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Cardea

By: angelicscribe



The crowd roared as Libertine removed his helmet and looked to the emperor’s box to see the verdict. His adversary lay in the dust at his feet. The battle had been difficult; it had been an excellent match. But Arden’s trident had been no match for his double swords. He waited and hoped that his friend would be allowed to nurse his wounds and fight another day. But the emperor appeased the crowd, and with one well-aimed strike; Libertine stilled the heart of his fallen friend. 

As Libertine strode out of the arena, his master collected his purse. He watched with a raised eyebrow as he greedily counted the money. “Soon,” he reminded himself, “Soon I will earn my freedom.” He washed the dust from his face and waited for his master.

“Libertine,” he whispered, “Your presence has been requested by the emperor’s advisor. We are going as soon as the games are finished. You are wanted at the palace. I have a girl waiting to get you cleaned up.” Libertine raised an eyebrow. He had been invited to some aristocratic households before; he had done some fighting for a party’s entertainment. He had even been summoned once or twice to bed a lovely and rich woman who wasn’t afraid to pay for her pleasure. 



He doubted that he was being summoned for either purpose. There was no telling with Emperor Quirinus. If the rumors were to be believed, he was mad. Libertine had heard many stories about the emperor’s strange behavior. His wife, the love of his youth, had died last summer. People said he had mourned her as no man had mourned a lover before. Others said this mourning was because he had no heir. By the autumn, Quirinus has taken a new bride. Her name was Cardea. The young woman was the daughter of Quirinus’ closest advisor and many viewed the marriage as one of manipulation on the part of the girl’s father. Libertine had seen her many times. She was seated next to her husband and what had drawn Libertine’s attention was that she had once pleaded for a gladiator’s life. Everyone in the arena who could see them could tell the emperor was displeased with her, but she begged him. Libertine had to admire that courage. Very few people stood up to Quirinus and lived to tell about it.

He went to his quarters and just as his master promised there was a woman there to get him ready. She bathed his sore muscles, her expert fingers working out the tired and sore spots. She tended his wounds, mostly scratches. He looked her over as she offered him a clean tunic. She was attractive enough, but he was too curious about what might lay in store for him at the palace to placate his lust in the squalor of his cell.

In the dark of night he followed his master. He had not roamed freely since his boyhood and no longer knew the city. He took in every sight and smell. The sounds of the city streets were more overwhelming than that of the roaring crowd. The arena’s crowd was one massive voice; in the streets there were snippets of a thousand conversations floating by him. When they reached the palace a guard ushered them to a side entrance. The emperor’s advisor met them there. He was a tall, gaunt man and his expression was somber.

“Young man, I am about to take you in to the Emperor. He is going to make a request of you. People do not survive a refusal of Quirinus.” Libertine nodded his assent and wondered if this man thought him a fool. He was led into the room and immediately dropped to his knee, head lowered. His master stood in the shadows and nodded his approval. 

“My champion, Libertine, I am so pleased to see you this evening.” Quirinus was just a few feet away from him. His hand wrapped around a deep goblet of wine, his gray hair wild around his head. “I ask a favor of you, a favor that only you can perform. I have looked at all of the men in the empire and it is you that I have chosen.” He motioned for Libertine to stand. The gladiator straightened and Quirinus eyed him up and down as if he were a horse to be bought or bartered for. “Yes, he is perfect. Tell him what he must do.” Then Quirinus rushed from the room snickering.

Libertine turned and looked at his master and the advisor. The advisor addressed them nervously.

“The Empress has yet to conceive a son. If she does not soon, the Emperor is talking of finding another more pleasing wife. My daughter’s life depends on having a son and the Emperor has been unable to consummate this marriage. “ His voice was hushed and frenzied. “The emperor wants you to bed his wife and conceive a child with her. You are his prized dimacheri and he believes the gods have told him that you are the man to do this. It was the purpose of today’s match. He was choosing between you and the other gladiator.”

Libertine’s master negotiated a fee as Libertine’s mind raced. This was unbelievable; a man had died today because the emperor was impotent? He reasoned with himself that men had died because the emperor was in a foul mood and that wasn’t any better reason.

“What of the girl? Does she agree this is the will of Quirinus’ gods?” The advisor eyed him coolly.

“The girl, is your Empress and she wants to live, so she will be … amenable.” 

Libertine was escorted to a sumptuous chamber, his escort opened the massive door and then he was left inside alone. The air was scented with the mixture of florals and spices he imagined when he conjured the image of his aristocratic lover. Clean, feminine and unlike anything he had smelled before or since. The light was soft. In the center of the room was a carafe of wine and cushions covered in hues of plum, scarlet and gold. He sighed and poured some wine into a goblet worth far more than all of purses in a year.

He looked up when he heard her bare feet on the stone floor. She really was as lovely as men had said. She was young for Quirinus, but a woman in her own right. She was not just a girl as she appeared from her box in the arena. Her slender form was wrapped in a sheath of soft shimmering fabric. Her dark hair and dark eyes were striking against her fair skin. He smirked.

“Quirinus must be half dead to not be able to bed you.” He uttered half out of nervousness but also because he wanted to put her at ease and the women he had bedded before had always seemed to respond to flattery. She flinched and put her finger to her lips. 

“The Emperor is watching. I can feel his eyes on me. “ She whispered as she sat beside him primly. “ I am Cardea, Libertine. I am sorry your friend died today. My father said you had trained together since you were boys.” He nodded and watched her face. Her eyes were soft with compassion but he could sense her fear. That was a skill that had kept him alive, when he sensed fear clutch his opponent he would unleash his most ferocious assault. He had never had to lie in the dust and pray that he would receive mercy. The fear of others had kept him victorious. Making warriors feel that fear made him feel powerful but he didn’t like the feeling of knowing that she was afraid of him. He poured her a generous glass of wine.

“Drink this and steady your nerve. There is no need to be afraid of me, little one. This is beyond the control of both of us. Our fates have been decided. I will not hurt you and we will both gain the promise of one more day on this earth.” Libertine was a slave and used to not having control. He told the lovely empress this. She nodded and drank her wine. He watched her cheeks flush. She really was lovely. He admired the soft curves of her breasts, her feminine fair skin. She looked too fine for his scarred and rough hands.

“Has he ever touched you, Cardea?” She shook her head.



“He says that he finds me unappealing. That I cannot stir up the fire of any man’s heart.” He saw the subtle change in her face, the fear replaced by an emotion he could not read at first. It wasn’t until he kissed her that he knew what it was. She was ashamed. Ashamed that her husband did not want her. He smiled to himself. He would make this exquisite woman feel wanted. He could make no guarantee that his seed would bring a son, but he wanted to leave her feeling like the beautiful woman that she was.

His mouth was strong and rough on her soft and pliant lips. He felt her body stiffen as his tongue pushed into her warm mouth. His hands cupped her face. He had been given no instructions, but he wanted this woman to feel pleasure. A woman’s pleasure had never been so important to him before. He felt her mouth begin to respond as his fingers meshed in the silk of her dark hair. His mouth slid to her throat, her head thrown back offering him more. His lips nuzzled and kissed her neck hungrily and then slid to the tops of her breasts that spilled from her gown. She closed her eyes as she lay back on the cushions. His body covered hers. She nestled against the heat of his warm skin.

Cardea’s mind raced. This man was not her husband. How could her body betray her like this? She was supposed to submit to this, not relish every touch this man lavished on her body. She bit her lip and closed her eyes trying to fight the warmth that was spreading through her skin. She gasped as she felt his hands undo the laces of her gown. It took only a few tugs and her gown was just a heap of fabric beside her. 

Cardea watched as his eyes drank her in, his gaze lingering. One of his hands cupped her breast.

“Emperor or no, Cardea, you are beautiful. Any man would face both of my swords to be where I am, right now. “ His head lowered and he began to suckle her breasts, his hands kneading her feminine flesh. She tried to still her hips, but her body arched against him with need. He saw her flush deepen. “Shh, my little one. There is no shame here for you. Let me show you what this lovely body is for.” His voice was husky but his words freed her. Her hands cradled his head to his chest. He took one nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it until the pink skin puckered in between his lips.

From his hiding place Quirinus gasped. He never expected his shy young bride to respond like this. He had chosen a gladiator because she was horrified by the death and violence in the arena. In his mind he had seen her cowering and crying as his chosen warrior ravaged her. This was not working out the way he had planned at all.

But seeing his shy little bride on her back wanting more, not only made him jealous, he felt himself becoming aroused. The pale soft-spoken girl had never managed that before. He watched torn between throwing out the slave and taking her himself and watching her find her pleasure with the brute.

Libertine kissed down her smooth belly, his hands caressing her warm skin. Libertine shed his tunic wanting to feel his body cover hers. Everything about her was feminine, her scent, her skin, and the gentle needy sounds escaping her lips from the back of her throat. Her body transported him to a new world. In her arms he was free, there was no impending battles, no blood, no death just freedom. For a few moments, he was just a man. 

He slipped his hand between them as he kissed her deeply. His hand caressed her soft mound. A single finger slipped into her slit. He gently pushed his finger inside of her, she moaned against his kiss. She was slick with need. His finger pressed deeper, as he ravished her with kisses. He began to fuck her with his finger. Her soft, wet cunt clutched his finger. 

Her eyes were wide with confusion. Her breath kept locking in her chest and her body arched off of the cushions. She felt as if each lunge of his finger would push her into oblivion. His eyes met hers.

“Cardea, trust me little one. Let it happen.” Then he felt her release. She cried out against his neck as she felt the pleasure of release wash over her for the first time. He positioned himself quickly. He drew her legs apart and pressed the head of his cock to her opening. He knew this first stroke would hurt but her cry still rattled him. He held her face in his hands and kissed her face as her body adjusted to his.

“Libertine.” She whispered again and again as he began to slide in and out of her body. He willed himself to wait. Her body fit him like a glove. This lovely empress writhing beneath him was a sight that could bring a man to his knees; paired with her touch it took all he had to take her slowly.

Quirinus stroked himself as he watched in horror and in lust. He took a few steps closer as he watched her arms twine around the slave’s neck, her sleek legs spread even more. He listened to her sounds become more frenzied. His anger, jealousy and lust danced with his madness, even the Emperor had no idea whether he was pleased or angered by this outcome. 

Cardea and Libertine found their pleasure together. She clung to him as he jetted his seed deep inside of her. Her lips planting hundreds of soft kisses against his neck. He laid his head on her chest as their bodies stilled and he could feel the fluttering of her heartbeat. He kissed her eyelids and her forehead. She could string no words together, she just sighed contently as she clung to him.

Quirinus had seen enough. He stormed to the lovers and threw Cardea’s gown at her. “Get up, get up and get out.” Libertine hastily got off of her as she wrapped her gown around her glistening skin. Her husband grabbed her arm and urged her away from Libertine.

Quirinus flung open the door and pulled in Libertine’s master. “Get him out and speak of this to no one or you will both die.” Quirinus pulled on his tunic and followed his master out. He left hoping that Cardea would be all right. Quirinus’ face had been filled with wrath. Libertine wondered if either of them would live through the night.

Libertine suffered the next few days. His dreams were full of Cardea. Images of them being lovers, being husband and wife. He had often dreamed of being a freeman, but in these new dreams she was with him. Cardea’s belly was swelled with a child and she was sleeping beside him. These dreams were so real that he could even smell the almond orchards he had always dreamed of owning.

