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Catching Up

By: BuckRogers



It was a warm Melbourne day and I was sitting around at home with nothing to do. I decided I would drop in on a female friend of mine who worked in the city. By the time I arrived though, it was just on five and so I went up to her office expecting no one to be in.

As it turned out, she hadn't left yet and didn't notice me as I stepped into her office. She stared absent-mindedly out the window at the cityscape below with the phone to her ear while standing at her desk. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, gently cupping her breasts in my hands through her shirt and whispered in her ear "Hello, gorgeous, I want you so bad."

Her breathing stopped for a second and her body went tense as her brain tried to register who the voice belonged to, then she relaxed as she whispered back with a giggle, "Sounds like fun" and placed the phone down.

I pulled her in tight against me as I slipped a hand up her blouse and began to caress her soft stomach. My other hand started undoing her bra and then reaching around the front to fondle the now exposed skin of her breasts, her nipples hardening at my touch and a shudder running down her body.

Her scent was driving me wild, I pushed her hard up against her desk pressing my rapidly hardening member into her so she knew what effect she was having on me.

I brushed my lips over her neck and began to nibble on her ears as she reached around and fondled my groin through my pants, her other hand guiding mine down her stomach and into her underwear placing it on her pussy while she whispered: "You know something? It's always been a fantasy of mine to fuck someone in my office."

I traced the outside of her mound with my middle finger as she let out a gasp, feeling her getting wetter. She turned her head to kiss me passionately and my cock began to ache.

I slipped a finger deep between her legs as she gasped again, letting out a moan, my free hand undoing the buttons on her blouse. "Wait" she said, "the people in the buildings across the road will see us!"

I replied "Who cares? What's better than fucking while people are walking past below, oblivious to what we are up to? And what are the people in the buildings over the road going to do?"

Her hand raced to undo the last of her blouse buttons as she slipped it off with her bra. Standing there half naked with the sunlight coming through the window reflecting off her beautiful body almost made me cum right then.

I unzipped the back of her skirt and let it fall to the floor as she grabbed her panties and slid them over her black, knee high boots. Now she was totally naked while I fondled her breasts and had a finger deep inside her pussy for anyone in the surrounding buildings to see.

She spread her legs wider for better access as she reached back and put a hand down my pants, feeling my cock that was already starting to leak. Grabbing it around the shaft and pumping it up and down she said, "You know something? It's not fair, your still dressed!"

With that, she turned around and grabbed my shirt almost ripping the buttons off, pushing it over my shoulders and then unzipping my jeans pulling them and my underwear down around my ankles. She sank down to her knees and took my whole shaft in her mouth at once.

Naked on her knees, wearing only her boots and with my penis disappearing deep into her mouth, she was the biggest turn on ever as I looked down into her eyes. I had to stop her after only a few minutes as I felt my penis about to explode in her mouth.

"Stop, I want to cum in your pussy."

I stepped out of my jeans as she stood up and placed her hands on her desk, bending over. I came up behind her and began to fondle her breasts again, kneading and pinching her nipples and teasing her pussy with the head of my cock, pushing it against the elastic ring at the start of her vagina until the head just popped through, running a hand down her stomach to her tease her clit at the same time.

Eventually she couldn't handle it anymore and pushed back on my cock taking it deep inside her, all the way to the hilt. My thickness and length, and the feel of her velvet-like pussy made us both groan in ecstasy.

I began to slide in and out of her very slowly, savouring the feeling and giving the occasional deep thrust to make her groan as she grunted "Fuck me hard, really hard! I want to cum!"

I didn't need to be asked twice as I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to slam my cock into her whispering: "I want you to cum for me, all around my naked cock. Can you feel how hard you make me?"

"Oh yeah baby, I am about to cum, don't stop!"

I gave her everything I could and watching her bent over, shuddering as my cock slid in an out of her, wearing only her boots and with the smell of sex in the air got me closer to the edge.

After another moment of thrusting I felt her pussy begin to involuntarily contract as she came with me deep inside her.

It was too much for her as she collapsed onto the desk and immediately, my cock at bursting point exploded deep inside her as I moaned:

"I am cumming."

"Oh yeah baby, I can feel it pouring into me!"

With that, I collapsed on top of her as my penis went soft inside of her, listening to her breathing and heart beat, taking in her intoxicating aroma.

As we put our clothes back on, she asked if I wanted to go back to her place and I replied with a cheeky grin, "Only if you leave your underwear in the office!"

