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California Dream

By: Pervetta



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As the plane touched down, she knew she was one day closer to being with the man she had thought so much about over the last few months. A man she had talked, laughed and cried with. She had almost lost this man one time. Their conversation getting confused, he thought she was telling him good-bye, but she was not doing that at all.

As she talked with him that night, he had gotten quieter and quieter. She knew something was wrong, but had no idea what he was thinking. As they continued to talk, she began wondering what was wrong with him and finally asked him. It didn't dawn on her that he thought she was saying good-bye to him. In fact, she thought he was going to tell her good-bye. Both of them thinking the other was saying good-bye. She began crying and finally asked him if he was ending things.

"No, unless that's what you want," he replied.

"My God! No!" she told him, crying more now.

"Oh Jesus, baby! I thought you were telling me good-bye," he told her.

The waters had calmed now; she thought of how she had almost lost this man and a tear fell as she thanked God that she hadn't. She knew it was going to be hard sleeping that night. He would be picking her up at nine in the morning.

She lay there thinking of this man, a man she would do anything for. Aching to hold him. She would finally get to in the morning. Sometime later, she drifted off to sleep.

Waking early the next morning, she got into the tub and took a long, luxurious bath. Getting out, she dried off thinking of him. She slipped into the leopard print dress she had bought especially for him. She wore nothing under it, no bra or panties. She had packed a few things in her knapsack for later that day.

At 9 am, his van pulled up in front of the apartment building. She went out to greet him. She hugged him and kissed the side of his neck, not wanting to draw to much attention here. They would 1. have plenty of time later. Quiet time together, just the two of them.

There was no one at the apartment, so she invited him in. Once inside the apartment with the door closed, they fell into each other's arms. Kissing one another passionately. Their hands finally getting to explore one another physically, instead of the mental game they had been playing on the computer. His hand sliding over her ass, pulling the dress up to caress her bare cheek.

Her tongue slid down his neck, tasting him. Her lips close to his ear, whispering, "I know what you want!" Her hand moved to the button and zipper of his shorts. Undoing them, she slid his hard cock out of them as she slid down his body. Kneeling in front of him, she took his hard cock in her hand, stroking him. Her lips touching against the head of it as he watched her anticipating. She kissed the tip of it as it jumped, smiling up at him.

His hand reaching down to touch her hair. Her lips opening to cover the head of his cock. Sucking gently at him. Then sliding a little more of him into her mouth. She began moving back and forth on him at a steady pace. Her hand moving lovingly up and down his thigh as she worked at him. Sucking and pulling at him.

Moans of pleasure escaping from him as he began swaying back and forth with her. Pushing himself deeper into her mouth as one of her hands now caressed and squeezed at his balls. As she worked at him, his hands wrapped in her hair, caressing her scalp.

She suddenly took all of him in her mouth, her mouth touching his pubic hair at the base of his cock. Gasping, he arched into her as his nectar filled her mouth and throat. She stayed on him, taking the last drops from him. Licking the length of him with broad strokes from her tongue. Starting at the base and licking up. The tip of her tongue sliding into the hole at the end of his cock, searching for the last drops.

Then she slowly slid her tongue back up his body until she was standing before him. His arms wrapped around her roughly, pulling her into him, his lips crushing down on hers. His hands roaming hungrily over her body through the thin material of her dress. When they finally separated, he said, "We need to get going." 2.

Walking out of the apartment, he opened the van door and waited for her to get in. His hand sliding up over her ass. She turned her head, looking over her shoulder at him and grinned. He shut her door and went around to the driver's side and got in. He leaned across and kissed her again. His hand moving up along the inside of her thigh.

"We're not going to get anywhere like this," she joked with him. He laughed his sexy laugh and started the van. Her hand resting lightly in his shoulder as he drove. They drove the thirty minutes to the coast talking and laughing. Every now and then kissing one another quickly.

He had registered them at the Holiday Inn on the beachfront. He was a romantic from the start; this is what had attracted her. Their plans were to go for a walk along the beach and get something to eat before checking into the hotel. After they checked in, they wouldn't be coming out for quite a while.

He parked the van and walked around to her side of the van, opening the door. He leaned in and kissed her, lingering. Her hand slipping through his hair and around his neck. He pulled back and took her hand, as she stepped out of the van. He kissed her again, pulling her close to him.

They spent the next couple of hours walking along the beach, the sea wind rippling their hair. They walked along, stopping every now and then to hold one another as they looked out over the ocean. Nuzzling and kissing one another like two young newlyweds. They continued walking and talking quietly. Holding hands, they began walking back toward the hotel.

They ate dinner at a seafood restaurant across the street, carrying on their conversation over dinner. Touching one another every so often. The touches building anticipation for later when they were alone. After dinner, they returned to the hotel. She waited while he registered and got their room key.

When they got into the room, she handed him the bag with his gifts in it. When he finished with everything in the bag, she removed the ring with two feathers on it from her finger. She had worn this ring for months, filling it with her love for him. She placed it in his hand. He now had her heart in his hand.

He handed her a small box, which she opened. There lay the beautiful panther necklace he had 3. told her he had bought her. The gold gleaming brightly, never tarnishing like their love for one another. It was a very beautiful piece, like him. He took it from the box and placed it around her neck. Once he had it clasped around her neck; she tilted her head up to kiss him.

Bending slightly as he kissed her, his hand running along her thighs, up under her dress, sliding up over her hips. He broke away from her and moved in behind her. Taking her into his arms, he bent his head down to kiss her neck. His hands caressing her tits. Reaching into the front of the dress to pull them out over the top of it. His body pressing hungrily against hers. His fingers pinching gently at her nipples as she felt his rock hard cock straining against the material separating their bodies. She felt the hardness of him against her ass. She pushed back into him, rubbing back and forth against him, her ass grinding into him.

His hands sliding to the inside of her thighs, up over her pussy. Slipping a finger in over her clit as his lips touched her neck. She reached behind her to caress him. Sliding her hand over his hardness and gripping him. He stepped back far enough to undo his shorts and let them slide off of him.

Moving in behind her again, he pulled her dress up over her ass and stepped into her, sliding his hard cock between her legs. She leaned forward slightly, letting his cock slide in between her legs, in between her lips. He moved his cock slowly back and forth over her clit. Her wetness soon letting him slid smoothly over her clit. As he slid slowly back, she leaned over further as he held her hips.

Her hand guided him to her opening and he slid into her silky, hot cunt. Her hips moved gently back into him as he filled her with his cock. Growing and becoming harder at the feel of her. He rocked into her gently, slowly, enjoying the feel of her.

He began thrusting harder, deeper as she began meeting him. Stopping every now and then to grind against him, keeping him buried in her. He grasped her hips, pulling her hard into him as he released himself.

He soon pulled out of her and she turned to take him in her arms, holding him tight. He reached down and pulled the dress up over her head. Dropping it onto the back of the chair, he turned to look at the body he had seen only on a video and in pictures she had sent him. Looking her up and 4. down, appraising her.

"Like what you see, baby?" she purred at him.

"Oh…yeahhhh!" he drawled, moving toward her.

Taking her into his arms, he moved her toward the bed. Reaching the edge of the bed, she crawled onto it. She looked back over her shoulder seductively at him as she crawled onto the bed. "Meow!" she said, low and sultry, grinning at him. She began a purring noise in her throat.

He pulled his shirt over his head and climbed onto the bed. She lay on the bed waiting, watching him. She ran her tongue over her lips as he crawled to her. He straddled her with his cock between her tits. She moved her arms up, pushing her tits together, pressing them around and against his cock. Her hands sliding over the outside of his thighs. He moved smoothly between her tits for a few strokes. She caressed his thighs as he rested for a few minutes.

Her hands then slid to her tits, pulling one of them to her mouth, as her tongue moved over it, licking it as he watched. Soon his hips began to move forward and back again between her tits. Her hands pushing from the outside of her tits, pushing them together to surround his cock.

Her tongue reaching to touch his cock whenever he got close. Licking at the head every chance she could. Soon he was hard again. He moved forward on her slightly. She worked at him with her mouth and hands. Licking and stroking him, moving quicker on him. He soon came again, giving her the "pearl necklace" he promised her. She guided his cock as he spewed hot cum all over her neck and chest. Her other hand rubbing it into her skin, over her breasts. Finally licking the end of his cock for the last drops she found there. He lay down beside her, resting, his hand caressing her body, touching her all over.

She looked into his eyes, tracing his jaw with her fingers. Then hungrily pulled his mouth to hers. His hand slipping down over her stomach to the dampness between her legs. He slid his fingers in over her clit, opening her. He pinched her clit between his fingers, rolling it gently between them.

She nipped at his shoulder and chest, being careful not to mark him. His fingers slid further down seeking her opening. He slipped his middle finger into her. His thumb still on her clit. His finger sliding into her as his thumb slid over her clit. His pinky finger touching her asshole; fluttering 5. against it. Moaning, his lips covered hers. His tongue finding hers. His fingers driving her higher, she arched up into him.

His mouth covered her nipple, sucking until it became hard. Moving to the other, he did the same to it. His tongue then sliding slowly down over her body. She felt the bed shifting as he positioned himself between her legs. He dropped his head down and ran his tongue along her pubic hair. Tracing along the top, then slowly parting her pussy lips as his tongue tasted her.

He gently pushed her legs up, her knees bending as he pushed her legs open. His head dipping down to run his tongue down over her; over her clit; over her opening; stopping long enough to slide his tongue into her. Tasting her, then moving on down further to tongue her asshole. He tasted her for a few seconds, then began moving up over her again. Moans and gasps escaping her as she moved and twitched under his touches. He suddenly drove his tongue deep into her cunt. Her hips coming up suddenly to meet him. His hands pulling her into him, then sliding under her ass to lift her pussy up into his face, as he buried his mouth and face in her pussy.

Her hands clutched at the sheets, as her whines of pleasure became more urgent, bordering on the edge of climax. His tongue working furiously at her, he tasted her sweet juices, as he drove his tongue into her. He sucked at her, pulling her juices out, draining her. She lay quivering under his touch. His cock growing stiff with need and want again.

"Get on your hands and knees, baby," he whispered in her ear. She rolled onto her stomach and got on her knees. Raising up on his knees, he slid his cock in between the lips of her pussy, getting himself wet. Backing up, he opened her and thrust deep into her, almost driving her to the bed. Bracing herself, she moved her hips back into him. Grasping her hips, he began pumping in and out of her. Pulling almost out, them slamming into her. As his pace began picking up, she began calling his name over and over.

"Yeah, baby!!!!" she whispered, harshly. "Take it all! Harder!" she cried.

Pulling almost out of her, he slammed into her again. As he stayed buried in her, he felt the muscles constrict around his and felt her warmth spread over his cock. He stayed very still enjoying the feel of her silky cunt around him. When she stopped clenching him, he slowly withdrew. He 6. reached for her and pulled her with him.

"Come here, babe," he said, pulling her with him. He headed for the chair in the room. Sitting down, he pulled her down into his lap. Her legs on either side of him, he impaled her, as his hand covered her breast, caressing her. His other hand moved over her stomach and down to her wet mat. He slid his finger in over her swollen clit, pressing on her in circular motions as she moved back and forth on him.

He was completely buried in her. His swollen cock filling her completely. She leaned back against him and turned her head, seeking his lips. Her right hand caressing his face. His finger moved quicker over her clit now as their kiss deepened. She squeezed and released him with the muscles inside her. Her head back against his shoulder, he kissed her neck taking her closer to the edge. He manipulated her clit until she came again, crying out.

They sat quietly now, resting as he went soft inside her. He held her trembling body next to his, not wanting to let her go. Her eyes closed, she drifted in the afterglow of wonderful sex. She nuzzled him, kissing his jaw. 

She eased off of him and headed toward the bathroom on rubbery legs. Looking back over her shoulder, she smiled at him, "Gonna take a shower, you coming?"

He got to his feet and followed her, stopping outside the bathroom door to watch as she bent to adjust the water temperature. He stood watching this woman, marveling at how she turned him on. She was so sensual and sexual. For months now, he had wanted this woman physically. Now that he had her, he couldn't seem to get enough.

Coming up behind her, he grabbed her roughly, spun her around and pinned her against the wall. His mouth crushing down on hers. He turned and pushed her towards the sink. Grabbing her by the waist, he placed her on the sink. Stepping between her legs, he placed his cock at her clit and began rubbing it over her again. As he began hardening again, she reached down to stroke him. When she had him hard once again, he stepped into her. She opened herself to him once again.

His stroke was deep. She pushed her hips forward and wrapped her legs around him. The hot water from the shower making the small room into a sauna. They moved easily with each other. He 7. squeezed her tits as he moved in and out of her.

Leaning in, he kissed her as his hips continued to move back and forth. They were in no hurry now. The urgent, lustful time was over. From here on out would be for their pleasure. They rocked together, sweat running freely off of them. Arching into her, he let himself go again, feeling her flow over him at the same time. Staying in her until she took the last of his seed.

"Sorry…" he grinned sheepishly. "Animal instinct," he laughed pulling her off the sink.

"Can I please get in the shower now?" she asked, laughing.

They got into the shower, soaping each other, gently washing each other. He turned her around to wash her back. Soaping her back, he bent to kiss her neck again. She lay back against his strong chest, slick with soap. His hands moving to her front, soaping her breasts and stomach. Then sliding the soap down to soap her pussy. She spread her legs letting him slide his soapy hand back and forth over her.

Taking a washrag, he ran it over her removing the soap from her body. She took the soap from him and had him to turn away from her as she soaped his broad shoulders and back. Water cascading over him, she stepped around facing him. She soaped his chest and stomach. Using her hands to cup the water and rinse the soap from him.

She then took the soap again and began to wash his cock, balls and ass. Taking the washrag, she wiped the soap from him gently. She was on her knees in front of him, with the warm water beating against his back relaxing him. He looked down at her as her mouth closed around his cock once again. Her hands slick from the water, sliding smoothly over his thighs and ass.

Her right hand moving over his ass. Her finger sliding down the crack of his ass, following it down. Her left hand caressing his balls as her mouth continued to work at him. He felt her finger probing lightly at his asshole. With a slight pressure, she slid it into him.

Soon she was moving her mouth and her finger in the same rhythm. Her finger sliding into him, her mouth sliding down his cock. Finger coming out, mouth pulling back. Keeping a slow, steady rhythm. Hearing him growl with pleasure.

Soon, he grabbed her hair and thrust himself into her throat, grunting as he came in her mouth. 8. When she had the last drops of him, he helped her to her feet. Kissing her, his kisses moved to her neck and ears. Then, he continued down. Kneeling in front of her, he parted his lips with his hands as she moved her legs apart, allowing him easier access. His tongue touched her and she gasped loud enough to be heard over the water rushing over him. He slipped his hand around her ass to pull her into his face. His other hand slipping between her legs. His finger sliding up into her, pulling her to him from the inside. His tongue and mouth continuing to work at her clit.

His hand slid down the crack of her ass, fingers touching her asshole. Wet from the water, he pushed slightly, working his way slowly into her. Probing both her ass and her cunt with his fingers and tonguing her clit.

Just as she clenched inside to cum, he pulled his finger out of her and dropped his head to replace his finger with his tongue. He tasted her sweetness again as his finger continued to slide smoothly in and out of her ass. Once he had drained her, he stood and took her in his arms, holding her very close, feeling her tremble. They stood like this for a long time, holding one another, letting the water cascade over them.

Cutting off the water, they stepped out of the shower and began drying one another off. The gold panther he had given her glinting on her chest. Looking into her eyes, he stooped to kiss her and then whispered, "I love you!"

Her arms went around his neck and she pulled him down to kiss him hard. She took his hand and led him back to the bed. She had him to lie down on his back and then she lay down next to him. Her hand moving lazily over his hairy chest. Lying with his arm curled around her, she moved her body in against his, holding him closer. Her lips moving to his neck, as her hand played in the hair on his chest.


California Dream Boys



So I am new at this and want to collect any and all suggestions to make my erotic writing the best it can be. So please vote and make comments to help me. All constructive criticisms are accepted. 

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The air plane comes to a screeching halt on the runway of the infamous LAX airport. 22 year old Brett gets off excited to have gotten to LA safe and now ready to begin his next step on beginning his summer internship at the little known indie record company he will be working at. 

After a quick visit to the baggage claim carousel, Brett walks with haste to the exit where he finds a couple girls holding a huge sign with the name Brett all over it. One is a small blonde who looks like she has never worked for anything in her life. decorated with earring, bracelets, necklace, and more. The other a bit large, not fat, brunette. She was the type to be friends with the cheerleaders but was never actually a cheerleader. 

"Hey you ladies here for Brett Carlson?"

"Your here!!!" squeals the brunette

"And cute" the blonde responds. 

Brett blushes a bit embarrassed. "Are you guys with the record company?" he asks curiously awaiting to meet his bosses and those he will be working with this summer.

"No were your roommates slash the other interns." the Blonde informs him. "The record company gives us a place to live were gonna head there first." The brunette pipes in. 

"Great they're already getting all buddy buddy." he says to himself. "Ok great I can't wait!" He says.

"lets go" the girls chime together. 

They walk out of the airport and are greeted to a limo outside. Brett is in awe. The girls turn around and see his reaction, "we were the same way" the brunette informs him. "I can't imagine why." Brett says. 

Brett can't keep his eyes inside the limo as they drive across Los Angeles to the living quarters the record label has rented for the three interns. "So I know you know who I am but what are your names?" he asks to end his curiosity. 

"Well I am Becca" the blonde responds, "And I am Charlotte" says the brunette. "It's great to finally meet you guys" Brett tells the girls. "So you have a girlfriend?" Becca asks wanting to know if her new roommate is game or not. Brett argues in his head about how he wants to handle this situation. 

Brett has never left his home town. Everyone knows him and his entire life story there. He has never been asked the question since he was in junior high. It was back then when he realized he was not like everyone else and he was in fact gay.

His first time was when he went to his brothers homecoming game freshman year of high school. He was sitting next to this boy the two were flirting. Little did he know this boy was from the other school and a senior in high school watching his boyfriend playing. By halftime the two went to the parking lot and were doing each other in the back seat of the boys car. 

"I am gay actually, but still very single" he says with a smile hoping this doesn't backfire and he makes enemies before he makes friends. The girls look at each other in shock. "You so don't look the part" is all Charlotte can say. 

Brett has heard that many times before when he and some of his high school friends would go out to have drinks at the bar or going out to clubs. Brett was at a descent hight around 5' 8", he was skinny but toned weighing in at 140 lb.. His hair a short black mop of hair sitting on top of his head. He was proud of his body below the waist for a caucasian male being 7 inches thick like he was fully erect he has satisfied many men over the years. 

The gang is turning off of Sunset Boulevard and then hitting Santa Monica Boulevard heading towards the beach. Brett again can't help but look out his window at the gorgeous people and the incredible sight or the place he will now be calling home. 

As they get nearer and nearer to the beach he says to his new roommates "No, no don't you dare tell me we are living here right off the beach!!!" he says with much excitement. Becca and Charlotte giggle at his excitement. The limo driver drops them off at the front of their building and new home together. 

They thank the driver and get out. He makes sure to give them his number and the schedule for when he will come over to pick them up in the mornings and for pick ups at the label. 

They go upstairs and Brett grabs his luggage out of the trunk to bring up to his new living space. They jump into the elevator, Charlotte takes out a special key and turns it in a special slot that will allow access to the penthouse, and pushes the highest numbered button. As they ride up and the number of floors gets high Brett gets more excited and the build up of anticipation gets bigger and bigger. The elevator stops and the doors open on the top floor. The doors open and they are living on an entire floor. Brett gets out and drops his jaw.

"This looks like a place built by MTV for The Real World!!!!" he says in much excitement. He walks through the place taking it all in. He walks through the kitchen with all stainless steal appliances, granite top counters, and a fridge full of their favorite foods and drinks. "We have only lived here for a couple days" informing Charlotte as she sits at the counter. Becca comes over as well "we wanted to do a full shopping with you too so when your ready let us know" "Yeah, for sure" replies Brett.

He walks into the room with a sign on it hand made non the less by the girls. He opens the door and sees an empty bed with sheets and a blanket. He runs up and jumps on it. it lifts him up a few feet in the air. He gets up off the bed and looks out the window to the beach and finds something he enjoys. 

Shirtless men all over the place at the beach, something Brett has a big interest in. There are guys in the water surfing, a groups of guys over there, some more in the other direction, and even more just walking along on the side walk and below on the city street. His cock begins to twitch a bit in his pants.

He moves over to his bed as he undresses and wiggles back till he leans against the wall behind his bed resting on some pillows supporting his lower back. Clothes shedding as he gets comfy on his new bed. He breaks it in the best way he knows how, masturbating. He spits in his hand as he wraps his fingers and hand around his thick 7 inches of man hood god endowed him with. starting slowly he moves his hand up and down his cock, massaging his balls with his other free hand. He begins to let out little moans and picks up his pace increasing his breathing making it more intense. He picks up some more speed and grinds his ass against the bed, wishing it was another man below him. His free hand finds it's way to his ass and teases his hole. He inserts a finger then two a third finds it's way in and he holds back his climax to make the ending to his first LA blast of cum is as intense as possible. When he can't hold it in anymore he flinches as a blast of his own cum sprays his face. There are a couple more ropes of the warm man juice coming out of the slit in the head of the young twinks cock but they are less intense and they land on his chest he rubs it in then realizes he needs to hit the shower before heading out with the girls. 

"I will be out in a moment!!!!" Brett yells out. "Gonna hit the shower real quick!!"

"What have you been doing in there?" Becca inquires 

"Oh nothing, just unpacking a bit!" he covers quickly. They don't need to know he is a masturbator nor does he need them wondering about some of the things that goes through his head. 

He let the warm water flow over his bare body now. It was nice and relaxing to him. Since his parents evicted him from their home. heart, and life all together he has lived on the streets and with a couple boyfriends. he contributes that to the reason of break up. He didn't get descent showers like this for a long time. He spent the time in a gym locker room to wash himself off in after sneaking in a workout, not like he wouldn't have smelled any worse then he did when he walked in. 

He snapped out of his day dream of how much his life had sucked up until now. When he heard a knock on the door "Hey you get sucked down the drain?" asked Becca's familiar sounding voice. He giggled at her joke. "Be out in a second hold your horses." Brett retorts.

He dries himself off as he exits the bathroom. When he becomes fully dressed he exits his room completely and heads out on the town with his new friends. 

