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Blur

By: dsoul



I felt a hand tap my shoulder, followed by a female's voice:

"Excuse me ... hi."

Prior to my hearing those words, I was busy rubbing my handkerchief over my both lens of my glasses and even as I turned around to gaze at the female's face, all I saw momentarily was a blur -- an outline of a beautiful creature. It was made apparent to me when I returned my glasses to its proper place above my nose; I almost heard myself gasp at the woman's beauty.

"You wouldn't happen to be my date right -- Anthony?"

She even knew my name -- how convenient.

"Why yes ... yes, that so happens to be me." I offered her the stool beside me and she took it. We were in a bar on Wilson Boulevard, a watering hole where I often found myself coming to, even though I was adverse to crowded places and cigarette smoke. Most times I even lied to myself that I came here to drink, when the only alcohol I ever order is a cocktail. 

She was well dressed for the evening, wearing a blouse that was cut low enough to show her cleavage, with a wool jacket, a pair of tight skirt and black boots. Her red hair was cut low into a bob. She had a long neck, slender frame with striking green eyes. She was beautiful, though I figure that was something she was well aware of. I couldn't help but notice a couple of male eyes turn to look at us as we took a sip off our drink.

"I'm Shawna," she introduced herself.

"A pleasure knowing you, Shawna," I shook her hand. At that moment I couldn't help but catch a whiff of her perfume -- light musky it was, yet totally vanilla-like. We ordered for our drinks and went on sizing each other up. "Ever been here before, Shawna?"

She cast her eyes around the bar and shook her head. "Can't say that I have. There seems to be more of men in here. I looked around for females and noticed only few."

"You that perceptive?" I inquired amusingly.

"It helps when you live in a city such as this."

"It's a gentlemen's bar, at least that's what I heard them calling it the first time I dropped by."

"Whatever qualifies one as a gentleman," she asked me. "I'm curious to know."

"Well, it depends from whichever angle you want to look at it. Some see it as one who's well-to-do, outstanding, flamboyant ...devilishly handsome too. For others, it's more or less the aura one carries with him no matter where he is, even if he's taking a piss."

She arched an eyebrow and smiled. "That's a rather off-kilter way of defining things, wouldn't you say?"

"Sorry if my words --"

"No, no, no, they're fine. Just that, you don't look like the sort who'd say something like that. You look so straight."

I shrugged and reached for my cocktail. "I am straight. But right now I don't know ... maybe it's got something to do with you."

"Fascinating. Do all the ladies find you this charming?" she asked.

"Not really. Usually they ignore me and I too choose to ignore them, I think it's fairly balanced that way."

"That's a rather unfair statement."

"I wish I could offer another but I've long ran out of bullets."

A brief quiet moment passed between us, and then: "So tell me, how many ladies do you often bring or meet down here?"

"To tell the truth, no one. You're the first."

A smile. "I'm flattered, except I don't believe you. Are you married?"

I looked at her. "Would it matter if I said yes?"

She shook her head. "Not really. I'm your escort date, remember. Here to make sure you have a happy time, but aside from that ..."

Her statement hung in the air; she didn't have to finish it though 'cause I knew what she meant. Whatever we did couldn't go beyond being personal. I very much understood that, and I remember the cold voice of the woman who had answered my call earlier today requesting for an escort service had as well been emphatic about that.

"I once was married, though it ended a couple of months ago."

"Why?" she sipped her drink. "She caught you in bed with a lover?"

"Actually it was the other way around -- I caught her. Though I'd known about it a week prior."

"How did it end -- messy?"

"Infidelity is never a clean business to go through, though I was very much glad to be through with it when the divorce came."

"Who was the guy, if you don't mind my asking?"

"No, I absolutely don't mind. He was her aerobics instructor -- a dead beat living in a trailer. Last time I heard about her, she's carrying his baby and moved in with him. My guess is in the next five years they would have spawned a litter of brats worth envying."

She dropped her glass and laughed; I joined her in it as well. 

"No kids with her?"

"None. I wanted, but she kept telling me she wasn't ready." My voice turned sullen. "I guess now she's now found the right guy."

She didn't reply to this, and I was glad that she didn't talking about my ex often got me in a foul mood. It wasn't just the fact that she'd been sleeping around all that time and I only got to found out about it when it had been ongoing for over a month, but that she'd caught herself pregnant once while he'd been banging his way into her. She'd tried to pass it off as mine but from the onset I knew it wasn't. Mary and I hadn't had sex prior to almost three months, and even then it had been a real grievance just to achieve an erection with her. A blood test had been done, and voila! -- the child wasn't mine. The good thing was I'd come up on top in the divorce proceedings ... but in the end, I'd lost out on a chance of becoming a father. In the end, that's the pain that counts.

"So what else would you want us to do?" Shawna's voice broke his reverie.

"Pardon?"

"You told me to meet you at this bar, which I did. You've bought me drink, and humoured me a bit about yourself, but the clock's still ticking and either we go out and do something or it's going to be nightie-night."

"I don't know ... what else can we do?"

She gave him a queer look. "You haven't done this before, have you?"

"You mean call up an escort service? No, I haven't."

"I thought so. Where are you staying?"

"The Silver Spring, up on 3rd street. We can go there if you like."

"I think that would be nice."

I pushed my glasses up my nose, settled the bill and then we got up and left the joint.

The Silver Spring hotel stood as a cynosure of modern glass and steel in the heart of the city. I had arrived here two nights ago for a conference meeting which was scheduled to take place the following morning; feeling too lonely, and being all to myself, I'd gotten the tip about the escort service from the concierge and had promptly made the call half an hour later. 

The taxi disposed us at the hotel's front doorstep and from there we made our way past its revolving doors, into the elevator and up we went to the floor where my room was situated.

Inside, she took off her jacket and went and stood by the tall glass windows with a panoramic view of the city's dynamic bright lights. 

"I always love seeing the city at night, especially from views such as this," she said with her back facing him. "There's always something hypnotic and erotic about it; it gets me off every time."

I knew not what to say, but figured I should start from where I could. "Would you like something to drink?"

She turned to face me. "Are you planning on getting me drunk, Anthony?"

"No."

"Good. Now why don't you stop trying to please me and let me be the one to do that. Come here."

I approached her; my nostrils flared as I breathed in her sweet-smelling perfume as I came and stood before her. She wrapped her arms around my shoulder and kissed me; I immediately responded, wrapping my arms around her as well. Then she stopped and inquired where the bedroom was. I pointed its direction and she led me towards it.

"Go sit on the bed," she said. 

I did just that, sitting like a schoolboy with both hands clasped between my legs like I a confessional. Shawna began dancing before me. Her hands cut the air in swirls around her head as her legs and hips moved her body this way and that before my eyes. She showed me her rump, shook it either way, and then slid to the floor, gyrating her body into a sensuous display. It was so very erotic, so very mesmerising, I could feel myself growing hard just from watching her. She took her clothes off slowly while still keeping up her dance, till finally except for her bra and panties she stood naked before me. She took my hand and pulled me to my feet and began to grind her hip against mine, touching on my erection; our eyes never left each other. My hands went behind her and grabbed a fistful of her ass, feeling it move either way with her dancing. 

At that moment I wanted her badly; I couldn't have cared if even the building had decided on that very moment to catch fire -- I wanted to have her, and the reflection in her lovely green eyes told me the same.

Our lips clashed into a kiss. Our hands fought for supremacy over our bodies; her hands ripped my shirt open while mind applied the same to hers. We were like two warriors attacking each other in sexual combat. I swept her off her feet and whisked her to the bedroom.

I savagely dumped her on the bed; she landed with a grunt and then pulled me like a forceful magnet towards her. She was a dominant creature. She pushed me to be on my back, undid my belt buckle and reached inside for my stiff cock. Her tongue licked around the head for a second before swallowing me entirely. I lay there like a corpse, too stiff to even move while she went ahead consuming me, doing things to me with her mouth and tongue that no other women prior to her had even done to me. It was a revelation as she pushed my legs wide aside and went for my balls, sucking on them one after the other. I couldn't help but cum not too long after, and to my utter amazement, she licked me off entirely.

It took a while before I could regain my erection; Shawna seemed to have all the patience with me as she went on stroking me till I felt myself become hard once again. Then she brought herself forward and straddled me, stroked my now wet cock and first rubbed it against her pussy walls before planting it inside of her.

"Uuhhh ...yes," she moaned and without prep, began rocking her hips against my limp form. I reached my hands and grasped her breasts. She had pointy breasts and her nipples felt like the ends of a butter knife.

"Go on," she gasped, "squeeze my nipples."

I did just that. This seemed to excite her as she produced a mewling sort of cry and I noticed her hips had increased their tempo of bouncing and rocking on my cock. My hands left her breasts and travelled to her back, feeling over her round butt.

"Spank me ... go on, spank me now!"

Again I did as she commanded and gave her ass a bit of tap, but she was unsatisfied.

"Harder," she cried out. "Come on, spank me harder!"

I dug myself into the work at hand and applied more force to her butt, making her cry out and beg for more at the same time increase her bouncing. I decided not to be outdone, pulled her towards me and turned both of us over for me now to be on top. I don't think she was that happy about it, but at that moment I didn't care as I too began slamming my cock well and hard and deep into her. Her legs locked over my back, and I felt her fingers claw at my shoulders, but the pain was no bother to me then. The sound of her cries drove me half insane ... pushing me over the edge, and all that ran through my mind was to give her as much fucking as I could.

I don't recall for how long I kept pounding that pussy, nor was I even aware of when she began yelling that she was about to cum. I was an animal and couldn't care less -- I went on fucking that pussy like I was going to tear it up.

When I came eventually, it was like a shot of thunder and I slumped upon Shawna's body, all spent up.

Moments later as we lay beside each other, our hands interlocked. 

"Thank you," I whispered to her.

"We aim to please," she whispered back and then drew closer and kissed me.

The following morning I woke up with a head-splitting headache and found her side of the bed was empty. There was a note lying on her pillow. I picked it up and smiled. A phone number was scribbled above the short and simple words.

"Call me later.

Shawna"

I most definitely will, I thought to myself, still smiling. But first things first, I need a shower ... followed by a couple of aspirins. 

Blur The Lines



Elyce took Alex by the hand and lead him to the door of her basement. She looked back at him over her right shoulder and raised one corner of her mouth. He returned a broad smile at her that confirmed he was more than comfortable with the session she had planned for him. Sliding the latch first, Elyce opened the door and pulled the cord on the other side that illuminated the room beyond. She lead the way through and the two of them descended the narrow metal staircase, Alex with his free hand on the banister to ensure he kept his balance. At the foot of the staircase, Elyce turned to him and gestured across the room, as if to say, "See, just as I promised." Across from them both was a heavy wooden wheel, mounted to a large bracket against the wall. Broad spokes spanned across the diameter of the wheel and at the points where they met the outer rim there hung loose leather buckles. In the centre there was a pair of belts, one was long and about two inches thick, the other was much shorter and probably half as wide as the first. Elyce let go of Alex and his arm fell naturally to his side. She walked over to the wheel and Alex's eyes followed her, but he remained where he was stood. The object of her attention soon became clear; beside the main wheel was a smooth cylindrical handle jutting out at waist height. Alex was no engineer but he guessed that some form of geared mechanism connected the two and his assumptions were confirmed when Elyce grasped the shaft between both of her hands.

"Let me just get this right for you," said Elyce and with audible exertion she pushed her body weight against the handle. It turned slowly and accordingly, the larger wheel began to rotate until the spokes formed an 'X' shape. Alex felt a tremour of nervousness run through his body and for a second his legs were lead and they refused to move. The hesitation passed and he joined Elyce by the wheel. 

"This looks perfect," he said and the whiteness of his teeth showed as his smile widened across his face. He began to undress, first undoing the buttons of his shirt, from the neck downwards. As he removed each item he folded them into a neat pile on the floor. By the time he removed his jeans and was down to his briefs, he realise that he didn't feel cold. Perhaps she'd installed central heating he thought, for comfort's sake. The absurdity of this struck him as amusing and he laughed to himself gently through his nose. Intrigued, Elyce raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him but he shook his head back. "I take it you'll want me to take everything off for this?"

"Of course," Elyce replied. "If your body is mine to break, I want to see all of it."

"Absolutely," Alex agreed and pulled his underwear off, stepping out with one foot then the other. His penis was half hard, as it had been most of the evening. He was too excited for it to be soft but too nervous for it to be erect. As such, it bobbed and swayed in front of him, roughly aiming at the floorspace halfway between them.

"Come on then." Elyce invited Alex over to the wheel and he joined her next to it. She placed her hands on his shoulders to turn him and backed him up to the device. Where the back of his ankles met the base of the wheel were two semi-circles of wood that stood out from the bottommost points of the 'X' shaped spokes. He placed a foot onto the first, then the second but it was more difficult than he expected. In order to remain standing, his legs were now spread at 60 degrees. The strain of his body weight pulled at the muscles of his inner thighs and his genitals felt terribly exposed. Above his head, Alex's wrists were bound with the corresponding straps and the thicker belt in the centre of the wheel wrapped around his waist. Elyce then took hold of his penis and balls at the base and pulled them downwards, away from him body. This was to allow her to fasten the final buckle which, when tightened, caused a slowly growing throb there as the flow of blood was now restricted. The leather pinched slightly at his delicate skin and shifting his hips only confirmed how firmly he was held in place. "How does that feel?" she asked, and took a few steps away from him to admire her handiwork. Alex was now tied to the wheel by all of his major extremities and a sensation of total helplessness rose in his chest - but this was not panic. Instead he relished the elation of complete submission.

"Everything feels right to me," said Alex and he was pleased to know he was being honest. Elyce nodded twice to him then returned her attention to the beechwood handle that rotated the wheel. With Alex's added weight, it was a little difficult for her to make the first revolution but his momentum made the second much easier and the third was easier still. With each successive turn, Alex felt the pressure building behind his eyes and the feeling in his limbs fading. Inverted gravity back flipped the in the pit of his stomach while the wheel went around and pulled him with it. The straps that bound him in place held fast as his wrists and feet held slowly became numb, until he couldn't swear that he could tell where he stopped and the wheel began. Pinned in the centre of the spokes by the buckle around his cock, Alex suddenly realised that he no longer had any sensation there either and his breath quickened with the realisation of his loss. Elyce herself was panting heavily now, through her open mouth, as she threw all of her strength into turning the wheel as fast as she could. Alex let out a thin moan and a trickle of saliva flew from his lips, splashing on the floor just in front of the spot where Elyce was standing. She could see that he was flickering on the edge of unconsciousness and she began a steady mental countdown from ten to zero. Once done, she simply let go of the handle. She allowed the spinning of the wheel to gradually slow down until Alex could actually make eye contact with her as he passed through the upright position. Half a dozen more revolutions and the wheel had reached the point where Elyce was confident that she could take hold of the outer rim and bring it to a halt.

Alex was almost upside down now and Elyce held him by the ankles until his feet pointed directly upwards and his head towards the floor. With dexterity that hinted at her experience with this game, she unfastened the buckle that held Alex's cock to the wheel and let it hang loose once more. It was pale and cold to the touch, the blood having been squeezed out of it for some time now. She ran the palm of her hand down over his ball sac and along the underside of his shaft. It began to stiffen and she was happy that no permanent damage had been done yet. Comfortable that his equipment was still in full working order, Elyce turned her attention to a trestle table across the room that was far out of Alex's field of vision. He listened to her footsteps as she walked across the room, but his internal sense of balance was in chaos and he was unable to guess which direction she was walking in. Upon her return she had brought a short cylindrical baton, around two feet long and made of hard varnished wood. She gently held her bottom lip between her teeth as she prepared herself for the crescendo of tonight's performance. Alex was aware that there was still one more step for him to endure before he could be untied and his body could be returned to him once more. Holding it in both hands, Elyce raised the baton above her head and she fixed her eyes on the seam of skin that ran along the centre of Alex's scrotum.

The baton cut through the air and struck Alex across the underside of his cock. His right testicle absorbed a great deal of the impact and although his left one was spared, the explosion of pain that tore through his body meant that he couldn't appreciate that small mercy. He spasmed and shook against his restraints and the sound that erupted from his lungs was that of a dying animal. Elyce waited motionless, the baton in her hands still, as she watched the deep red welt growing across the howling man's genitals. Broken blood vessels crisscrossed his injured member and it bounced between his spread thighs as he sobbed. He coughed thick phlegm and whilst his voice was weak from his ordeal, Alex managed to speak.

"Thank you, Elyce," he managed. He was struggling to remain coherent but at his very core there was a profound gratitude that needed to be expressed right now. There was a brief silence as Elyce replaced the baton on the trestle table. Upon her return, she examined Alex's heavily swollen genitals to determine how badly damaged they were and she happily informed him that nothing seemed to be ruptured or broken. There was humour in this for both of them and he managed a slight laugh. 

"I guess that means I'll get to do this to you again then?" she asked rhetorically, knowing full well that this wouldn't be the last time Alex would give his body to her in this way. She turned the wheel 180 degrees and brought him upright to face her again. His face was flushed but his eyes were filled with an intensity that let her know that this had been as fulfilling for him as it had been for her. She unfastened the belts that had held him and even as she freed his ankles, his cock hardened slightly, enough to brush against her cheek. "Seems like you've still got plenty of life left down there, eh?"

"For now," said Alex and he stumbled from the wheel, his legs too weak to hold his weight by themselves. Elyce was ready for him as he fell she put an arm around his shoulders to steady his balance. She lead him back to the staircase and the two of them made their way upwards.

"That's true," Elyce agreed. "Anyway, lets get you bandaged up before that thing turns blue." 

"Ok," said Alex, and he smiled back at her, "I can't wait to find out what you've got planned for me next." 

THE END



Blurred Ch. 01



BLURRED - When fantasy and reality collide.

Chapter One -- Owning the moment. 

He liked reading her stories while he was at work. Knowing his cock was growing and straining at his trousers, the tip leaking delicious precum. He enjoyed the knowledge that people surrounded him carrying on with their work, oblivious of the raging hard on demanding attention. He shifted in his seat trying to ease the tension.

Adjusting himself, he attempted to look normal as he made his way to the toilets, desperate to relieve himself. Locking the cubicle door, he unzipped his trousers and freed his glistening member. His balls were heavy and ached for release.

Wrapping his hand firmly around the shaft, he began pumping. In his mind's eye, he returned to the stories he'd just read - her stories. Imagining what it would be like to do those things to her. He imagined her there in front of him on her knees showing her cleavage. He enjoyed the sight of her huge tits straining at her top. Her gaze fixed longingly on his rock hard dick, her mouth watering.

He brought his leaking head to her lips. Her tongue darted out to lap at the delicious liquid tempting her. He gasped with excitement, his cock jumping in eager anticipation. She sucked his aching balls into her mouth, progressing to lick him all the way to the top. Her tongue swirled around his bulbous head, flicking at his sensitive spot, lapping at his hole, probing for more precum. Rewarded, she moaned happily, the vibrations travelling down his shaft as he twitched uncontrollably.

She looked up at him, lust in her eyes as she opened her mouth. Her lips slid achingly slowly down his shaft and his hips bucked wildly, needing her to take it all, to take it deeper into her throat. He groaned and wrapped his fingers in her lustrous mane, holding her there as her throat contracted around him. Watching her gag, the tears running down her cheeks only excited him more. He began to fuck her mouth in earnest. Her saliva coated him as he pounded her face harder and faster.

She was desperate for air and pushed against him, gasping. He pulled her up off the floor and slammed her against the wall. He yanked at her blouse, ripping it and pulled at her bra to expose those gorgeous huge tits. Latching his lips to her nipple, he sucked hard and she gasped. He lifted her skirt and slid his fingers into her panties. She moaned as he easily glided through her swollen lips and over her hard, throbbing clit. She was so wet for him! He probed at her cunt. Warm. Wet. Tight.

His thumb circled her clit as he thrust his fingers deep inside her. She moaned again, this time louder, too loud. His mouth moved to hers in an effort to quieten her as she thrust her hips forward to meet his hand. She clutched him as her body begged for more, moaning into his mouth as her pussy started to pulse around his fingers. He brought her to climax, enjoying her juices coating his fingers.

He squeezed her tits roughly, his hard cock pressing against her. Her fingers gripped his hair and she bit his bottom lip, before sucking it into her mouth and running her tongue over it, licking away the small burst of pain and replacing it with pleasure. His cock jumped. "Fuck me!" she demanded.

He was happy oblige, lifting one leg onto the toilet seat, he rubbed his cock over her wet lips. The head slid over her clit and she went wild, gripping him, pulling him closer, and begging him to fuck her. Her juices dripped over him as she pleaded with him to bury his big, hard, dick deep inside her. He held her bucking hips still, positioning himself at her slick entrance.

He told her to open her eyes and look at him. Watching them widen as he slid in inch by inch, stretching her, filling her. He pulled back, his cock pausing at her entrance again and waited. He desperately wanted to thrust inside her, but he knew this was the moment. The moment she would give him anything, do anything, say anything, just to have him. This was the moment he owned her.

He saw the knowledge in her lust-filled eyes. "Please?" she begged. A small word, but filled with so much need. How could he resist? He slammed his cock in hard and deep, hitting home. Pulled back and slammed home again. His hand covered her mouth to stifle the screams. He picked up the pace, pounding her into the wall.

Her pussy gripped him tightly as he felt the waves of pleasure roll through her. She milked his cock as her cum ran down his shaft and balls. He felt the heat growing until he finally exploded, pulling out just in time to cover the floor with his hot jizz.

He looked down at such a waste, if only she were there, he could have pumped her full. He cleaned up and quickly returned to his desk, relieved, but not satisfied. Not until he could bury himself deep inside her. Soon.



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Chapter Two -- The cottage. 

He'd had to work late just to finish the project. He'd spent too much time fantasizing about her over the last few weeks, each fantasy getting wilder. She was beginning to affect all areas of his life, not just work. He hadn't gone out with his friends for so long. He hadn't wanted to. All he wanted to do was stay on his laptop to catch every update, every comment people posted, just waiting for the moment she would post a new story. When that moment finally happened, he couldn't help but read it repeatedly. He would take off his clothes and begin stroking his cock while he memorized every word. She was incredible. She'd have him hard within seconds.

He had read everything she had ever written and everything written about her. Whichever story he read, he felt as if she had him in mind - every intimate detail was exactly what he enjoyed. He knew her. She was perfect. They were perfect for each other.

Now that the project had finished he had some time on his hands. He decided a while ago that he was going to visit her hometown. He wanted to see the places she used as the inspiration for the settings in her books. It would bring him that much closer to experiencing the unrestrained passion she felt.

***

He pulled the rental car into the driveway of the cottage. He had gone over all the details of every cottage available and this was definitely the one from his favourite story. The descriptions fit the place down to the surrounding woodlands and waterways. It boasted perfect exclusion from the outside world. He unpacked and decided to look around, get a feel for the place.

Standing in the kitchen doorway his cock jumped, his blood rushing to fill the organ instantly. He stared at the wooden table, the same table. He could see the scene unfolding before him.

He bent her over the table, face down, pinning her arms behind her back. She cried out in protest as he snapped the cuffs tight around her wrists. He rubbed his arousal over her as he bent down to move her hair off her face. She was so damned beautiful. She begged and pleaded with him not to do this, but the flush of her cheeks gave her away. She wanted him. He pressed his erection against her, enjoying the hitch in her breathing. Oh yeah, she wanted him.

He reached round and undid her jeans, pulling hard as he slid them over her firm ass and down her legs. She tried to kick him as he yanked them off completely, catching him in the shin. "Bitch!" So that was how she liked it? Fine. He didn't mind getting rough if that's what she wanted.

