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Carmel

By: davekoko



I am in my room, at The Lodge at Pebble Beach (Carmel, CA) -- at a company meeting. Hungry. But feeling kinda horny for some reason. I take a shower, dress nicely, and go to the Louis XIX room, a small romantic cafe at The Lodge. I enter the bar, and see you! Sitting alone at a table! Lovely You!! A sweet but sensuous face. Curvaceous body. I ask if I can join you, and you nod yes, but only for a bit, as you are expecting someone. We have a margarita, and then another. Small talk. You are dressed in a black silky dress, clinging to your body. Conservative, but showing a bit of cleavage, teasingly so. And finally you announce that it looks like you've been stood up. "Oh sorry about that," I say, but thinking, My Lucky Day, and invite you to have dinner with me.

We sit in a corner of the dimly lit small dining room. A burning candle at our table. Famished, we order our dinner plus a nice Cabernet with it. We continue talking, in a quiet voice, necessitating us to lean forward in order to hear each other -- and this is showing me a little more of your lovely breast cleavage. The whiteness of your skin in contrast to your black dress. You catch me staring at them and we both blush but say nothing. Then we talk and chat as if we knew each other for a long time. A combo is playing slow romantic music. I ask if you would like to dance, and you say "yes." I am getting more and more turned on by the minute. You put your arms around my neck, and my arms and hands are around your waist. Dancing cheek to cheek. Smelling the fragrance of your hair as I nuzzle my face in it.

I feel your body pressed into mine. I am aware of my erection pushing on your belly, and wonder if you notice it too. I am hoping you are aware and I think you are, because there are subtle grinding of your belly on me. Still dancing, I step back with my left foot, but leaving my right foot planted which causes your groin to press into my right upper thigh, and again, I feel a subtle grinding of your groin into me. As the heat rises within us, I breathlessly whisper in your ear, giving me an excuse to nibble on it, "your guy doesn't know what he is missing."

I ask if you have a place to stay, and when you say no, I invite you to stay with me -- Your yes answer almost makes be collapse with anticipation. The dance is over, I sit you down, and talk to the maitre d' for a minute. We decline the dessert, and go out into the rapidly chilling outdoors, walking hand in hand, to our room, on the second floor. "I have a surprise for you," I announce while opening the door. A lit fireplace and Champagne in a bucket, already opened. Red and white roses on our bed. It's what I talked to the maitre d' about at the dining room. We hug, briefly, gently, and go out onto the balcony and watch the sunset -- over the ocean, the 18th fairway and green of the Pebble Beach Golf Course. A magic moment! My arms around you, protecting you from the chill. We go inside, standing in front of the fireplace.

And suddenly, we are kissing. Gently at first and then more urgently. A wet, but not a sloppy kiss, hungrily, with our tongues probing wildly. The anticipation of this moment, for the past few hours has caught up to us. You begin to undo your dress and I stop you. That's my duty, and I proceed, unzipping your dress. And you are doing the same to me. In no time, we are down to my shorts and your bra and panty. I step back, give a whistle, that is more of a sigh. You ARE BEAUTIFUL!! Black bra, bikini panties. setting off your white skin! Again, we hug. Kiss.

Your bra comes off, and simultaneously, so does the panties, and my shorts. Another hug, which is more of grinding our hot bodies together than a hug. My erected wet cock is sliding on your belly and you grind on it wantonly. My hands roaming on your back, and your buttocks -- so smooth, soft and yet so firm. Kissing with wild abandon -- rather frantically. We inch towards the bed and then falling onto it -- you on your back, and me on my side, facing you. I gaze into your eyes, and then my sight devours your body, your firm uplifted breasts standing tall and proud for me with pointed nipples. The flickering light casting shadows on your pubic hair. Our hearts beating rapidly and our breathing is a series of sighs and moans.

We resume kissing -- almost mashing our lips together, passionately -- my hands on your breasts -- kneedling them -- weighing -- caressing -- teasing. My fingers playing with your nipples. They have become so erected and tingly. You are not idle. You grab my hard, erected, throbbing, and wet cock. You smear the clear, abundant precum flowing from slit at the tip of my cock all over the glans and all up and down the shaft, and with a loose fist, you slowly begin to slide your hand up and down. Your hand and fingers are so soft. The pleasure is so exquisite -- The initial contact of your hand on my cock makes my whole body jump and with the stroking -- makes me start to thrust into your hand. Oh, my God, I've been so pent up, and so have you. With your free hand, you guide my hand down to your pussy. My lips now on your breast, teasing, sucking, biting on them.

With my hands now guided to your pussy, I find the wetness -- oh so wet!! Your inner lips and clit are so erected, puffy, spongy, and slippery. I am sliding my fingers up and down your pussy slit. Your erected clit is trapped between my index and ring fingers. Intermittently probing your pussy hole and feeling it spasm on my fingers. And with each slide of my fingers upwards, my middle finger grazes over your exposed clit glans and makes your body jerk. You immediately thrust, and clench your buttocks, which makes your pussy hole spasm and increases the wonderful sensation. You wildly gyrate your pussy and pelvis on my hand. The long anticipation and teasing, has had its toll.

You start to cum! You can't hold it back. And with your cuming, you rapidly stroke my cock. I try to hold it back, but the sight and feel of your cuming, is too much. I start to ejaculate, pumping, squirting my cum all over your hand and partly on my belly and your hip. And you, cuming, so hard, so intensely, still thrusting against my hand and palms.

Both of us are moaning and mumbling unintelligible words, but obviously of how good it all is. And finally, we subside together. panting, breathing hard, heart beating so hard. We hug, kiss, moan together. Subsiding together. You are so wonderful. So beautiful. And the teasing and culmination was the same -- so beautiful and wonderful. We talk abut the evening. How I was taken when I first saw you -- Smitten by you. And you tell me, how nice it was for you to have the drinks, the dinner. And so glad that I was interested. You knew my frequent peeks at your breast cleavage was exciting me and that in turn, exited you. And when we danced, you felt my cock against your belly. You thought you could feel it throb. How you wanted it right then and there. And when I pressed my thigh into your pussy, you tried to communicate, without words, how much you wanted me.

And in our discussions, IT STARTS AGAIN. You are teasing my cock, caressing it and making it erect again. The wetness reforming and I am feeling horny again. I WANT YOU, AGAIN.!!! AND YOU WANT ME!! Again, this time, more slowly, more lovingly, I begin to caress you. Kissing your ear, blowing into it. Tonguing it. Brushing our lips together and then riming your lips with my tongue. Again, the passionate kissing, this time with a bit more of caring and love. My hands caressing your body, your breasts. This time, gently, lightly -- sending shivers down your body. My lips follow my hands. To your breast. Sucking, warmly. pulling on your nipples with my lips. Then repeat sucking until I have as much of your breast in my mouth as I can get and then swirl my tongue all around the aureola and nipple -- making your push your breast into my mouth even deeper. Mmmmm, the wonderful distinctive taste!

My hands caress your belly, and I see the muscles underneath to twitching. I am making teasing circles with my hands on your belly and each circle is lower and lower until it reaches the mons -- the mons of beauty and Venus. Your thighs spread for me allowing my hand to cup your pussy. I squeeze the other lips together and rub gently making you moan and thrust your pussy into my hand. I now lie between your wide spread thighs. Your knees are flexed which exposing your beautiful pussy to my wanton but loving gaze. The beautiful mons, covered with the silky pubic hair. The inner lips are so swollen and engorged. Your clit so erected and even throbbing in tune with your rapid heart beat. Your juices smeared over your genitals, your inner thighs. Glistening in the fireplace light.

Smelling the fragrant musk is intoxicating me. My tongue tip only, circles your pubic hair. Then the inner lips. Finally ending up at the base of your clit. My wide open mouth now covers your pussy, my tongue in your hole, twirling in it. I close my mouth, ending up at the glans of your clit and Stimulate it with the smooth under surface of my tongue which makes your body jerk, with the excruciating pleasure. I am feeling your pelvis clench, tightening and relaxing alternately -- making you close to a cum, but not quite there.

I slowly rise. My breast and nipples press on your pussy, letting my heart beat so rapidly on your pussy, and then slowly inching up your body, kissing and nibbling your body until I reach your face and your lips. My erected, almost bursting cock now at the love entrance. Slowly, I thrust and you thrust, inching my cock deeper and deeper. So tight, So warm, and so loving. Until I am fully in you, filling your hole completely. Your thighs and legs are locked around my waist. We relax for just a few seconds and then we begin thrusting, slowly at first. I grind my pubic bone on your clit and mons at the end of each deep thrust and with each in and out motion, the top of my cock shaft glides past your clit glans. Feeling your body writhe, hearing you moan, sigh, feeling your vagina clamp on me, and convulsing on me.

You begin to moan those wonderful erotic words: "I feel sooooo good!", "I'm going to cum!", "I"m there." "NOW!!!!" "I'M CUMINGGGGGGGGG!!!" You suddenly arch your back, lifting me with your strength. You scream, and that is too much for me. Deep within you, I start to cum. You can feel each jerk, spurt of me. Deep within you. Setting off more of your cum. I am moaning and grunts coinciding with each of the spews from my cock. Long, intense, almost painful pleasure. Seemingly a long time, but over too soon.

My cock still deep inside you, our bodies begins to relax, and our breathing and heart rate comes back to normal. Looking into each other's eyes.

"My luckiest day," I say.

"The start of something very wonderful," you answer.

Carmelita Saves the Day



Two weeks after her 18th Birthday Carmellita was walking home from the most glorious day of school in her life in the brisk November sunshine. Then Carmellita saw the lavender limo and her heart sank. It had been a very good day so far. But this would end that part of it. 

Carmelilita never got called into the office, but when the call came to her home room to send her to the counselor's office, she was nervous and upset. Mr. Lector was a bit of a bore, very conscientious, and tended to take too long to give any kind of news. So when she came into Mr. Lector's cubicle, she didn't know what the worst was 

going to be, but she was prepared for it. 

So the first of that day's miracles was the Mr Lector got right to the point. "Carmellita, I understand you want to go to MIT. I also understand that finances at your household are always chaotic. I think we can get you there on a full scholarship." 

Carmellita was to shocked to do anything but nod. 

"I have a letter from the Marie Curie Educational Trust. I have never heard of them before, but they asked us for a recommendation for a girl with a 1400 SAT score, with a minimum of 725 in math. The higher the score, the better the scholarship on offer. Based on your scores, they are willing to pay for the whole four years tuition plus $30,000 in grants over 6 years if you qualify. I just wanted to get your permission to send in your transcripts to them so that you can begin the process." 

Carmellita nodded her head. "For someone with a 715 score in English on the SAT, you are strangely lost for words." 

Carmellita nodded again. 

"Ok, here is the authorization paperwork right here. Since you 

are over 18, I don't need your parent's signature, so I can fax everything today. Just sign and date here, there, and there." 

Carmellita signed and sat back in the chair. Mr. Lector continued. "There is still a bit more paperwork here. They want a photograph, and your health record here. They want to know your height and weight. If you can sign these two documents here authorizing the release of your photo and the other information, we can send it all in. If you could go up to the nurse's office on your way back to class and get this information, then we can have it all ready to go by 10:00." 

Caremellita gave a deep breath. "Thank you Mr Lector. This means a lot. I am grateful and I hope I will repay your trust in me." 

"Thank you very much, my dear. The school is very lucky to have you as a student. For that matter, MIT is in luck too!" 

Caremllita went to the nurses office. She was surprised they took her hip, waist and breast measurements as well. The nurse had a long questionnaire. She took a hair sample and a urine sampled and asked if she smoked (no) drank (at dinner) or used any drugs like Marijuana (of course not). It was for free tuition at the college of her dreams, so she held her temper in. 

Mrs. Zubov, the nurse, told her she knew what it was for. "You have always been one of the stars of the school, and I am glad you get this opportunity. I wish I could do anything to help, but I visit the cabinet too often." 

The rest of the day at school, Carmellita was very distracted. The rumor had spread through the faculty, so all day long there were little gestures of encouragement, even from Mr Medved, the Football coach. He friends at school also were friendly and congratulatory. She drifted from class to class on a rosy cloud. The end of the day came at last, and she walked her way home to her grandfather's candy store. And there the joy ended. The lavender limo was parked out front, and that always meant disaster. 

Nonno Cavallo was an inveterate horseplayer. He was also a very bad horseplayer. With the location of the store and the quality of the goods, they should have been rich. instead, they were always one step ahead of the loan shark. Nonno Cavallo still bore the scars when they fell a couple steps behind. The lavender limo belonged to Doctor Faust. He was called Doctor because of the number of people he sent to the hospital. 

Mrs Torrone was at the counter when she came in. She just waved Carmellita back as she talked to the customers. This was a very bad sign. This meant her grandfather had got her in trouble somehow as well. Carmellita gave a little gesture of supplication, but Mrs. Torrone just waved for her to go in. 

In the small office behind the store, trouble in the person of Dr Faust and his two anonymous assistants leaned over her grandfather. Off to the side there was a tall thin man, about 40, in a light rose colored business suit, with a narrow tie and an air of 

ennui, as if he were here to pick up the world at the store, and it hadn't been made quite up to specification. Dr Faust and her grandfather just nodded to her, and the tall languid man took control of the discussion. 

He put his hands under his chin in a parody of prayer. "Carmellita Amaretto, age 18, Valedictorian of PS 39, one of the smartest young women in New York. I am here to make you an offer. It is a hard bargain, so first, I am going to tell you what I need from you, what I am willing to offer you, and then, I am going to let you know what will happen if you turn me down. You are a very smart girl, so wait until I am finished for any questions, but I think you will understand quickly and you will make an intelligent decision." 

"You can call me Frank Darwin. This may be my name, maybe it isn't. My parents, bless their souls, are firm believers in eugenics. That is breeding to improve the race. I am not so into it myself. They want a perfect grandchild. They want me to find a healthy, white, non jewish, intelligent young maiden to improve the race and inherit their fortune, which they made by producing game shows and infomercials. They believed the average person was stupid and deserved to be swindled. I have been listening to them discuss breeding at great length all my life. I want no part in it. Therefore, I am looking for a girl that they would approve of to give them their grandchild. They don't know that I won't be involved, but they do want approval on who the mom is. You will meet them and tell them how much you love their dutiful and wonderful son, then you will find some stud, get pregnant, deliver the kid, and move on. They are both very sick, so I am in a hurry. I have to have you pregnant before they die. Or all the family fortune will be left to Planned Parenthood. And I will have to get a job. So. I am also the director, staff, admissions committee, treasurer and signer for the Marie Curie Educational Trust. If you agree and have the baby, and get pregnant before my parents die, then you get what I told your very silly guidance counselor at your school. If you get pregnant and 

miscarry, you just get a 75% scholarship for 4 years. You don't make the baby, you get nothing." 

"Now, I have been looking a long time for someone who qualifies. One of your other qualifications is your grandfather here, and his dealings with Dr. Faust here. Do you realize just how deep your father is in to the good doctor?" 

Carmellita glared at Nonno. "You promised! Never again you said. On my grandmother's grave you said!" 

Frank Darwin grinned like a cat with its paw on a mouse's tail. "Ah, promises from a horseplayer. That will count against you when you brag about how smart you are. You understand compound interest. I understand from the good doctor you can even figure this out in your head." 

Carmellita nodded. He continued. "So, you know the good doctors usual rate of interest, so, how about $9,000 for six months, compounded, with an additional $2,000 for four months, 1,000 for three months, 6,000 for two months and 900 for the last month. Do the math." Carmellita did the math and gasped. "So, we are going to wipe that number clear if you agree. Or you and your grandfather will have to come up with it or the doctor will take care of thing in his usual fashion. And the store and your chances of going to MIT will probably both go up in smoke." 

Carmellita glared at him. "So let me get this strait, you fuck me and get me pregnant, and everything goes right. If I don't want to fuck you, I die. This is rape, only you are holding Dr Faust rather than a knife." 

Frank said "Oh no, my dear. I don't fuck you. I don't want anything to do with women. You find someone else to do it for me. All I ask is that it not be something really odd, like one of your black friends or something. The trustees would look askance at that, and ask questions." 

Caremllita leaned back in the corner of the office. "Ok, I want some conditions here. One, you three make sure this one never ever ever bets on another horse. Not with you, not with anybody. You are authorized to hurt him very badly if he does. Also, I want some walking around money first. I want to buy myself a few nice things." 

Frank smiled. "Of course, you are my 'girlfriend.' You will have an ATM card and a credit card. The ATM card will have a couple thousand, the credit card has a limit of 5." 

Carmellita sagged a bit in her corner. She looked at her grandfather with disgust. "You know, I wanted a nice white wedding with some real cool guy I met up with at college. In front of the priest and everything. I thought I would make my grandpa and all my fiends proud. But now, I can't have that. Because my nonna, whom I loved and trusted sold me off to some weird sort of brothel so he could loose at the racetrack. I am so disgusted I never want to see you again. " She looked at Frank. When do I start? Where do we go from here?" 

Frank said "We can leave now... You chariot awaits!" 

"What about my books and my computer and stuff?" 

Frank spread his hands in a benevolent gesture. "We knew you were an intelligent girl. It has all been packed and sent to your new home. If you follow me, we can let you get comfortable tonight." 

Frank escorted her out of the store. Mrs Torrone gave a feeble wave which Carmellita was too angry to acknowledge. He lead her to a rose colored Lincoln town care, with lace curtains in the rear windows. There was a tall oriental man standing next to the car, and he opened the door for them. Frank pointed him out and said " This is 

Fukuya san... he is the butler, chauffeur, general major domo. You have any questions or complaints, take them to him. He will be escorting you to and from school from now on. Please get in. " 

Inside the car, Carmellita sat in the far corner. Frank sat on the other side with a condescending languid air. As the car drove north, Frank opened the mini bar in between the seats. "I understand you are not much of a drinker from what you said in your health 

report, and from what we got in the drug tests we did, but we have some excellent brandy here. It is Grand Mariner. We also have some Port and even some very old scotch whiskey if you need some of that." 

"Which is the most expensive?" 

"The Grand Mariner." 

"I will have that" 

"You know how much that costs?" 

"Don't care either." 

They rode in silence the rest of the way north to 39th Street, where they turned west and came to a discreet arched gateway which opened up for them as they drove in. Carmellita sampled the brandy. She didn't know much about expensive drinks. It didn't seem such a much, if it was expensive, she was going to enjoy every drop. 

Fukuya san opened the door for her. He gave her a wink. She came out of the car and found Frank waiting for her. Fukuya san opened the door for them and they went into the house. 

Frank gestured for her to follow him, and they went into an office. Carmellita looked around and was shocked at the artwork. There were paintings of naked men on all the walls, and the lamps on the table were statues of naked men as well. There was a large 

statue of two naked men seated in close embrace kissing next to the door. Carmellita had not seen any naked men before, and here were pictures and statues everywhere of nothing else. 

Frank watched her take in the room. He waited a few moments for it all to sink in. "You understand, Carmellita, that one of the conditions of your life here is that you don't discuss what you do here or what you see here with anyone outside of the immediate circle of your fuck buddies and me. We have to be discreet, or the whole show falls down. You do understand the need for discretion. 

"Sure, " she said. " We are only committing 57 different kinds of frauds and maybe a few other felonies. Who needs to brag? I need the money, and I am sure you can make all kinds of problems for my grandfather and me even if you do wind up caught." 

"You are a most intelligent young lady. The fate of the race rests in your capable labia. OK, here is some things you will need. This is your key card. There are places you are not supposed to go in here. This will allow you anywhere you need to be. This is your American express card. Unless you really need something, leave home without it. Here is your ATM card. The pin is the word CANDY, 22639, here is your Visa andyour Mastercard. Anything you buy with it comes out of your $60,000 or your tuition funds. Don't forget that. I understand you don't have a cell phone... but now you do. This one here has a camera and a GPS unit with it. Also instant messaging. You have 200 messages and 450 minutes per month, so don't go crazy. Anything over your allotments of air time and messages comes out of your bonus. We have breakfast at 7:30 and dinner is at 6:15 If you are late, you do without. We only have The Fukuya's as servants, and they have a life. Don't abuse your privileges there. You are not allowed in 

their areas. That is all I have to say right now. I will see you at 6:30." He waved his hand in a shoo shoo gesture and Carmellita followed Fukuya san out of the office. 

Fukuya led her to a wide staircase next to the office. He said "Don't worry about him miss. He just got the news of the inheritance rules himself. He can be quite nice. We have been working for his household for 20 years now. He is very generous and if you don't tell anyone about his fancies, he is very good." 

He led her down a hallway. Every four feet there was another picture, sculpture or painting of nude men, nude men kissing, hugging, embracing... For some reason it gave Carmellita a hot feeling in her stomach, an ache like she was starving and was in a room full of hot meat that she couldn't reach. 

Fukuya opened a door for her " This is your room. Master didn't know your tastes, so he just made an assumption that his tastes would be acceptable. His room looks very much like yours" Over here, " He opened some more doors " is your study. Your books are on the shelves, but we didn't keep your organization, as we couldn't discern your sorting method." 

"I don't have one. I just put them on the shelf until I need them again" 

Fukuya grinned. "We set up your computer on the desk, but we replaced the printer with a laser model. The printer set up disc is next to the monitor. There are two phones in the room, here next to the computer, and next to the bed. If you need anything from us, just dial 1, and it will page my cell phone. I don't answer the phone after 10:00 or before 6:00 however. The phone will ring at 6:30 as your wake up call. It will be my wife asking about the breakfast menu. Master just likes oatmeal, but my wife would appreciate a bit more of something artistic from you. She will also discuss the dinner menu as well. The dinner menu is already set, and it is resting on your computer printer. If you would give us your email, we can email about this as well. But master insists that you wake up at 6:30... Over here is you closet. As you can see, it is a walk in. We brought all your clothes from home, and my wife sorted them out. These drawers here have your underwear. You have shoe racks along here. In this drawer there are towels and you have bathrobes hanging here. The bathroom is in through there. The tub has a Jacuzzi. 

I imagine you must be very tired... so I will leave you here now. We will call you at 6:00 to prepare for dinner. Master would appreciate if you dressed up in a skirt and modest blouse. He will do likewise." 

Carmellita looked around the room. Everywhere there were pinks and lavenders and lace and frills. And pictures and statues of nude men. Her feeling of hunger increased. All this made her very uneasy, so she took the pictures down and stacked them in the closet. After the pictures were down and the statues put away, her feeling of hunger abated a bit. She looked at her new cell phone. It was already 5:00. Where had the day gone? She thought for a minute. Something very important was missing... She sat on the bed, reached for the phone, and dialed 1. "Fukuya san.... I don't remember what happened to my book bag? It is next to the desk on the right side? Ohmygod, so it is. Thank you Fukuya san!" 

No matter what other confusion there was in the world, there was always calculus homework to put things back into perspective. 

Forty minutes later, her work done, Carmellita relaxed in the huge tub and enjoyed the relaxing jets from the Jacuzzi. "What profitith a man who gains the whole world and loses his soul? Not so bad a bargain so far.." 

Dinner was an uncomfortable affair. Just like in the movies, they sat at opposite ends of a great table. Frank made it clear that it would always be thus. Females were just not anything he had any interest in. She was to dine and be quiet, as he ate his salads and 

enjoyed his music. Carmelita knew her estrus cycle. She would be in peak conceiving time for starting the next day. This was going to be a very uncomfortable life, and the sooner she moved on, the better. She would bring someone back here tomorrow. Someone Frank would see as great breeding potential. And she would get this over with. 

The next morning, breakfast was everything she ever dreamed of in a breakfast. Fresh fruit, perfect eggs, juice. It was great. Life as a rich person was something she could get used to. 

On the way to school, Carmellita tried out her new ATM card and took out $500. She was very nervous about this next step. But today was the ideal day, and time was pressing. 

Her candidate was Bill Swift, the running back on the football 

team. He was tall, good looking, and after some struggles he was now a B student. When he had been younger he had been held back twice, so he was 19 and according to rumor, very experienced romantically. He would be pretty much ideal for Frank's purposes. She had no idea how to meet with him and ask, but fate brought him to her second period. He came up to her and asked, "That was some fancy car you came in today!" 

She nodded "Yes. I have moved in with a relative who has a house midtown." She batted her eyes at him like half the girls did on a regular basis "You want a ride in the car too?" 

Bill looked surprised "Sure, what's the catch?" 

She sighed. Bill watched her breasts move up and down. "I need a favor. You need to do something for me that it is absolutely essential, but you have to keep quiet about it. I will pay you $500 to do what I ask, and not say a word to anybody. Ever." 

Bill nodded. 

She said. "I will be picked up this afternoon in front of the school by that car. If you do what I need, I will pay you $500 when you leave, and $25 per week if I don't hear a word about it from anyone for two months. Deal? " 

Bill nodded again. 

Carmellitta sighed again with relief. Bill watched. 

At 3:15 Carmellita met Bill at the front steps. Fukuya san was waiting for her with the door to the car open. Bill looked very nervous. Carmellita told Fukuya san "This is Bill Swift. He is here to help us with our little project. Help me put him at his ease, can 

you?" Then she got in the car. Bill followed. Fukuya drove north. Carmellita asked "Is it ok if Bill has a beer while we drive?" Fukuya nodded and the door to the minibar opened up. There in the bottom shelf were several cans of beer, one each of six different varieties. 




Carmelita Saves the Day



Bill grabbed one at random and popped the top. 

Bill leaned back after having his first draught. "What is the project?" 

Carmellita thought for a moment. "It is kind of difficult to explain. We will tell you when we get there. I think you will like it, but I find it kind of embarrassing." 

Bill nodded again and relaxed with his beer, enjoying the ride northward. He ran his hands on the upholstery and grinned with enjoyment at the comfort of the ride. Carmellita needed some relaxant too. This would be harder than she thought. She grabbed the bottle of Grand Mariner and poured a tall glass of it. "Lean back and think of MIT" she thought as she drank. 

When they got inside the house, Frank was standing in the hallway. He looked at Bill, Bill looked back at him. There was some sort of instant communication between them. Carmellita noticed and was taken aback. 

Frank grabbed Bills hand and gave it a vigorous shake. They looked into each other's eyes briefly, then Frank said "Welcome. Let me give you a brief tour." 

Walking hand in hand, they went into Frank's office with Carmellita following behind. The examined each statue carefully, admired each pictures in silent mutual appreciation. Then they walked to the hallways together and walked up the stairs, admiring each picture along the staircase for a moment together. 

At the top of the stairs there was a statue of two nude men kissing while holding each other's penis. When they got to the statue, Frank pulled Bill close to him and began kissing him, sticking his tongue in Bills mouth. Bill reached toward Frank's zipper and pulled it down and pulled Frank's erect cock out and began to stroke it. They kissed like this for two minutes and then let loose. They didn't notice Carmellata watching them. They just walked on down the hallway toward Carmellita's room, holding hands and looking at the pictures and statues again as they went. Every so often they would kiss again, sometimes tenderly, sometimes pushing the other against the wall and grinding hips together. Carmellita watched them and felt hot and nervous and hungry again. Both their pricks were out of their pants, and she somehow felt she wanted them somehow. Her belly was aching from some weird hunger as she watched them, but they had no eyes for her at all. 

Finally, they reached her room, went inside, sat on the bed and took off each other's shirts between kisses. Then they lay down and hugged and kissed some more. Frank unbuttoned Bills pants, and Bill did the same for Frank as they kissed. They took off each other's pants with their hands and feet, but didn't let go of each other. It was very awkward and they struggled to maintain the kiss.They held each other's cocks and stroked them. The clothes were all around Carmelllita's bed as she watched them. Suddenly, they stopped kissing. Frank began kissing Bill's neck and kissed all the way around, and then kissed down his chest and licked at his pectorals. Then he kissed from the pectorals down the center of Bill's chest and ran his tongue into Bill's belly button. Licking and kissing all the way he leaned over Bill's cock, and Bill leaned over Frank's Each of them leaned over to the other's cock, and began sucking on it. Frank licked Bill's cock slowly and wrapped his mouth around it and sucked down and then came back up and kissed the top, then licked it around and around and around all the way to the base, and then liked up each side of it, then put his mouth around it again and sucked it deep into his moth, it seemed as if he were running it down his throat. Bill also treated Frank's cock as a hot treat, running his tongue along the under side of the shaft, kissing it up and down the shaft and then running it all the way to the back of his throat like a sword sallower. 

Carmellita watched fascinated. She was kind of glad they found each other. She was thinking how huge men's cocks were. She knew the size of her vagina. Her fingers had been in there often enough. She didn't think anything as big as these two had would fit in there without hurting. But she also wanted them in her very badly. 

Suddenly both of them began to shake and shiver and she noticed both of them were swallowing something. Then they let lose of each other and relaxed for a moment, then the climbed back face to face and began kissing each other, and fondling each others cocks again. Frank's cock remained a flaccid, but Bills got rock hard again instantly. Frank put his finger on Bills lips for a moment, but Bill started sucking on the finger. Frank said "You get on top first, OK? Bill nodded his head. Frank turned around and Bill got up behind him and slowly stuck his cock in Frank's ass as Carmellita stood in the doorway and watched, and the both of them faced her with their eyes closed as 

they humped together in unison. At first Bill moved slowly and carefully as Frank's ass received its visitor, but Frank's back door had received many visitors before and soon he was pushing harder and harder as he moved his prick in and out of Frank. Frank moaned with joy as Bill rammed into his ass harder and harder. "Fuck me boy, fuck hard! He said. Bill just went "oh yeah, oh yeah oh yeah' as he pushed and pulled into Frank. As Bill pumped into Frank Franks cock stood up harder and harder. While Frank moved back and forth on his hands and knees on Carmalita's bed, Bill reached around and stroked Frank's cock as he pumped his ass from behind. Bill Suddenly stopped and embraced Franks chest as with his cock in as far as it could go he shuddered with pleasure. Then Bill climbed under Frank and began sucking again at Frank's now rock hard cock.

Carmellita turned away in frustration as they moved on her bed. 