Catching Up



I sit with the phone pressed to my ear and listen to Rayn telling me about another rough one of a day. I can hear the agitation and the distance in her words, more like they're echoing from another room down the hall than as if she were looking at me and talking. I listen and let her run it out for a while, adding only sympathetic murmurs. But, I'm seeing the further she goes with it, the further away and into her twist she's getting. So, I cut her off.

"I think we need a chase, Love."

It cuts her off cold and there's a long silence. "I... don't think I'm up for that, honestly, I..."

"Even better. Be ready. I'll be a bit."

"Oh... Okay, Love..."

And I hang up without the usual postscript of 'I love yous' and 'call if you need anythings'. She calls them my usual disclaimers. But, she wasn't in a space for them to mean anything to her, anyway. 

I already know the door I'm going to, and in a short while I'm there. The can feel the excitement already building up in me, the anticipatory adrenaline and the thudding of my heart as I approach the front step. I don't bother trying to look innocent. People always pick up on you when you're trying to look innocent, but when you let yourself go ahead and be predatory and aggressive, people usually assume somethings wrong and act with deference. We people are funny animals.

I walk up the little path, open the screen door, prop it against my shoulder and rap firmly three times, then stand there to wait. A few seconds pass and I hear the metallic clicking and the knob twist to pull it open. The woman who stands there is dark blond like Rayn, with the same blue eyes, and she's dressed in a loose sweatshirt and baggy cargo pants. "Hi..." she invites inquisitively, standing partly behind the half open door regarding me.

"Hi... is the man of the house at home...?"

Her brow furrows quizzically, and I can tell she must be thinking this is some sort of door to door sales. Her mind is distracted for an instant forming the phrases to inform me there is no man of the house when I push. I put my shoulder to the door and reach out to grab the arm she has propped against the door frame. I pull her towards me as I push the door, as the motion effectively prevents her from applying pressure to the door to push me out. Her hands begin to flail to push or to hit, but off balance as she is, there is little force behind the movements as I grip her, step inside, and push the door shut behind me.

She is yelling, now, demanding to know what I'm doing, screaming at me to get out of her house, enraged redness creeping into her pretty features. But, the door is already closed and she manages to pull away from my grip as I lock it. She's running, then, for the phone, but her hands are shaking and she can barely find a number or two before my hand finds her cheek in a hard clap and I'm yanking the phone out of her hand.

Again, she's hitting me. She's slight, but she's a footballer, and I move inside guarding against her wild swings and using pushes to back her up and keep her off balance. She has strong legs and while I can deal with slight slaps I really don't want her to connect with a solid punch or a gouge to my face. A hard shove moves her backwards several paces, her heel catching on the corner of a throw rug as it skids, and she falls roughly onto her ass.

She's already scrambling to rise and turn. Letting her swing ineffectually at me had rendered fighting less of an option amidst her rushing thoughts. Now, all she can think of is flight. She turns to make for the stairs and I'm not quite quick enough to grapple her before she's up. I grab a hold of one pants leg but a wild kick of hers catches me along my cheek and the stars I see let her get a few seconds ahead of me. I catch up with her on the steps, get a grip on her shirt which instantly starts to tear as she tries to pull away from me, but my second hand catches her belt and I manage to haul her much lighter frame backwards. She collides into a wall and tries to slip off but I'm on top of her. I get a hold of her wrist and yank her off balance, push her roughly down onto the carpet.

She's fighting and I manage to wrench her arm into a lock and roll her onto her belly. She's thrashing and screaming to get the hell off her and out of her house. The cool, unyielding metal of the handcuff being locked around her wrist evokes a fresh wave of panic and frenzied struggle as well as adrenaline charged strength that brings me having to sit physically on the small of her back and trying to get a hold of her frantically moving hand, reaching for something to pull her away or to hit me with. I get her sleeve above her shoulder, then her elbow, and wrench her arm back to get it into the cuff.

It brings a sort of recognition in her and her struggles become almost defeated, but she remains defiant when I roll her onto her back, almost managing to throw me off of her or land a kick or two. I slap her across her cheek, once and then again, as I sit atop her violently thrashing knees to unbutton her pants and pull down her zipper, bringing a fresh round of squealing protest from her. I pull the duct tape out of my pocket, bite off a piece, and press it over her mouth. Her eyes are wide, alternating between anger and panic and she's trying to reason with me as well, but gagged by the tape her appeals for mercy are reduced now to amount to whimpering sounds that only arouse me more. 

I maneuver her as she kicks and bucks and pull her pants and panties down over her hips. I pull off one sneaker and yank her pants down to her ankles, which is no easy task with her bucking her hips off the floor and trying to kick and keep her legs in a way that doesn't facilitate my removing them. Still, amidst the struggle, my palms and fingers indulge in their tactile exploration, feeling her cool skin and the muscles beneath warming. I tug one pants leg off the foot I pulled the shoe off of, and leave the other on... It's enough to part her legs as I lay atop her to pin her with my body.