On their way to the supermarket a few blocks away the trio gets a mixture of stares from all people of gender, shape, size. As each guy and girl they make up stories about and rate them. It's their way of bonding with each other. A few guys walk by and Brett can't help but check them out and he and the girls try to determine his sexuality. 

"So you have never been with a female before?" Charlotte asks. "I have it just wasn't a thrill for me like it is with other men" Brett says answering her question. "I am sorry it's just i am trying to figure out this whole definition" she states to make sure Brett doesn't think she is homophobic, or some kind of a gay basher. She comes from a town where gay's are not very common (or that she knows of). She has never met one as not obviously gay as Brett is. 

"You probably kiss great" Becca adds into the conversation, "I have been at parties where some female friends have made out with gay men and enjoyed it more then with their own boyfriends." "It's usually because, and this is based on the ones I have men in my time, have felt safer with a gay man because they know they aren't into them and they wont hurt them like straight men do." The girls look at each other. Becca can understand this logic "makes sense" is all she reply's with. 

They reach the market and each grabs a carriage. "Let's meet here in about half an hour" Charlotte decides. "deal!" the other two say looking at their watches. They then break heading in their own directions. 

Brett is walking through the veggies when he bumps into an other carriage. "oh sorry" is all he says. He looks up and sees another young man holding it. the guy is about mid to late 20's and slightly taller then Brett. He stands before him with hair colored yellow and a smile that is melting Brett's heart as he reply's to Brett's apology with a "it's ok".

Brett finds himself in a bit of a trance when it's broken by the handsome man that has caught Brett's attention. "Hello?" he says waving his hand front of Brett. 

"Oh I am sorry, wow I am full of them to you right now" he is all he can finally respond with as he flirts with his strange bump. "I was just saying hi I am Scott" "Brett" he responds holding out his hand. Scott grabs his. Brett can't help but notice how soft his hands are. 

"You live around here?" asks Scott. "Yes and no" Brett declares. "Yes and no?" Scott inquires about his new friends answer. "Well I just moved in today for an internship with a record company here in LA." "Well you come to the right place for that" reply's Scott. "What about you?" Brett asks returning the question to his new crush. "Yes and no" Scott flirts back. "I am returning home I lived here for a number of years in the past and just came back after ending a relationship."

Brett can sympathize with this when he followed his at the time boyfriend to college and then got dumped with no place to go or live right before the summer. He was lucky he got this internship and place to live. "I understand I been through that too." 

"Well maybe if you come back soon we can chat about it again." Scott says "Well who says it has to be here and not grabbing a cup of coffee or tea, maybe a meal prior to it. You look like the type of guy who looks good with a table and candle between us." Brett flirts back. "I would like that" Scott says. He sees a plastic bag for the produce and pulls out a marker and writes numbers on it "call me" he says and bats his eyes causing Brett to melt and forget what to do now. Scott just laughs and drops it in his carriage. 

Becca comes over after Scotts departure "who was that?" The petite blonde inquires. Brett snaps out of his trance dreaming of Scotts dreamy hazel eyes. "My first LA hook-up" they laugh and finish shopping. 

They meet at their meeting point and walk back home. They played their game from the walk over again only this time Brett hadn't contributed nearly as much as the walk over. His mind was on the handsome man from the produce aisle. upon arrival to the apartment, Brett puts his groceries away and heads to his room to finish unpacking. He puts the bag baring the numbers used to get in contact with Scott on it.

Brett paces back and forth and looks back at it numerous times deciding if he will call it or not. He sits down on it and smudges the numbers a bit. "Shit!!!!" he yells. The girls run in. "is everything alright?" Charlotte asks "No!!!!" Brett says upset. Becca knows whats bothering her roommate. "Your new heart throb's number get smudged" "yeah!!!!" says Brett annoyed and aggravated. "Just call the number by what it looks like one is bound to work" Becca suggests. "Ok thanks I will give it a shot." 

The girls leave and he picks up the bag and his phone he dials the number the way it appears. "your number......" is all Brett has to listen too before he knows what it's trying to tell him. He dials it with a few numbers changed. "your number......" is the response again. He tries a few more combinations. He reaches a hotel, 3 law offices, a restaurant, and a couple more "your number......" as recited by a recording of a phone operator. 

Brett had nearly given up when he tried one more set of digits and then the phone rings. He can hear the ringtone going on in the phone. His heart beat quickens. With each passing second and each ring he hears through the phones speaker he prays to speak to the man who has nearly made him fall in love with him in the middle of the produce aisle in the market. 

He hears a click. "You have reached Scott...." is all he can remember hearing of the machine picking up as he melted hearing the voice he had longed to hear. He snaps out of his trance when through the speaker he hears "Hello......anyone there?" It was the sounds Brett longed to hear. "Hey Scott?"

"Yes, who is this" Scott inquires. "Hey it's Brett from the market this afternoon." "Oh hey Brett." Scott says remembering the voice and meeting earlier that day. "You call fast" Scott says. "Oh yeah you know I didn't want to keep you waiting" Brett thinks up fast covering for the mistake he made. "You up for that coffee we talked about?" he asks. 

The moment of silence seemed like an eternity for Brett awaiting to hear if the man he has been dreaming of for the past few hours wants to go on a date so soon. when he thinks about it like that he hits himself. Brett starts playing out all situations in his imagination. He can't believe he just asked this guy out. "Yeah sure" Scott says agreeing to go on this date. It takes a moment for it to completely register in Brett's head. "Starbucks by the market?" Brett Asks "can't wait see you in about hour-hour and a half sound good?" Brett's hear skips a beat "yeah can't wait". And he hears Scott hang up with a click from the other end of the call.

Brett does a small happy dance in his room then he remembers he's about to go on a date. He quickly goes through everything he packed for his time here till he finds the perfect out fit. He walks out of his room looking fine as he sees Becca and Charlotte sitting around eating, watching TV, and surfing the net. 

Charlotte whistles on his exiting his cave for his exciting night. "Whats the occasion?" she asks. "He has a date" Becca chimes in. "That was fast Charlotte says shocked. "What a gay man can't find love....." he receives stares from both girls for his statement of love and he's on his first date with this guy. "ok so maybe not love but a man can't find attraction with someone fast like that?" he questions the two and their thoughts on his date tonight. 

"Well you look hoTTT" Becca states emphasizing her "t" at the end. "I wish you luck" she adds to her complement prior. "Ditto" Charlotte responds. "Thanks lady's" he says and walks out the door. 

Brett walks to the market again. only problem is he gets lost along the way. As he wonder through the city by himself he looks around for something familiar. He then looks at his watch. He's only minuets away from being late. He asks a few strangers along the way and they help him. He walks around a bit more and at his watch 5 minuets late now. He starts running.

Scott gets to Starbucks a couple minuets early and looks around, no Brett. He waits a couple more minuets, still no Brett. He wants his coffee anyways so he waits in line and keeps an eye on the door way. He orders and buys him self a coffee on his own. When he gets his drink still no one he decides it's best to call it quits on waiting. 

Brett finally get's there now he's 10 minuets late. He see's Scott leaving. "Scott!!!" Brett yells with what little strength he has left from running over here. He runs over to the man he has waited to see again out of breath. "I am so sorry" he says breathing heavily. "got lost along the way" Scott can't help but chuckle a bit. He finds this little twink the cutest guy he has ever seen. "whats so funny?" Brett asks a little offended. "Your absolutely adorable" he says with a smile like when they first met. Brett now find a little humor in this and laughs too. "Want to just walk with me on the beach?" Scott suggests. Brett nods and sits "let's get you a water first" Scott says Brett pulls out his wallet "No it's my treat" says Scott walking away so he would have the last word. 

Brett mesmerized by the ass of the sweetest guy he has ever met, he watches Scott leave him to get his water. "my hero" he thinks to himself.

Brett now rehydrated, the two men find themselves strolling along the beach at the edge of the water, around sunset holding hands sharing stories, laughs, and experiences. "I have had fun this evening" Brett says "Me too" is all Scott finds to reply with. "You ever go skinny dipping?" Scott asks out of the blue. 

Knowing where this is going Brett blushes, "No, have you?" He returns the question. "No but I want to" Scott says as he tears his shirt off Brett looks around "is this a nude beach?" he asks a little scared never doing this before. "I don't know I am interested in finding out though." Scott says. His shorts land in the sand before he runs into the water. Brett got a look at the ass he desires to get more of tonight or in the future and it's all he needs as encouragement to join in. 

Soon Brett was butt naked on the beach thinking to himself, "I am going to regret this" before running in. He dives in the water when it becomes deep enough. He comes back up to find no one is around him.

Brett panics looking around to seeing no one. "Scott!" he yells. turning to face a different direction now "Scott!!" he yells again. He turns around "Miss me" is all he hears from a familiar voice before seeing a wall of water come crashing against his face. 

Scott laughs at his little joke "laugh it up you tricked the most gullible guy in LA" "Thats why it was so easy to pull on you?" Scott flirts with Brett. Brett feels a hand unfamiliar to his own on his semi hard cock. It pulls his close to Scott. There are two hands placed on his lower back. He feels two cock now. both semi hard and growing as they press against his stomach. Scotts yellow locks are slightly blocking his eyes. Brett reaches up and slides them away. The Brown eyes Brett was melting in earlier are coming towards him. He has never been more nervous then in this moment(s) leading up to when he felt two lips pressing with his. It was a moment before registrations of this kiss really happening kicked in. When it did Brett did what he did best and kissed back, and into the kiss he was receiving he ground in his own passion and love. The kiss broke and the two laid back into the water and floated around. "Want to come back to my place?" The two men stared at each other and knew the answer was yes. They got out and cloaked their nakedness and ushered a cab. 




California Dream Boys



The two men got in for the ride that felt like centuries to Scotts place. They could barely keep their hands off each other from the cab ride to the elevator lift. They get to Scotts door. Scott fumbles around for his keys. Brett being inpatient pined Scott against his door and laid his lips on his lovers it tasted sweeter then when they first kissed in the water naked. Scott finally finds it and puts it in the door to unlock it and they stumble in. They kiss fumble and disrobe each other till they lay on the couch and then floor naked and desiring each other's body. 

It was all innocent kissing and grouping of each others body's till Brett felt a hand tug on his cock. Feeling and looking more like a full 8 inches and thick in the hand of the man he was currently fumbling around with, Brett lays back and let's himself get pampered in loving gestures by Scott. 

Scott jerks off Brett's cock letting it reach full hardness and thickness and he asses the mans assets "Your so well hung my love" Scott says admiring the cock in his hands before slowly licking from the base up to the very top slit on the rounded mushroom head. He slowly teases and slides the full head into his mouth. 

Scott plays a great amount of time to the head of his lovers cock before inch by inch Brett sees his cock disappearing into his mouth. Brett lets out a small moan showing appreciation for what is being done to the slab of meat extending from his waist known as his cock. He runs his fingers through Scotts golden locks and pushes more of his cock into the mouth of his lover building up the pleasure. Scotts head is bobbing up and down on Brett's Cock and the pleasure keeps on building and rising to the occasion. Drops of pre-cum oozes out of the slit on the head of Brett's swelling cock. 

Scott gets his first taste of his lovers juices and wants more but knowns he has to work for it a bit. He straddles Brett's chest and sits on it. Brett runs his hands over Scott's tight abs. He slides his hands down far to reach hold of the ultimate prize of Scott's package. He begins jerk and sucking on Scott's 7 inch cock. The foreskin still attached to his lovers cock he begin to suck and tug on it with his teeth. Brett begins to tug on the cock laid before his eyes and mouth wanting to please Scott like Scott has been pleasing him. 

after some light cock play Scott teases the younger man and pulls away, "you can play latter" he says with a devilish smile forming with his face. Scott sits up more and holds up Brett's rock hard manhood as his ass is lowered into his tight hole.

Slowly Scott takes Brett's cock and the look of pleasure and pain on Scott's face makes Brett more turned on. The moans emitted from Scott's mouth told Brett all he needed to hear. The cries of pleasure get louder and louder with every bit of speed and momentum he builds up riding the cock in his ass. 

Brett is loving every sensation he is feeling of the man he has dreamed of all day bouncing up and down on his waist riding his cock. It's feeling even better then the earlier hand-job he gave himself and doesn't want it to end. Scott gets up though and bends over. 

Brett stands up and mounts his lover from behind slowly teasing the hole he desires to enter on the beautiful man he is laying with this night. His cock slowly probes the ass of Scott and he hears the great job of doing what he desires most pleasing this man. The momentum he builds comes with each thrust in and out of Scott's tight hard ass. Brett's momentum is building more and more. His balls are slapping against Scott's. He reaches around grabbing hold of the other man's cock and jerking it, and tweaking his nipples. He lays sweet kisses on his lips, cheek, neck, and back. "Scott i am going to cum soon I want to cum all over and inside your ass" Brett declares. 

Scott finds that unacceptable and slide off him repositioning to take it all in his mouth and let's his face receive this load. Brett loudly moans and cums at least three ropes on Scott's face, some in his mouth. The rest slowly exits the slit onto his body. Scott and Brett fall over commencing this evening of fucking in the living room tangled in each others arms kissing, and grouping all over till they fade into a state of dreaming sleep together.



California Dream



She raised up on her side, putting her leg over the top of his. Her mouth covering his as her breasts brushed against his chest. She ran her hand through his damp hair pushing it back off of his forehead, gently. She wanted to stay like this with this man forever, but the hours had slipped by so quickly. Soon they would be leaving each other to go back to their separate lives. 9.

She straddled him, not wanting to think about this any longer. She wanted him one last time. She eased down on him, rubbing his cock along the lips of her pussy. Sliding it between them, back and forth, until she was wet and he was hard. Gently taking his cock in her hand, she pushed it back to her opening and slid into her warmth again. A deep sigh coming from her as he entered her.

Taking his hands in hers, she moved up and down on him at a steady pace. Riding him easy, wanting to make this last. Soon she picked up her pace on him, stopping with him buried in her as she clenched his cock and came on his again.

Leaning down, she licked at his chest and nipples, moving lazily on him now. He pushed her gently to the bed and positioned himself between her legs, their bodies forming a T. He lay the width of the bed, she lay the length. Taking her right foot, he placed it between his shoulder and head. Her other leg, she wrapped around his ass.

He thrust into her deep on the first time, hearing her cry out. She pushed her hips down and into him, feeling him bump her cervix each time. They smiled at one another, enjoying the feel of each other.

"Love me, baby!" she whispered to him, looking deep into his eyes. His head bent to hers to meet her lips. His arms pulling her to him, as he pushed hard into her. Eyes closed in ecstasy as he continued to pump in and out of her. His hand sliding over her clit, massaging her as he pushed into her.

"Oh my God, baby!" she cried out, arching her hips and pulling him into her with her leg as he exploded inside her. They lay like this for thirty minutes in one another's arms, drained, neither wanting to move.

"Baby, we better get ready to head back," he whispered to her.

They got up and began putting on their clothes, stopping every so often to touch and kiss one another. Once they had their clothes on again, she came to him. Laying her hand on the side of his face, she gazed into his beautiful cat-like eyes. "I love you, baby. Don't ever forget that!" she whispered.

"Never!" he told her, as he slipped an arm around her, kissing her again. After gathering their 10. things, they left the room and headed back. Their day together coming to an end. They drove in a comfortable silence, neither of them having to say anything. Her fingers brushing along his shoulder. His hand on her thigh. They exchanged glances and smiles every now and then. Everything that mattered had been said during their lovemaking and in the quiet times between their lovemaking sessions.

"Will you try to come back?" he asked.

"Yes," she told him simply.

"Good," he said, squeezing her thigh. His hand slid further up under her dress to touch her one last time.

"Don't start a job you can't finish, love," she joked.

"We both know I can finish the job, baby!" and they both laughed.

He pulled up in front of the apartment, and she leaned across to kiss him lightly one last time. 

"This is not good-bye, baby," she told him as she caressed his face one last time. She turned then and got out of his van. He watched her walk toward the door of the apartment. As she reached the door, she turned back to him and waved. Placing a hand to her lips, she blew him a kiss and mouthed, "I love you, baby!" before disappearing inside.

It had been so hard to let each other go, but they both knew that this would only strengthen their relationship they had already established. Their shared love for one another would stand the test of time, even though their time together may not be in this lifetime. However, both of them knew that their spirits would be entwined from this time on...



California Dreamin'



"Buenos dias, Hermosa" She whispered to me over the phone.

I grin without trying and ask her when her flight leaves. She replies in a few hours. I reply,

"Hurry..."

Our call ends.

Los Angeles will be clocking 90 degrees today, so my phone tells me. From my bed, the morning sun pours in and the sky is crystal clear. The makings of a perfect day. It will be perfect.

I get up and start making sure my apartment is the pillar of additional perfection. She deserves nothing less. 

I finish picking up some groceries from Whole Foods, and check the time. I smile. It's time to get bae...

I stand in the crowded LAX terminal with a bouquet of every purple flower known to man. Had prepared everything weeks in advance to make sure all things were flawless. I'd dressed down, but stylish in black pants- crisp fitted button down, opened at the top, hair back, yet out, curls bouncing. 

My nerves jump every time a flood of people rush by. I look on eagerly. There's a soft poke in my side, which makes me hunch; both startled and tickled. I turn to a smiling beauty. Brown eyes accentuated with a bronze make-up, adding to their brightness. Her soft lips painted with a similar shimmer, and displaying a wide, inviting smile.

Her hair, flowing ever so graciously down her back. A form-fitting green-bronzy dress covering her magnificent curves. I took this in, in a matter of seconds before sweeping her 5'2 frame in and wrapping her with an embrace. I lift her as I hold her against me, noticing that this dress has the back exposed. 

Mmmm, she feels so good and smells amazing. My senses tingled. My pussy followed suit. I gave her the flowers and admired her absolute love for them. As if we were the only two in this hugely public airport, I put her down, looked at her with a smile I couldn't hide and kissed her deeply. She matched my intensity. Two people that missed each other and gave no fucks about expressing it.

"Ready?" I mentioned once our lips parted.

"Yes, baby..." the tone in her voice spoke... I needed to get her home. We had a lot of lost time to make up for. But patience was key. Her first trip to LA, I had to at least show her some of this majestic city first.

We hopped in my ride and headed up the coast. We held hands and gazed at one another as I rounded mountains and terrain. She stared out. The Pacific ocean on one side. Hilly rocks and boulders on the other. Clear sky and beaming sun- She smiled. I did too. She broke into, 'This-my-shit mode' every time a song she loved came on. I lowered the top down on the car and she threw her head back; her hair blowing in the wind.

We stopped and got out to admire the water. I leaned against my ride - admiring her. Watching her kick off her sandals and bury her toes in the sand. She pulled me by my hand to join her. We walked out towards the waters edge. I held her and she hugged me. I looked down at her perfect expression. A satisfied grin. One of those moments in time, where everything is perfect. We kissed. Kissed deep. Then deeper. I reached down and grabbed as much of her round, soft, cheeks as I could in each hand.

"You got on a thong..." I say softly against her ear.

"Would've been less, if I wasn't traveling." She replied. 

I was so fucking turned on. Had been since that morning phone call and all throughout. We need not say more. On the way to my place, I pointed out some of LA's main attractions. From the freeway, I pointed to the Hollywood sign. 

She glanced over at me- touched my cheek. I let my hand rest on her thigh. Rubbed it gently. Glanced over out of the corner of my eye, and slowly moved my hand up. She was playing in my hair; acknowledged my action with a slight curl of her lips. My fingers continued to creep as I drove. One hand moving in curiosity, one hand on the wheel. She slightly parted her legs. I noticed her bite the side of her lip. I found an access point. 

Moist... no. Wet as shit. She lets me rub it a little- she moves from side to side against my fingers...

"I've missed her badly..." I uttered with a timid yearning. She lays her head back.

"I can't wait til we get there."

"Clearly, neither can I."

I reluctantly removed my hand to take my exit. Shortly after, pulling into a subdivision. I parked in the garage of my complex. It was dark. I turned the engine off and put the top up. We stare at each other through the darkness; her hand going back to my face.

She pulls me in and her tongue makes its way to mine. Soft, wet- we suck and lick - hungerly devouring each other. I'm leaning into her, damn near in her seat; she's practically against the window. I lift her leg and it wraps around me, my hand moving up her thigh- her hand moving through my hair. Clutching my neck.

"Fuck!"

She moans ever so softly, as our kissing subsides. Without one more word or action, we barely fix ourselves before hopping out the car. I grab up her bag quickly and lock the door. We hop in the elevator and I press the button to my floor. 

We have that look in our eye. As the floors climb in the empty elevator. She kisses me. My hands are full, so I'm inhibited, but she uses that opportunity to unbutton my shirt. She opens it enough to expose my bra, which she lifts and begins sucking at my already hard nipples. She goes for the pierced one first, sucking like somehow, I provided the breath of life and she was on empty. The elevator stopped on the 5th floor. My floor. The doors, literally opened to my apartment's front door. That didn't stop either of us. Not right away, but once she turned it allowed me to unlock the door. Titties still out and catching a slight breeze. 

I let us in, and she glances over my place ever slightly before asking me where the bedroom is. I turn to her after putting her bag down. I look at her, remove my half buttoned shirt and back her against the wall. The look in my eyes and painted on my face read: hunger. She relaxed, submissively as I scooped her up and pinned her to the wall. I held her thighs, her ass; palmed and massaged as I kissed and sucked at her neck. Her scent wafting in my nose. Her sounds faintly making me weak and strong all at once. She held onto me and whispers she needs me to fuck her right now... no other permission was needed. 

I quickly pulled us from the wall and carried her, while not pulling my lips from her soft skin, to my bedroom. I laid her on my bed and pulled her dress over her head. Her titties bounced and sat to greet me at eye level. Two silver barbells piercing each nipple. I admired the perfection of her soft honey complexion. I removed my pants, revealing lacy boyshorts. She watched. Her eyes trailing over my body. She sat back on her elbows as I started at one nipple. Licking, softly. Slowly. I pulled it into my mouth and suckled. Let my teeth graze past before sucking again. I trailed my tongue to the second. Her hand, caressing my head, gently guiding me. My hands trailed down the sides of her body and my mouth followed a similar pattern with kisses leading from her stomach right to the spot in between her legs. My thumb pushed passed the string of her thong and played with her slick slit. Oozing the pre-cum a woman secrets when her body is screaming out for action. My finger-play only got her wetter. Got her hyped to the point where her body couldn't take the teasing any longer. 

"Baby, please..." 