When she stood in the hallway, she noticed a door ajar at the end of the hallway that she didn't know was there before. She opened it up and passed through it too a dark narrow hallway that went crosswise to the one to her room., Off to her right there was another door ajar. There was light rock music playing quietly from it. She pushed the door open, and there was a tall young oriental boy working in the same calculus book she was using. He was tapping his pencil to the beat of the music and looking from his paper to his book as he studied the problem. She looked around the room. It was a normal room... there was a narrow bed against one wall, a large flat screen 

monitor on the desk with a screen saver featuring a guy in red clothes 

with long white hair and doggy ears, two tall bookshelves, one full of 

comic books with strange writing, the other with computer language 

reference books. There was a pipe running from one wall to the other 

with clothes hanging on hangers from it, just like it had been in her 

old room. There was an old dresser with a mirror on top on which was stuck a happy 18th Birthday card. The place made her kind of homesick for the apartment over 

Grandpa's store. 

She must have made a noise, because he suddenly seemed startled at seeing her there. "You aren't supposed to be here" he said. 

"I don't know where else I can be." She said. "I brought my boyfriend home from school, and Frank commandeered him, and the two of them are having sex on my bed." 

"That is Frank, alright. Everything that is good, he gets first. Just don't tell Frank that I am here. He doesn't know. He thinks my parents put me up for adoption." 

"How long have you lived here?" 

"18 years." 

Carmellata looked at him briefly. "He doesn't know you are here after all this time?" 

"Servants are hard to get in this town, especially discreet ones. He stays in his part of the universe, we stay in ours, and all he knows is that his food budget is kind of high, but not outrageously so." 

Carmellita sat on the bed. She felt an aching need for something, but wasn't sure what. She had an anxious need for small chat. "You have a November birthday too?"

"November 12th" he said.

"November 18th " she said. "We Scorpios are the ancients of the public school system."

She sat quietly on the bed. She thought over her friend Marta, who was supposed to be half Chinese. Just like Marta she had dark hair and slightly almond eyes. And Marta had paler skin than she did. There was a tight contraction in her stomach. She felt hungry for something, and it wasn't spaghetti or lasagna, but something else long and hard.

After a long moment she asked "You know why I am here, right?" 

"Sure, you are supposed to make the new great white hope baby." 

"I brought this boy home for that purpose, and he takes him away from me. What kind of deal is that? 

They sat quietly for a few moments. 

"You are doing some homework? She asked" 

"I am having a bit of difficulty with exercise 6-9" 

"Let me see what you got" 

He showed her the book and the paper. 

She looked at it closely for a few moments. Then she crooked 

her finger too him. And had him set next to her on the bed "Come here, look at this." 

He sat down next to her on the bed. She pointed at the paper and said "look here, you forgot this part. You need to be careful about that." 

"Ah, that explains it. I have been struggling with this since yesterday." He took his pencil and erased the error. "So you are 

Carmellita." 

"Yes, I am. And you are.....?" 

"Akirahiro." 

 They sat quietly some more. She looked in his text book. She was desperate for something to say. "You know how to do number 6-8? I am having trouble with it." In reality, she had breezed through it, but she wanted to know if he was for real with the text book or not. 

He said "Sure, that was kind of easy. " He grabbed a fresh piece of paper and walked her through the solution. His method was a bit different than hers, and was even better in a couple ways. They spent several minutes discussing the pros and cons of their own algorithms. Then they fell silent again. She was desperate for something to say. 

"I like your music. Who is that playing now?" 

"Crosby Stills and Nash. This is my mom's favorite. 'I'll light the fire, while you put the flowers in the vase that you bought tooo da a a a ay..'" 

"It is a nice song" 

They were quiet some more 

"They were having sex on MY bed." 

"Ah, that was .." 

"FRUSTRATING! I have been getting ready all day for this, and 

then I have to watch the two of them on MY bed." 

There was silence for a few more moments. 

"Can I help some how?" 

"Kiss me! " 

Akirahioro reached over to Carmellita and began kissing her. She responded the way she saw Frank and Bill kiss, with toungue. Akirahiro responded in kind. She grabbed at his pants. He held her close to him and ran his hands up between her skin and her blouse behind her back. She felt him doing something to her bra, and then felt it loosen as it separated behind her. She felt a strange kind of excitement building up in her as they kissed. She unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and reached inside to the hard rod within and felt his fingers as they worked the way from button to button on her blouse, undoing each one. Finally the top button gave way and he pulled her blouse down from her shoulders, and then her bra. All the while she gently stroked his penis.

Then he began kissing her breasts. She had always felt pride in them. They were large enough that boys always noticed them, but not too big so that they were really uncomfortable. And they were high and perky and stood out, as opposed to drooping like many girls did. 

She loved the way he kissed her breasts, and fondled them while he kissed. She sighed with contentment as he loved them. He began kissing his way down her chest and stomach and ran his hands behind her back. She felt him reaching for the zipper to her skirt behind her. She smiled a moment and leaned forward to help him as he pulled the zipper down. She then reached over and grabbed the hem of his T shirt and pulled it up over his head, then lay back again as he worked her skirt off. She had to lift her but for a moment, and off it came. 

He kept on kissing her stomach and her breasts and ran his hand under her rose patterned panties and began stroking her labia. All the time she felt hotter and hotter. As he kissed, she pulled off his pants them and his underpants. When she got his underwear off, she was surprised by what she saw. 

"You are huge! " she said. "If Frank and Bill saw this, they would be so jealous." 

"Don't tell them" he said. 

"No way... I am keeping this for myself." She stroked it like it was her favorite pet and marveled at the size of it. "This won't hurt, will it?" 

"This is your first time, right? It will hurt a bit at first, then it will be wonderful. At least, that's what it says in all my magazines." 

"I think I'm ready.... Lets take it slow though, ok?" 

He guided his cock to her vagina and stroked it back and forth along her labia. She grew more and more hot each stroke. Finally, she grabbed it from him and put it inside her herself. A rush of pleasure swept down through her from her vagina and flowed all over her body from her ears to her toes. He made gentles sof stokes in and out of her, a little deeper each time. They both felt the resistance of her hymen and paused a moment. He looked her in the eye and said "This will hurt a couple moments, but bear with it, I will be here for you." Then he kissed her mouth and stuck in his tongue and pulled back all the way to the mouth of the vagina, and then rammed all the way in past the obstruction. She wanted to cry out, the pain was incredible, but so was the pleasure. He kept his mouth over hers and his cock deep within her till the pain went away. The he gripped her by the shoulders and began pistoning within her. Each stroke sent more and more waves of pleasure through her body She felt she needed him deeper and deeper. She locked her legs behind his back and began pulling him into her harder and harder with each stroke. 

Suddenly a huge wave of pleasure stronger and more powerful than any that had gone before struck her like a bolt of lightning. She locked 

her arms around his neck pulling him close to her, so that his chest mashed her breast. Slowly the passionate moment flowed away and they relaxed again, and he lifted up her knees and put her feet flat on the bed and he kneeled in to her and stoked her some more. After a few moments of this, he stopped and turned her over and came into her from behind. The pleasure was different, and more again she felt the bolt 

of passion strike her, and then gradually flow away. Behind her she felt him moving faster and faster and finally he rammed into her one 

last time and held on to her. She could feel him ejaculating into 

her, a warm pool of cum pooling in her vagina, little arrows of a new generation now doubt struggling through her cervix, and that set off another lightening bolt of pleasure. 

Momentarily, he climbed off her, and lay beside her. He took hold of her breast and began sucking it again. She just gradually lay down and let him Suck each breast in turn and felt the pleasure from his kisses arouse her more and more. She reached for his cock and felt that it was hard again. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him as he continued to knead her breasts. She grabbed his cock and stroked it along her labia briefly and then pushed his cock into her waiting and anxious vagina and began pumping him from above. She pumped harder and harder and again the wave of pleasure swept over her. Then she turned around and faced his feet and put his cock in again, and repeated the process while he kneaded her ass.. She pumped and stoked and felt a tsunami of pleasure bigger than any before lift her up and rock her from head to toe as she felt his semen pour into her again, and the cock gradually loose its stiffness. She felt the need to suck something herself, and grabbed his big toe, and began sucking that, licking it and caressing 

it as the flaccid member inside her gradually flowed out. 

She turned her head to look at the clock on the wall. It dawned 

on her that it was a quarter to six, and dinner would be soon. She knew she needed a shower before dinner, but there was no shower in this room. Also, all her clothes were in her bedroom. How would she get to her clothes and her shower with Frank and Bill in there? 

"What am I going to do about having a bath and getting dressed? 

I can't go in there looking like this? And I don't want to shower with them right behind the door?" 

"Just put on your dress and your blouse, and you can go right on 

it. I think Frank is done by now, there should be no problem. Lets get dressed and follow me." 

She put on her skirt and blouse and held onto her panties and bra. Akirahio put on a robe and led the way to the hallway. Akirahiro went through the doorway and looked into the open door to her room. He waved her in and she followed him. The room was empty, but smelled strongly of sweat and sex, as had Akirahiro's room when they had left it. He lead her to the bathroom and began running the shower. She took off her skirt and blouse and he took off his robe and they climbed into the shower together. For some reason she felt unembarrassed by their mutual nakedness. Usually she didn't like being naked in front of anybody. But already there was a sort of hominess to their relationship that made taking a shower together as normal as if they had been doing it for year. 

She stood under the shower with Akiriahiro behind her. He soaped her back and kissed her neck and then reached around and soaped her in front as well. She loved the feeling of his soft hands on her breasts and the feeling of the soap as he worked his way down, rubbing her labia with the soap both gently and passionately. 

Gradually he worked down her legs to her feet and she felt a wave of tenderness to him. This was a kind of love making as intense as they had been doing in the bedroom, only somehow more meaningful. He gradually stood up again and pulled her to him. She felt his hard cock behind her, and she bent a little and reached with her and inserted it into herself again. They slowly pumped together under the spray and gradually picked up the pace. As they moved faster she bent over further and further until she was grasping the sides of the tub with her hands and her feet as he pumped her. Suddenly he stopped again, and let his semen in her again. She felt a wave of joy as he did so. She let go of the sides of the shower and sat down in the tub, and he sat behind her in the spray, and they kissed as the water rose around them. 

When they finished, they got out of the tub, turned off the water, and began toweling each other off. She petted his cock a bit, gave it a brief kissand they kissed some more. 

When they came out of the bathroom, she noticed it was 6:20. She gave Akirahio another quick kiss and then began throwing on clothes. 

She got downstairs with just a moment to spare. She met Fukuya san at the dining room door as he brought in the dinner. At the far end of the room she saw Frank and Bill sitting intimately together at the far end of the table from her place. She sat down on 

the soft chair and noticed her labia were kind of tender. She enjoyed her dinner and thought of Akirahio and how he had made her feel today. Well, if he was the one that she made a baby with, it was Frank's fault, not hers she thought. If the child was dark and almond eyed, she could explain it as part of her Sicilian heritage. As she thought about him, she noticed Frank and Bill feeding each other and talking dirty to each 

other as they ate. Then she noticed Frank's dress and Bills lipstick and mascara. Not only did he steal her boyfriend, that was her dress! 

She cleared her throat. "Frank, I don't remember giving you permission to take my dress". 

Frank waved his had and leaned toward her "I am so sorry, I was looking through your closet and I saw this divine thing, and I just had to wear it. I will buy you a new one this weekend, OK dear? 




Carmelita Saves the Day



Carmellita nodded agreement. It was going to be weird living 

here, but it had its compensations. "Bill," she continued, "you can keep the lipstick and mascara if you like them." Bill had the decency to look embarrassed over using her things 

After dinner, Bill came up to her and asked "What was it I was supposed to do today?" 

"I found someone else to do it. I think it worked out better this way. About the $25 per week, I think if I am quiet, and you are quiet, then both of us will fulfill that part of the bargain. Bill thought about what would happen should word of this evening leak out, 

and nodded his head. She turned to Frank "Bill is quite welcome to come again, I take it? 

"Sure, anytime" he said. 

"You can come again tomorrow then, Bill?" she asked. Bill just nodded. "Very good. It will make everyone very happy"

Carmellita watched him out the door and into the car. Then she walked up the stairs. Somehow, she felt she was walking differently. An extra looseness to her step. It felt good. 

When she reached the end of the hall, she noticed the door to the other hallway was ajar. She went in and knocked on Akirahio's door. "Could you please help me set up my printer please?" 

"I'd be glad to" he said 

As inserted the installation disk into the CD drive she saw the cell phone next to her book bag and realized that she hadn't called her grandfather yet. Right now, she was feeling benevolent toward the whole world, and especially to the old reprobate who had brought her to this place. 

Grandpa answerd on the first ring. 

"Hi Sweety, how are you?" 

"I'm really doing very well" 

"Are there any problems?" 

"One can always find things to complain about. He has peculiar taste in art, and he is very bossy, but there are compensations." She stroked Akirahiro's head as she talked and as he finished the install she grabbed his hand and led him to her bed and had him sit.

Compensations indeed!" 

"So you are doing ok?" 

"I think everything will be fine. I actually might begin to like it here" I am sure I will provide him with just the perfect child for his needs" She reached and grabbed his hand and brought it to her lap. "Be healthy grandpa, love you dearly, you old goose. Goodbye." 

She turned off the phone and gave him a kiss. "You have a lot of experience at this? 

"Er, no. This was my first time too. I just read a lot." 

"Well, studying books is all very good." She reached over and kissed him again, and stuck her toungue in his mouth and he responded in kind. They paused a moment as she grabbed the hem of his shirt and began lifting it. "But the proper way of study is consistent application of what you learned." Here she began undoing the buttons to his pants "And if you really want to excel, it is important to practice as much as possible." Here he reached over and pulled her to himself so hard she felt her breasts mush against his chest and kissed her passionately, and they said nothing else as they resumed their studies in human biology and reproduction.



Carmella



This is a sequel to my earlier story, "Party Time". While it can stand on its own, the reader will get some background and perspective by reading that story before this one.

* * * * *

I was in the library on a Sunday afternoon when I saw her. Or heard her, really. 

"Milene? Hey, Milene!" 

I turned at the sound of my name, startled out of deep thought as I searched through the shelves for the book I needed. "Uh... Oh, Carmella. Hi!"

I was surprised and pleased to see Carmella standing there. After my little adventure with her and Amy, we had shared our numbers, and I hoped to hook up with one or both of them again, but I'd heard nothing. Disappointed but not really surprised, after two months I had given up, writing it off as just a one-night stand, though a very memorable and deliciously enjoyable one. Given the lack of contact, I felt a little embarrassed seeing Carmella now, but she seemed perfectly comfortable with the situation.

"So how you been?" she asked pleasantly.

"Good," I said, "Real good. Pretty busy, really. My classes are killing me this semester." 

"Yeah, same here," she replied. "I just haven't had time to do anything fun!" I wondered at her real meaning. Was she trying to apologize for not calling me, or hinting at possibilities, or just making conversation?

"And Amy?" I inquired.

"Oh, she's good. Got a new boyfriend, so she's gone a lot. Oh, and we got a new place. Amy's parents got us this great apartment and bought a bunch of furniture and everything. That girl is so spoiled! But I'll take it, you know?"

Carmella went on for a while about Amy and the apartment and other things. I was only half paying attention while I checked her out. She looked as good as ever, trim but curvy, full breasts standing out on her chest, her hips just the right width, womanly but not really voluptuous. I couldn't see her butt from this angle, but I remembered it well and I knew it looked just perfect in the tight jeans she was wearing. Her hair was similar to the last time I saw her, a little longer but still the dark spiky look that was very attractive on her.

Finally she paused and I broke in cautiously, asking "And how about you? You seeing anyone?" I hoped I wasn't being obvious, but I had to ask. Maybe that's why I hadn't heard from either of them.

"Oh," she said, waving her hand dismissively, "I've been out with a few guys, but nobody special. You know I broke up with my boyfriend a couple months ago." Actually, I didn't know that. I wondered if that was before or after our little encounter. My mind was working now, thinking there might be a chance here. "Hey," I said, hesitantly, "maybe we could ... uh ... get together and ... uh ... do something some time." Oh my god, that didn't seem subtle at all! I felt so nervous now.

The implication was not lost with Carmella. "Do something??" Her face lit up with an amused smile. "Do something, huh? Yeah, yeah, maybe so." Her grin got even bigger, more mischievous. "Like maybe a movie, huh?" Her sarcasm was palpable. "Or have something to eat???" Her emphasis on that word - "eat" - was just filled with double meaning.

Oh god, was I that obvious? I knew I was blushing. I stammered a response. "Well, ... yeah... uh ... that'd be good."

Carmella laughed lightly and the tension broke. "Yeah, we should do that," she said, "but we can probably skip the movie part, right?" Her tone was sly, her meaning clear. Relieved and excited, I agree, smiling warmly. "Yeah, definitely." 

"Hey look, I gotta go," she said. "You've got my number, right? Call me and we'll hook up. Amy's out of town with her boyfriend next weekend, so that might be good. We'll have the place to ourselves." 

We both knew what she was implying. I was thrilled, thrilled that she was available and thrilled at the thought of what I might be doing with her. I agreed to call her and was on my way.

...

Two days later, I called Carmella. To my relief, she was still interested, and we picked up exactly where we left off. Neither of us had much time to talk, so I quickly got to the point, confirming that we'd get together that Saturday, at her place. For some reason, I kept up a little pretense, suggesting that we get something to eat or rent a movie, but Carmella cut right through that: "Milene, we both know what this is about. Let's forget about everything else and just focus on the fun part."

Wow, she really cuts to the chase, I thought, but that was okay. I wanted the same thing. "That's cool," I said. "I just didn't want to assume something I shouldn't. But if you want it like the last time, I'm definitely up for that."

"Yeah," she said, her voice almost a whisper into the phone, "that's what I was hoping for. I haven't gotten any in a couple weeks, and I haven't been with a girl since you. ... I really need a good time."

Jesus, hearing those words, in Carmella's sexy voice, just creamed me. I paused for a second, gathering myself, then replied, "Oh honey, I'm so glad to hear you say that. I've been thinking about you non-stop since the other day." I heard a low "Mmmmm" on the other end and then I continued, "There's just one thing," I said. "I'm sorry you haven't been 'getting any', but promise me you won't until we get together. I want this to be really special."

I heard a little giggle on the other end and then Carmella responded, "Okay, I guess I can handle that. I don't have anything lined up anyway. Just 'Jill'".

I understood her meaning, but that wasn't going to do. "No, sweetie, I mean no sex at all, not even by yourself. I want you to really appreciate it when we get together."

"Damn, girl, you're a tough one! ... Okay. I'll try!"

"Do more than try, Carmella. I really want it to be this way. And believe me, it'll be worth the wait!" 

Carmella giggled again and agreed, and then we set a date for 7:00 the following Saturday. I knew I'd be thinking about it every moment until then.

...

Luckily, I was very busy over those few days, so the time went faster then expected. Now it's finally Saturday, and I am on my way to Carmella and Amy's new place. The apartment is in a large, upscale complex with several swimming pools and a guarded gate where I have to give Carmella's name to pass. I wander through the complex, following the directions she gave me, until I reach the right building. Walking quickly up the stairs, I find Carmella's apartment and knock lightly, my already heart pounding as I listen for activity behind the door. I hear footsteps approach, then the deadbolt moves, the knob turns, and suddenly Carmella is before me. 

I 'm surprised by her dress, or should I say lack thereof. She is wearing a casual pink nightshirt, essentially a long tee, that shows off all the lovely curves of her body. It's clear that she's wearing nothing beneath it, except maybe some panties. Her chest is emblazoned with a single word - "Juicy" - that gives me another thrill. I think back to our previous encounter and how appropriate that word is for Carmella. 

"Well, you're certainly ready," I say with a smirk. 

Carmella laughs a little and responds, "Well, I took a long, hot bath, so I'm feeling great - all clean and relaxed. Then I was going to get dressed, but I figured, Why bother?" She looks at me hotly and purrs, "I knew I'd be naked again before long anyway." She follows this with a big, flirty smile. "Was I right?"

Hearing those words from her sends another tingle of excitement through me. Damn, this girl can turn me on so easily, just with words. "Uh huh," I replied. "Don't get me wrong - I'm not complaining. You look great. I was just a little surprised. ... Looks like you've got a head start on me." 

"Naw," she replies. "I've just been sitting here, drinking, getting comfy. I think I'm a little tipsy already. You like rum and coke?"

"Sure," I say. I'm actually ready to just get down to it, but a drink or two might enhance the whole event.

Carmella goes to the kitchen area and comes back with one for each of us. She drops into a large, overstuffed chair, leaning back luxuriously, while I sit on the sofa opposite her. We chat for a while, her telling me about the new apartment, how Amy's parents found it and furnished it completely for their "princess" and her roommate. She asks if I've had any "adventures" recently, and I say "a few", but provide no details, other than "none as good as the time with you and Amy." 

As we talk, I admire Carmella's beauty, her sexiness. The thin cotton of her nightshirt does nothing to hide her ample charms - the easy swell of her hips, the soft mounds on her chest, the little peaks in front confirming that her nipples are bare beneath the light fabric. The tee was almost to her knees when she was standing, but seated now, it rides up delightfully, exposing the smooth expanse of her thighs, high up, constantly drawing my eyes to the space between them. Having worked myself up in anticipation, I am dying to just drop to me knees and go down on her, but I keep my cool, sipping my drink and just taking in the sight of her as we talk.

After about twenty minutes, I decide to get things moving. "Want another drink?" I ask. She does, so I go to the kitchen to mix another strong rum and coke for each of us. As I return to the living room, I come up behind her chair, passing her drink over her shoulder, then taking the opportunity to lean in and place a soft kiss on her cheek. Seeing her smile in response, I move my lips back to her cheek and let my hands wander lightly over the bare skin of her arms. A broader smile and quiet sigh tell me to keep going, so I move down to nuzzle into her neck as my hands continue to roam. Carmella sighs more urgently now, her mounting desire betrayed by a long, irregular "Mmmmm" that becomes even more urgent as my hands move in to gently caress her lovely breasts.

Now it's my turn to sigh, as I finally get to touch those delightful mounds of flesh. I confirm that she's wearing only panties beneath the nightshirt, and through the light fabric of her top, I can feel her large nipples, already firm and erect against the palms of my hands. I tickle them lightly with my fingers, then move down to run my hands over her stomach and hips, while my tongue works subtly in her left ear, producing a little squeak of surprise and a sweet shiver.

"You like that?" I ask coyly. 

"Uh huh," she mutters, almost inaudibly. She seems in a dreamy state now, clearly not interested in talking. Her hips begin to move in a slow, sexy rhythm, in anticipation of the next steps.

Still, I press forward: "You horny?" 

Carmella's response is good-natured but pointed "Well, hell yes, I'm horny. You bitch, you made me promise to abstain for over a week!" We both laughed quietly, but I'm happy to hear that she has kept her word. I hope it will make her more responsive, more wanton. "Don't worry, sweetheart," I whisper, my hands moving back to her lovely breasts. "This is going to be worth the wait. I'm going to do you better than you've ever had, over and over and over."

"Mmmmmmm. Yeah, yeah, promises, promises," she says quietly, drawing out our coquettish play. "Talk's cheap. I need some action." She has a big smile on her face as she teases me.

But this is more than just idle chatter. Our banter is driving us both higher up the arousal scale, teasing each other with hints of the pleasures to come. I keep at it, ratcheting it up just a bit more. "Come on, Carmella," I whisper in my most seductive tone. "You remember the last time, don't you? You remember how I made you come? And come ... and come? And this time, it's just the two of us. It's all about you tonight, sweetheart - pure, total pleasure, all yours. I promise, I'll do you and do you until you make me stop." With that, my tongue swirls lewdly into her ear as I give a subtle squeeze to both of her breasts, causing her to shiver and groan again. At the same time, her thighs clench together and I know she is getting excited.

Clearly ready for more, Carmella sets down her drink and pulls me around to the front of her chair, where we share a soft, satisfying kiss. I support myself on the back of the chair, not letting myself fully embrace her yet, as our mouths move sensuously together, opening now to allow our tongues to meet and roll wetly over one another. We're both quietly moaning as our passions rise. I 'm at a fever pitch myself as I recall first hand what a wonderful kisser this girl is, her lips so soft and gentle, her tongue slow and insistent, exploring me with skill and confidence that has me quickly losing control.

Finally, I break the kiss, looking Carmella straight in the eyes as I confess, "Oh god, you make me so wet. ... I want you so bad!"

Carmella's response is cute and sexy. With a smug grin at my admitted obsession, she calmly stretches her arms and legs wide and exclaims, "Well, here I am ... all yours!" We both laugh at her cockiness, but it turns me on even more, this clear direction of where this night is headed - me pleasing this beautiful, sexy girl and thoroughly enjoying her incredible body. I knew that Carmella loved sex, and it thrills me that I am going to give her so much throughout the night.

Seeing lovely Carmella lying there, open and ready, I just can't hold back. I practically pounce on her, our chests forced against each other, my body lodged between the open vee of her legs. We make out for several more minutes, her face in my hands, my fingers running affectionately through the strands of her short black hair. Her hands are busy, too, now moving firmly up and down my back, occasionally stopping to cup and squeeze my butt cheeks until I can feel the juices flowing between my legs. Still I keep it slow, doing my best to maintain a steady, unhurried pace, despite my growing desire for her. I want this to be a long, luxurious session of tender lovemaking, not the frenetic, down and dirty sex that I'd had the last with her and Amy. Oh, there will still be passion, hopefully even more intense than the last time, but it will be drawn out, stretching slowly from soft, delicate kisses (in all the right places) to wild peaks of abandon, then down and up again over a long series of mind-blowing orgasms. I spent two weeks anticipating this, and I am determined that it will live up to my dreams.

Finally, however, I can wait no longer. My hands grab for the hem of her nightshirt as I beg her to take it off. Carmella is now as eager as I, and quickly the shirt is up and over her head, finally exposing her full, luscious orbs. My reaction is, I'm sure, classic. For several seconds, I just stare, taking in the delicious sight before me: two large, perfect pillows (34C, Carmella told me at some point) topped by large erect nipples, the dark areoles at least an inch and a half across, dotted with little goose bumps of excitement. At that moment, I think that I could suck on them forever. 

"Oh yeah, I remember this," she teases. "You like these, don't you?" As she speaks, her thumbs play with both her nipples, rolling in circles over the little peaks, exciting both herself and me. Then she offers, in that deep throaty whisper that makes me crazy, "You can suck all you want. ... I'd like that," adding a big, satisfied grin as she uses her left hand to raise one of her prizes for my enjoyment. With her right hand, she finds her rum and coke and takes a long drink, then jiggles it delicately in her hand. Lying there like that, she looks content and smug and oh so desirable. I absolutely cannot resist.

Plopping down on her again, my mouth finds hers, our lips tracing lightly over each other, just briefly, before I start my move downward. I nuzzle back into neck, under her chin, my tongue working soft, wet circles against her skin, punctuated by an occasional love nip with my teeth. I hear her soft "Mmmmm" and also feel it vibrate against my mouth before I continue downward, my tongue following the delicate ridge of her clavicle inward to the center of her chest. My hands are back on her boobs now, for the first time feeling their naked warmth. My palms graze over the silky texture of her breast flesh while my fingers stroke lightly on the bumpy tissue surrounding her nipples. I keep at that for a little while, drawing out the experience, pleasing and teasing at the same time.

Finally, I inch lower, until my mouth is directly over the erect temptation of her left nipple. Tenderly grasping her soft pillow with both hands, I take that luscious dark treat into my mouth, unable to hold back an obvious groan as I sucked on that little morsel of flesh for the first time. I alternate sucking and licking, running my tongue lovingly around the edges, tickling the nipple back and forth, then eagerly sucking as much as I could into my mouth. As I do so, I look up to see Carmella, head back, eyes almost closed, relaxed and utterly content as I suck her. As I had hoped, she is becoming completely lost in the sensation, totally into the experience, aware only of the pleasure I is providing her. I suck some more, until the tip stood out harder then ever, shiny and wet with my saliva. Then I move toward her other treasure, pausing first to ask, "Is it good? ... Are you enjoying this?" 

"Uh huh," she replies under her breath, barely audible. " Unhhhh . ... Now do the other one." Her breathing is shallow and unsteady now as her arousal continues to grow.

I move to her other breast, lovingly holding it in my hands and giving it the same treatment I have just given the left one, savoring the feeling of it in my mouth, the contrast of the soft, creamy tit with the hard little button at it's center. Soon I let my one hand wander, traveling down along the round curve of Carmella's hip, over the smooth expanse of her slightly parted thighs, and up to the hot vee between her legs. My fingertips brush lightly over the silky crotch of her panties The abundant moisture is already evident, and Carmella utters a little cry when she feels me there. I continue that way for some time, just barely touching her, subtly stimulating her without any real contact, as she trembles with need and frustration. I slip my hand into the top of her panties and keep up the teasing, using my open palm on her soft mound, though I'm dying to just dig my finger into the depths of her quivering pussy. I can feel her wetness on my hand now and I am teasing myself as much as her.

Unable to wait any longer, I let go of her nipple and slip down between her legs. Looking up at Carmella, I can tell she is intensely aroused now, almost over stimulated by what I've done so far. Her eyes are barely open and her lower lip quivers with desire. The sight of her is exquisite. 

Still drawing things out, my hands stroke her upper thighs as I kneel between her legs, and I tell her what I'm sure she already knows. "I'm going to eat you pussy now, sweetheart. Are you ready? Can I eat you now?" I just want to say it, and to see her reaction.

Carmella's response is nothing but a long, heartfelt sigh, as if she's been waiting to hear those words for way too long. She moves with both hands to push her panties off her hips, and I happily pull them down the rest of the way. Carmella scoots her hips down a bit to the edge of the chair, then drapes her legs over the wide arms of the easy chair. With a big smile, she breathes just two quiet words before relaxing completely into the comfy chair: "Eat me."

Now, barely a foot in front of me, is the magnificent spectacle of Carmella incredible cunt. My god, I forgot just how delicious she looks down there. Her engorged, vermillion petals shine with a deep coating of slippery juice and are framed by the exquisite beauty of her long, shapely legs, spread so wonderfully now on the wide arms of the easy chair. She is so ready, so wet now. I can already see a stream of cunt cream dripping down between her butt cheeks, settling in the perfect brown ring of her anus. Above, her chest is heaving with her growing arousal, accenting the beauty of her full breasts as they rise and fall. Her arms are above her head, her fingers working lazily through her hair as she enjoys the sensations of sex.