He reached over, grabbed the rope, and began tying her ankles to the table legs, spreading her wide. She continued to attempt to kick him, wriggling, trying to get free. God he loved to watch her wriggle. His cock jumped, demanding attention. He unzipped, the noise stopping her for just a split second. Then she began wriggling even more, begging, pleading. He liked that.

He stood there naked and took his cock in his hand, already oozing with anticipation. His other hand pulled her hair back off her face. Her back arched, thrusting her tits out and offering her ass up to him. She had her eyes squeezed shut. That wasn't right. She needed to see him. "Look at me!" he demanded. Her eyes remained closed. "Open your eyes and look at me!" He pulled hard on her hair, causing her to gasp. It dawned on him that she wanted it even rougher.

He brought his hand down hard on her ass cheek. She cried out. His hand came down again and her noises got louder. The red handprints on her pale skin were beautiful. He spanked her again. Harder. She cried out again. He loved that sound.

He leaned back over her, pressing his rock hard cock to the reddened marks and grinding against the sensitive skin. He pulled on her hair again and whispered in her ear for her to open her eyes. He licked at the tear rolling down her face as she complied. "Good girl" he praised, stroking her. He felt the goosebumps erupt across her soft skin.

He purred in satisfaction as he reached around and found the hardened nipple on her full, lush breast. He squeezed roughly and she rewarded him with another soft cry. His other hand slid down her ribs, hips, and thighs, roughly pawing at her smooth skin. He wanted to taste that skin, to lick every inch of her, to see if she tasted like the strawberry fragrance she possessed.

He started kissing down her spine. He paused over the marks he had left on her ass cheek; they were already beginning to fade. He kissed over them and she flinched. She liked that. His hands grabbed at her cheeks spreading her wide as his mouth moved lower. She began that frantic wriggling again, her hips trying to move as he held her in place.

His tongue darted out and she bucked. "No!" she cried, "Please stop. Please. You have to stop!" However, he didn't want to stop, and he knew she didn't really want him to stop either. It was all part of her game. He slowly ran his tongue over her clit, lips, and ass. He licked her hard, his tongue probing at her. "No!" she cried again, still wriggling. He sucked her clit between his lips and flicked his tongue over it firmly. She moaned and he tasted her warm juices.

He licked hard and fast over her bud, as his fingers pushed inside her wet cunt. He began pumping his fingers in and out, as he sucked and licked at her. Her hips started moving, her breath quickening, mumbling "no" over and over again. He didn't stop. Her juices started flowing over his fingers. She was so wet! He moaned. She moaned. The noise drove him wild, shooting straight to his cock. More. He wanted more. His tongue danced frantically over her throbbing clit. She cried out desperately "Stop! God. No. Please. Oh god. I can't. Please!" she begged. He loved hearing her beg. She moaned louder and her pussy gripped his fingers, pulsating, squeezing at him, and clearly not wanting him to escape her hold. He pushed his tongue inside her, replacing his fingers, tasting her warm, sweet cum as it flooded his mouth. "Mmmmm" he mumbled against her. She shuddered again and rewarded him with another short squirt of juice.

He stood and admired her glistening holes. He rubbed his dick over her, coating his head in her cum. He could hear her quiet sobs as she came down from her orgasm. He didn't want her to come down just yet, so he spanked her ass again, knowing she liked that. Her breath caught. "I'm not done with you yet" he assured her and he spanked her again. She shuddered.

He rubbed his cock against her dripping hole as he brought down his hand again. "Beg me!" he commanded, "Beg me to fuck you!" He spanked again. Hard. She shook her head. "Beg!" he brought his hand down again and she cried out. "Yes, that's it. Beg for me!" Spank. His cock was dripping precum and he desperately wanted to slam inside her tight, wet cunt. He smacked her so hard that his palm hurt. She screamed. 

"Please!" she begged. That was enough for him and he hit home. She screamed again.

He rammed into her, stretching her tight pussy. She was so fucking tight! He gripped her hips, digging his fingers in as he watched his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. "Oh yeah" he moaned "fuck you feel good". He pounded into her. Hard. Deep. His balls slapping against her still hard, wet clit. He spread her wide, watching as he slid inside her, her juices coating his rigid shaft and full, aching balls.

He pushed his thumb in her ass and felt her inner muscles grip at him. "You like that" he smiled "you like me in your ass. You want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked, genuinely curious.

"No!" she screamed.

"You sure? I don't mind pussy or ass" he grinned, pulling her hair back so he could see her face. "Tell me what you want" he whispered "pussy or ass?" She closed her eyes tightly. He spanked her again hard and she opened her eyes and looked at him. "Good girl" he kissed her cheek and sucked on her earlobe "Tell me" his teeth scraped as he whispered "Pussy or ass?" he asked again. He reached around and pinched her nipple. Her breath caught. 

"Pussy!" she screamed.

His dick somehow managed to get even harder as he thrust into her pussy repeatedly, just as she wanted. He pushed her into the table as he rammed her. "I'll fuck your pussy baby. I'll fuck you so hard." He pounded her hard and fast. He was a crazed animal and she loved it. "Yeah. This is what you want isn't it? You want my cock pumping your pussy! Don't you? Say it! Tell me how much you love me fucking your pussy!" he spanked her hard. "Say it!" Spank. "Say it!" Spank. She cried out. "Tell me! What do you love?"

"Your cock!" she cried desperately.

"Say it!" Spank.

"I love your cock fucking my pussy!"

"Yes! More!" he cried urgently, his heavy balls beginning to ache. "Again! Beg me for more! Beg for my cock! Beg!" Spank. Spank. Spank.

"Fuck me! Please. Fuck my pussy!" she screamed. 

Her pussy tightened around him. God she was going to cum and she was going to take him with her. "Take it. Oh fuck yeah. Take it! I'm gonna cum! Fuck!!!" he slammed into the hilt and his dick shot streams of his hot jizz inside her, filling her pussy. "Fuck!!!" he cried again, his load still pumping into her. He'd never cum so hard in his life.

He looked at the mess on the table. God he loved that story. He couldn't wait to fuck her for real.



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This Halloween story does contain incest, and some non consent. Just a warning! Enjoy and be erotic.

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An old house creaks, there is no way around it. One hundred years of weathering and life will make most everything groan. Amber hated the home she was raised in, it stunk of white trash and secrets. The walls were mad of 'fat lighter', that's what her dad said anyway. There was no insulation between the paneling and next wall, so it was always cold in winter. 

The glass was original and handmade, though some panes had duct tape holding cracks together. The floor was mostly linoleum, maybe new in 1973. It held gouges and was a sort of lime color, made her sick just to look at it. Her room had two windows, both of which were covered in mismatched sheets. One with rainbows from when she was a kid, the other just gaudy stripes. 

She shared the small room with her older brother, Kyle. It was an awkward arrangement at best, but the house only had two bedrooms. Kyle's clothes were all over the floor by his twin bed, a beat up guitar hung from the wall. Her brother was a complete slob, for all the good it did her to complain.

Her side of the room was neat as a pin, everything had an order to it. The two siblings were very close, each protecting the other in their own way. Amber wished Kyle was home right now, her dad was drunk again. He was always drunk, but tonight he was really agitated. Each member of the family took turns in catching hell on a daily basis. The man made shit up to holler about, she often heard him rehearse what he was going to say in the bathroom.

Kyle said he'd be home in time to take her to a friend's Halloween party, but he was running late. Amber checked the clock, it was seven. Where the heck was he? Her dad was playing an old Johnny Cash record and singing right along with him. The walls of the house held in no sounds, so she could only imagine what the neighbors were thinking.

Every year Amber and her brother decorated the house for Halloween, hoping to attract some of the neighbor kids. No luck, not one parent would allow their child within fifty feet of the house. So on the porch they sat, huge bowls of candy and no one to give it too. She decided against it this year, it was a waste of money they did not have.

She loathed to leave the bedroom, knowing her dad would ambush her about something he thought she'd done. Her costume was a simple toga, fastened at the waist with a thrift shop gold belt. Her hair was already long and wavy, she put a good portion up on her head in a twisted braid. A few tendrils were allowed to hang in full length, which fell just past her breasts. From the leaves outside, she fashioned a laurel to wear on her head. The last touch was a black Venetian mask, which covered a great deal of her face. The only clear items were her vivid green eyes and sensual pink lips.

The time was creeping along and still no sign of Kyle, she was going to have to walk to the 7-Eleven and phone her friend to pick her up. Amber rummaged through Kyle's side of the closet until she found his long black coat. He wouldn't mind if she borrowed it to keep warm.

Getting out of the house without her father causing a scene was going to be a problem. He was already warming up for a fight, hollering his tell tell "HUP!" That always meant things were going from bad to worse. Amber cringed at the thought and decided to crawl out the window.

Although the music was loud, the rattle of the window pane seemed to echo into the night air. The cold blast made her suck in a breath, which she quickly released. The weight of her clothes made getting a leg over tricky, but she managed not to harm herself or the dress. Once outside she smoothed the material beneath the coat and looked around to make sure no one saw her. 

She closed the window back as quietly as possible and began the mile trek to the store. There were many children out trick or treating, so blending in was easy as pie. Many little girls turned to look at her and point out the 'pretty princess' to their parents. Amber smiled and waved, enjoying the anonymity of being a regular person. 

Dean saw the beauty out of the corner of his eye. He slowed his car down to get a better look, she was smiling and waving at some kids dressed as zombies. He knew he should be moving on to his buddy Kyle's house, but he was entranced. He was supposed to be picking up his friend's sister to drop her off at a party. Kyle was caught up working late, and wouldn't make the bash until later.

He stopped the car to let a group of ankle biters cross the street, happy to watch the girl a while longer. The ghosts and goblins passed and he reluctantly turned back to the task at hand. Sister, get the sister. The old house was pathetic, and that was using good manners. The roof of the porch looked like it was about to collapse at any moment. 

He rolled down his window in time to hear some God awful shout coming from inside. Several cats bolted by and he wondered if the occupants were celebrating some sort of Halloween ritual inside. Kyle did tell him that his dad was a little on the strange side. Dean shook his head and made his way to the door, dodging very real spiderwebs. 

He rapped against the chipped white paint on the door, and was immediately greeted with a voice. "What the hell? Fucking kids, ain't no candy up in here, Fuck off ya little monsters." This was definitely going to be fun.

Dean knocked again, never one to be put off by a challenge. A minute later the door opened to reveal a short, balding man. He had a full gray beard, wore no shirt, yet had on suspenders to hold up his boxer shorts. Here was a definite winner, a man's man. 

"Fuck do you want?" The man was so gracious and hospitable.

"Kyle asked me to pick up his sister, he is running late." The little man eyed him up and down.

"You fucking that girl? She is a whore you know, just like her mom. Sweetest tits and ass." The ogre licked his lips, Dean thought he might puke at the sight.

"I've never met her, sir." He put the emphasis on 'sir', like it held a great honor. The old man's belly lurched forward, as a separate entity from his body.

"Sure, sure you haven't. Hold on, I'll get the little slut for you." The old flooring shook as he walked away, there were glass nick knacks chattering against one another as he passed.

Dean waited, a full five minutes passed before the troll returned. The look on his face was murderous. "That bitch is gone, done sneaked out to meet some ole guy." He paused to cackle at Dean. "I guess you is getting sloppy seconds tonight boy." With that, he flung the door into Dean's face and started talking to himself about his worthless family. It was not worth the trouble he decided, to see if the old man was telling the truth, or just putting him off. He would leave well enough alone and let Kyle know what had transpired. He did feel bad for the brother and sister, even more now, after meeting the man that spawned them.

The car was still warm inside and did not take but a couple of minutes to heat back up. Dean looked to the dash for the time, it was now 8:15. The party would just be getting started, and he needed a good stiff drink tonight. The crowd of children was starting to thin out, making the driving less sporadic. He made his way out of the huddle of houses and onto the main road.

Amber let the phone ring several times, then listened as a machine answered. "Hey it's Cassandra, you know to leave me a name and number to see if I'll call you back." A beep followed and Amber left a message to her whereabouts and the general time. She hung up the phone and decided to wait a few more minutes and then call again.

A newer black Camaro pulled into the station and parked near her. It was a beautiful car, one of her favorites. Unfolding from the driver's side was an Adonis. He literally was dressed as an Adonis, but it was not a stretch for the man. His hair was almost white it was so blonde, and he was cut and shaped in all the right places.

He looked to her and smiled, a small dimple coming into play in his right cheek. Amber felt her heart quicken and her hands start to sweat. This always happened when she was nervous, especially around the opposite sex. He was coming towards her with purpose, she took a step back without realizing it. The man was at least a foot and a half taller than her. He smelled wonderful, a very earthy essence radiated from him.

Dean almost laughed when the girl stepped back, his height usually had an effect on women. She pulled the oversized coat tightly around her body, as if he were a Vampire, wanting to feed. Through her mask he saw the most amazing green eyes. They were lined with a heavy black makeup, and her long lashes swept across her cheeks when she blinked. She was incredible, he had to know her, hopefully intimately.

"Hi, I saw you walking earlier, are you trick or treating tonight?" His smile was easy and his voice deep and soothing.

"I'm actually supposed to go to a party tonight, but my ride did not show. I am waiting on a friend to pick me up now, she should be here any time now." Amber thought she should add that in case he was some killer, he might wander away and not bother her. She had a sense of loss at the thought of him leaving.

"I could give you a ride, if you like. Where are you headed?" Dean almost crossed his fingers. Amber gave him the address and his blue eyes fairly lit up. "That is exactly where I am headed. This is your lucky night." Amber did not know whether to believe his sexy lips or not, but she was desperate to get out of this side of town.

She allowed him to open the car door for her and managed to sit down gracefully. He made sure she was in and then closed the door and made his way around the car. They were off and the only sound was the low hum of the engine as they traveled. Each was nervous about talking, the sexual energy between them sparked the air.

Dean wanted to twirl a lock of her long hair around his fingers. It fell in a small, curling cascade quite a way past her shoulder. His cell phone rang, ruining his momentary fantasy. He fumbled in the seat to find it, flipping it open with one hand. "Hello?" he answered. "Oh hey man, no. No, she wasn't there. I don't know, he didn't seem to know either. Yeah. Okay, sorry. No. No it's fine, I didn't mind at all, sorry I couldn't help more. Yeah, yeah, see you there." He pushed the phone closed under his chin and tossed it back on the seat.

"Sorry about that, friend of mine that is going to the party too." He thought he should explain a little.

"Oh, no that is fine, it is your car, you are giving me a ride." Amber was still nervous, but he did seem to be headed the right way. It took about thirty minutes to get to Cassandra's house, and the party was really cranking up. Dean parked across the street, along with several other cars. He kept a little distance, drunks were hell on parked vehicles. 

Amber stepped out and shrugged off the coat, ignoring the cold. She really did not want anyone else to see the old thing on her. Without thinking she tossed it back into the seat of the car and shut the door. The Adonis, well Dean, came around and whistled low when he saw her.

"I knew you were beautiful, but I didn't expect how much." Dean was blown away by her. She was a Goddess, where the hell had she been hiding his whole life?

Amber gave a nervous little laugh, "Thank you, I think." The couple crossed the street and said hellos to several people as they passed. Dean put his mask on, almost forgetting he was supposed to wear the damned thing.

"Thanks again for the ride, Dean, I really appreciate it." Amber knew that soon the man would be off with his own friends.

"No problem, will I see you around tonight?" He could have kicked himself for the plea he heard in his voice.

"I hope so." Amber smiled and the two parted ways after going inside. 

The party was mass chaos, the costumes were as simple as ghosts in sheets, to more elaborate Victorian couples. Amber knew Cassandra from the woman's laugh, it was sort of high pitched and comical. She was a Playboy bunny, but a stunning one. Her ample breasts almost poured out of the strapless piece she was wearing. Bunny ears bobbing around with her animated conversation.

Amber eased up behind her friend and clasped her hands over her eyes, "Boo!"

Cassandra whirled around and shrieked, "You made it!! I thought you would never get here Amber. Where is Kyle? That man can be my Hef any day."

Amber giggled, "You kill me, how many years have you lusted after my brother? Ten? And no, he is not here, I had to hitch a ride from a total stranger! I called you, but no one answered."

Cassandra gave her that, "Who the hell can hear anything in here?" look. "Sorry baby, it has been a madhouse. Who gave you a ride? You didn't wander off with a psycho did you?" Concern was creeping into her voice. "No, no, actually I met him at the mini market, he was on his way here too."

"Your kidding? How fantastic, who is he?" Cassandra looked around. "His name is Dean, I didn't think to ask for his last name." Amber bit at her lower lip, unaware that at that very moment, the man in question was watching her.

Dean had a beer downed already and another quickly following. He was near stalking the girl, and he didn't know why. There were beautiful girls all around him, buzzing like little bitches in heat. Normally he would pick one, find somewhere to fuck her and get back to the party. Tonight, he had eyes for only one.

Kyle arrived to the party at 10:30, already drunk. Working at a liquor store had it's advantages. The mosh of colors and people made his head hurt. He needed to find his sister, if Dean had not picked her up, she may have found another ride. Marilyn Manson's "Beautiful People" was roaring through the crowded home and people were singing right along with him.

He spied Amber's best friend, Cassandra, she was hard to miss in her costume. Pushing through two tampons, he reached her. "Hey girl, you look good tonight." He'd better say something good, she mooned after him something fierce. He was rewarded with a sultry smile.

"Hey you, where have you been? Amber had to hitch a ride tonight, you should be ashamed."

His first response was a defensive anger. "What do you mean 'hitched' a ride? With who? Where the hell is she?" Cassandra thought he was never more handsome than in that moment, his green eyes on fire. She licked her lips, thinking of how he would be in bed, he would be a great lover. 

Kyle couldn't help but harden at the sight of the woman's pink tongue running over plump lips. Christ, what she did to him sometimes. He almost forgot his sister. Almost. "Where is she?" He pulled himself together.

"She is around somewhere, she has been drinking hard tonight." Cassandra lowered her voice and leaned in. "She said your dad was bad tonight, she had to get out."

Kyle sighed, he understood completely. He wished he could protect his sister from all the shit in that house. First their mom leaving, then the years of mental torture with the sperm donor. "Okay, I'll find her, catch you later." He bent and kissed her briefly and left.

Amber was not feeling too well, she was not used to drinking at all. The Vodka was definitely not agreeing with her. She went to Cassandra's room to lay down for a bit, but it was occupied with two lovers. She stopped to watch as the man rhythmically pumped himself into a girl she could not see. He must have felt her presence, he turned to look behind him. His devil's mask was still in place, and he did look sinister as a slow smile spread across his lips.

"Want some of this baby?" He taunted. Amber couldn't do a thing but shake her head no. He laughed and turned his attentions back to his lover. She heard the girl yell out as he took a puckered nipple in his mouth.

Amber wandered down to the smaller bedroom at the end of the hall. Thank goodness it was empty, she closed the door behind her. The light was out, so she left it that way, wanting only a few minutes on the bed to clear her head. She felt hot in the toga, almost suffocated. It seemed like a good idea to take it off for a few minutes. She carefully undressed and neatly lay her costume on a corner chair. She wanted to open the window, but the noise outside would have been too much.

The bedroom belonged to Cassandra's brother, the comforter on the bed was full of dinosaurs of varying species. The moonlight was just enough for her to make out an angry T-Rex running after a smaller dinosaur. She smoothed a hand across the face of it, before laying down, cross ways. Her head was feeling little better with the new position.

Dean could not find his Goddess, so he settled for a small blonde that could not stop rubbing against his cock. He needed release, and right now she would do fine. She said her name, but he did not try to remember. The trip to the upstairs bedrooms was full of her chattering. The first two were in use, hopefully the third would be empty, or he'd fuck the girl against the wall.

He opened the door and flicked on the light. The vision before him caught his senses off guard. It was Amber, nude. He could tell she was asleep from her even breathing. Her mouth slightly open, one arm across her masked face. He backed out of the room, and hit the light. He had to get rid of the woman he was with now.

"Hey, this one's full too babe." The pretty blonde pouted, not wanting to give up. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, why don't you go downstairs and get us a couple of drinks. I'll be down in a minute." She smiled, appeased for the moment, and headed off.

Dean was about to go back in, when he heard Kyle's voice. "Hey man, I was looking for you. I can't find my sister anywhere. Do you think you could help me?" Dean was not about to leave the girl. "I'm a little busy right now, but if you don't mind sharing, we can look after." The friends had shared women before, but not at the same time.

Kyle knew Dean was not going anywhere in his state, so it was better to go along and then move on. The room was dark inside, only a slight light coming through the window. Kyle could just make out the nude form of a woman. Her face was covered by an arm and a mask.

The two men were silent as they approached the bed, Dean's body blocking more light. Kyle was aroused at the sight of the girl. Her large breasts moved up and down with each breath. A flat stomach led down to a small patch of curls. He could not tell the color in such low lighting. His fingers itched to feel her, all the way past the mound to long legs. They were bent at the knee and hanging over the side of the bed. 

Dean was in a state himself, his hard cock jerking inside his costume. He undressed and watched as Kyle did too. Both men were ample in size, Dean being just a bit thicker than his friend. It did not occur to either man that the beauty might not want their drunken attentions. Arousal had gone to far to filter through.

Amber was in a dream, she must be, someone was kissing her. Warm lips brushed hers gently at first, then a little rougher. It felt so good, but that was not all. Someone else was spreading her legs, and she felt something wet slide inside her. 

Kyle had never tasted anything so sweet, he could drink from this chalice the whole night. He was so hard it hurt, and used one hand to stroke the needy shaft. His eyes strayed to Dean, who was moving from the girl's lips to her breasts, suckling. It was an erotic sight, one that he wanted to imitate. The girl moaned, and undulated into his mouth. Moving his hand to her, he inserted a finger into her wetness, while teasing her bud with his tongue.

Her response was hot, she was nearing climax, tightening around his digit. A second finger entered, and it was her undoing. Amber thought this might be the most wonderful dream ever. She really must drink more often, her whole body convulsed with the orgasm, there were hands and lips everywhere. Pleasure waves did not subside before they were replaced with more.




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Dean had never wanted anyone so badly in his life. He knew that Kyle had brought her to peak, her response was amazing. She was pure sexuality, and uninhibited in her actions. She was not sleeping after all, she couldn't be. He needed to be inside her, feel her hot silk around him. He looked down to Kyle and they shared an understanding. 

"Baby, we've got to be in you now." She answered with a low, "Hmmm." It was enough for them. Dean lay on the bed, rolling her atop of his cock, her eyes widened with the fullness. 

"What is going on?" Amber was awake now, and straddling the man in her dream. He was big inside her, and she tried to lift off.

"No baby, it's okay, just ride me, take it easy." Dean used his most soothing voice.

Behind her, Amber felt someone push her to Dean's chest. Dean reached around and hugged her to him, a restraint.

Kyle fingered the small pucker of her ass, it was so tight. He leaned down to spit on it, pushing a finger inside. She yelped and made to escape the invasion. Dean held her tightly, making Kyle's efforts easier. He used more spit to wet his member, then slowly pushed into the virgin hole. The girl screamed rather loudly, and he slapped her ass. She whimpered and was pleading to be released. He could not leave her, the hold of her was addictive. He felt his balls brush against that of his friend, the heat of all their bodies a rush.

Amber was completely filled, it was terror and painful pleasure all at once. Who was behind her? She did not want to think about it at the moment. Dean's hold was like a vice, there was no escape. He was whispering tender things, over and over. She tried to concentrate on that and not the hurt being inflicted on her. 

Dean didn't even know what he was muttering, he'd have said she was the Queen of England at the time. He could feel Kyle's cock through the thin separation between them. He had never had a gay experience, but right now he was in a frenzied state. Kyle could have shoved his cock right into him, and he would not have minded. 

The jumble of bodies began to move in rhythm, sweat was mixed over every inch of skin. Amber felt her hair being pulled loose by the man behind her. He pulled it out and she heard his intake of breath as he smelled it. The simple act was so intimate and warming, it heightened the experience.