It was not long before Libertine was summoned to the palace again. Cardea had not conceived and Quirinus wanted his son. But more than anything he wanted to see Cardea transform into Libertine’s lover. Libertine tried to hide his excitement as he was escorted through the hushed hallways to Cardea’s chamber. When the door opened he felt his heart race as the fragrance hit him. And there she was in the firelight. She smiled at him, her eyes filled with delight. She motioned to the balcony above but he shrugged his shoulders as if to say it was no matter to him if his emperor was watching as long as he was with her.

He sat beside her and whispered how much he missed her, how much he longed for her. His hands cupped her face. His thumb rubbing across her lower lip. Her eyes closed and he could feel the heat rise within her. Soft sounds of need tumbled from her lips. Then they were locked in an embrace. He held her body to his with all of his strength. She unfastened her gown as he kissed her. She straddled his lap and as her mouth tasted his greedily. His fingers found her. She was already wet. Wet and warm and ready to be touched. He wanted to ask if her husband had made love to her, but he couldn’t bear to ask. He didn’t want that picture in his mind as he made love to her.

“Don’t make me wait, Libertine.” She whispered as his fingers rubbed her until she came in his arms. She was breathless and flushed as he guided his cock into her. Her legs wrapped around him as he thrust up into her. She arched her back, her hands in her hair as he kneaded her breasts. Her eyes closed as she moaned softly, the sound floating up to her husband.

It was her sounds that did him in. Libertine watched as she gasped and tried to find her pleasure quietly. She whispered into his ear that she had wanted him desperately. That she had prayed that she would not yet conceive so that she could be with him again. He felt himself climax as he she continued her loving litany against his ear.

This time Quirinus did not rush in. The lovers stayed in each other’s arms for a few moments. He kissed away her tears as she dreaded his departure.

“Libertine, stay safe please. I could not bear to watch it if you were hurt in the arena.” He shushed her and tried to placate her fears but they both knew they were real. There was a knock at the door and he had to dress and go as he was bid,

For months Libertine waited for news. He dreamed of her more and more. In his dreams, Cardea would be beside him and there was a sweet faced baby boy at her breast.

Each time he was called up to fight in the arena he looked for her and when it was not his turn he asked the other gladiators if they had seen the empress. One of the slave girls finally told him why she was not present.

“The empress is going to bear a son. The rumor is that she is ill, but others say she is heartsick for a lover.” The slave girl went about her business and didn’t notice his response. He was afraid for the empress. After meeting the emperor he knew that she was no more free than he was. He might some day earn his freedom but she had been traded into the hands of a mad man for her father’s political future.

Libertine tried to glean any information of her he could from those he came in contact with, but all anyone knew was that she was with child. A few months later the Emperor announced a celebration in honor of Empress Cardea’s birthday.

It was no surprise to him when his master told him he would be fighting at the event. His master hung his head as he told him that he was battling three men.

The battle was inevitable. There was no fighting the will of the Emperor. He wondered if Quirinus had sealed his fate that first night or if it was true that Cardea was heartbroken and longed for him. Libertine smiled. If he was going to die today he hoped he was dying because Cardea loved him.

The crowd roared when Libertine entered the arena. He looked up to the emperor’s box and there she stood. She was even more radiant than he had remembered. Her belly and breasts were swollen by her pregnancy. He could see the fear on her face and for that he was sorry. He closed his eyes as the other gladiators entered and pictured her face as she had writhed beneath him whispering his name.

Then Libertine drew both of his swords and bowed for his empress. Cardea begged the gods silently that Libertine would stay undefeated. She watched each blow, each maneuver, he was quick and skilled but against three men he was wearing quickly.

Quirinus laughed when the biggest of Libertine’s opponents pierced his skin. Cardea cried out and those seated with them saw the mask of anger settling on the emperor’s face. Libertine used all of skills, even killing the weakest of his opponents but he knew it was too little. He just regretted knowing Cardea would watch him die. He remembered her begging for the life of an injured gladiator. That man had squirmed and screamed in the dust. He knew he would do no such thing. He would die with grace.

Then the blow came. He was disarmed and bleeding. He felt the ground hit him before he knew he was falling. He heard the gasp of the crowd. He saw Cardea. He saw her tears. He knew today was the day that he would die. No more master, no more dreams of Cardea and longing for freedom. 

He heard his crowd shout in outrage as the emperor gave the thumbs down. Libertine looked up at Cardea one last time. She really was lovely. She was too fine for any man that could not recognize her beauty. Libertine blew her a kiss and prayed his brother in battle would strike true and quickly. And out of respect for the great Libertine, he did.

Cardea soon gave birth to the next emperor. Being the mother of the heir to throne kept her safe from her husband’s madness and she never went to the arena again after the defeat and death of Libertine.

Carding



AUTHOR'S NOTE: All the usual warnings apply. This is my story, so keep your hands off of it, no copying or distribution without my explicit permission. Any asking of permission, compliments, complaints, or comments should be directed to my e-mail. I will personally read and answer all e-mails. Enjoy this story, my second mc. It's a big longer, a bit dreamier, and hopefully extremely enjoyable.

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My roommate, Jill, was on the track team. Even though she already had lots of friends by the time I moved onto campus because of summer training with the team, she was nice to me and we became friends.

She was from Connecticut, which was on the way to my parent's house in Rhode Island. We were going to get a ride home for Thanksgiving with some guy she hit at the last track meet; like she says, guys are so easy once they're in the sack. So we went to the meet. She ran, I cheered. Everyone was in a good mood that day. I noticed her flirting with some guy on the sidelines, and I thought he was probably the guy she had got to drive us home. I grimaced indulgently, realizing that I would be sitting in the back, listening to them flirt all 12 hours home. I would have to keep her in my bed that night to make sure I got some sleep. My bed. Maybe if he was a real sound sleeper, we would...but no, that was out of the question. Snap out of it Shelley, stop fantasizing.

I picked up my stuff and walked down to the field after the meet was over and she gave me a hug, and introduced me to a guy.

"Ok, so Shel, this is--"

"Richard?"

"Huh?"

"We, uh, went to high school together."

There was a short pause.

"Well girls, I'm going to go shower and the like and I'll meet you back here in about a half hour."

"Ok."

After he left, I turned to Jill. "Jill, how could you?"

"How could I what?"

"How could you get Richard to drive us home? I can't be in a car for 12 hours with him, he's so, so...I mean, I repulse him! Once last year I was heading over to a library table where my friend was, to sit with her, and I saw him sit down there a few seconds before I got there. I sat down, and he stood right back up, got his stuff, and left the library! He hates me, Jill."

"Well then, um, you guys obviously have some issues to work through and I think that this would be a good opportunity for you guys to do that. And it's not like there's any other ride we could get at this point."

"What about that guy you were flirting with the whole meet?"

"Oh, Hugo? He's really nice and cute and all, but he's headed to Montana and even he wouldn't take a detour that big. Richard...there's just something about him. I can't stay away, or something. I go all dreamy around him."

That made two of us. I bit my lip in frustration.

"Pleeeease?"

"Ok," I sighed, "fine. But you don't know how weird he is. He was in my history class last year and he was just so...bizarre!"

"Oh, who cares, this is wonderful!"

She squealed, hugged me, and ran off to get her bags. What was with her? She didn't get dreamy over one night stands. My Jill had a much more cavalier attitude.

Rocking, rocking gently...

"So, are you guys ready to go? Where's Jill?"

I snapped back to reality. "Uh, she uh, left."

"Oh." He was definitely disappointed. Jill was gorgeous, with her muscular body and long, runners legs. Her hair flashed in the sun like gold when she was running out in front of the pack.

I'm not so shabby myself, I just don't choose to show it. I'm shorter, with long, black hair. I have bigger breasts than Jill does, but I wear big sweatshirts. I swim a few times a week so I'm toned, but I wear jeans a size too big. I want friends before I want lovers. But there's a loophole; I'm the weather appropriate girl. As soon as the thermometer hits 90, out come the skimpy skirts and tight baby-tees. I'd shown how hot I was back last June when the weather was hot; he knew and he still wasn't attracted to me. Still hated me. He never talked to me, when we were in a room together he would skirt around me and talk to every other girl. Thank god he never knew what I was thinking when I was around him.

"Um, I mean, she left to get her stuff."

"Oh, ok."

We talked very politely about the weather until Jill showed, her ponytail swinging across her back like a pendulum.

"Hey again Richie!" she squealed, and fell into his arms. He gave a little smile.

Now tell me that wasn't a daydream. Jill is not some helpless little girl to fall into some guy's arms, even his. I followed her ponytail out to his car.

I grimaced impatiently while I did my work. Every once in a while I would look up from my laptop and see Jill batting her eyes. They took flirting to marathon heights. I chipped into the conversation every once in a while, but mostly I provided a nice background noise of fingers on keys.

"Oh," I heard her say, "and thanks for the lovely present last time."

"You mean the card I gave you? Have you been looking at it?"

("Yes," she would say. He would pull the car off the highway and onto a closed weigh station and behind some trees. Jill would be grinning at him and glancing up at the rear view mirror and smiling at me. She would wink, just for me. He would turn off the engine and lean his seat back. Jill would smile and touch her shoulder to her cheek, playing the shy girl, just for him. He would nod and beckon her over with one finger. She would take off her seatbelt and clamber over the gearshift, flashing me some thigh. I would breathe in sharply at the same time as she would when she saw the hard-on tenting his pants. He would nod again and tell her to take it out. She would sit crosswise in his lap and comply, fishing it reverently out through his boxers and jeans and then bend down to lick the head. He would breathe deeply and stick a hand up her skirt. She would start to moan, and he would pull her up and move his arm. Her violet panties would sweep away like a curtain from over a window, and I would see the light; her dripping cunt. She would guide herself down on him, her leg muscles straining. He would smack her ass and tell her to bounce, hard. He would lie back, his hands folded behind his head as she fucked herself on his cock. She would cum and he would sit up, slap her ass again, tell her to suck it. She would clamber back to her seat and lean over to him, showing her cleavage to him and showing her ass and dripping cunt to anyone who looked in the passenger's side door. She would giggle and look him in the eye as she took the head into her mouth. She would bop up and down furiously, willing him to cum. I would be able to see her cheeks caving in around his cock and her tongue working. He would clamp a hand down on her head and lift his hips, thrusting his cock down her throat while he came. She would cough and sputter, but she would swallow it all. When it was all over, he would smile, pat her on the back, and start the car again. They would fix their seats and their clothes and put their seatbelts on. We would head back out onto the highway.)

He twisted around in his seat. I hadn't even noticed the car stop.

"Want some dinner?" My computer was on screensaver. I must have fallen asleep. I shook my head to clear the cobwebs and shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

"Sure."

I looked at my watch as we trekked across the parking lot to the central rest area. Shit, had it only been two hours? And I really shouldn't have any more fantasies like that, about them. What if I moaned in my sleep? Oh no, the hotel tonight. What would happen? I would really need to keep her in my bed now, just so I wouldn't be plagued by any more visions. I could just reach over and touch her, and maybe knowing that it was not happening would help quiet my mind. But how disappointed would I be when it didn't happen? Why could I see his face every time I shut my eyes? His brown, blank irises burned into my skull, just like they always used to do.

We waited out the lines and then commenced to scarf down our fast food. Halfway through my meal I stopped, fixated on one fry as the idea hit me. I turned it over and over in my hands, wondering why these heavy fantasies only happened around Richard. Why was he so fixating? I knew why. It was how cute he was, how easily athletic and obviously agile. How he took notes with his head almost touching the page. How he punctuated his sentences with raised eyebrows like little exclamation marks. How he quoted random passages from the textbook and supplementary materials.