Carmella, a Lucky Find



I was walking round the corner of the busy street when I saw the bounce of some hefty tits on a tidy looking Asian MILF. They weren't on display but were hefting around inside a snugly fitting t-shirt. We locked eyes briefly and it was clear she knew what was on my mind. As she passed me I tapped the button on my watch to stop time and turned around to double check my first impression. 

I wasn't disappointed. I was guessing she was maybe early forties, looking good for it, with that slightly tarty make-up that Filipino's and Thai's prefer - red lips, heavy blue eyeshadow. Her black hair was up in a bun and she was sporting some porn hoop earrings. Nice figure as well - big ass to match those fantastic tits, still having curves in the right places. A bit of a belly but nothing that was out of place. I cupped one of her tits in my hand and gave it a bounce. The soft, yet heavy bounce of her breast was just perfect. I decided to wake her up and take advantage of this lucky find.

I tapped her on the shoulder to wake her. Like most people I woke up, she looked around bemused for a second at the rest of the world frozen in mid-motion, then looked at me blankly waiting for instructions. 

"Hi." I said.

"Oh, Hi. I'm Carmella." She said, with a lilting Filipino accent. She looked at me, waiting for prompting to continue.

"I couldn't help but notice your fantastic tits." I said. "I want to watch them bounce and sway as you suck my cock... then cum all over them." She looked a little shocked.

"Right here? Now?" She asked.

"No." I replied. "We'll get somewhere more comfortable. I want to walk with you and watch your tits bounce for a while first." 

I reached out and ran my hand over the curve of her tit, then gave it a gentle squeeze. "These are great." At that, she smiled.

"They've always attracted the boys." she winked at me, knowingly. 

We started walking side by side and I watched her tits jiggle and bounce under her top as we weaved in and out of all the people on the street, statues frozen in time. I could feel my cock starting to firm up just at the sight of her breasts' gentle motion. 

"Wait here." I said, and walked half the street length ahead. I then gestured at her to come towards me. She walked confidently towards me, deliberately putting a bounce in her step. Her tits wobbled and shook and I watched mesmerised as she came towards me. 

When she was in front of me my cock was starting to push uncomfortably against my trousers. I reached into my pants and got my cock straight, then I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my groin. 

"You like my tits a lot, huh?" She said.

"I love them." I said, and reached forward and pulled her top over her head. Her huge tits were constrained by a undecorated cream bra. A few stretch marks gave away her age but were only to be expected on a pair this size. Her dark olive skin gave her cleavage a bit of extra depth and I briefly imagined my cock between her large breasts. "Lets walk again." 

Without the t-shirt in the way, the full wobble of her tits was on view. I could barely take my eyes off the spectacle of the olive flesh jiggling like jelly on a plate. My cock was straining against my trousers now. We were still crossing the park but the time had come. 

"Stop." I ordered. "Bra off and on your knees." She did as she was told and unhooked her bra. Her heavy tits dropped downwards, and revealed lovely deep brown nipples that pointed slightly downwards. She got to her knees and looked up at me expectantly. 

I paused briefly to enjoy the sight of her wide brown eyes looking up at me with her lips slightly parted, and past that the wide gap between her fat tits backdropped by her jeans as she knelt. I took out my cock and waved it in front of her face. 

"Suck me." I demanded, and she got to work. Her experience and skill quickly showed. Her hands wrapped around my balls as her head bobbed back and forth, making her tits bounce around and off each other. Occasionally she would pull back and stare up into my eyes as her tongue lapped and licked at the head of my cock, before she got back down to work. 

I took a moment to lean forward and lift up a tit with my free hand. The weight of her soft, heavy breast felt great and I squeezed and groped before dropping it and standing up again.

She was busy bobbing away so I grabbed the back of her head and forced her head forward to swallow more of my cock. Trying to deepthroat my fat cock was beyond her though, and she gagged slightly and pushed back, drool running over her lips and into her cleavage.

"Your cock is too big for me.' She said, looking up at me with pleading eyes. I gripped her wet chin firmly. 

"I didn't tell you to stop." I growled, and she got back to work. Periodically I grabbed her hair and forced her forward a little, just to make her gag and drool, but mostly left to her work. I watched her tits bounce around madly as she upped the pace. Occasionally they would make a smacking wet sound as they clapped together. 

"I want it." She said. "I want your cum on me." With that she started working my balls more firmly and one hand began pumping on my shaft firmly and fast. The lust had taken root in her and I wasn't going to be able to deny her. My orgasm was rising fast and it was time to cum.

When it came, I didn't warn her, I just filled her mouth with a couple of firm, powerful squirts. She spluttered, opening her mouth and cum drooled out over her chin and splashed into her cleavage and across her tits. Dark patches appeared on her jeans where the first cum splashes wetted the material. A slick of cum slid down her breast, leaving a shiny trail. 

I pushed her away and stood back so I could finish off by wanking over her tits. I was in a filthy mood. I liberally sprayed her fat tits with jet after jet of semen. Rope after rope of cum splattered across her heaving chest, criss-crossing until there was no area of skin uncovered and her whole bosom was shining wet and slick with jism. She just stared in shock and awe 

at the seemingly endless deliveries of cum I was making. When I slowed my strokes as my orgasm ended and my balls were drained, Carmella was coated in jizz and her lap was just a pool of cum that was staining her jeans dark. Cum was dripping off her chin, her tits, it was splashed in her hair - I'd made a mess. 

"On your back." I told her, and she duly did as she was told. I straddled her and wrapped her slippery tits around my shaft and pumped away a few times for the hell of it. The feeling set off a few quick extra spurts of cum that roped across her face. 

I stood up and looked down at her gasping in shock and watching her bosom heave as she did so. I shook the last of the cum out of my cock over her jizz coated form. Cum was sliding off her body in thick globs. My work was done. Before I reset reality I took her cum soaked form in one last time.

"Fun playing with you, Carmella." I said, and hit the reset switch on the watch.



Carmella Decesare



"It's only for a couple days, maybe a week if we can all get along. My grandparents are afraid of dying soon so they want to get everyone together." 

"Oh," Brad nodded, tossing the baseball back to Tommy on the mound, "Your family doesn't get along?" 

"Nah," Tommy found a grip on the ball, his index and middle finger holding fast across the seams while his pinky and ring finger curled up out of the way. "My mother's side is far too dysfunctional. Three daughters and seven marriages...you do the math." 

But before Brad could do the math, Tommy was into his windup and stride, his gun of an arm launching the five ounce piece of hide in a blur of kinetic energy. Brad didn't even have time to gulp as the ball rocketed in at him, aimed dead red at his unprotected chest. In his squat he squared himself away and prepared for the inevitable slice to the left he knew the ball had to take. It was the pitch Tommy had chosen, he could tell by the subtle tip of the elbow and the blinding spin of the balls red laced seems. 

And just like that, within the time it took to position his glove, the ball hit home with a hard thud. 

"Seven marriages, really?" Brad grinned, tossing the ball in an easy arc back to his friend, "That is a fucked up family." 

"Yeah," Tommy shrugged, taking a gulp from the Gatorade bottle beside the rubber. It was sweltering out, even for late august, and on the diamond, without a stand of shade or the rustle of a breeze, Tommy Perezzi was sweating in the most uncomfortable places. The band of his cap was slick with sweat, so was the arm band he had slipped over his powerful forearm. 

"You're not giving up are you?" Brad smiled from behind the plate, his bright smile so painfully visible in relationship to his dark skin. Especially with the sun at it's fiercest apex. 

Tommy responded with another slider, though this one slipped to far off the plate and would have passed as a ball. He bit his lip and waited for the throw back. The two had been out here for just under two hours, tossing the ball and talking just as they had done for years. Tommy on the mound and Brad behind the plate. Tradition. That was how baseball was played. 

They had though to avoid the day's heat by starting early in the day, but by eleven o'clock it was already climbing past twenty eight degrees. 

"At least the reunions at a lake," Tommy said, "I don't like this fucking heat." 

"I love it," Brad said, "A good sweat is the best thing for you the day before a game." 

"If you love the heat so much, why aren't you wearing your gear?" 

"What, you think your pitches will hurt me?" Brad taunted, "Our relief pitchers have more punch than you." 

"Fuck off," Tommy said as he speared the next pitch uncomfortably close to Brad's knees. Brad's coordination was too great however and he snatched the bone crushing object well ahead of his crouch.

He tossed the ball back and called for another. This went on for minutes, until both the athletes bottles were empty of hydration Brads knees were stiffened up. 

"Last one," Tommy grunted, "If you miss this pitch you're buying the beers tonight." 

"Fine, but if you go wild you have to take me with you on your vacation. I want to meet your hot cousins." 

"Whatever," Tommy rolled his eyes, knowing full well none of his cousins were the slightest lookers. He took his stance and his grip in deep pocket of his mitt, feeling the seams with his nails to find his hold as he gave Brad his feared stare down. 

Whenever at the mound Tommy envisioned two things: firstly, his ball always hitting the catchers mitt just before the batters swing, and secondly, those cheesy Mexican standoffs in every western movie ever.

It was in this zone that Tommy forgot about the box scores, the errors, the runs, everything. All the chaos of the game shoved aside like the dirt of a grave under a diggers shovel. It didn't matter if he was in the hole or ahead of the count; all that mattered was the next pitch. And then he was in motion, his long leg curling up, his toe pointed at where the shortstop would have been crouching, his torso twisted up, ready to flex into a powerhouse of strength, the ball held firmly, but loosely away from his palm. 

His great stride was deceptive, a trick he put into this particular pitch to con the batter into guessing fastball, the thrust of his thighs only another layer of the deception. The ball came out of his grip high and slow, on a slow spin that changed as the seams caught the wind. The ball was down suddenly and off to the left, than the right, the swoops and dives completely under the butterfly effect. Then it was on the ground behind Brad, having sailed just over his shoulder as such a deceptive arc would allow. The game was over and Tommy had won, even though that pitch would have stuck the batter on the elbow.

"Fucker," Brad cursed, "Where did that come from?"

"If you weren't so short you would have caught that," Tommy smile, unfastening his glove and trotting to the plate, "And you should have known that if I see an opening to get what I want, I'm going to take it." 

Brad laughed, "You dirty kid; do you ever play fair?" 

"When the ump is watching, sure," Tommy grinned while he stuffed his mitt into his bat bag, "but when nobody is looking..." he let out a whistling breath, "You wouldn't believe what I get away with."

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"So when are you going to follow me down to Fairfax?"

No response. "Tommy!" She yelled again. 

Putting down the half made sandwich she walked to the den where Tommy was sitting in the lounger, a bag of ice taped around right arm. "Jesus Tommy, put a towel around that, it's going to leak over the leather. 

"What?" Tommy's head snapped away from the television screen to his mother's worried face. He followed her glare to his arm and nodded. 

"Now," his mother said, "Are you coming down tonight with me, or in the morning?" 

"In the morning, I have to meet the team at the Den to wish them luck for tomorrow." 

Arlene, for all her college education and educational degrees, could not figure out why her son always wanted to hang out with that baseball team of his. It was not as if he played with them anymore, it had been a clause in his scholarship draft. 

"I know," Tommy admitted, seeing his mothers' expression, "I just want to look after my roots, plus no one else on your side of the family even likes me." 

"They would like you if you showed your face more." Arlene said, "It's not like were spread all over the country, if you wanted to you could visit everyone in the family in a couple of weekends." 

"I know," Tommy grunted, realizing he had iced his arm for to long, "they are just a bunch of slags though."

"Not everyone," his mother said sternly. "So come to the lake tomorrow and be nice. Timothy and John already said they would share a cabin with you." 

"Fine." 

"Did your father give you gas money this week?" 

"Yesterday," Tommy nodded. "Before his took off for L.A. with Tammy." 

Arlene still shuttered when she heard that strumpets name. A year ago, when the divorce was just finalizing that name was a curse word. 

Now however it was just a fishing lure, its barbed needles dragging up unwanted memories. 

"Don't spend it all on booze." Arlene warned sternly, "And make sure you give your grandparents a hug when you arrive. They're going to die soon."

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The drive out of Sacramento was smooth, despite the tendrils of a hangover that still reluctantly clutched at Tommy's skull. It was a good three hour drive to the Fairfax lake town and had the potential to be lonely. An hour into the trip Tommy stopped for gas and grabbed the biggest travel mug he could find from the shelf. The plastic cup was bright pink and had some lame local slogan on it, but it was the only one that would serve his hangover cure. He filled the monstrous cup half full from the slurpee machine and then, with a lazy eye half watching the store keep, wandered down the candy isle and dumped handful after handful of candies into the cup. He toped up the cup with the machine again and went to pay.

"Dollar fifty," the man behind the glass counter drawled.

"Hell of a deal," Tommy smiled, forking over the change. He noticed a map stand next to the register, "One of those too." 

"Going exploring?"

"I might need someplace to escape to," Tommy nodded, "I never liked family reunions." 

"Going to Fairfax?" The clerk asked, finishing up the bill.

"Yeah, know any good bars in the town?" 

"A couple good ones are on the map, other than that the only good drinking spots are the local ones." 

Tommy nodded. He knew the real parties wouldn't be on the map, despite what the tourism board would like to have him believe. He would have to scout around for a local girl to take him out to a lagoon or beach party.

"Thanks."

He had to pay the toll booth to get a weekend pass, which pissed him off. He had misplaced his reservation while packing. Whatever, he though with a grimace, just another bump on the road of life.

Despite his dislike for family and a poor attitude about communal gatherings (other than that of a baseball game) he liked Fairfax. It was a little town that was actually three smaller communities linked around a pristinely artistic lake. There were no real homes here, in the sense of suburbs, but rather a collection of beach houses, bungalows and summer cottages. He had never seen a school in his many trips up, but he supposed there must have been a couple tucked away into the forested side of the town.

It was a quaint town, well maintained with tourist money. The shops were cozy and personal, unlike the strip malls and shopping centers of greater California. Where there wasn't rolling grass parks and starkly black asphalt roads there was sand, white as sun bleached bones and fine as diamond dust. The lake itself was large and gorgeous, shaped (from and aerial view, for the volume of the lake was too large to fathom from the beach) like an eye, with a clear view from one point to the other. 

The water clear was crystal and tinted with topaz, then sapphire, the further from the shore one went. Each small breeze set into motion the water witch captured the sun and sparkled it out like a herald of light and broken glass. It hurt just to look at the brilliance of it. A beach such as this truly deserved palm trees as its ever-present companions, but here in giant red woods and oak trees, centuries old (yes millennia younger than the lake) stood neatly manicured by time and nature. The lake and the trees had been the subject of many artists lenses and canvasses, found everywhere from cheep gift shops to high rise galleries.

For Tommy, who had always appreciated screaming objects of beauty, couldn't help but laugh. God must be a smug bastard to show off like this. 

It took more than a few minutes to navigate his Ranger down to Crystal Ridge, the location of the complex his grandparents had rented out for the week. Every few meters he was forced to stop for a pedestrian crossing. He hoped Crystal ridge was a bit more excluded than the main drag. 

"Good," Tommy's mom was beside his truck almost as fast as he pulled in, she held open the door while he stepped out, "What took you so long?" 

"I had to stop and stretch my legs," Tommy lied, taking his duffle sack out of the box.

Arlene, fully Irish, was already starting to burn. She didn't share the same skin complexion Tommy had received from his Italian father.

"Well, at least you're not the last one here. We are still waiting to see Denise; she hasn't made it down from L.A yet." 

"Where's my cabin?" Tommy asked, disinterested in the affairs of his mothers sisters.

"Go find Johnny and Tim, then go see grandma and grandpa."

Sand made its way annoyingly into the cracks of his toes as he took a walk around the grounds to find his two closest cousins. Closest being a relative term, occasionally, during high school Johnny and Tim's school would face off against Tommy's in a sporting event. His lack of interest in the two was not born out of personality differences, both were fairly laid back guys, but instead out of apathy. 

"Hey," he nodded as he found the two brothers sun bathing on the porch of the wood paneled cabin. By measure of empty bottles at their sides Tommy figured they had been lounging there for quite a while. 

Tim barley opened an eyelid in recognition. "You get the bottom bunk to the left."

Tommy shrugged inadvertently and found his bunk. There were for beds in the room, a pair vertically installed on each side of the room with a single handing bulb in the middle and a small counter with a polished sink. 

The place wasn't so terrible.

"Hey," Tommy shouted out the door-less doorjamb when he noticed three sets of bed gear already set up, "Who's got the other bed?"

"Marcus." Tim said. Tommy noticeably cringed at the mention of that name. Even since he could remember Marcus O'Tool had been a terror of a human being, a wannabe rebel (the kind that conforms to a subculture to express his hatred of normal culture...fucking hypocrite) with more opinions than Tommy threw strikes in a season.

"Yeah," Johnny laughed, almost hearing Tommy's annoyance. "Our mother failed to mention that to us too."

"Come grab some rays, your not all Irish so they won't be wasted on you." 

"Thanks but I got to make by rounds," Tommy muttered sarcastically, "My moms afraid the 'rent are going to croak before dinner and I have to put in some face time for my inheritance." 

"You'll find us here, man," Johnny said, "Were going into town tonight to find some action."

"Right," Tommy said as he walked off, not looking like refried hotdogs you won't.

It was cool in the communal hall, which was welcome, despite the sloppy wet kisses from the female relatives and the enthusiastic, yet invasive bicep grope by the male ones. Tommy smiled through it all though, not the least bit amazed at how selfish he had become with his time, and made it out unscathed in any major ways just as Denise was walking it.

She didn't recognize him and walked right past in a blur of purses and handbags. Tommy raised his eyebrows in surprise; obviously his mother hadn't given her any family pictures with him in it.

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The sun set slowly on Fairfax Lake, like sun warmed honey rolling down the side of a jar. The colors were spectacular and shifting, champagne flavored skies were hot and sweet with a landward breeze that watched the sky shift from orange hues to brilliant burnt oranges and yellows. Tommy watched it by himself a half mile down the private beach designated to Crystal Ridge. He rested back into the plush wells of the sand and forced himself not to close his eyes as long as the sun still shone. 

He knew in the back of his mind this was where he should be, he knew his grandparents to be asleep, and the hot day really did them in. His mother was occupied with her sisters, not over a game of monopoly like some families might do, but instead on one of the most in-depth and incredibly nauseating gossip conventions know to the planet. Ex husbands, stories of friends and their lovers, secrets that they had sworn to keep...but what would it hurt to tell? 

Tommy was only faintly aware of padding footsteps that were coming up to him, and by the time he turned his head to look a woman was already beside him. The sudden movement of his neck sent the woman into startled recoil, her hand clasped to the cotton folds of her sundress. Her startled gasp was thundering compared to the relative silence of the lapping waves,

"God, I though you were passed out."

"No," Tommy sat up and pulled his t-shirt back on, "just enjoying the show." He nodded out at the vast expanse of the lake, which by now was fading from its radiant mango glow.

"Oh." The woman's hands let go of their clutched fabric and she crossed their slender selves across her chest. "I wonder how it turns all those colors." 

"I don't know." Tommy shrugged. "They don't cover those important things in school." 

"I guess." The woman smiled delicately, almost timidly. 

Tommy didn't say much in the following minutes, but the woman didn't move away, just stood their, stoically, her long neck developing deep shadows in the twisted cords next to the hollow of her throat. Here, in this light Tommy was captivated by this woman...almost sickly so. She stood bare footed in a confident stance that betrayed to him nothing short of confidence, her youthful, cavernous eyes in an expression of delicate wonder, which would eventually turn to disappointment as the sun sank fully over the horizon. She wasn't tall, but neither was she short, her bare shoulders were strongly shaped, toned not just by what could have been yoga, but also by favorable genetics. She was slender even, to the point that she made her sundress beautiful and not visa versa. Here on the beach she occupied so small a space physically, but her presence was almost equal to that of the setting sun, so raw and artistic was her beauty. From Tommy's position he could admire her profile, the strong cut of her jaw, the sharp, enticing angles of her hips, the purse of her textured lips...all of these lashed out at his senses like a train wreak, no matter where his eyes searched he found more beauty. He watched her like someone does a car crash or some eminent bar fight, wanting to look away but finding it difficult. So he watched her while she in turn watched the sunset until the water reflected only the palest of lights.

For the woman the show was over, and she turned and caught Tommy's staring gaze. With an oxymoronic (for so creature cut from Gods angelic patter could ever be a timid creature) shy smile she turned and walked away. 

"Wait," Tommy jumped up from his natural chair, "Please," the woman turned and smiled,

"I have to go; I'm late for a party." 

"Oh," Tommy had never felt more defeated than in that moment, even with all the games he pitched, or the lost chances his young life and dealt him. If this girl was allowed to walk away he knew God was not only a smug God, but also a cruel bastard.

If the woman saw the shattered expression of disappointment on Tommy's face, she didn't let on, but she did take a step closer, than another, and another, until she stood chest to chest with him.

As with disappointment, he had never experienced such pressure as he felt now. With this beach dryad standing just a breath away, her sun warmed skin bronzed and smooth as the ash of a new baseball bat, her lips, in a permanent pout, being nibbled lightly between her teeth, all of it...all of it intoxicated his youthful soul. 

"Do you want an invitation?" her voice wasn't so timid anymore, but it was still unsure.

"I do." Tommy nodded.

"Then come..." she took his hand, almost like a child, the fingers not intertwined as lover do on long walks on the beach, but her touch...oh her touch was more than enough. Tommy was enthralled and charmed by her. 

"My names Carmella," her voice was unearthly calm now, a peak louder than the wind and the waves, yet so much more beautiful, 

"Tommy," he listened to his voice as if it came from a different throat entirely, surprised at the way her eyes smiled at the intimate introduction. She liked the name, just as he liked hers.

"The party is back in town," she pulled him back towards the start of her footprints, "I have a car we can take."

If Brad had ever asked the bars name, or the number of drinks Tommy had, or the time he left, Tommy would have stared blankly at him. It was a blur, and not all of it was intoxication, in fact none of it was. 

He was a satellite orbiting the gravitating, charismatic mass of Carmella, trying hard not to crash and burn. It was all he could do to stay sane and not smother her so early in their relationship. God, he cringed at himself for using that word. He was lucky enough just to dance with her, to have her let him touch her, to be close. 




Carmella Decesare



The events of the night went by in a stupor, and it was well into the early morning hours when the two stepped out of the club, away from the pressing mass of people that still partied inside.

"I need some water," Carmella was fanning her face; a healthy flush of red betrayed her heated state. Tommy must have felt that way to, but later he confessed to feeling hot from the moment he noticed her in the sunset. "I have some bottles in the trunk of my car," she pulled Tommy along to follow, "I can't drive back to my cabin," she was saying, the reaction was almost primal, instinctive, 

"I can walk you back, make sure you don't puke in you hair." 

"It's okay," Carmella silken laugh conjured visions of movie starlets and sex symbols, "I'm not that drunk. But I would appreciate the company. Strange places and all that."

It was for the first time then, as they found her car, that he noticed her dimples, and how they always seemed to appear when she turned to look at him, and he couldn't control himself anymore. 

He kissed them, not surprised to find them grow deeper as Carmella realized she had driven him beyond what any other boy or man could endure. She had flirted, felt and teased him in everyway since the moment she had found him topless on the beach, so overcome with her beauty he forsook the sunset to watch her. She had known in certainty that he was fighting everything his male nature urged just to remain civil. 

It was a sign of respect she had rarely seen before, and she knew a reward was what he deserved. So she kissed him back, her lips were no strangers to other lips, but on Tommy's they felt different. She could tell he was trying to be soft, non-threatening, as it made her lips curl into a smile, one he surely felt against his. She allowed him to press his body against hers, trapping her securely against the side of her car, his hand lingering on the generous curve of her slender hips. They drank each other in for quite some time, unable to find their thirsts sated in any easy measure. Carmella relished the soft touch and almost found herself tearing into him with a romantic passion uncommon to her. He had found something inside her she had never know she wanted, after all the men she had been with, why was this kid, after all, he was a kid, different?

For Tommy control was coming more easy now, he found responses to his gentle touch, just as he had imaged she would like to be touched the moment he heard her voice on the beach. It was natural, to be this gentle with her, for some reason. 

"Your water," Tommy reminded her after a long gap in the kisses where their foreheads rested together and their hands played idly with each others bodies. 

"In the trunk," Carmella whispered, touching his face softly with eager fingertips.

Tommy didn't want to break the contact, but he did, and he went to grab the water when something dreadful caught his eye. The gravity of the discovery almost caused his legs to buckle, but his hand found purchase on the doorjamb of the car. There, tucked neatly into a corner of the window was a UCLA parking pass made out to Carmella Feldman. It wasn't my mothers' maiden name, but it was her sisters' first married name. 

It felt like God had slapped his chest with his awesome hand and sent him hurtling into a never-ending abyss of humiliation. God was doing this to him, taunting him, teasing him with unattainable dreams. Why!? Was it because he had such a gift for throwing a baseball? Tommy swore it was not true, that he would give up the show if it meant having Carmella. 

But this was no game with god. Carmella was born to from his aunt's marriage, and Carmella was his cousin.

"What?" She grabbed onto his waist, helping him stand back up strait. To her it looked as if he was about to heave, but he hadn't even drunk that much. "Are you okay?"

"No..." Tommy's emotions were in a typhoon of confusion, physically, emotionally, everything was set off like a counter haymaker to his face. His rhythm was gone. His finger tapped the sticker on the glass, "Is your mother Denise." 

Carmella's eyes were blank with confusion, she nodded but wasn't sure how he could have known.

"Now I wish I had gone to every family event instead of faking baseball injuries." Tommy didn't want to say it, to tell her she had just shared an incredibly intimate kiss with her cousin. He didn't have to...the severe look of shattered disappointment told him she had figured it out. She touched her lips with the palm of her hand, not as if she was going to throw up, but rather as if to keep them hidden. 

What had she done? Carmella couldn't look anywhere but the ground, fighting down wells of shame and horror with the simple fact that despite everything...she still wanted him. Something completely feminine craved the way he touched her, the way she made him feel. It was not as if she could undo the past hours, not that she felt she wanted to...it was taboo, incest, illegal. Well, not the kissing part, but everything else she had planned on was. It was unexplainable in any rational sense why she still craved after Tommy; she knew she'd have to fight every ounce of social conditioning to get what she wanted. Nothing in life was easy; Carmella knew that as well as any human being. So before she could talk her self out of it she kissed him again, eagerly, passionate, in a way she had never kissed a man before.

She was overwhelmed with disappointment as he pushed her away and took off down the street, leaving her reeling in her own shame and humiliation. She didn't chase after him. She had lost and that was it.

It was Marcus that stirred to wakefulness when Tommy stole silently into his sleeping bag minutes later, the hot rush of blood still pumping in time with his ragged breaths. Never had he ran so hard away from something he truly wasn't afraid of. 

"Where have you been?" Marcus quizzed, Tommy ignored him. 

"Hey," Marcus repeated, "Where ha-," 

Tommy turned and cut him off with the coldest glare he could muster, even in the dim light Marcus blinked in surprise at the hostility.

Marcus turned over and mumbled a couple unsavory comments. Tommy didn't fall asleep until well after sunrise when his body shut down despite the cries from his brain. As he fought his way to stay awake he could only think that he made the wrong decision, though about what he couldn't determine. Maybe he should have stayed with Carmella and let her take him to where she wanted to go, or maybe he regretted running away so violently. Whatever the case, he regretted something.

************************************************

"Pass the beer," Tim was holding his hand out, Tommy fumbled through the ice filled cooler until his hand clasped around the cold, slender neck of the bottle. 

"You know, this week could be great," Tim nodded his thanks as he took the brew, "I mean, next year we are all off to college, maybe now was a good time to see each other off." 

"Yeah," Tommy said softly, "I guess, even though were not close or anything I do like hanging out." 

"Maybe in a couple years we'll be watching you on Sport Center or something." 

"Starting Pitcher Tommy Perezzi," Tommy allowed himself a selfish smile at the sound of his name, "Has a ring to it." 

"As long as we get dug-out tickets," Johnny said after another swig of Corona.

The three settled back into their silent reverence of the sun, the distant cries of frolicking kids and the sounds of swimmers in the surf settled away from Tommy's mind. At the breakfast he hadn't seen Carmella, but he had deduced why her name never rang any bells.

He had always vaguely known her as Carmi, Denise's first daughter from her first marriage. Carmi spent most of her weeks in her fathers' custody because Denise's job as an investment banker required her to travel quite a lot. Now that he thought about it the connection between Carmella and he was so vague as to be almost non-existent, but he had to admit that it was apparent enough to be cruel. As far as he could determine she was a compatriot in his dislike for family gatherings. But still...all this time...why had he never seen a picture of her in a holiday card or family album.

He had been fighting with his moral compass ever since he woke up after his fleeting four hours of slumber, battling off constellations of erotic notions, trying to free images of Carmella's wildly playful maple colored hair, her touch...his body let out an unconscious shiver despite the comfortable heat.

Tommy was startled from his recollections by Johnny's movements to his right, 

"Hey," Johnny said as he sat up, "Carmi's coming." 

Tommy opened his eyes and tilted his head in the direction both brothers were looking. Indeed, Carmella was walking towards them from the public beach, dressed in a pair of short surf shorts and a pink bikini top underneath a damp white tank top. Her dark skin was a stark contrast to the white garments and only served to extenuate an exotic look she must have obtained solely from her father. A pair of oversized sunglasses in fat white frames sat comfortably on her narrow, perfectly arched nose so Tommy could not see if she was looking at him upon her approach. 

A sink feeling of disappoint came over Tommy as he realized the very thing he regretted was not kissing her back after she had offered. 

"Hey boys," her voice sounded somewhat raw, as if she had just woken up, "Waters great, really woke me up." 