Dean looked at those plump lips and wanted to spill himself inside her mouth. He whispered the idea aloud and she agreed. He moved himself out of the tangle, careful not to dislodge Kyle from his place. The girl used her arms to hold up her body, breasts swaying below her. He reached under to lightly pinch one nipple, fascinated. Her hair fell around her shoulders, a mass of dark waves catching splinters of moonlight.

Positioning himself on his knees before her, Dean held his cock out, so she could suck him. She was perfect in the performance. Her hot little tongue running up one side and back down. He guided her head closer, wanting the full length inside her. She took in as much as she could before making a choking sound. He stroked her head, urging her not to stop.

Kyle thrust roughly, watching the fellatio transpiring. He felt like a voyeur, looking in on an erotic act. Hell, it was erotic. Dean looked back at him and smiled, giving a little nod. The gesture was returned, and the acts picked up pace. 

Amber reveled in the double attentions, never feeling so wanted and alive. The salty taste of Dean was exotic, she could not wait to have his seed. The man behind her was picking up speed and intensity, the pain was almost too much. She centered her ministrations on the cock in her mouth, using her lips to pull him inside. She tongued him at the same time and was pleased with his oaths. He called her all manner of names, but she was hot for it.

Dean had never had a woman suck his cock so well, she knew how to tend to every inch. The light run of her teeth was his undoing, the pressure exploded. He watched as she drank from him, spilling little and licking around the tip after. She did not let up, and the feeling was intense enough for him to go completely weak.

Kyle fed off of Dean's pleasure, his own release mounting. The girl helped by pushing back into him, driving his cock deeply into her ass. Dean encouraged the both of them as he watched, stroking the girls breasts. His release flooded her, escaping around his member. He pulled out and collapsed next to her form. The girl lay flat on her stomach, all parties sated and relaxed. He lightly traced the line of her back, leading to her ass. She was silky smooth.

Dean and Kyle quietly dressed and left, the girl was fast asleep again. They did not even know where to begin with each other, the previous moments were like a dream. Dean suggested they get out of the crush of people, and after a thorough search for Kyle's sister, they headed for the car.

Dean flopped inside, still in a daze. Kyle opened the passenger door and saw his coat inside. "Where did you get that coat?" He asked, no really wanting to know the answer.

"The girl I picked up, she was wearing it. Why do you ask?"

"That is my coat, man. What was the girl's name you picked up, again?" Dean's eyes widened. Hell no, it couldn't be. That would mean, no. Just fucking no.

"Aw man, no. It couldn't be. Amber. Her name was Amber." Kyle slumped in the seat and closed his eyes. The beautiful, erotic woman was his sister. He had just had the best sex of his life, with his sister. 



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His large hands gently encased the sides of her face, thumbs brushing over the apples of her cheeks as he kissed her, tenderly and slowly. He pulled back and smiled at her, the lust-filled darkness of her eyes a real treat to see. He slid his hands back into her thick auburn hair, massaging her scalp everso gently as his mouth began to move lower. He pressed light kisses along her jawline before reaching the creamy expanse of her neck. His lips, tongue and teeth began to roam the smooth sensitive skin, licking and kissing and nipping. He sucked a small portion of her skin into his mouth which elicited a little purr. He released and smirked up at her as she glared down at him with those heavy-lidded eyes. He gave a sheepish little shrug. "Couldn't help myself, sorry," he murmured against her skin, causing little goosebumps to rise up. "But I know the rules. No bruises where people will see them." He pressed a gentle kiss over the very slight mark on her otherwise perfect neck, before moving further down.

He slid one hand out of her hair and moved it down to brush his fingertips slowly around the plump fullness of her left breast while his mouth made the same motions on her right, all the while studiously avoiding the hard little nipples waiting for him. As he kissed around and around, spiralling closer as he made teasingly slow brushes with his fingers on her other breast, he felt her chest rising and falling beneath him. She was most certainly aroused by now, but that wasn't going to make him speed up. As he found he had explored every millimetre of her breast other than the tempting pink nipples which he knew she loved being stimulated, he pulled back and looked up at her again. Her eyes were half-closed now and her front teeth wuthered her lower lip, a sure sign that she was trying not to moan out with pleasure. He paused for another moment, enjoying the flushed beauty of her face and the heaving of her chest.

Lowering his head slowly, he hesitated one more moment before beginning to deftly explore her right nipple with his tongue. His fingers began to roll and massage the left, and that was enough for her. The noises she had been clearly been suppressed spilled out of her in a wave, a deep desperate groan from the back of her throat that her teeth couldn't quite hold back. He smiled to himself as he felt her legs twitch instinctively further open and he took her perky nipple between his teeth, tugging gently in a way he knew would drive her wild. Her hips bucked a little and her hands balled into fists, clutching the blankets on either side of her as another groan poured from her gasping mouth. His whole hand smothered her left breast now, massaging and squeezing, careful to always stimulate the nipple and she twitched again, writhing a little beneath him. He sucked hard on her rocky nipple and she moved her hands to clutch into his hair, pushing her breast further into his mouth as he flicked his tongue over the pert pink nub. Each flick caused her hips to twitch under him, pressing her warmth into the bulge in his underwear and causing a twisting sensation in the pit of his stomach. He wanted her. So badly. It was all he could do to restrain himself from just fucking her senseless right now. But he knew she'd appreciate the foreplay more. She was always more responsive to penetration after her first orgasm.

Moving both his hands to her breasts, he dipped his head a little lower, pressing a line of kisses down her flat smooth stomach. He was speeding up now, he realised, and was largely unable (or unwilling) to stop himself. He wanted more from her; to hear her moans, to feel her wetness. As his kisses drew level with her hip bones, her legs spread even wider. She really was getting desperate for him now. Her moans had retreated to a constant soundtrack of purrs, whimpers and mewls, all music to his ears as they rose in urgency. He pulled at her nipples one last time before moving his hands to her hips, holding her in place as he surveyed the treat before him. Freshly waxed, her pussy was clearly visible in all its juicy glory. He could see the shimmer of her wetness on the outer folds, her clit standing proud and just begging to be touched. Without further ado, he dipped his head and gave it one long luxurious lick. It had the desired effect for both of them; her legs shot apart as wide as they would go as her back arched and her volume increased, and the taste of her on his lips caused his erection to grow even further, to a point where it was almost painful now. He pressed his face between her legs, tongue flicking over her aching clit in a quick repetitive motion that was driving her crazy. He was glad he'd chosen to anchor her hips in place, as he could feel the strain of her trying to thrust herself further into his mouth. His mouth was working deftly, tongue circling at different speeds and intensities, his fingernails digging a little into her hips to spot her from grinding her pussy against his face. He wanted to be in control here. He wanted to be able to say when she was going to come. He pressed his tongue against the opening of her waiting pussy and felt her back arch again...

Alexis woke up in a hot sweat. It was dark and she was disorientated and all she could focus on was the throbbing between her thighs. She realised that she had a pillow squeezed tight between her knees and that she must have been rocking herself against it in the midst of that amazing dream. Her chest was heaving and she felt a little light-headed as she thought back over what had been happening. God, it had been ages since she'd had such an erotic dream. Her cheeks must be flushed, and she'd somehow managed to lose her pyjama shorts in the course of the night. There was no way she was going to get back to sleep and regain that dream, was there? Of course not, it never worked like that. Instead, she crept both hands down her stomach and towards the warmth waiting for her. She kicked the pillow away before tentatively giving the outer lips of her pussy a stroke with a shaking hand, causing a convulsion through her whole body. Everything was so sensitive, every nerve ending on fire...it wouldn't be long before she came or passed out, she wasn't sure which. Teasing herself wasn't an option; the man in her dream had done more than enough of that. 

She plunged both hands between her legs and gave a loud cry of ecstasy as they met the sopping wetness of her desperate arousal. Her fingers could barely keep up with the wild bucking of her hips as she pressed rough quick circles against her burning clit. She plunged three fingers into her pussy, imagining the man from her dream thrusting his long thick erection inside her. This thought made her cry out again, tossing her head from side to side as she imagined him over her and around her and deep deep inside her. It didn't take long for her to come, long and hard and loud. The explosion rushed over her, making her dizzy and bringing her close to the edge of losing consciousness. Her body shuddered and twitched as she continued to burrow her fingers against her clit, chest heaving and yelps and whimpers of pleasure emanating from her throat. Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, she collapsed. She was spent and thoroughly satisfied. With a sigh, she flopped back against the pillows and stared up at the dark shapes of her bedroom ceiling in the dark. If only dreams could come true... 



Blurred Lines



I had heard the song before. I'm sure you have too, a thousand times.

Blurred lines.

I know you want it.

For most of last summer, it was the only song on the radio. Being a forty-five year old father of two, I wasn't exactly the target demographic. The only reason I remembered the name of the song was when my wife showed me the online-only version of the music video.

"I can't believe this," she said, as two almost entirely nude girls frolicked around on the screen. "Remember when we watched MTV and it was just music and the band playing? What the hell is this?"

I shook my head, partly disgusted (because I was), and partly playing the role of the cordial husband. "I know it's cliche, but what is wrong with kids these days? This is practically porn."

All the while I was half-wondering when I'd find the alone time to jerk off to it. I had to say things like that ever since her moral crusade had started some years ago. It was a reason we'd started to grow apart, and why sex was perhaps a once-a-month proposition. I would think back to our younger days, when she told me she would have married me only for my massive 'endowment,' and we even fooled around with the idea of swinging. I'd also think back to my idealistic young self thinking that looks weren't that important in a wife. Now I was trapped with a flat-chested republican raisin (my God I'm awful, but if you'd seen how she looked, you'd at least understand me, I hope). Where had my cute little pervert gone? C'est la vie, I'd tell myself. Such is marriage.

"This is how it happens, boundaries just get destroyed," she continued, "It's not like this is obscure. This is the most popular song and video right now. A song about rape with four minutes of nude girls dancing around for the video. What's next? What will shock our grandkids? When does it stop?"

She shook her head. I walked away from her desk as she kept browsing the internet on her laptop. And, as far as I was concerned, I'd never think twice about the silly song again.

A week later, I left work early walked into my house, and the song was blaring out of my living room. It wasn't the first time I'd come home to a girl dance party. My eighteen year old daughter had been boogying it up with her friends after school since her grade school days. I usually glanced into the living room before leaving them be, rather than barging in to be the "lame dad" that made them hit the stop button.

As much as it may make me sound like a pervert, my daughter had to deal with being otherworldly attractive for years. By the time her birthday hit, she was something you can't describe. You could say it was "it." If I had to take a shot at it, she would be Jennifer Lawrence's face attached to Kelly Brook's body, but that doesn't do her justice. Take away the minor faults of either of those two gorgeous woman, and you' be closer to the miracle that was my daughter.

Cheerleading, modelling, acting, "pretty girl" things were her activities for years. She was the girl you looked at and knew she could make a career just from being beautiful. Yet she was fairly smart, or at least average, which I accepted. Still, I never thought of it in anything beyond a fatherly capacity. When the thousandth person remarked that "she should be a model" to me or my wife, we knew what they meant. When another neighborhood dad, coach, or teacher, was a little too smiley and let their hand linger on her shoulder after demanding a hug because of "how glad they were to see her," I never made a fuss. She had the common sense to know when an old man wanted a hug to feel her chest against them. It was the way the world worked, and that was the end of it.

This time, when I glanced in on one of her dance parties, it was far from what I expected.

My daughter was shucking and jiving in nothing but thong underwear, the same type the models wore in the video. Her far less attractive friend was next to her, also nearly nude, mimicking the moves from the video.

I froze and hid behind the doorway into the kitchen, a good twenty feet from the living room. I had a full on view of the proceedings, and knew my wife and son wouldn't be home for at least another half an hour. At first I wanted to barge in and start yelling like a typical father would, but there was some sick curiosity in me that made me watch a bit longer than I should have. Then, with what I saw, I watched for far longer than a healthy man should. Or perhaps, with a woman with my daughter's looks nearly nude in front of me, that's exactly what a healthy man would do.

You're the hottest bitch in this place.

They would start off the top of the song mimicking the girls from the music video exactly. Same stuttering walks, same clawing motions, same poses. Then around the time the rapper's verse came up, they did this sort of hip shaking routine with their arms above their heads. I supposed this was their version of improvising. All the while they were laughing and singing, thinking it was just an innocent teen singalong.

Then the beat dropped and it was a raw drum thundering over the occasional looped lyric, and my daughters body did something to me that made me feel something I had never experienced before in my life.

When the drop came, and the music changed, she mounted her back arms on our living room sofa and gyrated her hips in a humping motion. Her ass was slightly on a dresser behind the couch, so her legs were lifted just off the floor. However she was moving her hips, it caused her breasts to jiggle in these tight, controlled circles. Every ounce of her youthful energy and the pertness of her jostling breasts just seemed to flow forth in a beam of light, straight at me.

"Yea baby, shake those tits!" her friend called out, laughing. It was some kind of moral justification for their debauchery, they were just 'having fun', lol, lmfao, #funny. With my daughter's head tilted back, her eyes closed, her brow slightly furled and her puffy lips quivering, there wasn't any doubt in my mind that she was fucking the air with the intensity of an experienced backroom stripper.

The blood rush to my cock so fast that my face went cold. I was taken back with the way she looked at that moment. It didn't help that the portion of the song lasted for a full twenty seconds. Her friend danced around and sort of held fort while my daughter took the sexually charged, pop-culture endorsed debauchery to take her mind and body to another place. I felt my eyes sink and my mouth drop open. The pure sexual need spewing forth from her felt like a scorching hot wind blowing into my face. It was the most erotic experience I had ever had in my life.

To save you time, I'll summarize that they replayed the song in all its glory, and they had the routine down to a science. When the beat was about to drop, I started to rub my rock hard erection through my pants. This time, my daughter seemed to press it to another level, trying hard to get whatever teenaged horniness haunted her soul out into the world as she gyrated in that perfect motion. I came, hard, before she was done. As I sprayed my sorry self, I took a "hi-def" mental image of the pure sex before me. As they cued it up again, I did the smart thing and went upstairs as quiet as a church mouse. It was a good thing I did, since if I had succumbed to temptation and continued to watch, I would have been the first thing my wife and son saw as they came into the house. My daughter and friend must have escaped with their stereo as they pulled into the driveway, as my wife didn't discipline her or mention what they were doing.

It was next to impossible for me to make it through dinner while acting normal. My daughter had changed into a black turtleneck that squeezed her figure, while her hair was braided back, bringing her face out to my newly opened eyes. I was like a twelve year old kid, stealing glances at her tits, looking away just in time to ensure she didn't see me. She mentioned that her boyfriend, Kyle, would be coming to dinner the next evening. My wife and I hated the kid, but it was based purely on appearances. He was a scrawny, dumb-looking boy with those quarter-sized earrings shoved into his ears. Nothing about the kid was remarkable, and the two of them spent far too much time in our basement for me to be comfortable. Well, the former me. When she mentioned it, I had a spark of deviousness crop into my mind.

Even though I was dog tired, I feigned an inability to sleep and told my wife I was going to sit in the study. I googled for an hour or two, figuring out how to turn my old iPod into an amateur security camera. I found a way to capture footage and upload it in hour-long increments to my computer. I grabbed the dock, plugged it in, and set it up in a dark corner on top of the entertainment center. I was officially spying on my teenaged daughter, and I hadn't involved rational thought in the process.

On the way up the stairs, I grabbed a handful of toilet paper since I knew what was about to happen. My libido was in control, and I was following its lead. I checked the kitchen and living room, seeing if my little ghetto surveillance setup could capture their dance routine. It couldn't...too many open areas, too much light. I went to the spot over our mundane sofa, where she'd danced and ripped open my suppressed sex life like a buzzsaw. I straddled it, my cock protruding from my boxers. The angle fit. If I could step into my fantasy, I would be inside her as she ground and shook that perfect body in front of me. I barely jerked myself before the first load came. Into the toilet paper it went, as I shuddered like a pathetic old man. I half expected to snap out of my lust coma during my post-jerk moment of clarity. I had no luck. I heard her friend in my head.

"Yea! Shake those tits!"

I closed my eyes and brought my cock back to life over the course of five minutes. Another load, another image of her burned into my eyes. I looked down as it pulsated back to flaccid. They can take away your skin, your hair, and everything else as you age. I still had some hair, but my body and face were aging. The one thing they can't take away from you is a big cock. I still had that going for me.

I turned, and saw my daughter in the stairwell. I looked back, and realized I had left one of my soiled toilet paper shards on the dresser behind the couch.

"What're you doing down here?" she asked.

I sighed, trying to act at ease. "I couldn't sleep, so I came down here."

She leaned against the kitchen doorway. "So you jerk off to help you fall asleep?"

I was confused, until i saw my cock peeking out from my boxers. I covered myself, "No, this is a coincidence. And don't talk to your father that way."

She looked down, "Sorry." She peeked into the refrigerator in a bit of a hurry, grabbed a drink, and went back upstairs. I grabbed the toilet paper and threw it in the trash. I'd never felt so pathetic.

This wasn't outside the realm of my daughter's personality. Her whole life she'd been weirdly blunt, rather cold, calculated...very adult for her age. I could never put my finger on it, but as far as her personality she was different from your average teen. And as far as our dad/daughter relationship...she was an adorable little girl, but that was years ago. As she grew older, I always felt our conversations were between her, a doctor in a lab, and me, a guinea pig. Always a little manipulative, very concise, never tender or overly emotional. There was something passive aggressive about everything she did. Yet she never got into trouble, never saw disciplinary action at school. We were distant by the time she was a junior in high school. I wouldn't say we were "friends."

Dinner came the next evening, and I was back to glancing at her body. This time she decided to wear a camisole with a plunging neckline. I loved the moles along her breast. We made shitty conversation with her boyfriend, they went downstairs for a few hours, and he was out of my house by 9:30. A couple hours later, I left my sleeping wife to watch my perverted surveillance video.

I fucked something up with the setup, but by pure luck it started at the point where she had her clothes off. I'd pretended in the past that she wasn't sexually active, that the two of them watched TV innocently in the basement. After her little dance, I assuaged those doubts. As a father, I should care about her virginal innocence, but that part of me was dormant now.

He put his bare cock to her after some very short, very clumsy foreplay.

"You're super wet," he said. Apparently she didn't need much to get horny. I watched as the kid put himself to her far too slowly and softly. It was erotic to watch her in that position, succumbing, taking a dick. Her arms were behind her head and she was concentrating, trying to get into it. The kid had no idea how to rev her motor. If I had a set of tits like those in my face, and they didn't belong to my daughter, I'd be dehydrated from pleasuring them. This kid seemed to not understand his fortune.

"Do it harder. And faster."

"I thought you said mine was the biggest you'd had."

She nodded, "Yea but you have to do it right."

He overcompensated and started slamming into her, too slowly, and too hard. She sort of moaned a bit, but after a few minutes of the awkwardness, she stopped him. He climbed off her and sat beside her. I figured him to either be a homosexual or incredibly glib to have not cum in her during their coupling. I'm sure in ten years when he found himself hanging drywall and smoking weed in his parent's guest bedroom, he would regret it.

My daughter brought out a purple dildo from under the futon. He sat and watched like a voyeur as she finished the job, only having half an orgasm from what I could see from the footage.

"I thought you said it was the biggest." Maybe it was his age or the video angle, but from what I could see, he was hardly above average.

She nodded, "it is."

They sat in silence. "You can leave now," she said quietly, as she started to put her clothes back on. He tried to protest, but she just yelled "Just fucking leave, Kyle." The obedient little future-pizza-delivery-driver put his clothes on and left. From the video, I could hear myself calling goodnight to him from the couch. It made me hot to know my half naked daughter was a few feet beneath me, dying for an orgasm.

I quietly went downstairs and took away the iPod. I sat in the dark of the study after I'd safely password-protected the video and tucked it away. My daughter wanted three things: an oversized penis, a man who knew how to use it, and someone she could control. I went to sleep, dreaming of her bouncing tits over those smooth abs. I was obsessed.

The next morning at work, I made a perverse connection. All my years of utilizing competitive intelligence left me with one conclusion: I had what my daughter needed. I was endowed, I knew I could get her off, and if there's one thing you can control, it's a perverted father who's put his cock inside you. She could run to her mother if I didn't do things her way, yet I had to make sure she didn't feel taken advantage of...that it was in her interest to not turn me in, let alone have her feel crushed and ruined. My thoughts went back to my own youth.

My first year in college, just before I met my wife, there'd been a girl. Her name was Alicia, and she was a great little hispanic girl I'd met at a bar. We went back to her place and fooled around, but as I'd take her pants further off, she kept saying how we shouldn't go further. It got to the point that I was finger banging her, thinking it was all a ruse. When I went for the move to be inside her, she'd pushed me back. Thinking it was a game, I had my cockhead at her pussy lips and pushed forward a bit. That's when I heard a frank "No, stop. Now." But I was a drunk horny kid, and I pressed on.

Once I started to penetrate her and stretch her, the protests stopped. I was unsure if I was in the midst of a rape or the best sex of my life. She came, maybe even twice, before we finished. The next day, I called her, hoping she hadn't called the SWAT team to come throw me in the pen. It winds up she was practically in love with me. We dated for a month before I lost interest, and when I left she fought hard to get me back.

The lesson I learned? When I put my naturally endowed gift in a girl, even if she wasn't in the mood, even if she thought I was almost assaulting her, I had her hooked. I'd gone my whole life never losing a woman in a relationship. It wasn't a coincidence.

Dinner that night was a scene from the Twilight Zone. Her mother would ask her about her day at school. Like a perfect schoolgirl from a well-bred home, she responded with articulate answers about how much she enjoyed cheer practice and how great her teachers were. I could see it was all a malaise. A few times she looked at me and mysteriously smiled. I reasoned it was because she was sort of proud to have caught me with my pants down. I knew, beneath it all, she couldn't stand putting up a front to her mother's horseshit. She wanted to cum. Knowing what it was like to be a teen, I bet it was all she thought about.

As my delusion grew, I thought through the outcomes if I tried some crazy scheme my daughter. I couldn't seduce her or be charming. I was her father for christ's sake. She'd think I was a dirty old man. I wasn't going to drug her or get her drunk...that felt even slimier than the slimiest idea.I somehow convinced myself that I just had to be in her, at the right moment, and she'd enjoy it. She'd be OK with it. Having sex...with her father. Yes, this was my logical line of reasoning in the state I was in.

Of course, there was a meeting point between my lust crazy brain and this stupid plan: her little dance routine. When she was kneeling back, her eyes closed, gyrating herself. I would sneak in, I would put it in, before she had a chance to react. For a few glowing seconds, I'd be living my own deepest, darkest fantasy. And I gambled that she'd keep it to herself. Maybe she'd even love having a an automatic orgasm walking around her house that she could ride with no commitment. One she could yell at, and control, because she held all the power.

Or, more than likely, I'd lose my family. My wife, my son, my daughter, damaged for life. Maybe even my siblings and parents would never speak to me. Maybe criminal problems. Maybe a silent, oppressed daughter who turned to drugs to overcome her abuse. Then again, she was eighteen, an adult...

Blurred Lines. You know you want it.

A few days passed. I decided I was crazy. I could never hurt her that way, even if she was a sexpot. It was the culture, I decided. The sex-charged song and sex-charged video lead her to act that way...it wasn't who she really was. Maybe my wife wasn't wrong. The culture had turned her into a borderline stripper, and if I followed behind her, I was just another amoral hedonist. Did I not value her well-being over my own need to get off? What the hell kind of father has thoughts like this?

I had to make it a little less than a year, jerking away the fantasies, before she went off to college and away from me. I could do it. I reasoned I'd accomplished many difficult things in my life. The fantasies waned. I thought I could survive.