"Are you going to eat that?" I looked up hurriedly; he was making exclamations with his eyebrows. Just like old times.

"No, I guess not."

Jill and I took a bathroom trip. Man, was I wet. I was really going to have to watch this. Looking at the map in the lobby, the "you are here" star sticker said that we weren't nearly far enough along after two hours of driving. Maybe there was some traffic I had missed when I was absorbed in my work. Or fantasizing, mayhaps.

We decided to switch it up a little, so I was in the front seat next to him and Jill was in the back. The car felt empty because of the cold, and we both warmed our hands on the heaters as soon as they started spouting hot air.

Friction. Skin on skin...

Our hands touched by accident in front of the middle heater. We both pulled the offending digits back immediately into our separate spheres. The clock ticked from 9:01 pm to 9:02 pm. He stared intently at the darkening roadway, and I looked fixedly out my window.

Jill took notes from a thick textbook.

I thought about last year, our senior year together. We had done a major history project together, but we never really pulled it together. We ended up with a C and some bad words were exchanged. But, as if to make up for it, he gave me a card come Christmas time. It was hand-drawn, and he told me to make sure I took a look at it. When I opened it that night, I found it full of little doodles and incomprehensible squiggles leading everywhere at once.

The day after that, that was when they started; the fantasies. Oh, I fantasize all the time anyway, but I'd never had any trouble pulling out of them. These seemed to run themselves, and they always felt so real. I'd had to frig myself in the bathroom more than once after they happened.

The next day, I wanted to thank him for the card. So I wandered around the school during lunch, until someone pointed me towards the theater. I entered in the back, through the stage left door, and peeked around the curtain. He was sitting in the first row, his dark head turned down intently into a book.

"Rich?"

He looked up, his dark eyes flashing. "Yes?"

"I um, wanted to thank you for the card."

"Have you been looking at it?"

"Yes, it's-

("It's beautiful," I would say. He would smile, ecstatic with the compliment and something more and get up from his seat, take two long steps and leap onto the stage like he was flying. He would run over to me and sweep me up in a passionate kiss and sweep the backpack off my shoulders. He would cup my face in his hand and look into my eyes shining with excitement, and he would kiss me again. He would pull back, his hair following, and then rush back to me like a wave to the shore. He would kiss me deeply, kiss me well, and wrap his hands around my body. His hands would slide around as we turned our heads back and forth like in the movies. They would come to rest on my ass. He would give my butt a quick squeeze and I would jump and moan into his mouth.)

"It's beautiful." I blushed at the thought of what I had just been thinking.

He was standing in front of his seat, looking uncomfortable. He must have been weirded out that had been looking for him. Or that I had been staring into space for the last five minutes. I should go.

So I thanked him again and left. I could hear him settling back into his seat as I headed directly for the bathroom across the hallway...

The miles passed. After that first time in the theater, I started writing the fantasies down. I didn't want to forget a single thing we did, a single detail of the way they made me feel.

Slick and moaning...

The next day in History class, I tried to bring on another fantasy, seeing as I didn't have anything interesting to do for that particular hour. I zoned out and stared at the back of Richard's head. Nothing. Maybe I had to be able to see his face, I thought. I got up and sharpened my pencil. I made eye contact on the way back to my seat, a risky move. He would stand, and leap across three rows of desks to get to...nope, it wasn't working. Thirteen girls were glaring at me.

Jill asked me if she could borrow my laptop. I gave her permission and slipped back into another memory. That time in the lab...

A couple days after that time in the theater, I was in the computer lab after school trying to finish an essay. This was before the laptop. I was typing away industriously as the last few people left, and a new someone walked in. Whoever it was came and stood right behind me. I whipped my head around in a moment of panic, and then sighed with relief. It was Richard.

"Hey Rich."

"Hey Shelley. What are you working on?"

"English essay."

"Fun. Hey, have you been looking at that card I gave you?"

"Yeah."

(He would smile. He would touch my shoulder and I would stand up. We would kiss briefly and I would nuzzle into his neck and nibble the soft skin of his ear lobe. He would tell me to wait and he would go over and close the door of the lab. I would walk over to the lab monitors' table and perch on the edge. He would come over and lean down and kiss me sweetly, and then strongly. He would push me down so that I was lying on the table with my legs hanging off of it. He would get on top of me and grab my hair in his fists and mash his lips into mine. We would make out hungrily and I would wrap my arms around him, feeling his face and gripping his back and arms. I would grab his shoulder blades with the tips of my fingers. He would sit me up, and we would laugh and touch each other, and then we would get under the table. I would lean against one table leg, my own legs stretched out, the only thing visible from the door. He would kneel in front of me and place a hand on my breast. He would ask my permission, which I would give, and then he would slide his hand under my shirt and bra. He would cup my tit in his hand and start rolling the nipple between his fingers. He would grin as I squirmed and tossed my head back.)

"What's your paper on?" he asked, bringing me back to reality.

"One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest compared to On the Road. It's very deep."

"Cool." His phone rang and he picked up, moving out into the room. I turned back to my computer as he opened the door and drifted out into the hallway...

"Thanks for letting me use the 'top," said Jill, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Uh, no problem." I blushed.

"Ladies?"

"Yes, Richie?" Jill answered for both of us.

"It's about eleven, how about we stop for the night?"

"Sure, Richie, sounds good. You must be tired, driving all that way."

"He's only driven four hours," I mumbled to the door.

We got a room in a little Motel 6 right off I-90. Jill had gone in and gotten the room. She had flirted her way into a nonsmoking room with two queen beds while somehow only paying for one person. Richard and I sat in the car staring into the bright hotel lobby. Jill came bounding back out (bounding? that wasn't like Jill, what was with her lately?) and we drove around to the other side of the hotel, grabbed some toiletries and clothes for the next day out of the trunk and filed into the room. We blinked when I hit the lights. We didn't speak as we traded off for the bathroom. I made sure Jill got into my bed.

I stared at a spot on the ceiling. Richard, with his wild gesticulations and quotations, he split the girls of the school right in half. No, not that way. At least not that anyone knew of. He never had girlfriends, I think he carried around a bible or something. He always managed to have us clutching our stomachs with laughter at least once a class. After class, at lunch, the girls would split into two chattering groups. One group thought that he was so cute he was beyond reproach. The other thought he was cute but recognized that he was human. I rolled over and faced Jill's back.

As soon as I was sure he was asleep, I put my arms around her. She sighed and snuggled into me. Her ass brushed up against my mound and I started feeling wicked. I reached up slowly, so as not to disturb her, and grabbed two handfuls of Jill-tit. She squealed and I shushed her. I warned her to be quiet or Rich would hear. We could have some fun, but we musn't be too naughty with him here.

She turned over under the covers to face me, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a delicious little squeeze. I kissed her soft lips. She rolled over on top of me and we we started feeling each other with our fingertips, light and rushing, sending little sparks to our respective clits. Someone let out a soft sigh.

"Oh, come on," she whispered. "Here, look." She reached a hand down and came up with a wet finger. "Smell how wet I am. Taste."

I took her finger into my mouth and sucked all the way up, getting all of her tangy juices. She moaned and lay back down on me, our breasts tingling as they collided. I reached my hand down to her crotch, feeling all the way.

"Ohhh..."

I felt eyes on me. I pulled my face out from under Jill's and flicked my eyes over to Richard's bed. I saw a pair of bright eyes twinkling at me out of the darkness.

"Oh my god, Jill!"

"Ohh, shit!" We clutched each other's arms like we were falling off a cliff.

"Shit shit shit!"

"Don't stop on my account girls." I could hear his smirk through the darkness.

"Oh, shut up you perv," retorted Jill. We turned our backs to him and spooned each other. I think we all had trouble getting to sleep, but it was a quiet night.

We woke up too late for the continental breakfast, so we grabbed some pancakes and bacon at a Denny's and headed out.

Whatever spell Richard had Jill under seemed to have broken after his little voyeuristic adventure and she refused to sit next to him, which put me in the hot seat again. She crossed her arms and wouldn't even look at him. He tried to speak to her a few times, but she just took out her cd player and plugged herself in. She had the thing up so loud we could hear every lyric.

He tried to make small talk, but I was having none of it. He started channel-surfing the radio and I stared out the windshield.

Those fantasies last year, they had been so powerful, so real. I could almost feel his hands on my flesh like afterimages when they were over. But it always seemed curious afterwards, like there was something slightly wrong...but no...

One day I was in the gym, shooting baskets. I had a free period, so I'd changed and picked up a basketball from under the bleachers. I stood on the free-throw line in my soccer shorts and sports bra, shooting jump shots.

I had been putting them up left and swishing them right when I heard a creak and missed my shot, my focus broken. I looked in the direction the ball was now bouncing. My ponytail swung around after my head, brushing the bare skin below my bra.

"I didn't think anyone else would be here."

"Me neither. But I have a free, and no car today, so, here I am." I made a small fatalistic gesture, and then my hand flopped limply towards my leg. Our conversations always had this sort of awkward tone that tended to end them quickly. No matter how much I tried not to be sketchy, tried not to stare at him in History class or tried not to find the routes to all my classes that would intersect his routes, I still never managed to be quite casual in my real-life dealings with him. You didn't think I could stare so much and fantasize so deeply without starting to like him, did you?




Carding



"Well, look at the time," he said, glancing at a silver, chunky watch, the kind so in fashion in middle school, "I should get out to the store; I forgot to get my mom a card for her birthday, how bad a son am I?"

("Not that bad," I would say. I would tilt my head to the side and let my ponytail brush my back, let it touch and tingle. I would take sexy steps towards him, make his eyes follow every sway of my hips. Lately, I found that I had been able to control my own destiny in these fantasies. If you think I could fantasize for months about one guy without being able to make them go the way I wanted, you're not thinking. I'm even sexier than usual in my dreams. I would walk over, basketball forgotten, and smile, grab his shoulder, and lean in for a kiss. He would bend his head down at an angle, his hair swishing over his forehead, and he would purse his lips. I would grab the back of his head and pull him down. We would cascade to the floor like two dominoes possessed of consciousness. But not conscience, that would be gone. I would pull his backpack off his back and free us of its weight. His books would spill out because the zipper wouldn't have been closed all the way. All those books, seriously, how much time did he spend on homework? He would look at it for a second, and then he would forget his remorse and lust would come into his eyes. We would writhe around like fish out of water, pressing our yearning bodies against each other. Then he would reel back and haul me up with an outstretched hand, and we would laugh, knowing how wicked we were about to be. We would scamper under the bleachers and he would push me against the wall and lift my leg around his waist. He would slip a hand under the elastic both up and down and play with my taught nipple with his left hand, and tease circles around my pussy-lips with his right. His right hand would become the focus of my being and I would squirm under it, yearning for some hard contact. He would slip a finger inside and I would gasp in pleasure, and he would slip another finger in and then his fingers would be everywhere inside of me, cleverly pushing and then pistoning, making me groan. I would feel the heat of my own juices flowing down his hand. This would go on interminably, and I would reach a shaking hand down to massage his cock through his pants. He would moan, and I would pant, and we would look into each other's flashing eyes. He would keep pushing and pushing and pushing and then I would arch my back, sending my head backwards, sliding over the wall. His hand would be the only thing holding me in this reality while pushing me out of it at the same time, the same way my muscles would be pushing him out with the force of their contractions. We would be breathing heavily, sitting on the dirty gym floor, and then we would break out into gales of shaking laughter.)