"Big party last night?" Tim smiled, offering her a water bottle from the cooler bag at his feet. She didn't look at Tommy as she nodded and took the bottle. She stood there; draining the bottle half ways then dumped the rest over her face, 

"Have you gone for a swim yet?" She asked, "I heard there is a sand bar a ways out." She looked out at the calm water and its cascading nature knowing full well that she was making Tommy very uncomfortable. She could tell by the way he kept his head turned just slightly away that the event of last night were still fresh in his mind. It was not as if she had forgotten either, but she had come to terms with it in her own expedient way by blaming it on the moment and the alcohol and their ignorance. 

"Who's coming?" She asked again, tossing the empty bottle beside the cooler with a flick of her slender wrist.

"I'm in," Tommy stood up and kicked off his sandals and taking off his sunglasses. 

"I'm not swimming," Johnny shook his head, "I'm not moving until this fucking tanning butter starts to work." 

"Me too," Tim shrugged, "We have to have good tans before we go to college."

"Fine," Carmella smiled, unsure how awkward the following swim would be, but determined in her own strong minded way to make it work. Never before had she let an obstacle derail her from having a good time and she trusted Tommy to act civility about it (despite his frantic departure from their kiss the night before). 

She tucked her sunglasses into the pocket of her shorts and peeled off her tank top, instantly realizing her mistake as every eye her three cousins had where instantly rivet to her breasts and dauntingly flat stomach. She ignored their lustful gazes and took off into the water. Tommy caught up to her a dozen meters out, the water still shallow even then. 

"Do you want to talk?" He asked her, blinking away the spray of water his hurried movements created. Carmella nodded without looking at him, 

"Farther out," she stepped on until it was finally deep enough to swim. Tommy followed her with a lazy breast stroke, admiring at how easily her lithe frame cut through the water, like the bow of a slender cutter ahead of the wind. He watched the bob of her ass and the strong kick of her powerful legs, finding himself an unwilling participant of the hypnotic show. They found the sandbar eventually, just before lunch and they climbed to the opposite side, relieved to find it deserted and quite private.

"I don't know where to start," Tommy began as Carmella sat down, the fine sand clinging to her wet skin like sugar crystals on a dampened finger.

"You could apologize for pushing me," Carmella took out her sunglasses and put them back on, pulling her wet hair away from the lenses and wringing it out.

"I'm sorry," 

"Then you could tell me what you're afraid of." Her eyes, even underneath the dark lenses, carried a deeply moving expression that was not lost on Tommy. The implications of the expression also confused him, was she implying... no, he must have misunderstood. 

"Afraid of?" he echoed, "About what? Last night?" 

"Yes." She never turned his head, even as he looked away in embarrassment.

"Nothing really," he was off balance, he had envisioned himself asking these questions, but now he was unsure. He took a hollow gulp and looked his gaze, "But mostly I'm angry."

"At me?" Carmella asked.

"No, God." 

She was quiet as he explained. 

"I have never met someone quite so," he paused to find a word that would not incriminate his inner thoughts, "unique, as you. And I have to admit to feeling a little bit cheated by this whole situation. I feel as if God threw me a knuckle ball I thought I could hit." 

"Knuckle ball?" Carmella tiled her head in such a purely pedestrian way it made her seem even more alluring.

"It's a pitch," Tommy explained, holding his hand out and gripping an imaginary ball, "The pitcher holds on to the seams of the ball with his fingernails so that when he throws it, well, perhaps shove is a better word, the ball takes almost no spin. As the ball travels the wind changes the spin of the ball, causing it to dart around, teasing the batter with what looks like a slow, easily hit pitch. But it cuts away just as the swing starts, falling into the mitt just out of reach." 

Tommy let Carmella maul over the analogy for a while. "I'm the knuckle ball." She nodded. Silence again. 

"Can I tell you what I'm afraid of?" She wanted to take his hand but didn't, still unsure if they were both in the same lane of thought. 

"What people would say if we had gone all the way?" Tommy guessed, thinking it the safest answer.

"No," Carmella shook her head, "I'm afraid of missing out on what I felt was a special connection. So what if we're fucking cousins, I've never met you before and on that beach, when you watched me I knew we shared something special."

"What?" 

"An independence we can both respect, a desire for what we want and an ability to get it." 

Tommy squinted down the lake while he thought about her words. Of course it was true, he had told Brad the very same thing just two days before. 

"You don't see a future in this do you?" Tommy asked. Carmella let out a sweet laugh, 

"I don't care right know," she sat up onto her knees reached out to grab Tommy's shoulder, relieved when he didn't pull away. "I just want..." 

Her desires were never fully voices as Tommy broke to the undercurrent of desire, fighting the rip tide of the moment. They were together again, under the shifting transparent clouds, a gentle water breeze playing across their moist skin. Her classes fell to the sand as her deceptively powerful arms pushed him down so she could mound his torso. He turned his head at first, letting her attack his neck with her wanting lips, feeling the length of her body, the definite swell of her breasts beneath the skimpy bikini and the smooth length of her thigh between his. Then he turned at let her touch his lips. She licked at them timidly, almost testing their responsiveness. Tommy was fighting his stiffness, fighting the humiliation that waved up inside him. He was immobilized by her fast grip, unsure whether he wanted to fight it or not. Now that the moment was upon him his regrets started to make more sense.

However, as Carmella sucked at his mouth and nibbled on his lips he couldn't fight the smoldering fire in his loins. Suddenly she stopped kissing him and hallways rolled off to the side, her cheek pressed against his and her mouth still dreadfully close to his. 

"That wasn't so bad was it," her hot whisper sent a 

Rolling waves of energy through Tommy's spine, it was all he could do to keep staring at the sky. AT this distance, Carmella's skin, which had looked like dark ivory, felt soft as a down feather against him, ah, all of her seemed a soft doll made of luscious and magical materials far more yielding than flesh and blood, yet utterly on fire with both. A passionate heat came out of her in a rhythmic throb, emanating right from the coolness of her fingers stroking his chin, and then the heat of her tongue as it shot into his lips again. 

He could not fight it...he didn't want to fight it. She lay against the very evidence of his desire. 

When his lips first parted to accept hers she smiled and was secretly proud of herself for winning the battle. As he kissed her, her fears began to wash away as well until she found herself giving herself fully to him in such an impassioned way her lip was cut on his teeth. 

They barley broke their kiss as Carmella dully scraped her fingernail down his chest to the clasp that held his shorts on, drawing like an artist a blazing trail of white hot heat all the way. She needed no help in disrobing him, it was a practiced motion.

"Are we really going to do this?" Tommy said, taking a glance down at his slow roaster of an erection.

"Are you going to stand in the batters box all day, or are you going to come out swinging." 

Tommy didn't bother to correct her confused sports analogies. They had gained the momentum they needed to break through to the next level...their tepidness had gone the moment their passion drew blood. The supremely shaped young lady was then atop him, her hands splayed out, fists grasping at fleeting handfuls of sand while she let Tommy explore her slender back and waist, surprised at just how large his hands were. He could undoubtedly connect his pinkie fingers along the nape of her spine and touch the edges of her back with his thumbs. He surely could grasp her waist as if it was a glass vase and move her about with little effort. She felt so small draped over him, though completely safe. Through sneaking glances she saw the coiled muscles of his arms and shoulders move under his olive skin, his abs were not sculpted into a six pack but she didn't lament the fact. It was enough for her that his stomach was strong and flat. With a last, tender kiss she slid down his body, gliding her lips and hands down the contours of his chest and belly.He watched Carmella's face for any hint of disappointment, even surprise or shock. He was no stranger to women, yet the last time he had been with one was on his graduation night, so he was glad when Carmella didn't put her mouth on his cock. He had no desire to shoot prematurely without giving her a fair taste of what he knew he could offer. 

One hand left its purchase on his pelvic bone and pulled from her back pocket a condom. The little scamp had planned this, Tommy realized, struck by another wave of remorse. 

"I'm just going to suck you enough to get you hard," she said after noticing Tommy's apprehensive look, "I promise you won't regret this." 

She had a smile on her lips as she bobbed down to take his penis, admiring the thickening shape of it. It was a well built rod, even in its unflattering state. He was uncut, the skin on the tip just beginning to spread apart to reveal the bulbous head. She sucked the unit down into her mouth and swished it around, the deep sucking causing deep wells in her thin cheeks. 

She didn't have too much time to spend there, once she darted her tongue out under the folds of skin Tommy's rigidity became complete. The throbbing erection assembled itself so fast in her throat that Carmella could feel the hefty pulse like a blood pressure machine taking a pulse. It was impressive enough, long and dark completely smooth of all veins save for the large one, the breadth of her middle finger, running parallel with the shaft. She slid her mouth off and attacked it from the side, letting the sparse pubic hair tickle her smooth chin and nose, from every angle the cock looked enticing...non threatening yet with an air of pleasurable promise. 




Carmella Decesare



It would do nicely. 

"Are you ready," Tommy gulped, "Or do you need me to..." 

"No," Carmella cut him off, "I'm always ready." 

She pulled the blue condom out of the package and rolled back his foreskin. She bent down for a final, incredibly wet kiss, then a playful nibble before rolling the condom down over the promising present she now no longer felt guilty for receiving.

"Let me," Tommy sat up and took her bikini ties off, letting the fabric fall to his lap, and her bosom fell loose. They were beautiful, dark and smooth, too perfectly shaped for even a painter to make by choice. And the way her long, damp hair fell down to frame them, and the way her smooth nipples saluted him...all of it was too perfect. She fell upon his lips again with a giggle and a heartbreaking smile, 

"Help me with my shorts," she asked. Tommy obliged and she placed them under his head as a pillow. "There, now you have nothing to complain about." 

The inexorable truth of the moment hit Tommy just then, when he realized his cousin, his overpoweringly, velvety whore of a cousin, was perching herself upon his cock. 

She took him inside her with a slow and deliberate thrust of her pelvis, oh how beautiful that motion was, slow and smooth, like the graceful arc of a leaping deer. Tommy was perhaps more captivated by the motions of her abdomen than the squeeze of his penis. She rolled gently against him at first, soft, light thrusts that were best served with tender kisses, which she liberally applied all over his face and neck. 

Both partners were wordless, but not out of shame, but out of unspoken unity. There was nothing to say that they were not already saying with their bodies. 

As the sea breeze tugged at their bare bodies and drying hair, Tommy felt completely at ease. Carmella was knowledgeable, of that he was sure, yet it was her confidence that truly exited him. The way her deliberate kisses timed with the bobs of her ass, the sun warming the smooth planes of her back as he touched them. The feel of her muscles under taunt skin coil and relax as she sunk down upon him, inching herself deeper till he could not help but feel the white heat of her liquids through the thin rubber. 

Despite the previous apprehensions of his sociological conditioning, his loins could not differentiate the loving of a strange woman or the attentions of his very blood related cousin. Soon his chest was thumping as if someone had released a bull in his chest and it was parading around, finding a way to his crotch. 

It found its way only a few seconds later, and as his mouth hung open in warming elation, Carmella kissed his jaw then snuggled against his neck, thrusting more purposely, for his sake. She sank as deep as her body would take him, wishing for the briefest second that there could be no rubber to catch his seed and they could fully share this moment as true lovers do. 

But she was content just to close her eyes and listen to his ragged breath in the throes of ecstasy, to feel his hands gripping at her form like a set of clamps. It was enough, and quickly as Tommy had come Carmella soon fell off a cliff into the sea of her orgasm. Her exclamation was raw and passionate, a cry escaped her tightly pressed lips and she found herself biting uncontrollably at the cords of Tommy's neck. She mumbled his name loosely through her mouthful of muscle, realizing that she had piloted herself to another level of orgasm. The cock within her was throbbing and arresting itself within her taut walls, twitching against the right spots...it made her incredibly wet...a great gushing of fiery love poured out of her and was carried up to her nostrils by the course of the breeze. 

And still she clutched to him, well after her diminished motions subsided completely. He slipped out of her, yet he made no indication to move. She was numb, numb to the world and all the staring eyes she had firstly imagined, and numb to everything but the sun's rays...and Tommy.

With a sleepy smile and a lazy roll she slipped off him and onto her back, her dainty chest swelling up with deep inhalations of perfectly scentless air. Tommy was looking at her in wonder, admiring the strongly feminine cut of her chest and the engraving of all her honed muscles and ribs. She was perhaps now more beautiful than the moment he had first seen her.

"What?" She asked with a spatter of a giggle, drawing up his hand in hers.

"I don't know," Tommy admitted, "I don't know." 

She smiled warmly at him and pulled the condom off, burying it in the sand.

"You don't have to say anything, you know," she said, laying back down and putting her sunglasses back on. "We don't have to talk." 

And so they didn't, for the longest while. Eventually Carmella slipped back into her clothes and swam back to shore, Tommy following a short while later. 

When he changed in the cabin and went out she was nowhere to be found. Her car was no longer parked in the lot.

It was an abrupt way to end the engagement, but not wholly surprising. Tommy grabbed a bottle of water and set out on a jog along the lake shore, knowing this day was not be his last encounter with Carmella.

*****************************************************

It was at supper, at a long table filled with people and ambient chatter that Carmella found Tommy. He was sitting aside a pair of their younger cousins, Annabelle and Sophia, both of the tender age of ten. It was a cute image, his great youthful frame, so prime and ready for movement, sandwiched between the two doll-like forms of Anna and Sophia. 

The poetry was not lost to her. 

She took a seat opposite him, next to a great aunt or friend of the family. Like Tommy she never cared to look at family portraits. His eyes looked up at her as she sunk down into the chair, an expression of hidden excitement at the corners of his lips. 

This too was not lost on Carmella.

She acknowledged his gaze with one of her own, and then attended to the food on her plate. 

"So I hear Tim and Johnny got sunburned pretty badly." She said after a couple nibbles on her pineapple. Tommy nodded with an understanding grin,

"They had to go back to town to see a doctor. I guess all that sun finally took." 

Carmella hadn't seen them before they had left but her mother had attested to their incredibly raw state. 

"So what are you doing next year? Are you still in high school?" 

"No," Tommy shook his head, "I graduated a few months ago. I'm actually going to UCLA." 

Carmella raised her eye dark eye brows in astonishment. 

"UCLA?" 

"Yeah, do you go there? I saw a decal on your car." A shrewd grin flashed between them.

"No," Carmella shook her head, "I dropped out last semester and I don't plan on going back." 

"Why?" 

"School wasn't really for me. I did a half year for my bachelor of arts but found that I wanted to go into business instead." 

"They don't teach business in school?" Tommy asked with a lick of friendly sarcasm. Carmella shot him a daunting look that softened upon realizing his jest. 

"They do, but not the kind of business I want to be in." 

"Oh." Tommy shrugged. In L.A the only kind of business that didn't require school was porn. 

"No," Carmella hid her gasp as she saw Tommy trying to guess at her chosen profession. "No!"

"Then what?" 

"Promoting." 

"Promoting what?" 

"Mostly fights, but parties and events as well. I was introduced to a few people who are willing to put me through the industry." 

"Fights?" 

"I was a ring card girl during my freshman year," Carmella explained, "after hanging around the clubs I became a local favorite. Now I travel with some various boxers around the state and stuff."

Tommy smiled in approval.

"The pay was okay," Carmella went on, "But there is more money when a Boxer hires you personally to be in his entourage and promote him." 

"Oh. That's actually pretty cool," Tommy admitted, admiring her dedication and odd career choice. She certainly had the looks and the personality to be a promoter. She could have been pushing a party in a pit full of shit and he would have gladly paid hundreds to jump on in.

"What about you?" Carmella sucked at another piece of fruit, making sure the suppleness of her lips were not missed by Tommy's hungry gaze. She knew the kind of games she was playing with him, even just sitting this close to him. 

"Baseball," Tommy said, trying his best to keep his eyes locked on hers, "A scholarship for a couple years then maybe make it into the minors." 

"Do you have what it takes?" She asked in a realistic tone. 

"The scouts think I do. I know I do." 

"Something tells me you would never for second best though. I bet you're going to make it all the way into the Major league."

Tommy didn't have to say anything; she knew that was his dream.

"I'm going back to L.A tonight," she watched disappoint grown openly on his face, "I put my phone number and address into you duffle bag. Give me a call when you come to town." 

"Okay." Tommy said as she stood up to walk away, already finding himself missing of her. She gave him a comforting smile, the kind most girlfriends undoubtedly gave to their war destined boyfriends back in the late forties. He watched her walk away, the slender body swaying with a purposeful strut of a runway model. Then she was gone.

"Two more weeks," Tommy grinned down at Annabelle, already starting the countdown in his head, "Two more weeks."



Carmella



My own heart is pounding furiously as I look at her there, ready for me to do what we both want so much. This is going to be sooooo good, I think. Then, waiting no longer, I lean in and start on her, a deep, swirling kiss on the inside of her upper right thigh. Carmella groans quietly in response, her thighs opening wider, her back arching slightly at the sudden stimulation. I want to dig right in, to bury my face in her dripping, hot trough, but I hold back, trying my best to maintain the leisurely pace, to extend our pleasure as long as possible. Lifting her right leg up, I run my tongue slowly up the back of her thigh, adding gentle kisses as I go, then back down the way I came, skirting just past her trembling hole, down to the lower edge of her buttocks, across her crack, then up and down the other side. 

The sounds in Carmella's throat are becoming more urgent now - low, uneven grunts that betrayed the passion she is feeling. She wants my tongue in her pussy, wanting to feel the easy, wet motion of it over her tender little clit. I want it too, and quickly trailed back down her leg until my face is there, just inches from her steamy slit. The aroma of sex fills my nostrils, inflaming me even more. 

As I look up again, I see Carmella looking back at me, her eyes just barely open, like she'd been completely absorbed by the stimulation in her lower half. I breathe out, blowing warm air into her enflamed crotch, and she groans again, louder this time. "Ohhhhh god," she breathes, "come on... do it... Milene ... come on, eat me now." She really needs it now.

How can I resist? I start with an oh-so-soft kiss at the very center of her hole, circling my head a bit to extend the stimulation all over her luscious labia. She clearly likes that, and her thighs come together slightly as her butt clenches in response to feeling between her legs. Now I use my tongue, running it easily up and down inside her nether lips. "Ummmmm," I hear above me. "That's nice ... so nice."

I continue working her that way, maintaining a slow, gently licking within the warm confines of her sweet slot. I take my time, savoring the delicious feeling of her slick flesh against the sides of my tongue, feeling the abundant moisture within her. My god, she tastes wonderful, musky and strong, but sexy and feminine. I know I could just eat this girl forever if she let me. 

Now Carmella is stretched out completely, head rolling lazily from side to side, a dreamy look on her face. Her arms reach out across the back of the chair, her legs spread wide to let me into her most private parts. Her full breasts roll on her chest, the nipples hard and extended, revealing the extent of her arousal. She look incredible like that, so hot and beautiful, and so ready for the pleasures I am thrilled to provide her. I kiss her pussy again, my lips sucking at her wet folds like a child eating an ice cream cone, making obscene smacking noises as I pull away. I alternate this with the previous licking motion, just inside her, for several minutes. Then I spread her lips wide with my thumbs and begin a series of long, languorous strokes with the full width of my tongue, moving from her clit all the way down to her lovely asshole, then back up again, over and over. I am licking everything she has, and I am loving it.

Carmella is definitely getting there now. I run my hands over her thighs and feel them quivering as low, keening sounds escape her lips. Her right hand moves down to caress my head, her fingers playing softly in my hair as I eat her out. "That feels so... fucking... good," she breathes, and I feel absolutely wonderful, so needed and appreciated there between her legs, exactly where I belong. Inspired, I thrust my tongue deep into her dripping cunt, feeling its grip and tasting the copious fluids that are now pouring out of her. My hands move up to her breasts, and I am stimulated in every way -- her creamy softness filling my palms, the taste and feel of her slick flesh on my tongue, the exquisite sounds of her voice as she responds to my touch. Now I'm losing it, and I can't suppress a loud, drawn out moan as I burrow deeper into her sweetness. I wiggle my tongue inside her and feel her grip more firmly on my head. It's getting close. 

I go on like this for another fifteen minutes, until Carmella is reduced to continuous, heart-felt moans, now shaking and whimpering pathetically as I continue to tongue-fuck her. I keep stretching it out, trying to tease her to even greater heights, but when I start back up her leg, she just gives out, begging now for the relief that she needs so badly. "Ohhhhh fuck, come on... baby... please ...do it now ... please ... just make me come!"

I move back down, pulling her throbbing lips deep into my mouth, sucking at the wet flesh as my tongue works again inside her. Then I move up, up to the stiff little button of her clittie, rolling wetly over it, drawing a brief but intense scream out of her. Carmella's butt rises sharply off the chair and my hands move immediately under it, cupping the velvety softness as I continue to feed on her. I can feel her straining upward, her muscles all flexing as she nears her inevitable climax, and then she is there. 

It isn't the bone jarring, pass-out orgasm I had expected, but it is obviously good. A shimmy passes through Carmella's body, and she shakes all over, almost vibrating as she reaches the peak. Little cries pour out of her, rising and falling as the waves of pleasure run through her. In my mouth, I feel the extra surge of girl juice as it flows out of her like a river. I swallow what I can, thrilled that she is responding so fiercely, but continue to work my mouth over her, keeping her going. I hold my pace steady, ignoring her climax and moving her through another, and then another. Her hands clutch frantically at my head as her body shudders, on and on, for several minutes, ecstatic cries of "Baby... Oh baby!" filling the room as she comes and comes.

Finally the tremors subside and she begins to relax. I let her come down, slowing the pace of my licks, eventually just cleaning up the gooey mess I made between her legs. I forgot just how wet this girl could get. As I lick up the remains of her juices, I feel her body relax and she utters a long, satisfied "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" as her hips continue to roll easily toward my mouth. I look up at her and smile. "That's one," I say smugly, the promise of more evident in my tone.

"That was more than one," she sighs, and smiles sweetly in her afterglow. 

"One or whatever," I say. "There's plenty more to come, if you're up for it. I promised you this would be better than last time, and I'm going to keep my promise."

Carmella smiles almost to herself, like she is wondering how many times she might come tonight. "Yeah, I'm up for it," she says softly. "I forgot how damn good you are."

I feel so fine, I just have to kiss her. Rising up, I find her lips with mine when suddenly she starts laughing. I just look at her, perplexed, wondering what is so funny, when she explains. "I just realized that you still have all your clothes on. Here I am all naked and coming like crazy and you're still completely dressed!" 

It is true, and the contrast is rather humorous. I was so preoccupied with pleasing her that I never took time to undress. "Shall I?" I ask. "Of course," she replies. "But let's go to the bedroom and get more comfortable." 

In no mood to argue, I follow her into the next room, leaving a trail of clothing behind me. By the time we reach the bed, I am down to my undies, which Carmella quickly removes. We plop onto the bed in each other's arms.

I am thoroughly aroused now, kissing her passionately as our bodies rub together. The silky feel of her skin against my own, the softness of our breasts melding together, is absolutely electric. Carmella's leg moves between my own and I clutch it, delighting in its warmth and fullness, gently humping against her as our tongues work together. Our hands explore each other, caressing, delving into moist crevices of flesh. I feel her hand moving down over my butt, down between my legs to my tender folds. I cry out as her finger slips into me, running smoothly up and down my slit as I tremble in her arms. "Mmmmmm, you're gonna get yours, too," she whispers. "I want to make you come."

My kisses become even wilder now, devouring her as she pleasures me. My hands move wantonly over her body, enjoying her, loving her, increasing my own stimulation. Now she starts down my body, her lips trailing wonderfully over my breasts, my nipples, down to my belly, which quivers at her touch. At the same time, her fingers are active, playing with me, going deep inside my pussy as I moan with need. Suddenly she is there, her mouth on my open cleft, spreading me wide and licking slower than I thought possible. A long, loud groan fills the air as I clutch at the sheets, almost out of my mind from what she is doing. Her fingers slip out of me and I feel them lower, and I shift slightly to give her better access. He tongue continues to work at me as I feel a single finger at my bottom hole, pressing insistently forward. I think back our previous time together, the first time I made Carmella come, when I had done this same thing to her. She must have sensed that I like it, and she is right. Her finger pushes forward again and she is inside me, up my ass, filling me. She keeps licking me and then pushes all the way in, way up inside me, and I start to come, wailing and shaking on the bed, grabbing her head, holding her mouth against me as the spasms rattle my insides. I didn't expect this from her, but it is so good, so wonderful, and I rumble through another orgasm right after the first, then float back down as her licks become more tender and soothing. 

As I recover, she moves back up to kiss some more, more relaxed and gentle now than before. She feels so good against me that I close my eyes and just let myself enjoy the sensations. Finally I break our kiss to look at her. "Well, that was a surprise," I say softly. She smiles broadly. "Good, huh?" she asks, clearly proud at how hard she made me come. My response is a simple "Mmmmmm" and another deep kiss for her. 

But I'm not finished, that's for sure. Continuing our kiss, I roll us over so I am back on top, then break off briefly to tell her, "Now I really owe you something. Get ready, hon," and I start in on her again.

I work her up the same way I did before, with deep soulful kisses and gentle caresses over her whole body. My hands move lightly, barely touching her, over and over, letting the prolonged stimulation bring her nerve endings up to their highest level of awareness. I move down, again taking each of her nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking until she is once again groaning with the intensity of her feelings. But I don't stay long there. I know what we both want and quickly get to it. The preliminaries are unnecessary now. I move further down her body, until her cunt is once again in my face.

I marvel again at the beauty of her sex. Her lips pout out at me, tender and meaty, moist and bloated with desire. She is wet again, of course. Carmella always got extra wet, and we have been playing frantically now for some time. Her lips are open, just barely, exposing the delicate tissues inside. Once again I spread them apart, exposing the deep pink succulence of the inner flesh. I take a long, greedy lick, feeling her juice coat the full length of my tongue. Carmella responds delightfully, groaning and trembling, spreading her legs even wider to urge me further inside her. I push my tongue in and feel it engulfed by the luscious heat of her cunt. Another long groan escapes her lips. My god, this is incredible.

Carmella moves her feet back toward her body and spreads even more, grabbing her ankles to hold them wide. A few more long tongue strokes bring a further reaction - "Ohhhhhhh fuck.... that's.... so.... fucking.... good!" - and then she pulls her legs up and back, splaying herself open completely for me. My own hands go to her thighs, holding them up in position so she can just relax and enjoy. I lick some more at her open gash, my tongue making lurid clicking noises while Carmella moans and whimpers above me. 

At one point I wander down, circling my tongue lightly over her asshole, feeling it subtly constrict at the contact. "Oh god... I love that!" she breathes. But I already know that from last time. I look down at her little hole, a perfect brown ring in the perfect cleft between her butt cheeks. Then I lick some more, taking it slow and gentle, over and over as she gasps and sighs. I am driving her wild, and she is driving me wild, listening to her: "Oh jesus, honey... I love that... oh fuck, lick my ass... that's so good." I keep licking, slow and easy, over and over, around the puckered edges of her rim, then right at the center, over the little ring of muscle, occasionally pushing barely inside, into her ass. She is making soft whimpering sounds now, clearly loving the feel of my tongue washing over her butt hole. 

Now I switch positions, urging her over and up on her knees. Her head drops onto the pillow as she keeps her bottom raised for me. Her beautiful, round cheeks beckon me, pulling me toward them like an irresistible force. I let my tongue take several treks up and down her lovely crack, pausing each time to caress her cute little asshole, then bury my face in the soft warmth of her butt. Her hot flesh feels so good against my cheeks as my tongue continues to explore, drilling into the clenching grip of her tight hole. 

Now my fingers get busy, pushing into her wet cunt from behind, searching forward for that special place inside her. At last I find it, a firm bump just behind her pubic bone, her G-spot. I continue to eat her ass while I massage her nub, building her arousal higher and higher. Her fluids are flowing freely now, coating my hand, running down my arm, as she groans louder and louder - more than ever before. I know she is close and I am ready to put her over the top. 

Flipping her over once again, I dive between her open legs, into her sweet pussy, my lips completely engulfed in its liquid heat. I tongue fuck her a while, then shift to her clit and lick it gently as my fingers move back to that spot inside her. I stay at it for a long time, patiently revving her up until she is almost crazy, quivering and whining, both hands gripping wildly at the sheets as my fingers work inside her. I suck lightly at her clit and roll my fingers over her spot and then she just explodes. Her hips jerk, and a quick shriek is followed by several staccato, animal noises. Suddenly a warm spray of girljuice hits the back of my throat and my mouth is full of liquid. Without thinking, I swallow, but it is quickly replaced with another hot jet. Now I'm out of my mind, gobbling down another mouthful, amazed that this is really happening. I can't believe I actually made her squirt, and that I'm swallowing it, but it is exciting as hell. I reach between my own legs and flick a couple times and I'm off myself, squealing into her drooling puss, doing my best to keep licking as I reach my climax. As we both come down, I lick up all her nectar, cleaning her everywhere until she has to push me away. 

Our eyes catch each other and we share an astounded look. "Omigod," she asks, wide eyed with wonder, "What the fuck was THAT????" I smile deviously and answer, "Damned good, I think. Don't you?", and we both laugh at ourselves. Then I add, with an impish smile, "Now let's see if we can do it again."



Carmelo



One evening, as I do many evenings, I do what I call a little picnic. I get some food, go to a park like area, sit on a bench and eat the food. As I did that once a man passed by and sat at a nearby bench. Nothing noteworthy as such. As the time passed and the sun went down I saw that he was still there, sitting back with legs outstretched. Something about the situation made my mind wander. I wondered what he was doing just sitting there quietly and motionless.

I began to imagine a fantasy of seduction. What if I said to myself? What if he was thinking about sex and masturbation there in the twilight? I began to consider the same myself. How could I get something going I asked myself? What could I possibly do? Then it came to me. What I did was stand up and face my rear toward him. I bent over leaning down to the objects on the bench. I pretended to be doing something. Anything, just so that I was bent over with my rear turned toward him. I stole glances from the corner of my eye but really couldn't tell if he peeked or not.

I began to feel bold and so being that my jeans were somewhat loose I let them ride back a bit exposing the tops of my buttocks. I placed one hand upon my ass emphasizing the view. I began to get excited and became so bold that I actually let the jeans slide off to the backs of my thighs and bent all the way down. If he saw that he would have to know I was tempting the devil himself with that pose.