Then Sunday afternoon happened.

I walked up to the door, knowing my wife and son would be away shopping for clothes and sports supplies for at least the next three hours. I could hear that damn siren song coming from the living room. I reasoned the right thing to do would be to go through the front door and alert her to my presence. Of course, I snuck around to the back door. I wasn't in control anymore. I told myself I just needed to watch her, one more time. Besides, her friend was probably with her, meaning I couldn't go through with my little psychotic plot.




Blurred Lines



This time, she was alone. Same routine, same moves. I drank in the first run. I pulled off my shorts, and shirt, and dropped them on the foyer floor. When they dropped to the ground and my hand found my cock, I had a foot in the grave.

How long would a girl dance to a pop song like this before moving on to the next one? How long until I didn't know the exact time I could cross the threshold, moving from my daughter having an innocent dance to having her father's dick deep inside her within a five second span, all without her permission? I rationalized everything. She would forgive me and be disgusted. She would love it and we'd fuck like sea otters. I'd fail to sneak up on her and I could feign an excuse. It was time to go for broke.

Tried to domesticate ya. But you're an animal baby, it's in yo' nature.

I made my way to the side entrance to the kitchen and living room. I primed my cock, and waited for my chance to pounce. It happened in slow motion. The beat dropped, and she took her place. I watched her tits go into their perfect gyrations. My blood sped up and I felt a surge of electricity shoot up my spine. I knew I wanted this.

I stepped into the room and stood over her. She didn't even know I was there, between her legs, watching her. My bare cock was inches away from her exposed pussy, and she had no idea. This was the point of no return.

The head of my cock pressed into her as I gripped the side of her hips. Instinctually she pressed her legs together, shocked. Her arms covered her tits. Before she even reached out to push me away, I was pistoning into her. The tension and neurosis I felt in that brief moment was a drug I never wanted to quit. I'd never outright violated a person like that, in such a rapid, terrifying way. Sadism felt good.

Her eyes became wide and she tried to scream, but as I pushed against her walls, her eyes became even wider and her mouth contorted. The tidal air in her lungs spat out as she tried to deal with the girth, something I had experienced with other girls. Her hands went from pushing into my chest to grabbing the sides of my arms. She was bracing herself. Her mind and her body were in total chaos.

It felt so good. I looked down and couldn't believe I was in the thick of her body, something I'd seen in hidden glimpses from far away. Her abs were tight and flexing as my cock went into her. Even though my gamble was right and she was slicked wet from the dancing, I was halfway in before it became too tight to continue. I withdrew and pressed in again.

I didn't take my eyes off her breasts and those convulsing, smooth little abs. I thought I saw her mouth move and say "Dad!" but I couldn't hear over the music. I concentrated on forcing her body to accommodate me. I also sucked in every millisecond of the moment. I told myself as I carefully plotted my moves that I might wind up in prison after it was all said and done. I needed to inhale the entire moment into every part of my body so the memory would last me the next twenty years in the can.

I finally got her slick little twat to take my full length, and I wrapped my arm around her to hold her steady as I started my pace. Unlike the nerd she opened her legs to in the basement, I was slapping my balls into her in a few seconds. I watched as my cock worked its way in and out of her at a slowly growing pace. I found the courage to look up after my cowardice had fueled me into nudging my own little girl's cervix. Her eyes were closed and she was grunting in time with my thrusts. She ever so slightly tried to push me away, but her strength seemed to be waning. Regardless of how sick it all was, we were two human beings ready to explode with sexual frustration, and I lit a fuse.

I buried my head into her neck and started rutting. The song faded out and in the brief moment of silence, I could hear her cooing as my ball slaps reverberated across the same living room we shared Christmas in when she was five. It was so disgusting, yet my blood was surging through my every limb. Just before the song started again, she purred little "No, no, no, no's" as she moaned. Part of her was still fighting it.

I felt her cum once as her fingernails pressed into my back. I turned to her, looking away so we didn't make eye contact. To my surprise, she kissed me, hard, as she came down and began to roll into her next orgasm. I knew the beat was about to drop. I put my lips to her ears.

"You know the dance you do...at this part," I said, gasping, my endurance fading, "Sarah...do it for me. Do it. I love it."

She shut her eyes and threw her head back, crying out. Her hands went against the couch and she started gyrating on my cock. With every motion, her tits would bounce in those tight, pert motions, and my pelvis slapped against her. I couldn't believe I was in my own fantasy. I couldn't understand how I'd broken every barrier of decency and human dignity and I was about to live out my sick dreams. I felt my face sink and my mouth go agape. My eyes must have looked drunk. I couldn't take my eyes off her forbidden, perfect, jostling tits.

No more pretending, hey hey hey

Cause now you winnin', hey hey hey

Here's our beginning.

I came so hard I had to shut my eyes. I usually was a silent cummer, but I grunted and had to balance myself as I emptied myself into her. My cock was only half inside, and I remember feeling a primal regret that I hadn't jammed it into her to the hilt.

She came down from the wave she was cresting on, and I instinctively put her nipple in my mouth. It was my finishing move when I was done with a woman. I looked at it up close, the tiny little blond hairs and the dark, small areolas. I wondered if I would ever be so close to them again.

My cock softening inside her, I looked up. She was looking down at our coupling, and then looked up at me. I could see she was growing confused as the consequences of what happened came over her. I knew what my plan was, but it pained me to do it. I had to blame her for what happened. It was my only chance at keeping her under control.

"You shouldn't dance like that. Men can't control themselves, you shouldn't be so slutty," was all I said. I threw away more than eighteen years of fatherhood for a good lay, and I made her feel like it was her own fault. It was despicable. Time would tell if it would work.

I hit the stop button on her iPod stereo and walked away. I went upstairs, showered, and dressed. I stayed in the bedroom, masturbating multiple times in memoriam of what I had experienced, until my wife and son came home. When more than ten minutes went by without fevered screaming, I started to calm. Eventually my wife came to fetch me for dinner.

I didn't say a word to Sarah as my wife carried on the conversation. I felt I was in a coma I was so full of tension. I didn't even know what words I was saying when I replied to the banal conversation. Whenever I would speak, my daughter would just stare at her dinner plate, wearing a deep frown. She wore a black shirt that hugged her body. I was disgusted with myself when I could see her nipple poking through the material, the one I'd held in my mouth minutes earlier. I reminded myself those were for her husband, and to feed her future children. They weren't for me...yet I took them anyway.

I kept up the routine, sitting in my easy chair and watching late night TV. When my wife got up to shower, Sarah burst into the room. She pointed at me and said, sternly, at almost a whisper: "What you did was really fucked up. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I just sat, frozen, feeling like a pathetic old man.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she repeated, her eyes wide and her face red, "You think you can do that to me? You think you can use me like that?"

I didn't say anything. I just stared into her eyes, looking for empathy.

"What the fuck are you? You're a fucking rapist, you're disgusting."

She stormed away before I could call out to her. The blood drained to my feet. Somehow I made it through the rest of the night, with the help of a few scotches.

The work week was brutal. I expected my wife to kill me or the police to show up at any moment. Regardless, I masturbated constantly, reliving my evil deed. I know I wore it on my face at dinner, as my wife repeatedly asked me what was wrong. By Wednesday, Sarah was looking up at me from dinner, sometimes with a worried look, when I would talk or my wife would inquire if I was "ill" or "feeling down." By Thursday, she was making small talk with me and saying hello when I walked in the door. Friday, the entire day, we were like a normal family.

I was officially one of those scummy sexual predators you see shocked to be alive in mugshots on TV. In another time, I'd be up on a stake, lit on fire, dying to the cheers of righteous, angry villagers. I had such guilt. I should have done more to control myself.

Saturday was my son's baseball game, and my wife told me to stay home so I could get over "whatever cold or flu I had caught." This left me alone with Sarah for the first time since I'd forced myself inside her. She was showering in upstairs bathroom, so I headed downstairs to our sauna/shower combo and showered as well. It had it's own water heater, so I knew I wouldn't disrupt her.

When I was shaving with a towel wrapped around my waist, I heard footsteps coming downstairs. She came to the doorway, standing about ten feet away from me.

"Hey," she said. I replied with the same.

"I want to talk to you," she said. I told her that was fine as I turned to face her.

She sat on the sauna bench across from me. We had a good distance between us.

"That was messed up."

I exhaled all the air in my lungs out of my nose and I think I turned white, "I know, I know, I fucked up Sarah...."

"Uhm," she said. She was piecing her words together, "Just tell me, like, what led up to you doing that, and why you did it? Because I want to understand so I can, uhm, forgive you. That can't happen again, you need to get some help."

It touched my heart that she looked at it as a malady rather than a reason to turn me into the feds. Daughters love their fathers, to a fault I suppose. I started from the top.

"I'm so sorry. It was the worst thing a father can do, I just..."

She sort of motioned with her hands for me to speed things along, "Yea, I get all that crap. Answer the question so I can understand."

"Well, I want to say I never thought of you sexually, ever, in your life. This is all new to me. And it isn't your fault for dancing that way. I think it's fucked up that our culture has girls doing sing-alongs in the nude, but I'm a hypocrite and I don't really have any moral authority anymore, now do I?"

Her eyes kind of lit up when I said that, though I wasn't sure why.

"I walked into the house, early from work, and I saw you and your friend..."

"Jennifer," she replied. She was very collected and calm. I was jealous, seeing as I felt like I was on the verge of a heart attack.

"...Jennifer, doing the dance. And I watched it a couple of times. And...it brought something out of me. I got kind of obsessed, I guess. Your mom and I don't make love much, and I had a lot of pent up frustrations from it, and I got kind of obsessed with that little move you do."

She smiled, "You liked that?"

I sort of nodded, "Something like that. Not 'like.' It made me sort of an...animal, I guess. I stopped thinking right. I couldn't control it. And uhm, I sort of spied on you and your boyfriend when he was over. I hooked up a camera, and it was damaging to see you having sex...I shouldn't have done it. I know that was fucked up, and I could lie and say it was for your safety, but it was really because I wanted to see you nude, again. I'm a pervert, and it's disgusting."

I thought she'd be angry and yell at me, but she seemed to smile again.

"I got kind of pent up, and I told myself I wouldn't act on it, but I saw you doing the dance again and...that song is really sexually charged, you know? It's actually about rape, did you know that? Or kind of about it..."

She nodded, "I like how it's, you know, really messed up lyrically but everybody seems to love it. Even soccer moms. I think that's hot."

I nodded, "Uhm, it will never happen again. I am a dog, and I am sorry. I might never make it up to you the rest of your life, but..."

She shook her head, "Stop with that stuff. I liked it when you were keeping it real."

I stopped, and we were silent for a moment. "Do you, uhm, have anything you want to say to me?"

She sighed, "I've known about you and mom for years. I know that she has her whole, ya know, high-horse thing, and that you're not really like that. I've always known that about you."

It was revealing to hear your own child tell you how they saw through your own marriage. I never took her to be that mature or perceptive. But then again, maybe I never took the time to know her as growing adult at all.

"And I thought something was up that night I saw you in your underwear downstairs. Because you left the basement light on, and there was that tissue by the couch. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was weird. And I guess knowing that you saw me and Kyle together kind of explains some stuff...you pry pieced together that I was super fucking horny. Watching the dances, I figured that you had seen me do it before, because of what you said, but now it makes even more sense."

She shifted on the bench, "And what you did, the first ten-fifteen seconds, I was really scared. And I thought it was a nightmare. But uhm, I guess I have to be honest here. I don't want relationships. Seeing you and mom, and how society is and stuff...and how it churns people up...I don't care about having boyfriends, or getting married. And I've always wanted to have an orgasm with a guy. I've tried with a lot of boys, but I never got there. But you got me there, like three times. And it's like your mind shuts down, and your body does whatever, and uhm, it was crazy. It was like nothing I've ever felt, and I know now why I wanted it so bad. Because it's the best thing I've ever felt."

She swallowed, "I guess I'm trying to say you were good. You were really good."

I felt my pride swell, but I kept wearing the face of a solemn, sorry old man. Because that's how I truly felt. I couldn't believe she was being so gracious about me doing such a horrible thing.

"Sex with my dad is wrong," she said. It was such a pure, simple, obvious sentence, "I've been saying that a bunch for the last few days, over and over. And I know it's true, and I'll always know it's true. But girls mature a lot faster than boys, and I can't find a guy who knows what he's doing, even college guys. Even though you did something awful, I don't know...I have to forgive you for not asking my permission, and for being my dad and violating a lot of our relationship. But sex with your dad is wrong, and what you did is wrong."

She shifted again and sighed, "It took me a day or so, but I wasn't even mad at you about ramming it in. I really want to feel pissed about that, but for some reason I can't...."

I flashed back to the dichotomy of Alicia from college, pleading with me to stop before I put it in her, and then to her pleading with me to stay. I'd put the same groundswell of irrationality in my own daughter.

"I was actually, as fucked up as it sounds, sad that you didn't stay and hold me or talk to me. You just said that shitty thing about me dancing and left. I felt really cold and alone. That's what I was actually mad about. And I wanted you to know."

I nodded, "I'm sorry for making you feel anything. All of this was messed up and wrong, you're right."

She shook her head and laughed nervously, "I uhm, I can't stop thinking about cumming. And I think, even though it's disgusting and fucked up, in a way you were trying to be my dad. I was naked, and I do that move because that part of the song really makes me feel like I'm having an orgasm, or at least what I used to think it felt like. And I try to think, maybe this is true, but I like to think you saw your daughter in need. And I'm not that articulate, but I know that cavemen used to fuck their own daughters, right? Like, Adam and Eve stuff. So, there was some part of you that's ape, the part women like a man to be when they're in bed, that just took over. You saw me in need, and you wanted to fill that need."

I was taken aback at how smart and insightful she was. I never saw it that way, but maybe she was right. Seeing her in that position, with my fatherly instincts mixing with my overdriven perversion, must have been part of it. I was a cluster of emotions, perhaps she was right.

"But you went about it the wrong way. I don't know how you could have went about it, since it's taboo to ask to fuck your own daughter, and I never would have gone through with it for a million reasons, but that was the wrong way to do it. But well...I'm not going to screw up your life or anything. And I like that I can talk to you like this now, since our family is pretty lame. I mean it's like mom is a prison warden and we can't just be real with each other. And what we did together, that felt really real. After a few seconds, even as I was cumming, it started making sense. So I wanted to talk to you, so you could stop feeling so bad."

She was quiet. It occurred to me that this was all a ticking timebomb. Her logic seemed sound now, in the eyes of a young girl rationalizing too many things at once. Someday she'd turn into a protective mother and realize just how fucked up I was and what I'd done. She was my wife's daughter after all. Then again, maybe she was speaking some kind of truth that'd last. Seeing how the consequences hadn't played out at all how I expected, I didn't know.

"I appreciate what you're saying. But, I took advantage of being your dad. And that in itself is very wrong. No matter what. And I'll always be sorry."

She shrugged, "I'm kind of hoping we could be something unique. Not special, and not like yucky romantic or anything. You're my dad and I'm not going to, like, have feelings for you. But I want us to have total truth, and I'm in control. You had your one time being out of control, and now I'm in control. No more rapey creepy shit, OK? Period. Whatever I say is what goes."

I nodded, "Never."

She sat back, relaxing. It was still rather surreal how normal she was, but a teenager's life is full of perversions and insane sexual situations. Look at how absurd the most popular pop song and video of the year was. A video of naked women dancing to a song about rape. She was probably more sexually mature than I was.

"So, I want to ask you questions, about sexual stuff, and you have to answer me like a man. Like the man who snuck up on me the other day. I like having no bullshit between us, it's a refreshing change for this family."

I nodded, "Anything, hun. Whatever you want."

She thought for a moment.

"Do you think I'm as pretty as the girl in that video?"

This harkened back to the reason young girls danced to pop songs. Part of them wanted to be the star, to be beautiful and have all the attention. I remembered our agreement, and the mood in the air.

"If I was being your father, I'd remind you that you were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. But...we're talking about the brown-haired one, the girl that's getting famous?"

She nodded, "Her name is Emily. All the guys at school are obsessed with her."

"Right, hmm...if you want the truth from a perverts perspective....her breasts might be a bit bigger, but yours have a nicer shape. Her abs are too small, and she has no belly button. Your abs are perfect and your hips come out more so you have better proportions. You have a little tuft of fat over your belly that a guy wants to dig his thumbs into when he's inside you, riding you."




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I just realized what words were coming out of my mouth, and how surreal it all was. My inhibitions were gone. The neurosis was fueling me. I was talking off the top of my head.

"And you're far prettier. She has a nice face, nice chin...you have deep, very faraway eyes. Brighter eyes. Same if not nicer chin/cheeks. And a better ass, more perky, more tight."

She blushed a little, "Oh my God that's really true. I can tell. So...you'd rather fuck me than her?"

I squirmed a little, "I don't think there's any question. Look at what I risked to do that. I risked ruining my life just to touch you."

I was finding some kind of sick silver lining of truth to my debauchery. Finding something to be proud of through from surprising your daughter with your cockhead is....optimism?

"Well, I tried to understand you, so I looked stuff up. I read on the internet that most sexual perpetrators who commit incest are, like, pedophiles. They do it from when their kids are super young. So I don't think you're that fucked up. You need help, but I think you just cheated on your wife with someone who happened to be your daughter, you know?"

I stayed silent. I wasn't going to let myself off the hook anytime soon. Rationalization is very, very dangerous. I learned that the hard way.

"So....wow. I mean everybody says this modelling stuff is what I'm supposed to do, but even my own dad. Wow. You're, like, the last person on earth who should try to fuck me, and you couldn't control yourself. And you think I'm sexier than Emily. Wow."

I did, and you would too. She was from another planet. "I think you dance better too."

She smiled again, "Really?"

I shrugged, "I didn't become an incest fan until you did that move."

She outright laughed, "God that's so fucked up, incest fan," I tried to smile with her, but my heart broke a little that something so absurd gave her a rise and a giggle. Did anything phase kids from her generation?

"OK, this is the other thing I wanted to do, uhm...." she put her hands out and sort of prepared herself, "With me just being me, look at me sexually."

We made eye contact, and my eyes roamed up and down.

"I kind of want to know what my teachers and my friend's dads think when they look at me. Because, I know I can fuck them, and maybe I can get things from them, but I'm not sure if they know what they're doing or if they're thinking about me."

"They are, " I said. It was like asking if the sky wasn't blue. "If I can say something, uhm. I'm being real here. The whole thing adults say about getting good grades and trying hard at school? That's the plan people lay out for the average kids, and the smart kids. Then you've got athletes, maybe a computer whiz, maybe a model," I motioned to her with my hand, "Or a model/actress...I mean, it's not all a lie. Being educated can help you a lot in life, and keeps you safe and on track. But you're not one of them. Your looks...those dads/teachers know they'll see maybe two or three women like you in their lifetime. So will most other men. One of those guys will be rich, and a guy you can control..."

"Like Kyle..." she interjected.

"Well no, he will never be rich..."

She laughed. It made me feel good that she knew he wasn't up to her standards.

"Anyways..." I said, wanting to go on.

"There's been a lot of guys besides Kyle."

She seemed to think it was a secret worth protecting.

"Oh. How many?"

She sort of squirmed, "Like, fifteen. Twenty. I guess...sixteen or twenty-one, with, ya know..."

I tried to seem unphased. It was another generational thing...I guess. I moved forward, wanting to skip the gory details. And to stop myself from asking how the hell she didn't know the exact number.

"Like I was saying...you can take your own route. You can marry a rich man, easily. You can make your own money intimidating people with how you look. You can make money modelling, you can sleep with your professors to get straight A's, sleep with your landlord to get the rent That isn't the average girl, even if so many think they have what it takes. You're it, you're the 'it' girl. And I've known that about you for years, and so has your mom. We see it in how people interact with you."

"But you never wanted to fuck me?"

My brow jerked as I yelled "No!" For a moment my pervert side totally receded and I was a father again. Maybe all I wanted this entire time was a little emotional honesty with my daughter. Well, no, I wanted to suck on her tits and cum inside her while she did a dance move that would make a stripper jealous. I shouldn't romanticize anything.

"Never for one second. Never. It was seeing you dance, it turned me into somebody else. And now I have to go my whole life knowing I practically raped my daughter."

She shook her head, "You didn't rape me. I kind of hung that over your head so you'd feel guilty, I shouldn't have done that. The second you walked in the living room, I knew you were there, I felt your presence. It couldn't have been anyone else, I knew it was you. And in the moment, I liked that you were watching me dance. I didn't know if you were waiting to tap me on the shoulder to yell at me, but it didn't matter, because it felt good to have a man look over me when I was being...you know, free. I could have opened my eyes just then and embarrassed us both, but I didn't. When you made your little move, I could have hit you in the balls and shoved you off. I didn't. I had my chance, and I was horny. I'm almost glad I barely had time to react. It was way, way, way too strong of a come-on, but...I was in control."

I didn't know if she was telling herself that, or if it was true. It did make me feel better.

I continued, "Anyways...listen. In today's world, you can use sex as a weapon. Sure, I'd like to see you run off and marry a guy and wait to make love until you're married, all the while being a dynamo in your career, that's a comforting fantasy. But for a woman who looks the way you do, it just isn't as hard to get what you want. If you're safe, and you're smart, sex is something you can hold in your back pocket. Try to be a smart person and work hard for what you want, but if you need to use it, do it. Other women will, so you have to be willing to go the distance if you deeply, truly want something. It's just how the real world works."

I wasn't sure if I'd given the most candid or simply the worst advice a father can give his daughter. She shook her head, "And yet I have to sit through assemblies at school about abstinence and staying true to yourself."

I sighed, "I wish that were all true. In a perfect world it would be."

She nodded, "OK, so back to the start, let me do this. Drop your towel."

She motioned to me and I hesitated. "Come on big boy, no more secrets, drop the towel. Or I tell mom."

She laughed a little, but I felt a sinking feeling. Yup, she was in control alright. I thought if it was worth it to put my cock in her as she gyrated in exchange for her lifetime control over me. Yup, it was. I did as she asked.

"OK, so we're at about flaccid right now. Cool, OK now me..."

She took her T-shirt off and her pajama pants. As her shirt went over her head, I saw a black lace bra and panties. The bra barely contained her chest. Her legs were fresh shaven and silky smooth. I remembered that I never had my chance to run my hands across them during our first session.

She laid back into the sauna bench, "Don't be romantic or weird, just be dirty and truthful. Where do your eyes go?"

I licked my lips and thought, "The little patch of tiny blond hairs between your chest and your tummy. Then to, uhm, between your legs."

She smiled, "OK cool, do I look better when I do this pose?"

Rising up, she put her hands down and thrust her ass out towards me.

"No," I replied, honestly. She turned around and leaned against the bench. "Now?" she asked.

I shook my head, "The way you were. You being you. That's when you look your best. You don't have to fake any of it. Like I said, you're not one of those types of girls."

She went back to laying naturally against the bench. Her tummy was bunched up the littlest bit, while she had one leg flexed with her knee in the air, the other leg resting over the bench as her foot dangled.

"Where did your eyes go just then?"

I sighed. I didn't know if being truthful would make me sound nuts, but she wanted to hear it.

"To your tummy."

I felt I had to justify myself. What I said next felt like it was coming out of someone else's mouth.

"I have a fantasy, not all guys do, but I do, that when I see a girl with flat abs that it's my job to put a baby in her. And uhm, I had that with your mom years ago. Making her belly 'big' was my big, I dunno, goal. Then it's back to your crotch. I want to step in between your legs and run my cock over your pussy."

I was about half erect. She noticed and kind of sighed at my words.

"You came in me last week. I'm not on the pill."

I gulped. I didn't know if it was audible.

"I liked the way it felt," she said, "I liked knowing that my dad could have put his baby in me. It's sick and it's fucked up."