I grinned nervously as I trotted over to retrieve the basketball that was sitting motionless in the far corner. How long had I been standing there slackjawed? Out of chivalry or something, he also started towards the ball, and we kind of collided somewhere in the middle. We separated immediately, nervously. Had he known what I had been thinking? How could he? He couldn't have. Why did I feel something brush my leg then? Shit, I must have flashed him or something when we collided, when we were too close. But I still felt a flush of pride that I had given the school heartthrob a hard-on with no more than a sports bra...

I had been thrust into these more-real-than-life daydreams every week, and then every few days. There was a point when they were coming thick and fast, when it was almost every day. They were so wonderful that I never wanted them to end. It was almost every time I saw Richard. Well, no, wait, it never happened in history class. Sure I had daydreams about him, but I always knew that I was sitting at my desk. I always knew that I was taking notes, and the clock followed its orderly progression of second after second and minute after minute.

Then, suddenly, they stopped. I remembered the last one...

It was after school again, late. These dreams happened after school a lot; Rich seemed to wander the halls after hours, so I had started arranging to get picked up from school later and later. This afternoon I was sitting on a window-ledge in the sunlight, writing. There was a slam somewhere down the hallway and I looked up to see Rich coming out of a math room, heading my way. I turned back to my notebook and pretended to scribble something. He would probably pass right by. My stomach flipped over when I heard footsteps stop in front of me. I heard breathing. I took a breath. I looked up, pushing a strand of hair off my face.

"Hi Rich, what's up?"

"Hello Shelley. Not much. But look, did you see that? Mr. Floath is such a card."

("I wouldn't know, I haven't had him," I would say.

"You're missing a lot," he would say, putting down his bag and hopping up onto the ledge next to me.

These fantasies weren't all sexual. I wouldn't have a fantasy boyfriend and not have lengthy imaginary conversations with him. If you think otherwise, you're not thinking clearly. So anyway, he would hop up next to me and put his arm around my shoulder, all nice and protective. We would talk about school. I would tell him jokingly that we would have to stop meeting like this; maybe we should go to his house. I would cozy into him and then he would turn my chin sideways with one hand and kiss me. We would start alternating sentences and kisses.

"So really, my house?"

Kiss.

"Oh yeah. Or mine."

Kiss.

"What's wrong with school?"

Kiss.

"Well, I don't like the fact that someone could catch us."

Kiss.

"Maybe I like that."

Kiss.

"Maybe I don't."

Kiss.

"Why not?"

Kiss.

"Well, for one thing, everyone would hate me if someone found us."

Kiss.

"Why?"

"Well, I guess, it's the way...the way people see you."

He would sit back, scott back, put his legs up and bend them and put his hands around his knees.

"How do people see me? Well, actually," he would say, "how do you see me. You're the important one, what do you think of me?"

I would lean forwards and put folded arms on his knees and lay my head on my arms so that I would be looking up at him. Since this was just a fantasy, I would be completely honest. I would be brutally honest.

"Well, you're kind of like the guy in The 40 Year Old Virgin. You remember how they all thought he was a serial killer? Well, not really like that. Or maybe, I don't know. So you're like him, only more likely to be a virgin because of religion than shyness." He would look devastated, so I would rush on. "But you're really cute!" Even imaginary boyfriends need their ego's stroked, go figure. "That's the real reason everyone would hate me if they found out; because they think you're cute. Maybe a little weird, but cute."

"Weird? How?" He would swallow hard.

"Um, well, bizarre. Like, not quite all there. Prone to weird fits of fitting in and then strange shouting episodes. I mean, you must have noticed, they all talk about you at lunch. Or, um, I guess you wouldn't know about that. But maybe, like, well, you stop conversations with comments that, to you, I'm sure, are perfectly ordinary. But no one really knows how your mind works. Part of the mystique, I guess. But you're a really good kisser!" I would look back up at him as I finished and I would realize my error.

I would lean forwards and try to kiss him, but he would lean back, he would leap off the window, sending my head careening forwards, and he would run off down the hallway.)

My chin hurt, and I tasted blood. Richard was gone; he must have left while I was still lost in my own little world. I checked my watch; it was almost a good thing that fall had woken me up; my mom was supposed to be out back in three minutes. It was just like me to be late when I had been doing nothing...

It was also just like me to have a fight with my fantasy boyfriend, too. It was also just like me to be depressed by it, when I still had the real one to attend to. But the fantasies never came back. After a graduation ceremony during which I tried not to stare at him but couldn't manage it, I lost track of Richard as well as most of my graduating class. I expected to see him (and some of them) next at some distant reunion. But here we were, sitting next to each other.

And how do you work through relationship problems with your fantasy boyfriend when the real guy is sitting next to you and doesn't even know that you had a thing for each other--in your mind. How twisted is that?

I fell asleep for a few hours; I hadn't had enough the night before. When I woke up, the clock said 10:46 pm and the car was sitting in front of a house all lit up with faerie lights; Jill's family liked to get a jump on the holiday season. Blurry shapes moved around between the falling snow. I rubbed my eyes.

"Jill?"

One of the blurry shapes opened my door. "You're awake. Finally! This is my stop." In a lower voice, she continued "I'm sorry, you're gonna have to spend another night with the creep. He got a headache earlier so we had to stop for a few hours. I didn't want to wake you. We barely made it here in one piece with the snow, so you guys can't get home tonight. The little creep, it's like he planned it or something." Resuming a normal tone, she said "But anyway Shelley, I'll see you next week! Have a great Thanksgiving!" She leaned down into the car and gave me a squeeze.

"Bye bye, Jill. You have a great Thanksgiving too." I leaned back and promptly fell asleep again, but not before a little tingle went through me. Had he really planned for us to spend a night in the hotel alone? What did that mean? Did he like me or something? Because if he did, that would be a huge, stinking pile, wouldn't it? It would mean that this whole year of yearning was useless because I could have just reached out and kissed him the whole time. But no, he couldn't like me. Remember, it's all in your head.

He got back in the car and told me most of what Jill just told me. I nodded. We drove for about a half hour, listening to the radio. He said he was feeling like the road was getting dangerous and we should stop now. I nodded. When we pulled up to the Best Western I told him to go on in and get the room. I waited in the car. I didn't want the desk clerk to think we were involved or anything.

We trade off for the bathroom and then get into our separate beds. He tries to make conversation, but I'm having none of it. Finally, he says "Hey, look, I'm sorry about all that last night. Don't ignore me. We'll just go to sleep, and then, see, look, they even left this card out with local restaurants on it and we'll go have breakfast and then get you home, I promise."

Not again, not now, please not now! (I would look over at him, at his dark eyes burning into me from across the night. He would be sitting up, shirtless. I would sigh.

"I guess I can't fight this," I would say. "I've never been able to before. I don't know how this happens, but I guess, fantasy Richard, if you're ready to come back to me..." I would motion him to come hither to me.

"Aww," he would say, "I knew you liked me. I knew you wouldn't hold a grudge."

"Like I can help it," I would say, "You get me trapped in these fantasies and I can't get out of them until you let me. But you know all this." I would smile. "So you like me again? Last time we were together you ran away awful fast."

He would smile and mumble something about bygones being bygones and something about how I was too sexy to resist and he would slide into my bed. He would slide his hands down and soon we would be naked, skin on skin, face to face. He would be inside me and we would rock gently back and forth, burning exquisitely. I would turn away from his blank eyes and nuzzle into his smooth neck. He would have his hand on the small of my back and bring it up, lightly, sweeping from side to side and then playing it lightly over the area between my shoulder blades. His hand would caress my neck and then sweep back over my shoulders. I would gasp, tense, and start to pulse, leaning back into his hand, knowing that the soft touch was what brought pleasure but still craving the pressure, the finality of a real grasp. I would arch my chest, and he would take one of my nipples into his mouth. My climax would reach a crescendo and I would chop the air into my lungs, gasping and mewling, writhing and squirming on him. The wave would take me forwards again and I would bite his neck between the ear and the jaw and wrap my arms around his warm, wide back. His mouth would pull away from my breast as he starts his own climax and I twist my head up and kiss him full on the lips, bringing him down to the foot of the bed. He would groan and I would be able to feel his pulses start as mine die away. I would pull back for air and he would suddenly grab me around the middle and mash me down into him for another intense kiss. Finally, my hair spread out like a dark angel's halo, I would fall asleep. He would be half in me and I would be half on him, and we would clutch each other tightly.)

I yawned, stretched, and screamed.

"Richard, Richard what the FUCK?" He woke up smiling and then choked, feeling his morning hardness inside of me. "What the fuck is going on?" I hit his chest.

"Shelley? Shit shit shit! This wasn't supposed to happen!"

"Supposed? You're fucking inside me and you tell me this is an accident, a whoops? You KNOW how this happened, I know you do, now tell me!"

"I really don't know Shelley, I--" I saw him staring at my chest. I slugged him one, a right hook across that pretty face of his.

He moaned in pain and clutched at his face and I leaped off him, scampering for clothes.

"Look, Shelley--"

I cut him off when it dawned on me. "Oh God. Oh god, this isn't the first time, is it?"

"Shelley, I really don't think--"

"No, it's not. You've done something to me. This is all real, isn't it? There never were any fantasies, you just made me think they were. You screwed around with me all last year and...fucking hell, Richard, I liked you, too. You could have just fucking asked me and I probably would have done all that with you anyway. But fuck that, forget that, what the fuck did you think you were doing?"

"Please Shelley!" He slid off the bed, falling to his knees. "I like you, a lot. I didn't at first, but then I did, and then I didn't know how to stop, I thought you would think I was weird if I just asked you out, and this was easy."

"Men and their easy ways out! Oh," I moaned, falling to my knees with an armful of mismatched clothes, "Why do I still like you?"

He crawled over to me and tried to put an arm around me but I hauled off and punched him again through my tears. "All real...it's all real...all real..."

I pretended to fall asleep after a while because I had no idea how to deal with this situation. He had dressed me, put me and the stuff in his car, checked out, and started driving us home. Goddamn, why did he have to be so tender? I think I fell asleep for real after a few minutes in the car, because I woke around noon and we were entering Rhode Island.

He smiled nervously at me. I was still mad at him. I wouldn't speak to him. We sat in silence, until he cleared his throat. He spoke.

"Look, I'm really sorry. You were pretty awful to me on that project and I wanted revenge, so I gave you that card. It didn't do anything major to you, just gave you some triggers. It made you think you were in a daydream every time I said it, it didn't do anything else. You lowered your own inhibitions, I guess, because you thought you were just fantasizing. But I was new at the whole thing, and I fell for you. I'm sorry, I should have told you then. But we had built this whole relationship already, in your dreams, we were together. We had jokes, we had signs, little things...it was a perfect relationship and I just, I didn't want to have to start over because it might not be perfect. I knew it couldn't be the same, and I also didn't know how much you actually remembered afterwards."

"Everything," I said, "Always."

He looked at me for a long minute, and continued. "Well, it would have been pretty strange for everything from your dreams to suddenly start happening in real life."

"It would have been wonderfully fucking magical, Richard."