My weakness... I didn't want her nor my taste buds to have to wait any longer. I took off the piece of material and spread her legs and placed my tongue on the wettest part of her pussy. She almost immediately melted. Her body, semi-relieved at just the mere feeling. I ate like my life depended on it. In that moment, it almost did. I was weak for her. Eating her was all I wanted to do. Right then, the world could have crumbled around us and it wouldn't have stopped me from eating her pussy. 

My tongue dove deep. I used my tongue like a dick- diving deeper with each thrust. Over and over again. She moaned and grabbed my hair; grunted my name. She moved her hips as I securely, locked them in place with my arms. I spread her wide. Her pussy getting wetter. Slicker. She grabbed my hair in a tight grip and managed the words just barely... "I'm c--" before she could finish, I was swallowing her words. Cum rained onto my tongue as she tensed- tensed up and held me against her. While I had her in ecstasy, I freed my fingers and dove them straight into her. She jolted back with a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"YES!" I fucked her pussy as she was still cumming. She came again - the faster and harder I drove myself into her. She screamed and moaned my name like it was the only word she knew. I managed to make it to her lips, still inside her. I kissed her, hungrily. She matched my intensity with all the energy she could, still caught up. Still being fucked. Slower, I went hard, but slow. She wrapped her legs against my waist. Her body, melding with mine. She uttered, unexpectedly for me to put my pussy in her face. She was hungry too. I didnt want to be greedy, happily, changing positions so that she could taste the nectar she'd created between my legs. 

I removed my panties and gave her what she wanted, spreading my hips across her face. She placed her wet tongue right in the middle of my pussy. Opening my lower lips with the tip of her tongue and licking and sucking at my clit. I arched my back and moved and grinded against her actions as she held me right where she wanted me. She'd discovered a spot that had me going nuts. I tried to escape, unwilling to handle what she was giving. I squirmed but she wouldn't let go. My cum started to escape me. My pussy literally on the verge of a monsoon. 

She snaked her way up, never breaking the strokes her tongue fed me, and managed to position herself behind me, now I'm in doggy position. She drives two fingers deep into my core and I explode a rush of liquid all over her fingers. She dives in deeper this time. Harder this time. I cum harder than before- more than before. She's fucking me silly. Fucking me numb. Fucking me until my cum is in a puddle under us. I collapse. Breathing-moaning - she doesn't stop, just lays against me and keeps thrusting. I'm tapped out- trying to manage to tell her, I can't. She relentlessly keeps moving through my sopping, juiciness; fingers slipping and sliding. I turn my head, sorta smirk and she lets me turn on my back. I have her straddle me. If she's not gonna stop, I want in on the action. I enter her as she's on top. Both of us, securely inside of one another, flexing and straining against fucking the shit out of the other, me thrusting my hips forward. She's riding my fingers with an intense slow-wind. Circular motions. In and out.

"Fuck..." 

A moan. A cry. Every ounce of energy matched with every ounce of cum, both raining milky orgasms until neither one of us can move. She collapses on top of me. Her head on my chest- both of us glistening. Our heavy breath rising and falling to our matched heart rate. I wrap my tired arms around her body. Love the fit of her snugly secure within my embrace. 

... There are dinner reservations at 8 - a candle lit bath ready to be drawn -- brunch getting cold -- yet, here we are almost asleep - against the suns rays, shining in on our spent bodies.

"I'm not letting you leave, you know that, right?" I manage barely above a whisper. She manages a sexy, lazy grin...



California Dreamin'



*Ding! Ding!*

"Well, Frank, it was nice to meet you," I say as I stand to shake the short, balding man's hand across the table from me.

"It's was great to meet you too, Cecelia! Hopefully we can see more of each other again sometime, eh? I have a thing for blondes." He gives me a little wink and a wide grin.

I let out an uncomfortable laugh and smile a little bit too big for the occasion. "Yeah, maybe!" I say a little bit too loudly. As Frank walks off, I sit back down and take out my pad of paper. 'Number 4, Frank, no way in hell you're getting a second date with me!' I think to myself.

I had never gone speed dating before. My friend, Kara, suggested I try it out after my boyfriend, Chandler, of two years broke up with me six months ago. I mean, it was more like I told him we should get married and he told me he wanted to become a polygamist. Kara was there to hold me while I sobbed, dry my tears, and throw me back into my life when I thought I couldn't get it together. "It's time to get over that dickhead, CeCe! The best way to get over one man is to get under another."

"Kara, your only solution to any problem is to get under a man," I said as I gazed at her through puffy, wet eyes.

"Well that's because it's the best solution!" Kara smiled at me and I laughed. A small laugh but it was the first wisp of happiness I had felt in weeks.

So despite my hemming and hawing, I am speed dating on a Friday night with some of LA's finest bachelors. Kara is a few tables away from me, probably using her charm and huge breasts to win over every guy here. She said she was here for moral support but I know it's just an excuse to flaunt herself. I take out my phone and text to her, 'Is it over yet? Frank just told me about his upcoming dental surgery...' I click send and watch Kara's face as she reads the text. She bursts out laughing and shakes her head at me. Everyone turns and gives her horrified looks but she ignores them. I feel a vibration in my pocket and read, 'It will get better. Just relax and have fun!'

I sigh and move to put my phone away. As I grab my purse, my hand slips and the bag tumbles to the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. I mutter something under my breath and drop to my knees to collect my things. I grab various tubes of makeup, my phone, wallet and gum but as I try to come to my feet, my head slams on the underside of the table. I drop back down to my knees I feel as if I am about to tip over when a pair of strong hands grabs my shoulders to steady me.

"Whoa there! Are you okay, miss?"

I look up to see a tall, dark, and very handsome man staring down at me with a worried expression. His eyes are a deep hazel brown, his lips are thick and firm and I cannot stop staring at him. "Um...yes, I'm fine thank you." I manage to tear my eyes away from his strikingly handsome face and touch my fingers to the small lump on the back of my head. "I just hit my head under the table. I'm okay now, really."

"Let me help you to your seat. And if this is your table, I believe I'm your next date."

'Oh God,' I think as my face turns beat red, 'this God-like creature is my next date!' I slowly get up from the floor and sit down in my chair. I take a sip of my water and watch the man sit down across from me, giving other patrons silent nods to indicate that I am going to be fine. He must be at least six feet tall, about half a foot taller than my five feet, five inch frame. He smiles and leans back, resting one arm over the back of his chair and the other in front of him on the table. His dark mocha skin looks warm and soft and his shaved head reflects the dim light of the ceiling. I hear him laugh and realize I have been staring at him dumbly for the past thirty seconds with an empty glass at my lips. 

"Are you sure you're okay, dear?"

My eyes widen and I close my lips as I place the glass back on the table. A waiter immediately comes over to me to refill my glass. "Yes. I'm sorry, I...you're just very handsome." I confess as my cheeks blush deep crimson.

The man lets out a deep, booming laugh the causes Frank to glare at my table. "Well thank you. You're very beautiful as well. And your name is?"

"Oh, sorry. My name is Cecelia." I stick out my hand to him and he accepts it. His hand is large and wide, like a lion's paw, and equally as warm and soft.

"I'm Rich. It is a pleasure to meet you." He leans forward and kisses the top of my hand. A shiver floods my body as his lips brush my knuckles. "So, Cecelia, what do you do here in LA?"

"You can call me CeCe. Or Cecilia. Or whatever you want." My eyes are showing how intimidated I am by this God of a man while my flushed cheeks admit how flustered by his presence. "And I'm a dance professor at UCLA. I moved here four years ago from Boston."

"I prefer to call you Cecilia. It is such a beautiful name, but I'm sure you hear that a lot. And that's pretty exciting, although LA is nothing like Boston, especially in the fall. I'm sure you know that as well."

I smile at the thought of my hometown in the fall; the red, green, and yellow leaves blowing in the wind, carving pumpkins with my younger brother every Halloween, warm clam chowder and Dunkin Donuts iced coffee all year round. "Yes, fall in Boston is wicked nice. But my birthday is in the spring and I love fresh flowers so it's a toss-up as to which is my favorite season. What about you, Rich? What are you doing here in LA?"

"Well, I'm a..."

*Ding! Ding!*

"Damn, that's the bell. I suppose I have to switch tables." I let out a soft sigh and nod. "Cecilia, it was really great to meet you. I would like to get to know you better and I hope you feel the same way. Enjoy the rest of your dates." Rich stands and grins, picking up my hand and giving it another light kiss. I can't seem to find the words to say so I just smile and nod and watch him walk away toward the next table. 

I snap back into reality when my phone buzzes. I open my purse and see a message from Kara, saying, 'Holy shit girl! Get that fine chocolate ass!' I just shake my head and give Kara a 'behave yourself' look. The rest of the dates pass by, but I don't really pay attention. I go through the motions, not because the men are ugly or boring or bland, but because all I can think about it Rich. At the end of the fifteen dates, I give over my evaluations. The only person I have requested a second date from is Rich. I give my sheet over to the girl at the desk, who says I will be emailed in a few days with my results. 

* * *

Waiting for anything is the bane of my existence. Many times I drink cold tea because I just hate waiting for water to boil, so waiting for the email from the speed dating service is my worst nightmare! I check my emails on my iPhone every fifteen minutes but I there is nothing except Amazon.com promotions and spam letters about new erectile dysfunction pills. When I wake up Sunday morning and check my phone, the e-mail has arrived! I see that quite a few of the guys asked for a second date, including Frank, but the only name I care about is Rich's. I scroll half way down the list and squeal like a school girl, kicking off the covers and flailing around when I see Rich's name and email address. My cat, Dante, jumps off the bed with a displeased look from being disturbed. I sit up and call Kara immediately and tell her the good news. "Girl, I'm so excited for you! He was funny and polite and damn, he was fine! E-mail him ASAP!" 

Just as she says those words, an e-mail pops up in my inbox from an unknown email address. "Hold on Kara." I click the message and when it opens, my jaw drops. I read it out loud to Kara. "Hello Cecilia, I hope your head is okay from the bump the other night. Are you still up for a second date? I look forward to hearing from you. Sincerely, Rich."

I squeal again. "Kara, he already emailed me! He really wants that second date!"

"Go for it girl! You deserve it. Got to run but give me all the details later, okay? Kisses!"

"Okay, talk later. Kisses." I hang up and lay back on my pillows. Giddy with excitement, I open a new email and type a quick response to Rich, suggesting the following Friday night for dinner. I spend the rest of the day with a bright glow across my face, eagerly awaiting Rich's response.

* * *

As the week progresses, my excitement builds. It is obvious to everyone at school that something good happened over the weekend. My students ask me what is going on because I have not been this happy since I won a hundred dollars on a scratch ticket last September. My barista at Starbucks gives me a little wink and draws hearts on my chai tea latte in sharpie. She has a sixth sense for these kinds of things. Dante seems more playful than usual. My movement is more fluid, my body relaxed and at ease. My choreography is lively and fun for the first time in months. Rich and I exchange a few texts during the week. Rich is always very busy during the day but he tries to find time to send me at least one text or email to let me know he is thinking of me.

On Friday, after the long, painful week of anticipation, I relax with a hot bubble bath. I inhale the scent of my almond and aloe body scrub as I the soapy water run over my D-cup breasts. I rake my hands through my thick, dirty blonde hair and trail my fingertips down my neck, over my breasts, down my stomach and stop at my hairless pussy. It has been a long times since I have pleasured myself, or had anyone pleasure me for that matter, but I feel a deep fire burning inside me when I think about spending an evening with Rich.

I tickle my clit, warming it up with the heat from the water. I close my eyes and think of Rich, imagining that this is his hand teasing me. I feel his index and middle fingers slip inside me and I purr from the touch. His fingers move slowly, in and out, taking their sweet time to explore me. I run my other hand over my hard nipples and pinch them, which sends sparks of heat to my pussy.

"Do you like my long, thick fingers inside of you, Cecelia?" Rich asks in my fantasy.

"Yes Rich, I love them inside me." I groan out load. I reach for the removable shower head and submerge it in the tub, sending cool streams of water shooting at my lady bits. The mixture of hot and cold is a wonderful sensation. I picture Rich leaning over the tub with his hand between my legs, watching my expression of pleasure as his fingers continue to work their magic all over my body. I moan for more and whisper Rich's name as I get closer to the edge of climax. When it hits me, my body shudders. I float in the bathtub for a few minutes, enjoying the feelings of warmth and joy before I fall back to reality.

I drain the tub and towel off. I stand naked in front of the vanity in my bedroom as I comb my long wavy hair. My breasts sway from side to side and my wide hips look fuller and wider. I turn my behind to the mirror and stand on my tiptoes to admire my curvaceous ass then turn back around and face the mirror. "Cecelia, you are beautiful," I declare. I always like to pep myself up before a big event. Dante meows in agreement from on top of my dresser.

I walk over to the dresser and give him a little nuzzle and scratch on the head. I open a drawer and chose a matching cream colored lace bra and panties. I pull on a pair of black jeans with a tucked in cream blouse, top buttons undone to as to show off the girls a little bit. I add a coral blazer, black kitten heels, and a long gold necklace. My hair falls over my shoulder, curling around the curves of my breasts and I decide to leave it down instead of pulling it back into a low pony tail.

I arrive at the restaurant right on time and find our designated meeting place at the bar. Sheer panic washes over me when Rich is not there. I walk to the bar and order a martini because even though I do not like vodka, my mind can't form the words of anything else. 'Oh God, he bailed on my. Or worse, he forgot! Oh no, this is the worst day of my life.' When the cocktail arrives, I down half of it, grimacing at its sharp taste in the back of my throat. I put the glass down, take a deep breath and regain my composure. "Okay CeCe," I say softly but aloud, "Stop overacting. This cannot be that bad. He's just running late. It's not like you're some swamp monster, you're a beautiful woman." I bring the glass to my lips and finish the martini.

I feel hot breath on my neck. "Yes, you're a very beautiful woman indeed." A coughing fit ensues as I literally choke down the rest of my drink and I turn around to see Rich giving me a concerned look.

With tears in my eyes, I try to speak and wave Rich away. "I'm fine, *cough cough*, no really *cough*, I just *cough* need one *cough cough* minute." After I get a good breathe in my lungs, I wipe the tears from my eyes and try to smile at Rich. "Sorry about that, you just caught me off guard when you snuck up on me."

"I'm the one who should be sorry. I almost killed you on our first real date!" And there's that warm, infectious smile again. Oh I could get lost in that smile... "And no, you are most definitely not a swamp monster."

My face burns hot with embarrassment. Thankfully, at the same moment, the waiter comes over to show us to our table. He brings us to a booth in a dimly lit, secluded corner of the restaurant. We settle in opposite each other and take our menus. "Do you like wine, Cecelia?" Rich asks, opening the wine list.

"Yes," I say, trying to hide my face in my menu while my blushing continues from my earlier coughing fit. "I prefer reds, usually Merlot or Cabernet but I will drink anything you order."

"A bottle of red Merlot, please." Rich tells the waiter. "I happen to love Merlot." I can hear the smile in Rich's voice. "So Cecelia, tell me a bit more about yourself."

I look up from my menu. "I already told you a bit about myself," I say as I relax a little bit and lean back against the leather seat. "You were the one who got cut off during the speed date, so why don't you tell me about yourself."

He follows my movement and relaxes against the booth. "Well, I am a lawyer. That's why I was so busy this week at work; big trial coming up. Anyway, I moved to California when I got accept into my top law school after college. I've been living here for about ten years and I've loved every minute of it."

The wine arrives along with a basket of fresh artisan bread, whipped butter and seasoned olive oil. The waiter pours Rich a small glass of wine to taste. He takes a sip and nods in satisfaction. The waiter tops off his glass and fills mine. Rich raises his glass and asks, "What shall we toast to?"

I raise my glass to meet his. "Here's to actually meeting a decent person on a speed date."

Rich laughs heartily. "I will most definitely drink to that."

We touch glasses and I let the warm, red liquid run down my throat, coating my mouth with the sweet sour taste of grapes. I close my eyes and savor the flavor. "I love the first sip of wine." When I open my eyes, I see Rich smiling with his glass in hand. I give him a shy smile. "I went to Tuscany with my ex, Chandler a couple years back. I tasted some of the smoothest and most delicious wines of my life on that tour. My ex was a total douchebag...but that's a story for another occasion."

Rich sets his glass back down. "I would love to go to Tuscany. I've heard beautiful things about it."

The waiter comes back to take our orders. Rich orders a roasted chicken breast stuffed with rosemary and goat cheese and a medley of vegetables. I order braised rack of lamb with a red wine reduction, whipped garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus. Rich breaks open a roll and steam rises up to meet my nostrils. The scent makes my mouth salivate and I reach for one as well. "You like lamb?" Rich asks as he butters half of the bread.

"Oh, yes. I love lamb! Only if it's cooked well, though. This restaurant's lamb is absolutely to die for." The salty hot bread mixed with the creamy, sweet butter tastes delicious. "And their rolls are really good," I say as I stuff my mouth. "Sorry, I haven't eaten since lunch. I teach late afternoon lessons on Fridays." I swallow and continue, "I may be a dancer but I have this crazy passion for food and I really love to eat."

Rich swallows his bite and smiles again. "Good. I love a woman who loves to eat." We munch on our rolls and sip wine as I tell Rich about my job as a dance professor. We talk about our families, our passions and about traveling the world, which seems to be a commonality on each of our bucket lists. We both enjoy good food and wine, traveling both alone and with friends, and each other's company. When dinner comes, the lamb is cooked to perfection and Rich agrees; its best lamb he has ever tasted.

We move back to the bar after dinner for drinks. He tells me more about his family in Georgia and I elaborate on mine in Boston. We discuss sports, food, politics, and love. We exchange heartbreaks and heartfelt moments, stories and experiences, and before we know it, it is one in the morning and the bartender is making the last call. I turn around and look at the clock. "It's already one! I completely lost track of time. I hope you didn't have another date after mine." I raise an eyebrow and then wink. Rich laughs and shakes his head.

"I had nowhere to be, but here with you. And it has been a wonderful evening, Cecelia." We both stand and I wobble a bit from all of the wine, not to mention my pep talk with my martini before dinner. Rich leans over and holds me by the arm to steady me and softly kisses my cheek. It surprises me but it is a sweet gesture and of course I blush uncontrollably. "It has truly been a pleasure. Did you drive here or would you like a ride home?"

"I drove here. Thank you though."

Rich helps me into my light jacket and we walk out to the parking lot together. We hug and he kisses my cheek again. When he starts to pull his face away, a mix of the cool air and alcohol kick in and I grab his cheeks in my hands and pull his lips to mine for a fierce kiss. I can taste the rich red wine on his tongue. We break our kiss, both breathless and smiling. "Wow, Cecilia. You are full of surprises."

"Thank you for a wonderful evening, Rich." He opens the driver's side door for me and I step in.

"It was my pleasure. Have a good night, drive safe." He shuts the door for me and I start the car. I watch Rich get into his car, start the engine and pull out of the parking lot. As I drive away in the opposite direction, I can't help but smile.

* * *

I have not been this frazzled since I moved to California. The weekend was blissful after my date with Rich. I slept in on Saturday morning, waking feeling happy and refreshed. Kara and I got pedicures and coffee and I told her all about my date with Rich. She scolded me for keeping my hands out of his pants but I don't want to rush things. I Skyped with my mom back home and she made my younger brother try on his suit for his senior prom for me. Sunday I woke to a 'good morning Cecelia' text from Rich and the day followed with a lot of relaxing with Dante and preparing some notes and ideas class this week. Then Monday morning hit me like a sack of bricks.

The department head called to tell me she hates my upcoming showcase performance pieces. This means I have to change everything within the next three weeks. I have an email from a very angry, very rich parent of a student who I didn't put in my showcase. My boss told me I have to appease them because they are paying for the showcase. My mom called because my dad ruptured his Achilles tendon and will be in a full leg cast for at least two months. Rich has a big case and is in court all week so he tells me we won't have much time to talk. The icing on the cake was forgetting to pay my lighting bill last month. Therefore, I have no lights at home until my payment kicks in. And unlike Dante, I do not have night vision.




California Dreamin'



It's Wednesday afternoon and I am lying on the floor of my office, meditating and practicing deep breathing to keep myself from crying, when there's a knock on the door. I take one last breath and get to my feet. My head pounds and I rub my temples to keep the impeding migraine at bay. I open the door to see a man dressed in white with the fakest smile plastered across his face holding a massive bouquet of flowers. "Hello! Are you Miss. Cecelia Warner?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well, these are for you." The man pushed the bouquet of flowers forward and into my arms. Orange sunfowers, dark magenta lilies, yellow chrysanthemums, and donut sized Gerber daisies in pastel colors are all tied together with a thick white ribbon.

I cannot think of the words to say. I am shocked and surprised that someone would send me this gorgeous arrangement. "Wow! Thank you so much." I take the flowers from him and go back into my office. I notice a small white envelope hiding between the thick stalks. I peel back the flap and read the small, typed print. It reads, 'You don't strike me as a rose woman. I hope I was right. Dinner with me Saturday, 8 o'clock?'

There are so many thoughts running through my mind and so many emotions flooding my body. I say out loud, "A man actually bought me flowers! My douchebag ex never bought me anything that was a surprise in the two years we were together." I grab my phone and punch in Rich's phone number. I know he won't answer his cell if he's in court but I hope they are on a recess and he can talk for a minute.

When the phone connects, I hold in a school girl scream of excitement. "This is Richard Sands."

"Hi!" My voice squeaks a bit and I clear my throat. "Hi, Rich. It's me, CeCe. Thank you so much for the flowers! They are absolutely gorgeous."

I can hear the happiness in his voice when he speaks. "You are very welcome, Cecelia. So what do you say about that date?"

"It sounds wonderful. I can't wait! But listen, I have to get back to work. Thank you again and I'll see you on Saturday?"

"Sounds great. Text me your address and I'll pick you up around seven thirty. Good luck with the rest of your week, hun."

When the phone clicks off, a sense of emptiness fills my body. Just hearing his voice fills me with love and hope and I wish I could listen to his voice all day. I place my phone on the table and sink down into my plush desk chair, clutching the bouquet to my chest. I close my eyes and pull a lily to my nose and breathe deeply, the scent of pollen and fresh water filling my nostrils. Then inspiration strikes me. I decide these flowers will be my inspiration for the showcase! It's perfect. I arrange the bouquet on the floor and set myself down next to it with my writing pad and assorted pens and colored pencils. "This is it, CeCe. This is where you're showcase is going."

* * *

"You look absolutely stunning."