I felt a slow dread run through me, "Did you take the morning after pill?"

She smiled, "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. Maybe I found the porn folder on your computer."

Oh, wow. It was about a hundred videos of young blonde girls getting 'accidental creampies.'

"Maybe I liked the way the risk felt. Do you like the way this feels? Not knowing if I'm pregnant?"

I don't know where she learned to talk dirty, but she apparently inherited my fetish for unprotected sex.

Up came the honesty, "Yes."

She put her pinky in her mouth and smiled, "I bet you want to put your cum in me again. What would you do if I let you move from that spot?"

My dick was openly hard and she was staring at it. "I'd move in between your legs."

"Hmmm...good to know. This is so fun, you're like my big-dicked Ken doll."

Everything was quiet. She let me stand there, ogling her. Her bra rose and fell as she breathed. Some women look better in lingerie than they did naked. My daughter looked good in both states of dress.

"You can come here and you can stand between my legs. But you can't say anything or touch me unless I ask you something."

I shook my head, "That's a bad idea. Let's just talk."

She sighed, "You owe me. Rapist."

Defeated, I walked forward and did as she said. My cock was at the same level as her mouth. Unlike my blind lust before, I had real trepidation about repeating this again. She was my daughter, and I had made an awful mistake.

"You told me what you thought of me. I get to tell you now," she said. She spoke slowly, in halting words, soaking in our newly close proximity. "I think you look kind of old in the face, but you have nice eyes. I notice a lot of things about you now that I didn't before last week. Like your smile, and your hair. I like your smell now, I liked it before but now I want to smell it for different reasons."

She looked me over, "Your body is OK. A lot of older guys look gross, but you don't have a gut and I like all your chest hair. Girls say they don't like hairy guys, but they do. And I wish you would shave your pubic hair."

It took her a bit of time, but she rested on her elbows and looked at my cockhead.

"I know your cock is gross looking, I know it in my mind. But...I know what it can do to me, and I know I can have it as much as I want. I feel really warm and kind of crazy when I think that you live with me, and all it takes to start feeling good is taking our pants off and putting...that...in me. I feel like I would rather do that more than anything else, and it's been bugging the shit out of me."

She sort of squirmed, "And I know I'm not supposed to touch it. But I want to. And I have to fight not to. Your hands are great too. It's actually good that they're older, I like the way they look weathered. And it felt good when you held me, like I was really safe. It made me feel less weird once we got going, and I want you to hold me like that again."

Her confessions were turning me on. I don't think I'd ever had a more frank discussion with another human being before.

"Don't say it, but think about what you'd do to me next. Don't go all the way, just the first thing you would do if you wanted to be inside me again. The thing all the other men in the world want to do when they see me, like this. Or even if I was fully clothed. The first thing."

I already had it in my head.

"Do you have it?"

"Mmmhmmm," I grunted in reply.

She smiled, sort of presenting herself to me.

"Do it."

In one motion, I reached forward and ripped the front of her bra clean off. It was an old parlor trick I learned in my frat days. She was shocked and gasped in response, cooing. Her breasts fell to the side slowly as the tension of the bra gave way. One of her nipples escaped and my eyes darted to it. For a time, she had her eyes closed, and looked vulnerable as a dead leaf. I wanted to tear into her.

"Jesus, you fucking animal, that was a $30 bra!" she was breathing heavily, her eyes a little hazy, "I don't care, that was fucking hot. Your bicep got all big."

I just stood above her, hoping she wouldn't let me continue.

"Move back for a sec."

I complied. She rose up, her tits dangling as she stood. She leaned into me, letting my cock press against her panties. Without breaking eye contact, she flipped the switch on the sauna and shut the glass door.

"Lay down."

I did as she said, and I could feel the heat start to rush from the coals. She straddled me, still wearing panties.

"Aaahh, so happy we're OK now," she cooed, rubbing my cock against her, "I was afraid you'd act like a dick and we couldn't hang out like this. But you've been cool."

I felt her moist heat even as the sauna rose to an insane temperature. No matter how I had acted in the past, I didn't want to become addicted to sex with my daughter. Even if this felt like a "good" consequence, I could see a million reasons why it was all very, very bad. Apparently she did as well.

"Let's go over the reasons why I shouldn't put this inside me." She said, pressing her hand into my cock so the length rested against her crotch as she rubbed against me. She looked me dead in the eye.

"Sex with my dad is wrong," she said smiling, my cock a few inches from her pussy, "Sex with my dad is wrong."

Her body quivered and she sort of smiled, "Let's see what else? It would ruin mom and break her heart if she ever found out. But she won't. I could get addicted to this and not seek out other boys, who are supposed to court me, and seduce me, and marry me, all because of how I look. I know I don't give a shit about any of that. Hmmmm, whaatt eellseee..."

She was having trouble speaking. Something immense was welling up inside her,

"I could get pregnant and fuck up royally. Not take any birth control, not get an abortion. Give birth to some Kentucky trailer-looking retard baby, screw my body and brain up forever by giving birth to paw-paw's baby. Hmmm...But it's not the 1950s so we're good there. Ooohhhh..."

A shaking pelvis ground into the base of my cock. It belonged to a girl whom I teached bike riding to at the age of 10. Now she was riding me, and I felt terrible about it.

"The psychological effects, surely there will be some. They'd keep me from empathizing with normal people who don't get off on any old cock...the ones who don't look at their dads like human dildos, but hey...some dads beat their kids. Some dads burn them with cigarettes when their infants...could be worse..."

Her eyes found mine again.

"Rip the panties off."

With two hands I reached forward and ripped the front in half with little effort. She closed her eyes and gasped again, loving the display as I ripped apart the lace. When her hips moved forward, the head of my dick was at her entrance. She stayed in that position for awhile and sort of gyrated on it. I watched her tits gently sway as she did so, and felt more turned on. Even if I felt some dread, I was a red-blooded man and wanted to thrust forward. She pulled away.

"What if I fall in love with you?" she asked, continuing, "Ohmigod, what if I have feelings for you? And I get attached? To my own dad..." she sort of backed off. I hoped her senses were coming to her, "What if this is stockholm syndrome? I mean...can I be with other men? Am I gonna do drugs the rest of my life to deal with these feelings? Am I already fucked up...how do you even know if you're fucked up..."

Her mound floated up above my cock again. So far we'd been all about signs and indulging in what we wanted from each other...in forty-five years I'd learned at least something about the complexities of women. I think she was telling me something. The sauna was on full blast and a bead of sweat dripped off her rock-hard hip bone and onto my balls. Her hair was was matted and wet, with lengths of it stuck to her forehead.

"I mean, am I going to fuck you if I want something? What if I want to go to Europe and you won't let me, or give me the money? Oh gosh I just wish I..."

I grabbed her hand and placed it on the base of my cock. My other hand pressed down, hard, on her hip, pushing her towards me yet giving her enough slack to ensure I wasn't the one that crossed the line.

"Shut up and do it. Or get up and leave."

I nestled the tip in her entrance. I gambled correctly and she gave me a big smile. Her hand reached and tousled my hair.

"That's my dad."

She rested her hand on her hip, above mine, and lowered herself down. She shuddered as it pressed into her, and somehow her body felt hotter than the surrounding sauna.

"I wanna do just the tip. That's safe, and you're not cheating on mom."

I could tell from her eyes this was one of her games.

"It feels good though," I said, "Let's go a bit further."

"No, don't, I'm not on the pill."

"I promise I won't cum in you...just a little bit, think of how good it will feel."

"No, stop, this is wrong."

I slowed myself in. Her hands rested on my pecs and she let out an audible cry of pain and joy. Watching her lower onto my shaft was like watching a mechanic ease a car down from a hydraulic stand.

"Ok, ok, but just a little bit," she said, "Just a few pumps."

My God, she was such a little demon. Her pussy lips sucked against me as she rose up and down, slowly finding her sweet spot. She started grinding and moving towards her orgasm. I was afraid to keep up the dirty talk, for fear of not knowing what she wanted. The girl was high on mind games.

"You're my dad, this has to stop," she said as she let the first orgasm take her over. She cried out and I grabbed her sweaty tit. I flicked it with my thumb as I took my hand away and it jostled too and fro, beads of water falling around the nipple. It was a sight to behold.

"I should stop now, you're going to cum."

She started pulling off me, and I saw my cue. I grabbed her hips and forced her back down.

"No! Please!" she gasped, desperately, playing the role, "You're going to cum!"

I pressed into her, forcing her down. She leaned forward and grabbed onto a beam of wood over my head. Her breasts hung right in front of my face.

"Let me go you fucking pervert. You said just the tip!"

I put her nipple in my mouth and sucked. I was blessed to have them in my face again. Dripping with sweat, swinging as she fucked me.

"I don't want a baby...no, please..."

She started to cum again, but I couldn't hold back. I didn't make the same mistake twice, putting my cock to the hilt inside her as I came. She cried out at the sudden rush into her crammed pussy.

"No...no protection...no...."

I pushed her tits together and she feigned sadness. The same way she lit up after performing a scene for us from her seventh-grade play, she changed modes and smiled at me.




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Before I left home for the last semester of my opening year at University, my Mum & I had a long heart-to-heart. One of the last things she told me before I left was 'never put yourself in a position where you are being forced to do something you don't want to'. 

I was young, I was horny, and I was fabulous. 

I wanted to be kinky, and try new things. I'd already dabbled in bondage in an explosive night with a stranger whilst dressed sluttily, but now at last I thought I was ready to move on to the 'big one', and actually lose my virginity. As a gay guy, this can be a bit of a 'step'. I'm a bottom, so to have a guy fuck me for the first time was going to hurt, and I wanted to find someone who would be gentle at first but then hopefully take it a little further. 

I hoped that this would reaffirm my sexuality, and by demonstrating that I could derive pleasure from penetration, give me the confidence to ignore my desire for a sex change for a little while longer. 

Being an innocent, tech-savvy fresher, I automatically turned to Grindr for such an experience; at times a sweltering cesspool of Sodom and Gomorrah, it does however have its uses. I quickly found another student, and we agreed to meet up the next day. I can be quite full-on in my messages, and perhaps I should have prepared myself for the repercussions of that. 

He came over at midday on Wednesday, a lovely warm afternoon, in which sunlight for once illuminated my university accommodation. The sunlight all but disappeared though, as he explained that he only had a few minutes before a meeting. For whatever reason, I found this acceptable, and I quickly stripped down to my lingerie, before the curtains closed, and the lights were extinguished. As those lights were extinguished, so was my naive, invincible innocence. 

I get a big kick out of sucking cock, for whatever reason. There is something about it, whether it is the taste, the feel or maybe just the thought of it; I really enjoy having a throbbing member in my mouth. This is inevitably where we started, my hands tied together above my head, his cock buried deep in my throat as he fucked my face. He quickly began to moan in pleasure, and I was momentarily pleased that I was becoming adept at pleasuring men orally. 

It was I who asked him to fuck me. 

I made the decision with my head as opposed to my heart; inside I wanted to find a special guy to lose it with, however my head told me to get used to it so that I could finally come to terms with my sexuality. 

He needed no second asking; he started dry-humping me instantly, and to be fair this was exciting for me. 

He then produced a small sachet of lube and a condom; he lubed me only a limited amount, if at all, as I gathered from the huge amount left in the small sachet post-sex. 

He wasn't especially large, I believe around 7 or 8 inches maybe, nothing massive, but still enough to be a mouthful.

However I knew all about it when he entered me; arms tied above my head, panties pulled to one side, feet up around by my ears. He pushed in relentlessly, though I asked him once to slow down and he did initially. He then pushed in further, hard, and I was in intense pain. I've broken several bones before, but this was an entirely different sort of pain; pressure, burning and stretching all rolled into one maelstrom of horrible sensations. The pain shot straight to my core; this wasn't something you could escape from. Then again, I had allowed myself to be tied up in any case. I started to moan in pain, and he finally got himself all the way in. I wasn't a happy bunny, but I couldn't do anything about it. 

Then it started to get scary. 



I was already terrified, loathing the experience and all too aware that I was powerless to stop whatever was about to happen. Even worse, I was alone to my fate. 

I had always considered people to be intelligent enough to know that when entering someone for the very first time, you need to take it very slowly, allow them to get used to your size, before moving on. Especially when concerning the anal passageway.

He was well and truly in me up to the hilt, and instantly he started to fuck me. My sphincter had not yet adapted, and I could feel this horrendous tearing, burning sensation as he thrust in and out of my anus rapidly, building up pace. I started to moan very loudly in pain; it must have sounded like I was being murdered, as I verged on full on screaming. I could not escape. This person just continued to thrust with more and more power, pounding me. It was reminiscent of a pornographic film; I was being shaken with every thrust. He kept telling me to relax my legs, which were as stiff as boards due to the pain. He eventually manhandled them elsewhere so he could get a better purchase on my bottom, and increase his penetration. 

I was getting no enjoyment from this whatsoever, and I realised that this wasn't consensual. I was being effectively raped. I had no choice, was in absolute agony, and I wanted it to stop. I was scared, nay, terrified. At no point, however, did I say no. He began to fuck me faster and faster, approaching climax, before he slowed down and resorted to pulling me onto him, thrusting slowly but with extreme power, causing me even greater suffering. 

He told me specifically to 'tell me that I am hurting you'. 

Not if, but that. 

This person was sadistically enjoying every moment of my torment. 

This can only have lasted 20 minutes at most, but my body was racked with pain, I was mentally distraught and I knew that the consequences in one form or another would last much longer than this short tryst. 

It is to my utter humiliation that I resorted to asking him to 'cum on my face' in order to stop the onslaught. In his haze of pleasure as he committed his final desecration, he promised that next time he would get more violent, promising slaps and whipping. 

I could barely reply 'No thanks', and I don't think he heard anyway. 

He then got changed quickly, leaving me prostrate on the bed. 

He told me that 'you almost cried', repeating it with almost incredulity. I did not dignify this with a response. 

He left me with the worst words I that have ever had the misfortune to be uttered. 

'I'm sorry for hurting you, but I just couldn't resist'. 

So there I lay, in pain, humiliated, violated and hurt. 

My naïve invincibility destroyed, my innocence splayed. 

To complete my degradation, for some reason I moved the used condom to my chest. 

I felt used, worthless and utterly debased. 

My own issues beginning to throb in my mind, coated in the cum of that monster and a certain region stinging and burning no matter where I turned...

I then slept, to escape the holocaust upon my state of mind that had just occurred. 

Since then, I still cannot face what has happened. 

I find myself living in squalor, barely existing. 

I've found that old dragon, depression, rearing its ugly head once more. 

Even Suicide, that relentless old bastard, has made a few appearances again. 

I cannot deal with what has occurred. 

This, coupled with my current Police Investigation into Sexual Harrasment from a separate individual has left me bereft of confidence, of happiness and of love. 

Questions reign supreme.

Did I deserve what happened?

Was what he did justified?

What does this make me? 

In fact- Who am I? 

I have no answers to offer, to help; only confusion and emotion rack my brain. 

The one emotion I need to appear, however, stoically refuses to give me the relief I crave. 

I can't wait to cry.



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All characters in this story are entirely fictional and a product of my imagination. 

Warning: This is my first attempt at writing erotica so please bear with me. It's quite a bit long and the sex doesn't happen until later on in the story so if you're looking for a quick read, this is so not for you. If you like it, drop me a comment! Also, huge thanks to my editor Lucifer013 for all the help!

-VW  

*****

There it was, finally finished. My arms full with the last few boxes from the car and with a dramatic thud they dropped down onto the living room floor. After two consecutive, not to mention long days of lugging around heavy ass boxes and rearranging furniture, I was beyond tired of moving. Looking around at the small space I now called home got me thinking about how I had gotten here.

After graduating high school, I'd started working as an assistant for a famous photographer as a way to pay my way through college. But in all actuality, I ended up finding my true passion and falling in love with photography. Ironically at the beginning of my career, one of the draws of working in freelance had been being able to pick up and leave whenever and wherever my next assignment needed me to. But my feelings had changed recently. Maybe I was maturing or perhaps I was just ready to finally settle down. My mama and Tía Carmen would be so proud and relieved to hear so considering the fact that they both constantly worried that I would never settle down and have a family of my own. 

Hopefully this move to the small town of Sleepy Hills, would be beneficial for both my career and present state of mind though it would take some time to get used to.

I was accustomed to the gritty and unforgiving streets of New York City. The saying 'If you can make it here, you can make it anywhere' was so true. I was born in The Boogie Down Bronx but had lived most of my life in Flushing, Queens in a small two bedroom apartment with my mama after she divorced my father.

Picking up my iPhone, I dialed my best friend; Mason who'd made me promise to call him the moment I finished moving. He answered on the first ring and it felt so damn good to hear his deep New York accent, "About time ya called, I was about to send out a search party."

Laughing at his joke, I reached into the fridge for a Corona and popped the top off. "I would've called sooner but I just now got everything moved in. The cable people are coming by tomorrow to hook up my cable and internet."

"So what's the verdict on the place? Do you like it?" he asked. 

I shrugged and flopped down on my brand new sofa, fatigue finally beginning to set in. "It's a little different compared to what I'm used to but the people seem friendly enough. How's Tori doing?"

"The doctor put her on bed rest for the rest of the pregnancy so she's just been takin' it east." He paused and I heard her voice in the background say something to him. "She told me to tell ya hi, and to take care of yaself."

"Tell her that I said hi back and that I miss you guys," I told him taking a sip of my beer. "I've only been here a couple days and I'm already homesick. Tell me again that I made the right decision."

"You made the right decision, just give it time. You are comin' back here in time for the baby's birth, right?" Mason questioned. "Tori's terrified that I'm gonna end up passin' out so she wants you in the delivery room with us just in case."

"I'll be there," I promised him. "I wouldn't miss my Godson's birth for the world."

"Good. Has anything or anyone interestin' caught ya eye yet?"

"I haven't even been rested long enough to look," I admitted with a yawn. "I still haven't been sleeping through the night. And when I do finally fall asleep, the nightmares won't stop coming."

His voice was gentle, "That's because you stopped takin' ya meds, and the doc said that would happen if you stopped takin 'em. Why do you have to be so damn hardheaded?" 

I rolled my eyes even though I knew he was telling the truth. "I told you, they make me feel like a fucking zombie. I'll choose insomnia over that bullshit any night."

"Just be careful and take care of yaself," he softened his voice. "I know how stubborn ya are so don't be afraid to call us if you need anything. Ya not in this alone."

"Don't worry. I'll call you with an update in a few days; let ya know how everything's going."

"Alright, I'll talk to ya soon. Take care."

**

The next morning after another long and sleepless night, I threw on my running gear and went for a run in the park that was near my apartment complex. I hated running with a passion but through the years, I've learned that it's a great way to help me stay in shape both mentally and physically. I kept telling myself that I was finally over Taya but some things were much easier said than done, especially when it came to matters of the heart. 

Shortly before moving here, I'd officially broken up with her again after she'd cheated (yet again). Catching her banging her next door neighbor had been the final straw for me and I'd finally called it quits with her manipulative, cheating ass. She had still been trying to get in touch with me but all of her calls had been forwarded to voicemail and her texts went unanswered. I had nothing else to say to her and what I did have to say to her would've made My Abuela(Grandma)wash my mouth out with soap.

I had momentarily stopped running to switch to my old school rap playlist on my iPod when I first saw her enter the park through the front gates. It was an eerie feeling, but deep down, something in my bones told me that this woman would be the one to change my life forever. I picked up a discarded newspaper from a picnic table nearby and pretended to read it. But in truth, I was observing her. She was laughing and pushing a stroller as two small children, a boy and girl walked right beside her. The taller one, a boy was attempting to walk their unruly Labrador who was having none of it and kept pulling away defiantly.

Man, was she beautiful. Long black hair cascaded down her back, and her slightly rounded hips swayed gently as she walked along side both children. I was so caught up in watching her that I walked directly into this elderly black man who was walking in the opposite direction of me and talking on his cell phone. I attempted to apologize but he shot me a dirty look and muttered something about 'stupid tourists' to the person at the other end of his phone call.

Smooth, Natalie. Real smooth. Way to not draw attention to yourself. . .

I casually scanned my paper again and watched as she stopped at a bench to tie the little boys' shoes. The dog, I'm guessing, sensed this as the perfect time to make his daring escape and broke away from them. He darted right past me as the boy and girl helplessly called after him to come back.

So me being the Good Samaritan that I am, and also hoping to make a good impression, I took off in that direction and chased after him. He was laying underneath an oak tree a few feet away from a hot dog stand when I finally located him. I took my ear buds out and approached him slowly and quietly, not wanting to spook him into running off again. "Hey buddy, is it okay if I pat you?"

He cocked his head at me before lying down on his back so that I could rub his belly. I chuckled and rubbed his belly as he kicked his feet enthusiastically and licked my arm. "It's nice to meet you too."

I turned at the sound of footsteps quickly approaching as the boy and girl raced over to us. "You found him! You're pretty fast for a girl," the little boy said to me.

That statement made me genuinely smile for the first time in a long time. "Well thank you. What's your dog's name?"

The smaller child, a girl answered. "His name is Beast."

"That's a very cool name. I'm Natalie by the way." I held out my hand for her to shake.

She shook it and said, "I'm Sophie and this is-" she paused when the boy elbowed her quickly in the side.

He shot her a look before looking back at me, "Mom says that we're not supposed to tell stuff like that to strangers."

I smiled again. Very smart kid. "That's very good advice. Your mom sounds like a very smart woman."

As if on cue, the young woman who was pushing the stroller with the other small child in it hurried over to us clearly exasperated. While she appeared beautiful from a distance, she was far more stunning up close and I felt my heart do a mini somersault when she apologetically glanced over at me. And while it was pretty common knowledge that telling a woman that she had beautiful eyes was one of the oldest tricks in the book, this woman standing before me had a pair of the most beautiful eyes that I'd ever been fortunate to lay eyes on. While they first appeared blue, upon closer inspection, they were slightly tinted with grey and were truly in a league of their own. I licked my lips nervously and quickly looked away hoping that she didn't notice me ogling her. . 

She bent down to the kids' level and admonished them, "Guys, I told you not to run off like that. There's way too many people here today to be running off on your own."

"But mom, we had to find Beast," the boy argued. "What if he got lost? How would he find his way home?"

"You say that like it would be a bad thing," his mom muttered under her breath.

The little girl pointed to a small group of children by the jungle gym. "Mom, that's my friend Jada from school. Can we go play on the jungle gym with her?"

"Only if you stay where I can see you." She put the dog's collar back on him and reattached him to his leash. "But leave Beast here with me." From the abrupt drop of his head, poor thing knew he was in deep trouble. She watched the two of them run off to join the other kids before turning to me, "Thanks for chasing after him. I don't know what possessed me to bring those two kids, the baby and Beast, all to the park by myself," she admitted with a shake of her head. "This big guy here is a handful all on his own."

I smiled. "It was probably this beautiful weather. Judging from everyone here, I think we all kinda had the same idea." 

"You know, I might have to agree there with you. It seems like we aren't the only ones who decided to take advantage of this beautiful day," she cocked her head to the side. "Are you new here? I've never seen you around before and we come to this park all the time."

"I actually just moved into town a few days ago," I confirmed. "I live about a block away from here over on Magnolia Street."

"Nice to meet you then, I'm Vanessa," she held out her hand for me to shake.

I shook her hand silently marveling at the softness of it and introduced myself right back, "Natalie. Pleasure to meet you."

"The two little monsters that were just here are Cameron and Sophie," she pointed to the other baby in the stroller. "And this little one here is Joanna."

"They're adorable," I told her sincerely. "How old are they?"

"Cam is the oldest of the pack, he just turned six. Sophie is four and JoJo just had her first birthday this past September. Do you have any?"