"I fucked up. I really fucked up, ok? I mean, you see why I couldn't tell you. The best thing would have been to tell you though; tell you and hope that you would forgive me and really like me and then we could keep everything we had, everything we already shared. I'm just, so, so sorry." The tears started pouring out of his one good eye and dripping out of the shiner I gave his other one. "I mean, I should never even have done it. But it brought us together, right? And then when you told me you thought I was a serial killer? That really hurt me. I couldn't face you anymore, knowing what you really thought of me. So I started giving the cards to other people. I gave one to Jill after I slept with her. Hers also made her slightly more compliant. Most of the others I gave out did that, after the first one at college kind of backfired. I never knew what went wrong. I guess I do now...it was because you really liked me, wasn't it? Oh god, you're so beautiful and I, I just, oh god I'm so sorry!" he wailed.

I took a deep breath, and put my hand on his shoulder. He swung his head around and a sharp intake of breath when he felt my touch. "Richard. You, you still like me?"

"Yes, more than anything. A lot."

"Well, I still like you. And I know I'll never be able to forget how perfect that all was. So I want to be with you. As long as you're honest, as long as we always know. You'll take back those other cards, not use them ever again. I hate that I can't hate you, but I'm not gonna be stupid about it. And the serial killer thing? I wasn't very eloquent that day, but I never thought you were a serial killer. Just strange. Which means different, which is good. All those high school guys are all the same, but you were different. It was mysterious." He sniffed and looked a lot better. I offered him a tissue. "I want you," I said, a rush going through my body.

He grinned, and said, "Look over there! That billboard is like a giant Christmas card!"

(I would look over and laugh because there was no billboard. He would pull over into the runaway truck lane and stop the car. He would unclick my seatbelt with one hand and reach the other around my neck and he would pull me to him. Before he would kiss me, I would realize, I would say, "Hey! You're doing it to me again, aren't you?")

He smiled and nuzzled my neck.

"You don't need it anymore," I said. "My fantasy boyfriend was great, but I have a feeling that my reality boyfriend is going to be much more...substantial." I grinned and reached down for something very important. He gasped.



Cardio Workout With Vanessa



I had recently moved to San Antonio and was looking for a place where I could blow off some steam at the end of my work day and keep myself in shape at the same time. After an afternoon of checking out a few of the gyms and fitness clubs in the area I drove past a martial arts studio that was just a thirty minute jog from my apartment. Like a lot of guys, I had entertained the idea of taking karate a few times. As a youth I had watched Ralph Macchio, Jean-Claude Van Damme & Steven Seagal open up various kinds of whoop ass on people and think, "I can do that," but I never actually gave it a try. During the remainder of my drive home I imagined myself smashing through boards with my bare hands and flinging people around the room like they were rag dolls and decided, "Why not!" I figured I could warm up with a good run and then spend an hour or two learning karate. With that I made up my mind to give Karate Plus a try. 

The next Friday I wrapped up my work a bit early and made my way to the studio to check things out. I walked through the doors at Karate Plus and paused to watch the kick-boxing cardio class that was going on. I'd been standing there for a while soaking everything in when a voice from behind me said, "It's a whole lot more fun to do than it is to watch. You want to give it a try?" 

With my eyes still fixed on the activity in the next room I was just about to blurt out that kick-boxing cardio wasn't really my thing when I turned around and saw a stunning brunette smiling at me. She had it all going on: about 5'6" tall, beautiful hair, striking eyes, lush, kissable lips and a trim, curvaceous figure. I found it rather difficult to think clearly with all my blood rushing from my brain to my pants, but I had my wits about me enough to keep from blurting out, "Damn!" 

"I...I...I'm not sure yet." I managed to spit out while failing miserably at keeping my eyes from glancing down at her round, firm breasts that were pressing so tightly against her white blouse that I was anticipating...hoping...her buttons would pop off at any moment. "Are you in the class?" It was a rather stupid question; it was plain to see that she wasn't dressed for the class. In addition to the white blouse she was wearing – opened at the top enough to tantalize and tease but still not reveal too much – she was wearing black, leather boots and tight, faded blue jeans that hugged her in all the right places. She looked absolutely amazing! 

My stuttering and ogling had brought an amused smile to her face which eased the awkwardness of the situation a bit. She slyly replied, "Well, I'm not in the class at the moment, but I tell you what, you sign up today and I'll make a point of being there your first time, just to make sure you don't get hurt." There was a hint of laughter in her voice as she extended her hand out to shake mine. "My name's Vanessa. I'm the office manager here."

"I'm Lance. It's a pleasure to meet you. Yeah, um, I'm definitely interested in taking you." (Crap! Did I actually just say that?!) "Classes, I mean. I'm definitely interested in taking some classes here." My heart was pounding in my chest and I could tell that I was blushing which I'm sure caused my face to blush all the more. "Sorry, I..."

"No need to apologize." Her expression reassured me that she found my bumbling flattering. "Why don't we step into the office for a moment and talk further about the classes we offer here." 

Her playful smile and the flirtatious sparkle in her eye had me mesmerized. While I took in as much of her as I possibly could, she went through the classes, policies and contract specifics. She could have offered me a year's worth of ballet lessons complete with leotard & tutu and I'd have signed on the bottom line. Fortunately for me I was at Karate Plus and not some froo froo dance studio. Before I knew it I was signed up to take Jujitsu, Kick-boxing Cardio and Tae Kwon Do. After introducing me to the instructors and giving me a quick tour around the studio Vanessa handed me a class schedule and sent me on my way. 

I was just about to the door when she called out, "Lance, I expect to see you here at 9:15 a.m. tomorrow morning. Don't you forget, now, you hear?" 

"I'll be here! Just remember, though, you promised you'd take the class too, so you better be appropriately dressed and ready for exercise the next time I see you!" 

The rest of the evening I was as anxious as a young boy on Christmas Eve. Saturday morning couldn't come soon enough! I hardly slept a wink that night and found myself up way before dawn. I threw on a pair of grey workout shorts & a navy tank top and when I had waited as long as I possibly could I headed out the door. It was 8:00 a.m.

As I jogged up to the studio I was surprised to find that the lights were on and that there was a class in session. I didn't recall there being a martial arts class that early on Saturdays. I glanced at the schedule on the door: Namaste Yoga Class: Saturdays, 8:30 a.m. Curious, I made my way in, grabbed a bottle of water out of the cooler and sat down on the bleachers to watch while I cooled off. I twisted the cap off the bottle and was raising the water up to my lips to take a drink when I caught the sight of Vanessa bending over with her perfectly shaped ass pointed right at me. She had definitely dressed to work out and she looked even more incredible than I had imagined. The black cotton pants and the matching sports bra she had on clung to her like second skin, stunningly accentuating every curve of her fit figure. I stared out at the view before me and thought to myself, "Lance, you are a lucky, lucky guy!" Vanessa's arms were stretched out and her hands were resting on the mat in front of her. Her head was down, and her ass – oh that beautiful ass of hers – was raised and begging to be mounted. For the next forty five minutes I watched her every movement in a hypnotic trance. Each graceful position was more erotic than the last. Before I knew it, and much to my dismay, the class was over. 

As the class disbanded Vanessa glanced my way, smiled and then came over to greet me. "Hey, Lance. I'm pleased that you made it." Without thinking I stood up. The erection which I had managed to conceal while I was seated was now pushing outward on my jogging shorts and in full view. "And I'm glad to see that you're not turned off by the sight of a perspiring woman." She winked at me and then handed me her gym towel which I quickly used to shield my crotch.

"Uhh...thanks. This is so embarrassing. I'm sorry..."

"There you go apologizing again." She grinned mischievously and then reached out and moved the towel to the side. "By the looks of it you don't have anything to be embarrassed about or sorry for. I think you better partner up with me for the morning, though. Some might find the size of your...biceps, a bit intimidating. Oh, and nice tank top by the way – shows off your muscles nicely." She gave me a quick wink and then briskly headed off to answer the phone.

As I watched her walk away I breathed a sigh of relief. Her playful flirting had managed to set me at ease...well, mostly. I still had to contend with the bulge in my pants that was growing harder by the second and was showing no sign of relaxing any time soon. 



When it came time for the kick-boxing class to begin our instructor, Matt, told everyone to buddy up and spend some time stretching out. Vanessa and I sat down on the ground, spread our legs apart and positioned ourselves toe-to-toe. We then clasped hands and took turns leaning forward and backward to stretch out our backs, abs & hamstrings. As she leaned back and pulled me in closer to her I couldn't help but follow the line of her legs with my eyes as they came together in a V at her mound. Her pants were pulled tightly against her body revealing her most intimate contours. I allowed my gaze to pan further up her body and I lingered at the sight of her round tits and tight nipples pushed upward toward the ceiling. As we reversed positions I wondered if she was checking me out as intently as I was her. The very thought caused my cock to stiffen more. I heard her gasp and knew that she had noticed. I glanced down and caught the sight of her pouty lips just inches away from the rise in my pants. Our eyes met and she quickly looked away, but I could tell by the way she was grinning that she liked what she saw. 

After a couple minutes we were instructed get up and form lines behind some upright kicking pads that Matt had rolled out into the center of the room. I stepped in line behind Vanessa and continued to relish the sight of her firm ass. When it was her turn to approach the pad she kicked her leg over it and cleared it easily. On the way back down, though, she lost her balance and began to fall backwards. I stepped up, caught her and immediately realized I had reached too far around her side. I was holding her breast in my right hand! Waves of pleasure passed through me as I felt her hard nipple against my palm. Vanessa leaned her head back, looked up at me and teasingly asked, "Having fun there, Lance?" 

Her comment awakened me to what I was doing and I quickly moved my hand and helped her up. As she turned to make her way to the end of the line she slapped me on the ass and said, "I can tell I'm going to have to keep my eye on you!" 

"You may as well," I playfully shot back as I approached the kicking pad, "because I've definitely been keeping my eye on you." The stiffness of my cock made kicking my leg up in the air a challenge, but I managed to perform the maneuver and rejoin Vanessa at the back of the room. 

Throughout the class we continued to brush against each other and play. She took delight in watching the tent in my shorts sway back and forth as I moved and I found myself equally enthralled with the way her tits bounced about with every step, kick and turn. By the time the class was over I thought my balls were going to absolutely explode. 

As the kick-boxing class let out and the students for the next class began to gather Vanessa looked at me with those incredible eyes of hers and said, "Well, you made it through your first class. How was it?"

"Energizing, to say the least."

"Yeah. I noticed!" She glanced down at my shorts and then continued, "You managed to keep up through the whole thing. I'm impressed."

"You inspire me; what can I say."

"Oh, I do, do I? Well, as long as I've got you here can I inspire you to do give me a hand real quick?

"Your wish is my command...what can I do for you?

"There are some boxes of uniforms and sparring gear in the backroom that I need to get down. I'd appreciate the help."

"Lead on."

She led me back to the backroom where there were storage racks stacked with boxes and various other supplies. 

"Ok, what do you want me to grab?" I asked with my eyes glued to her shapely ass. 

She quickly picked up on my innuendo. "Why, Lance, what am I going to do with you?!"

"I can think of a few things."

"How 'bout we just start with those boxes up there."

I reached up, pulled down a box and turned to set it on the ground. I turned back to find Vanessa standing on her tip toes pulling down a box that was almost as big as she was. I stepped in close behind her and reached up to steady the box and take it from her. "Here, why don't you let me do that?"

Vanessa pulled her hands away and started to bend over to move out from under me. As she did her ass pressed up against my hard cock and I let out a spontaneous moan. "Hmm...feels like you're still standing at full attention...and by the sounds you're making I'd say you are primed and ready for some release." The sensuous tone in her voice caused me to gulp in anticipation. Rather than move away she pushed herself back even further until I my shaft was nestled between her ass cheeks. Teasingly she asked, "Is that box heavy, Lance? If it is I can move."