I finally meet her eyes containing both pleas for mercy and indignant defiance, shaking her head, and even through the gag I can make out the words "please no". The look in my eyes seems to panic her further as she sees nothing but arousal and lust in them. I don't tell her to cooperate. I don't give her options, or persuade, or mitigate. I look into her eyes as though I could grip her own with my gaze as I do with my hands. I undo my belt and button and zipper and pull out my cock. I telegraph my intent and the hungry lust behind it.

She's struggling with squeaking grunts of effort to press her legs together, swinging her hips this way and that, heaving to buck and push me off, knowing now that no mercy is coming from me. She even tries headbutting me a few times. My hands coax between her thighs, poising my cock at her own sex, and she flushes red when she sees me realize how wet she's become. I rub her folds, tease them apart and roughly caress her clit, but she still bucks and thrashes, now fighting both me and her own body's reaction.

I push into her. It's tricky with her movements, but that itself increases my arousal. I feel her slick warmth and the muscles convulse with her wild movement as I push hard with my hips, stabbing weapon like into her to claim for myself her most intimate depths. Now her squeals are all but animalistic. But I don't hurry. I grip her throat. Force her head to me. Force her eyes to mine. Make her watch me enjoying her. Make her watch my eyes and the lack of shame in them as my thumb strokes her clit harshly while I fuck her. Her angry cries turn into whimpering pleas and her thrashing takes on a rhythm with mine as I slap harder and faster into her, grinding home with moist slapping sounds at the terminus of each attack like pistonning motion.

Soon, her whimpers and mewls have taken on a rhythm and squeak out of her with every grinding slam of my body onto hers. Then I see her eyes fly wide and her nostrils flare with a sudden desperately ragged intake of breath that makes a wheezing raspy sound as he feel her gripping sex convulse and tremor and twitch around my invasion of her. I grab a painful hold of her hair, make her look into my eyes as her body starts to come for me, and it puts me over the edge as well. My surge starts and I feel my motions slow as I erupt, flooding her sex with a grunt at the terminus of every forceful drive, my rigidly tense form slowly growing slack with each movement..

We lie breathless for some time. I don't take off the duct tape. I leave that and the cuffs on as she lies there struggling for breath through only her nose. I pull off her sneaker and her jeans the rest of the way and carry her upstairs to the cage in the bedroom. She is cooperative and obedient as I place her inside and go downstairs to make dinner.



Catching Up



I meet and old friend and we catch up really fast.

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Catching Up



I arrived at the door at 1pm as arranged and she opened the door as I walked up the path.

'You found it ok then,' she said. 'Good to see you after all these years.'

It had been nearly 20 years since I last saw her, she was 15 then and I was in the year above her at school. I can't remember how long she had a crush on me at school and at that age I was immature and to be fair girls weren't high on my priorities - I preferred to be out with my mates playing football.

She had changed in so many ways but she still looked like the innocent girl from school. We had found each other through a social networking site, and had been chatting for a while. She was living with her partner as was I, but our chats were innocent but we did relive the past and on occasions we did talk about the what if's.

One night she was annoyed because her computer wasn't working as well as it should and during an online chat I asked about the system security settings she had in place, as I worked with computers and had a good knowledge - the response I got was a confused emoticon - meaning she didn't know.

I offered to pop round and have a look for her and to sort the computer out for her as any friend would. Well that's how I came to be walking up her path that day. Both our respective partners knew what was happening, it was two old friends catching up while one did the other a favour by sorting out the computer.

She wandered down the path in her jeans and an old band t-shirt to greet me, we hugged and I smelt her sweet perfume. 

'You coming in then?' she asked and I followed her into the lounge, closing the door behind me. We chatted for a while and then she showed me where the computer was. I checked the files and made a quick assessment.

'Right, I know what I need to install for you to sort this out, we'll have it running faster than ever in about 30 minutes, Hun,' I told her.

She offered me a drink and asked if I would mind if she left me to it while I did my nerdy stuff on the PC. I didn't mind to be honest but the conversation while programs installed would have been nice, still plenty of time for that afterwards I thought.

I worked on her PC, installing and running the new ad-ware programs and the automatic cache cleaner program and was installing the new antivirus software when I heard her come down the stairs.