The moment of truth arrived for me and I knew that I must do something. I composed myself and gathered my belongings and walked up the walk to where he was. As I approached him I said hello. He didn't appear to speak English. I said Hola. He replied. I said bueno la noche. He nodded si. I asked possible me aqui and motioned to the bench. He nodded and uttered si.

I introduced myself and he did as well his name being Carmelo. He told me that he lived and worked in a nearby restaurant. Interesting I thought as I observed his handsome looks. I wondered if he might have been touching himself but it didn't seem as if he was erect inside his trousers. I made small talk about where he was from, what work he did, and matters like family, all in rather weak and broken Spanish. He seemed receptive and talkative.

With my curiosity and boldness rising I wondered more about him and so began to ask some more questions. I asked, en la restaurant, mucho muchacha? He said no, poquito. I then asked, mucho muchacho? He said si. Ah I said. I said, dia, many muchacha y muchacha en amor. He said si. I also said, dia, mucho muchacho y muchacho en amor y el sexo. He said si. I asked, es ok por muchacha y muchacha el sexo? He said si. Then my heart began to pound. I knew what the next question would imply but I went ahead anyway. I asked, es ok por muchacho y muchacho el sexo? He said si. I was amazed! He said that it was also ok for a man to have sex with a man!

I paused for what seemed like a long moment. The next move was the one that would be something I never had attempted before nor even dreamed of before. I was trembling inside beyond imagination! I asked, es ok por tu el sexo con muchacho? He said..... si. I asked si? He said again... si. This was it. I asked him, while looking at his penis and reaching out my hand, tu pinga por me es ok? He said si. I motioned my hand toward his penis and beckoned for him to take it out for me. He reached down to his zipper, opened it, and took out a delightfully semi-erect penis of excellent thickness and size.

I was in amazement. I had approached a stranger and with some conversation now had his penis out in full view and glory. The sensations I felt and the skill and mental prowess at seduction that I felt were incredible. This could only happen in books I thought and here I made it all come true for me.

I reached for the penis, heck, let me be frank, I wanted to touch the cock. His cock. This handsome Latin man that didn't even speak any English and me with the broken Spanish. It felt marvelous. He grunted as I squeezed it with my hand pulling on it and getting it further out of his pants. Pulling on the shaft making it get longer and harder. He grunted a couple of times. I asked es ok? Ha said si, si. No problems at all. He watched me play with it and accommodated my efforts by shifting position as needed. I opened his pants more so I could get better access and to cup his balls as well. This was amazing and absolutely incredible! I managed to get this strangers cock and balls in my hands with so little effort.

As I proceeded he demonstrated nervousness with cars passing by and getting caught. I coaxed him onward by saying es ok, es ok. I was watching. I reached into my bag telling him momento, momento, sliding my hands effortlessly in the air hoping to communicate to him that I had some lubricant in my bag. I found it in the dim night light descending upon us and moistened my fingers with it. Applying it to his penis I moaned in delight and he grunted in sequence. I smiled at the scenario and the quickly hardening cock in my hand.

I was becoming rather excited and wanted more of his cock. I didn't know whether I should go down and begin sucking it or lower my pants and sit on it. I just wanted to feel it in me somewhere and get this going. I wanted to suck and be fucked. I continued to stroke it to its full erect state and it glistened in the night light from the lubricant. He continued to grunt in rhythm with my stroking. He was very apprehensive about getting caught since he was new here. He didn't want any trouble. I nodded yes but was obsessed with this lovely cock in my grasp and didn't want any interruptions. However, I did have my wits about me and concurred.

I asked him tu pinga me coolo? He said si si, condom, condom? I replied si, si. He motioned toward the wooded area. He wanted to take me in there and fuck me in the ass. I looked toward the treed area and trembled, imagining myself bent over with this handsome Latin pounding his cock in and out of me. It was incredible to consider but it was just sundown and still a bit busy in the area. In my broken Spanish I attempted to make a date with him for later on that night. He seemed to understand it but it also seemed rather uncertain if he did. I had no real way of knowing if he understood me.

That night I was afraid of going and so didn't. I did see him twice after that in the area during normal hours and conditions and he was trying to get himself in front of me for me to notice him but I feigned ignorance of our previous interlude. I am certain this discouraged him greatly and disappointed him as well but caution had to prevail. I never saw him again since then but as recent as yesterday I wandered near the restaurant hoping to see him again. I think that I'll continue to see if he's around anymore and I know that if I do see him I will wink and walk into the wooded area for what I am sure will be a fantastic sucking and fucking that neither of us will ever forget!

Well, after some time I did encounter him again. I was visiting a newly constructed park and was watching a video clip of a woman sucking and I heard something behind me. It was him walking up to me quite cautiously. I said hello and welcomed him to sit with me but I covered the movie. We were both straddling the picnic bench facing each other. I let him see what I was watching and he raised his eyebrows. I reached forward and felt his penis through his pants and he began to open his zipper. There wasn't a moments hesitation that we were going to have some form of sex that night. I took the cock out and massaged the balls a bit. He moaned. I took out some lube and greased him very well. I continued to jerk the cock but soon he came and that was it. He left to go to sleep and I gathered myself and left.

I returned the following night. He was there shortly and I think he was watching for me. I experienced eager anticipation all day that day and knew that there was going to be more. There was. I knew I wanted him in my mouth and indicated that he go into the men's room that I'd be in there in a minute. He was peeing when I entered and he turned to face me dutifully. I washed the cock and balls thoroughly with him moaning a bit while I did it. After I was done I knelt on one knee and began to suck the cock. He was moaning so much that I felt he might cum too quickly and so stopped. I motioned to him to put his pants back on and come with me.

I led him to the backmost area of the park to a swinging bench and tree. Behind the tree it was quite dark and private. I felt his cock and stroked it until it was to a full hardness. It didn't take much time at all. He sat down on the bench and I sat down on him. It seemed a bit awkward being that the bench wasn't stationary so I motioned him up and to stand behind the tree. He did and then I bent over in front of him. Well that was all it took because he immediately grabbed my hips and began to stick it at me but he wasn't hitting the spot so I guided it for him and when the head found home he plunged it forward and inward. I wiggled on it to permit it to ease itself in. he seemed liked he was becoming feverish and puffing and panting. Putting it in my ass was getting him very, very excited.

It began to slide in. I felt wonderful feeling it finally going into me and he was grabbing at me. First my hips and then he reached up fully grabbing my chest and squeezing at my breasts. He also grabbed my mid-torso and then back to the hips. He was fucking away at me furiously. I felt a forceful and deep thrust and then a strong exhalation from his nostrils and a stiffening of his body. He shot his load and although he was wearing a condom it still was inside me. I was delighted. He finally fucked me in the ass. However, it was very, very quick and of short duration and I still felt a little bit cheated that I still had not been fucked properly in the ass by any man yet.

He asked me for tissues, let the condom drop to the ground, cleaned his cock, and pulled his pants up. He did that as quickly as he came. A real lover huh? We parted company for the night.

The following night it was more of the same but this time I took him to a wooded area nearby. He wanted to be sucked and I liked that and asked him if it was ok if I sucked his cock with a condom on. He said yes. He entered the woods first and I followed soon after. He was going deep into the darkness which I really didn't want to do. All we needed was cover so I asked him back a bit which he did. A man in heat is very obedient I discovered. Until he gets his load off he seems to be very willing to do my bidding.

I slid his pants off and stroked him to a near hardness. I took the condom out of its wrapper and slid it on as far as the base. I placed a folded towel on the ground to cushion my knee and knelt on one of them. I took the cock into my mouth and began to suck on it with long and slow and deep sucking strokes. He moaned and moaned. He loved getting it sucked. I did that for a while and I thought he shot his load so I asked him "Finito?" but he said no.

With that, I immediately got my lubrication out and got things ready and bent over in front of him. He needed no coaxing with that, took my hips and began to thrust. He wasn't very good at finding the spot so I guided him. As soon as the head entered he thrust forward a few times burying it completely inside me. It felt great. It was sliding nicely in and out. My head was down near my knees and my ass was up there to receive him.

The surroundings were wonderful. A wooded area with some light passing through the tree limbs, enough to allow seeing what was going on, for me anyway, not for the public but imagine though? Someone driving by and seeing my white creamy ass up in the air, me all bent over and a nice man pushing himself in and out of me in the shadows? Well, once again he finished much too quickly to suit me. He was a regular baboon that way. Not too many thrusts and bingo, he dropped his load. Oh well. We cleaned up and went on our respective ways but not before he screwed things up real good. He asked for money, in fact he was demanding it. He said, "dinero, comida." I said I had none but he was insistent. He walked away saying "No dinero, no sexo." I also walked away knowing that here was another man that just couldn't enjoy what we had but had to screw it up with his masculine arrogance and stubbornness.

At this point I have seen him around, simply say hello and how are you, but the last couple of times I have ignored him. Let him eat cake.

Update: he has passed me a number of times now and made an attempt to speak to me and I completely ignore him. I see that he watches me walk by so now he knows that he screwed it up. If he doesn't he's just a man, an idiot.



Carmen



That morning I was still in my nightgown, picking up my son's clothes and making his bed. As I was tucking the sheet under the mattress I noticed a bulge, I reached my hand farther under the mattress and felt a magazine. My first instinct was to leave it there, all boys have their dirty magazines and my son Alex was no different.

He was 18 years old and in his last year of high school and he seemed to finally be blossoming into a young man. He had made the varsity basketball team, after missing the cut in his junior year. He lost that adolescent glean and was beginning to act like a man, and look like a man, finally putting on a few pounds and settling in to his tall frame. He had a girlfriend, he didn't tell me much, but he would ask me for money for his dates, and I could tell that he was feeling confident, an athlete, a girlfriend, good grades. I was proud of him.

I knew I should respect his privacy, but the temptation was too much. I just had a devilish desire to see what he liked to look at, holding my breath as I pulled it out from under the mattress. I expected it to be a magazine with pictures, but is was a collection of stories, opened to one. I thought, this must be the one he reads when he masturbates. All boys do it, I'm sure he must. But now the morbidity was worse, one thing is to see pictures of naked girls, but now I was going to be given a glimpse of his fantasy world.

I couldn't resist, I propped up a pillow and lay back on his bead and began to read. The story seemed strange, all about a house and a mother that not only fit my description, but had my name, Carmen. When I realized what was happening in the story my mouth opened and my eyes bulged, this couldn't be. I kept reading, graphic sex between the mother and son. My son was having fantasies about me. I had never noticed him looking at me in that way, and I had always been so careful to be dressed around him, not to fall into the trap of him becoming my 'girlfriend'. I always wanted to make sure he felt like a man.

I know his father leaving us would somehow affect him, and since we now lived in a two bedroom condo, I was sure that the close quarters was what did it. I was now 43, his father left and remarried 5 years ago. I was able to live on the alimony, child support and some income I had from family properties. Not that we were living exuberantly, but we were getting by in a nice neighborhood, but I couldn't afford a bigger condo than the one we had. He saw his father once a month, but I am afraid he was more interested in his new family than his son. Now I thought, should I talk to him about this. No. Out of the question, it would be far to embarrassing for him. And I could never mention it to his father. The answer was clear, put the magazine back where I found it and never mention it. Forget it.

I placed it back under the bed where I had found it, and finished making the bed. But I couldn't stop thinking about the story. I looked at myself in the mirror on the closet across from his bed. I still had a very good figure. My strong points were my legs, shapely, a little shakier around the thighs than when I was 25, but still very good, my butt, which was still firm, and large breasts. I had worked hard to avoid getting a tummy. My dark hair was cut short, and I fought off the wrinkles spending a fortune on creams. I knew I was still very attractive, young men eyed me and turned to looked at me when I passed. The women in the story was dark, also with large breasts.

I had been silly really. I could have found a wealthy man, someone who would really appreciate me. But no, I had just finished a two year affair with a married university professor I met at some classes I was taking at the university. At my age what lay ahead. I was still attractive, but for how much longer. A chill ran through me, the idea of loneliness scared me. So he was looking at me, my son was lusting after me. My god. I had never heard of such a thing. I took a long shower and there was no way to get the idea out of my head. I would go shopping. That always helped. 

I bought an above the knee skirt and dark blue silk blouse. And, on a whim, I went in the lingerie store and bought a set of very sexy black lace panties and bra, and a silk nightgown, thigh length with a lot of cleavage. Sitting in the restaurant, having a salad with glass of wine, I wondered why I had done it. For a moment I thought maybe I wanted to tease him a little, just for fun. No, that couldn't be it.

Nevertheless, at the grocery store I bought a really good bottle of wine, and the ingredients for a delicious meal, a special meal. What was I doing? I was almost afraid to think about it. Once I got home I opened a bottle of wine and began cooking, enjoying the buzz from the wine with the creativity of cooking. I set the table with our good china and decided to get ready. But I thought, get ready for what? The wine had given me the courage to realize what I was doing. I accepted the fact that I was intrigued by his interest in me, and I wanted to see if it was for real, or if it was just a story he liked that had nothing to do with reality. 

I was excited, gitty. The first time since the beginning of my relationship with the professor. I shouldn't do this, I thought. I looked into the mirror as I made myself up, and for a moment I said. NO. I can't do this. But it was fun. And I needed some fun. I took another sip of wine and kept going. I put on the new panties and bra, the new skirt and blouse, my Calvin Klein perfume, and, for the final touch, heels. I looked in the mirror. I looked very good. I opened another button on the blouse, revealing the slightest bit of cleavage and a sliver of the black lace from the bra, something I rarely did. Something he would notice. I grinned into the mirror. He would be home any minute.

It was 7.05PM, he was usually home at 7.00PM. I was nervous, as if I were going on a first date. I couldn't believe this, I was anxiously waiting for him to open the door. Finally the key in the door. 'Hi Mom.'

'Hi honey.' His eyes darted across the blouse, than down to the skirt. It was true, what was I doing, if he only knew. 'I made a really nice dinner for us, I just have to heat it up. And look at this bottle of wine.' He nodded his head, as if impressed, looking at my cleavage again. I couldn't believe it. Had he been doing this for a long time and I just didn't notice? 

We ate accompanied by music, in a calm silence. Finishing the bottle of wine. "God mom, that was really good."

'Thanks honey. Will you do me a favor, will you make me a drink while I clear the table.' With the table cleared, I sat on the couch, smoking a cigarette while Alex placed the drink on a coaster in front of me.

'I'm really tired, we had a tough practice today, I think I am going to hit the sack. Great dinner. Good night.'

I wondered if he would read the magazine again. Would he masturbate tonight thinking about me, he certainly looked at me. I made another a drink and smoked a few more cigarettes wondering how far would he go, would he touch me. I wanted to see how infatuated he was. Without thinking too much I walked by his bedroom, the light was still on. I changed into the new nightgown, looking at myself in the mirror. He had never seen me with so much cleavage, not even in a bikini. My nipples were slightly visible behind the soft silk. I hadn't given him a good night kiss in ages. As a boy he always wanted me to sit with him on his bed for a while. That was a long time ago. Without thinking I went, waiting outside the door for a moment. I would knock, give him a chance to put the magazine away if he was reading it.

Tap. Tap. 'Honey, can I come in a minute, just to say good night.'

'Sure, come in.' He sounded startled. I walked to the bed, his eyes on me as if they were spotlights, I felt like I was watching myself. I sat on the bed beside him, he just had a sheet over him.

'It has been so long since I gave you a kiss goodnight. You don't mind, do you?' He just shook his head. I leaned over, brushing back his hair, rubbing his chest. My breasts directly in line with his eyes, I let my hand rub his firm belly then brought it up again. Brushing his hair back, my breast brushed his chin, then I kissed his forehead, letting both of them touch him while my hand made a long circle down his chest and across his stomach. I didn't know what I wanted to do, but I suppose I wanted to see him aroused. His eyes now directly on my breasts. I couldn't believe what I then said.

'Do you like them?' I know I had drunk to much, but I wasn't drunk, I knew exactly what I was doing. 'Do you want to touch them? Go ahead.' I lifted his hand up and placed it on the breast. 'Go ahead, feel them.' He lay motionless, rubbing my breast, touching the now firm nipple through the silk. His eyes wide open. I pulled down one side the nightgown, revealing the breast to him, and moving it towards his mouth. He closed his eyes and ran his tongue all over my nipple, than the rest of the breast, lowering the other side of the nightgown, my hand now running down to his penis, rubbing it through the sheet and boxer shorts. I threw the sheet off, and reached inside the boxers, removing it and rubbing the shaft. What was I doing? I couldn't believe it. It had gone too far, I didn't even let him make the first move. I seduced him. But there was no turning back.

He was totally erect. I thought to masturbate him and nothing more. I could feel the pleasure racing through me, his tongue so gentle on my nipples. Then I said something I maybe shouldn't have, but it could help him explain what was happening. "The real thing is much better, isn't it?' He stopped for a moment and looked at me, understanding in a flash all that had happened, I lowered my mouth to his, our tongues becoming untwined, his hands racing across my back, down to my thighs. I kissed his nipples, put my tongue in his belly button, then his sex to my lips. The strong flavor of his penis filled my mouth, the first taste is always strong, but I filled my mouth with saliva and ran up and down is organ, I was filled with lust, and while I wanted it to end with him ejaculating, I couldn't stand any more, and I got on top of him, I was totally lubricated, I slid down in one stroke, and he immediately began to lunge up into me. I lowered my mouth to his, and we kissed wildly, then I took a breast in my hand an placed the nipple in his mouth. His hand fondling my thighs and rear, his fingering rubbing my anus. I looked at the mirror on the closet. There I was, on top of my son, my breast in his mouth. It was outrageous.

Then he turned me over, lifting my legs, moving his sex firmly and quickly into me, finally bending down and kissing me, I wrapped my legs around him, locking my feet together as he continued to drive his sex into. I didn't want him to ejaculate inside me, even though at my age it is practically impossible to get pregnant, you never know. I turned him over, rubbing him, kissing him again on the mouth, then placing his sex in my mouth, using my best, slowest method, rubbing his testicles while I swirled my tongue around the head of his penis. I could feel him tense up, and the first salty taste reaching the back of my mouth, then the powerful spurts, I swallowed, keeping all of it in my mouth, licking him, while he moaned and jerked. I got up, turned off the light and put the sheet over him.

'Honey, this has to stay between us, ok, you can't say anything ever, to anyone. Promise baby.'

'I promise Mom.' I kissed him on the fore head and left the bedroom to go make another drink with the taste of my sons semen in my mouth.

*

The next morning I heard him get up, but I didn't have the courage to face him. I spent the day a nervous wreck. Drinking without getting drunk, and smoking. I was a mess. But as 7.00PM approached I began to think about what to wear. I seriously thought I was losing my mind. What had I done? And I wanted to do it again. I was probably causing him to have a major trauma, but then I thought, maybe it will be good for him, give him confidence. And with that thought, I took a long shower, remembering the night before. I put on a short, thigh length, pink taffeta dress, and white heels. The key in the door.

'Hi mom.'

'Hi honey.' His eyes nervous, avoiding mine, he went to his room. I was now a wreck, maybe I had really done serious psychological damage to him. After half an hour he came out, I was leaning against the kitchen counter reaching for a plate, when he rapped his arm around my waist and pushed against me, I moaned with pleasure while he unzipped the dress, kissing my back, letting the dress drop to my feet. I turned, with just bra and panties, and we began to kiss. He walked me over to the couch, lowered my panties, and bent my over the side of it, placing his organ deep inside me, slamming against me. Than he walked me over to the couch, almost throwing me down on it, than lifting my feet up to his shoulders and entering me again. I looked him in the eyes as he rocked against me. Suddenly removing it quickly and bringing it towards my face. I moved my lips across him while tickling his testicles with one hand, rubbing the shaft with the other. He jerked, and his semen filled my mouth, I gagged for a moment, but was able to get it all down.

'Oh baby, that was great. Really great.' His face was flushed. 'Go take a shower, I'll get dinner ready.'

This was crazy I thought, but there was no going back. I lie in bed, thinking about what were doing, how bad it was, how I needed to talk to him, but also how alive I felt. He tapped on the door. 'Can I come in?' 

'Sure baby, come in.' He jumped on the bed and I knew he wanted more, he was 18. Silently he kissed my breasts and mouth. I held his head. 'Please, kiss me there, kiss my sex.' He obliged. Moving his tongue all over my vagina. I held the lips open and pointed to my clitoris. 'There baby, gently, with the tip of the tongue. Gently, not too hard.' He finally got the right rhythm going. 'Yes, just like that don't stop, keep going.' He obeyed. I could feel the first tingling running through me, I moaned, letting out a strong sigh. 'That's it, keep going, almost.' Then it overtook me, racing through my whole body, I screamed in pleasure. Closing my thighs and pushing his face away. 'Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh God.' Then I turned over, and reached to the night table and took out a jar of Vaseline. I thought, why not, it was what I liked, and he would learn. I rubbed my anus with the jelly. 'Put it in there, gently, be careful, slowly.' I could feel the uncomfortable sensation of something entering my stomach, but once I got accustomed to it I always enjoyed it. I grabbed the front of the mattress, my legs spread wide. 'Do you like it that way baby?' 

'Yes.' He was now deep into me and I enjoyed the singular sensation. 'Can I cum in there?'

'Yes, baby, go ahead. Cum inside me.' He jerked and spasmed. Then fell beside me. I lit a cigarette in the dark while he rested his head on my breasts.

'Baby, I no this is very strange, but is also beautiful, to be able to know you this way, and enjoy you this way. Don't feel guilty, this is something gorgeous, just don't tell anybody, because there is a terrible taboo around this. You understand, don't you?'

'I know. I understand. I love you mom.'



Carmen



Carmen Sorrento wanted me to fuck her. Naturally, I wanted the same thing. We sealed the deal on my purple futon. Sold to me by a fellow with an uncanny resemblance to the fucker who successfully coveted my wife Monica, both men shared the same olive complexion, busy moustaches and wavy black hair. Unfortunately, lots of hard looking and edgy men, men of a certain coloring and churlish character appealed to my soon to be ex-wife. On that day several weeks after the break up of my marriage, I wanted the bastard in hell but first I wanted to torture him. My personal favorite was the idea of cramming him in a fifty gallon drum punctured with tiny holes, tossing the barrel into the drink, watching it bob about in the water and then inexorably sinking, this fellow's screams loud and clear until silenced by the cold water as it rose high enough inside the barrel, flooded his mouth, filled his nostrils. As the cylinder disappeared under the waves, drops of water looking like dollops of mercury first on the sealed lid and then total dunking under the water my final glimpse of the fucker's death trap. No, I needed two drums: one for good old Mark and one for dear sweet Monica.

Looking at the doppelganger of Monica's lover made me squeeze my left fist until its knuckles turned white. Fortunately, I restrained the impulse to punch the guy. I purchased the futon with as little conversation as the transaction allowed. I knew on an intellectual level this man had no responsibility for my wife's adultery. Or maybe he did, Monica was free with her favors and maybe she had fucked this guy like she had fornicated with all her other dark men. What made me squeeze my left fist bleach its knuckles white, to imagine his battered body sprawled in a wreckage of futon pads and the splinters of broken wooden frames came from that dark place in every man's soul where such things as reason, common sense and compassion are dispatched in the manner of snow flakes landing on a camp fire.

I had adored my wife and during our eight year marriage I never cheated on Monica. Unfortunately Monica could not make the same claim as I found out in late July of 2001 when my fishing trip floating down Oregon's Rogue River came to a bust. My buddy Max Schmeling, the claims adjustor not the heavyweight boxer, got word his father had just died of a heart attack and he had to fly to Denver. That left Joe Murphy and me to fish for steelhead. Then Joe broke his left arm and the fishing trip we planned for nearly a year ended four days early. That evening shortly after 8 p.m., my marriage ended early too. After a six hour drive home, I left my fishing gear in the trunk and still attired in my fishing togs, I carried one grande decaf lattes and one tall decaf Café Americano from Starbucks into my secluded house. I heard the grandfather clock ticking in the entry way and the much louder sounds of moans from the direction of the master bedroom. Was my little blue eyed, red haired vixen watching a porno while I fished? I smiled anticipating making love to my lovely wife.

At the bedroom door, I squatted down, gently placed the two cups of coffee on the carpet. I pushed back on the bedroom door and my eyes saw what my ears already had heard. Still squatting I could see Monica in the middle of our queen sized bed astride a beefy man covered with lots of black hair on his head, under his flaring nose and thatched across his chest, legs and no doubt his back. His skin, the color of brown gravy, made Monica's freckled flesh all the whiter. 

Monica bounced up and down on the man. Pleated blue curtains draped the window to the left of the bed. Four candles I had purchased in a store at the mall, never to be used by me and my woman were in use now. Flame levitated on each candle, the oval shaped cylinders shined brightly as they melted away under the dollops of fire. Residual light danced about the vaulted ceiling, cast a buttery glow on my wife and her lover and painted shadows on the globes of Monica's ass and shoulder blades. Occasionally, I could see the man's pubic hair, a cloud of black, before Monica's haunches smashed down on it and his prick battered deep into her. She leaned forward; the man sucked the nipples of her large firm breasts. Monica gripped the top of the bed's headboard and bucked up and down on the man's swollen cock. "Fuck me with that nice sweet cock," Monica said.

Bolero, barely audible, played on the compact disc player. 

"What the fuck," I said. Monica and her lover finally realized they had an audience. Monica squealed and broke her connection with the man under her.

I had kicked over the two coffees as I stood up and stepped into the bedroom.

Monica gripped the blue sheets and dragged them up to her chin. At that moment I wished I was returning from a hunting trip instead of a fishing trip. With a rifle or a shotgun I could have plugged them both. My fly rod still in the car offered not much utility in the way of homicide."Jack, don't do anything stupid," Monica said.

"God damn it did you have to use the fucking candles," I said. I turned on my heel, squished through the coffee pooling on the floor and fled from the house. Before backing out of the driveway, I paused to pond my fists on the steering wheel. Tears bigger then the drops of flame on the candles rolled down my cheeks and I screamed in rage. 

In the weeks that followed we separated and divorced as quickly as Monica unlinked from her lover. I learned my marriage was a sham from nearly the beginning. Monica had a kept a series of lovers throughout our marriage. She had fucked them numerous times in our bed, in our cloistered backyard, seedy motels and wherever else she deemed appropriate. The guy I caught her with was only her latest paramour.

My grandfather, the man with my greatest respect, when he heard about the breakup, did not say "I told you so" but I knew he was thinking it.

When I had announced my plans to marry Monica, my grandfather had said, "Son, that woman may be too much for you to handle." 

My grandfather, a veteran of the 101st Airborne in World War II, a trooper who slugged his way from a beach in Normandy, France on D-Day to Bastogne in Belgium where he was severely wounded was the wisest of men and I should have listened to his sage advice.

Not me, I knew better. I loved Monica and she loved me and that was all that mattered.

Jason Finlander, my grandfather, was his own man. No one had a memory of him ever losing an argument. He could be loud, obnoxious, and contrary and his word was his bond. Anything he did, he did his best and he expected the same standard of conduct from his family and his employees.

Shortly after the war he opened an auto parts store. Sixty years later he owned 67 Finlander Auto Parts stores in California, Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Nevada, Arizona, Utah and New Mexico. He was worth 38 million dollars and at 82 he was still a mover and shaker. Some day I expected to inherit the bulk of his estate and for now I managed a store after being an assistant manager and a tool boy.

My father was president of the company and grandfather was Chairman. Actually, he was retired living in a sumptuous home in Palm Springs half the year and the other half in Kauai. Ever since spending the bulk of December 1945 being hammered by German 88s, the enemy doing their dandiest to kill him while the elements worked in conjunction with his foe to freeze him to death, he swore never to spend as little time as possible anywhere it might drop below freezing or dump the smallest snow flak on his furrowed forehead.

Grandfather was a three time loser at marriage. Now, he lived with a mistress 45 years his junior. At the age of 83 his head was still capped by mane of unruly white hair. 

Square jawed, his green eyes still twinkled. Tall, thin, bony kneed, he often said his narrow profile had saved his life multiple times during the war. I resembled him except I had black hair and a heavier girth. 

Last year at his home in Palm Springs, Grandfather and I set near his Olympic sized swimming pool drinking lemonade out of frosty tumblers and eating shortbread cookies. We watched Gwen, his mistress returning to the house after delivering our lemonade and cookies on a silver platter purchased in Vienna during grandfather's second honeymoon. We both watched her hips sway in the tiniest patch of yellow bikini bottoms as she moved away from us on high heels sandals. Gwen, an actress, actually a bit player who starred in several teleplays on the Playboy channel after her stint as a centerfold, resembled Ava Gardner in her prime. When she leaned down to set the drinks on the table, her tits nearly sprang out of her top. All of Jason's wives and mistresses were buxom as well as insatiable and wicked to the nth degree.

When Monica and I divorced, she had expected to net millions but after a private conversation with grandfather she walked away for half a million and some change. 

"Jack, I hope you live to be 85 and you can sit on the side of your pool and get blown by a woman half your age." Grandfather said as Gwen stepped into the house. 

After the divorce I did not bounce back quickly. Monica may have been a gold digging slut but I still loved the gold digging slut. Like a man trying to quit smoking who craved one puff on a cigarette, I found myself wanting to bed my faithless ex-wife one more time. I resisted. Once a millisecond before hitting the send button on the phone to call Monica, I retained the presence of mind to fling the Nokia into the wall, a pitch which proved disastrous to the phone. Another time I typed a lengthy and pathetically maudlin email to Monica and then smacked down on the delete button. I drank too much. Chivas Regal scotch was so tasty and such a phenomenal palliative for my pain. A eunuch showed more of a sex drive then I did. I focused on work. My parents worried about me. My mother looked at me as though I suffered from a terminal illness. My best friend, Paul Pister ceaseless refrain to me: "Get your head out of your ass Jack and move on. Forget the fucking whore."

Yeah right. I wallowed in self pity, my liver worked overtime to consume the surfeit of alcohol in my system. I often sat around in my tattered bathrobe and house shoes, the right one having a hole in the toe and supped on a regular diet of scotch and ham and mustard sandwiches. 