I let out a sigh of ecstasy. "Depends on what kind of moving you're planning on doing." Vanessa tightened the muscles that were cradling my cock and rubbed against me. 

She giggled with satisfaction as my panting and groaning increased. "You're going to have to keep the volume down there, big boy. There's a room full of people on the other side of that wall in front of you." She turned and faced me, but remained beneath me so that I couldn't put the box down. "Poor guy. Your cock has been straining to get out of these shorts for hours now. Here, let me help." She reached into the leg of my shorts, pulled my underwear to the side and then maneuvered my cock until it finally sprung out from its confines. 

"Umm...Vanessa...the box."

Ignoring me she leaned in, kissed the tip of my cock and blew cool air over it. She then grabbed hold of my shaft and began caressing and pulling the full length of my 7 inches, brushing against my balls with the down stroke and then tugging playfully on the head with the up stroke. It was all I could do to keep that box up in the air. 

"Vanessa...really...the box!" I was breathless. It's not that I wanted her to stop, but I was a half stroke away from an having an orgasm and I didn't want this incredible moment to come to an end before I had a chance to more fully engage in the fun. 

"Oh...alright...if you must. Why don't you put that thing down over there?" 

I tossed the box to the side and then looked hungrily at Vanessa. With her eyes locked on mine she worked her thumbs into the waistband of her pants, pulled them down slowly and kicked them off revealing what I had suspected all along – she wasn't wearing any panties. The sight of her wet, shaved pussy caused my heart to race. I licked my lips. 

"Ah...that's what I was hoping to see. Come here, you."

I walked over to her and pulled her body close to mine. Running my hands up her sides I stretched her sports bra over her tits and watched as they tumbled out. I lifted her top over her head and flung it across the room with the eager enthusiasm of a boy tearing into his first present on Christmas morning. Vanessa stood their before me, bare, beautiful and ready to be devoured. I salivated at the sight of her large, rosy nipples that grew tighter at my gaze. I took hold of her tits and pushed them together. Leaning in I surrounded one of her nipples with my lips and circled the tip with my tongue. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. 

"Shhhh. Remember, Vanessa," I taunted, "we're going to have to keep quiet." She kept her eyes closed but bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from crying out again. 

I ravenously nibbled at Vanessa's neck while sliding my hand down to feel the warm, succulent lips of her pussy. Her knees dipped slightly at the touch of my fingers. When she placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed downwards, I took that as an invitation and began slowly but deliberately kissing my way down her body. Falling to my knees I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands, pulled her close and began kissing the warm, soft folds of her pussy. She grabbed the back of my head and pressed me more tightly to her. I flicked my tongue around her clit and she moaned with delight. Yearning to take her even further, I pulled my mouth away briefly to run my hand along her sweet opening and then I guided a moistened finger deep inside her. The combination of my sucking and fingering stirred up so much reckless passion within her that she began to thrusting her hips against me. 

"Yes! Yes! Ahh..."

She dug her nails into my shoulder and pulled me up. We embraced and kissed passionately, our tongues probing deep within our mouths. I peeled out of my tank top and pulled off my shorts. My throbbing cock was finally released and yearning to dive in. It stood straight up with drops of liquid anticipation dripping from its head. I scooped her off her feet and lowered her to the ground. I reached up with my hands and held her arms above her head.

"I've been longing for you since I first set eyes on you."

"Then what are you waiting for, you fool? Take me!" 

I kicked her legs apart with mine and plunged my cock deep within her. The sensation was mind blowing. She was so hot, so wet that we moved with ease. Her moans grew louder with each thrust. Our bodies moved in perfect, frantic rhythm. As she grew closer to climaxing, she wrapped her legs around my pelvis and we bucked feverishly against each other. Finally she threw her head back and cried out as wave after wave of orgasmic fury coursed through her body. A few thrusts later and I erupted in her, at long last letting out hours of pent up sexual tension. Slowly our bodies came to a stop and we lay there holding onto each other while beads of sweat dripped down our bodies.

"Now that's what I call a cardio workout," I said through panting breaths.

"See, I told you it was more fun to do than to watch."

We both laughed together and knew that we had just initiated what could very well be the best "get fit" plan ever designed.



Cards with My Sister



The fact that this story has been published after gathering cyber-dust for some time is all down to Jo -- without her help, her encouragement, her patience and her understanding I would never have found the impetus to finish and submit this piece. Thank you Jo and happy Birthday xxxx

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This story is set in the North of England in the winter of 2009/2010. As any readers from the UK will know, it turned out to be the worst winter in 50 years with snow around from before Christmas and well into the New Year. It was because of those weather conditions that this story occurred. 

My sister, Anne, and I had never been that close until about 5 years before that winter. She was 3 years younger than me and had had to get married at the age of 18 when she fell pregnant. She married Martin as a result of the pregnancy and despite that rocky start they had made a long and seemingly quite happy marriage.

We both grew up in a small terraced house in a working class area of Lancashire with little in the way of home comforts. In fact even at the time that we were both in our teens we still had no inside toilet. The main reason for this was that the house only had two bedrooms. My mother and father had one and as the eldest child I had the other which resulted in my sister finding herself sleeping in a bed which was in the bathroom and the presence of a bed there left room only for a bath and washbasin.

I often think that the desire for a bedroom of her own was one of the reasons why Anne managed to become pregnant at such an early age -- it was one way of securing a bedroom for herself. For whatever reason the sleeping arrangements were definitely the source of some bitterness between us as she no doubt resented me having a room of my own and when I left home for college she had moved in there in a flash and whenever I came home for the weekend or on holiday I found myself relegated to the bathroom bed. 

I think another bone of contention had been the unplanned pregnancy. I think it had been the only time I had ever seen my father cry and I think I blamed Anne for the distress she had caused my parents.

Once Anne had left home we did not see too much of her and it was not long before I was also getting married and moving about half an hour's drive away which made our contact even less. It became just a weddings, funerals etc. kind of a relationship. We had never really fallen out but were never very close either. I guess it might have been different if she had been a brother but it was just one of those things.

Martin and Anne did ok for themselves. They only ever had the one child ( the result of that unplanned pregnancy ) but got on financially as my sister got quite a good job working for a government department. Once their son was grown up and was with a partner and child of his own they bought a cottage up in the Yorkshire Dales and set about renovating it. They were now about 75 to 80 miles away from me and our contact got even less.

In the late 1990's we all attended a meal for our parents' 50th Wedding anniversary and for the first time I noticed that Martin was looking unwell but did not think a lot of it.

Then in 2004 our mother had a massive stroke which left her in hospital for some months and bed ridden and doubly incontinent when she did eventually come home. Both of us started to spend as much time with her as we could and met at least once a week. As a result we started to become closer than we had ever been when younger and as our mother's condition deteriorated I suppose we realised the importance of family and both of us seemed to be trying to make up for lost time.

2005 brought various bombshells -- firstly our mother died, which was not unexpected, but Martin's condition was finally diagnosed as Parkinson's disease. To make matters worse the doctors dealing with him seemed to indicate that the condition had not been helped, and may in fact have been brought on, by medication he had been taking for some time for a very minor heart problem.

Anne was not one to accept this kind of thing lying down and her government job had the benefit of giving her lots of valuable contacts. Soon she had found someone who was interested in making a compensation claim on Martin's behalf and as a lot of that claim surrounded his growing inability to work and his reducing income I offered my services using my accountancy knowledge to do anything I could to help them.

Soon Anne and I were closer than we had ever been and I made regular trips to her home to meet up with medical experts etc. As usual with these things the case seemed to drag on forever and was no nearer a settlement when Martin's condition took a turn for the worse and in early 2009 he died.

In addition to the ongoing compensation case there was now Martin's estate to sort out and as I have had experience of those things with one or two relations and also clients I again offered to do whatever I could.

About once a month or so we tried to get together to bring things up to date. Often my wife accompanied me on my trips to see Anne but would often get bored very quickly as we droned on about things that were above her head and so in recent months I had gone alone.

Christmas 2009 came and we had not met up for a few weeks because of the festivities etc and also the snow which had covered the North of England for so long. In the run up to Christmas the covering of snow had seemed quite pleasant and set the scene for the time of year but once January arrived it was something everyone was looking to see the back of. Unfortunately the weather had other ideas.

About mid January there seemed a break in the weather and I made arrangements to go off to the Dales unless things got any worse before weekend. My wife advised me that she was going to stay at home and recommended me to take certain things with me -- a spade in case I got stuck anywhere -- a flask and some food -- and an overnight bag in case the snow returned. It seemed like she was being somewhat over-cautious but I knew from previous experience that she had a sixth sense about these kind of things and didn't argue.

So there I was mid-morning on the Saturday, setting off with briefcase, over-night bag and the various other things and promising to ring my wife as soon as I got there to stop her worrying.

The journey took longer than usual but not as long as I had thought it might. The roads were quite clear until I got to the country roads for the last few miles and even then there was not too much of a problem. I was parking up just after lunchtime and Anne was greeting me on the doorstep. After ringing my wife to confirm my arrival we got down to work.

The afternoon passed quickly and then we realised that we had only stopped for a coffee and that neither of us had eaten since breakfast. It was going dark outside and we decided to walk down to the pub in the village. It would give us some fresh air and the chance to stretch our legs and the pub also served good wholesome food, nothing fancy but just the thing to give us that lift to finish off one or two things before I set off home.

The walk down into the village took about ten minutes and just before we got there we saw the worrying signs of snow beginning to fall. Perhaps it would only be a few flurries. The inside of the pub was warm and welcoming. A roaring log fire burned in the main bar and we settled down and ordered our food and drink. As we sat and ate and watched other people enter the pub it became clear that this was something a bit more than flurries. By the time we left the pub the snow was falling heavily and as it was Saturday there seemed no signs of any gritting crews trying to keep the roads open. 

The walk back to Anne's cottage took twice as long as the walk to the pub had as we found ourselves tramping through soft, virgin snow. As we walked through the door the phone was ringing. It was my wife telling me how bad the weather was at the other side of the Pennines and it became more and more likely that I may have to stay the night. I agreed with my wife to give things an hour, which would give us time to wrap up our paperwork and then make a decision, although as I looked out through the window the decision was really already made.

An hour later our work was finished and I went to the front door. Conditions were even worse than before and I was only waiting for Anne to make the suggestion that I stayed.

"It would be stupid to try to drive home in this" Anne said "especially in the dark. Give Janet a ring and tell her you are staying while I go and check that everything is ok in the spare bedroom."

I rang Janet and she sounded relieved that I was not going to attempt the trip back home and I told her I would ring in the morning to let her know how things were.

Anne had come back down from the bedroom and announced that everything was sorted. I nipped out to the car to bring in the overnight bag. I was so glad that Janet had had the foresight to make me bring it.

Anne drew the curtains to conserve the heat and then looking at the logs lying unlit in the hearth I made a suggestion.

"How long since you had the fire going??" 

"Christmas time" Anne responded "It never seems worth it just for me"

"It looked so inviting in the pub" I said " Really cosy"

"Well its all yours" laughed Anne " If you can be bothered to get it going then don't let me stop you. I'll go and fix us some coffee"

It was years since I had lit a real fire but I was determined to give it a go and soon the wood was beginning to crackle and small flames began to flicker around the room.

"Well done" said Anne as she at last accepted that my efforts were going to be successful.

I settled down to drink my coffee and admire my achievement. 