When she walked through the door my chin hit the floor, the jeans and band t-shirt had gone and before me was a sexy vixen with a naughty look in her eye. She had scraped her hair back into a short ponytail and was wearing a halter neck top through which her nipples were clearly visible, she had a leather mini skirt on with stockings, the lacy tops showing beneath the bottom of her skirt, and she had knee-high boots on with a nice heel.

'You can kind of thank my other half for this,' she said. 'As I was running him to work I said I'd better pop and get you some beers to say thank you and he told me "Fuck him - he's an old friend he'll be happy just to chat and catch up with you while he does the computer"!'

In all fairness - he was right - if she had offered me the beers I would have declined her generosity - after all what are friends for?

'Anyway,' she said, 'as I drove home I thought to myself, well he does like me to do as I'm told and he did tell me to and I have been waiting 20 years for this chance, so...'

I moved to get out of the chair to go to her.

'You sit yourself down on that sofa there, young man. You teased me at school for all those years, now it's my turn to tease you, it's time for me to show you what a bad girl you missed out on all those years ago.'

I sat on the sofa as she moved to the stereo and turned it on and pressed play. The sounds of Madonna's Erotica started to fill the room and with that she moved closer, reached behind her back and undid the tie at the back of her top and slowly revealed her breasts. She stood just out of my reach and started to play with her nipples, making them harden even more. She pulled the top over her head and continued to play with her nipples, lifting one to her mouth, and her hips began to sway to the music. 

Her hands slid down her tummy and over her skirt and ran up and down her thighs, slowly sliding her skirt up her legs. She turned around and bent over, showing her ass and looking into my eyes from between her legs. I could see the thin black strand of cotton that went between her cheeks, which indicated she had a thong on. She slowly ran her hands up the inside of her thighs and rubbed at the gusset of her thong, moaning as she did.

Slowly she stood up, still with her back to me and reached behind her, slowly undoing the zip on her skirt and it slid down her stockinged legs to the floor. She stood there for a moment allowing me to gaze at her firm ass, and then her hand rose behind her back and came down on her ass cheek with a slap.

I let out a breath and said 'Wow!' I was sure she heard me, but she didn't let on, she walked towards the stereo and opened a drawer. She reached in and took something out, before slowly turning around with a vibrator pressed to her lips. She licked it seductively before taking it in her mouth deep. Slowly she moved to the arm chair and sat in it. She raised each of her legs so that they hung over the arms of the chair and she knew I had a front row seat of her sat there topless spread-eagled. She continued to tease the toy with her mouth using one hand to slide it between her luscious lips and her free hand slid again down her body, to her black lacy thong and she began to rub herself again. A moan slid from her lips as she rubbed gently at her pussy and slowly she pulled her panties to one side.

Her pussy came into view and what a pussy it was! Smoothly shaven skin and swollen lips. She used her hand to spread her lips, allowing me to see how wet she was, and she took the toy from her mouth and slid it straight into her pussy. As she did, she became more vocal and let out a louder moan and began to fuck herself with the toy.

She started sliding the toy in and out of her slowly but as the passion built inside her she began to go faster and deeper. I could hear her getting wetter and wetter as she started pounding herself with the toy.

'You like the bad me?' she asked. 'Bet you'd love to see and hear me come for you wouldn't you?'

'You bet I would,' came my reply.

'Oh yes' she moaned as she began to rub at her clit as the toy slid in and out of her, she began to rub harder and faster and I could tell she was about to come.

'I'm a bad girl, one you never had - I bet you want me now don't you?

'I do - I never thought of you like this - you were such a goody goody at school.'

'That's what you think, I used to do this twice a day thinking about you and me together, feeling you slide deep inside me. Ohhhhhhhhh yes.'

With that she gave a final deep push of the toy so it was deep inside her and she rubbed her clit furiously as she came. When her orgasm subsided the toy was taken from her pussy and went to her lips and she licked it. 'Mmmmm I taste good.' She sat there for a few minutes stroking her pussy and then pulled her panties back over her pussy.

'Time to see if I have teased you and made you as horny as you made me all those years ago,' she said as she got on her knees and crawled across the room to me. She climbed onto the sofa and kissed me, her hands caressing my cheeks for a few minutes until she let them roam my body. Her hands slowly and teasingly made their way to my crotch where there was a plainly visible bulge. I mean after the show I had just been given what man wouldn't?

'Ohh someone is feeling very aroused - I see I have your attention now don't I?' Her hands undid my trousers and slid inside. 'Mmmm it feels better than I ever imagined and much bigger too, stand up and get your kit off babe.'

I did as I was told, I stood up and firstly I took my top off, then off came the shoes and socks. As I pulled my trousers and underwear down, she slid of the sofa and fell to her knees in front of me. As I stood up she grabbed my cock with her hands and pulled it to her mouth, sucking me in greedily.