"Oh no," I answered quickly, possibly too quickly because she looked at me with an odd expression. "With the kind of work that I'm in, it kinda makes it hard to raise children at the moment," I explained in a rush.

"So you're a career woman?" she remarked. "What do you do if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm a freelance photographer." 

Those beautiful eyes of hers lit up once more, "Wow, that's pretty cool. What do you shoot mostly?"

"I do a lot of still life, street photography, portraits, and a little fashion here and there. Pretty much whatever my clients are willing to pay for."

"What a coincidence, my husband and I were thinking about having some family pictures taken. You wouldn't happen to have a business card with you, would you?"

"Today must be my lucky day then," I pulled out one of my business cards that I kept in my wallet and handed it to her. Her soft fingertips lightly grazed my own as I handed it over and I immediately felt this light fluttery feeling deep down in my lower stomach. I smiled nervously, hoping that she wouldn't notice how my voice had gotten deeper. I licked my lips nervously again, "I could bring my portfolio by your house one day and you could go through it and see if there's anything you like?" came my subtle suggestion. 

"Uh sure . . .yes," she cleared her voice before tucking it in her back pocket. "That sounds good to me, I'll go home tonight and talk to my husband and we'll set up a meeting sometime this week."

I hoped my smile didn't look as goofy to her as it felt to me. "Great, I can't wait." 

"I hope I'm not being too nosey when I ask this but what made you decide to move here?" she asked. 

My answer was completely honest. "I just really wanted, or rather needed a fresh start. And it seemed like the perfect place."

"It's a pretty nice town, very quiet. I was born and raised here," Vanessa added.

"Yeah it's a definite change compared to where I grew up."

"Let me take a wild guess, New York?"

I chuckled. "How'd you know? Oh. It's the accent, right? Gives me away every time."

She also laughed, "Yeah it's a sure giveaway. What part are you from?"

"Queens. Have you ever been there?" 

She shook her head, "Can't say that I have. We've been to Manhattan several times for my husband's job but that's it. I've never really gotten the chance to actually take time out and explore the city."

"So your husband has business up there? What does he do?"

She opened her mouth to answer me but her kids came running over and interrupted us. The little boy impatiently tugged on her arm, "Momma, can you come push us on the swing?"

"Sure, I'll be right over as soon as I'm done talking to our new friend."

"It's okay," I glanced down at my watch and stood up. "I should get back to my run and let you guys get back to what you were doing. It was very nice meeting you all."

"You too," she told me rising to her feet. "I hope you end up liking it here."

"Something tells me that I'm gonna love it here."

**

A few days later while I was out at the grocery store, I received a call from a number that I didn't recognize. It was Vanessa who asked me to come by that next day with my portfolio. Her husband had agreed to meet with me and look at some of my work. We settled on a time and she gave me her address along with directions to get there.

After a solid hour and a half of agonizing over what and what not to wear, I finally gathered up my things and headed over to their house.

The drive in all actuality was short but it seemed like it took an eternity for me to get there. I pulled up in front of a large, two-story, brick ranch style home and parked behind the black Cadillac Escalade and grey Mercedes Benz that were already parked out front. Yeah, these people definitely had money and then some. I glanced down at my outfit which consisted of dark skinny jeans, black heels, and a black jacket with a matching white V-neck t-shirt underneath it. Hopefully I didn't come across as too relaxed or casual for our meeting. Meeting with a potential client was essentially a job interview, I had to make the right impression. I finger combed my naturally curly mane and reapplied my lip gloss. With one final check of my appearance, I grabbed my portfolio and climbed out.

On the drive over, I tried to repeatedly convince myself that it was the prospect of actually landing my first gig in a new town that had gotten me so nervous, and not the prospect of seeing this woman again. But that was an epic fail. 

Fuck, it'd been so long since a woman had last gotten me this nervous and flustered. I really needed to get laid and soon I thought as I rang the doorbell. 

Vanessa answered the door while Beast and another identical Labrador waited anxiously behind her. The blue jeans and red NY Giants t-shirt that she wore were so simple, but looked downright sexy on her curvy frame. She graced me with another one of her beautiful smiles as she stood back to allow me room to walk in. "Please come in, welcome to our home."

I walked inside the foyer and took a quick look around at the interior of the house, "Wow, your house is just as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside."

"You really think so?" she asked closing the door behind us. "I actually did all the decorating myself. Can I get you anything to drink? Water, tea, glass of wine?"

"A glass of wine would be perfect," I bent down to pet Beast and the other dog. "What's your other dog's name?"

"Her name is Beauty. We rescued them both from a puppy mill when Cam was just a baby," she explained.

"And here I was thinking that I was the only one who named my pets after Disney characters. My mom bought me a pet mouse for my tenth birthday and I named him Mickey."

Vanessa giggled, "Seriously?"

"Very," I confirmed. "I tried to talk her into buying me another one for Christmas so that I could name her Minnie and then they could raise a little mouse family but she decided that one was more than enough."

"Do you know what made your mom get you a pet mouse? Most kids at that age want dogs, and cats or goldfish."

"I was very heavily in love with Disney as a kid. Back then, I had a very overactive imagination."

She smiled, "If Sophie comes home while you're still here, be sure to mention that to her. She's a huge Disney Princess fan. We've watched Frozen so much that I can damn near recite every scene word for word."

"Frozen is a classic, I'll have you know. Where is your brood by the way?" I asked following her into the kitchen.

"Cam woke up with a fever this morning so I kept him and JoJo home with me. And Sophie should be getting out of preschool in a little bit." She pulled out a bottle of red wine from the wine rack. "Is this okay? It's all I have at the moment."

"Whatever you have is fine," I tried not to stare at her ass as she reached up into the cabinet to get out the wine glasses but it was a lost cause. Seeing those tight jeans stretch across her ass made me want to bend her over the kitchen counter and fuck her until we both collapsed sweaty and exhausted on the kitchen floor. I quickly took a seat at the kitchen table and opened up my portfolio once she brought me my glass and sat down beside me. 

Ugh, why did she have to smell so good? Or look so tempting? 

Shit, I mentally reminded myself that she might end up actually hiring me to take her pictures and that I needed to keep things professional. Which meant keeping my hands and eyes to myself. She was also very married and getting involved with a married woman was a big no-no for me. I cleared my throat, "Should I go ahead and start or wait for your husband to join us?"

"Jay actually got called into work for a work emergency so it'll just be us girls for now," she explained. "I already have a general idea of how I want it to be."

"Okay go right ahead and lay it on me." If she only knew how serious I was about her laying it on me. . .

She continued, "I was thinking something along the lines of a family portrait. Jay and I by ourselves, the kids together and some of them by themselves. I was also thinking that we could all wear matching white shirts and blue jeans or something along those lines."

I opened up my portfolio and flipped to a page, "Kinda like this?" I asked and pointed to one of the recent shoots I'd done for another family. 

She unfortunately scooted over closer to view the pictures and I caught a tiny whiff of her hair. With her head bent down looking at my portfolio, I briefly closed my eyes and for the briefest moment, inhaled the scent of her hair. She was so close that I could reach out and run my fingers through it if I wanted to. As bad as I tried to not let my mind go there, I briefly wondered if she was one of those women who preferred to have it pulled during sex. . .




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"That's exactly what I want," she confirmed and returned to her original sitting position. She flipped through a few other pages and commented, "You're very talented from what I see."

"Uh, thank you," I told her and pulled out my pen and notebook and jotted down a few notes. "And did you wanna shoot it here at the house or we could do something outdoorsy if you want to."

"Here is fine. It doesn't need to be overly fancy or anything, I wanna keep it very basic and natural." We continued the conversation for another hour and a half to finalize the remaining details until Cameron wandered in, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Hey champ, you feeling better?" Vanessa asked as he climbed onto her lap.

He nodded and rested his little dark-haired head against her chest. "I'm hungry, momma."

His mom wrapped her arms around him and cuddled him close, "How about some chicken n' noodle soup?"

"Can I have Jell-O with it?"

She kissed the top of his head affectionately. "Sure buddy, you can have all the Jell-O you want."

I took that as my cue to leave. "Well I'm gonna get going and let you guys eat lunch," I reached for my portfolio. "I'm pretty sure that I have everything that I need, but if I have any more questions, I'll just call or shoot you a text before Saturday since I have your number now."

"You're not staying for lunch?" she asked. "Cam and I sure would love the company. Isn't that right buddy?"

"That's sweet of you to offer but I wouldn't want to impose."

Vanessa shook her head, "You're not imposing. We'd love to have you and my homemade chicken noodle soup is pretty damn good if I do say so myself."

I laughed. "You are making it increasingly hard for me to say no. I absolutely love chicken noodle soup."

She slapped the table. "It's settled then, you're staying."

"Okay Ms. Bossy Pants. Can I at least help you fix it?"

She shot me an incredulous look. "No way, you're a guest. You two go find something to do and I'll call you when it's ready. Go play videogames or something."

"We could play on the Wii," Cameron suggested and lifted up his head to look at me. "Do you know how to bowl?"

"Of course. I used to have my own bowling ball I'll have you know."

He shook his head, "Not real bowling, silly. It's on the Wii."

"I'm sure I can handle it," I assured him. "How hard can it be?"

Nearly an hour later, I sat barefoot at Vanessa's kitchen table trying to talk her six year old into giving me a rematch. I'd ended up getting my inexperienced ass thoroughly kicked in Wii bowling. "I think something was wrong with my controller," I argued in between spoonful of delicious homemade chicken noodle soup and buttery grilled cheese sandwiches.

Cameron giggled, "That's what momma always says when I beat her." He finished drinking the rest of his soup and sat his bowl down on the kitchen table. "Can I go watch TV now? I'm feeling a lot better."

She nodded, "Sure baby, just don't turn it up too loud to wake your sister up."

"This isn't over," I warned him. "I still want my rematch," I told him as he raced into the living room laughing at me.

"Are you sure that you don't have any kids or nieces and nephews?" Vanessa asked once we were alone. "My kids really like you."

"It just comes naturally I guess," I told her with a shrug. "I'm such a big kid at heart."

"Have you ever been married?" she questioned.

"Nope. I have yet to meet a woman, who makes me even want to seriously consider the whole marriage and kids thing." I watched shock followed by surprise dance in her eyes and I had to laugh out loud. "I guess that I should've mentioned it sooner but I'm a lesbian. Does that bother you?"

She blinked rapidly. "No ummm. . .not at all. I have a great aunt who is a lesbian too. You just don't look like one; you're so beautiful and feminine," She quickly clamped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God, I did not just say that. I am so sorry. That came out completely wrong."

I drew my eyebrows together. "So you don't think I'm beautiful and feminine?" I teased her.

"No, no. . .I . . .I- mean yes you are," she blushed suddenly and stammered over her next few words. "Y-yes I-I think you're very beautiful and feminine for a, um, l-lesbian."

"I'm not entirely sure if I believe you or not." I crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes. "We don't all have haircuts like Justin Bieber and wear men's clothing, ya know?"

"I know. . . .I just meant that. . . ." she paused completely flabbergasted. "This is coming out all wrong. I should just close my big mouth and shut up. I am so sorry, I really didn't mean to offend you."

I continued on as if I didn't hear her, "Though there is this website called lesbians who look like Justin Bieber." I again laughed out loud at her expression and patted her wrist. "Relax, I'm just teasing you. People tell me all the time that I look too pretty to be a lesbian, I'm not sure if it's meant to be an insult or a compliment."

"Again I apologize. I'm normally not that narrow minded."

"Don't sweat it, it takes a lot more than that to offend me," I told her honestly. "And the fact that you think I'm beautiful completely makes up for it." 

She breathed a sigh of relief, "How does your family feel about it?"

I shrugged, "I came out my junior year of high school and my mom just figured that it was a phase that I'd eventually grow out of. But once she realized that it wasn't, that this was who I was, she was fine and accepted it."

"What about the rest of your family? Did they also feel the same way?"

"Well for one, I'm an only child. And my parents got divorced when I was really young so I never really had the chance to come out to my dad," I explained.

"You and him don't have a relationship?" she asked.

I shook my head. "We've just never been a part of one another's lives and I've come to accept the fact that we probably never will be," I changed the subject. "You must've been pretty young when you had Cameron."

Vanessa smiled at the memory, "It was my freshmen year of college. Jay and I had just gotten together shortly before I found out so it was completely surprising. We got married a couple months after we had him."

"You mentioned that he had a work emergency earlier, what does your husband do exactly?"

"He's the CFO of a software company," she admitted.

"Anyone I might've heard of?" I asked.

"Probably not." She stood up and took our bowls to the sink to wash them and I let the conversation go. I clasped my hands in my lap because it took everything in me to resist reaching out to touch her. I wanted so badly to walk up behind her, wrap my arms around her waist, and press my body against hers. Her curves alone were driving me mad. 

Would her hair feel as soft as it looked?

Ever since I'd first laid eyes on Vanessa that day in the park, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. I was so happy and truth be told, slightly intimidated when she finally did call to arrange our meeting. I couldn't explain it for the life of me but I wanted her more than I could ever recall wanting anyone. I rationalized that it was because she was the forbidden fruit. The fact that I could never realistically have her, made me want her that much more.

And that wasn't a good sign at all. I needed to get my libido under control before I made an ass out of myself and embarrassed us both.

"So what made you get into photography?" she asked interrupting my train of thought.

"I needed a way to pay for college and it was a match made in heaven. I love it, it's taken me to some great places and I've met some amazing people along the way."

"Where all have you traveled?"

"New Zealand, Japan, Montreal, I also lived in South America for a while."

She whistled. "Wow, you really do get around. Did you learn to speak their languages also?

"I picked up a little Portuguese from my time in São Paulo but that's about it." I walked over to the counter and grabbed a dry dish towel. If she wouldn't let me help her cook, the least I could do was help with the dishes.

She took that as a challenge, "Tell me something in Portuguese."

"Anything?" I asked.

"Anything," she repeated.

"Obrigado pela bela refeição." (Thanks for the lovely meal)

She turned to me with a slight smirk on her face, "Você é muito bem-vinda." (You are very welcome)

My eyes widened, "No way! You speak Portuguese?"

"Not exactly, my Great-Grandfather was born in Portugal and he tried like hell to teach me the language but I only know a few basic words like you," Vanessa explained.

"Damn, first your kid hustled me and now you. Is this something that you all do with the new girl in town?" I joked.

She laughed, "Nope just with you." She went to walk away from the sink but tripped on the rug in front of the sink and lost her footing. 

My hands reached out instinctively to catch her and I cradled her soft body against mine. Time momentarily stood still as I stared down into those bewitching eyes of hers. I waited for her to pull away, knowing good and well that I could've broken the contact myself but selfishly I continued to hold onto her. 

I wasn't sure if it was due to the wine that we'd both consumed or if it was due to the woman currently in my arms, but my heart hammered wildly in my chest and I was almost certain that she could hear it too. My eyes flickered briefly to her breasts as they slightly rose and fell with each breath she took. It may have been my wishful thinking on my part but it looked as if both her nipples were pressed against the soft material of her t-shirt. My panties got moist at the very thought of just touching them. I cleared my voice before quickly looking away ashamed at my perverted thought, "I should probably let you go now."

"Yeah you probably should," she told me but neither one of us made a move to separate from the other.

"You know, it's not every day that I get a beautiful woman to fall into my arms this easy," I joked hoping to lighten the mood because at that very moment, the sexual tension could've been cut with a knife.

Her response was barely above a whisper as her eyes nervously flickered to mine. "I feel very lucky then." 

I licked my lips, wanting so desperately to kiss her. And based on how she was looking at me, I had a feeling that she wanted me to kiss her too. I looked away from her eyes down to the curve of her upper lip. How amazing would it feel to have those beautiful, sensual lips on mine?

Did I dare to find out? 

I stroked her cheek with the pad of my thumb and moved by face closer to hers. "You shouldn't look at people like that you know," I warned her quietly. 

She swallowed, "Like what?"

We were soon interrupted by what sounded like the front door open and close, followed by the unmistakable sound of their dogs barking. A very deep and masculine voice called out, "Vanessa? Honey we're home."

And just like that, our moment was over. Like a spell, it was abruptly broken. 

"We're in the kitchen," she called out before quickly breaking all contact with me. She turned away in the blink of an eye and finished rinsing the remaining dishes without looking back at me.

I turned to look at the doorway just as a rather good looking, man whom I presumed to be her husband walked into the kitchen. I waved at him feeling awkward as all hell, "You must be Vanessa's husband."

Vanessa dried her hands on a dish towel and walked over to greet him with a kiss on the check. "Welcome home honey, this is Natalie Martin. She's the photographer that I was telling you about."

Recognition flashed in his dark, green eyes, "Oh yeah. We were supposed to meet today, right?" He held out his hand for me to shake. "Jason Westbrook, pleasure to meet you."

"Same to you, you have a very beautiful home."

"Thank you. Did you all get everything finalized about the pictures?"

"We did, we were thinking that Saturday would be a good day to take them."

He nodded. "Saturday? I think that I have a meeting that morning but I should be finished by noon."

"Did Sophie tell you about her school project?" Vanessa asked her husband, doing her best not to look at me.

"Yeah she told me all about it when I picked her up from school. She's in the living room watching TV with Cam." He wrapped his arm around his wife's waist. A waist that up until a few minutes ago, I'd just been holding on to. . . "So Ms. Martin, will you be staying for dinner?"

"Please call me Natalie, but no I actually have to get going. I've already stayed long enough."

"Are you sure?" he continued. "Vanessa mentioned to me that you had just moved here so I seriously doubt that you know very many people in town."

"I would but I actually already made dinner plans with my neighbor that lives across the hall. Another time maybe?" I gathered up my portfolio, notepad and discarded heels. "It was nice meeting you, Mr. Westbrook. You and your wife have a very beautiful family and I look forward to working with you."

"I can walk you out," Vanessa offered still not quite making eye contact with me. 

I shook my head immediately, "Thanks but I can see myself out. I'll see you all Saturday."

And like a bat straight out of hell, I got the hell out of there. It was divine intervention that I didn't get pulled over considering how fast I drove back to my apartment. My heart was steadily racing and my hands continued to tremble. What was it about this woman that left me so off balance? Maybe it was how she'd looked at me when I'd caught her from falling or maybe it was the fact that her body had felt so right and natural against my own. 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Not once in my twenty six years on this planet, had I ever considered sleeping with a married woman. I respected and admired the holy sanctity of marriage between two people. My parents own failed and miserable marriage taught me that. Vanessa was completely off limits to me. She had just employed me to do a job and that was it. I told myself that a friendship with her would have to suffice me because I could never have anything more. She was off limits.

I grabbed my phone and sent Mason a quick text: "Got the job. We shoot Saturday."

**

Saturday came too soon for my liking and before I knew it and I found myself right back at the Westbrook's home. I was adjusting my lighting and making sure that my camera and back up camera were geared up and ready to go. Thankfully, Vanessa and I had had very little to virtually no interaction since I'd arrived. 

She was content to act like the other day hadn't happened and for that I was so relieved but slightly disappointed. She'd just told me to make myself at home and let her know if I needed anything while she and Jay had disappeared upstairs a while ago to get the kids dressed and ready. Little Sophie was the first to emerge, "Mom says that you're taking pictures of us today," she told me.

"I am," I admitted with a smile. "Are you excited?"

The little girl nodded quickly and fidgeted with the hem of her white shirt, "I love taking pictures. Can I help you?"

"You can't help me when I take pictures of you and your brother and sister," I explained to her. "But you can be my official assistant when I take them of your mommy and daddy. You can hand me my cameras and stuff."

She looked hesitant to accept my offer. "But what if I mess up or drop one and it breaks?"

I kneeled down to her level and looked her in the eye. "If that happens, it's okay. Just know that I have plenty of faith in you. And between you and me, if you do really well, I'll talk your mommy and daddy into taking everyone out for ice cream."

"Really?" The little girls blue eyes brightened, "You have yourself a deal," she extended her hand out for me to shake which I shook enthusiastically.

The others finally came down and I arranged everyone to where I wanted them. We began with a series of test shots before getting down to the business at hand. The first setting was all of them standing near the bottom of the staircase, while the next was all of them seated on the couch in front of the fireplace. I started with the group pictures first before moving to the individual ones. They honestly looked like the picture perfect, All-American family in their matching white shirts and crisp, khaki pants. 

They were all so happy and smiling. Especially, Jay and Vanessa who couldn't keep their eyes off one another. He leaned in to kiss her during several shots and I put on the fakest and phoniest smile that I could muster. I hated to admit it but I was having a slight attack of the 'ugly, green eyed monster' which was more commonly known as jealousy. And for the life of me, I couldn't explain it! It wasn't as if we had slept together or even shared a kiss. But the more that I watched them together, the more anxious I became to wrap up this shit and get my ass back home away from them.

Sophie, bless her little heart was being the best assistant that I could ever ask for. She handed me my cameras and switched them out whenever I instructed her to and was so careful to not drop them. If I ever did decide one day to have children or adopt, I sincerely hoped that they would be as kind hearted and well behaved as she was.

I called for a break in the middle of our shoot to switch out my lenses when Vanessa's husband stepped away to take a phone call. He returned a few minutes later but said that he had to leave to take care of another work related emergency. He apologized profusely, "I am so sorry. Can we finish this up on another day? We'll pay you double for your time."

"No need. I'm sure that we'll have more than enough to use," I assured him. 

A look of genuine concern crossed Vanessa's face as she touched his shoulder. "Is everything alright at work? You look worried."

"Yeah everything's fine. I should be back in time before the guests arrive but if I'm running late, I'll call," he told her kissing her on the cheek. I tried not to read too much into his sudden departure but that marked two separate occasions in which he'd gotten called into work for an emergency. 

"I guess that we're all done here kiddos. You guys wanna go upstairs and change? Nana should be here to pick you up in a little bit," His wife announced as she ushered her brood upstairs.

Cam waved at me before leaving and Sophie ran over to give me a hug, "Thanks for letting me help you. See you later, Natalie."

I hugged her right back, tears pricking in the back of my eyes. "You did awesome today, have fun at your Grandmas."

A while later after the kids had left, I was still packing up my equipment and getting ready to load them into the trunk of my car when Vanessa came back downstairs, dashing any hope that I had of not being left alone with her. I tried to ignore her presence and instead focus on loading my equipment into my duffel bag. "I'll bring by the proofs in a few days and let you pick out which ones you want. I took a lot today so there should be plenty to choose from."

"That's fine," she told me walking over to look out the window.

I glanced over at her. "You okay? You seem distracted."

"Yeah I'm just concerned about Jay. He's been so stressed lately about work."

"Is that unusual?" I asked.

"I can't really put it into words but he's just been so on edge whenever his phone rings," Vanessa paused. "How was your date the other night? The one with your neighbor?"

I was somewhat taken aback at the abrupt change of subject. I shrugged, "It was nice I guess. We ate Chinese takeout and watched reruns of the Golden Girls."

"Oh," she turned to face me, her eyes not quite meeting mine. "Do you like her? Is she the type of woman that you usually go for?"

"Not really. She's seventy six years old and don't get me wrong, I've dated older women before but not that old," I smiled. "And more importantly, she's still very much in love with her husband to ever be interested in the likes of me."




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"Oh," she shook her head. "I am so embarrassed, it's not like it's any of my business anyways."

"Don't worry 'bout it," I chuckled and turned away to finish putting my stuff away. 

"Before you leave, I think there's something that we need to talk about," she wrung her hands nervously before finally resting them at her side. "Something that I think we've both been, um, avoiding talking about."

"What's up?" I asked, playing dumb. 

She still couldn't quite look me in the eye. "The other day in the kitchen, I think you got the wrong signal from me. And I just, um, wanted to clear the air so that there won't be any awkwardness between us. "

"It's completely my fault. I thought that I saw something that obviously was not there. And I take full responsibility, it will never happen again," I told her taking full blame. 