I smile and my face turns bright pink at the compliment. I am standing in the doorway of my house and I watch as Rich's eyes scan up and down my body. The cream colored pumps elongate my legs while the black dress is like a second skin, hugging my curves. Kara insisted I wear it. "Trust me, Rich will be drooling over your goodies before you even get to the restaurant." I grab a light cream colored jacket and my purse and lock the door behind me. We descend the stairs and Rich holds the door to his Lexus open for me. "So, where are we going?" I ask curiously after we settle into the car.

"Do you trust me, Cecelia?"

This is only our second date but I would trust this man with my life. He makes butterflies flutter in my stomach and when he smiles, he smiles with his entire body. I feel completely open and relaxed with Rich. "Yes. I trust you."

"Good. Then you don't need to worry about where we're going."

I turn my face to the window and smile. We pull out of the driveway, drive a few miles down the road, and then merge onto the freeway. The L.A. skyline comes into view and we sit in comfortable silence as we cruise down the highway. After a short fifteen minute drive, we pull off the highway and wind through the streets. We pull into a small paved parking lot in front of a building shaded by a few palm trees. The humming of the car engine settles and I unbuckle myself and turn slightly in my seat. "Opaque? What's that?"

Rich unbuckles himself and turns to me, smiling. "You've never heard of Opaque before? Do you live under a rock, Cecelia?"

"No! I just...I don't get out much. My ex liked to stay at home and watch movies on Netflix."

"Well this is really going to be something then." He gets out of the car and comes around to open the door for me. As we walk, Rich places his hands on my lower back. I get goose bumps from his touch, but I smile from the feeling.

The interior of the restaurant is dimly lit. Candles send flickers of light dancing across the walls of the bar where other guests sit, waiting to be seating. Rich and I walk up to the hostess desk where there is a strikingly beautiful woman taking names. She is slender with long blonde hair, dark glasses and a warm smile. "Reservation for Sands, please." The woman begins typing and I notice she is not looking at the computer screen. After a few seconds of watching her, I realize the woman is blind. Another woman walks over to us, her hair a captivating shade of burnt orange that is pulled back into a low pony tail. She has similar dark glasses and is waving a white stick in front of her. When it touches the maître d's table, she reaches out her hand.

"Good evening, Mr. Sands," the maître d' says sweetly. "This is Leanne. She will be your server tonight. Have you been to Opaque before?"

My mouth falls wide open. I stare straight at the hostess and grip Rich's arms as if I'm going to fall over. "I've been here before but my lady friend here has not."

"Excellent. Well, Leanne is going to take you to the bar and she will explain how it works here at Opaque." Leanne takes our menus and begins to walk toward the bar, using her stick to guide the way. We sit down at a three person table together and begin to look over our menus.

"Welcome back to Opaque, Mr. Sands."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Rich gives her a soft hand shake then slips his hand from hers.

"I'm Cecelia." I reach out my hand and see that I am shaking. When Leanne takes my hand, she notices.

"Don't be nervous, Cecelia. This is going to be a wonderful, new experience for you." She smiles at me and releases my hand. "Here at Opaque, we offer a unique dining experience: Our guests dine in the dark. This allows our guests to use their other four principle senses to experience a meal. Our servers are all blind or visually impaired and have been trained to serve in this environment. You will choose your main entrée now and I will take your coats and bags to the coat room before entering the dining room. Do you have any questions?"

I stare at my menu as I try to grasp the concept at hand. 'Eating in the dark?' I think to myself. I shake my head, only to realize again that Leanne is blind. "No, thank you," I manage to respond, out loud.

"I'll give you a few minutes to look over the menu. Please let me know if you have any allergies." Leanne gets up and heads back to the hostess desk.

I am so nervous I can hardly form coherent words, let alone read a full menu. I go with my gut and decide on the chicken menu while Rich chooses the beef. Leanne comes back to the table and gives us directions for the next part of the evening. "Rich, please stand behind Cecelia and place your hands on her shoulders. Cecelia, I am going to walk in front of you and you can put your hands on my shoulders." Rich walks behind me and places his paws on the sides of my neck. His hands are warm and he runs his thumbs up and down my collar bones, causing goose bumps to dot my skin. I place my hands on Leanne's back. "Okay, follow me." The blonde hostess opens a curtain and we walk forward.

I cannot see anything. I have never been enveloped in so much darkness before. My breathing starts to speed up and I feel like I am going to have a panic attack but Rich's hands instinctively tighten around my shoulders. "I'm fine," I whisper in the darkness.

"Stop now." I stop in my tracks and Leanne steps away from my hands. I instantly start to panic again. A bead of sweat drips between my breasts and I can hear my heart pounding in my chest over the low murmur of other conversations. "Cecelia, turn to your right. Take a small step forward and you will be standing behind your chair. Rich, take my hand." Rich drops his hands and I begin to inch forward.

There are so many thoughts running through my head. What happens if I spill something? What if I can't find my mouth while eating? What if I have to pee? "Oh God, do not fuck this up, CeCe," I whisper to myself. I take a small step forward and my knee bumps the chair. I grab my seat and pull myself towards it as relief slowly replaces the fear coursing through my veins.

I inhale deeply and listen to the soft murmurs of conversation around me. The smell of curry powder stings my nostrils. I stare straight ahead of me, looking for Rich's warm smile and caring eyes, but only find darkness. "Rich. Rich, where are you?" I ask with panic rising in my voice.

"I'm right here, Cecelia."

"Well, where is right here?" I say with a quiet but sharp whisper.

"Right here." I feel a hand on my left thigh. Rich's fingers brush over my leg and up the side of my body. I shiver at his touch. His hand finds mine and the warm, wetness of his lips make contact with the dry skin of my knuckle. I bring his paw to my face and run his smooth, chocolate fingers over my cheeks, lips, nose, and chin, letting my head rest in his hand. Rich holds my chins and pulls me forward.

"You are beautiful, Cecelia. Even in the dark," he whispers. I hear a chair squeak and feel hot breath on my forehead. "I'm right here to your left. Don't worry; you are going to be fine." When he kisses me, all my worries and reservations melt away. I close my eyes and tilt my head up and he kisses my nose, each cheek, and finally my lips.

This kiss is different from other kisses. It fills me with warmth that spreads through my entire body. I bring my hand up and feel his face. I feel how his ears are perfectly symmetrical, his chin is strong and sharp, his nose smooth and long. When we part, I bring his hand to my face and guide it over my lips, which are curled up into a smile. He takes my hand and reciprocates, running my fingers gently over his own beaming grin.

Rich sits back down and I find the arms of my own chair to settle myself just as Leanne brings our starter course. I run my hands up the table until I touch the cool porcelain plate. I move my hands left and right and find a fork and a knife, but when I touch them, I freeze. "Rich," I whisper. "Can I use my hands? Like, is that...allowed?"

"Yes, Cecelia. I think that's allowed." I can sense the playfulness in his voice. "Just be careful you don't burn yourself on anything or stab yourself."

"Oh, thanks," I respond playfully. I touch the sides of my plate and lift it to my nose. I inhale deeply, smelling an exotic mix of lemon, olive oil, vinegar and sweet tomatoes. I place the plate back down and slide my index fingers toward the middle of the plate. I pick up a piece of lettuce and a sliver of tomato and put it in my mouth. The dressing is light but has spicy and tangy notes from pepper and the vinegar. The tomato is cool and sweet, the lettuce crisp and fresh. As I eat, I taste pieces of sweet fennel, slices of tart apple, salty olives and creamy goat cheese. I eat the salad slowly, enjoying every bite that I put in my mouth. 

The second course comes and I use the same technique as I did with the salad. The scent of the dish is rosemary and garlic with a creamy and buttery undertone. I explore the plate with my fingers, careful not to burn myself on whatever is in front of me. I feel the crispy skin of half a roasted chicken and something soft. After I taste it, I realize it's whipped mashed potatoes with butter, sweet cream, and roasted garlic. I let out a moan of enjoyment as I suck the smooth potatoes from my fingers.

"Enjoying your dinner?" Rich asks, placing a heavy hand on my leg.

"Oh yes, very much. Would you like a taste?"

"Yes please."

Holding the chicken in one hand, I tear off a piece of the tender meat with some of the skin and swirl it around in the potatoes. I take Rich's hand from my leg and lift it up. I feel him lightly grasp my wrist and I tell him, "Now bring my other hand to your mouth". I give him my opposite hand holding the morsels of heaven and it feels like it's floating in air until my fingers touch his lips. "Open up," I say playfully. I feel his lips turn up and open. I slip my fingers in his mouth and let him suck the food off.

"Good?"

A groan escapes Rich's throat. "Oh my God, yes! That was delicious." There is movement in the darkness and Rich pulls my arm toward him. I lean forward and feel his hot breath on my neck. "Maybe I could taste you later." I blush and giggle to myself as I pull my hand away and turn back to my dinner.

"How are we doing over here," Leanne asks.

"Great. Could we have dessert to go, please?"

"Yes, of course. Are you both all set with your dinner?"

"I am," says Rich. "Are you, Cecilia?"

"Yes, thank you."

I hear shuffling and someone takes my plate away. I feel Rich's palm on my thigh again and I take his hand as he leads me to my feet. I follow him behind Leanne and she takes us into a very dimly lit room to let our eyes adjust to the light. Rich sits down on the red leather couch and pulls me down next to him. He casually drapes his arm around my shoulders and we kiss a light but affectionate kiss. "How was dinner?"

"It was amazing! Thank you so much for taking me here, Rich."

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it. You seem to be a very passionate person, especially when it comes to food so I thought you would appreciate the experience. What would you like to do now?"

I look up at him, taking in his dark skin and warm brown eyes. I can feel his muscled arm resting lightly across my shoulders and I notice how well our bodies fit together. His wide and welcoming smile is so sexy and the words come out of my mouth before I can stop myself. "You," I state simply.

Rich's eyes narrow and his smile broadens, giving me a smolderingly sensual look. "Me what?" he asks playfully.

I bite my lip and look away. "You asked me what I'd like to do now," I say before I turn back to Rich and meet his gaze. "And right now all I would like to do is you."

Rich gives my shoulder a gentle squeeze and looks me up and down, drinking me in. I stand up from the couch and reach down to pull him up. He places his hand in mine and he stands up. We walk to the coat check and get our jackets and pick up our dessert. We leave the restaurant hand in hand and make our way to the car.

Once we are outside of Opaque, Rich grabs my face in his hands and kisses me hard on the mouth. I drop the dessert on the ground and wrap my arms around his neck to pull him in and kiss him back passionately, with lips, teeth, and tongue twisting together. I have to pull away from him to catch my breath. "Maybe we should take this back to my place."

"You read my mind, baby," Rich says with a smile.

We quickly get in the car and drive back to my place, the sexual tension rising with every mile. When we pull off the highway and I see my house in the distance, butterflies swarm in my stomach with anticipation. Rich pulls into my driveway and parks the car. Before he can even get the keys out of the ignition, I jump over the center console and devour his mouth. He pulls me onto his lap and I straddle him, my dress riding up around my waist. He grips my ass with his hands and pulls me down onto his growing cock. I paw at the car door and finally manage to get it open. I practically fall out and flash the neighbors, pulling him behind me towards the front door while I tug down my skirt. I fumble for my keys in my purse but Rich pushes me up against the door and closes his mouth over mine again. I moan with pleasure and try desperately to feel for my keys while Rich's teeth graze my jaw and down my neck. Once I get the keys in my hand, I turn in Rich's arms and jimmy the lock so the door springs open and we fall into the entrance way.

We are a tangle of bodies hot with passion. Rich tries to take of my jacket while I to kick off my heels and my hands work the buttons on his shirt as our lips intertwine. We move into the living room to continue our ravenous undressing but I lose my balance. I land on Rich and we both fall onto the couch laughing, breaking our kiss for the first time since we put the car in park.

Rich pulls my head down to kiss him but I stop him. "Wait. I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I don't usually do this on the second date. But I just...I don't know. There's just something about you and this feels right."

Rich puts a finger on my lips to silence me. "Please Cecelia, you don't have to explain anything. I know what you mean and I feel it too; this connection between us is unreal. But if you want to wait, I respect you for that."

I smile and part my lips to let my tongue dart out to his finger. Rich bites his lip and groans as I flick my tongue over the pad of his finger. "No," I say with confidence as I straddle Rich's lap. "I want you right now, Rich. I need you right now." I pull Rich's face towards me and kiss him. Rich puts his arms around me and stands up from the couch. I cross my legs behind his back and smile through the kiss. "Bedroom. Second floor. Don't trip on Dante. He likes to sleep at the top of the stairs when I'm not home."

We make our way up the staircase slowly, paying close attention not to disturb Dante all while staying interlocked in every physical way possible. Rich cradles my behind in his hands as I run my fingers over the smooth skin of his face and scalp. I am drunk on happiness as we enter the room and Rich drops me down on the bed.

I stare up at Rich, giving myself a moment to take in how he looks right now. He is standing tall and confident, his legs shoulder width apart and arms open at his side. His shirt is half untucked and half unbuttoned, giving him a sexy air of disorder. I can see how big his muscles are; every contour is defined, from his toned abs to pectorals and shoulder; everything is hard and pulsing with need. The top button of his pants is undone and I love how his cock looks inside his trousers, how it is pulling at the fabric to break free. I can feel him doing the same for me: noticing how my contoured legs hang off the bed, seeing my knees parted slightly, how I lean back on my arms with my chest out, my breasts falling out of the top of my dress, my hair off my shoulders and down my back.

I slide myself forward to the edge of the bed and I am at eye level with his cock. I reach out finish unbuttoning and untucking his shirt. I run my hands over his abs, feeling every fiber tense under his chocolate skin. I lift myself up, run my thumbs over his dark nipples and begin kissing him. I start with a passionate kiss on the lips, then move to his cheeks, chin, soft nibbles on the neck, and trail my way down his body with my tongue.

Rich's body is hard with eagerness and when I look up from his lower abs, his eyes are closed, lips parted slightly. I unzip his pants and pull them down, taking a few minutes to tease him through his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs and giving me a better look at his throbbing member. Once I tuck my fingers in the top of his briefs and pull them down, I see the thing I have been dreaming about, and it does not disappoint.

His cock is big in every sense of the word. It is about ten inches long with a girth I can barely fit my hand around. His balls are very hefty, hanging gauntly down under his shaft. Just like Rich himself, his dick gives off a confidence as it stands straight ahead. "Do you like what you see?" Rich asks in the velvet smooth voice that haunts my fantasies. I grab his dick with both hands and start to move them up in down his shaft in twisting, rhythmic motions. He purrs from my touch and when I take the head and whatever else I can fit into my mouth, Rich lets out a barbaric grunt. "Oh my God, yes. I can't tell you how badly I've wanted to feel your mouth on me since the moment I met you." I suck on his cock, using my hands to explore his shaft and balls and see what he likes. By the guttural sounds Rich is making, I don't think I am doing anything displeasing.




California Dreamin'



After a few minutes Rich reaches down and grabs my shoulders to stop me. "Wait, I don't want to come yet. If you keep doing what you're doing, it's going to happen before I get the chance to work on you."

I release him from my mouth but keep my hands on him. "Really? You actually want to go down on me?"

Rich laughs quietly and kneels down in front of me. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I want to return the favor?"

I blush and lower my head. "Chandler never went down on me. Well, maybe a few times early on in the relationship but...he said it grossed him out and it wasn't that great for me so I only ever went down on him."

Rich puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head. "Baby, any man who doesn't want to pleasure a woman isn't a real man." With that, he plants a kiss on my lips and pulls me up from the floor. We start to kiss again and Rich continues with the same motions I did on him. He reaches down to grab the hem of my dress and peels the fabric over my head and discards the dress beside the bed. "Holy shit, Cecelia. You are so beautiful." His eyes are wide as he looks over my hard, dark nipples pressing into the cups of my bra, my breasts straining to break free of the front clasp bra, my tattoo that is dark and fresh on my right ribs, my wide hips covered in black lace.

He lifts me up and lays me down higher up on the bed. He cups my tits over my bra and kneads them while his cock presses against my belly. He unclasps the bra and my breasts spill out. I close my eyes and tangle my hands in my hair as Rich flicks his tongue over my nipples and teases my body with his touch. He kisses his way down my stomach and I feel hot breath on my mound as Rich pulls off my thin panties. He gently spreads my legs wide to reveal all of me and he runs his hands up and down my legs. I feel him kiss the inside of my knee and I reflexively giggle. "Sorry," I whisper. "I'm a little bit ticklish." My skin prickles with goose bumps as Rich licks and bites up and down each leg to meet in the middle at my pussy.

At first, he touches me with his fingers. He runs his hands over my lips, my clit, and probes my hot wet opening. I moan in response and when his mouth first touches me, I gasp. "Rich, I can't tell you how long I've wanted this either. Oh God, it's been so long." He slowly, painfully slowly, slides a finger inside me. Then as he moves it in and out, he begins to explore me with his tongue. I grind my hips with the motions of his tongue on my clit, finding a smooth rhythm together. He adds a second long, thick finger and the pleasure increases.

As he starts to lick my clit harder, I can feel myself starting to get close. Rich can tell too because he says, "I'm not going to stop until you come. I want you to feel this." So I let the pleasure come, shuddering as my orgasm rocks my entire body. My toes curl, my back arches, and I scream out a raw sound I didn't even know humans could make.

Just as slowly as he started, Rich decreases the pressure of his tongue and slows his fingers as my orgasm finishes. I am hot and beaded with sweat and I didn't even do any work! Rich pulls out his fingers and kisses me back up my body and lays down on the bed next to me. I can feel he is still hard, his cock pressing against my hip. "Holy shit," I manage to breathe out.

Rich nuzzles into my neck. "That good, huh?" All I can manage is a nod as I continue to breath. "Well, I hope I didn't wear you out because that was just the preview of the main event." Rich gets up on one elbow to lean over me and he starts to kiss me. He is hungry with passion and I can feel it in the way he kisses me and the way his hands roam my body, touching every part of me. I pull him on top of me so I can claw his back with my hands.

"Condoms are in the drawer next to bed," I whisper playfully in his ear. "But I don't know if they will fit you."

I feel Rich's chest vibrate lightly as he laughs. "Probably not, but I brought some too, just in case." Rich gets up off the bed and looks around the room. "Uh, I think my jacket is somewhere downstairs. Be right back!" He silently pads out of the room and I am left alone in the silence, glowing with sexual satiation. It's so much like a dream, having this handsome man in my house, satisfying my needs that close my eyes and smile at the thought. 'This is perfect,' I think to myself as a dark, deep wave of sleep takes over.

* * *

My eyes shoot open and I see sunlight. Panic sets in as I begin to wonder what's going on, where I am, and why I am laying naked on top of the covers. Then I remember last night: dinner, Rich, what happened in bed. I feel hot breath and a light kiss on my shoulder and turn to see Rich next to me, his head propped up under one arm and his other draped casually over my stomach, fingers tracing small shapes over my abdomen. "Good morning, sunshine," he says in a smooth voice with a playful smile.

"Good morning," I reply. "Oh God wait...Did I...I fell asleep when you went to go get condoms didn't I?" I try to roll away from Rich and cover my face in my hands to hide my embarrassment but Rich holds me still.

"That would be a yes," Rich says with a smile. He pulls me toward him for a kiss as my cheeks burn red.

"I am so sorry!" I say when we part lips. "It was just so good and I was so comfortable and happy and I couldn't help myself."

"It's ok. It means that it was as good for you. I came back in the room and saw you lying there, perfectly still and calm and I just couldn't wake you up. So I laid down next to you and watched you sleep until I fell asleep. By the way, what does your tattoo mean?"

I roll towards him to expose my right ribs for a better view of the tattoo. "It's a quote from Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy. It's the last line which reads 'L'amor che move il sole e le altre stelle'. In English, it reads 'The love that moves the sun and the stars."

"Wow," Rich says in interest as he traces each letter of the script with his index finger. "That's pretty deep."

"I took an Italian course about the Divine Comedy before the trip to Tuscany with Chandler to try and learn some Italian. I just love everything these words represent for Dante and humanity. That's also why my cat is called Dante." Dante, at the sound of his name, meows from his perch on the dresser. "Chandler and I bought him as a kitten after we came back. Dante didn't like Chandler very much. I guess I should have taken the hint.

Rich interlocks our fingers and looks up at me. "What happened between you two, if you don't mind me asking," Rich inquires with a hint of sadness and curiosity in his voice.

I settle myself on my back a little bit closer to Rich and look up at the ceiling. "Well," I begin. "I thought he was the one. When I brought up marriage about two years into the relationship, he told me he'd been considering changing religions...from Catholic to Polygamist. I said hell no to that and we broke up. It wasn't until after we broke up that I realized I had changed because of him. I didn't go out with friends, I didn't dance outside of school, and I never went home to visit my family once when I was with him. I realized I was a person I didn't know or like anymore. Kara was the one who helped me find myself again."

Rich settles himself on his back as well and sighs, keeping our fingers locked together. "Wow, that's hard. I'm sorry you had to go through that."

"I got the tattoo a few months ago as a reminder of what I lost and what I gained because of Chandler. It's a way for me to never forget what I want out of life and of love."

"I understand," Rich says quietly as he plants a soft kiss on my forehead. "I hope no one ever makes you feel that way again. I can promise you I never will."

At that I moment I feel a surge of passion and I practically climb on top of Rich. I grab hs face and kiss him fiercely, hungrily on the mouth. When I pull away, he is looking at me with a surprise and I can feel his cock starting to grow between my legs. Looking into Rich's eyes with a playful but seductive, I say, "Why don't we finish what we started last night?" Rich spreads his hands over my ass, pawing at me in anticipation. We lock lips again and Rich rolls over so he is on top of me, his cock now fully erect and pressing against me with need.

I am filled with a hunger, a passion for Rich. I grab at his face, arms, and back, anything I can touch and feel of him above me. Rich does the same, running his fingers from my neck, over my breasts and down my torso with a very aggressive but sensual touch. Animalistic noises of lust come out of my throat. His throbbing cock is teasing me because I can feel it between my legs, over my mound, playing with me. I reach down and grab his cock with my hand and work his shaft, which causes Rich to bite down on my neck. Rich lunges over to the bedside table and takes a fist full of whatever he can grab onto as picture frames and wallets and jewelry fall to the floor. He hands me a gold foil package and I tear it open and slowly roll the condom on his pulsing manhood.