She slid her mouth up and down my cock, taking me deep in her mouth and throat while cupping my balls with one hand, moaning each time she took my cock deep in her mouth. The vibrations felt immense on my cock and this was the best blow job I had ever had. She slid her mouth up my cock and let it slip from her lips, she gripped my cock with her hand and teased the tip of my cock with her tongue, pushing it into the slit on the end of my cock, fishing the pre-cum from my cock.

She moved her head away from my cock and stroked it with her hand first of all, then she used both hands on my cock and looked me in the eyes. 'You know I would have gladly done this for you all those years ago don't you? I used to dream about you and me after school going down to the playing fields and you asking me to suck your cock. Well now I am going to get what I wanted all those years ago - your cum filling my mouth.'

With that she took my cock back in her mouth and began to fuck me with her mouth, her hand rubbing my cock as she slid up and down and sucked on my cock. My hands moved to her head and I held her ponytail and started to thrust in and out of her mouth.

'If you keep going like this you'll get your wish, Hun,' I told her and again I moaned with pleasure.

She carried on sucking and rubbing my cock and my thrusts became faster and faster until my knees buckled and I exploded in her mouth with a loud groan that I was sure everyone in the street would have heard.

We both sat on the sofa and kissed and caressed each other's bodies,

'My you have changed, and you certainly aren't the goody goody girl from school now are you?' I said.

'You haven't seen the half of it. I want you to take me upstairs, tie me to the bed and use me in any way you want but I do want you to promise me a few things first?'

'What are these things then?' I asked, intrigued, wondering what else this vixen could be into.

'You have to put me over your knee and spank me before you tie me up, and I want your cock in my pussy and I want to see if you'll fit in my ass, I want to be yours completely even if it's just once.'

I was lost for words at these requests. In my mind she would still have been the innocent churchgoing girl I knew at school - I never for one minute imagined she would be like this - but hell I was enjoying this and was looking forward to more fun with an old friend.

To Be Continued 



Catching Up



Author's Note:  The following story is based on a fantasy that a Litster posted on the Fetish and Sexuality Central Forum. I spoke with the Litster, gained permission from them to write the story, as well as discovered they would enjoy reading it in 1st POV. I told them I would try writing it in 1st/3rd person POV – if that's the right way to say it? I do hope you enjoy this fantasy of Mike's. He's taking a chance with his friend Mark, but remaining true to his other side – Victoria. Voting if desired is welcomed – only one vote per reader, but most importantly, I appreciate your feedback and am glad to have made the Litster happy. Thanks muches ~ Red.





It was with mixed emotions that I listened to the message on my voice mail. It was the familiar sound of Mark, a long time friend whose call I had missed earlier that afternoon. Now as I heard it, for the third time, I felt my stomach slowly relax from the uneasy twist that had taken hold the minute I had heard his all-knowing chuckle. 

He was in town, hoping to catch-up on old times and share a few beers. He left me his number and I had written it down, during the second replay, but after I closed my cell phone, I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him. Isn't the past better left alone? Hadn't we drifted apart for a reason? 

I picked up the scrap of paper that had his hotel information on it as well as his cell number and tucked it into the front pocket of my slacks. Heading upstairs to shower and shave, as well as take care of any unwanted hairs on my smooth flesh, I thought about Mark and the last time we had spoken.

Spoken was such a lame term, seeing as it had been via an email not a face-to-face encounter. The last time we had actually looked upon the other, had been ten years ago maybe more. 

Under the heat of the shower water, I began to wash away the sweat and dirt of the day. My thoughts unexpectedly returned to Mark. I saw him with his lazy smile and wavy blond hair; he was all bunched up in Arctic gear as he headed off to the slopes. He loved the outdoors, especially winter. Mark was like a kid when it came time to embrace the cold and welcome Old Man Winter to the hills. 

Mark and I had lost track of each other when he had succeeded in making it to the Olympics and had developed a plethora of fans and endorsement deals. He still called me and we chatted. He told me about a few lovers he'd had, and I shared with him my experiences. 

In time though our phone calls began to lesson and soon we were only talking once every other month. Emails replaced phone calls and texting each other – well that never happened. Eventually an email went unanswered and to this day I honestly don't know who had sent it. 

It didn't matter though, all of that was in the past and now he was in town and reaching out. How did I want to handle it? I had changed. I was more open with my desire to embrace my more feminine side. 

There were various clubs that I could frequent without being harassed or assaulted; some were mixed sexes, some gay bars, some simply for the ladies. No matter what type of club or bar it was, I always went as Victoria, a stunning brunette with long legs, an easy smile and warm welcoming eyes. 