"I'm wishing I had tried a pint of beer in the pub instead of orange juice" I said with a hint of regret."If I had known I was not going to have to drive we could have stayed longer"

"Perhaps we can have a walk back down there later if the snow eases a bit. It's a long time since I had a serious drink" replied Anne, clearly excited at the thought of having some company for the evening "In fact it's a long time since I did a few things"

At that minute I did not pick up on Anne's last words but I would learn more as the evening wore on what she was referring to.

"In the meantime there is beer in the fridge -- or wine if you prefer"

"How about both" I said " It might be a long night. We can start on a beer and then move on to the wine"

Anne nodded her agreement.

"I can't hold my drink the way I used to" Anne said "but let's see where the evening takes us." We made eye contact and there was something in her eyes that hinted at things that I hesitated to contemplate.

I suppose I should say a little more about Anne. She was a little shorter than me and nowhere near as heavy. I think that I must have inherited my mother's genes as, like my mother, I had always had difficulty in keeping my weight under control. I only had to look at a chocolate biscuit to feel the pounds going on. Anne, on the other hand, was slender and looked almost fragile. She had had her own health worries in her 40's with a cancer scare and since then had always been careful to watch her diet. Despite the fact that she did not do any exercise ( other than walking her dog ) she had a body that many younger women would envy. From the neck down she would have passed for a woman far younger than her 57 years.

Unfortunately her face let down the rest of her body somewhat. The worries which had been caused by her own health problems and Martin's long illness had clearly taken their toll and her face had wrinkles that indicated her true age and her neck was a little scrawny too. 

All in all, however, Anne was still an attractive woman, especially when she smiled but that had not been too often over the past few years despite the ongoing attempts of her friends and family. She had let herself go a little but I sensed that when she finally got through this period of mourning and self-doubt she was the kind of woman who would pick herself up, give herself a serious makeover in terms of clothing and make-up and if and when she felt confident to get back onto the dating scene there would be no shortage of eligible suitors, and probably many more who were not so eligible.

"I'll go and get the drinks sorted out whilst you go and get yourself cleaned up after getting the fire going" Anne said as she left the room heading for the kitchen.

"Yes and I can take my things up to the bedroom and get myself sorted out" I replied as I headed for the stairs.

By the time I had returned from the bathroom and bedroom Anne had everything under control. Two cans of beer were on the coffee table with two beer glasses and then an opened bottle of wine and two wine glasses next to them. There was also a selection of nibbles to keep us going through the evening.

The television was turned on and Anne was sitting on the sofa with her legs raised up. I took the two beers and poured them and passed one to Anne before settling down in the armchair.

I looked at the television. "I just wanted to watch this programme" Anne announced " I have been following the series. Then we can either listen to some music or find some other way to amuse ourselves" She turned to again make eye contact with me as she uttered the last few words. "Whatever you fancy"

As Anne relaxed even more on the sofa the idea of "whatever you fancy" seemed strangely appealing. I had to admit that over the last few years, since our reconciliation, I had found myself more and more attracted to Anne and whilst I would never have dared admit it to anyone there had been occasions when I had fantasised about her. I think the long period of estrangement had meant that when we began to get close again I started to think of her as a woman and not just a sister.

My own sex life had been virtually non-existent for several years and I was guessing that Anne's may have been no better, especially knowing that Martin had been ill for many years.

As I looked across at Anne relaxed on the sofa in her black t-shirt and faded jeans that seemed to touch her body in all the right places I must admit to a longing that she was not my sister and my mind drifted to the ways we might find to pass the evening if she were not.

My beer was gone in double quick time and Anne advised me there was more in the fridge. I hesitated and decided that as the wine was already open I would try some of that and so I poured two glasses for us and returned to my armchair. 

Anne seemed quite intent in her watching of the programme and although it was not something that interested me I sat pretending to be interested for her sake.

Soon it was at an end and Anne got down to the task of drinking her beer and wine so as to try and catch me up. I was on my second large glass of wine now and as she left the room to go and bring in a second bottle I felt the need to watch her walk across the room and out of the door. The jeans fitted so tight on her backside and I could swear she was walking in a way that accentuated it. Her hips seemed to sway from side to side and for the first time that night I felt a stirring in my loins that would get stronger as the evening went on.

Anne came back into the room and asked what music I would like her to put on the player but as she stood there the decision was made for us. The television flickered, the lamps in the corner of the room went out and the room would have been in total darkness but for the flickering light thrown out by the blazing log fire.

"Not again" Anne complained " I forgot to warn you. This has been happening all winter with the snow causing such problems. Sometimes it can be off for just a few minutes whilst other times it can be several hours."

"Lucky I lit the fire" I stated " at least we have some light"

"Yes and heat too" replied Anne " because the central heating will have gone off too until the electricity comes back. I have some decorative candles in the kitchen which will help things."

In a minute she was back with one or two scented candles positioned so as the light up the gloomier corners of the room whilst we relied on the firelight as our eyes became a little more used to the situation.

"So what are we going to do till it comes back on" I asked.

A few seconds passed until Anne responded. "What about a game of cards. There is a pack in the cupboard over there."

Without waiting for my reply Anne went to get the cards and sat down on the rug before me.

"So what are we going to play" she said.

I sat down on the rug quite near to her so as to make it easier to see the cards. After a few discussions we settled on a card game we had played as children, a kind of rummy where you had to make up various tricks from 10 cards and the game got underway in the firelight.

The first few games were ok but as with anything the novelty began to wear a bit thin after that. Then Anne suggested a variation.

"Why don't we make it more interesting " she said taking a long slurp of wine.

"How" I answered, unsure as to the direction this conversation was heading in.

"The loser of each hand has to pay up" she added

"Money" I questioned

"No, a forfeit of some kind" said Anne

"Like what" I asked naively

"How about the loser of each hand has to remove an item of their clothing? And to make it more interesting every little thing counts , watches, jewellery, everything "

I was filled with a mixture of emotions partly fuelled by the beer and wine. What harm could it do and any way the room was pretty dimly lit. A part of me also longed to see what Anne was wearing under those tight jeans.

"Ok" I finally agreed "You're on. Or off might be a more appropriate description. Deal the cards"

The incentive of removing clothing and other things certainly enlivened the next few hands, or perhaps it was the drink. We were already halfway down the second bottle of wine.

Soon each of us had a small neat pile of items removed. In my case it comprised of shoes, socks, my wristwatch, ring and the St Christopher I wore around my neck. The hands had been quite evenly contested as Anne's pile indicated with her shoes, earrings, watch and rings neatly arranged.

From now on it looked as though things might get a little more interesting and though Anne was my sister and there was something inside me that felt slightly uneasy with the situation there was a much stronger something that had me quite aroused at the thought of seeing her slowly undressing before me in the firelight.

The accountant inside me was trying to make calculations of what items were left to remove but the wine was taking its toll and it was taking much longer than on a usual day in the office.

I did a quick sum and figured I was down to 3 items, my shirt, trousers and boxer shorts. As for Anne's situation I could only make an educated guess that she was down to 4 items, her t-shirt, jeans and presumably bra and panties. On that basis I was one item behind and even more determined to win the next hand.

My determination was rewarded with victory and I presumed that Anne would remove her t-shirt. She obviously realised what I had been thinking as she flashed me a naughty grin before lifting the bottom of her jeans to reveal a silver anklet. 'Damn!' I thought as the realisation dawned on me that my lustful thoughts had been put on hold. But the delay only served to heighten my state of arousal and I sensed that my cock was starting to harden. However much I tried to persuade it to behave more reasonably the harder it seemed to be to control it. Whatever my own thoughts were my cock seemed to have a mind of its own.

As I mentally wrestled with my hardening cock I lost my way in the next hand and soon found myself unbuttoning my shirt and adding it slowly to my pile as Anne dealt the next hand. Somehow I sensed she was deliberately trying to keep things on an even keel as I seemed to win the next hand more easily than any recent one.




Cards with My Sister



It was my turn to deal the next hand and Anne's turn to remove her t-shirt. I expected her to be a little embarrassed as she slowly started to raise it up her body but she made eye contact with me and as she took her time to lift it high above her head it felt more like a striptease that was being performed just for me. Soon the t-shirt was being folded and with our eye contact broken I took the opportunity to take a closer look at the upper half of Anne's body. As I have said, she was quite slim and her tits were not the largest I had ever seen but they were covered in a delicious looking black bra. The bra was exciting and lacy and clearly had diamantes or something sparkly which glinted in the firelight.

My arousal was now almost complete and I wondered how obvious this would soon become with the inevitable loss of my trousers. I didn't have too long to wonder as I lost the next hand and was soon on my feet unfastening them. My belt had been removed earlier and so it was not long before they were falling around my ankles and the bulge in my boxer shorts was open to view. I looked across at Anne as I removed the trousers from my ankles but her gaze was firmly fastened on my groin area. There was a smile on her face that clearly showed that, even in the dim lighting, she had realised my condition and that she was becoming quite aroused herself at the thought that she was, no doubt, the object of my desires.

I was now in a situation that I could not afford to lose another hand and again sensed that Anne did not want that either. I think we were both aware that the longer this went on the greater the anticipation would be and, as the night was still quite young, there was no need to rush anything. What would happen would happen and for myself I was happy just to take whatever would come.

Anne lost the next hand and stood up immediately. Clearly she was as excited at the thought of getting out of her jeans as I was at the thought of seeing her that way. Soon they were falling to her ankles to reveal a sexy pair of black panties that matched her bra. She stepped out of her jeans and then turning she bent forward to fold them and place them away. In doing so she did not drop to her knees but bent forward pushing her panty-covered rear towards me. She seemed to hold the pose for several seconds as I contemplated that her ass looked even better without the jeans than it had with them on.

Turning back towards me our eyes met and Anne was clearly revelling in the effect she was causing. I tried to ease the sexual tension by pouring out the last of the wine into our two glasses.

"There's plenty more in the kitchen if you fancy another bottle" Anne purred "Or is there anything else you fancy??"

I think we both knew what it was I fancied but wondering if I might be jumping the gun I tried to act as cool as I could.

"I'll get another bottle after the next hand"

"That's ok" said Anne and knelt back down before me and started to deal the cards.

I guess my mind was a bit distracted by the view in front of me as we started to play the next hand. As Anne moved her bra and panties sparked a little in the firelight. I am not sure where my thoughts were but they were definitely not on cards as I soon found myself the loser again. This meant removing my boxer shorts. Should I shuffle them off as I sat on the rug and try to hide the fact that my shaft was now as erect as it had been in months or should I stand tall and take them off in front of Anne and give her a full view of what was available. I chose the latter. Anne seemed to have had no qualms in undressing before me and although she was still wearing her bra and panties I think we both knew where they were likely to end up.

I tried to act slow and seductive as I slid my boxers down over my thighs and then let them fall to the ground. Anne seemed unable to take her eyes away from what I was revealing and whether or not my act of seduction was working I sensed she was impressed with what she saw and I was sure I saw the slightest hint of her licking her lips.

"I've nothing left to take off" I said, stating the obvious.

"Well we will have to find some other forfeits for you" Anne answered in a tone that was a mixture of naughty fun and desire.

The next hand was over in a flash. I again sensed that Anne was not trying too hard. Partly I think she was distracted because, although I had now sat down again, my cock was as erect as ever and in her direct eye line and also I sensed she wanted to see what effect her naked tits might have on me and my cock. In truth I could not imagine anything that could make it any harder or more erect but Anne seemed determined to try her best.