She shook her head. "It's okay. I mean it's not like you're the only one who's at fault, I didn't exactly help the situation either."

"Well I deeply apologize for making you uncomfortable," I told her truthfully. "Please forgive me."

"You don't have to apologize, I wasn't uncomfortable or anything," she paused and backtracked. "I-I mean I was slightly uncomfortable but I wasn't feeling threatened or anything by you. I knew that you wouldn't do anything that I didn't want you to do."

"It won't ever happen again," I reiterated. 

"I know it won't. I like men and I'm happily married to a man with kids," she rambled on with a nervous laugh. "And I mean you're easily the most beautiful woman that I've ever met and maybe if I actually did like women how you like women, then I would totally have wanted you to kiss me. But since that's not the case-"

I cut her off mid-sentence, "How about we just both agree to forget the whole thing? No harm, no foul."

She sighed with relief, "That would be great, I was so worried that things might be awkward between us. I mean not that there's an "us" or anything because there isn't. I mean there's a me and there's a you and we're friends but there isn't an us."

"Vanessa," I placed my hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently. "Please don't take this the wrong way but shut up."

She bit her lip, "Am I rambling?"

I nodded and giggled. "Yeah you were. Don't worry, you and I are good. We're straight, well you are anyways," I joked. 

"Sorry about that," she chuckled softly. "I only do this when I get flustered."

"We're good," I assured her and stepped back reaching for my bags. "It's already forgotten and it won't ever happen again."

"I'm not sure if you'd be interested or not but we're having a dinner party tonight if you'd like to come," she blurted out. "That is, unless you already have other plans."

I shook my head and tossed my duffel bag over my shoulder. "It just so happens that I'm completely free tonight."

"Then you should definitely come. It'd be a good chance for you to meet some of our neighbors and other friends. I think Jay also invited a few guys from work and their wives also."

"What time should I be here and what do I need to wear?"

She answered, "8pm and its semi casual."

"Do you need me to bring anything?" I asked

Vanessa shook her head, "Just yourself."

"Alright, I'll see you later."

**

There looked to be about a dozen or so cars parked in the driveway by the time I arrived back at their house. After nearly an hour of trying clothes on and taking them right back off, I'd settled on wearing the same dress that I'd worn to Mason's wedding a couple years ago. It was a satin, one shoulder, purple cocktail dress with a hem that stopped a few inches above my knee. I'd considered straightening my curly hair but settled on just leaving it as it was.

With my clutch in hand, I exited my car and made my way towards the front door not knowing what exactly to expect. Bougie dinner parties like these were a little out of my norm and I prayed that I wouldn't do anything to embarrass myself or anyone else. The living room was illuminated and I could already hear soft music coming from inside, along with the sounds of conversation and laughter.

Just as I'd stepped onto the porch and rose my hand to ring the doorbell, Vanessa opened the door looking like she'd just come off the runway. She wore a white, sleeveless bodice dress that accentuated her rounded hips and showcased her cleavage. Her hair was tied up in a sleek bun and she wore a pearl necklace with matching teardrop earrings in each ear. While a part of my brain registered that she was talking to me, I couldn't for the life of me pay attention to what she was saying because I was too focused on staring at her. 

Holy fuck. It should be illegal for any woman, especially a straight married woman to look this good on any given night. It just wasn't fair to the rest of us queer women. She said my name softly, bringing me back to reality. 

I shook my head, "I'm sorry. Did you say something?"

"I was asking you if you wanted to come in," she pointed to the door. "You're still standing outside."

"Oh," I smiled at her apologetically as I walked in. "Sorry, I was just admiring you. . . erm, I mean your dress. Your dress is beautiful."

Her face broke out into a grin, "Thank you. I'm very glad that you. . .like my dress. Can I get you anything to drink?"

I'd already forewarned myself to steer clear of any alcohol tonight. Alcohol + me being drunk and horny around this very attractive woman was a very, very bad not to mention dangerous combination. "Water would be fine," I told her. Preferably a water hose because I was still feeling the effects of seeing her in that dress.

"I'll be right back," she told me before disappearing into the kitchen.

I looked around the living room and took in my surroundings as she left me for a moment. Several small groups of people were standing around talking with glasses in their hands while others sat on the couch nibbling on hors d'oeuvres.

She returned a moment later with my glass of ice water and I greedily supped down the ice-cold liquid. "Let me introduce you to a few people," she said as she touched my back and guided me across the room. I closed my eyes and suppressed a moan at her touch. Her hand felt like velvet against my flesh and I longed to feel her hands all over the rest of my body and not just on my back. She introduced me to a few of her close friends, including one particular woman who'd been looking my way since I'd first walked through the door.

The tall, dark haired attractive woman smiled at me over the rim of her martini glass. "Natalie Martin, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

I frowned. "I'm sorry, have we met before?"

"No, but I know of your work. You did a spread for a friend of mine a couple years ago that landed her a high end modeling gig. I'm Cecilia Campos but you can call me C.C."

"C.C. is the daughter of Jay's boss," Vanessa clarified.

"I've also did a few commercials here and there but nothing big. I'm really trying to get into modeling, that's my true passion."

I dug out a business card from my clutch and handed it to her, "If you're serious, give me a call sometime and we can take some headshots and put you a portfolio together."

She batted her long eyelashes at me inconspicuously. "I'd really like that. Sit near me at the dinner table and we can talk more." 

Vanessa who was still standing beside me excused herself to go check on the food and Cecilia wasted no time in leaning closer to me, "So tell me, do you taste as good as you look?" she asked mischievously. 

My jaw went slack and thankfully Jay who was talking with several men saw me and walked over to rescue me. "Natalie, I'm so glad you made it. You look great by the way."

"Er. . .thanks." I looked down at what I was wearing. "I was worried that I might be too underdressed."

"Not at all, you look amazing."

An older man walked up behind Jay and put his hand on his shoulder, "Were you planning on introducing me to this exquisite beauty? Or were you just trying to keep her all to yourself?"

Vanessa's husband laughed and made introductions, "Victor, this is Natalie Martin. Natalie this is my boss Victor Campos."

He held out his hand for me to shake, "Nice to meet you Ms. Martin. I see that you've already met my daughter; Cecilia."

I squeezed his hand firmly, "Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Campos."

Jay added, "Natalie's an amazing photographer. We hired her to take some pictures of us and the kids."

"She's also going to help me put together a portfolio so I can land some modeling gigs," C.C. added.

"So not only are you beautiful, but talented also. That's a lethal combination," He took my hand and kissed it. "I must confess. If I were forty years younger, unmarried, and with a full head of hair; I'd give all these single, young men a run for their money."

"Let him tell it, all the girls back in the day wanted him," An older grey haired woman walked over to us and put her arm through Victor's. "Excuse my husband, he fancies himself as a real lady killer."

He chuckled, "They just couldn't seem to resist me."

"Of course sweetheart. Keep telling yourself that." His wife patted his hand and turned to me. "Marcie Campos. How are you liking our little town so far dear?" she asked.

"It's very refreshing and friendly. I needed a change of pace."

Vanessa interrupted us to announce that dinner was ready and we all filed into the dining room and sat down to eat. The meal which was delicious and had me carrying home a to-go plate consisted of chicken and spicy pork meatballs, steamed vegetables, tomato and basil soup, and herb roasted pork shoulder. For dessert she served raspberry cheesecake and strawberries dipped in milk chocolate. 

Once the meal was over, all of the women sat around room sipping wine, talking, and listening to one of Vanessa's old jazz albums while the men had retreated to Jay's self-proclaimed "man cave". Victor's wife was incorrigible as she told stories about their whirlwind unconventional romance. It was so obvious that they were crazy about one another.

She refilled my empty wine glass and handed it to me, "You'll have to come out on our boat one weekend, dear. In fact, if it's beautiful this weekend, we may have to take it out for a spin."

I smiled at her apologetically, "I would but I'll probably be working next weekend. Can I take a rain check?"

"Of course, it's an open invitation." 

C.C. who was busy texting on her phone stood up to be excused to the bathroom and a woman named Monica who I'd been introduced to spoke. "Jarred and I rarely get the chance to have sex anymore with his promotion and my new job. It's been three months and I'm getting desperate."

Marcie made a noise, "Girl you better go to the store and indulge in some sex toys. My rabbit does wonders for me."

One of their mutual friends choked on her wine. "Wait wait, you actually use sex toys?"

Victor's wife sipped her glass of red wine slowly, "Isn't it obvious? My husband also likes to use them on me."

Vanessa laughed and held up her hand, "TMI. I do not need that mental picture in my head."

Marcie playfully nudged her, "Please don't act like you and that sexy husband of yours don't use them. Jay looks like he has a really freaky side."

His wife struggled to contain her laugh, "We've never even talked about it. He'd probably be horrified with the idea."

"Yeah, Jarred would probably get offended too if I told him to use one on me. You know how men are when it comes to their manhood," Monica remarked.

Marcie turned to me exasperated, "Please tell me that your sex life is nowhere near as boring as the rest of these women."

I blushed slightly, "Personally I don't see anything wrong with using toys. My last girlfriend and I did it in the dressing room at Victoria's Secret and I used my bullet on her."

I added in the last bit to gauge their reaction. Some women weren't comfortable with having a lesbian in their inner circle. I waited for the briefest cringe or judgmental look but none came until Marcie clinked my glass against her. "My kinda girl. I knew I liked you for a reason."

"So you're into women?" Monica asked turning to me, "Are you completely lesbian or do you like men too?"

"Lesbian. I'm strictly chickly."

Another one of Vanessa's friends chimed in, "That's pretty cool. I experimented with my roommate once in college but that's it."

"Me too, but it was my Psych professor who was married," Another woman added. I saw Vanessa looking at me from the corner of my eye but she said nothing. 

Between all the water that I'd downed at dinner and the second glass of wine that I'd had during dessert, Mother Nature began calling and I excused myself to use the restroom. After handling my business and washing my hands, I was walking back to rejoin the rest of the ladies when the sound of hushed voices from a room caught my attention. I silently crept over and peeked inside through the crack in the door. 

Jay was in what looked to be his office arguing with C.C. She had her back turned to me but I could easily read the tension in her body. "This had better be important," she told him impatiently in a hushed voice.

"I wouldn't have had you meet me if it wasn't. Do you honestly think that I want my wife knowing about us?" he demanded quietly. "If she knew, she would pack up the kids and leave me without looking back."

"This has been on going on for over two years so how can she not know about us? Or maybe she really is that naive and wants to think that her husband is Mr. Perfect."

He pointed his finger in her face, "You leave my wife out of this, she doesn't have anything to do with it. Don't you dare disrespect my family in my home."

"Whatever," she said pushing his finger away from her face. "Will you just get to the point already? I told you that it wasn't safe for us to meet like this. Anyone could just walk in."

"I know but it couldn't wait," he looked around nervously before speaking. "Diego called and there's been a problem."

"What do you mean a problem?" she demanded irritably.

"Someone apparently broke into the warehouse last night and stole the shipment," Jay confessed.

"And you're just now telling me?"

"I didn't find out until a few minutes ago. They apparently doused the place in gasoline and torched it before they left."

"Who would be that stupid to steal from us?"

He shook his head. "Your guess is as good as mine but he seems to think that it was someone who knew where we were keeping it. They had to have been watching us the entire time."

"How am I going to explain this to The Boss? It's unacceptable."

"What do you want me to do?" he questioned. "He said that the investigator was already there and asking questions."

She paused, "I want you to call him up and have him spread the word that whoever stole from us made the biggest mistake of their miserable life. Someone has to know something."

"What about the investigator?"

C.C. shrugged nonchalantly, "He's on our payroll so don't worry. He'll do whatever we tell him to."

"But what are we gonna tell The Boss?"\i>

"Nothing," C.C. answered simply.

"Nothing?" Jay repeated. "He's out of 1.2 million in blow and you're not going to tell him anything? Are you crazy?" he asked incredulously.

"We won't tell him because he doesn't ever need to know. We can handle this by ourselves."

"But what if we don't get it back or find out who took it?"

She slowly turned to face him, "We don't have any other choice. After last time, we can't afford any more slip ups."

I backed away from the door and processed the information that I'd just heard. Vanessa's husband and Victor's daughter were apparently working for some kingpin drug dealer. And it wasn't as though they were dealing in something light, 1.2 million in cocaine was a lot of money. People got killed and would kill over that heavy shit!

I heard footsteps approach me and I turned around only to run directly into Vanessa whose hands reached out to steady me this time. "We've got to stop running into each other like this. Someone's bound to get hurt," she joked but her face fell as she noticed my serious expression. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," I lied putting on a happy face. "I was actually just looking for C.C. but I didn't find her. I was going to see if she needed a ride home before I left."

"Oh. You're leaving so soon?" she frowned. "I didn't get a chance to tell you how pretty you looked tonight. That color looks great on you."

I looked down at my dress self-consciously. "Thanks but I've had this for a while. You look amazing too."

"Are you sure you can't stay any longer? You can sleep in the guestroom if you had too much to drink or I can give you a lift home. The girls all really like you."

The door to Jay's office opened suddenly and he and C.C. both stepped out into the hallway and joined us. They both nervously looked from one another then back to Vanessa and I. Jay was the first to speak, "Is everything ok? C.C. and I had some work stuff to discuss."

"Everything's fine," I turned to look at C.C. "I was just looking for you actually."

She licked her lips slowly, "Oh yeah. What's up beautiful?"

"I was about to leave and I wanted to see if you needed a ride home before I left."

"Thanks, but I actually have somewhere to be after I leave here."

"No problem. I guess I'm heading out then," I turned to Jay and Vanessa. "Thank you both for a lovely evening. Everything was great and the food was wonderful."

I said my goodbyes to the rest of the remaining guests before making my departure. I heard someone call my name just as I'd opened my car door to get inside my Jeep Cherokee. I turned around to see C.C. walking behind me. "I wish you could stay longer. We really didn't get a chance to talk."

"I wish I could but I have a meeting with a lady tomorrow that wants me to take her maternity pictures. How about we have lunch sometime this week? You can show me around town."

Her smile was so slow and seductive, "I like that idea, how about Friday? Do you like Italian? I know this great authentic Italian place."

I nodded, "I haven't had much Italian food but I sure do love me some Italian women, does that answer your question?"

"Both of my questions actually," she told me with a kiss on the cheek. "I'll hit you up Friday."

**

Over the next few weeks, I didn't have very much time to think about Vanessa and for that that, I was so grateful. Work was always one area that could always take my mind off everything around me. I'd recently put an ad in the paper and several people in fact had called and hired me to be their photographer for their special events. I'd done a wedding last weekend for a male Pastor whose husband was in the military, an engagement shoot for a recently engaged couple, as well as several shoots for couples who had wanted to announce their pregnancies. 

I was currently working on a shoot for a set of seven year old Vietnamese fraternal twin boys who lived in the same apartment building as me. The older more rambunctious one; Tej wouldn't stop antagonizing his younger more quiet brother; Thomas who was content to just deal with it. Their mother who was of Vietnamese/Korean descent was at her wits end and kept yelling at them to behave and smile for the camera. I hid my smile and turned away just as Thomas decked his older brother in the eye with his fist.  

Their mother Stephannie who I'd casually passed several times in the building quickly hurried over and yelled at them both in her native tongue and sent them both upstairs to their rooms. "I'm so sorry, they're not this hyper usually."

I laughed, "Don't worry about it. They're actually kind of tame compared to some of the kids that I've had to work with. At least they didn't spit on or throw up on me. Bodily fluids are the worst."




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"Their father and I divorced about a year ago and they've been acting up ever since," she admitted and sat down on her couch.

I took a swig of water from my water bottle and joined her, "Divorce is always so much harder on the kids than the parents themselves."

She sighed, "Unfortunately my ex-husband doesn't see it that way and expects them to act like everything's okay."

"I don't really have much to go on since I haven't lived here very long but they seem like good kids. So they'll bounce back, kids are extremely resilient."

"Thank you for saying that. That really means a lot," she told me covering my hand with her own. 

I smiled at her politely and waited for her to remove her hand. When she made no move to, I cleared my throat. "So have you been dating much since your divorce?"

She shook her head, "I let my sister talk to me into trying one of those online dating sites and the only men I found on there were either married and looking for a side piece or they still lived at home with their mother so no. I'm actually thinking about trying something else. Something a little different."

"Different?" I probed. "In what way?" 

She brushed her fingers lightly over my knuckles, "Different as in a woman."

I blinked once. Then twice. This woman couldn't possibly be hitting on me, right? "It couldn't hurt," I suggested. "Sometimes trying something different can be a good thing."

She smiled, "I'm glad you think that way because I have something to ask you."

Ask me? I needed to diffuse this situation and quickly. I gently slipped my hand out from under hers, "Mrs. Parker, I'm not sure-,"

"Would you come with me?" she asked. 

I frowned, "Come with you? To where?"

"A gay club. You are a lesbian right? Or did I completely get this all wrong?"

I leaned back against the cushions and chuckled, "Yes I do like women but you want me to come with you to a gay club? That's what you wanted to ask me?"

She nodded. "I really don't want to go by myself and I figured that you would be able to show me the ropes since you're more familiar with it then I am."

"Sure, I'll be your wingman but I don't know where any gay clubs are around here."

She handed me a folded up piece of paper that she'd printed out, "Luckily I do, I found one online and I printed off the address. We can go tonight if you want!"

At that moment, my phone went off and I excused myself to grab it from the purse. My heart slightly jumped as Vanessa's name flashed across the screen. "Be right back," I told Stephannie walking away to take the call. I touched the screen to answer, "Hey you. How've you been?"

"Hey yourself. I'm good just coming back from picking the kids up from school. They requested homemade pizza tonight so we're headed to the grocery store to pick up a couple things."

I made a sound. "Homemade pizza sounds amazing. I haven't had one since I was in middle school."

"You're more than welcome to come over and join us if you want," she offered. 

"I would but I'm actually probably going to be working until late tonight."

"Is that why I haven't heard from you?" she asked. "I thought maybe my friends had permanently scared you off."

"Not at all, I had a great time at your house. I've just been really swamped with work that I haven't had any time to myself."

She replied, "I bet. I saw your ad in the paper. Very nice."

"It better be, it cost me an arm and leg to run it but it was worth it. My phones been ringing off the hook ever since, I'm actually at a shoot now."

She paused, "Oh am I interrupting? You can call me back later, it's fine."

"No, your timing was perfect actually. You just saved me from having to come up with an excuse to not go out with this lady that lives in my building."

It was Vanessa's turn to laugh, "I'm sure she's not that bad."

"Oh no, it's not like a romantic date or anything. She wants me to take her to a gay club that she discovered online."

"Why doesn't she just go by herself?" she asked.

"For starters, she's never been to one," I explained. "She just divorced her husband not that long ago and I guess she's curious to see what the other side is like."

I smiled again at the sound of her laugh, "Wow. I think you should go with her then," she informed me.

"What?" I croaked. "You can't be serious?"

"I really think you should go with her. I'll come too for moral support," she offered. 

My ears had to have been playing tricks on me. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"As a heart attack," she confirmed. "I haven't been out to a club since before my son's birth. It'll be like a girl's night out and it is her first time going so we can't let her go without reinforcements."

"Oh, it'll be ladies night out for sure," I murmured. "I'm just stuck on stupid that you actually wanna go to a gay club. Have you ever been to one before?"

"No, but I'm assuming that it's just like a straight club but with gay people."

I paused knowing that she had me there. "Yes but aren't you worried about getting hit on by a bunch of drunk and horny women that like other women?"

"Not at all," she told me confidently. 

My eyes bugged. "Why the hell not?"

"Because," she told me matter of factly. "I'll be with you. And I know that you won't let anything happen to me."

Once again, my heart betrayed me and fluttered momentarily. I tried using my only other weapon, "Won't Jay mind you going to a gay club?"

"Not at all," she responded. "He's pretty open minded like I am."

"So we're actually doing this?" I questioned once again.

"Absolutely," she told me. "Text me the address and I'll meet you all there. How does nine sound? Will you have enough time to get ready?"

"I guess I really don't have a choice in the matter so yeah that works for us, I'll let her know what the plan is as soon as I get off the phone."

"Cool, I'll see you tonight."

**

The club that Stephannie had found online was appropriately named "Wet" and turned out to actually be a decently sized hole in the wall bar with a small dance floor. After having our ID's checked at the door, we immediately went to the bar and ordered our drinks and then found one of the few empty tables and claimed it as our own. House music radiated off the walls and the sounds of people singing and talking filled the place. It wasn't packed by any means but the crowd was beginning to grow as more and more people continued to come inside. And while lesbians primarily outnumbered everyone else in the room, there also looked to be several gay men and straight couples as well.

Depending on your taste or what you were after, there were several various types of women loving other women to choose from. Myself, however had no desire to be with any other woman tonight other than the one who was currently on her way to meet us. Vanessa had texted me fifteen minutes ago telling me that she was about to leave her house and would be here soon.

Her text admittedly gave me butterflies and made my stomach hurt. I didn't know why but I was actually very nervous to see her. 

That was another lie. I knew exactly why I was nervous to see her. I hadn't seen her since that night at her house and the mere thought of being alone with her left my stomach in a tangled ball of knots. 

I gingerly sipped on my Jack and coke as I scanned the crowd of people looking for her.

Stephannie who sat beside me was dressed to the nines in a tight little black dress. "I'm sure she'll be here any moment now," she told me sipping on her tequila sunrise.

"She should've been here by now. Do you think I should wait for her at the door?" I asked and checked my phone to see if I had any missed calls or texts from her.

"No, but I do think you should relax," she told me and nudged her drink in my direction. "Have some. We're supposed to be having fun, remember?" 

My response was quick. "I am having fun. I'm just nervous, that's all." 

"If you say so. I thought you mentioned that this chick was married anyways."

"She is," I said defensively. "She's just never been to a gay club before and I'm nervous for her."

"Sounds to me like you're nervous for yourself," she commented." Anyway, thanks again for coming with me. This place is awesome."

"I'm glad you like it, thanks for inviting me. I really needed this night out."

She looked over my shoulder towards the door and pointed in that direction, "I think your friend's here."

I turned around and my breath caught in the back of my throat as Vanessa came into view. She eagerly scanned the large crowd looking for us until her gaze landed on our table. She smiled slowly and waved before walking over to join us, "Sorry I'm late, I had to drive around twice to find a parking spot."

I should have cared that I was openly staring at her but I didn't. She just looked that damn good in her tight black leggings and white loose fitting blouse that once again displayed her generous cleavage. I searched for the right words to tell her just how good she looked but nothing that I could come up with seemed sufficient so I said nothing.

Stephannie wobbled slightly as she stood up, "You're right on time, we were just about to get another round of drinks." She held out her hand to Vanessa, "I'm Stephannie, by the way."

Vanessa shook her hand, "Vanessa, it's nice to meet you."

"You too, what are you drinking?" the other woman asked and pulled out her credit card. "This rounds on me!"

She pointed to Stephannie's glass, "I'll have whatever you're having. Thanks."

"Okay, be right back."

Vanessa sat in the empty seat opposite me and looked towards the bar, "She seems like she's having a great time."

I nodded vigorously, "She's having a blast. I think she wants to come back again next weekend."

"Good for her then, are you having a good time?" she asked.

"Now I am," I paused. "Can I ask you a question?"

She nodded, "You can ask me anything."

"Please don't take this the wrong way but are you trying to get raped tonight? Because you cannot wear what you have on to a bar full of lesbians and not expect to get fucked."

She blushed and looked down at her outfit, "I just wanted to look nice. I told you it's been a while since I've been out."

"Don't get me wrong, you definitely look nice," I assured her. "I'm just surprised that your husband let you come out of the house looking that nice."

"He trusts me, and he knows that he has nothing to worry about," she admitted.