Mark was the opposite of me. He was straight – always had been, always would be. He dressed in fine suits, tailor made for his athletic physic. His jeans and shirts came from some of the more notable of stores; his shoes were made to order and his persona spoke of confidence and male testosterone. It would still be nice to see him again, to touch base, catch-up on all times, and rekindle our friendship. 

I laughed softly as I stepped out of the shower and dried off. Friendship, that's all it had been with Mark and I, though I had often imagined us in that happily-ever-after scenario that is normally reserved for women, but in truth, our friendship meant too much to me; I never crossed the line. 

I walked naked, back into my bedroom and looked at my phone, lying on the bed alongside my pants. I sat down, dug the paper from the front pocket of my slacks and stared down at the script. My other hand reached out for the phone and I pressed the corresponding numbers on the keypad. 

Mark's voice came through loud and clear. 

"Hey there!" he said as if he already knew who was on the other side of the phone. 

"Got me all dialed in, do you?" I asked. 

"Yeah, saved your number as soon as your parents gave it to me," he admitted. 

I grinned. 

"So, Mike, are we hookin' up tonight?" Mark asked me. 

I took a deep breath and looked at my reflection in one of the mirrors in my room. "Of course," I told him. "You're just in town for tonight right? I think that's what your message said." 

"Yeah, just tonight," he confirmed. "I need to head out tomorrow morning just before noon, so we'll have tonight and tomorrow morning together. It'll be fun." 

"I'm sure it will. Do you want to meet at the hotel bar, or at a club?" I asked. 

"A club sounds good; there's one just down the road from where I'm staying. If you want we can meet there," Mark said. 

"I know where you're staying and I know the place real well. You'll like it there," I told him.

"Is it safe?" 

I smiled. "Yes, it's safe and it's open to everyone. I go there often, but thanks for worrying about me. You should know something though... ." I hesitated for a moment, while my mind gathered courage and then I said, "...before you agree to be seen with me." 



"What's that, you dressin' like a chick now?" 

"Yeah," I answered. 

Silence greeted me and I knew in my gut, the catching up was caught up and Mark was back-peddling fast. 

"That's fuckin' hot," he whispered into the phone. 

My jaw dropped as I sat there stunned. 

"Seriously?" I asked. 

"Yes, seriously; you've always been drawn to that side of your life. It's about time you openly expressed it. I'm proud of you, man. Do you go by a different name when you're dressed up?" Mark asked. 

I was stunned that Mark was so accepting of this new me – well, the old me for me – the new me for him. "Yeah, I go by Victoria." 

"Sexy name --- Victoria." 

Mark's voice seemed to purr over the phone and if I was the type to read into things I would have sworn his voice dropped several octaves when he said it. My heart skipped a beat. "I like it," I admitted. 

"What do you wear?" he asked me. 

My cock twitched. I tried to ignore the flexing muscle. "Skirts, tank tops, a little make-up." 

"Stilettos?" 

I laughed. "You're really getting into this aren't you?" I asked. 

He chuckled. "Nah, just wanting you to know I think it's great and I look forward to seeing the new you." 

"Cool," I answered, feeling somewhat dejected. "How does eight o'clock sound?" I asked him. My cock no longer twitched, nor did it send any tantalizing signals to the rest of me. 

"Sounds good, I'll look for little Miss Victoria," he said just before he hung up and left me feeling disappointed and foolish for hoping he had taken a walk on my side of the track. 

I shrugged off my feelings and instead tried to focus on the night ahead. With Mark knowing and accepting my desire to dress up when I hit the clubs my mind turned to more intimate thoughts. My focus however, was not on Mark and I, but on the possibility that I might find someone else to spend the evening with. 

Mark was a handsome man, or had been the last time I saw him. He would most likely pick up a beautiful woman and take her back to his hotel; sure we'd chat, catch up on old times, share some laughs, but in the end we'd both be going home either alone or with someone. I knew after gazing at Mark all night, I would want and need companionship, even if it was only for a quick fuck. 

In my closet hung a new outfit, one I hadn't yet worn. I pulled it out, stared at the black material that glimmered when the light hit it just right. The skirt was short, very short and the matching black top that tied behind the neck would hug my chest, allowing my nipples to protrude slightly once aroused.

I saw Mark in my mind and wondered what he would think when he saw me. Would he really be comfortable looking at me all dressed up? Would he open his arms and embrace who I had become? Or would he make excuses to down his beer and run out the door? 