I moved into a tiny studio condo my grandfather hooked me up with. It looked down on courtyard filled with winding brick pathways, fragrant flowering bushes, walled in declivities for barbecuing, and a tennis court. Back in the 60s, the stucco building shaped like a donut was a swinging singles place. It had a portico jutting from above the front door and day and night fast cars roared in under that portico now long gone. Piloted by sexy young men in sunglasses and stylish garments, these chariots were covered in shiny chrome and squeaky clean bright colors. As they gunned their engines, sex goddesses in high heels, mini skirts and décolleté aplenty climbed in and were carried off to be wined and dined and then fucked either back here or in some other comfortable locale.

The courtyard was filled with foliage planted in such a way to provide multiple locales for buff young men in Speedos and buxom young women in tiny bikinis to fuck to their hearts content. In the past such imagery would have given me a hard on but not now, not in my state. 

Now, a more sedate crowd populated the Chateau Vista. The apartments now condominiums housing retired postal workers, widows living off the fat pensions left to them by their late spouses and young families with small children who filled the place with noise and other families with nubile young daughters and teenage sons who hankered after the nubile maidens. 

From the debris of my broken marriage I extracted nothing more the futon, my cream colored rocker recliner, books, personal computer, its work station and comfortable chair. In the early months of my post marriage to Monica my hatred of all Arabs quickly dissipated. Now, I contained my hatred to suicide bombers and terrorists who killed children. If my wife had not run off with this dude it would have been someone else. I pictured Monica like Sally Field in the movie where she spent a good deal of time as the chattel for an Arabic man before she managed to escape his less then tender mercies. Not Monica though, let her be forever wrapped in a chador.

On a Saturday afternoon in July, the bright sunlight and cloudless blue sky inspired me. I shaved the infestation of black stubble covering the lower portion of my face, showered in a surfeit of soap, shed my bathrobe, dressed in denim and dock siders and drove to the Barnes and Noble on the other side of town. Maybe a bit of book browsing would temporarily lift my spirits. It had worked before. 

Standing at the new book table directly in front of the store's front doors, I picked one book up, thumbed through it, placed it back on the table and picked up another book. As I picked up the third book and read the verbiage on the back of the dust jacket, a woman I had seen several times before entered the store and took up a position at the same table I browsed. I had seen her in the neighborhood walking a white poodle. I was 33 years old and I estimated her to be double my age. Her hair the color of pewter was gathered into a bun on the back of her head and secured with a yellow ribbon. The several times I had seen her she was walking her small white fur ball and she wore tight blue jeans, a shirt or blouse with a wide v in its front giving maximum exposure to her large breasts. High heels, not the closed toed black pumps favored by my mother but the cum fuck me pumps my ex-wife favored. One time transparent hoods covered the front of her feet showed off her stubby toes and painted nails, while the bottom of her feet climbed sharply on heels made of beige colored wood. The second time I saw her she once more wore the tight jeans, a low cut shirt and black high heels held on her feet with the thinnest straps.

In my youth prior to my marriage I had bedded several delectable older women. Some of these ladies exuded the same in your face sexual heat as this woman did and several others, while more demure in their demeanor where just as delightful in bed.

Standing within a few feet of each other I felt my cock stirring for the first time in several months. I noticed a diamond the size of Pluto on the woman's right hand. No poodle in sight she wore the same constrictive blue jeans. I imagined her lying on her bedroom floor to get better traction as she tugged, pulled and pushed her wide hips into them. Her white shirt, a yellow smiley face on its front tightly adhered to her chest and accentuated her breasts as they thrust forward. High heel sandals covered her feet and a pale blue ribbon secured her hair into a flattened bun the size of Danish. 

I picked up a tome by a disgraced politician, its cover showering a man in a charcoal gray suit and fire engine red necktie looking plaintively at the camera. I stole another glance at this scrumptious woman. I dropped the book on the table, retrieved another book, a tome on the French and Indian War, and looked at her again, not furtively but in the manner you look at a painting in an art gallery. Wrinkles bracketed her blue eyes, the flesh on her throat, not as supple as it once was, sagged under the impress of gravity and maturity. Even with the polish on her long fingernails, the liver spots dotting the backs of hands hinted at her seniority. The rest of her body, the long legs pushing at the denim, the contour of her breasts, the sweep of her hips, the roundness of her ass were as firm and toned as any woman my age. 

Our eyes met. We smiled at each other and in the quiet of the bookstore we connected like two simpatico fax machines. 

"May I buy you a coffee?" I said.

"I would love a cup of coffee," she said. 

We dropped our books on the table and headed toward the store's coffee bar. I followed her, watched the sway of her hips under the tight denim, her smooth glide in extremely high heels.

My God, my cock is stiff. If nothing else I was thankful to this woman for affecting me in this manner. My impotence had drifted away and it felt wonderful. Now, I needed camouflage for my erection. Passing a table filled with books suitable for covering coffee tables, I grabbed one filled with glossy photographs of celebrity homes, used it to shield my erection. No doubt this particular tome contained aerial photographs of my grandfather's palatial domicile in Palm Springs with the swimming pool in the shape of 1957 Chevy.

I pointed at a table, asked her what she wanted to drink, bellied up to the coffee bar and in no time I returned with my latte for me and her Café Americano. My hard on had subsided while ordering the drinks from a young lady with a diamond embedded in her left nostril and returned full force when I returned to the table and saw the rich contours of her breasts and the way she had her feet crossed under the table.

Sitting down at the green table I told her my name was Jack Finlander, I was 33 years old, I managed an auto parts store but not the part about me being the scion to a fortune. She found out I was divorced with no children. I worked out on a Nautilus machine, jogged several times a week; I was an eclectic reader, often listened to jazz and traveled when I had a mind to. I did not tell her about my ceaseless depression and chronic impotence. Her name was Carmen Sorrento and she freely admitted to being 63, a recent widow. In her youth she was a chorus girl in Las Vegas, taught aerobics for a time, modeled, and in the early 60s long before my introduction to the world she acted in several beach and bikini movies. Along the way she married several times, gave birth to several children, and was a grandmother several times over. She had owned and operated several designer boutiques, sold them and made a nice profit. Sunbathing, she liked to read. The image of this sexy woman lying on a chaise lounge in tiny yellow bikini, one leg straight out and the other forming an inverted v, bare feet pointing outward, made my cock rocket upward. 

Youthful, this mature woman exuded sexuality with every breath. Her gray hair did not diminish her sexiness it enhanced it.

She took a sip of coffee through the tiny hole on the white cover of the paper cup. She sat the cup on the table next to the coffee table book, dabbed her pink painted lips with a napkin. She smiled at me in the same devilish way my mother did whenever she entered my room when dad was on a trip, lowered her nighty, climbed into bed with me and took my cock in her mouth. 

Carmen leaned across the table, her mounds nearly tipping out of the blouse, licked her lips and whispered: 

"I give the most fantastic head. Why don't we cut through the bull shit? You want to fuck me and I want to fuck you so why don't we go somewhere and do it?

I was so near to exploding in my pants I considered standing up and yelling "fire in the hole" at the top of my lungs to give everyone in the coffee nook time to dive for cover.

Briefly, I wondered about the logistics. Did she drive to the bookstore? Would she follow him to his place? Did she expect him to trail behind him to her home?

She hopped in my SUV after we departed the store. Ten minutes later Carmen walked through my front door after I unlocked it. Standing back, Carmen stepped into my tiny place and I followed.



Carmen



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not. 

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Out of the three of us, I ended up being the only one who could take off early from work that Thursday, as well as take off the whole next day, to pick up the keys to our shore rental. It meant I'd be down there for a full day without Rob and Jim but that ended up being extremely fortuitous. We'd rented the place for a couple of weeks and, for whatever reason, were able to get in on a Thursday rather than a Saturday or Sunday. Fortunately, my job was flexible enough that I could take off early that Thursday to pick up the keys so I went ahead and took Friday off, too, so I could start my vacation early. I figured it didn't make sense to drive down to pick up the keys then go back to work for one last day then drive back down again. My momma didn't raise no dummies.

The way that it ended up being fortuitous was that, on Friday morning, after a good, peaceful night of sleep, when I was considering how to spend my first full day of vacation, I happened to take a look at Facebook. What caught my eye was a photo on my News Feed taken on a beach that made me think, "I could've taken that" with a smile on my face. Looking closer, it turned out that I literally could have taken it because it was tagged with the location which turned out to be the exact town I was in. The next thing I noted was who had taken and posted the photo: Carmen.

I'd known Carmen as far back as elementary school though I wouldn't say we were ever really close friends. She had been a year ahead of me and I don't know that I could recall ever seeing her again once she'd left for college. It really wasn't a surprise that we ended up in the same seaside resort community and, though I have many issues with Facebook, this was one of the times that I actually could appreciate it. Before I thought too much about it, I shot Carmen a message letting her know that I was nearby and asking if she'd be interested in meeting somewhere to catch up. The next thing I did was go to her photo albums and confirm my initial recollection about her, which was that she was cute and had a nice figure. I also saw that she had a young son which, while it didn't change my desire to catch up, did make me reconsider any potential to explore that body.

Before I'd made it very far through her photos, I received a response to my message asking where I was and if I was on the beach. Not wanting to appear to anxious, though I absolutely did still want to see her in a swimsuit, I looked through a few more photos then sent a reply that I was getting ready to head there and asking if she minded if I came to find her. I set my phone down and did a quick sunscreen application before jumping into my swim trunks and grabbing my towel. Other than that, I figured a bottle of water would be good along with my phone, keys and sunglasses. Her reply was waiting when I picked up my phone again with the cross street where she was on the beach. I took a quick look at a local map, determined that it was only a few blocks away, then told her I'd see her soon and headed out the door.

One of the things that really struck me about Carmen, not just that morning but as far back as when I'd first accepted her friend request on Facebook, was that she really appeared to have blossomed since high school. What I remembered of her from back then was that she was dark skinned and dark haired, not unattractive but not somebody who probably turned a lot of heads. She was in the band and had a lot of friends but we didn't really run with the same crowd back then. In fact, I didn't know her well enough to even know what her ethnicity was, although her parents were very white, so I assumed she'd been adopted.

Now, though, she had long, blonde hair and while I was well aware that it was not her natural hair color, it really worked for her. I couldn't have said what her figure was like back in high school but I could tell in the photos that she had posted, though they weren't revealing, that she looked very fit and her tits looked nice. I was trying not to think as I walked along the beach that dark skin would mean dark nipples and dyed blonde hair might mean a hairless pussy. Not only did I need to avoid these thoughts because I assumed she was married but also because walking along the beach while pitching a tent in my swimsuit was probably not a good idea.

Of course as I was walking along the beach thinking about Carmen, I was also noticing all of the other hotties that were out and about. The funny thing is that, when I spotted Carmen, I didn't realize it was even her at first; I was just thinking that there was another hottie. When I got a better look and realized that it was her, I actually stopped momentarily in my tracks and just stared for a moment. I collected myself before she noticed and headed toward her, wondering momentarily if she'd checked my photos on Facebook so she'd recognize me. I didn't wear my hair long like I had back in high school but I also no longer had the scrawny physique of a cross-country runner. I was in good enough shape that I was comfortable approaching her without having my shirt on. She was wearing a fairly modest two-piece swimsuit that showed her figure quite well but didn't reveal too much.

"Carmen," I said, since she hadn't seen me approach. She turned and broke into a big smile, which was another thing I'd noticed in her photos -- she really had a great smile. She didn't hug me but I did notice, since she wasn't wearing sunglasses, that she gave my physique the once over.

"Hey, look at you," she said, "I don't know that I would have recognized you. No more long hair."

"Yeah, well they seem to frown upon it in the corporate world," I replied, "but it looks like somebody now has my blonde locks."

"Ha, yeah I do, don't I?" she replied, "Well, sometimes a drastic change is in order."

"I like it," I told her, "I think it really suits you."

"Do you remember my mom?" she asked after contemplating what I'd just said for a moment.

"Actually, no I don't," I confessed, as I reached out to shake her hand, "although I assume we met at some point during all of the years that Carmen and I were in school together."

"Maybe," her mom replied, "but parents always seem to know more about who their kids are going to school with than the kids know about the parents. It's nice to see you."

"And this is JT," Carmen said as her son approached.

"Nice to meet you, JT," I said, shaking his hand. He looked to be about 10 or 11 and was very well-mannered.

"If you two want to take a walk along the beach and get caught up," Carmen's mom said, "I can keep JT out of trouble."

I don't know if she saw something that we didn't at the moment or if she was trying to initiate something but Carmen and I took her up on her offer and headed off along the beach.

"So your husband isn't going to mind that you're wandering off with me?" I asked, having noted that he obviously wasn't with them on the beach.

"Ex-husband, actually," she corrected, "What about you? You must have a special girl in your life."

This led to a discussion of my poor luck with women and how, although I'd been in a few long relationships, they ultimately didn't work out. She then filled me in on how she'd gotten married soon after graduating college to a guy who had really treated her well until they were husband and wife. Having JT hadn't helped their marriage but she felt like he was really a blessing in her life. Unfortunately, there were a lot of guys who weren't interested in a single mom, so she didn't have much of a dating life.

"So where did you say you were staying?" Carmen asked during a lull in the conversation. I stopped and looked at the buildings lining the beach until I saw the one that contained our rental, which we'd already walked past.

"Right there," I said, pointing back behind us just a bit.

"So if there is no girlfriend in the picture," she asked, "who are you staying with?"

I explained the situation with Jim and Rob and how I'd been able to come down early but they hadn't.

"It's a really nice place with a great view," I concluded, "You want to see it?"

I actually wasn't thinking about taking her up there to try to seduce her; I was just being polite.

"Sure," she replied, "I'd love to see it."

We turned around and headed back the way we'd just come then cut across the sand toward the building our rental was in. We were still just chatting and catching up so I still wasn't thinking about the fact that I was leading an attractive, available woman back to a private location where I'd left my bed unmade. Once we were inside, I showed her around, including the view. We stood out on the balcony enjoying the scenery from a higher vantage point.

"My mom has a great house," Carmen said, "but she doesn't have a view like this."

"That's one of the reasons we selected it," I explained, "When you're not on the beach, you still want to see the ocean, right?"

After enjoying the view for a few minutes, it seemed like we both turned toward each other nearly simultaneously. I hadn't even been thinking about whether I should try to kiss her or not, it just turned out to be one of those moments where we were both in sync when it came to that. Her arms went around my neck as my hands went to her waist and our lips were soon pressed together. It didn't take long before our tongues had slipped into each other's mouths and my hands moved down to her ass. Given that I was wearing only swim trunks, there was no way she couldn't have felt my cock growing against her abdomen. Her ass felt like it was perfect and I couldn't help pull her against my growing cock as I was massaging and squeezing it.

"Let's go inside," she said, breathlessly, pulling her mouth from mine. I released her and let her go through the door ahead of me so I could admire her ass. Visually it definitely didn't disappoint. I didn't think it was appropriate to lead her to my bedroom and not just because I hadn't bothered to make the bed.

"It's been a long time for me," she confessed, facing me again.

"Let me take care of you then," I suggested. I really wanted to get her naked and check out her body, not just jump on her and fuck her. I figured if I took care of her first, it would give me that opportunity and, if I could get her to cum a few times, I might end up being set for getting laid for my entire vacation. I kissed my way down along her neck while caressing her tits through her bikini top, feeling her hard nipples pressing outward. As I lowered my head further, I slid the straps off her shoulders and lowered her top to reveal her tits and was not disappointed to find that her hard nipples and moderately-sized areolas were as dark as I'd expected. As I started to alternately lick and suck each one, she held my head and moaned.

Moving my hands down from her tits as my lips and tongue continued to work on her nipples, I unfastened her bikini top, now around her waist, and let it drop to the floor. After running my hands over her ass again, I moved one around to caress her pussy through her bikini bottom. It sure didn't feel like there were any pubes there but I was very curious to find out for sure. I dropped to my knees before her and, after a quick glance up at her face, focused on the front of her bikini bottom, then started to slide it down. I ran my hands over her bare ass as I exposed it and, as her pussy was revealed, my suspicion that it was smooth was confirmed. My attention remained on the hairless, light-brown skin as her bikini bottom hit her ankles and she stepped out of it. I wanted to eat her pussy but I needed her to sit down and be comfortable first. Looking up along her body before making eye contact with her again, I couldn't believe that she was standing there naked before me, her tanlines highlighting the best parts.

"Your body is just amazing," I said, looking into her eyes from below, "but please sit down and get comfortable."

She'd blushed but didn't hesitate, sitting on the couch with her legs spread as I positioned myself on my knees between them. I kissed up her smooth, light-brown thighs until I was directly in front of her smooth pussy, which I admired briefly from that vantage point before running my tongue up her slit. She let out a moan that made it abundantly clear that she appreciated having her pussy licked and grabbed my head while starting to hump toward my face. I slurped up her pungent juices before slipping a finger into her and putting my tongue to work on her clit, making her moan even louder. Her pussy was saturated with her nectar and I knew it was going to feel incredible to slip into. I had no doubt at that point that I'd be fucking her before we departed even though I hadn't considered it a remotely realistic possibility earlier that day. Her pussy was so slick that I managed to slip a second finger into her along with the first and she started to sound like she was going out of her mind with lust.

I wasn't sure if it would take very long to get her to a satisfying orgasm when I'd first started but I was perfectly okay with eating her pussy for as long as it took and maybe even longer. I didn't know if she'd given any consideration to us ending up in this position after I'd first contacted her or if it had been entirely spontaneous, so I didn't know whether she'd gotten herself worked up beforehand or if that had all happened once we'd started kissing. Whatever the case, she seemed pretty fired up already when I'd started eating her and her pussy just continued to feel even wetter and more engorged the longer I was licking and sucking her clit while pumping my fingers in and out. At the same time, she seemed to be tensing up a little bit then trying to relax again, which I hoped was a good sign that she was experiencing a significant amount of pleasure. Her moans had turned into gasps and almost like panting and I was pretty confident that it wasn't due to pain or discomfort.

When she finally let out a cry and all the tension left her body as it started to shake, I did feel a sense of relief that I'd been able to make her cum. I continued to finger her pussy while licking and sucking her clit as her orgasm seemed to go on, though I'm not sure whether that prolonged it or not. I only quit when she went completely still, released my head and let out a content-sounding sigh. I sat back on my heels, sucking her juices off of my fingers while continuing to admire her hot body as she caught her breath.

"That was fantastic," she said when she could finally speak again, "Do you have a condom?"

I did but they were in my bedroom so I got up, my swimsuit tented out in front of me, and quickly grabbed one. I tossed it to her when I returned so that she could open it as I untied the drawstring on my swimsuit. She was watching as I pushed them down and my rigid cock sprung out, her eyes going wide. She handed me the condom, which I rolled down my tool, then I sat beside her on the couch and she swung her leg over me. Reaching down, she guided my cock to her pussy and lowered herself onto it. Even through the condom, her pussy felt amazingly hot and slippery as it engulfed my cock. She sat on it for a moment, her eyes closed, as I started to caress her hard nipples. She leaned in to kiss me again then started slowly to move up and down as we were making out. I ran my hands from her tits down over her smooth waist and around to her ass, caressing it as she rode me.

Since she started out slowly, I was able to really savor the feeling of her hot, slippery pussy sliding up and down my cock while also appreciating the feel of her ass against my palms. Even though she was riding me slowly, however, she was kissing me quite passionately which I took as a really good indication of how fired up she was. I wasn't sure whether the fact that she'd already had one orgasm would make having any additional ones even easier or not but, since she'd had that one, I was feeling less pressure and consequently was more relaxed. I could feel my own orgasm beginning to build as a result of how awesome her pussy felt but I didn't think she'd hold it against me if I couldn't hold out until she came again.

The longer we were going at it, the harder and faster she was riding me, and the quicker my orgasm was building. I was pushing up into her, as well, just wanting to experience the pleasure of her pussy on the full length of my cock. She ended up pulling her mouth away from mine and straightening up with her eyes closed while moaning even longer and louder. I was getting close to cumming but it seemed as though she might actually get there again before I did, not only based on the noises she was making but also on the fact that her pussy continued to feel even better the longer she rode my cock. I brought my hands up to caress her hard nipples and I don't know if that helped her along but it didn't take much longer before she dropped into my lap and just sat there. She let out a little cry of pleasure as I felt her body trembling.

While I continued to fondle her breasts and caress her nipples, I was watching the ecstatic expression on her face, feeling sublimely pleased that I had some involvement in putting it there. Her pussy still felt incredible wrapped around my cock but, since she was temporarily not moving, I could feel my orgasm back off just a bit. Despite sitting still on my cock, her orgasm seemed to go on pretty long, her body gradually going from continuous trembling to random twitching before she opened her eyes again. She smiled her incredible smile at me then gave me a quick kiss before starting to climb off of me.

"That was not only long overdue," she said, breathlessly, "but the perfect way to end a long drought."

"Glad to be of service," I replied, eyeballing her body before she knelt on the floor before me. She slipped the condom off of my still throbbing cock then pumped it in her petite fist as she lowered her head to lick my balls. My cock grew even harder and pulsed in her hand as I watched her tongue coursing over my scrotum. She looked up at me and smiled again with a twinkle in her eye, then wrapped her lips around my tool and slowly slid them down, engulfing me in her hot mouth. I moaned and ran my fingers through her blonde hair as she enthusiastically sucked my cock while pumping the base. I could feel my orgasm immediately beginning to build up again and was relishing the level of pleasure provided by her talented mouth.

We'd left the sliding door to the balcony open so I could hear the crashing of the waves and the calls of the seagulls as I sat on the couch and Carmen's blonde head bobbed up and down in my lap. I don't know that I could have conceived of a better start to a two-week vacation and was getting a pretty good sense that this wouldn't be the only experience I'd be having with her during my stay. My attention was on my cock disappearing into her mouth and the pleasure I was feeling as a result while my orgasm continued to build. As my cock became even thicker the closer I got to cumming, Carmen never even hesitated, continuing to skillfully suck me off. Even when I exploded into her mouth with a grunt, she didn't pause and just swallowed my load as her mouth slid up and down. It wasn't until I was completely spent and starting to soften that she let my cock fall from her mouth and looked up at me.




Carmen



"That was outstanding," I told her, leaning down to kiss her.

"I actually really enjoy sucking cock," she confessed, sheepishly, "so I was happy to do it. I haven't had an opportunity to in a while."

"I don't understand that," I said as I encouraged her to get up off her knees and sit next to me, "I think any guy would be grateful for an opportunity to get a blowjob from somebody who looks like you and has a body like yours and, most important, would enjoy doing it."

"Well, again, I'm a single mom so meeting the right guy is tough," she replied, "I didn't even manage to marry the right guy."

"Well you found me," I said, "or I found you but, whichever it is, I'm enjoying being naked with you so I hope we can find a way to keep doing this."

"You can bet on it," she replied, resting her head on my shoulder, "but I should probably get back to my kid and make sure he's not causing my mom any trouble."

We got up and both pulled our swimsuits back on then I got rid of the condom and wrapper as she closed up the sliding door. As we headed back along the beach, we agreed not only that we'd see each other later that night after JT went to bed but we'd also avoid any references to what had transpired in front of him or, even though she'd probably have figured it out, her mom. We hung out together for a good part of the day and, when we parted ways, Carmen said she'd let me know when JT was getting ready for bed so I could head over and meet her; I'd told her that I'd feel better if she wasn't walking alone.

She indulged me and allowed me to meet her outside her mom's place so that we could walk over to mine together. She was wearing a sundress and looked just as sexy to me as she had in her bikini. We kissed quickly, knowing that there was much more to come, then headed to my place holding hands. At one point as we waited for a traffic signal, she leaned toward me for another kiss and I slipped my hand around the small of her back. As we kissed, I dropped it to her ass and was pleasantly surprised to discover that I could not feel any panties through the thin material of her sundress.

"Are you wearing anything at all under that dress?" I asked as we crossed the street.

"You'll see soon enough," she promised. I could feel my cock starting to stiffen and was glad I'd worn underwear. When we got to the rental, I indicated for her to head up the stairs ahead of me, then flipped up the back of her dress and got a quick look at her bare, tanlined ass.

"Will you be patient?" she scolded, while laughing and running up the stairs faster. What I'm not sure she realized was that, as she moved faster, the hem of her dress was flipping up and showing me her sweet, bare ass anyway. I stayed far enough behind her to enjoy the view but not so far that I wasn't right there to let her in when she reached the door. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately first then unlocked the door and ushered her inside. I locked the door behind us then led her to my bedroom since I'd taken the time to make it more presentable than it had been that morning. At the foot of my bed, we made out again as I caressed her bare ass through her sundress.

"I have a favor to ask," she said after pulling her mouth from mine.

"Anything," I replied, though I was a little uncertain.

"Can we start out making love slowly and sensuously?" she asked, "It feels like we were kind of rushing before even though I know it was just being overcome with passion. I want to savor it a bit more this time."

"Of course," I replied, feeling relief. I knew we had a few more hours ahead of us before Jim and Rob showed up, though I suspected she'd need to be heading home before they arrived.

"Thank you," she said, "Now do you want to see what I'm wearing under this dress?"

"Desperately," I replied. She stepped back away from me and reached down for the hem, pulling the entire dress up over her head. As her body was revealed again, I couldn't do anything but stare at what I considered perfection while again feeling grateful for the opportunity to experience it. She cast her dress aside and posed naked before me as I continued to stare. She laughed at my attention then walked past me and climbed onto my bed, lying spread-eagle in the middle of it.

"You gonna stand there dressed all night?" she asked and I was immediately in motion. I whipped my shirt off and dropped it then unfastened my shorts and let them drop as well. My cock sprung out as my underwear followed then I grabbed a condom from the drawer in the nightstand beside the bed. I tore it open, rolled it on and was quickly up on the bed moving toward her awesome naked body. I lowered myself over her, kissing her as I guided my cock toward her smooth pussy. We both moaned as I slowly eased my cock into her and she raised her hips to accept my full length. Her pussy felt just as incredible as it had earlier that day but it also felt nice to have all of her bare skin against me. She had her arms around my neck and we went back to making out as I was slowly sliding my cock in and out of her. Although I had thoroughly enjoyed having her ride my cock out on the couch earlier, this was definitely nice, too.

When we'd been together earlier that day, I know it had come as a surprise to both of us, so all of our arousal came from that moment. This time, though, we'd both had a few hours to think about what we'd be doing once we were alone again. Given that, I think Carmen was actually even more worked up than she had been immediately after I'd eaten her to an orgasm earlier. Personally, I was feeling pretty good because it hadn't been so long since I'd had sex that I was concerned about shooting off immediately. That combination, I think, had us in a very good place where we could both savor the pleasure we were feeling without any kind of performance anxiety. At that moment, it was all about the togetherness and the closeness combined with the pleasure. That was one of the good things about the missionary position, though I usually felt that it was a little boring and unimaginative.

I maintained a slow, steady pace while relishing the feel of her hot, slippery pussy. I was supporting myself over her on my forearms while allowing as much of our skin to be in contact as possible without putting my weight on her. The longer we were fucking, the warmer we were getting, despite a breeze coming through the window. We soon had a thin sheen of sweat between our bodies, which I think just reflected our passion in spite of the slow pace. I did gradually fuck her harder and faster as I sensed that she was building up toward an orgasm. I wasn't trying to rush it; I just wanted to make sure that it occurred and I was afraid the slow pace might end up being just a tease. She seemed to be with me as she was rocking her hips with the rhythm and ultimately ended up pulling her mouth from mine so that she could softly moan.

I knew she would be cumming before I did but I'd have been perfectly happy to continue fucking her this way until I came, too, if that was what she wanted. As her moaning became more continuous and her pussy felt even hotter and more slippery, I was subtly picking up the pace until the bed was squeaking pretty steadily. I didn't know if we had downstairs neighbors but, if we did, they might have a pretty good idea of what was going on above them. The cry Carmen let out as she started to cum would have confirmed it if they heard it. I eased up the pace a little bit to try to draw the pleasure out and was just amazed that her pussy could actually continue to feel even better. When her body stopped shaking and she let out a long sigh, I was still slowly fucking her as I waited to see if she wanted me to keep going.

"I want to suck your cock now," she finally said, breathlessly.

"If you insist," I replied, "but I'd like to lick your smooth pussy while you do."

"Well, if you're going to twist my arm," she countered. I slipped my cock out of her as I got up on my knees and she sat up then slipped the condom off of me. Setting it aside, she got up on her knees as I lay on my back. She straddled my head while reaching for my cock and pumping it in her fist. As I was admiring her smooth pussy again, she wrapped her lips around my tool and engulfed it in her hot mouth. I had to moan as she started voraciously sucking my cock, apparently deciding that slowly and sensuously was no longer required. I relished her cocksucking for a moment as I ran my hands over her sweet ass before jutting out my tongue and running it along her hairless slit. She paused momentarily to let out a moan of her own, savoring the pleasure that my tongue was providing before going back to sucking my cock. I slurped up the juices that were flowing from her pussy as I enjoyed the sensation of her mouth sliding up and down my throbbing tool. I knew pretty quickly that, with her skill, it wouldn't be long before I was cumming down her throat and I didn't have a problem with that.

I was still running my hands over her soft, smooth ass cheeks but ended up bringing one hand down so I could slip a couple of fingers into her dripping pussy. I focused on licking and sucking her clit as I pumped my fingers in and out of her, causing her to moan again, though this time she did it with my cock still in her mouth. She was pumping the base of my cock as she moved her lips up and down, drawing my orgasm closer and closer. The level of pleasure I was experiencing was pretty intense and I had to credit her talent, which I'm sure had come as a result of her enjoyment of the activity. I wondered if she'd been a cocksucker back in high school and had a brief flash of her as a naked brunette with a nicely groomed bush getting ready to suck my cock. The awareness that the naked body I'd just imagined was looming over me might have been what actually pushed me over the edge. My cock was about as hard as it could be and I started to spurt into Carmen's mouth.

I only paused briefly as I was cumming to savor the feeling of blowing my load into her hot mouth then went right back to devouring her pussy with renewed vigor. She nursed my cock until I was spent but was soon moaning too much to continue. I could feel her pussy becoming wetter and more engorged around my pumping fingers and it wasn't very long after she'd swallowed my load that she started to cum herself. I kept pumping my fingers and licking her clit as she was cumming, which seemed to be a good long time. She finally climbed off of me when she'd apparently had enough.