I take his cock in my hand and guide it to my wet hole. Slowly, Rich slides himself inside me and I can feel my pussy stretching to fit all of him. "Tell me if it's too much or if I hurt you," Rich whispers as he nibbles on my ear lobe. I wrap my legs around his back, claw at his back, urge him on but he is slow and sensual for me. When I finally relax, we find our rhythm; a steady pulsing of bodies together. I arch my back so his cock tickles my clit and Rich sucks on my nipples, which only intensifies every stroke of him inside me. "Fuck, CeCe, you're so fucking hot and wet," Rich pants as the tension builds.

Rich starts to move his hips up and down instead of in and out and immediately I feel my orgasm building. "Holy shit, I think I'm going to come," I breathe.

"Yeah? Do you like what my cock is doing to you?"

"Fuck me, yes! Oh God, I'm coming!"

At that moment everything goes black. I can't breathe. I can't move. All I can do is feel and I feel everything. If I take every orgasm I've ever had and put them all together, they wouldn't compare to this. After a few minutes of body rocking, mind blowing orgasm, I open my eyes and see Rich on both arms above me with a huge grin on his face. "Welcome back to reality," Rich laughs.

"Holy. Shit. Holy shit!" Is all I can manage to say because I can't find the right words to express anything else. "That was amazing." Rich pulls his tired cock out of me and rolls over to lie down next to me. He takes off the condom, ties it, and places it on the now bare bedside table.

We lay like that for a few minutes; both of us calm, breathing in and out, hot and sweaty in a tangle of sheets. I prop myself up on one elbow and ask, "You know what else is amazing?"

"The fact that you have a banging body and that you're great in bed?" Rich says as he traces a finger down the curve of my body.

I kiss him, get out of bed, and go to the dresser. I pet Dante on the head, grab and elastic to tie my hair in a messy bun and open the top drawer to pull out a pair of boxer shorts and a loose Boston t-shirt. I pull them on and turn to Rich, still lying extended on the bed. "Yes, that," I say with a grin. "But I pretty much make the best pancakes ever."

Rich laughs heartily out loud. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed and pulls on his boxer briefs. He gets up and walks over to me and tucks me into his thick arms. "Pancakes sound great," he says with a smile as he kisses me softly on the lips. I turn away from him, take his hand and lead him out of my bedroom and into the future.



California Dreamin'



Silver Lake

I spent the last 6 hours drawing up my design project for my fourth year term assignment and I was getting a little bleary eyed to tell the truth. I needed a break so I thought I would hit the gay bar, La Barcito, as it was pedaling distance from my Bubeschko Apartment, which I loved because the Rudolph Schindler design from the late '30s provided me with a constant incentive to pursue my architectural studies. La Barcto, a Latino establishment, features a drag review at this late hour which is a kick. But it seemed the festivities tonight were somewhat subdued by the knowledge the club would soon close.

I was making my way to the bar for a tequila sour when I spotted Kylar at a table with a couple of Latinos. Kylar is a porn model at Alpha Studios where I occasionally gig for kicks. I had been lucky enough to have seen his audition at the Studio and it was one of those love at first sight infatuations which I just kind of filed away as a momentary blip in my emotional life. But here he was again and even more seductive than I remembered him. I decided to make a frontal assault for what it was worth. 

"Kylar, really a blast to find you here. I am a fellow toiler in the cult of Dionysus at Alpha Studios though we haven't met."

"Ah, yeah. Pleased to meet you."

"Mind if I sit down?"

"No, why not."

"Call my Skylar. Seems a popular name for porn performers doesn't it?"

"Yeah, so is Kylar."

At this point the Latino's decided to shove off much to my satisfaction.

"Hey, don't let me break up the party."

"No, amigo, we were just leaving."

"So what are you drinking Kylar?"

"At my age, Coke I am afraid."

"Well, if you want, we can go to my apartment not far from here for something more invigorating."

"Great, as this drag revue is not my style."

"Do you have a car?"

"No. Pedro brought me."

"So, we'll pedal together to my digs."

Obviously the gods were pulling all the right strings in my favor as i couldn't believe my good fortune. There was a nagging voice telling me I needed to finish my design project tonight so I promised myself I would buckle down tomorrow and get it done.

"So, what's your pleasure Kylar?"

"Call me by my real name: Jon. And I like vodka and orange juice if you got it."

"If we are leveling with each other call me Lamont, Lam for short. And yeah, the screwdriver is my fav too. I use only freshly squeezed OJ and Gray Goose Vodka." 

A few of my special vodka screwdrivers and he will be mine to do as I wish.

"So, where are you from, Jon?"

"Phoenix, born and raised. Came to LA to Alpha Studios for some cash for a stake in something, but I have no idea what. Actually taking it one day at a time."

"Where do you live?"

"In a shit hole of an apartment."

"So why not live here with me rent free. I have plenty of room as this is a 2 bed apartment, but you will have to understand I am studying architecture at UCLA so I need solitude at times."

"I'll be as quiet as a mouse."

"Great. I'll take you to your place tomorrow for your stuff. 

What do you do for wheels?"

"I have a motorbike."

"You can keep it in my garage as my car is small, it's a XK 120 Jaguar. You'll have to do your own cooking. Though with me cooking is a misnomer as it's really just frozen stuff in the microwave." 

"I know exactly what you mean."

As it was getting on toward 2 AM and I really had to get back to work on my project, I reluctantly had to suggest we turn in. We seemed compatible so I had high hopes of this turning into a real close friendship, something I felt my life had been lacking so far.

Palm Springs

I awoke in a fog of uncertainty. Beside me was the lovely naked form of Jon but to tell the truth, I 

hadn't any idea of how he got there and what we had we done, if anything, last night. He turned and smiled and kissed me on the lips. Wow! Whatever happened was something I wanted to make a habit of. Seems the vodka screwdrivers affected me more than Jon. But with morning wood at peak extension, why not let it happen. He was clearly in the dominant mode so ok, I'll gladly be his bitch boy. His aggressive control was a relief for a change and I just let him have his way. 

Oh, my design project. It hit me all of a sudden. Due Wednesday, but I still had time to play with Jon. But just for today. I had been invited to a soiree at Georgie Cohen's ex-Liberace's home (aka Piazza de Liberace) in Palm Springs and I had heard that those gatherings were gnarly. So onward and upward. 

So we piled into my XK 120 Jaguar for our trip to Palm Springs with prayers on our lips to the God Antinous to grant us a safe and trouble free run. Always wise to invoke the protection of the Gods.

Arriving at the flamboyant showman's old home presented a rather strange feeling of ambivalence as the home was representative of the modernist era in which it was built and thereby had a flat roof and hence the 4 Ionic columns flanking the gated entry looked somewhat miscast. Never mind, as the interior was sure to be of interest.

Upon entering, the first thing seen is a large portrait of Liberace posing with an elegant Afghan hound. Two vintage candelabra flank this picture. Candelabra, dogs and young men were Liberace's passion. 

"Greetings Skylar. Glad you could make our weekly soiree. And who is your lovely young companion?" 

"This is Kylar, our newest model at Alpha Studios. Despite his looks, a freshly minted 18 year old."

Georgie was wearing a Speedo and Gucci sandals and frankly, his protruding belly was not a sight one wanted to dwell on for long. But no matter as doubtless there would be the cream of LA youth around the pool. 

But our first stop was the famous black granite bar for some refreshment. Georgie was clearly taken with Jon as he was caressing him with obvious intent. I'll have to keep an eye on Jon as I don't want him to fall in with the wrong crowd. 

"You have to know the rules here at the Piazza de Liberace. No swimsuits poolside."

Ditching our clothes in a vestibule next to the pool, we sauntered out and I gasped , not at the wild scenes of an orgy that was well underway, but at the sheer beauty of the San Jacinto mountains that formed a backdrop to a profusion of gorgeous oleander flowers that screened the pool and provided a red-orange splash of color that somehow seemed appropriate for the moment. But why was no one here filming this wanton display and waste of cum that could have brought in good money on the Internet? 

I turned to Jon to draw his attention to the beauty of nature only to discover he had dove headfirst into the pulsing mound of flesh and was having his holes filed and cock pumped all at the same time.. Well, at least that would keep him out of the clutches of Georgie. 

As I had a photo shoot scheduled for later in the week and as the "sine qua non" of a gay porno film was the money shot: a heavy ejaculation of cum, I decided it would be best to skip the fun this time. So to kill time, I decided to explore the old boy's home. Expecting mega-kitsch, I decided to hit the granite bar for a refill to steady my nerves. 

Wandering through the rooms was one horror show after another. One would wonder how a man of Liberace's resources could go so wrong in the selection of furnishings. Granted that they were from the 50s, no high water mark in design, but the collection was akin to design porno! The one area of interest was a wall of photographs of the maestro at various points in his wildly successful career-from a money standpoint. Artistically, he left no trace. 

At that moment, a beautiful faun touched my arm and asked me if I was acquainted with Kylar and if so he needed assistance as he had OD on some sort of substance and had passed out. I knew the boy needed watching so I asked the boys to dress him and deposit him in my Jag. He is a dear boy, but he needs a mentor to guide him . I had decided to take him to Dad's beach house- El Pueblo Ribera Court- in La Jolla and as my parents are summering on the Cote deAzure, we will have it to ourselves. Windansea Beach is a stones throw away and I find the water too chilly for swimming, but it's a fine beach and I enjoy long walks when I am there. I am looking forward to giving little Jon my undivided attention.

La Jolla

When I pulled out of Palm Springs, Jon was still zonked out, but his breathing seemed ok so I decided to drive directly to La Jolla. On the way he finally came too, and promptly vomited over the side of my Jaguar! Better there than in the car! 

"What the hell did you get into?"

"Georgie gave me some sort of concoction that really sent me spinning."

"I should've known. That guy's a creep!"

"Yeah, but the guys he has for his parties are rad. So where're we headed?"

"La Jolla and my Dad's beach house."

"Your parents aren't going to be there are they?"

"Nope. In Europe for the summer."

"But I have no clothes and shit."

"Don't worry, I'll take you into La Jolla and fix you up. There are some good gay clubs in San Diego but of course it's the pain in the ass thing of under 21/over 21." 

"Anything you say, Kemo Sabe."

After parking the Jag I led Jon into Dad's unit and he was like a kid in a toy store. He had never seen anything like it. 

"This is fantastic."

"I knew you'd like it."

As we were famished I called in an order to Bitchin Burgers for four Cheesy Bacon Burgers (Dijon aioli, aged white cheddar, uncured bacon, lettuce, tomato, grilled onions and artisan bun) for delivery. There was plenty of craft beer in the fridge so no problems there. 

When the food arrived, we went out on the second floor terrace with our burgers and brews to view the sunset. Munching on our burgers, we were entertained by a spectacular display of nature of a yellow orange disk slipping beneath an indigo ocean, coloring the feathery clouds from white, to pink, to gray. Twilight is brief at this latitude and quickly the midnight blue merged into inky blackness with the running lights from off shore vessels winking like fireflies. 

My obsession with Jon dates from his first appearance at Alpha Studios. I was in the building at the time, so I snuck in to catch the filming of his debut as i have mentioned. The interview consisted of the prospective model, alone on a couch fielding very personal questions from the boss who was standing beside the camera man. Questions like; when and what was your first sexual experience; are you top, bottom or versatile. Then the guy has to demonstrate an utter lack of inhibition (and the size of his schlong) by striping and pleasuring himself with a dildo and then masturbating. Jon performed with enthusiasm and without a shred of what church people would describe as decency. 

Such was my frame of mind when we decided to turn in. The unit had two beds, but no point to mess up both so I stripped to my shorts and crashed on one and beckoned to Jon to follow. 

So now I had him in my grasp. But such were the exertions poolside and numerous brews that, wouldn't you know, he quickly dozed off, leaving me with nothing but to gaze at his flawless bod with desire forlornly slipping away. 

El Pueblo Ribera Court

When I awoke, I rolled over expecting to wrap my arms around Lam but nada. I could hear dishes rattling around down in the kitchen so I imagine my presence will soon be expected. Lam is a good guy, but a control freak. I kinda think he may have a thing for me and I hope not as he has to know where I am coming from. I am just totally into fucking as might be expected from my videos. Anyway I'll give him my best as a show of my friendship with him. 

I padded softly down the steps, still naked, and thought I would give Lam a charge by turning on the heat, pressing my naked bod into him and sticking my tongue into his gaping mouth. As I expected, he melted like butter. 

"Wow...Jon, you got me all hot and bothered."

"So I noticed. Are you packing a rod or are you just glad to see me?" 

"Ok wise ass. I am going to stick this rod where it belongs."

"Come and take me. I'm yours."

I thought he was going to faint but he recovered and dished up our bacon and eggs. I could see he was really revved up and wolfing down his breakfast and I thought I would play along as when one fucks for a living, it does become somewhat routine but I wanted to give Lam a ride for his money. 

Scrambling up the stairs and grappling on our bed we really made with the kissing thing before Lam couldn't wait any longer and sticks his fingers up my hole. 

"Don't bother with that , Geogie's gang double penetrated me."

"I see what you mean." 

I lay back and spread my legs in welcome to Lam's cock and he dove in with an up tempo action as I locked my legs behind his back. It didn't take him long to get off but he kept going for a second spurt. 

Must have been saving all his love for me. He rolls off breathing heavily and gives me a tender kiss. I like Lam but he will have to understand I'm not going to be anyone's boy. 

Windansea Beach

"Why don't we spend the AM on the beach Jon, before we check out Abercrombie. Need to work on my tan."

"OK by me. But I haven't a suit."

"You can use one of mine. Shouldn't be too large." 

"Great."

There were a few early risers already out with beach gear. These are the folks that like to spend the whole day there reading or whatever. All I had was a couple of beach chairs and a thermos for some chilled Mumms to bring to the outing but it should suffice. I had a paperback of Ronald Firbank's novels, but Jon declined to make a selection from our small library.

"I'll just scope out the boys, if there are any."

As fate would have it, lo and behold, a beauteous boy strolled past after we had established ourselves and immediately zeroed in on Jon.

"Hi. Wanna toss the frisbee some?"

"Yeah."

So I languidly watched the two demi-gods at their little game until they engaged in a private conversation for a few moments and then both went off together toward the dunes. Un oh. I can see where this is going. Didn't take Jon long to hook up. I felt deep pangs of jealousy, but it was written some might say. I was a mad fool to think I could have him all to myself. 

After about 20 minutes they emerged holding hands and approached looking flushed.

"Lam, this is Robbie. He's spending the summer here with his uncle and he has asked me to shack up with him until the end of August."

"How about your gig at Alpha?"

"Could you stop by and tell the boss I'll see him in September?"

"Sure thing," Like it was nothing at all to me. 

Jon came by the unit later to get his clothes and give me a quick peck on the lips. And then he was gone. Nothing to do but head for LA. I do have my project to complete and had completely forgotten about it due to my infatuation with Jon. I do hope he will take me up on shacking up with me. We'll just have to wait and see. 

After locking up I settled into the Jag and flicked the ignition switch, taking a glance at the gauges, but my vision was blurred.

El Pueblo Ribera Court

Lam looked unhappy with my ditching him for Robbie but it's just temporary and I'll make it up to him when I get back to LA. Robbie is just too tempting a morsel to pass up and maybe we can make a thing of it. Both Lam and Robbie obviously have wealthy parents and would offer me the chance to sponge off them; no small thing to a po boy like me. Fucking at Alpha doesn't pay all that much and it won't last forever. I don't want to end up like these bears getting fucked for beers. Gotta think of my future! But I've been fucked by rich boys before and they can turn on a dime against you. Anyway Robbie's uncle has a unit in the same Court as Lam and I can see these two are into each other for sure. I guess Robbie needs a change of scenery. Someone more his age. And I sure don't have any ideas about putting out for uncle. Robbie is an easy going guy but he wants my hole all the time. Must have been on the receiving end of the uncle's dick. But they are fun guys and have promised to take me into San Diego to make the rounds of the clubs. Looking forward to that. Lam is kinda up tight and serious 

and not into what he sees as frivolity. Still the use of a really fine apartment in L. A. for free more than makes up for his stuffiness. Actually I'm kind of missing Lam and his awkward attempts at sex. But the best thing about Robbie and uncle is their stash of weed. I mean they are stoners! After dinner we go out on the terrace and light up for an evening of ecstasy. And as an added bonus it takes Robbie's mind off my hole.

Silver Lake

Pulled into my apartment garage around 11 PM and entered my apartment with a depressed attitude about the future. That is a future without Jon. This wasn't good. I was having an emotional disturbance which was interfering with my architectural studies. Jon was turning into a huge detraction from my preparations for a career. Was it possible to have both a deep friendship with Jon and the necessary concentration to complete my studies? But would Jon even have an interest in a friendship with me.

I should put Jon out of my mind, but I just couldn't. He has turned into a obsession with me which I admit was sexual in nature. The perfection of his body was burning itself into my consciousness. Only the free access to that body would suffice. But how to reconnect with Jon. I detected a kind of distance in his response to my ardor. How to kindle in him a love for me. Well, I have his address and I will leave him a message on the Alpha Studios web site in an attempt to reconnect. This will have to wait until after Labor Day as Jon will be busy being fucked by Robbie until the end of the month. 

Alpha Studios

"Hi, Skylar. Back for another helping?"

"Naw. I came by to tell you Kylar has got himself into a hot situation in La Jolla and asked me to tell you he will be back in September."

"Well that does upset my schedule, but he is building up a following so I'll have to manage it."

"Can you give me his cell phone number as i would like to keep in touch with him?'

"You got a thing for him? I get the impression that this bird won't be caged."

"Yeah, I get the same impression but the heart has its reasons, to coin a phrase."

"I've got a hot new kid fresh from the boonies to interview. Care to watch?"

"Count me in."

Malibu

"HI, Jon. This is Lam. How did your summer go?"

"I'm telling you this Robbie kid was insatiable. He fucked me raw!"

"Some guys have all the luck. Listen, you still want to shack up with me?" 

"Yeah, do I!"

"OK. I'll be at your place in about an hour." 

"I'll be packing up."

Well maybe I can work this thing out yet. He did sound eager to move in. The thing is not to pressure him. Give him his own space. If he wants a deep friendship ok. If not I can accept that. 

As it turned out I had discovered Jon was into more than just gay porno. A lot more. I ran into a guy I had fucked at Alpha and he told me Jon was into prostitution and was one of a stable of Alpha models available for any and all kinds of sexual explorations and amusements. This was un-nerving I must say, but I had grown to love Jon despite his casual commitment to me as a friend and I couldn't bear the thought of life without him. It was irrational I knew but I was helpless. I'll just have to play it by ear.

So I wasn't surprised when Jon began feeling me out on the possibility of my being interested in some action on the side. He phrased it as a favor for him, sensing my vulnerability. We would meet a party of men at a beach house in Malibu. There would be booze and drugs for our use. He was hesitant at going it alone and wanted me with him in this possibly risky assignment. How could I refuse? Well I had worked as a porn model so it wasn't as if I was simon-pure and if Jon was going to be in any danger I wanted to be there 




California Dreamin'



So it was that we rang the bell at an elegant modernist home on Broad Beach Road late on a Saturday night and were ushered into a dimly lit vestibule. I could hear a mummer of voices from an adjacent room and the clink of ice cubes in a glass. Mood music from a stereo pulsed at a low frequency. The hair on the back of my neck began to rise. What were we getting into. 

The room was dimly lit and the glazed walls were covered with heavy velour. In the center of the room, suspended from the ceiling was a sling. To one side was a narrow table with cuffs on each end. Situated at one end of the table was a small black box with a large, thick dildo attached: a fucking machine. There were about 10 men, trim athletic types in their forties, all naked. So we were in for it for sure. I glanced at Jon and he seemed to be in a trance from anticipation for what was to come. I had never seen him in such a state: his eyes had a glazed look and his breathing was elevated. And it was contagious as I began to morph into a state of anticipation for an extended period of sexual torture. What atavistic origins deep in our shared cultural history seemed to have preconditioned us to desire such abuse. 

The long night began with Jon in the sling being fucked almost ritualistically by a stream of men. I was suspended from metal loops in the ceiling and heavy weights were tied from my ankles. A selection of birch switches were laid out and I was relentlessly birched by the group until my body glowed red from the abuse. I looked at Jon who was observing my whipping and I wondered what he was thinking. I was then cuffed to the narrow table and the fucking machine was fitted with a dildo some 3" in diameter and inserted into my hole and set into motion. I quickly began to have multiple orgasms from the stimulation. My head was not supported by the table but hung down over the side and cock after cock fucked my mouth until the cum ran out of my mouth and over my face. 

At some point I passed out and then awakened in a now empty room. Jon was still in the sling but unconscious. Cum was dripping out of his gaping hole forming a large puddle on the floor. I managed to arouse Jon and we struggled into our clothes and fled the house.

Silver Lake

"Gosh Lam, I'm really sorry about what happened. I had no idea what i was letting you in for. At Alpha Studios we get into some really kinky situations but the guys in the group are all tough hombres

and know things can get real gnarly."

"I have no complaints Jon. I actually thought it was a hoot. That's really life on the edge."

"Well, maybe you might want to join our select group that gets the hairy assignments."

"I just might take you up on that. In fact, I think I have developed a taste for BDSM. I guess you could say, I'm hooked."



California Dreamin' Pt. 02



This is a follow up to the Interracial Love story of Richard and Cecelia in California Dreamin'. It can be read as its own independent story but I would recommend reading the previous story first.

I hope you all enjoy! Please send me feedback, rate and comment as well.

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This has to be the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen in my entire life. Standing on the small balcony overlooking the Italian countryside, I cannot help but marvel at the beauty before me. To my left, the sun is just meeting the horizon, casting golden shadows on the vast fields while to the west, the sliver of silver mood is fading in the distance. The sky is a gradient; the colors blend from rich oranges and reds to cool blues and purples. I watch in awe at the transition from night to day happens before my eyes. There is a light fog blanketing the grape vines below and everything is quiet and peaceful.

I look behind me toward the small bedroom where Rich is sleeping soundly. I turn back to my sunrise and breathe in the scent of the fresh air. Feeling this happiness, this peace inside me, it's soothing and I cannot help but smile and remember the last year with Rich.

Rich, my tall, dark and handsome lover and I have spent an amazing year together, experiencing life and love the way everyone should get the chance to. We officially became a couple in the middle of June and I knew in my bones that it was right. Over the summer, we took a lot of day trips, driving to various small towns along the Pacific Coast Highway when Rich could take time away from the office. On Halloween, we dressed up as matching M&M's; I was the sexy green M&M and Rich was the yellow peanut M&M. We spent Thanksgiving at his parent's house in Atlanta and Christmas with my family in Boston. We kissed on New Year's Eve at midnight and toasted champagne, naked in bed, on Valentine's Day. With the spring came both of our birthdays and the summer led us into our one year anniversary.