I looked around and saw that many of the women who had noticed Vanessa first walking in were still staring at her, "If any of these looks that you're getting are any indication, I'd say that he has plenty to worry about."

Her eyes took in my own appearance and I squirmed in my seat at her penetrating gaze. I'd chosen to be casual tonight and had put on a pair of black skinny jeans, and a white button up collared shirt complete with a black tie. "Maybe they're looking at you?" she suggested.

I shook my head, "Nah, they're definitely checking you out. Probably trying to figure out what the hell I did to end up with someone that looks as good as you."

She smiled and put her hand on mine, "If we were together, I'd be the lucky one. Trust me."

Stephannie returned and sat Vanessa's drink on the table, along with several shot glasses filled with some clear liquor. She passed out a full shot glass to each of us, "The bartender brought us all a round of shots."

"What's in it?" I asked eyeing the glass suspiciously and sniffed. "Tequila? Oh my God, we're all gonna be hung-over tomorrow."

"We'll be fine, it's just Jose Cuervo I believe."

"But I'm already drinking whiskey," I protested. 

"Pussy."

My eyes twinkled, "You are what you eat."

Vanessa held up her shot glass and made a toast, "To an unforgettable night with two of my new friends."

The three of us all clinked glasses and tossed the liquid back. My throat instantaneously felt like it was on fire and I quickly downed the rest of my drink and took a deep breath, "I hate you both for doing this to me."

Stephannie jumped up, "Let's go dance!" she suggested and shook her bony ass. "I didn't just come here to sit around and look cute." 

Vanessa who couldn't stop laughing turned to me, "I'm in if you are."

I shook my head quickly, "No, thank you but you all go right ahead."

She pouted and tugged on my arm, "C'mon it'll be fun. We're not going without you."

"I can't dance," I lied. "I have two left feet."

"She can stay here and watch our drinks," Stephannie told her and pulled her to the crowded dance floor. I watched in amusement as the two of them danced together and attempted to sing along to the lyrics of the song that the DJ was spinning. I honestly expected them to return to the table after the first song but they continued to stay on the dance floor after another and then another. 

Stephannie was clearly already beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol she had. And Vanessa looked like she would soon be joining her shortly, because woman after woman walked up to her and offered her drinks and she accepted every single one of them! A half hour had passed and those two were still dancing while I sat at the table by myself feeling like a buzzkill. She looked like she was having the time of her life and it made me happy to see her so carefree and joyful.

However, I did feel slightly envious that she was out there having so much fun with someone that she just met when she should've been having fun with me. She motioned for me to come join them numerous times but I shook my head and continued to nurse the beer that I was currently drinking. 

This was supposed to be a night of fun, damnit! So why did I feel like The Grinch?

My eyes narrowed and my protective instincts kicked into overdrive as some tall, butch who wore a red and black plaid shirt approached Vanessa. She tapped her on the shoulder before whispering something into her ear. 

And while I couldn't read her lips, I was pretty certain that she had just declined whatever this woman had asked her. I truly can't say for sure what overcame me, whether it was jealousy or overprotectiveness, but I walked over and put my hands around her waist and pulled her against me. "She's already taken," I told the woman staring her down. 

The other woman smiled apologetically and backed down, "Sorry I didn't know," she said and walked away. 

I released Vanessa and took a step back, "You looked like you needed some help."

"And you just had to jump in, right?"

"Of course. If I hadn't have stepped in when I did, she would've taken your unsuspecting ass to the bathroom and did sinful things to you. You did see how she was looking at you, right?"

She shook her head from side to side, "I wasn't really paying attention. Besides all she asked me to do was dance."

"What did you tell her?"

"That I was really flattered but I wanted to dance alone."

"Well I'll go back to the table and let you do that," I told her and turned to leave but she grabbed my arm. 

"Dance with me," she suggested and pulled me towards her.

I frowned and protested, "But I thought you wanted to dance alone?"

"Just because I didn't want to dance with her doesn't mean that I don't want to dance with you. I've been wanting to dance with you this whole time but you've been sitting at that damn table all night."

"I told you, I can't dance."

She smirked, "And I don't believe you." 

The song that was currently playing stopped and the DJ began transitioning to a much slower one. "Alright ladies, grab the girl next to you and pull her close. This is gonna be a slow one," she announced into the mic. "It goes out to Dominique and Samantha. Congratulations on the engagement, ladies."

The women around us starting pairing up and instantly surrounded us on the dance floor. I looked over Vanessa's shoulder to see Stephannie dancing with some older looking woman. She caught me staring and shot me two thumbs up. 

"You wanna go back to the table?" I suggested to Vanessa over the music. "I'll even buy you a drink."

"You owe me a dance," she informed me stubbornly. 

I glanced around briefly, "But couples are the only ones dancing."

"So? We'll be a couple for this one dance only. Besides, what are you so afraid of?"

She had me there. What was I so afraid of?

I hung my head in defeat. "Alright alright, one dance and then I'm done," I told her and pulled her into my semi close embrace. I took her left hand in my right hand and placed her right hand on my shoulder. "I like to lead. I hope you don't mind," I warned her.

She giggled, "Yeah I kinda guessed that. You're such a control freak."

"Shhh" I hushed her. "No one's supposed to know that," I teased. 

"It'll be our little secret," she promised with a twinkle in her eye. And while I wanted to ask if she was referring to more than just my constant need to be in control, I dared not to. I led us backwards then from side to side and repeated the motion. I stepped away and spun her around before pulling her back into my embrace. It completely caught me off guard when she wrapped her arms around my neck and rested her head against my chest. I had no choice but to follow her lead and let my hands settle at her waist. 

I didn't want to read too much into it. But I think we both knew that this was turning into more than just a casual, slow dance between friends. "You smell really sweet," she murmured into my chest.

I couldn't help but laugh. "I've never been told that before so thank you. I also think you're a little drunk."

She looked up at me and blinked rapidly, almost as if the idea had never crossed her mind. "Me? Drunk? But I only had a couple drinks."

"Yeah right," I argued. "I watched a half dozen women buy you alcohol. You're pretty popular with the dykes tonight."

"You were spying on me?" she asked in all seriousness.

"I like to think of it as keeping an eye out for you," I corrected. "I didn't want anyone to take advantage of you."

She stopped dancing and looked me in the eye, "The only person I want to take advantage of me is you."

Her admission made me momentarily dizzy and I felt a jolt of something that had to be lust hit me directly in my groin. I slightly pushed her away from me, trying to create some space between us. "Yeah, that's definitely the alcohol talking," 

"Kiss me," she requested. "Kiss me like you mean it."

I brushed a strand of hair out of her face, "We already went through this before in your kitchen, remember? It didn't work," I murmured. 

Even though I resisted, she wrapped her hands around my waist and tugged me closer to her. It wasn't a spectacular kiss. Or even a kiss of longing and passion. But the moment, our lips first touched, I felt myself literally began to drown. I held her face in my hands and briefly allowed myself to get swept up in the moment. She tasted of vodka with a hint of peach schnapps. I tentatively pressed my tongue against her mouth and silently urged her to let me inside. 

I think that was what snapped her back to reality because she all at once abruptly stopped kissing me and pulled away. Her hands instantly covered her mouth, shielding it away from me and her eyed widened in shock. 

My mouth opened to apologize but she turned around quickly and hurried through the crowd away from me. I called after her loud enough so that she could hear me but she kept walking and darted inside the restroom. I followed her inside and she quickly took refuge within an empty stall. 

I knocked on the stall door. "Vanessa? Are you okay?" No answer. "I really didn't mean for that to happen, I swear" I apologized from outside her stall. "I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry."

She still hadn't answered me and I had the dreadful feeling that she was either now afraid of me or she was in the stall crying. I knocked again on the stall door, "I don't mean to keep bothering you but can you please let me know that you're okay."




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Her shaky voice finally came through on the other side, "I'm fine. I think that I'm gonna go on home though. I've had enough clubbing for one night." 

"Do you want me to drive you home?" I offered. "It's the least I can do."

"No," she answered quickly. "I'll call Jay to come pick me up."

"But it's late," I argued. "I'd hate for him to have to wake your kids up and drag them out," I told her honestly. "It's no trouble at all for me to drive you home."

Her response was automatic like she'd already thought it up. "It's okay, I'll call a taxi. I'll be fine, you go enjoy the rest of your night."

"But I can't just leave you here. I can wait with you?" I offered once again as a last ditch effort.

"No, I'll be fine. Go have fun with Stephannie," she encouraged. "Don't let me ruin your night."

It hurt to admit it but she obviously didn't want to see me or have anything else to do with me for the rest of the night and she'd just make that fact abundantly clear. I had to respect her wishes and leave her be. "Let me know when you get home or else I'll worry."

Her no response was the final blow to my dignity and I bowed out quietly and sulked on back to our table. Stephannie and I ended up staying at the club for another two hours until she drunkenly passed out and had to be carried out by one of the bouncers. After getting her into her apartment safely and into bed, I headed downstairs to my own to turn in for the night. 

I took a quick shower and crawled into bed hoping that I'd sleep better tonight than I did the night before. I thought about popping my meds to help me sleep but quickly decided against it. I knew without a doubt that I wouldn't even be able to sleep until I'd heard from Vanessa that she'd gotten home safely. Another hour passed and another thirty minutes and I finally felt my eyelids began to get heavy. Sometime just after 3 a.m., I awoke and reached for my phone to check my messages. I had one from mamá telling me that I needed to call her and check in. And also one from Vanessa telling me that she'd made it home. 

Her text was short, straightforward and mentioned nothing about our drunken kiss: "Made it home. Thanks for a fun night out. -V"

I set my phone back on the dresser and laid back against my pillows. What the hell was I doing? And more importantly, what the hell was I getting myself into?

**

"At least she didn't tell you to stay away from her," Mrs. Rodriquez said to me pruning her roses. 

"But still," I insisted and pulled another weed from her garden. "She kisses me and I'm the one who ends up apologizing. And all I get is a freaking text: thanks for the night out. I hate women."

My seventy six year old neighbor shook her head, "Men aren't any easier. Sometimes I see myself strangling Paul with my bare hands. We've been married sixty years and he still doesn't know how to put the toilet seat down."

I chuckled, "I hate that shit. My brother would leave it up on purpose just to annoy me."

She removed her sunhat and wiped the sweat off her forehead. "Men. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em."

"Women. Who understands 'em?" I questioned, and angrily jerked a weed from her flowerbed. "They say one thing and do another."

She looked at me pointedly, "What exactly where you expecting to happen? She kissed you and then what did you want to happen?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "She's married and they're happy. But when we're together, it's like nothing else matters. It's like no one else is in the room."

"So it's more than just a physical connection?" Mrs. Rodriguez questioned. 

"A lot more. I can handle being attracted to her, but it's more than that. So much more."

"Would you like my advice?" she offered and I nodded. "If it were me, I would take some time away from her. And see if what I feel strengthens or weakens." 

"How much time are we talkin'?" I asked. 

She shrugged, "However long that you feel appropriate. And if this time apart makes you think of her more or less often, go with it."

I considered the implications of what she was telling me. "So if I do this and I find myself thinking of her every moment of every day, you're pretty much giving me the go-ahead to have an affair with her?"

She smacked me with her gardening gloves, "In no way shape or form am I telling you to do that."

"But you just told me to 'go with it'?" I countered back and moved out of her smacking range.

"I told you to go with your heart," she corrected. "And I don't believe that your heart would lead you to have an affair with this woman behind her husband's back. If your heart lies with her like I think it does, it'll lead you to do the right thing. It always does."

The sound of an engine roaring caused me to look up and I turned around to see a sleek red Jaguar pull up in the apartment complex. The driver cut the engine and stepped out, "Hello beautiful."

I pulled my gloves off and walked over to greet her, "C.C. What are you doing here?"

"I was on my way to the gym and I thought I'd stop in and see you since it's been a while. How are you?" she asked. 

"I've been good just busy working," I responded. "How about you? How's your mom and dad?"

"We're all doing well," she explained. "They actually both requested that I personally invite you out with us this weekend on my dad's boat."

I objected, "That's extremely generous of them but I've never been on a boat before."

"Well, there's a first time for everything. Please come, they'll be disappointed if you don't."

"Do you all have life jackets onboard? Because I'm not really trying to reenact Titanic."

She chuckled, "Yes we have lifejackets. You'll be in good hands."

"Fine," I relented. "I'll come."

She shrieked excitedly and hugged me, "You'll love it, I promise." She glanced down at her diamond studded watch and cursed, "I wish I could stay longer but I'm going to be late for my Zumba class. I'll call you later," she promised and kissed me on the cheek before going back to her car and pulling off. 

Mrs. Rodriguez who'd been listening to our conversation while pretending to prune her roses walked over and stood beside me, "That's your lady friend I take it? She seems like a handful."

I shook my head, "She's a. . . .long story."

"I hope your schedules clear for the rest of the evening because you're coming to Mass with me."

"But I didn't do anything wrong," I argued. "Cecilia and I haven't even slept together. Well, slept together yet," I added and she lightly smacked me with her gloves again. "You know, you're really beginning to remind me more and more of my Abuela."

She squeezed my hand, "And you remind me of the daughter that Paul and I always wanted but never had. I'm so glad that you moved into our building."

"Really?" I asked feeling a certain sense of pride.

"Really," she confirmed. "But those weeds still need your attention so get back to work." 

I laughed and resumed my weed pulling, "Why am I doing this again?" I joked. 

"You like my cooking don't you? That's why, now get back to work" she told me with a devilish twinkle in her eye.

***

The "boat" that C.C. and her family had referred to was in all actuality a 40 foot Yacht and I seriously began to wonder if all wealthy people lived like this. It included a galley, two staterooms, and a lounge area. We'd been out on the water for well over an hour and she and I were currently laying on the deck sun bathing. 

I hadn't really wanted to wear my two piece green bikini but it was the only one that I'd packed and I hadn't had any time to go shopping for a new one. Not only did I find it too small and uncomfortable but it revealed a lot more than what I was willing to show. It was nothing, however compared to the one that she wore that concealed very little and that fact seemed to suit her just fine.

I'd been lying on my back with my sunglasses over my eyes when I felt someone tap me. I removed my shades and saw that C.C. was leaning over me. "You look like you're deep in thought, I hope you're thinking about me."

I sat up and kissed her shoulder. "Yeah, I'm thinking about how long it'd take for me to get you out of that bikini," I lied.

"Not long at all," she told me and rewarded me with a deep kiss, slipping her tongue in my mouth. She reached over and handed me a bottle of extremely expensive looking sunscreen. "Can you get my back? I got everywhere else but I can't reach back there."

I squeezed a bit on my hands and began to massage it on her back. Carefully working on the area between her shoulder blades. While she was nowhere near the sort of woman that I went for, I reasoned that I could get close to her and possibly use her in order to find out who she was working for in order to keep Vanessa and her kids safe. Growing up, I'd seen enough and been around more than enough to know that most drug dealers had no conscience and wouldn't think twice about murdering an innocent woman or her child. It angered me so much to know that Jay had put his family in a situation like this.

She moaned beneath my touch interrupting my train of thought. "Mmmmmm. . that feels so good. This may just be the best massage that I've ever gotten."

I glanced over to where Jay and Vanessa were sitting sipping their cocktails talking with Marcie as Victor and a friend of his steered the boat. You can all but imagine my surprise and obvious discomfort to find out that they were also joining us. Mrs. Rodriguez's suggested plan to stay away was completely and instantly shot straight to hell. Vanessa and I had casually spoke to each other once we boarded but other than that, she'd virtually stuck by Jay's side and ignored me. 

C.C. looked over her shoulder at me, "If it's still nice when we get back, I might soak in the hot tub a little later on if you wanna join me."

"You sure about that? The sky is darkening some and there are a bit more clouds out than when we first left the dock."

She rested her mouth against my ear, "Did I mention that bathing suits are optional? I'll be right back, going to fix myself another drink."

I watched her walk away just as Marcie spoke to me, "So Natalie tell us more about yourself."

I stood up and wrapped my wrap around my waist, "There's honestly not too much more to tell. I've lived a pretty boring life up until this point."

"Any brothers or sisters? Nieces or nephews?"

"I'm an only child," I explained. 

She asked, "Are you close to your parents?"

"My mom, yes. But not with my father, he's serving time in prison."

"For what if you don't mind me asking?" she asked but then paused. "I am so, so sorry. You don't have to answer that, that is a very personal question and I apologize."

"It's alright, people ask all the time," I told her. "He's serving a sentence for armed robbery."

"I'm sorry to hear that. Your mother must be very proud of you, you seem like an extremely talented and bright young woman."

"Thank you, that really means a lot," I stood up and excused myself. "I'm gonna go see if C.C. needs any help."

I found her in the lounge talking on her cell phone. "I know but I can't do anything when I'm all the way out here," she paused. "I told Westbrook that we can't afford another screw-up like the one we had." Another pause. "Yeah if it happens again, we might have to take out an insurance policy if you know what I mean. You handle your guys and I'll take care of him."

She finally saw me standing near the bottom of the stairs and cut the call short. "I'll call you back when we dock, text me if there's any change," she ended the call without waiting for a response and eyed me suspiciously. "How long have you been standing there?" 

"Just a minute," I fibbed. "I just came down to see if you needed some help." I stepped closer to her and touched her hip. "You were right you know, seeing you in this bikini is so fucking worth it."

"If you like seeing me in it," She pushed her large, fake breasts against mine. "You should see me out of it."

I grinded my knee against the apex of her thighs. "Is that an offer or a warning?" 

"Baby it's whatever you want it to be," she pulled my head closer to hers and kissed me. Her impatient hands tugged at the bikini top that held my breasts in as she freed them and fondled my ultra-sensitive nipples. Her touch instantly sent shivers down my spine. It had been so long, too long since a woman had touched me like this. I forcefully pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her covering her body with my own. Our tongues angrily fought and dueled with one another, both trying to gain the upper hand. 

My hand deftly snuck underneath her bikini bottoms and stroked her bare sex. Maybe it was all the pent up lust that had accumulated over the past few weeks or the stab of jealousy that I felt whenever I watched Vanessa with her husband, but I was borderline considering fucking C.C. then and there at that moment. 

However, voices from up above on deck quickly brought me back to my senses and I pulled away from her roughly. "Why did you stop?" she demanded.

I adjusted my bikini top. "Anyone could just walk in and see us. How about we finish this up later when we have a little bit more privacy?"

C.C. shook her head. "Something came up and I have some business stuff to take care of later on that can't wait."

"All work and no play, huh? That's a shame." I ran the tip of my tongue against her ear lobe and squeezed her left breast at the same time. "I had big plans for you. Plans that included multi orgasms."

"Fuck," she moaned slightly. "What time should I be at your apartment?"

I kissed her neck. "I'd rather go to your place instead. I'm still not completely unpacked yet and my apartment's a wreck."

"Your point is? All we need is the bed."

"But your bed is probably much more comfortable than mine," I argued. "And I'd hate to keep my neighbors up all night, the walls in the building are fairly thin."

She sighed in frustration, "You win, follow me back to my house when we dock."

"You won't regret it I promise. But I'm warning you, I do tend to get a little rough."

"That's how I like it," she admitted and rubbed my crotch through my bikini bottoms before pulling away with a smirk. "We'd better get back before they come looking for us," she stood up and reached for her glass. "Aren't you coming back up with me?"

"I have to use the bathroom but then I'll be right up," I fibbed quickly. 

"Don't take too long," she bit her lip and winked at me before ascending the stairs to the deck.

I shook my head and laid back down on the bed that we'd just been fooling around on. I knew that I was taking a big risk going to C.C.'s house alone with her knowing what I now knew but I needed to do something. Hopefully my plan would work out and I'd be able to find out more about what was going on.

"You two just couldn't wait, could you?"

I sat up at the sound of Vanessa's voice, almost sure that my face had turned completely red. I rubbed the back of my neck, "You saw us?"

"I wasn't purposely trying to but I caught the tail end," she confirmed and sat down on the bed beside me. "She's really into you."

"Vanessa, I owe you a huge apology for the other night. I don't know what came over me."

She shook her head, "First, you don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong, that was all me. I'm so ashamed and embarrassed that I acted like I did."

"Which part? The part where you got drunk and kissed me or the part where you locked yourself in a bathroom stall?" I joked hoping to make her feel better.

"Both." She put her head in her hands and groaned, "God, I really acted like a complete basket case, didn't I? I am so sorry."

I chuckled, "We've all been there, done that. Alcohol kinda does that to you if you're not careful."

"I swear on my kids' lives that I will never in my life drink like that again. I was so sick the next morning, I spent the entire day in bed with the curtains drawn."

"Stephannie was in quite a bit of pain the next day too. You girls really had a nice time."

"Yeah we did," she agreed. "I'm just sorry that you didn't. You looked so miserable most of the night."

"I wasn't miserable," I argued. "I was trying to be the sane, sober friend. Someone had to keep you two in line."

"And you did an awesome job. I know it might seem like it's too soon for me to say this but you're really becoming a good friend to me. I've never had a friend like you before."

I genuinely smiled, "That really means a lot, and I feel the same way about you. You and your family have made me feel so welcome and introduced me to your friends and stuff. I'm really grateful that I met you."

"Me too. I also want you to know that if you and C.C. become an item or whatever, I'll be happy for you. I really think that you'd be good for her."

"Thanks but we haven't even went out on one date yet."

"Based on what I saw, I'm pretty sure that that's about to change. Just make sure she treats you right or I'll kick her ass for hurting my friend." 

I chuckled, "I appreciate the concern but I think I can handle Cecilia Campos."

"I can't help it, I'm kinda protective when it comes to the people that I care about."

My eyes widened and I dramatically put my hand to my heart, "You care about me? Seriously?"

She playfully pushed me over, "Yeah even though you make it hard for me to. Like I said, I consider you a good friend and I'm protective of my friends."

"Protective, huh? You sure it's not jealous?" I asked teasing her.

Her smile briefly faltered before she recovered, "What do you mean? Why would I be jealous of you and C.C.?"

I shrugged casually, "Well now that I've made another friend, you kinda got to share me. You can't keep me all to yourself anymore. "

She tilted her head to the side, "As long as you remember who had you first, I don't mind sharing you."

I gawked at her double entendre just as Marcie came downstairs and interrupted us, "Everything alright down here, ladies?"

Vanessa glanced at me from the corner of her eye with a smirk, "Yeah everything's fine. Just a little girl talk. What's up?"

"There's a big storm coming our way so Vic's turning the boat around and we're going back to dock. Sorry to cut your first boat trip short," she smiled at me apologetically. "We'll make it up to you again when the weather cooperates."

**

"It's getting nasty outside. Hopefully we don't lose power," I remarked looking out the window. Just as the weatherman had predicted, we'd gotten hit by a massive thunderstorm. Lightning cracked overhead as the rain continually poured down outside.

"Good, because there's no other person that I'd rather be stuck in the dark with," C.C. told me as she poured us another glass of red wine. She handed me my glass, "To an unforgettable night."

"Cheers," I clinked my glass against hers before taking a sip, "How long have you known Jay?"

"He started working for my dad several years ago and they're pretty close. He's like the son that my father never had but always wanted. He probably trusts Jay more than he trusts me."

"He and Vanessa seemed to have a pretty solid marriage," I commented.

She shrugged, "Yeah but I guess I would too if I was keeping some of the secrets that he is."

"What do you mean?" I probed. "What kind of secrets?"

"You know how men are, they all have their secrets," She gulped down the rest of her wine. "Why all this sudden interest in Jay? You should be more interested in me and what I have in store for you."

"Mmm I guess you do have a point there, less talking. More kissing." I set both of our glasses on the coffee table and pulled her against me for a kiss. She responded instantly by rubbing her body against mine and shoving her tongue down my throat. I flattened her back against the cushions and she moaned sharply against my ear and grinded her eager body against mine.