"You're too much," she said as she snuggled naked next to me. We lay there together listening to the ocean and enjoying the breeze it was providing. She'd never said how long she could stay, though I was assuming it wouldn't be all night so I was enjoying having her beside me. I knew it would be a few minutes before I was ready to go again. When my phone rang, I realized it was still in my shorts on the floor.

"It's probably Jim or Rob," I explained as I jumped up to grab it, "letting me know that they're on their way. I'll find out how long it will be before they get here."

"Hey, we're finally on our way," Rob said when I answered, "We got groceries, we got beer but we're going to need your help to bring it all upstairs."

"Don't worry," I told him, "I'll be here. How long?"

"It's still going to be a couple of hours," he said, "Why? What are you doing?"

"I'm just lying here in bed with a very beautiful, very naked woman," I replied.

"My ass you are," he challenged.

"Say hi to Rob," I said as I handed the phone to Carmen.

"Hi, Rob," Carmen said into my phone, "I not only naked but completely satisfied sexually."

I didn't hear Rob's reaction but Carmen laughed then handed the phone back to me.

"Make sure she doesn't go anywhere," Rob said.

"I can't promise that," I told him, "but maybe she'll let me take a few photos for you."

Her eyes went wide as she shook her head then she appeared to reconsider and shrugged, as if to say "maybe."

"Rob, I have to go," I said, "I'll see you soon."

I hung up on him and turned to Carmen with my phone still in my hand. With that much time before Rob and Jim arrived, I didn't want to waste any of it.



Carmen



Este primavara, cald, frumos, soare, bine de tot!...

Este blonda, cu niste ochi albastri ca cerul, visatoare, din ce ma prind eu, frumoasa, tatoasa - parca un pic prea tatoasa pentru cei numai douaj' de anisori pe care-i are - cu o poponeata de milioane si niste craci numai buni sa-i iei si sa-i pui pe umeri...

Femeie adevarata, buna de pula ca la balamuc!...

Nu stau sa ma gandesc - arunc tigara, constient de gestul necivilizat si plec in urmarirea frumusetii...

Mi-e clar ca ma simte, apoi, brusc, se opreste si ma sfredeleste cu priviri otelite:

- Ce vrei? Necazuri? Vezi-ti de treaba ta si lasa-ma-n pace!...

- ... Dupa cum arati, sunt gata sa ma bag in necazuri, daca asta este singura varianta sa fac cunostinta cu tine!...

- ... Vezi-ti de drum, nataraule!...

- ... Stai, frumusete, nu da drumul la insulte inainte de a sti cu cine ai de-a face!...

- ... Hai ca, de-astia, ca tine, am mai intalnit! Fa pasi pe covoras si lasa-ma-n pace!...

- ...Asta-i buna! Asa o domnisoara frumoasa, plina de venin!...

- De unde stii tu ca nu sunt, deja, doamna?!?

- ... Pai... a doamna arati si... doamna esti, insa... nu in sensul marital al cuvantului!...

Refuza sa-mi stranga mana, asa ca ma recomand, pur si simplu, explicandu-i ca-mi place enorm de mult de ea si ca, daca as avea alta posibilitate, as face cunostinta cu ea in alte imprejurari...

In sfarsit, zambeste...

Carmen Zamora este numele meu - gata, m-ai cunoscut, asa ca... fa trei pasi pe covoras si fa bine sa ma lasi!...

In gandul meu, de motan pacatos, ma intreb:

- Cum sa te las? Gravida?...

In realitate, o intreb - de fapt, o blochez la mantinela, ca la hochei:

- Crezi ca scapi de mine inainte de a bea o cafea impreuna?!?...

- ... Vezi ca trebuie sa ma intalnesc cu barbatu-miu si, daca te vede, te bate de nu te mai ridici de jos!...

-... Frumoaso! Ai tu fata de femeie maritata, cum am eu fata de popa!... Hai, las-o balta!...

Iar se uita urat la mine...

Ajungem in dreptul unei terase - de voie, de nevoie, intra cu mine si ne asezam...

Total necorespunzator epocii in care se petrec evenimentele, apare, foarte prompt, o domnita si ne intreaba ce vrem...

Cer doua cafele, asezonate, daca se poate, cu ceva rom, sau cognac...

Fata-mi face cu ochiul si dispare...

Boarfa mica, din fata mea, ma ia la studiat...

- ... Credeam ca esti un golan, insa... se vede pe tine ca nu esti!...

Bun, macar atat!

- ... Chiar pari serios, cu toate ca, cel mai probabil, nu esti!...

Daca-mi mai da si doua palme, lucrurile sunt total rezolvate!...

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Batem drumurile, bulevardele, aleile, vreo doua saptamani...

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Suntem in pat - ma mir ca si-a dat jos, la intrare, pardesiul...

Are pe ea o rochie frumoasa, groasa, de primavara/iarna/toamna, insa nu ma lasa sa i-o dau jos nici cu militia!...

Ajung sa ma lupt cu ea:

- Mai femeie, lasa-ma sa te iubesc!...

- ... Adica, mai pe romaneste, tu vrei... altceva!

- Te vreau pe tine, frumoaso!...

- ...Pai da!... Ca toti barbatii!... Vrei sa profiti de mine!...

Imi vin dracii:

- Nu vreau sa profit, femeie! Vreau sa te fut! Asa, pur si simplu!...

- ...

Ramane interzisa, minute-n sir, fara replici sau alte initiative...

Ne sarutam ca nebunii, timp in care o mangai la lindic...

Isi da drumul - nu poate sa se ascunda!... 

E uda toata, insa nu ma lasa de nici o culoare!...

Se uita la ceas - este tarziu, asa ca trebuie sa plece acasa...

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O bag la capitolul proaste si... incerc sa o uit.

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Suna telefonul:

- Ce faci, ma mai tii minte?

- ... Nu, ca eu sunt cam talamb, de felul meu, asa ca... habar n-am cu cine stau de vorba! Scorpie ce esti!

- ... De ce esti rau?!?

- Aha! Nu-ti place tratamentul!

- ... Nnnnu!

- ... Ddddar eu cum crezi ca m-am simtit, plin, cu elan, cu toate cele, iar tu, uda toata, sa te cari la tine acasa?!?...

- ... Daca continui in stilul asta, sa stii ca inchid telefonul!...

- ... Pai da! Se pare ca lasitatea te caracterizeaza!...

- Tu ma faci lasa pe mine?!? Vin acum la tine si te bat de-ti sar fulgii!

- Hai, frumoaso, vino! N-am mancat in viata mea bataie de la o femeie, insa toate trebuie sa aiba un inceput!... Vino, ca am chef sa te bat de sa te caci pe tine - proasto!...

Habar n-are ca, in stilul asta, si-a pus-o de un futai in cur, cu, sau fara vrerea ei...

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O dezmierd ca pe-o regina - gat, urechi, sfarcuri, chiar o musc de pilozitatile de pe partea superioara a vulvei!...

Tipa si da din craci si din maini!...

Cand o patrund, se face liniste...

Dupa cinci minute, incepe sa geama...

Nu stiu ce mi-a facut, insa nici eu nu mai am mult...

Ma slobozesc pe burtica ei...

Nu-i dau nici un prosop, sau servetel- o las sa se tina cu mainile pe abdomen, in drum spre baie...

Doar ii comunic, scurt, ca relatia noastra a ajuns la sfarsit.



Carmen & Alyssa



Carmen leaned in to kiss her and their lips met. At first it was slow, deliberate. Every moment needed to be savored. Instinctively, Carmen's hand began to caress her face, gliding from her cheek to the nape of her neck. Her tongue easily slipped inside her lover's mouth, curiously caressing and searching.

Carmen couldn't believe this was happening yet she'd wanted it for so long. It seemed natural. She thought she'd be fumbling with what to do, what to say— if anything was to be said— or where to place her hands. But there was no doubt in her. She wasn't thinking about whether she was doing anything right. She wasn't thinking at all. Just feeling. Deeply. Passionately.

Their kissing had picked up rhythm. With each meeting of their lips, and greeting of their tongues, Carmen throbbed with heat. Her breathing became heavy, her heart racing. Soft, quiet moans began escaping her mouth, which surprised her and excited her even more. She opened her eyes and noticed that at this point, she had been straddling Alyssa in the opposite corner from where they started on the sofa. Alyssa had opened her eyes too and they shared a brief moment of unspoken words before they returned their mouths to one another.

Alyssa began guiding her fingertips up and down Carmen's smooth back. She could tell that with each passing, Carmen's body shuddered and she let out an uncontrollable "mmmm." Her fingers found their way to the front of Carmen's shirt and her thumb searched until it reached Carmen's firm nipple. The action sent a shock through Carmen, and she broke away from Alyssa's mouth to let out a hushed "ahhhhh." Alyssa kept massaging, enjoying how Carmen's body reacted to her touch. She began kissing Carmen's neck, gliding her tongue from Carmen's chin to her collarbone. Carmen held her, one hand behind Alyssa's head, the other stretched to the arm of the sofa, trying to keep their bodies steady.

Alyssa could feel herself slipping, losing control, becoming more in tune with Carmen's body and less present in the real world. The thought of what was happening made her heart skip a beat and she abruptly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Carmen breathed, her mouth still touching Alyssa's lips.

"Carmen," Alyssa whispered, trying to catch her breath, "we can't. We can't do— I can't do this."

This sudden hesitation caught Carmen off guard. Did Alyssa really want to stop? Why? Did Carmen do something wrong? She wanted to inquire why Alyssa needed to break what was between them but all that she could say was, "I want you."

Alyssa stared at Carmen whose eyes seemed to repeat the words.

Carmen lightly kissed her on the lips then moved her mouth to Alyssa's ear and slowly whispered, "I want to taste you."

Alyssa shivered and let out a sigh.

"I want to feel your tongue inside me." Carmen grabbed Alyssa's hand, which was still resting on her breast, and directed it below her navel, between her skin and her panties. She pressed Alyssa's fingers just a little farther, and Alyssa could feel Carmen's pussy throbbing. The sensation was almost as rhythmic as their hearts. Carmen's already wet pussy seemed to gush even more after feeling Alyssa's soft fingertips and Carmen let out a moan that she tried to quiet as it escaped.

Alyssa couldn't stop.

They returned to their passionate kissing. Neither knew how much time elapsed before Carmen got up, grabbed Alyssa's hand, and started guiding her to the bedroom. In that short walk, Carmen thought about all the times she fantasized about this moment. None of her illusions prepared her for what her body was feeling right now. She was on fire yet numb. Her stomach was in knots from excitement, waiting for the next free-fall. And like the ascent on a roller coaster, she was scared but thrilled. She was ready.

When they got to the doorway of her bedroom, Carmen kissed Alyssa and separated from her, dropping Alyssa's hand. She continued to stare into Alyssa's eyes as she backed away towards the bed. She raised her t-shirt above her head, dropping it to the floor. In the same fluid motion, Carmen slipped off her shorts, revealing her black-laced panties. She had determined that the last article of clothing was Alyssa's to take off or keep on, whichever she desired. Carmen sat on the bed and slightly leaned back, still peering into Alyssa, daring her. She wanted to say something erotic or sexy, something she knew would arouse Alyssa more but all Carmen could do was echo her earlier plea.

"I want you."

Alyssa leaned her body against the side of the doorway as she watched Carmen's deliberate movements. In just a few seconds, an array of thoughts went through her mind.

Did Carmen plan this? Did she know this would happen all along? Did I know? 

For a moment, Alyssa had the unction to run towards the door and leave Carmen's apartment. That thought was fleeting, and Alyssa felt herself being pulled closer to Carmen, as if she held some invisible magnet.

Carmen sat up on the bed once Alyssa stood in front of her. She began to take off Alyssa's jeans while Alyssa unbuttoned her denim shirt, revealing more of her smooth, tan skin. Carmen kissed her navel and guided Alyssa's jeans down her legs. Alyssa's body tingled as Carmen's lips began moving slowly below her navel. Alyssa opened her mouth, but only air seeped out of it. Carmen continued to kiss and nibble Alyssa's lower torso, simultaneously guiding her hands across Alyssa's firm butt cheeks. Alyssa reached behind her back to quickly unfasten her bra, releasing her silky breasts and already hard nipples. She grabbed Carmen's chin, and leaned down to kiss her.

Their tongues continued to passionately dance around each other as Alyssa gently pushed Carmen to lie back and climbed on top of her. Alyssa steadied her body on her right elbow and her other hand found its way back to Carmen's breast and began rubbing and pinching her nipple. The earlier sensation Carmen felt from this was intensified now that their bare skin was touching. Carmen reached down to grab Alyssa's cheeks once more, this time pushing Alyssa's waist closer to hers. At the same time, Carmen subtly started thrusting her hips, getting more and more aroused.

Alyssa began kissing and licking Carmen's neck and shoulder. Each section of Carmen's caramel skin that was explored by Alyssa's tongue made Carmen moan, and every time Alyssa found a spot she hadn't previously kissed, Carmen's moans became more intense.

Any earlier reservations Alyssa had were completely gone now. She could feel Carmen getting more and more excited and this enlivened Alyssa. She'd been with "first-timers" before. They all had an intense curiosity about them which heightened their senses. Every touch seemed to overwhelm them, even if they had been touched by a man in a similar way before. After some time, Alyssa found the whole process of having sex with a "first-timer" exhausting. But Carmen was different. Alyssa was engrossed in Carmen's curiosity and excitement. She couldn't help but be pulled into it. It was like they were embarking on some new journey together and Alyssa just happened to be a bit more familiar with the terrain.

Alyssa stopped kissing Carmen and slowly pushed herself up on both hands. Her dark brown hair fell down past her face and Carmen pushed one side of her long tresses back to tuck behind Alyssa's ear. As Carmen's hand grazed Alyssa's cheek, Alyssa turned her head to kiss it. She turned back to stare at Carmen who looked up at her. She had never looked more radiant.

"You are so fucking beautiful." Alyssa instantly wished she had said something more romantic but Carmen quickly reassured her with a smile. She continued in her head, You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my life and I think I'm falling for you. But I don't want to fall for you. I don't need to fall for you.  Alyssa just stared until her thoughts were interrupted by Carmen's soft whisper.

"Alyssa."

Instead of hearing her name, Alyssa thought she'd heard some exotic lyric from a beautiful love song and her heart skipped a beat again. Only this time, it didn't make her want to stop. She placed her lips back on Carmen's and they resumed kissing. It was more forceful but still full of passion. Alyssa reached down again. Bypassing Carmen's breast, she placed her fingers on top of Carmen's panties, just at her bikini line. She reached farther, still on top of the laced underwear, and pressed her fingers on top of Carmen's pussy. The panties were soaked.

Carmen leaned her head back, breaking the kiss as another moan crept out of her. "Uhhhh."

Alyssa kept her fingers in place and started moving her lips down from Carmen's mouth to her chin. Alyssa kissed and licked her way down Carmen's neck to the middle of her chest until her head was in between Carmen's breasts. For a second, she wasn't sure which one she wanted in her mouth but quickly decided on the one she had been ignoring for most of the night. Alyssa guided her tongue up the light brown mound until it reached the dark brown areola. She carefully circled her tongue on the darkened flesh, trying not to touch the nipple. Alyssa glanced up at Carmen who had her eyes closed, clearly in a state of ecstasy.

"Sssssss...uhhhh."

Alyssa smiled a little and circled her tongue one more time before she brought her mouth down and enclosed the nipple. She sucked on it gently then flicked it a few times with her tongue. Alyssa repeated the steps on the same breast before guiding her tongue to the other side and starting the process over again. She could tell it was driving Carmen crazy.

Carmen felt electric pulses travel from her nipples, down her spine, straight to her pussy. It throbbed even more and Carmen began to writhe in pleasure. In between moans, she managed to wonder how she never felt this sensation before. She knew her breasts were her personal turn-on. She thought her ex-boyfriend did a pretty good job in that department but when Alyssa's tongue touched her nipple, it—

"Unnnnhhhh."

Alyssa started to make her descent again. She walked her tongue down Carmen's belly, pausing at her navel to kiss it. She brought her tongue out again and licked along Carmen's bikini line from one end of her hips to the other. Alyssa softly bit the middle the panties, her teeth grazing a little of Carmen's skin. There was a small bow on the material that Alyssa grabbed with her teeth and pulled up, revealing Carmen's waxed pussy. She was a little surprised; she didn't think Carmen was the hairless type. She stretched the panties out a bit farther with her teeth then let go so that they hit Carmen's skin with a light snap. It didn't seem to bother Carmen as she continued to moan with her eyes closed, using her hands to massage her breasts after Alyssa had abandoned them.

Alyssa sat up on her knees and stared at Carmen briefly. Carmen had opened her eyes then, convincing herself that she needed to see what would happen next. Alyssa grabbed the sides of Carmen's panties and after a quick pause, she pulled them down off her smooth butt, then slid them up Carmen's legs which rose above Alyssa's head. Once Alyssa got Carmen's feet through the openings, she threw the panties to the side and separated Carmen's legs. There was no turning back now and Alyssa didn't want to anyway.

Carmen looked up at Alyssa, happy that she decided to retreat from her bliss to watch this angel unwrap her most precious gift. Carmen wanted to reach out and bring Alyssa close so she could kiss her but she couldn't move; she was too captivated in Alyssa's gaze. She was so captivated that she hadn't noticed that Alyssa snuck her hand towards Carmen's pussy. Carmen did  notice when Alyssa's thumb began gently rubbing the top of her pussy, massaging Carmen's clit.

"Oh my god," Carmen managed to get out. She closed her eyes again and leaned her head back, giving a long, eager sigh.

"I want to hear you say it again," Alyssa whispered.

"Wha—," Carmen couldn't get the words out and she barely heard what Alyssa said.

"Say it. Tell me how much you want me." Alyssa was in full control now; she knew she could make Carmen do almost anything.

"Uhhhh...I want you. I...mmmmm." Carmen reached one hand down to feel Alyssa's thumb as it continued to massage her clit. The other reached down too but Alyssa grabbed it with her free hand and brought it to her face. Alyssa licked Carmen's fingers and stuck them, one by one, into her mouth.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear you say it again."

Carmen thought she would explode. Her moans weren't enough for Alyssa. She had to beg.

"I want you to taste me," she said breathlessly, "I want to feel your tongue inside of me."

As if that was the password, Alyssa stopped massaging Carmen's clit and leaned down to kiss Carmen's inner thigh, closer to her knee. She pushed Carmen a little farther up the bed so that she could lie on her stomach. Her face was inches away from Carmen's pussy, but she didn't want to give Carmen the satisfaction yet. Alyssa mildly blew on each lip, pretending like she was cooling off hot tea.

Carmen knew Alyssa was teasing her and it made her go crazy. "Please."

Alyssa ignored her cries and moved her head back up. She licked Carmen's inner thigh again, moving her tongue down to Carmen's pelvis. She kept doing this, not realizing that her hair was slightly sweeping the top of Carmen's pussy each time she moved her head up and down. Carmen giggled which caught Alyssa off guard and made her pause to look up at Carmen.

"I'm sorry," Carmen, still giggling, propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at Alyssa. "That tickled a little."

Alyssa smiled. "You're so cute."

She moved up and kissed Carmen quickly then went back to her position facing Carmen's pussy. Alyssa didn't want to tease her any longer. She flipped her hair so that it fell to one side and out of the way. Alyssa slowly kissed Carmen's outer pussy lips, first pecking them as if they were just friends then including her tongue signaling that the friendship was over. Carmen was so wet that each time Alyssa kissed her, some of her juices got on Alyssa's lips. Alyssa licked her lips a few times, tasting how sweet Carmen was. She wanted to taste more.

Carmen didn't have the strength to keep herself propped up anymore and lied back down. She slipped back into her torrent of ecstasy as Alyssa continued to kiss her pussy.

"No parar," she whispered not realizing she spoke in her native language. "Mmmm...no se detenga, por favor."

Alyssa heard Carmen mumbling but couldn't make out the words. No matter, she wasn't concerned with what Carmen was saying. She could tell Carmen liked what she was doing because she'd grind her hips up closer to Alyssa's face whenever her lips parted from Carmen's pussy. Alyssa reached both her arms around Carmen's legs and pressed down on her hips to keep her steady. She finally kissed Carmen's clit, first pecking it then amorously kissing it with her tongue, making sure it was as passionate as when she kissed Carmen's mouth.

"Ahhhhhh."

Carmen grabbed and pulled her bed comforter, squeezing it as she continued to grind her pussy on Alyssa's face. She was getting hotter and hotter. Carmen shuddered as electricity shot through her, trying to find an outlet since her body couldn't contain it.

Alyssa began doing suction on Carmen's clit, sucking gently as her tongue still moved up and down just below. Because of the suction, Alyssa's mouth never parted Carmen's pussy and some of Carmen's juices began spilling into her mouth while the rest dripped down Alyssa's chin. Carmen's hips writhed some more and her moans grew louder and louder. Alyssa aborted her suction and lifted her head up.

"I don't want you to cum yet."

"Uhhhhh, mami, I was so close." Carmen bit her lip, grabbing her breasts and pinching her nipples.

"Not yet baby," Alyssa whispered as she smiled seductively at Carmen.

Alyssa brought one arm back around Carmen's leg keeping the other wrapped around her hip. Alyssa took her free hand and gently rubbed it on Carmen's whole pussy. She then took her index and middle fingers and glided them on top of Carmen's clit. Alyssa kept gliding and pressing her fingers down until the clit was between the two fingers. Her fingers continued the fluid motion and she used her other hand to reach down and pinch the top of Carmen's pussy. This made Carmen's clit protrude out a bit more and Alyssa kept massaging it between her fingers.

The sensation sent Carmen into a frenzy and she moaned so loudly it seemed more like a scream.

Alyssa stopped pinching and slid her fingers down. She wasn't sure if Carmen would appreciate internal stimulation after she seemed to be blown away by Alyssa's clitoral conquest. Alyssa gently slid her index finger inside Carmen's pussy anyway, pressing down lightly and moving it in a semi-circular motion. She was met with more of Carmen's sensuous moaning.

"Do you like that?" Alyssa didn't really expect an answer.

Carmen responded, "Mm-hmm."

Alyssa smiled. She moved her index finger back just enough so that she could insert her middle finger. This time she pressed down harder. Carmen thrust her hips up and Alyssa could feel her pussy muscles contract. She released her pressure. When Carmen's hips went back down, and her muscles relaxed, Alyssa pressed her fingers down again. This continued as Carmen kept thrusting up and down. At one point, Alyssa turned her fingers up and pushed them deeper into Carmen's pussy. She hooked them and could feel a ridged, fleshy mound. When Carmen shrieked again, Alyssa knew this was her g-spot. She pressed and pulled as Carmen thrust her hips.

Carmen felt like she was being fucked.

"Right there. Don't stop!"

Alyssa had no plans on stopping. While she kept applying pressure with her fingers, moving them in and out only a few times, she placed her mouth back on Carmen's clit and resumed her suction.

Carmen reached one hand down to touch the top of Alyssa's head while the other kept massaging her breast and pinching her nipples. The heat surrounding her was more intense. The electricity shooting through her body traveled faster. She bit her lip, trying to stifle another whimper. Carmen's thrusts became so forceful that Alyssa could no longer press her hips down. Alyssa's head moved up and down with Carmen's hips but her mouth never left Carmen's pussy. Alyssa sucked on her clit, moving her mouth up at times so that the suction was right above and her tongue massaged the clit. Alyssa made sure she kept her two fingers inside Carmen's pussy, alternating between applying pressure to Carmen's g-spot and then to the base of Carmen's pussy.

Carmen couldn't take it anymore.

"Uhhh! Unnhhh! I'm gonna cum!"

Her hip thrusts were faster, more intense. Alyssa had to move her knees up, positioning them below her chest, giving her a few more inches of height off the bed to accommodate for Carmen's hips going up. But her mouth never left Carmen's pussy. She wanted her to cum this time.

Carmen definitely had an orgasm before. She was sure of it. It was like waves of pleasure flowing through her body until she exploded, feeling like an erupting volcano. Her pussy throbbed and tingled. Her body quivered. She had an orgasm before.

But it wasn't like this.

The waves were more intense; she felt like they violently rocked her body. The electricity shooting through her finally found an outlet through her fingers, her toes, and her clit. She felt like she was trapped in a tinfoil cocoon since her body was engulfed in heat. Her legs shook and she arched her back as the quiver shot up her spine causing her whole body to spasm. She tried to open her eyes but her surroundings seemed blurry so she quickly shut them.

It continued. The waves. The electricity. The heat. The spasms.




Carmen & Alyssa: An Afternoon Snack



As the sunlight hit her face, Carmen began to wake up. She opened her eyes to see nothing in front of her, even though it seemed like Alyssa's beauty was just next to her. Carmen looked around then sat up to scan the room.

"Alyssa?" No answer.

She couldn't have left. It was only— she glanced over at the clock on the wall. Nine. She had to work.

Carmen knew Alyssa worked early on Saturday mornings. She figured Alyssa spent the night and snuck out early that morning without waking her. She got up off the bed, wrapping the blanket like a towel around her naked body. She went into the living room to get her phone off the coffee table. When she glanced at the sofa, she grinned, remembering how last night began. Grabbing her phone and its charger, Carmen went back into her bedroom and immediately called Alyssa. It rang a few times before Alyssa's voice came on.

"Hi, you've reached Alyssa Smith. I'm not available right now—"

Carmen listened to the greeting, half-smiling at the sound of Alyssa's formal voice. When the greeting ended, Carmen began talking. She stumbled and stammered through her message, not really knowing what to say. She actually expected Alyssa to answer the phone. Why would she answer the phone at work? Even if she did, what the hell were you going to say? Carmen remembered she was leaving a voicemail and her thoughts only sounded like a long, awkward silence over the phone. "Anyway, call me when you get this, please," she ended the message, "See you later."

Carmen touched the 'end call' button on her phone's screen and threw it across the bed. She lied back down. "Well, you couldn't have sounded any dumber," she said to herself, shaking her head. Carmen closed her eyes, hoping that she could instantly forget about the mishap. Instead she thought of Alyssa frowning as the message played back. She sighed, "So, so stupid."

Carmen opened her eyes, looked around at the room again, and then at her bed. Her comforter was slightly crumpled, and twisted. Not in the smoothed out, neat condition she left it in yesterday morning. She turned her head and her nose got a whiff of a familiar scent. She rolled on her side a little so she could press her nose on the spot at a closer angle.

It was Alyssa's perfume.

Carmen took a sharp breath in, trying to take in as much of the sweet smell as she possibly could. She shifted to lie flat on her back again. The scent triggered more memories from last night and Carmen closed her eyes as if she was watching a movie. First, Alyssa's smile and laugh came into focus. Then her soft and supple lips. Carmen imagined kissing her. She imagined Alyssa's tongue slowly moving down Carmen's belly while staring up into her eyes...

Carmen jumped when she heard her phone ring. She was so engrossed in her fantasy/memory of Alyssa that everything around her went silent until the ringtone snapped her out of the trance. She reached across the bed, hoping it would be Alyssa calling. It wasn't.

"Hey, Shannon. What's up?"

"I want to know every single detail. Don't leave out a thing."

"What?"

"Don't play dumb with me, missy! You know what I'm talking about. I want to know what happened between you and Alyssa. Tell me everything," Shannon pressed.

"Shannon," Carmen sighed. Shannon was Carmen's best friend but she was also very meddlesome. "There is nothing to tell."

"You're lying."

"I'm no—"

"Carmen," Shannon cut her off before she could finish, "I've known you long enough to know when you even sound like you're lying," she laughed. "Now, spill it!"

Carmen thought for a moment that maybe she shouldn't tell Shannon about last night, but she knew Shannon would keep prodding. Besides, they had been friends since they were ten and shared everything with each other. Shannon was the only person who knew how Carmen felt about Alyssa. She was going to know what happened eventually.

"Okay, okay," Carmen sighed, sitting up on her bed. "There is something to tell."

"I knew it!" Shannon squealed. "Let's go. Spill the beans!"

Carmen chuckled at her excitement. "Well, we went to Tavern, as usual, for happy hour. We had a couple of drinks—"

Shannon interrupted once more. "Sweetie, spare me the boring details and get to the good stuff. What happened when you told her that you had feelings for her?" She was always the one to get straight to the point.

"Well, it was here at my place. We were supposed to be watching a movie but we just talked the whole time. And when I finally got up enough courage, I told her that I think I liked her as more than just a friend," Carmen paused. "One thing led to another. We started kissing—"

"Wait, whoa! Back up! One thing led to another?" Shannon repeated incredulously. "What the hell was the one thing that led to kissing?!"

"Really?" Carmen laughed and shook her head. "I don't know. After I said that I liked her, it just felt like a huge relief."

"Right. And what did she say?"

"Not much. She just said she was surprised and that she really cared about me," Carmen paused again, trying to remember the details. "To be honest, she didn't say too much because, well, I kind of kissed her," Carmen clinched her eyes closed and waited for a response.

"You kissed her?" Shannon asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Carmen confirmed. "It just happened! I don't—I don't know what came over me. I just really wanted to kiss her. And...she kissed me back."

"Oh shit! You little vixen!" Shannon yelled and teased.

Carmen chuckled. "Shut up."

"Hey, I'm not the one who had a make-out session with my friend, okay? I mean you're cute and all, but—" She laughed mid-sentence.

"Very funny," Carmen laid the sarcasm on thick. "You're a real comedian."

"Whatever," Shannon ignored her, "so, what happened after you made out? Are you guys together now or what?"

"Not exactly."

"What happened? Did she just leave without talking to you about everything?"

"No."

"What?" Shannon sounded genuinely confused. "Well, what the hell happened?"

"Well, umm," Carmen stammered trying to answer. "Well, we kissed and umm, we kept kissing. And uhhh—"

Shannon's loud gasp cut Carmen off again. "You didn't! YOU DID NOT!"

Carmen's silence spoke volumes.

"Oh my god! WHAT?! You had sex with her?!" She was screaming now. "Just last week you weren't even sure if you were into girls, now you're fucking them?!"