Of course our relationship isn't perfect, but it's pretty damn close. I am a dance professor at UCLA and Rich is a lawyer at his own practice. Obviously we are both very busy but we always find time for each other. No matter what happens, we have date night at least once a week and we always say goodnight to each other before bed, if we're not together. On the rare occasion that we argue, most of our fights are stupid in reality. Rich hates it when I double dip and I hate it when Rich leaves the toilet seat up. We hog the blankets when we stay at each other's places, we fight rather intensely about pizza toppings, and Rich gets wicked pissed that my hair is everywhere.

"You don't get it, Rich. You're bald," I grumble as I pull a clump of hair out of his shower drain.

"I used to have hair, I just chose to shave it all off," Rich teases as I get up from the floor. "So I do get it but its gross either way. I think you are worse than Dante in the shedding department." Dante is my cat and he sheds like crazy.

Even when Rich is mad about work or we disagree until I'm red faced and angry, we always make up, share a bottle of red Merlot, and work through everything together. One night over dinner, after a really hard trial for Rich and the end of the school year for me, Rich surprised me with plane tickets and a couple's vacation to Tuscany, Italy. I was over the moon! I never thought I would be able to go back but Rich knew that and he made one of my dreams come true the night he gave me those tickets.

So here I am, standing on the balcony of our cozy hotel, watch the sun rise over the vineyards while the love of my life is asleep in bed. I pull my robe tighter around myself and I am completely relaxed until I feel hot lips on my neck and I stiffen. "Good morning, beautiful," Rich purrs as he kisses my neck and wraps his arms around my waist.

"Goddamnit, Rich! Don't scare me like that," I say angrily but lean my body back into the embrace. Rich is warm and smells like a mix of clean sheets and Old Spice deodorant. I turn around to face him and run my hands up his muscular arms to wrap them around his neck. He leans down and our lips touch for the first time of the day. No matter how many times that man kisses me, I will never get tired of how he makes me feel. When we pull apart, I whisper, "Good morning, Richard." Rich rubs my back with his strong hands and gives me a relaxed smile. "Thank you again for this trip. Everything is amazing," I say as I snuggle closer to him and inhale more of his scent.

Rich squeezes me tighter and kisses the top of my head. "Of course, babe. I'm glad we're here."

I stare up into his deep brown eyes and he returns my gaze. I stretch up to meet him and we kiss again, this time more passionately than before. Rich holds me at the hips and I grip his t-shirt as the kiss deepens. I can feel Rich sneak his hands under my robe, feeling the goose bumps rise on my skin from the chilly air and arousal. I smile and bite Rich's bottom lip when I feel his manhood start to grow in his boxer briefs. "Like what you feel," I ask playfully when Rich grabs my naked ass.

"Oh yeah," Rich says and squeezes a little harder. "Should we take this to the bedroom?"

I tease Rich's nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt as I pretend to think about my answer. "I think here is perfect," I say seductively. I slide down Rich's body, tracing every ridge of muscle and kissing him down his chest and abs. I settle myself on my knees and grin up at Rich while I stroke his erection though his bottoms. When I finally peel off his boxers, Rich bites his lip to stifle a moan. I take his thick cock in my hand and work his shaft while I give little flicks of my tongue to his head. When I finally take him into my mouth, Rich reaches out to grab the wall with one hand and twists his fingers through my hair with the other.

Rich has a very long, very thick cock, and he is definitely the biggest guy I have ever been with. I can't take very much of him in my mouth but Rich has never complained. He says that he would rather be with someone who takes their time and enjoys what they are doing than someone who is just putting on a show. I close my eyes and enjoy the sweet taste of Rich's precum. I cup and squeeze his balls and move my hand in long, smooth stroke up and down his shaft. "Oh God, baby. I love it when you do that," Rich growls when I drag my teeth gently over the sensitive skin. I look up and wink at Rich, which only makes him moan louder.

I release Rich from my mouth to catch my breath but he pulls me up by my shoulders. His eyes are burning with lust for me and he gruffly says, "I need you right now, Cecelia". He turns me around in his arms and I automatically lean over the balcony railing. I giggle my booty while I look at him over my shoulder. Rich bends down and runs his fingers from my ankles to my ass, making me shiver and my pussy drip. He squeezes my ass as he teases my wet pussy with his cock. I rock my hips back, pushing him into me, and we both let out a mutual sigh of pleasure. Being outside in the open air, where anyone could be watching, is both thrilling and scary to me but it makes every stroke of Rich's thick cock that much more intense.

"Oh baby, you feel so good," I moan out load as Rich fucks me from behind. I pinch my puckered nipples through my robe and close my eyes as Rich rocks me into bliss. After a minute, my eyes burst open and suddenly I need more. I grab Rich's wrists on my hips and he stops. "I need you deeper inside me." Rich digs his nails into my thighs but slowly pulls his hot rod out of my tight hole. He takes a step back and sits down on the chair on the balcony. He holds my face between his hands and we lock lips as I straddle his lap. Slowly, I lower myself down onto his cock and I gasp as I feel him fill me again. He snakes his hands up behind me and splays his wide fingers on my back. I start moving up and down on his shaft, taking him as hard and as deep as I can. The combination of Rich's gentle caress on my cool skin and his aggressive kisses are quickly bringing me to the edge. "Baby, I'm getting close," I whisper breathlessly.

"Me too, Cece," Rich grunts as he moves his hands and pushes my hips into a horizontal grinding motion. When my clit makes contact, I bite down and scream into Rich's shoulder as I explode with my orgasm. I feel Rich tense as he finds his own release and we ride the waves of pleasure together.

After a minute or so, Rich finally says, "Um, babe? You're kind of hurting me."

My eyes fly open and I realize my jaws are still clamped on Rich's neck. I release my teeth from his skin and see a monster sized hickie start to form. "Shit, sorry!" I blush with embarrassment as I bury my face against his chest.

Rich pulls my face up and smiles. "It takes a passionate woman to give a black man a hickie," Rich says with a grin. "Hold on." Rich cradles me under my ass and stands up from the chair with me in his arms. "Shower time for you, dirty girl," Rich scolds with a smack on my ass. I try to give him a sexy pouty face but clearly it doesn't work because he starts laughing instead. "It looks like you're trying to take a shit." I burst out laughing and throw my arms around his neck. 

"Do you still love me, even though I just made a 'taking a shit' face after sex?"

We walk back into the hotel room and toward the bathroom. Rich puts me down on the counter and cups my face in his palms. "I would love you even if you made that face during sex."

I smile and purse my lips for a kiss. 'Everything is just perfect' I think to myself as I lose myself in another one of Richard Sand's famous kisses. I untie my robe at the waist and Rich pushes the fabric from my shoulders as he kisses down my neck. The silk pools around my waist and he runs his hands up and down my arms as his mouth finds its way back to mine.

He pulls back and my face is flushed with heat. He takes a step back and strips off his boxers. I raise my eyebrows as my eyes fall on his cock, which is starting to grow again. Rich laughs and shakes his head as he moves to turn on the shower. I sigh dramatically at his denial of round two and drink in the sight of his strong back and perfect ass. When the temperature is warm enough, he comes back and lifts me up to carry me to the shower.

We take turns lathering up our hands with soap and massaging each other's bodies with the suds. The smell of lavender and olive oil is hot in the air and I let myself relax under Rich's kneading fingers. After we rinse and get out, we dry off and cuddle in bed with the balcony door open. I can hear the birds chirping and the soft rustling of the trees reminds me of summers at home. I snap out of my day dream and roll over to face Rich, which is when I see his shoulder. "Damn," I say with amazement. "That is some hickie you have there, Mr. Sands." I tenderly touch the purple welt crowned with teeth marks.

"No big deal," Rich says and pulls me closer. "I guess I just can't go shirtless."

Somehow, we manage to get out of bed and get dressed in time to have coffee and a light breakfast in the dining room before the kitchen closes. After we eat, we take a short walk around the hotel. I watch the white and black Italian crows pick at the grass and see a few rabbits dart out from behind a low berry bush. The countryside is alive with fruit and life and I feel invigorated. It is a warm but comfortable day and Rich says it should be the perfect day for spending time outside and tasting some of the finest wines Tuscany has to offer.

We spend the day with our fellow couples from the vacation group going to a few vineyards, eating homemade foods and sampling wines from the various wineries. I indulge on creamy soft cheeses, fresh and pickled vegetables, salty focaccia bread and various small plates of hot appetizers that each vineyard has prepared for us. We each choose a red, a white and a rose` wine from every place we visit to taste. Some of the vineyards have mead and craft brewed beer as well. Rich and I eat and drink our fill, enjoying every sip and bite.

"Everything is amazing. I don't think I have eaten or drank anything I didn't like yet," I saw with a mouth full of tomato and basil ciabatta bread. I swallow and take a sip of a dark red, letting the flavors mingle on my tongue.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," Rich says as we clink glasses together in a private toast.

We are seated at a long table under the shade of a group of Cyprus trees near the main house on the property. We visited three vineyards today and now, back at the hotel, everyone is content after a day of blissful eating and drinking. Rich relaxes back against his chair with his arm resting on the back of my seat. I settle back as well and enjoy the slow touch of Rich running circles over my bare shoulder with his thumb.

Everyone is relaxed and happy to be in this beautiful place and you can feel it in the air. We swap stories and laugh with some other couples. The temperature is warm and we stay together at the table and watch the sun go down over the hills. I giggle as I remember greeting the day with a quickie on the balcony and Rich pulls me in for a long, hot kiss, as if he can read my thoughts.

"Did everyone have enough to eat and drink today," Michelangelo, our tour guide, asks the group. His Italian accent is smooth and very sexy. There are some low murmurs and a few people yell 'yes!' out at the guide but most of the people just sit and listen, relaxed. Michelangelo smiles and nods and looks from one guest to another as he speaks. "I'm so happy! Allora, there is a small place just a few minutes down the road from the hotel that has music and dancing tonight. I am going with some friends if anyone would like to join us."

My heart flutters in my chest and I jump up from my chair. "Yes! We would love to go," I yell as I struggle to pull Rich up behind me.

Michelangelo laughs and nods at me. He looks from me to the rest of the group and says, "We are not going for about one hour. Please rest and get ready and we will meet outside the hotel at about ten o'clock, va bene?" Again, there are a few smiles and nods of affirmation from the group but I run toward the hotel, dragging Rich behind me.

When we get into our room and Rich shuts the door behind him, I jump in the air and scream in delight. I turn to my suitcase and start taking every piece of clothing out and throwing it on the bed. Rich just stands by the door, his gorgeous arms crossed in front of his chest. "I guess you're excited," Rich comments smugly.

"Fuck yeah I am excited!" I run toward him and throw myself into his arms. It is sudden and impulsive but Rich catches me with a grace and finesse that is very sexy. I wrap myself around him and kiss him hard. When I pull back I throw my head back and squeal. "It's been a while since I've gone dancing and I am so happy I get to go dancing," I say with a peck on his cheek, "With you," a peck on the other cheek, "In Italy!" I yell and plant a wet kiss on his parted lips. "Now put me down so I can get ready." Rich laughs and lets me down and I go back to the fashion explosion on our king size bed.

Rich sits quietly in a plush armchair reading a magazine while I rush around the room in a wine induced frenzy. I try on several different outfits and do my makeup about three times before I finally come out of the bathroom and tell Rich I am ready. When he looks up from the page he is reading, his jaw drops. "Damn, honey! You are looking fine!"

I am wearing a strapless black dress that is covered in printed roses, paired with crimson open toed pumps. My hair is tied up in a loose bun with a few strands hanging down to frame my face and there is a large rose stuck in the middle of my hair. My lashes are fanned out wide and I have done subtle smoky eye makeup with a hint of red to match my dress. I spread my arms and slowly turn for Rich as he gets up from the chair and makes his way over to me. He catches me at the waist and stares into my eyes. "You are so beautiful, Cecelia." I smile up at the man I love and blush.

"You're not so bad yourself," I taunt and pull away from him.

I take a neutral pink shade of lipstick and swipe some on to complete my look. I admire Rich's back muscles as they flex when he peels off his polo and reaches for a red button down shirt. I go over to him and do up the shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone so I can see his long neck and just a sliver of his hard chest. It is a warm evening so I roll his sleeves up and tuck them around Rich's elbows. I take his hand in mine and with a soft kiss, we leave the room together. In the lobby, Michelangelo and a few couples are waiting for us. Once we meet them, we leave through the open door and head off down the road.

The sky is clear and I can see every star in the sky. The moon is high and bright so the path is well lit even though there are not many street lights. I hold on to Rich's arm as we walk, enjoying his company and the feeling of the others around me. We share a few words with each other but I can sense that everyone is feeling the magic of the night and enjoying the calm around us.

After about ten minutes, a small building appears in the distance. The windows are lit up with red lights and I can hear Spanish music thumping in the air as we walk closer to the bar. When we approach, there are a few men playing cards, smoking cigars and drinking wine at a table out front. They all nod to Michelangelo and he returns the gesture as he ushers us into the dark room.

The space is wide but the ceilings are low, giving it a very intimate feel and it is warm from the heat of writhing bodies. We move to the side of the dance floor to a few tables that are reserved for us. The tables are dotted with small candles, casting flickering shadows over the walls. As we set down out bags and settle in, the bartender brings over several glasses, pitchers of water, and a few drink menus. A bar back follows with bowls of olives, salted nuts, and chips for the table. Rich asks for a bottle of the house Merlot and I just smile in agreement when the bartender asks for my order. He comes back with two glasses and a fresh bottle of red. We touch glasses and close our eyes to savor the first taste; we both agree the first sip of wine is the best.

After a full glass of wine and a few songs, I finally convince Rich to dance with me. It is a sexy bacata and I really feel the music in my soul and dance sensually with Rich. He lets me move around him, feeling my body, and matches every one of my hip motions but he has a hard time with the actual steps. When the music changes to a faster, salsa beat, I show him the footwork and he tries to keep up with my pace but the beat is too fast.

"The fact that you are such a good dancer makes my dancing skills look even worse than they are!" Rich throws himself into a chair at our table, breathing heavy after a mediocre attempt to dance with me. I take the seat next to him and take a drink of my wine.

"Oh come on, babe. You're not that bad," I say with a smile.

"You're right, I'm not that bad." Rich takes a drink and turns back to me. "But next to you, I look like Black Peewee Herman trying to dance with Baby from Dirty Dancing."

I laugh out loud but when Rich starts to pout, I get up and settle on his lap. I take his face in my hands and say, "You are perfect just the way you are. I don't care if you can't dance well, but you're trying for me and I appreciate it". I give him a smile and kiss him. We sit together and sip our wine, watching the dancers move in and out of each other as the beat ebbs and flows.

"May I have this dance?"

I look up and see Michelangelo standing in front of us. "Go ahead," Rich nudges me off his lap and I take his hand. We go to the floor and dance a hard, fast salsa with lots of tricks and turns. I can feel Rich's eyes on me and when I steal a glance in his direction, I can see a playful yet lustful jealousy burning in his eyes. When the dance ends, Michelangelo brings my knuckle to his lips before heading off toward his own table with his friends.




California Dreamin' Pt. 02



I turn back to Rich and see his passion flare up when we lock eyes. I decide to make a pit stop at the bar before going to the table. I watch Rich try to control himself out of the corner of my eye as I sensually caress my neck and shoulders as I lean over the edge of the bar. When the bartender comes over to me, I arch my back, pushing my tits forward, and ask for a glass of ice. When he returns with the frosty glass, I smile and wink. I turn back to Rich and dip my fingers in the cup to pull out a piece of ice. I let a few drips fall between my breasts as I suck on the cube. Over my lashes I see Rich cross his legs and put his palms protectively over his growing package. My lips curl into a smile and when I finally think Rich has been teased enough, I make my way back to the table.

I slowly walk back over, exaggerating the swing of hips, until I am standing in front of Rich. I place the glass down on the table and lean over until my mouth is at Rich's ear and my tits are his eye level. "You have nothing to worry about, baby," I whisper. "You're the only one I want." I take his ear lobe in my cold mouth and graze my teeth over the soft flesh. Rich grasps my hips and lets out a heavy sigh. I whisper, "Do you want to get out of here?"

"Fuck yes." Rich stands and I give him a wink. I lean over the table to reach for my purse on the next chair and I hear Rich stifle a moan as he watches my ass. When I come back to face him, he smashes his mouth onto mine and holds my face in both hands. I am breathless when we part and now Rich is the one who takes my hand and pulls me out of the room.

The air is cool and we walk briskly down the dirt path between two wide fields of grape and olive trees. We don't say anything but when we are almost back at the hotel, Rich grabs me and pushes me against a tree by the side of the road. With one hand cupping my chin and the other kneading my breast, Rich forces his tongue into my mouth. I press my hips forward into his erection and let myself get lost in the kiss. I fist my hands in his shirt and I can feel his need and passion pulsing in his skin. I moan when he moves from my mouth to my neck, taunting my senses with grazes of his teeth.

"You made me so fucking jealous tonight, Cecelia," Rich growls. With every nip to my sensitive skin, I can feel myself getting wetter between my legs.

"I know," I manage to whisper.

Rich finally stop his aggressive attack on my neck and looks down at me. I avoid his eyes but he turns my head to face him. After a few seconds, he closes his eyes and sighs and I see my opportunity to break away from him. I back away slowly, playfully watching Rich's inner tiger come to life. After a few seconds of our standoff, I start to giggle and break into a run into the vineyard. Rich chases me as I weave in and out of the vines, grapes and leaves crunching under my shoes. I finally reach the cluster of Cyprus trees and stop to catch my breath. I don't hear Rich's footsteps anymore and bubble of panic rises in my throat. "Rich," I whisper. "Where are you?"

"Right here," a hungry voice says behind me. I turn toward the words but Rich is too fast. He traps my scream in his open mouth and forces me against one of the trees. He is hungry and aggressive and I love it. I let Rich lift me off the ground and I wrap my legs around his waist. "I hate it when you make me jealous, Cecelia. But somehow it makes me want you so fucking bad."

I lock eyes with Rich and absorb his confused mix of pain and lust. At that moment I see how vulnerable he is and how much he truly loves me and needs me. I take his face in my hands and firmly tell him, "I'm yours. Don't you ever forget that." Rich's eyes burn and he pushes me against the tree harder with his body. He reaches down and rips open his pants to free his throbbing cock. I grab onto Rich's shoulders and hold in a cry of ecstasy as Rich pulls my panties aside and slides his dick into my wet pussy. He grabs at my body and he devours my mouth and I let him take me, all of me. His strokes are hard and fast and I can feel every emotion in my body through him. It's overwhelming and incredibly erotic.

I slowly feel myself coming undone and I slip close to the edge of orgasm. The combination of the thrill of fucking outside for anyone to see and the passion and aggression coursing between my body and Rich's is exciting and hot. I wrap myself tighter around him as I feel my body shudder. I think I am going to fall from the hard waves of pleasure racking my body, but Rich holds me in his arms as he finds his own release.

When Rich finally relaxes, we slide down the tree trunk and come to rest on the ground. Rich sits and then lies back with me resting on top of him. I lay my head down on his chest and take a deep breath. When I feel his arms wrap around me in a warm embrace, I exhale the breath I had been holding. We stay like this for several minutes, breathing in the cool Italian air and feeling the heat radiate between us. I don't care that we are lying half naked in an open field under a tree, all I want is to share this intimate moment with the man I love. Finally, Rich speaks.

"I'm sorry."

I lift my body up so I can see his face. His head is facing away from me but I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. "What are you sorry for? I'm the one who is sorry that I made you jealous."

He turns his gaze to me and his emotions scare me. "I shouldn't have reacted so harshly. It's just that...I don't like sharing and I want you to be mine. Forever."

I am speechless. Rich sits up and I try to stand but he pulls me back down onto his lap. His hands curl up and around my cheeks and he pulls me in for a gentle kiss. When we pull apart, Rich reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black velvet bag. My breath catches in my throat. He pulls the two strings apart, dips his fingers into the soft fabric, and pulls out a ring.

I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't look anywhere but at this beautiful ring. It is a yellow gold band intertwined with a diamond studded white gold band. There is a small square cut diamond set in the middle. Rich takes my hands in his and I snap out of my trance; I realize I am shaking. "Cecelia Warner, I love you with all my heart and I will never stop loving you until the end of time. Even when you leave hair in the bathtub or when you insist on Hawaiian pizza when all I want is plain cheese. You are so beautiful and special to me and I love the person I am because of you. Will you be my lover, my wife, my partner, forever?"

Tears form in my eyes and I nod my head, slowly at first but faster and faster as the tears start to overflow. "Is that a yes," Rich asks tentatively.

"Of course! Yes!" I throw my arms around Rich's neck and kiss him. "A thousand times, yes!" I can feel thick tears on my face but I don't care about anything but this man in front of me. I laugh and cry and squeal between kisses and Rich just holds me and kisses me back. When I finally get control on my emotions, Rich takes my left hand in his, caresses my knuckles, and slides the cool metal onto my ring finger. Once it is in place, I scream out loud and tackle my future husband to the ground. "I love you so much, Richard Sands, and it would be an honor to be your wife."

Rich smiles like a kid on Christmas. "Even for forever? Forever is a long time, Cecelia," Rich whispers as he curls his fingers into my hair and pulls me closer.

I wipe the tears from my eyes and nod. "Yes Richard, even for forever."



California Dreaming



I was hungry. It was early. The first rays of sunlight colored the sand blue and purple...It was amazing, the whole beach looked like it was roasting; the sand blew on my face. Humidity stung, and yet it was delightful.

I stepped outside my room and was shocked by the beauty of that morning...A promising day, no doubt.

I wore a light cotton blouse and my shorts, showing off my belly, finally flat, after slaving for weeks doing abs. My sandals had heels which made me look slightly taller than my five feet. I liked that. My hair, I let down, being brushed by the strokes of the wind.

"Welcome to California!" I said to myself.

There was a Denny's right across the street, a blessing from the gods. I was craving for their toast and eggs, a sizzling steak and a grapefruit juice, which I ordered without looking at the menu.