As much as I wanted to stand there and contemplate the evening, time was slipping along and I knew I had to get ready. As was customary when I went out, I prepared myself for the possibility of hooking up with a lover. I returned to the bathroom and though I had showered and washed, I took the necessary steps to prepare myself to take a lover. Afterward, with the aid of a butt plug and my finger I applied a liberal amount of lube into my anus. 

The gel was thick and the plug helped to push it higher than my finger could. My cock stiffened slightly from my intentional penetration. I groaned, removed the plug and felt a small dollop of lube slip along the rim of my ass. With one finger I massaged it around the opening, rolled some back into the deep tight entrance and then washed my hands. 

Still in the bathroom, I went to work transforming myself from Mike to Victoria. My hair was slightly damp, so I finished drying it with a hair dryer, then applied a protective cream to the locks before flat ironing them. Once I was satisfied with my hair, I ran the tip of my lipstick across my lips, smacked them together and smiled. 

There was Victoria. I smirked at her.

As I applied the smoky shades of eye shadow, which would make my eyes pop, I found myself once again thinking of Mark. Was I wrong about the way his voice had sounded when he said my female name, "Victoria"? 

I could almost hear his voice in my head. Wasn't that a soft whisper, a gentle caress of words, hadn't he purred my name? Or was I just wishful thinking? I laughed at myself, applied my blush and flounced my hair. Victoria looked back at me and I knew it was time to get dressed, to become one with myself. 

Back in my bedroom, I rummaged through my dresser drawer until I found a black garter, stockings, and matching thong. I paused at the closet again, this time taking a moment to pick out a pair of stilettos that would go great with my chosen outfit. 

I placed everything on the bed and checked the time. The digital numbers on the clock showed that the minutes were slipping away. A quick call to the local Taxi Company was placed. I wanted no excuses as to why I wasn't drinking the night away, nor did I want to drive home if I had a lover willing to play in the car with me. 

Secretly, I hoped Mark would call a cab too, just in case. As soon as I thought the idea, I chastised myself for my wishful thinking. I erased all thoughts, or tried to, and quickly moved to get dressed. 

I pulled on my thong, adjusted my cock so it laid hanging naturally to the right and eased the back string into position so I wouldn't be forced to tug and play with it all night. It had taken some getting used to, wearing the tiny panty, but eventually I discovered exactly where things needed to lie so I wasn't constantly shifting in my seat. 

My reflection caught my eye. I looked at myself, turned sideways and admired the hair-free figure I cut in the mirror. My body looked great. My 5'8" frame would be enhanced by several inches once I put on the stilettos, bringing me almost eye level to Mark's 6'2" one. 

We were both built, though he probably was a wee bit more in shape than I, seeing as he was the Olympian, not I. But at 32 years of age, I didn't look too bad at all. "Pretty sexy, Victoria," I said to myself, before turning back to slide the garter and stockings on. 

Once the belts to the garter were secured within the elastic tops of the stockings, I pulled on the little skirt and shimmed it over my ass and hips. The material fit like a glove and the small strips of thin silver sparkled, just like I knew it would.

The top was next. I lifted it carefully, pulled it over my head, my arms went through and it rested bunched up around my chest. I adjusted the fabric, settled it in place and tied the strings around my neck. The hem of the shirt rested just above my belly button, leaving a two inch gap between the bottom of the blouse and the top of the skirt. 

Lazily I trailed my fingers across my abdomen. A sliver of heat skated across my skin. My cock jerked in response to my own touch. I licked my lips before blowing myself a wicked little kiss. When I left the house, I was five inches taller, and my stilettos clicked across the sidewalk as I walked toward the cab. 

The shoes were sleek and made my ankles look trim and feminine. I loved the shine and sparkle that the string of rhinestones created as they lay across the black stockings. As the cabby drove where I instructed, I looked down and played with the soft fabric that encircled my legs. Beside me rested my clutch, it was silver and had a few sequins strategically placed. Inside were the pieces of jewelry I wanted to wear. 

Some of my friends find it odd that I wait to don the jewels after leaving the house, but for me, it was my way of keeping up the pretense. A pair of tear drop earrings rest comfortably in my ears; they dangle back and forth as I shake my head. I clasped a choker around my neck; the silver and stone insets will catch the light and bring attention to my smooth skin. A matching bracelet and anklet helped to complete the look. When I stepped out of the cab I was Victoria and it felt wonderful. 

I looked around, noticed a few regulars that waved at me. I waved back. A few folks looked at me strangely, but I shrugged it off. I'd told Mark the truth, this place was safe for me, and not everyone knew it welcomed all sexual preferences, but the newbies would learn. 