As I declared my winning hand Anne smiled at me and turned away. She hunched her shoulders and pushed her back towards me.

"Would you like to help??" she said, clearly wanting me to help her undo her bra.

My mouth was dry as I moved forward a little to help her. My fingers found the bra fastening and even with my fingers trembling it was soon undone. Anne clearly sensed the tension.

"Don't worry, I won't bite" she laughed, " Well not unless you want me to"

The bra fell to the ground and Anne turned back to face me. As she leant forward to pick it up from the rug I got my first sight of her tits. They were small but exquisite and belied her age. Her skin was white and this only served to highlight the darkness of her areolas. Her nipples looked to be firm and erect as she raised her head and smiled at me.

I wondered what forfeit Anne might suggest if I should lose the next hand and was tempted to lose deliberately in order to find out but the cards I had dealt to me left me with no need to take such action as the hand was over in what seemed a record time. 

"So what about my forfeit" I asked in a mixture of trepidation and excitement. I hoped Anne was not planning to get me to run down the street in my naked state whilst she laughed at me. Although the weather outside would, no doubt, have been one way of cooling my ardour. Anne, however, had other plans.

"You seem quite fascinated by my tits" she laughed. " In fact you seem to be having trouble taking your eyes of them" she laughed again.

"Was it that obvious??" I stuttered.

"Yes, but don't worry, It's a long time since a man looked at my tits that way, a very long time. And its been even longer since a man played with them or sucked them. So that's your forfeit -- I want you to play with my tits and suck my nipples"

I was a little taken aback and Anne clearly saw my discomfort.

"I won't tell if you won't" she said with a cheeky grin, "and besides that it's starting to get a little chilly now that we are almost naked"

I thought about saying something clever about the cold obviously being the cause of her nipples standing out but they were much too inviting. 'And anyway' I thought 'if I wait too long she might start to have second thoughts'

So throwing caution to the wind I moved the glasses from between us and took up a position kneeling before Anne. Kissing her, at this stage, felt a step too far and so I lowered my lips to her right tit and started to lick and suck whilst my right hand was caressing and fondling her left one.

In seconds Anne was moaning, "Oh yes..... that feels so good John. I had forgotten how good it can feel. I think the card game is over for a while. I don't want you to stop this until I tell you to"

Anne had always been a bit of a bossy sister but right now I was happy to let her have her own way as I concentrated on her fabulous tits, alternating my sucking on each nipple and using my fingers to tweak and squeeze the nipple that was having to wait for my mouth.

As I sucked on her left nipple and used my left hand to play with the other tit my right hand was alternating between the floor and Anne's hips as I sought to make sure I did not over-balance and spoil the moment. Suddenly, by accident, my right hand was on Anne's upper thigh and I could sense the proximity of her panties. The lace was brushing against the back of my hand.

Anne made no attempt to disturb my hand. She was too carried away in the pleasure I was giving her and was leaving me in no doubt.

"Oh yes.... suck them harder..... I want you to bite me gently"

"This feels so fucking good............please don't stop"

I could not ever remember hearing Anne use that kind of language before but it stiffened my resolve ( not that parts of me needed any stiffening ) and I had only to move my hand a little to feel my fingers touching the crotch of her lacy panties. They were soaking and as I started to caress her pussy through them the lace on the front was coming in contact with her swollen pussy lips.

"Oh my God ... yes ... if you carry on with that I am going to cum" Anne whimpered.

I broke away from her nipple for a second "And would you like that" , I said.

"Do you need to ask" Anne uttered through gritted teeth as I sensed the first waves of an orgasm were already starting to approach.

I wondered about removing the panties but thought I would leave that for later as I gently moved the lacy crotch to one side and slid two thick fingers slowly into Anne's wetness.

She moaned as she felt them enter and then began to shake as I started to slide them in and out.

"I'm cuuuummming" she moaned " and it feels so fucking good"

I felt Anne's hot juices flow all over my fingers as they started to thrust deeper and harder into her cunt. She was so wet and getting wetter by the second and as my fingers really started to find the target she began to shout her comments rather than whisper them as before.

"Oh yes, John, stick them in me so hard. I need this so badly. Please... please don't stop"

Her body bucked and writhed as her pelvis thrust against my fingers.

"Oh my Goooooood. I'm cumming again" Anne moaned as she began to pant like a dog in heat.

Her hands were writhing about and had come into contact with my cock and soon she had a firm grip on it and was taking out her energy on it as she started to come down from her second orgasm.

"I want to suck it John. I need to suck your big cock now"

With that I slowed my rhythm until my fingers were motionless inside her wet spongy cunt.

She looked at me with a look that meant she was going to get what she wanted and eased me backwards against the sofa until my cock was in the perfect position for her to deal with it. 

She started her assault by taking a firm hold on my cock and licking and flicking the tip with her tongue before she gradually started to take more and more of it into her mouth. It felt amazing and I could do nothing but lie back and enjoy as she finally took all of it into her mouth. Anne's head was moving up and down in a steady rhythm and I could feel her tongue flicking the underneath of my shaft.

Occasionally she left her attention to my cock and her head moved lower and took one of my balls into her mouth instead. She licked and sucked on it and again her tongue was constantly flicking it whilst her hand was cupping the other one and fondling it till they felt they would have to erupt.

Anne's hand then strayed down towards my asshole and gently started to caress it and run her finger around the entrance.

I was in heaven and had to tell Anne how it felt.

"Oh Anne, that's amazing..... fucking amazing. No-one has ever sucked me like this. I don't know how much longer I can stand this without cumming"

Anne seemed unfazed by my comments and had returned her mouth to my cock where her up and down rhythm had re-commenced and was getting even stronger and faster. I felt the approach of my orgasm and was trying to hold on as long as I could to experience as much as possible of the pleasure Anne was giving me but suddenly I felt her pinkie finger slide into my ass and I knew my time had cum.

Anne was deep-throating me by now and I could hold back no longer as jets of my hot cum started to shoot straight down her throat. Her other hand moved to my balls in an attempt to squeeze ever last drop as she devoured it hungrily and then as my ejaculations stopped she set about sucking me dry and making sure that nothing went to waste.

As I lay there and wallowed in the experience Anne looked up at me and licked her lips. Kissing her had seemed a step to far not too long ago but now I raised her to me and kissed her passionately, tasting the remnants of my cum still on her lips. Our tongues danced as we tried to devour one another's lips. I turned her until she was next to me, into what seemed a more comfortable position and then my hand again began to head for her panties. Anne had just given me the most amazing experience and the gentleman in me knew I had to return that experience with interest.

My hand was soon on the crotch which was even wetter than before. Her upper thighs too were soaking. The panties were obviously designed to allure and were not built with absorbency in mind. I started to move the crotch to one side again until Anne broke off from our kiss.

"Take them off John" she pleaded "Take them off and fuck me.......now"

She arched her body to lift her backside from the carpet and together we teased the soft fabric over her rear, down her thighs and onto the floor. My cock was already starting to harden again as I caught my first glimpse of her matted pubic hair and the outline of her swollen pussy lips.

"Are you sure" I asked, hoping with all my body that she was sure.

"Yes, John, I've been wanting you to fuck me all evening. I can't wait any longer"

"Are you sure this is right" I asked, feeling it was my brotherly duty to give her one last way out. In truth my cock was still only 75% back to its erect state and every second would aid its recovery.

"I'm not sure of anything any more", Anne responded " But one thing I am sure of is that I need to feel a cock inside me right now.... your cock. So fuck me. Pleeeaaase."

What more could I do but try to please her as I slid across her until I lay between her thighs. As I felt the tip of my cock brush against Anne's pussy lips I realised that I was almost rock-hard again and with the slightest of thrusts I felt the first inch or so of my cock slide inside her. I watched her close her eyes and she gasped at the prospect of what was to come.

I thrust further inside her and she moaned.

"Oh, John, yes, that feels so good" she moaned as the muscles of her cunt took hold of my cock for the first time.

"Fuck me! Yes John, fuck me!" she screamed as a little more of my cock slid into her wetness.

"You feel so fucking good," I moaned into her ear, making her squirm against me.

I began a rhythm of withdrawing my cock before sliding it ever deeper within Anne's delicious cunt. She raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist, locking her feet together. With each downward thrust Anne met me with an upward thrust of her own, forcing my cock ever deeper into her welcoming cunt. On every in-thrust she grasped me firmly with the tight muscles of her pussy till it felt that I would never be able to withdraw. With every thrust I could feel my balls slapping against Anne's backside and she was clearly revelling in the experience of having a cock buried deep inside her again.

I felt my own orgasm begin to stir deep within me. I wanted to try and make this last as long as possible. Anne deserved that and I wanted this to be something special, something that would re-awaken all the passions she had hidden within. I was trying hard to delay the inevitable orgasm but Anne was making it so hard for me as she began a one-sided dialogue telling me how good she felt, how big my cock felt and then started to tell me all the other things she wanted to share with me before the morning came and I headed home.

"Oh John ... this is amazing! Just fucking amazing!" Anne screamed as another orgasm started to arrive for her.

I started to caress her tits as my thrusts continued and that was clearly the final straw as Anne's body started to pulsate and vibrate. Her own thrusting stopped as her body became rigid and I felt the flow of her creamy juices pouring onto my cock. 

I had never seen a woman so aroused and it felt so good to know that I had made Anne feel like this.

Anne's sensations started to subside as I returned to my long slow thrusts deep within her. Gradually her eyes opened and we made eye contact.

"This is amazing, John" she moaned "Now I want to feel you cum inside me. Give it to me hard until my cunt is dripping with your cum" 

Anne screamed with delight as I began to thrust even harder and deeper into her cunt. She met each thrust with one of her own as every bit of my cock disappeared inside her.

"Oh yes John! That's amazing." she screamed.

I just continued to pound my shaft deeper and deeper into her as she moaned and shouted my name.

My pounding of Anne's pussy was having its effect on both of us and I knew that I could not last much longer. Anne, however, beat me to it as she started to arch her back and shake as the waves of pleasure engulfed her again.

"Oh John, that feels so good. Yesssssssss." She screamed. She bucked and writhed under my hands and shouted my name over and over as she came.

By now my thrusts were as hard as I could manage and I could wait no longer. I started filling Anne's cunt with my cum. She screamed to feel the hot jets hitting the end of her pussy.

"Oh, John. That's just what I needed. To feel you cum inside me." she purred.

I fell into her arms and we lay there basked in the glow of the firelight. I felt my cock beginning to shrink and slide from her cunt and as it did the dam of our mingled juices broke and started to slide onto Anne's thighs and ultimately the rug on which we lay.

Minutes seemed to elapse without a word being spoken and I began to wonder if the silence was an indication of regrets beginning to surface in Anne's head. Then she spoke.

" Will you do something more for me John" she said in a way that sounded like a whisper after her recent frenzied outbursts.

"If I can" I replied, a little worried as to what she had in mind.

"Will you sleep with me tonight, and make love to me again"

"Nothing could be better" I replied as we made eye contact again.

Anne smiled a smile that let me know that, if she had any regrets about what we had just done, she was not about to let them get in the way of future pleasures.

"But what about finishing that game of cards before we go to bed?" I asked as I continued gazing into Anne's eyes.

She laughed as she also clearly realised that I had no regrets about our actions and that perhaps in the future there would be more opportunities to show our feelings to one another in a manner more accustomed to lovers than brother and sister.

Just then the lights flickered and the television sprung back to life as the electricity supply returned.