I unfolded my city map and took notes of some points of interest; I wanted to avoid Beverly Hills. Santa Monica offered me the kind of diversion I wanted, quiet beaches and a very bohemian flair; people were dressed with beach clothes, barefoot--if they could--smiling, very down-to-earth.

As I was fully enjoying my gourmet breakfast, you walked in. Nobody seemed to notice, except, maybe that young waitress with her little green eyes and silicone stuffed breasts with nipples that wanted to pop off her uniform.

Tall, dark, and handsome. There is your profile in three words. But, of course, I detailed the hows and the wheres of your stunning body.

I recognized you immediately. My heart was pounding insanely, a few drops of sweat flowed down my forehead.

The feisty, little missy and her graceful tits greeted you. You smiled and followed her to a booth that was separated from mine only by a glass railing. When you passed right in front of me, I stopped breathing. I felt like you could see through my body. I was naked to your eyes.

Our eyes met for a couple of seconds. Your murmured your good morning and sat down holding the menu, reading avidly. I had to stop looking at you or you were going to be startled by my lustful gaze. My mouth watered when you ran your fingers through your hair. You had trimmed just a touch. I preferred it longer, shoulder length, but it still looked good, waving up in curls. Your beard was well cut; however you missed a couple of spots, there grew a few rebellious hairs. You still looked good, you were never pretentious.

I laughed at your shirt. It was a T-shirt with Donald Duck doing some sort of trick, and it said Disneyland across your chest. Your hair was still wet, dripping over your shoulders. My eyes caressed your features, finally stopping to look at your hands with perfect knuckles and a light trail of hair covering them like spring moss.

My brains were not functioning properly. I had to stop staring or I was going to be doomed. Hell, no luck. No matter how much I wanted it, I just couldn't stop. My body longed for you; my lips ached; the insights of my thighs were igniting. My hands ran under my blouse and I felt the rhythm of my heart that had lost its mind.

So yes, you looked at me, right into my eyes, and pierced them. They burned. I went blind for a second or two. You stood up and my wickedness roamed down your flat stomach and the length of your legs. I loved those jeans you were wearing, cuddling your buttocks, worn out by your knees. You got your wallet out and took a bill to pay for your unfinished meal. You moved confidently and looked in both directions, as if you were checking for someone. You walked right in my direction.

Your eyes were sparkling. They were perfect coffee beans, meeting me with an intense look that drove me crazy and that sent spasms throughout my body. You stood in front of me like a brick tower. A grin adorned your features. You simply said, "Come with me..." You dropped a ten dollar bill on my table and took my hand. You held it tight and I got up my seat.

What was I doing? My body had a mind of its own; my legs knew what to do; my feet, one in front of the other, and yet I had no control over anything that was happening. You held the door for me as I stepped out. The sun was a bit higher in the sky and I could feel the heat of the sun filling my nostrils with humidity.

"My car is here...please, get in..." You asked me. That delicious accent of yours, rolling up your r's. I loved you for it. You were trembling. I noticed your fingers shaking lightly...Again my body moved without my permission and I got inside your car. You locked the door behind me.

Suddenly I felt I had just awakened from the deepest dream, "well, hold on a minute, "I stuttered, "what the hell are we doing? Wait...I mean...I know who you are, but...this is...Oh My God!"

"Shhhh," you said hushing me, letting your index finger down my nose, "it's gonna be okay."

I knew we were going to your place. We drove a few miles down the already inhabited beaches. I could see your eyes looking around, even with your dark glasses.

"What are your plans?" I asked with a dimmed voice, trying to make some sense out of everything, "I mean, are you rehearsing for a new role or something?"

You laughed and took my hand in yours, kissing my fingers one by one. "What is your name?" You asked. I told you. You repeated my name three or four times, like no other human being ever had. I wished I had a longer name, so it would have lingered in your tongue a bit longer.

We drove for a few more minutes and stopped by an oasis that led to an apartment complex. A pool and golf courts were in sight; I saw more palm trees than in the whole estate of Florida. You held my hand and I followed you through a tropical jungle to an apartment with a patio and sliding doors, nothing spectacular about it.

We walked in and I stood breathless as I noticed you had full view of the ocean. You stood right behind me and massaged my shoulders. I closed my eyes and let my body be filled by waves of pleasure.

Every time I moved my mouth to speak you rushed to shut me up, putting your fingers on my mouth or running a trail down my cheeks. "Would you like something to drink? I have fresh squeezed lemonade. I added some soda, so it's sparkling...You will like it..."

You did not give me time to answer. You simply put a glass in my hands. I needed it. The bubbles tickled my nose, but it refreshed me, a stingy lemon-lime flavor invaded me and I felt in cloud nine.

That lemonade must have been drugged with an aphrodisiac. My mind went numbed and I felt a terrible need to be near you; you must have sensed it because you walked my way. You had that look again on your eyes that electrified my bones. You played with my hair, which ran down freely in your hand. I said no words...just felt...just sensed and savored your touch with every pore of my body.

"You are exquisite..." You said as you found a place for me in your embrace, " I should be saying that about you, but I guess you hear that from women every day..." I snuggled against your chest and my hands encircled your waist. Instinctively, they ran down your buttocks where I placed them inside your pockets.

There was music playing in the background somewhere. I let myself go with the rhythm. You followed and there was no other noise but some strange percussion ensemble and us breathing rapidly. I wasn't quite as tall to hear your heart beating, but it was mesmerizing to sense the heat of your body through your shirt.

You ran your hands down my hair, combing it with your fingers until my scalp had goose bumps all around it. I dreaded looking at you. I dreaded what could come.

Somehow, I gathered what was left of air in my lungs and breathed out, "Please, stop, please..."

"You want this as much as I do...Please, let me hold you close to me...Look at me..." I hesitated. You took both my hands and half them tight against you. You bent down and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes instantaneously. Your lips were full, their flesh writing the word lust against my own skin.

My hands disobeyed me again as I slid them up and down your body. I dared slipping them under your shirt. A mound of flesh, flawless, hairless, boiling at my touch. You exhaled. I came to caress your chest and the muscles down your abs. You moaned and mild spasms quivered your body, but you didn't stop me. You murmured words in a foreign language. It excited me beyond compare. Soon you shifted to English, but I urged you to speak to me again in that millennial blurb that made me weak at the knees.

No inch of your chest was left untouched. In return, you searched for the buttons of my flimsy blouse. You started unbuttoned it, but I made you stop...I wasn't quite ready to show my nakedness to your intriguing eyes.

You made me follow you to the couch in the living room, where the sport page of the LA Times laid unread. We sat down close to each other. Your hands ran to my buttocks as you said: "I cannot take my hands off you, woman..."

"I'm afraid I might be dreaming...This cannot be happening, "I muttered, "This...oh, God...not even in my wildest fantasy...I saw this..."

"Shhhh, you answered, "just give yourself to me...just let go...Today we will take a journey together to the universe of our own senses...You just got to be yourself...That's all..."

I listened quietly, sliding my fingers down your curls.

You got up and when you came back you brought a gray silk scarf with you. You blindfolded me. I did not understand any of it...You were blindfolding me like we were immersed in a story of the Marquis de Sade. I was scared and I was doomed, for my body was sending messages that I couldn't control. I realized I did not want to.

I found my self on top of you, blindfolded, breathing rapidly and letting my hands go where they wanted to. You started the inevitable. You moved your hips underneath me. Your manhood was already hard, even through the thickness of your jeans. My hips moved to meet yours and you caressed my naked thighs. I was on the verge of climaxing...You stopped.

Almost noon now, the sun was high in the sky and the temperature kept rising; I was sweating and my cotton blouse started to itch; my bra was too much.

"What are we going to do now?" You pulled me close to you, just a millionth of an inch away from your kiss. You blew air on my face and my lips parted, ready to devour yours. You chuckled and your breath tingled. "Don't rush..." Again that glorious accent, damn it, it was worse than any torture...I ran my hands inside my clothing; I touched myself lightly...my nipples were erected, little pebbles ready to break through the linen.

I was but one trembling leaf in your arms, so I dared to take the next step. The tip of my tongue drew a straight line on your lower lip. There it stayed running back and forth, back and forth. Suddenly, it met the humid tip of yours, which started teasing my whole mouth. I smiled, and your tongue ran through my teeth. Both our tongues started playing hide and seek until none of us could take it. I unfolded myself, I held your face firmly between my hands and I met the fury of your kiss that melted away my last drop of sanity.

Our kisses found a way to spell the word "passion" in one hundred different languages. They grew dim or they grew more intense, whatever our instincts would tell us. It did not matter. 

You rushed then to relieve me from the heaviness of my clothes. Savagely you unbuttoned my blouse; your hands trembled over my zipper, my shorts were off in two seconds flat. You were hungry for me, for my skin; your nails scratched me; my breasts welcomed the wetness of your mouth; you were thirsty; you quenched your thirst with my own sweat.

You started muttering words in that glorious language again and you drove me wild. Your kisses built a highway down my body; you tasted me through my brief underwear; you spared little, delicious kisses, your fingers playing with me, provoking me.

My body became an extension of yours as I explored you. I don't know how many centuries passed or how many hours. The insight of your legs was dripping; my womanhood kept calling your name; you flavored it as if it were a mint chocolate pie, "You are insatiable...irresistible..." You said to me..."Please go down on me...please...don't stop..." Was all I could say...I lost track of my words, only remembering that I kept repeating your name over and over again...

"Take me now...please, take me, I'm yours..." I whispered...

You kissed me with so much intensity I couldn't breathe; your tongue came almost down my throat. I held on tight to your hair as you entered me, thrusting with all your strength..."Oh God almighty," I exclaimed, "please go faster...please...faster...faster..."

"Oh God, I want you so much..." You said moaning right in my ear. You lit a pyre in my very soul. I found myself inside you. There was my home, my shelter, my castle, my dream ship. I opened like a flower; I was ripened fruit. We rolled on the floor of your living room; the music making me dizzy. You knew how to do this. You knew how to pleasure a woman...

I was very inexperienced, yet I felt like a sex goddess taking you on my mouth, smelling the scent of a real man..."Please let me come inside you...please...I cannot contain myself any longer..."

I let you in and in a matter of seconds you came deliriously with the fury of a tornado, cussing and blessing. You let your head fall on my breast; you stayed like that for a while, a wave upon the sand...

In the midst of a strange dream, I recalled the vents as if they were movie scenes from long ago, black and white; exotic like Casablanca or Madonna's steamiest video...I did not remember when or how I ended under the sheets of your bed in a room with almost no furniture, but just the basics...There was a clock tickling right next to me on a table. It surprised me. It was already 4 o'clock...

You were gone...I sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at myself completely naked; my skin all shiny; a last wicked drop of sweat running between my breasts. I was afraid of what had just happened. As many times as I dreamed of you, it was never gonna be like this. I had got lost in my own desire. I had given my body to a stranger...I had given you my soul and all my love...I let a tear to run down my face...

But I couldn't run...I couldn't hide...I had to make my way to the living room to gather my clothes and my modesty. I wrapped myself up in a blanket and I walked down the little hallway to the living room. I found you seating on the rug with earphones. Your eyes were closed, but as soon as I appeared you smiled at me. "You look like an angel..." You said. I let the blanket roll down to my feet and I walked like that to your arms that encircled my hips and made me sit down next to you, cuddled in your arms; my head resting on your shoulder.

We stayed silent for a long time. Then you said very casually, "Why don't you come with me later to buy some lobster down the dock?" I liked that...

You kissed my forehead and lifted my chin to make my lips meet yours in an ever o softly kiss. You picked up the blanket and you put it around your shoulders, covering me with your body while I sat between your legs.

"What's gonna happen next..." I asked...

"I don't make plans...I don't know...but I'm glad it happened like this..." You answered...

I tilted my head where it met your shoulder blade, you played with my hair. You sang me a song in your native language and then you translated it...

"It's a song, my flower, it's a love song about lovers who reconcile and meet in a rich land, you said, "My mother taught me that...My father used to sing it to her..."

"I like that," I answered...

"I want you to know something, "you added, "I haven't made love to a woman in many months...What we had was beautiful and I will treasure it always...

"I feel I'm trapped in a fairy tale, surrounded by black swans in a palace guarded by unicorns..."

You laughed..."Let me see you everyday," you pleaded, "let me see you every day and let me spend every night with while you are here..."

"But I shall leave in a few weeks, "I added sadly. "Then I will give you a motive to stay..."You answered.

When we finally got dressed and walked down the dock, the sun was a pale orange shadow in the horizon. We walked hand in hand like an old couple, in silence, looking at each other...

We bought lobsters and crab and you cooked dinner for us...

"I have an idea, "you said, "I have to shoot a film in New Mexico in about a month, why don't you come with me?"

I imagined us staying in a beautiful hacienda in Santa Fe and everything was perfect...

"I would have to think abo..." You did not let me finish. You kissed me with a renewed heat, taking my breath away, but assuring me that I had found the place where I belonged.

THE END



California Dreaming



Jane was bored, lonely in her marriage, and at times over whelmed with the responsibilities of her life. Her husband Steve was a decent enough fellow but not as adventurous as she needed. She yearned for some excitement, sexual excitement would be best, but really anything to break the monotony of her life would due. She managed the busy household, got the girls off to school, ran errands and took classes at the university. Steve liked to fuck her a few times a week, usually in the missionary position. His cock was enormous and filled her completely when they had intercourse. The problem was that he did not enjoy variety, preferring instead to cum as quickly as possible and in her mind, be done with her. 

She was often left aching for a fuller sexual experience but realized that while Steve loved her very much, he was not a very sexual person and had many hang ups regarding sex and love. He was able to fuck her silly and raw during their courtship, but once they married and had children, he seemed to feel awkward doing sexual things with the mother of his children. She often thought of having an affair, but quickly realized that she was not that kind of girl. 

She started taking classes at the local university a few years ago, and was acutely aware of how the students and professors looked at her. At 37 years of age, she was clearly the oldest student in the class, but maintained a youthful body with a combination of yoga and daily jogging. She especially enjoyed teasing the older married professors. She was blond, petite, and had sparkling green eyes. She wished her breasts were bigger. She did take pride, however, in the responsiveness of her nipples when she wore sun dresses and a tank top. Her breasts were small enough and perky enough that she rarely wore a bra. When in class, she typically sat in the front row. She was very feminine and enjoyed lifting her skirt a bit while she crossed her legs, revealing a distracting amount of her well toned upper thigh. She was well aware of the rush she got when the professor stumbled over his words or was otherwise distracted by her sexuality. 

She usually came home from class aroused by the teasing and flirting and ultimately hoped that her husband would return from work and want to have his way with her. She tried hard to be a good wife for him. She always had his meals ready when he came home. She also made it a point to be showered, and scented so as to arouse his desires. If it were not for his big cock and his hefty salary, she might have left a long time ago. Trouble was that she enjoyed the nice lifestyle he offered her, and despite the lack of variety in their physical relationship, she never experienced a cock as large and thick as his. 

On rare occasions, he permitted her to perform oral sex on him. He was weird about oral sex, feeling that it was dirty and something only whores did for money. She could not tell him how much she craved to cup his balls while trying to take him inside of her mouth. She often fantasized about the feeling of his semi erect cock in her hand. Few things thrilled her more than feeling his cock grow in her hand while she gently stroked him to a full erection.

It had been a long time since she was a "bad girl". The kids were off with Steve for a fun day at the zoo. He liked to have special time with the girls, and at the same time give his lovely wife the gift of time to herself. Today she felt like sitting on her deck to enjoy a glorious hot, sunny, breezy California afternoon. She enjoyed listening to the sounds of summer. She wore her favorite sun dress, sipped a chilled glass of Pinot Grigio and parted her legs ever so slightly so she could feel the breeze brush along her inner thighs and pubic hairs. She never wore panties on her afternoons to herself. As the wine began to take effect, she could feel herself getting aroused and found herself daydreaming about the last time she was "bad". She became extremely relaxed and drifted off to sleep. She had the following dream.

She dreamt that Steve was away on a business trip and left his black 2006 sporty Saab for her to enjoy. Her mother volunteered to watch her girls so that she could have time to herself. She dropped the girls off, and on the way home, she began to feel the intense rush that came with driving the Saab. Throwing caution to the wind, she decided to drive to Venice Beach. She loved it by the ocean and loved to watch and daydream about the variety of free spirits that roamed the beach and boardwalk. She fantasized about a lesbian experience with one of the many very beautiful women that roamed the beach. 

She also fantasized about the men, but it made her feel guilty and ashamed. On the way to Venice Beach, she could feel the vibrations of the car getting her excited. The Saab was very powerful, impeccably tuned and extremely responsive. Her husband once told her that when he test drove the car, it felt like the perfect "tight little pussy". She never forgot that image, and was frustrated that she apparently was not alluring enough to be his perfect little genital.

By the time she arrived at the beach, she was flush and panting with desire. As she drove down the freeway, her mind drifted to thoughts of how much she wanted to be taken by her husband. She longed for the days when she excited him and he was not hung up on her new role as mother to his children. She wanted to be penetrated in the worse way, but was not about to pick up some muscle head on the beach. Her guilt, pride and self respect did not allow for that kind of behavior. She sat in the parking lot overlooking the beach and watched the sun set. 

She could not believe the intensity of her desire. By the time the sun dropped below the horizon, she was simply out of control from the heat emanating from her genitals. As she lifted her dress to see what was going on down there, she was shocked to see that her labia had become swollen to an insane proportion and her clitoris was fully erect, throbbing and looked to her like a miniature version of Steve's cock. She worried that her nectar was going to stain his precious leather seats. 

With no one around except for the occasional inline skater gliding by, she decided to take matters into her own hands. She began rubbing her smallish breasts, pinching her nipples while squeezing her legs together. She wanted to recline the seat, put her legs up on the dash, and fist herself silly, but was afraid that such activity in the car would leave her too exposed and vulnerable to people passing by. 

She never told her husband about how much she enjoyed putting large objects in her vagina and anus. Typically, it was her own hand, which she could take past her knuckles. At times, it was wine bottles, her husbands golf club, various fruits and vegetables, and on one occasion, she went to class with a butt plug she received as a gag gift from the girls in her class. While in class, she felt the waves of pleasure as she squeezed her sphincter and rocked in her seat. 

She decided that there was only one thing that would work in the Saab tonight. She left one leg on the drivers side, and lifted her other leg so that it rested on the passenger side. She was now straddling the stick shift and began rubbing it along her now slippery pussy. Her engorged lips enveloped the handle and seemed to suction it inside of her. She thought about how many times his hands were on that gear shift and how she wished that it was his hand or penis penetrating her. Although bored with sexual activity with her husband, she nonetheless imagined being on her back, grabbing her ankles to spread her legs, and having her husband pound the shit out of her. Although the experience was usually way too brief for her desires, it was nonetheless intense while it lasted. She never talked dirty to her husband, but while imagining him ravaging her pussy with big cock, and actually sliding the gear shift around her wet pussy, she whispered, "Oh Steve, fuck me like the dirty whore that I am!".

With that, she lost all control, took a deep breath, and slid down to take the entire gear shift into her. She winced in pain, but refused to lift herself off the gearshift. While grinding her pelvis she rubbed her erect little jewel to orgasm.

Suddenly, she heard the car door slam, and the squeals of her girls filled with excitement from their day with Steve shook her back to reality. She shook the cobwebs from her head, and was embarrassed to find that she had fallen asleep with her hand between her legs. She adjusted her sundress and was excited to welcome the girls back. At the same time, she refused to rinse her fingers. She surmised that as she daydreamed and was half conscious, she must have been masturbating until she drifted off. 

She kissed Steve on the lips and dared not let him touch her right hand. She claimed to have to go to the bathroom to tinkle and while there, she ached so bad that she lubricated her ass with lotion, squatted over the plunger and fucked herself until she climaxed. 



California Dreaming



I had already been there a few days and hadn't yet had the chance to enjoy all that Southern California had to offer. The business part of my trip was finally over, so I decided to head down to Ocean Beach for some well deserved fun in the sun. 

I found myself a spot in the sand near a group surfers, and set myself up for the day. I took off my wrap and saw the looks from a couple of the nearby boys, which of course made me smirk a bit being that I wasn't your typical "California Girl". Although my tan may have needed some work, okay- a lot of work, I still fit nicely into my little string bikini; that and the fact that my body was all real were two things that I was quite proud of.

I cracked my book and started to read, but I found the thrill of being on a beautiful California beach far too distracting. I would read a few lines and then have to look up to see where some noise was coming from, or watch a couple of deeply tanned beach boys (or sometimes girls) wander by. The sound of the surf and the smell of the Hawaiian Tropic oil kept me stumbling over the words for quite a while.

I was starting to feel a little baked, so I turned over on my belly with my head towards the water. I continued to try to read, but found myself looking over the top of the book at the surfers. Their bodies were so lean and muscular from the constant pummeling of the surf. I started to wonder what it would be like to be with one of them. I scanned the waves trying to pick out one of the boys for my little fantasy. The blond hot-shot with the orange shorts? I never really liked blonds. Maybe the smaller guy sitting on his board farther out. No. He was too young. 

I watched for a while, trying to pick out a target. Just then, I heard someone say "You'd better watch out... You're starting to get burned."

He was walking up behind me with a long-board headed down to the water. I turned around to say thank you and got a quick flash of smile. Dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, nice fit body and a killer smile... Yup, he'll do.

I gave him a smile and said thanks as he walked by. I knew he had taken one last, quick look at my heart-shaped ass as he passed and this made me beam a little.

I sat up and began rubbing some lotion on as he paddled out to the surf. I watched over my sunglasses as he sat on his board, waiting for the right wave. After a while, he found it. He lay back down on the board and began paddling, and just before the wave began to crest he used his muscular arms to press himself up onto his feet. As he was standing, I was able to see the outline of his frame. I started to think about wrapping my legs around that slim waistline...

A volleyball flew by and almost hit me in the head, which was probably a good thing, too, because I'm sure I had that stupid look on my face that I get when I'm... well... thinking about sex.

The blond haired surfer started chatting with me, and I chatted back just to be nice. I could tell he was interested, but he was a bit pushy for me which I find a big turn-off. I started to see my skin was getting pinker, so I decided that as much as I may have liked to stay here on the beach, I needed to leave before I regretted it. The California sun is far stronger than what I normally see back east.

My beautiful surfer boy was still out riding when I packed up, so I feared I would never have my chance to try to win him over. Just as well; he was probably married or something.

I got back to my hotel room and hopped in the shower. I had left just In time! I wasn't yet burnt, but another half-hour....