Carmen rolled her eyes. "I hate you."

"Man, you have some big balls!" Shannon's voice was still loud. "And you must have a lot of game if you pulled Alyssa that quickly."

"I didn't 'pull' her," Carmen defended, "it just happened. I didn't plan on it going that far."

"Uh huh, sure," Shannon paused for a second then chuckled. "So, vixen, how was it?"

"Okay, that's enough," Carmen decided that's where the conversation needed to end. She was getting more and more embarrassed. "I have to go."

"Don't think you're getting out of this, Carmen. We will finish this later." Shannon sounded confident.

"Yeah, okay." Carmen definitely wasn't ready to tell Shannon about that part of last night, no matter how close they were. What she shared with Alyssa seemed sacred, just between the two of them. "I love you, but I need to shower."

"I'm sure you do," Shannon chuckled.

"Ugh. Goodbye!"

"Ha! Bye!"

Carmen ended the call and immediately got up off the bed, letting the blanket fall to the floor. She walked into her bathroom, which was bright from the sun shining through the skylight window. She turned on the faucet in her tub, quickly turning the knob for the showerhead. As the water got hotter, she thought about how she got slightly aroused earlier just thinking about Alyssa. Then she thought about her earlier voicemail.

Carmen went back to her bed and grabbed her phone. She called Alyssa again, this time sure of what she would say.

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Alyssa yawned at her desk and looked at the time on the bottom of her computer screen.

9:03. Arrrggh, three more hours to go.

She had only been at work for two hours but had been wide awake since five o'clock this morning and practically up since three. Once she left Carmen's apartment, she went home, took a shower, and got in bed. Though, she had a difficult time sleeping. She couldn't stop thinking about Carmen and their passionate night together. Every detail replayed in her mind. Every touch. Every kiss. This morning, Alyssa had decided that whatever they shared, last night was the end of it. But as one part of her brain swore to forget Carmen, another part kept thinking about her. A warm tingle ran through her every time she thought of Carmen's lips. Her heart skipped a beat every time Carmen's voice echoed in her head, "I want you." Yet, she kept repeating to herself, "Alyssa, you can't do this. Don't fall for her."

As if she had thought Carmen into existence, Alyssa's phone buzzed on the desk and she saw that it was Carmen calling. Her internal conflict flared up once more. She turned her head away, trying to ignore the buzzing but then decided to pick up the phone, her heart beginning to race as she reached to accept Carmen's call. Just then she heard a knock at her door.

"Come in."

Her co-worker, Brent, stepped in. "Hey, we got that meeting in 2 minutes. You ready?"

"Yeah." Alyssa glanced back down at her phone. It had already gone to voicemail. "I'm coming right now." She had dodged that bullet for now. She grabbed her planner and a pen, along with her phone, then got up from her desk to head for the door.

"Do anything fun last night?" Brent asked.

"No, not really. Just hung out with a friend." Alyssa gave a fake smile to go with the lie.

Alyssa worked at Canton X Productions, an event productions and planning firm. Every Saturday morning, she and her co-workers came in to make sure the weekend and upcoming events that her firm hosted were running on schedule. They only had a meeting when something about an event had to be changed. Alyssa hoped it wouldn't last long. She and Brent entered the conference room and hurried to two seats that were at the far end of the long, glass table, near the back corner of the room. Her supervisor began talking just as Alyssa sat down. She quickly realized that the event being discussed was one of the few she hadn't been involved with. She groaned a little, getting ready to pretend like she was paying attention for however long. It didn't take her long to start daydreaming.

After what seemed like an eternity, Alyssa jumped a little when her phone buzzed in her lap. She glanced down. It was Carmen again. And it was only nine thirty-five. "Have we really only been in this meeting for thirty minutes?" she whispered to Brent.

He rolled his eyes, "Let's pray it ends before we die."

Alyssa chuckled quietly. She reached down and touched the ignore button on her phone's screen. At least the meeting forced her to make a decision. Alyssa looked back up, feigned attention. Only five minutes later, her phone buzzed again. It was a text from Carmen.

A confused look came over Alyssa's face. She wondered if it was an emergency but she didn't want to be too distracted from the meeting just in case her supervisor asked her something. So she ignored the text and decided to look at it later. Her phone buzzed a second time, a third almost immediately followed. Alyssa looked down. It was two more texts from Carmen.

Okay, she knows I'm at work? Why does she keep texting me?

Alyssa picked up her phone, still keeping it slightly under the table, and unlocked it. She went to her messages, saw three new texts from Carmen, and opened them. The first one read:





Carmen & Alyssa: An Afternoon Snack



"We could do that."

"Well, we don't have to," Alyssa sensed Carmen didn't feel like walking. "What do you want to do?" She turned her head to Carmen who was already staring at Alyssa from the passenger seat.

"Whatever you want to do." The implicit meaning behind her words was clear to Alyssa.

They stared at each other for what seemed like forever, until Alyssa leaned towards Carmen, her elbow on the armrest between them. Carmen quickly met her halfway and their lips touched again. As if their kissing had never stopped, all the passion and heat from last night returned to their bodies. They caressed each other's faces while their tongues massaged each other. Carmen gently bit Alyssa's bottom lip then moved her head back slightly making Alyssa move closer just so their lips could touch again. Alyssa started kissing Carmen's neck and her hand moved under Carmen's dress and grabbed her thigh, pulling Carmen closer to the driver's side of the car. They would have been straddling each other if it weren't for the console between them.

Alyssa managed to break the kiss but kept her face touching Carmen's. "Let's go to my place," she whispered, breathing heavily. Her house was only five minutes away.

Carmen just nodded, sticking her tongue out to graze Alyssa's lips before they kissed again. She was actually thinking, Let's just do it here, but quickly realized they were in broad daylight and maybe parking lot sex was farther down the "things to do with Alyssa" list.

They continued kissing and groping each other for a while, neither having enough strength to stop. It wasn't until a car pulled into the empty space next to them and they heard the car doors opening that they paused and looked over. It was a middle-aged couple. The woman tried her best to look away from Alyssa's car, while the man flashed a quick smirk in their direction before joining his partner.

Alyssa and Carmen both giggled. "Maybe we should go," Alyssa said, turning the key in the ignition.

"Yeah," Carmen agreed. She fixed her dress and sat down in her seat. "Don't want to give them a show." They both snickered.

Alyssa quickly pulled out of the space and drove her car around the parking lot to exit. Once she was on the main road, Alyssa found herself going slightly above the speed limit. All of sudden, her house was farther away then she liked it to be. To make matters worse, she seemed to be getting all the red lights and caught behind slow drivers.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." Alyssa had reached the last red light exasperated.

"Hey," Carmen smiled seductively. She leaned over and kissed Alyssa, biting Alyssa's lip again. "We're almost there," she whispered. She leaned back to her side but grabbed Alyssa's right hand at the same time. Keeping her hand on top, Carmen guided Alyssa's hand up her thigh, pushing the bottom of her dress up. Just as she had done last night, Carmen let Alyssa feel how wet she was by pulling her panties to the side and pushing Alyssa fingers inside her pussy. Carmen let in a sharp breath but she looked at Alyssa the whole time, never moving her eyes away from hers. She took Alyssa's hand out from under her dress and brought it to her face. Carmen licked each finger before placing Alyssa's index and middle fingers in her mouth and sucking them in and out.

Alyssa closed her eyes and breathed heavily. Her pussy was throbbing now. "You're going to make me crash this car." She spoke in a low, raspy voice.

Carmen smiled and took the fingers out of her mouth. "You can have your hand back now," she spoke in a sensuous voice. "The light is green."

Alyssa opened her eyes and shook her head. "You are so bad." She refocused her attention on the road, pressed on the gas and quickly took off. They were only a few blocks away now.

Once they got to Alyssa's block, as if the universe felt bad for all the red lights and snail drivers, there was a parking spot right in front of Alyssa's brick row home. She did the best, rushed parallel parking job she could, turned off the engine, then practically jumped out of her car. Carmen was quicker as she was already making her way around the car to join Alyssa on the sidewalk. Alyssa kissed her before turning to walk up the concrete stairs. She quickly unlocked the door and stepped inside, not realizing that Carmen wasn't right behind her. When Alyssa turned around, she looked at Carmen who was still standing at the bottom of the stairs, biting her lip and flashing an evil grin.

"Stop teasing and get in here. Now." Alyssa commanded her.

"Okay, okay," Carmen giggled. She walked up the steps, slowly still, but once she got to the top, Alyssa grabbed her dress and pulled her across the threshold.

In one sweeping motion, Alyssa slammed her door shut, locked it, and pushed Carmen back against it, kissing her. It was forceful; they kissed each other with a purpose. Their movements were quick but their tongues knew where to land every time they touched. They began undressing each other: Carmen pulled Alyssa's blazer off, and Alyssa reached behind Carmen's back to unzip her dress, and then began lifting it up, pulling the dress above her head. Carmen lifted her arms, but when the dress passed her head, she could tell Alyssa stopped pulling. Alyssa held Carmen's arms above her head while they were tangled in the dress.

"I kind of like you like this," Alyssa spoke softly. She brought her tongue to Carmen's lips but pulled back right when Carmen brought her head forward to kiss her. Alyssa was doing the teasing now.

Carmen played along. "Why?"

"Because," Alyssa licked Carmen's neck and kissed her collar bone, "I get to do this." She pushed her right hand into Carmen's panties, keeping Carmen's arms pinned with her left. Alyssa's fingers knew exactly where to go, they had become so familiar with every inch of Carmen's body. "And you can't stop me."

Carmen moaned the instant she felt Alyssa's fingertips on her clit. Alyssa was right. Carmen couldn't move her arms and her legs were getting weak. Alyssa was in control and Carmen couldn't stop her if she tried.

"Do you want me to stop?" Alyssa whispered in her ear.

"No," Carmen groaned and shook her head, "don't stop." Alyssa was slowly massaging her clit and kissing her neck. It was driving Carmen crazy not being able to touch her.

Alyssa brought her face back up to Carmen's and their forceful kissing resumed. She lifted the dress completely off, freeing Carmen's arms, but her fingers kept moving in slow circles around Carmen's clit. Carmen immediately began unbuttoning Alyssa's jeans and then tugged on Alyssa's t-shirt, forcing her to stop massaging so Carmen could get the shirt and bra off. Once she was free of the clothing, Alyssa returned her hand to its favorite place. They kept kissing. Even in the chaos of trying to get each other's clothes off or in the middle of their moaning, they made sure they brought their lips back together.

Alyssa pulled Carmen by the waist, away from the door. She intended to walk towards the stairs, but Carmen moved towards the sofa instead. Carmen pushed her down and immediately straddled her. "This seems a bit familiar," Alyssa joked, referencing how Carmen had her pinned on a sofa last night.

"I kind of like you like this," Carmen whispered, mimicking Alyssa.

Alyssa grinned and reached her hands around Carmen to undo the clasps in her bra, releasing her perfect breasts and hard nipples. Alyssa quickly brought her mouth down on one, sucking the nipple and licking around the breast. Carmen leaned back, moaning in ecstasy, and Alyssa wrapped her arms around her to hold Carmen close while she slowly moved her tongue to Carmen's other breast, making sure she didn't neglect it.

"Uhhh. Alyssa," it was a whispered moan Carmen managed to get out, "I...want you...inside me."

Alyssa's favorite words. She had thought about Carmen saying "I want you" all morning and the words still had some kind of power over Alyssa. She looked up at Carmen, who was biting her bottom lip with her eyes closed, and then she slowly slid her right hand back into Carmen's panties. She briefly grazed Carmen's clit with her fingertips before she reached farther and slid two fingers inside Carmen's pussy.

Carmen gave a high-pitched moan of approval.

Alyssa kissed and licked her breasts one more time before she leaned back onto the sofa, slightly separating their bodies. She watched Carmen grind her hips as Alyssa's fingers penetrated her. Alyssa bent her thumb so it could be on Carmen's clit then rubbed circles around it while moving her fingers in and out. She could feel Carmen's body shiver as her hips moved faster. Alyssa brought her left hand up to caress the side of Carmen's face and Carmen grabbed her fingers and started sucking them just as she did in the car.

They stared at each other, communicating silently as Carmen's thrusts got faster. Alyssa moaned with her, aroused from watching Carmen get closer to her climax. She frantically rubbed her thumb from side to side on Carmen's clit, and it sent her over the edge.

"Ahhhh-ahhh-hhh!"

Carmen's voice trembled along with her body. She leaned forward to grab Alyssa so she could keep her body steady as the spasms shot through it. Alyssa brought her face to Carmen's, sticking her tongue inside Carmen's mouth while she moaned. Carmen had to catch her breath first, letting Alyssa's tongue flick hers until she could kiss her properly. They kissed slowly, Carmen's body still quivering. Alyssa carefully slid her fingers out of Carmen's pussy and brought her hand up to Carmen's mouth. Carmen licked the sticky fluid and then opened her mouth wider so that she could suck the juices off of Alyssa's fingers.

Carmen flashed that evil grin again.

"Upstairs." Alyssa ordered.

They quickly got up off the sofa. Alyssa grabbed Carmen's hand, leading her up the stairs and then turned the corner to go into her room. Alyssa's master bedroom was bigger than Carmen's room at her apartment. There was a queen-sized bed with a dark cherry, wooden frame in the center of the tidy room right across from the doorway. The windows behind the headboard were dressed in wooden blinds which were similar in color to the frame. They were slightly opened, letting the sun rays from the bright afternoon seep into the room at different angles.

Alyssa walked over the foot of the bed and turned around. She quickly peeled her jeans off, the only thing Carmen didn't get a chance to take off of her. She slid her bikini briefs down and Carmen slid her soaked panties off as she watched Alyssa. Once they both were completely naked, Carmen walked over to Alyssa and they continued the forceful kissing that had started at the front door. Alyssa grabbed Carmen's firm butt cheeks while Carmen squeezed Alyssa's breasts. She licked Alyssa's nipples before she playfully shoved Alyssa back onto the bed.

Alyssa giggled, "Feisty today, are we?" She pushed herself farther up the bed, turning to push her decorative pillows onto the floor.

Carmen bit her lip, giving a sly grin as she climbed onto the bed, crawling towards Alyssa until she was kneeling between her legs. Alyssa had two tattoos on her lower hips: three quarter-sized stars on her right side, and red lips on her left. Carmen bent down and kissed the left tattoo, matching her lips to the imprint. Alyssa's body shuddered.

Carmen looked up at Alyssa and smiled. She sat up, still on her knees, and stared at Alyssa while she lightly brushed her hand down Alyssa's pussy. She had a neatly trimmed patch of hair at the top, shaped similar to a triangle which pointed towards her clitoris as if to say "this way." The rest of her pussy was smoothly waxed, and when Carmen brushed her hand back up, her short fingernails grazed Alyssa's outer labia.

Alyssa shuddered again and chuckled. "You are such a tease."

Carmen grinned, "I like teasing you." It was the truth. Carmen enjoyed doing things she knew would excite Alyssa. She never had that kind of effect on her boyfriends before. At least they didn't show it.

Alyssa put a pillow under her head and then grabbed Carmen's arm pulling her forward. Carmen kissed Alyssa briefly, trying not to be rerouted from her initial destination. She brought her head down, stopping at Alyssa's tattoos to kiss them again. She looked up at Alyssa who was watching her, flashed a teasing smile one more time, and then stuck out her whole tongue, placing it at the base of Alyssa's pussy and slowly gliding it up past her clit.

Alyssa gasped and her body gave a quick tremor. "Ohhh, fuck."

Carmen showed a pleased smirk on her face. She stuck her tongue out again, this time licking Alyssa's inner pussy lips and sucking on them. Alyssa moaned and trembled. Her tremors came in pairs. She'd shudder twice before her muscles would relax until Carmen put her tongue back on Alyssa's pussy, then her body would jerk twice again.

"Uhhhhhhh." Alyssa propped herself on her elbows so that she could watch Carmen.

Carmen was looking up at her too as she kissed Alyssa's pussy then sucked on her clit. Carmen licked the hood of her clit before sticking out her tongue again and gliding it up and down Alyssa's pussy.

"Ohhh-hhh, fuck, that feels so good" Alyssa closed her eyes as she moaned.

Since she liked it, Carmen kept doing it. She slid her whole tongue up and down, making sure she lingered a little on Alyssa's clit before sliding her head back down again. Alyssa opened her eyes once more and looked down at Carmen. She started grinding her hips, producing the up and down motion herself while Carmen kept her tongue out and her head still. Alyssa bit her lip as she fucked Carmen's face. It was so erotic. After a few more hip thrusts, Carmen put her mouth around Alyssa's clit and massaged it with her tongue while sucking so that her mouth was glued to Alyssa's pussy.

Alyssa fell back on the pillow, arching her back. "Fuck, I love your tongue right now."

Carmen giggled a little, lifting her head. She reached her left hand up, squeezing Alyssa's breast and nipple. Carmen brought her other hand up and squeezed Alyssa's pussy lips together, making her clit protrude a little. Carmen licked the crease of Alyssa's pussy as she squeezed, flicking the clit with her tongue.

"Ohh-hhh my god," Alyssa gasped. "Fuck! You are so good at this." Alyssa still couldn't believe Carmen didn't need much guidance on what to do down there. She's a fucking pro, Alyssa thought to herself.

Carmen smiled, happy that she could please Alyssa as much as Alyssa pleased her. "I want you to come for me."

"I'm going to," Alyssa moaned, her voice trembling, "don't stop."

Carmen stopped squeezing Alyssa's pussy but kept her tongue on Alyssa's clit, massaging it and kissing it like she had done before. Alyssa grabbed Carmen's left hand, which was still pinching her nipple, and interlocked their fingers. Her tremors stopped coming in pairs as her whole body shook. Alyssa stared into Carmen's eyes, watching her head bob up and down as Alyssa thrust her hips faster. When Alyssa felt herself about to burst, she reached down and grabbed Carmen's head.

"Ohhh fuck! Yeah...yeah," she moaned loudly then gasped, "uhhhhhh!" A jolt went through her body as she came. She winced a little; the orgasm was strong. While she could still feel her body exploding, she sat up slightly and pulled Carmen's face up. "Come here." Alyssa pulled Carmen until she fell on top of her and they kissed passionately. Alyssa's body was still shaking, her orgasm not fully over yet.

Carmen laughed a little between kisses. "Did you enjoy that?" She couldn't get over how excited Alyssa had become.

"Mmhmm." Alyssa confirmed. Then she quickly flipped their bodies over, so that she was on top of Carmen. "But you are in so much trouble now."

Carmen flashed a devious grin across her face. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah," Alyssa reciprocated Carmen's sly smirk and sat up. "Turn around."

Carmen bit her lip in anticipation. Best lunch date ever.

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"Okay...Megan Fox, Christina Hendricks, or Michelle Rodriguez?"

They were in Alyssa's bed, cuddled closely to one another. Their legs were tangled together as they both lied on their sides under the soft bedsheets. Carmen and Alyssa never left the house. Once they finished their "afternoon snack," as Alyssa called it, they took a quick nap before waking up a little after six o'clock, both feeling hungry. Neither felt like going out again, so they showered, put on some comfortable clothes from Alyssa's wardrobe, and headed down to the kitchen, eating whatever they had an appetite for.

After watching random movies and playing silly games that Carmen thought up, they went back up to Alyssa's room where their kissing quickly turned into more passionate sex. They finally collapsed onto one another and were now lying face to face, holding each other, drifting in and out of sleep. The only thing keeping them awake was another of Carmen's silly games.

Alyssa sighed, "Carmen, come on. This is so dumb."

Carmen chuckled, "Just pick one. Humor me." They both spoke softly; they're faces only separated by a few inches.

Alyssa sucked her teeth, her heavy eyes closed from exhaustion. "Michelle."

"Hmm, interesting. Why?"

"She's Latina, right?"

"Well, if the name didn't give it away," Carmen said sarcastically.

Alyssa laughed. "Well, I'd do her. She's probably like you in bed."

Carmen frowned. "Just 'cause she's Latina?"

"No, because she probably speaks Spanish when she's having sex," Alyssa slightly opened her eyes, "like you do."

"I only did that once."

"Sweetie, you did it earlier today, last night, and a few minutes ago," Alyssa reminded her.

"Last night? I don't remember that."

"Maybe it's because you blackout whenever you start coming," Alyssa teased. Carmen had pretty powerful orgasms. Alyssa thought the first time was just due to circumstance until it kept happening.

Carmen, who felt a little embarrassed, pinched Alyssa's arm. "I do not black out."

"Owww!" Alyssa frowned. "What?! I think it's cute." She laughed at Carmen's blushing.

"Whatever." Carmen pretended to be angry then smiled and caressed Alyssa's arm where she just pinched her. "Sorry." She stared at Alyssa, who closed her eyes again, ready to drift back to sleep. "What do I say?"

"I'm not the one who speaks Spanish," Alyssa snickered.

"I mean, does it sound weird?"

"No. Whatever you're saying, it sounds really hot." She lifted her head and kissed Carmen on the lips before laying it back down on the pillow. "I like it. It's very sexy."

Carmen smiled. "What else do you like? About me?"

Alyssa lifted her eyes, "In bed or just in general?"

Carmen pondered. "In general."

Alyssa looked at her for a moment and joked at first, "Your tongue, definitely." They both laughed.

"Be serious!"

"Okay," Alyssa giggled. She stared at Carmen for a brief minute then replied, "Your eyes. When I first met you, that was the first thing I thought about," Alyssa remembered. "I said to myself, 'Damn, she has beautiful eyes.' And I thought you were really sexy."

Carmen smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"So, did you have a crush on me this whole time we were friends?"

"In the beginning, I did," Alyssa replied honestly. "Then I found out you were straight and I thought, 'That sucks. Oh well.' I have a strict 'no-straight girl' policy." Alyssa paused and looked at Carmen. "Well, had a strict policy."

Carmen chuckled but the statement made her a little uneasy. Am I a lesbian now? She tried thinking back and couldn't remember any other women she was sexually attracted to before Alyssa. But if she enjoyed sex with a woman, that must make her a lesbian or at least bisexual. Carmen decided that one thing was for certain: she loved Alyssa. Whatever label she had now because of her feelings, she'd gladly accept it.




Carmen & Alyssa: An Afternoon Snack



"Hey," Alyssa interrupted Carmen's thoughts by caressing her face, "what are you thinking about? You get quiet when you think."

Carmen smiled and then tensed up, nervous about what she was about to say.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Alyssa noticed Carmen's body language had suddenly changed. She shifted and sat her head up on her left arm, now slightly above Carmen.

"Alyssa," Carmen paused before proceeding, "did you mean what you said to me last night?"

Alyssa gave a confused look. "Did I mean what?"

Carmen tried to find the courage to ask her question, just like she found it last night when she told Alyssa about her feelings. "Before you left my apartment, you told me you loved me. Did you mean that?"

Alyssa's heart started beating so fast, she was sure Carmen could hear it thumping through her chest. She had confessed to Carmen at lunch that she left her apartment in the middle of the night instead of that morning. She still didn't think Carmen was awake when she whispered the words in her ear.

Alyssa's non-response made Carmen even more nervous, so she tried to fill the awkward silence with an explanation. "I thought— I thought I was dreaming at first. But when you told me at lunch what time you left, I figured..." her sentence trailed off. Alyssa still didn't say anything. "Alyssa, I didn't mean to put you on the spot." Carmen wanted to bury her face in a black hole. "Forget I ever said anything." Carmen felt so humiliated; she thought she would start crying that moment.

"You know, when I saw you earlier today," Alyssa finally spoke. "There was this brief moment when I couldn't breathe." Alyssa stared off into space as she described the scene. "You were sitting at the table, not really paying attention at first. But then you looked up, and smiled. Your hair blew in the wind, and your skin was glowing." Alyssa laughed, "It was like this cliché scene out of movie."

Carmen smiled, her embarrassment waning.

"That exact moment, it felt like someone punched me in the gut and I couldn't breathe. You were so beautiful." Alyssa looked at Carmen. "You are beautiful."

"Alyssa, you don't have to—"

"I meant it," Alyssa said with certainty in her voice. "I was trying to convince myself all morning that I didn't but the moment I saw you, I knew I meant it. It's just that," Alyssa paused. She felt more and more vulnerable, and it made her uncomfortable. When she looked into Carmen's eyes, though, they told her she was in a safe place. "I've felt this way about someone before, Carmen. Felt like I couldn't breathe. It started out as something good, but turned into something horrible and I've been able to avoid that feeling for a while. Feeling this way about you now scares the hell out of me."

Carmen was staring into Alyssa's eyes. She knew it took a lot for Alyssa to say those words. Carmen stroked Alyssa's cheek, moving some of her long, dark brown hair out her face. "I love you, Alyssa. You don't need to be afraid because the way I feel about you is never going to change."

Alyssa leaned down and kissed Carmen, pulling her body closer as they embraced. "I love you too," she whispered.

That was all that needed to be said. That was all that mattered.



Carmen & Alyssa



Waves. Electricity. Heat. Spasms.

Carmen thought her heart was pounding as loudly as the beating of a bass drum. She couldn't quite hear either, so she wasn't completely sure.

Alyssa continued sucking on Carmen's clit as she orgasmed. She had to remove her fingers from Carmen's pussy so that she could use both hands to keep Carmen's hips steady as she shook. Carmen's knees had closed trapping Alyssa in between her thighs. Carmen was holding Alyssa's head in place, pushing it into her pussy. Then suddenly, Alyssa felt Carmen gently pushing her head away.

"Uhhh. Wait. Stop. Wait, don't st— ahhhh."

Carmen didn't know what she wanted. The waves began to subside and the heat waned. But the electricity kept shooting out of her clit. The feeling of Alyssa's tongue on it sent a shock up her body that wasn't unpleasant but wasn't entirely comfortable either.

Alyssa moved her head up and looked up at Carmen. She stuck her tongue back out and flicked Carmen's clit, which made her spasm again then move her body up away from Alyssa. This gave Alyssa an evil grin.

"Your pussy is sensitive."

"What?" Carmen was still trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes, the room less blurry, and looked down at Alyssa.

Alyssa sat up and looked down at Carmen, the evil grin still on her face. She took the same index finger that was still lubricated with Carmen's juices and gently ran it down Carmen's outer pussy lip. Carmen shuddered again when her pussy throbbed where Alyssa had just touched and the electricity shocked her clit again.

"She's super sensitive."

Alyssa knew not to touch Carmen's clit because it wouldn't feel as good as it did before. She just leaned down and kissed the top of Carmen's pussy, making her tremble once more. She made her way up this time, kissing and licking Carmen's bikini line, then navel, then just below her breast. She paused at Carmen's breast but decided this time not to lick them, just to kiss them gently. She did lightly suck on each nipple but only briefly. Alyssa brought her mouth up towards Carmen's lips and kissed them. Carmen didn't kiss her back as she was still recovering.

When Carmen finally opened her hazel eyes, she looked up at Alyssa who was smiling.

"Are you okay?"

Carmen couldn't help but laugh and Alyssa joined her. Carmen covered her face with both hands, feeling a little embarrassed but not sure why.

"Oh my god," Carmen chuckled, "that was...intense."

"I see." Alyssa teased and they laughed again.

Alyssa moved Carmen's hands away from her face and admired her beauty. She stroked her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. This time, Carmen returned the gesture and their tongues caressed each other once more. Carmen paused and pulled away. She frowned a little at Alyssa.

"What?" Alyssa worried that she had forgotten something. What she had forgotten she didn't know.

"Is it always like that?"

Alyssa smiled and giggled. "It can be. Although," Alyssa began to tease again, "you're pretty ridiculous."

Carmen jokingly plucked Alyssa on the shoulder and they both giggled before joining their mouths in passion once more.

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Alyssa slowly moved her body from under Carmen's arm and she climbed out of her bed as gently as possible. She looked over at the clock on the wall just above Carmen's nightstand.

Shit. It's almost three o'clock.  Alyssa had to start getting ready for work in just three hours.

The night was definitely longer than Alyssa expected. Popcorn and a movie turned into hot, steamy sex, hotter than anything Alyssa had ever experienced. After she gave Carmen the best orgasm of her life (according to Carmen), Alyssa was surprised when Carmen required almost no direction on how to please Alyssa. "First-timers" rarely ever get it all right but Carmen— or maybe something else was clouding Alyssa's judgement. Either way, it was intense. They weren't sure if they could stop until their bodies eventually grew tired and they collapsed onto each other, falling asleep.

Alyssa quietly got dressed. It took her a moment to find her panties as they were somehow thrown under Carmen's dresser across from the bed. She tip-toed into the living room to get her shoes, cell phone, and keys. She quickly put on her leather jacket and gathered her belongings. As she made her way towards the door, she paused and looked over at the bedroom door. She placed her phone and shoes on the floor along with her keys so that they wouldn't jingle when she walked. She tip-toed back into Carmen's room.

Carmen was lying on the bed, her arm still outstretched over the empty space where Alyssa just left. Her naked body was still and Alyssa looked for something she could cover it with. She spotted a blanket hanging on a chair in the far corner of the room. She tip-toed again, grabbed the blanket and gently lay it on top of Carmen. Alyssa was certain she'd move a little or even wake up. But Carmen didn't move an inch and Alyssa noticed that she was snoring quietly.

How are you still so gorgeous even when you're sleeping?  Alyssa thought with a smile.

Sneaking out felt wrong. Leaving without saying something seemed to only cheapen what this night was. Carmen was more than that to Alyssa. She didn't deserve to be treated like an inferior one-nighter.

"Carmen?" Alyssa whispered. She didn't want to wake her; she just wanted to make sure she was in as deep a sleep as Alyssa thought. "Carmen?" Alyssa softly stroked her cheek. "I love you." She bent down and kissed Carmen's forehead before turning to leave Carmen's bedroom again.

She put on her shoes at the door and put her keys and phone in her jacket pocket. She slowly unlocked the door and turned the knob, still trying to be quiet as she left the apartment. Alyssa walked down the hall, thinking back on the details of the night which made her smile. When she finally made her way to the elevator, she stopped smiling. As great as this night was, Alyssa knew it could never happen again.

It was the only way she could make sure her heart wouldn't be broken.