As I let the cool water rush over me, my mind wandered back to my surfer boy. I thought of his body and how I would love to have the full force of him pressed up against me in the shower. I soaped up my breasts, staying a little longer than usual, giving each one a good squeeze as I let the slippery soap lather them up. I imagined his hand grabbing each one as he held me closer. 

I closed my eyes and imagined his mouth reaching for mine, pressing me up against the shower wall, his hand -my hand - running down my tiny waist and onto the roundness of my hip. I imagined the warmth of his skin pressing up against my chest, his eyes meeting mine, our breathing slow and synchronized.

I thought about the soap and how I would want to lather him up, starting from his neck, working my way slowly down his chest, drinking in every detail of his frame; Soaping up his abs....

I thought of how he would be so hard by now, wanting me. I would take his dick in my soapy hands and stroke it , watching it glisten with anticipation; washing his balls with great care; stroking his soapy cock until he couldn't take it anymore.

I was getting so worked up thinking about this. I had lathered up my belly really well and now worked the soap down over my thigh. I put my foot up on the side of the tub and brought my soapy hand down to my pussy. I washed, making sure to get every inch of myself clean....

I leaned back against the wall providing more access to my now slippery cunt. I imagined the head of his hard cock pressing up against my clit as his tongue penetrated my mouth and his hand gently held the back of my neck. My fingers slid on my clit as I imagined his cock head probing me, teasingly. I finally couldn't wait anymore, so I dug my fingers deep into my hole and pumped my hips to meet them. I imagined him pushing into me with full force, pressing my body against the cool tiles with his warm, tanned skin.

I came, fast and hard. I didn't need any more fantasy, I needed to get out and stop thinking about my surfer boy....



I found a bar with a patio out by the beach. It was a nice night, so I thought it would be nice to be outside a bit. I got a drink and took it over to the railing overlooking the water. I watched as the last moments of blazing pink sun faded into the black waters of the Pacific. It felt a shame not to have someone to share it with. 

Just as I started to feel a bit melancholy, I realized someone was standing next to me. I didn't want to turn and look, not knowing why they were there or who it was. But then, I heard a somewhat familiar voice asking "So, did you manage to keep that lily-white skin of yours from getting burned?"

My heart stopped; I felt my teeth clench for a second and then I turned, smiled my sexiest smile and gave a little smirk, "Yes, thanks to you."

"Terrific! Wouldn't want you not to be able to enjoy the rest of your trip."

"You assume I am on a trip," I quipped back.

"Ah, no one from around here is that white," he teased.

"Busted," I joked back.

He had a really sweet smile and very deep brown eyes that gleamed when he looked at me. As he talked, I felt guilty for what I had been thinking about him earlier... sort of. He was intelligent, warm and really seemed interested in knowing me. It was a real thrill just to listen to him talk.

His name was Brandon. He had grown up there in Southern California and, apart from a few years, had lived there all his life. 

We had a few drinks, laughing and talking as we got to know one another. He asked me if I had ever tried surfing. I told him of my inherent fear of the ocean. He laughed and said there was no reason to be afraid, and that he thought he could help me overcome my fears. I laughed back and said I would like to see him try.

The night glimmered on and our glasses were emptied several times. The bar was emptying out as people were headed to clubs and parties. Brandon asked me if I would like to go for a walk down the beach. There was no way I could have resisted.

I stumbled a little, having drank a little more than I had remembered and he chuckled and put is arm around my waist. We walked a short way down to a nice beach area where there weren't any people. It was dark; the only light in the area came from the amusements a few blocks away and the moon. The sound of the surf pounded in my ears and made me feel hypnotized by it's splendor.

He stopped walking and pulled me in towards him. He looked into my eyes and said "Do you know how badly I want you?"

I quivered. If he only knew what I had done earlier while thinking about him....

He gave me a gentle, questioning kiss; testing the waters. He pulled back for a moment, but then I dove in to him with much more assurance. As I kissed him, I felt the goosebumps rising on my skin like wildfire. A deep ache grew between my legs, a kind of vacancy that needed filling. I knew I had to have him, and it had to be that night.

As we kissed, I started to rub his chest. His strong pectoral muscles seemed to shudder at my touch. I reached my hands under his shirt and lifted it up over his head. I wasn't sure where we were going to do this, but at that moment I didn't care. His hand found my breast and began to rub it as he came back and kissed me harder.

Before I knew it, my dress was laying on the sand, right next to his shorts which had somehow fallen off his now gloriously naked body. I reached down and gently grabbed his swollen cock and gave it a few caresses. He smiled that ever-so-sweet smile and kissed me, happy that I seemed pleased. But the pleasure was now going to be his, I was not going to let a beautiful dick like that go to waste....

He started to kiss his way down my neck, but I stopped him and began kissing his chest. He resisted a little, trying to be the one in control, but I wasn't having it. I gave him a devilish grin as I stopped his hands from holding me and I continued on my journey down to my new toy.

His cock was standing straight up and glistening at the tip. I put my hand on the shaft and rubbed my thumb in the pre-cum then slid it down slightly under the top of the head. I held his cock firmly as I used the slippery juice to glide my thumb in little gentle circles on his frenulum. He took a deep breath and let out a little sigh of pleasure. I felt his cock grow harder as I continued, then massaged his balls with my other hand. He began breathing deeper, so I knew I had better stop for a moment and let him regain his composure. I released my grip slightly and used my tongue to moisten the underside of his shaft. I looked up at him to gage his reaction. He smiled back and ran his fingers through my hair. I knew I was on the right track.

I licked my way up the shaft again and this time put the head in my mouth. I gave it a few ice-cream-cone sucks, working the frenulum with my tongue. After a few teases, I sucked as much of his cock in as I could (using a hand on the rest) and then slowly I pulled back off, applying some pressure with my tongue as I came up. I then went back down again, this time giving his balls a good handling with my free hand. I repeated this a few times, occasionally giving the head a few sucks when I got to the top. 

After a few moments he started to breath heavy and buck his hips a bit. I slowed down the pace and just licked. I wasn't going to waste this good hard cock on my mouth! He understood what I was doing and he used his hand to guide me back up to standing with him. He kissed me fiercely when I got up to his face. My cunt was now dripping with the thought of him inside me. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip. I felt his cock pressing into my thigh and it was all I could do to keep from jumping on him right then. 

He kissed me again and lifted me up, holding my ass, and carried me to a nearby discarded chair. He set me down and knelt before me then dove his face deep into my dripping wet pussy. He licked my clit a few times and it was all I could do not to squeal. His tongue probed into my cunt and then up along my clit. He wrapped his arms under my thighs and lifted my legs up over his shoulders. He reached up and grabbed my breasts and squeezed as he licked, swirled and sucked my clit. I let out a moan loud enough for someone to have heard and I was about to lose control when he slowed down, and stopped. I sucked in the salty night air, shocked in disbelief that he would do such a thing! I was shaking, desperate for that release that I had been sure would happen, but he just smiled....

He kissed my thigh as he pulled it off his shoulder. I nearly knocked him down onto the sand and raped him, but I was still trying to figure out what was going on. He got up and walked down towards the water. I stood up and stared at him for a minute, and when he reached the shoreline he looked back at me and walked in. He was trying to get me to go in with him. This was his evil, twisted little plan to get me over my fear. Buzz kill.

I walked out until my knees were in the surf, but couldn't go any farther. He was out pretty deep at this point and stopped to watch me. "Come on, silly," he taunted back. "The water's nice and warm."

I stared, pensively for a moment, but could not move. I shook my head at him. He shrugged and then headed back up.

When he reached me he took my hand and tried to pull me out. I held my ground. He came and stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I felt so bad for ruining the moment, but I couldn't bring myself to walk out into that water.

He whispered in my ear "What are you so afraid of?"

"It's just... so... dark... And I don't know what is in there."

He nibbled my earlobe. His hand worked it's way up and grabbed my breast and gave it a good squeeze. I felt his cock pressing into my butt cheek and arched my back. I was getting turned on again and thought maybe he would give up on his quest.

He slowly worked his other hand down between my legs and pressed his finger onto my clit. I opened my legs a bit to give him more access. He kissed my neck as he started swirling his finger along the slippery surface almost probing into my cunt, but not allowing me that pleasure. All I wanted was for him to slip his dick in me and fuck me, I could barely stand it another minute. He squeezed my breast harder as he whispered "Come on Tori, I want you so bad...."

Feeling his warm breath in my ear was more than I could stand. I knew he wasn't going to give in and so I had to be the one to face up to my fear. He gave me a gentle push from behind, and I caved.

He slowly eased me out into the water, the waves surrounding us as our feet scuffled along the sandy floor. I was shaking, but I wasn't sure if it was the fear or the excitement that was the cause. He stayed close, holding me, making me feel as safe as he could. My eyes darted around through the dark water below, searching for some sign of movement; some sign of life.

When we got out as far as he wanted, he stopped and turned me around. He asked if I was okay and I gave him a half-hearted nod. He kissed me, gently at first and then stronger. He ran his hand down over my ass and spread me open as I put my leg up over his hip. He lifted me up and sat me on his rock hard cock. He filled me up inside.

The weightlessness of our bodies in the salty waters of the Pacific made our movements slow and rhythmic. He held me close as I arched my back, massaging my insides with his throbbing member. He thrust his hips to meet my rhythm, each time getting deeper... filling me more. It felt so good I didn't ever want him to stop. It didn't take long for me to feel an orgasm building. He could sense I was near, so he grabbed my hips and help lift me up and down on his cock at a harder, faster pace. It was all I could bear; my pussy grabbed his cock and waves of pleasure rushed through me. I moaned in pleasure as he kissed my neck. 

He seemed pleased at his conquest and gave me a coy smile. "Still afraid?" he smiled.

"No, I think I'm over it," I smirked back with a stupid grin.

He carried me back towards the beach, still sitting on his hard cock. When we got out of the water he lay me down on the sand and started pumping into me, not as gentle as before. Things were getting more forceful, which was fine with me. He held my hands above my head as he pressed deep into me, hitting my g-spot harder and harder with each thrust. I arched my hips to meet his presses and get his penis to hit me in the right spot which only made him press harder. I started to let out a whimper, as I knew another orgasm was on the horizon. He kissed my neck, just under my ear and said, "Come on, Tori, I want to hear you scream my name."

The build-up finally broke and I yelled "Oh, God, Brandon... I'm cumming!"

He slammed into me with full force, increasing the pace as the orgasm intensified. He slowed down as I stopped screaming, but kept pumping which caused new tingly waves to ripple through my body. He kissed me when I finally settled and I knew it was time for him to have his turn.

I pushed him over onto his back and straddled him. I sat, once again, on his cock and bucked my hips for a moment, getting warmed up for what was to come. He reached up and grabbed my tits, smiling up at me. He knew he had done well and this was his reward.

I got onto my feet in a squatting position, held his shoulders for balance, lifted up off him a bit and then slammed my hips down on him. I started off slowly and then built up the pace until I was slamming over and over into him, fucking him with all I had. I squeezed my pussy muscles around his cock as I slid up and down his pole. It didn't take long for him to lose control, but just as he did, he sat up and held me. I dropped to my knees, still riding him as he moaned "Tori...."

Hearing him cum, and feeling his dick quiver inside me as it let out it's load made me lose control one last time. I bucked my hips a few times while he pumped and felt the joy spreading through my body; wave after wave of numbness and delight.

We sat there in the moonlight for a moment, still in our lover's embrace. He kissed me and I felt complete and fearless, if only for a moment.



California Dreams



Horace Greeley said it best in the 1800's but it still applies today. "Go west, young man." When I turned twenty, that is exactly what I did. I packed up my bags and got the hell out of Wisconsin and made my way to California, land of sunshine and movie stars and Playboy Playmates. I made a success out of myself by myself. Oh sure, people were kind and generous to me along the way, but I worked hard to pay most of them back and I never forgot their kindnesses. I never forgot several of the lovely ladies I met along the way either.

I ended up working at a movie studio doing whatever needed doing. Light carpentry, sweeping up or going for coffee -- anything. I was fascinated by the camera work and when I knew I wasn't being intrusive, I would ask the cameramen as many questions as they were willing to answer. Over time, a few of them took me under their wing and showed me how they did what they did. After five years, I was working as a camera operator on several TV shows. After ten, I was the head camera man on several. Turns out I had a good eye and was a natural at the job. It's a job that pays very well so I went from living in a bachelor apartment to a very nice condo out by Big Sur. I love waking up to the sound of the waves and seeing the bright, California sunshine. It's what I dreamed of ever since I was in my early teens.

My family back home can't understand why I'd want to live in "that place". They have the image of California that many share, the place where there are lots of crazy people and drugs and wild parties. I would say it's no truer than it is anywhere else and besides, you don't have to attend things like that. Living near nature has certainly kept me grounded and I sure as hell don't miss the cold of Wisconsin in winter.

I knew of two other young ladies who don't like living in Wisconsin, my nieces Colleen and Camilla. The pair of them hated the dull, cold winters and they didn't much care for summers there. So for the past ten years, since the girls were 9, they'd been spending the summers with me. Rather, one of them was. It had become a competition. My sister and brother argued that they didn't have enough to fly two girls out to LA so whichever niece got the best grades in that year got to visit Uncle Sandy in California and the other one had to spend a summer with her Aunt Virginia (my older sister) on her farm (yuck!) This year, it was Colleen who won the prize package.

I was at the airport looking for my niece when I feel someone tapping me on the shoulder. I look around and there was a Playboy centerfold standing behind me in a gauzy skirt and high heels. She's auburn-haired, tanned and gorgeous and I'm trying to ID what issue of Playboy she had appeared in. She started to laugh and said "Uncle Sandy, it's Colleen!" and hugs me hello. She laughed and said "You didn't even recognize me! Do I look that different?"

"I think you know the answer to that, kid," I tell her.

"I'm not a kid anymore, I'll be 19 in two weeks," Colleen answered. "I guess I was kind of a late bloomer. I grew 6 inches since last year and grew the boobs too," she chuckled. I looked her over and in heels, she was an inch or so taller than I was. I wasn't the only one checking my niece out as we went to retrieve her luggage. She really did have the body of a magazine model and the walk of one as well. It was hard to miss as she kept running on ahead of me, anxious to start her vacation. Her skirt kept flying up and I saw she was wearing stockings and not pantyhose. When had my little brat turned into such a girl? I hoped that none of the women I had been dating would think that there was any hanky-panky going on. I knew I'd have some "splainin' to do" as Ricky Ricardo used to say.

Colleen loves my place and we weren't there for 20 minutes before she had her clothes off and was diving in the water. It was a very balmy day and the water was beautiful. I was tempted to join her but I didn't think my swim trunks would hide what was a burgeoning hard on. Seeing my niece in her silver Lycra bikini was having an effect on me. I told myself that I would never cross that line, but niece or not, she was now a young woman, as she had pointed out, and a beautiful one at that.

Dinner with Colleen was also a bit torturous because she obviously knew she had a body and was dressing to accentuate it. We went to a nice restaurant I knew named the Lucia Lodge and I think there were as many eyes on my niece as there were on a few of the celebrities dining there. Of course, a 5'10" brunette in a slinky black dress and 4" heels is going to attract her share of onlookers.

After dinner, we went for a drive with the top down. I had treated myself to a new convertible last year and Colleen seemed to really enjoy it. I admit I had a bit of an arrogant swagger as I left the Lodge. How many 40 year old men can attract a 19-year old girl without being fabulously wealthy or a TV / movie star or all of the above? Yet Colleen had hung on my every word and had she not been my niece, I would have made a play for her.

We drove along and found a nice secluded spot along the beach. Colleen decided to go for a dip, discarding the dress and wading in the water with just bra and tiny thong panties. This was easily one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. Illuminated by moonlight, Colleen was truly luminescent. I would have loved to have joined her but I knew the instant I gave in to that temptation, I was lost. Instead, I just watched her frolic in the waves and waited with her while her undergarments dried enough so that we could make the journey back home. Colleen seemed to be lost deep in her own thoughts and I didn't intrude on them.

Over the next several days, Colleen worked to spoil me and for a time, she was driving me to distraction. Not because she was an intrusion, far from it. She cooked and cleaned and made sure I had a nice lunch to take to work. The distraction was the fact that my gorgeous niece had a habit of wearing only tank tops or bikini tops and shorts that were nearly indecent. At breakfast, she would come down in one of my old funky T-shirts. As Colleen is only a few inches shorter than I am, they didn't cover very much of her magnificent body. I had several photographer friends who had set me up with models who weren't half as lovely as my niece.

It wasn't just her beauty either, she seemed to radiate happiness 24-7. It seemed as if she was truly happy to be staying here and not stuck with her parents or my older sister. Many was the morning I'd wake up and find her wandering along the beach, lost in her thoughts. Often, the sun was just barely rising but Colleen seemed to have boundless energy. We would find things to do in the evenings and she was able to stay up as late as she wanted without tiring.

About a month into her visit, I came to a realization. I hadn't invited a lady friend over or gone on a date since her arrival. I told myself it was because I was too busy, but that simply wasn't true. It hadn't occurred to me simply because I was enjoying Colleen's company far too much. There was no way around it, my niece had captured me, damn her hide! I wasn't going to do anything about my own feelings, but why wasn't she out and about with kids her own age? There were plenty of sights to see and I had two cars, she could go anywhere she chose. When I broached the subject with Colleen, she was almost in tears. "Do you want me to go and stop bugging you?" She asked. I heard the little catch in her voice and immediately realized that I had hurt her feelings.

"No, no, of course not," I told Colleen as I gave her a hug. "I just thought you might want to be with kids your own age instead of hanging around with an old fart like me."

"You are NOT an old fart," Colleen argued, brushing auburn curls from her forehead. "You're a dark-haired, tanned, good looking man and you've just hit 40. I know lots of girls my age who'd love to date someone with your life experience." Before I could stop her, Colleen was kissing me and kissing me hard. That did it. That kiss sent me over the edge and every emotion I had been feeling since her arrival came surging up. I started kissing her back and when she stepped away, her deep brown eyes looked soulfully into mine. "Finally," she smiled at me. "I thought I might have to do a strip tease to get you to notice just how much I wanted you. You're a great guy, Uncle Sandy, but you can be a bit oblivious to things that are right under your nose."

"Can I?" I chuckled.

"Uh-huh," she told me. "I wanted you right from the minute I got off the plane. I even thought about suggesting we find stop at the nearest hotel, but didn't want to freak you out. So, are we going to ... well, you know?"

"That entirely depends on you," I answered honestly. "It isn't something to be taken lightly and once we do ... it ... we can't undo it. Saying that, you've been driving me crazy since your arrival and dammit, yes, I would love to fuck you!" 

Colleen laughed. "Then we will. Let's go for a walk and find some nice, secluded area where no one will spot us but where we can still enjoy a warm day and the sound of the water. I want to have sex California style."

I hesitated to point out that most of us Californians still like to have sex in a bed. Sand can get in some uncomfortable places. However, when you've got a gorgeous, sexy, almost-19 year old propositioning you, you buck up and go with the flow. Colleen grabbed a blanket, changed into her bikini and sandals and off we went. Her suit was so damned skimpy but she had the body to pull it off. This time, I didn't avert my gaze and when she caught me looking, she smiled and put a little extra bounce and wiggle in her walk. If my sister could have seen her daughter now, she'd have had a coronary or just shot her on the spot. She finally found us a nice area a few miles from my place and we sat down. I had brought some wine and a couple of glasses and we drank and talked. She kept touching my arm and looking at me as one would a lover. It was a bit disconcerting and still, sexy as hell.

Colleen finally kissed me and she pushed me down on the blanket. I dropped my wine but I was not going to stop her. Her lips covered mine and her tongue shot into my throat as she rubbed my nearly-bare chest with her soft, gentle hands. I was kissing her back and totally lost in the sensuality of the pretty teen who had been driving me mad for the past several weeks.

Colleen started pulling my shorts off. She was impatient to get what she wanted, which seemed to be my cock. I wasn't averse to letting this gorgeous young woman have most of the control because I was certain that the end result would be pleasurable for the both of us. Colleen got to my cock in seconds and made a fuss over it. She stroked it between her soft palms and eagerly licked the head. I was so turned on by her she was very lucky I didn't cum in her mouth right there and then. Colleen laughed merrily and then she throated my cock. As they say here in California, OMG, I have never felt a mouth like that in my life. Soft and warm and tender, she sucked me like my cock was the best thing in her world. Maybe to Colleen it was, I don't know. I do know that once she went to work on me, I stopped worrying about whether I would cum or not and worried more about when. With a mouth this talented, there was no way I could hold off for too long -- and I didn't.

"You're delicious, Uncle Sandy," she told me. I responded by telling her since we were having sex, she could just call me Sandy. She shook her head. "It's part of the fun, fucking my favorite uncle. Okay, now you can do me. I love having my pussy eaten, it's my favorite thing in the whole world." She whipped off her tiny little suit and crouched over my face. "Lick my horny cunt, Uncle Sandy and make me cum so we can fuck!" Words like that are guaranteed to arouse and they did. Her shaved pussy was delicious and wet and I gobbled it like a starving man at a banquet. "God, Uncle Sandy, you're almost as good as ..." Colleen didn't finish that sentence, she just encouraged me to keep licking her pussy. She ground it against my face until I made her cum, which didn't take too long. The both of us were very ready to consummate the relationship in its totality. Colleen got on top of me and smiled as she lowered that tight, gorgeous pussy down on to my cock and began to fuck me. The statuesque beauty sure knew how to fuck. She made love with a fury I have never experienced before and she wasn't gentle. She seemed to sense how much the old man could take and once she was done with me, she ran off into the surf to cleanse herself. When she came back, she was wet and laughing with delight.

"What a fuck," she grinned. "We're going to do that every night. Oh hey, while you were at the studio today, Cammy called. My sister HATES it at the farm and wanted to know if it was okay if she flies out here for the rest of the summer." When I reminded her that their parents were cheapskates, Colleen laughed. "Cammy has a job as a hostess at a restaurant called Milestones. She has her own money."

"What about what's going on between the two of us, how will we keep that a secret from your younger sister?" I asked.

"Fuck, I've been fooling around with Cammy since she turned 18," Colleen laughed. "I intend to share every detail of our relationship with my kid sister and if she wants to join in, she's more than welcome to play." Colleen then went on to describe her sister as a vivacious blonde beauty, quite different from the scrawny sixteen-year old I'd seen two years before. My cock instantly stiffened and I knew that I'd allow her sister to visit and hoped I could keep up with them. I didn't even know yet that Colleen was contemplating attending UCLA for the fall semester.