I waited to gain entry and when I did I breathed in the scent of varying fragrances and colognes. My own choice, a vanilla scent, was subtle and would only be breathed in by someone if they were up close and extremely personal. 

My gaze shifted from those close to me, to other bodies that were further away. Some individuals leaned against the bar, a few more had already staked out a spot in dimly lit corners. A few tables and chairs remained empty, but not many. The dance floor was slowly beginning to fill up, and the band piped music through speakers that had been placed inconspicuously throughout the club. 

"Hey, gorgeous." 

I turned and smiled at the familiar voice. Mark grinned back. He looked amazing. His smile was just as I remembered; his blond hair still looked thick and soft. His eyes were full of humor and seduction – the former was something I often saw on him, the later was something I always wanted to be aimed at me. My smile faltered slightly. "Hey Mark," I said. 

He pulled me into a manly hug, then stopped, softened the embrace and pulled back. "Sorry, forgot you're in chick mode." 

I chuckled, but inwardly thought how thoughtful he was. He placed his hand at the small of my back and led me through the club. We stopped a server, placed an order and Mark pointed out where we'd be sitting. 

I'm not going to lie – I was in heaven. Mark seemed to have instinctively taken over the role of leading our, catching up, date. I didn't mind, in fact I appreciated it, though I admit, it was going to be hard to not react to his friendly banter. 

We sat down and Mark studied me. I felt slightly uncomfortable, but knew this was the first time we'd seen each other in years, and the first time he'd ever seen me as Victoria. 

"You carry it well," he suddenly said, jarring me from my personal musings. 

"Thanks. It was hard in the beginning. I took baby steps, jewelry, shoes, ladies pants, blouses, eventually though I found where I could be me and where I couldn't," I told him. 

"And this is where you can be – you?" he asked. 

I nodded my head. The drinks arrived and we began go over the past several years. I learned about how he had managed to put away some money, make a few investments, do a few interviews and eventually found himself curious as to what more was out there for him. He didn't focus too much on past relationships. I sensed they were sore subjects for him, so I opted not to press. I know I may occasionally dress like a girl, but I am still a man; no matter if we're bi, straight, or gay, we still have a hard time expressing disappointment and loss. 

When Mark took a break, I squeezed in a few key details about my life. I mentioned my past employers, as well as a few past relationships; they were few and far between, which was good for me in some ways, bad in others.

I liked knowing I hadn't been playing the field so long that I knew what I liked and what I wanted. I hated having so little experience and that I was still nervous about how to choose the right lover.

Sometimes I wished folks ran around with signs over their heads saying "I'm safe" - "I'm cool" - "I'm the one mom warned you about" – yet there was nothing like that, so it took me a while to really open up and bring a partner back to my place. I hoped that tonight I would. It was obvious to me that Mark had already captured the eyes of several pretty young women. 

A few times during the evening our conversation lulled and I could tell we were both searching for something to say. Mark looked somewhat uneasy and I felt as if he wanted to talk to me about something, but no matter how much I tried I couldn't compel him to share. Eventually I took the hint and began perusing the crowd, much like he was. 

A young woman was the first to approach our table. Her gaze shifted briefly over me, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. She was here for Mark and Mark alone. Her smile was big and bright. Her gaze was full of mischievousness and obvious desire. I leaned back and watched Mark being led out onto the dance floor. 

I kept my eyes on him, allowing myself to imagine it was me he was dancing with. It was my hips his hands were resting on, my neck his breath was caressing as he pulled me closer. Yet, there I was sitting at a table, alone, while Mark dance provocatively with the little redhead. I so wanted to be her. 

A cough from another club attendee brought my mind back to reality. I turned and eyed the young man who was looking down at me. He was tall and thin, with black hair and dark eyes. He wore a pair of black jeans, a T-shirt and sneakers. His gaze drifted lazily over me and I saw his brows rise in interest. I grinned, and waited for him to ask me to dance. When he did, my pulse raced. 

I stood up and together we moved onto the dance floor. It wasn't long before I was in the mood and swaying seductively against the stranger. It also wasn't long before I was bump from behind and almost pushed into the young man's chest. 

"Whoa, sorry," a voice reached out to me, grabbing my waist as I tried to regain my footing. 

I felt two firm hands on my hips. At first, I thought they were the man's, the one that had asked me to dance. When I looked up, I saw it was Mark. He held me, and stared down into my eyes. I saw the look and knew what he hadn't been able to tell me at the table. My chest tightened as his hands held me more firmly and pulled me toward him. 

We moved together as if we had been partners for years. I felt his fingers glide up my back, while one hand remained on my hip. We swayed and moved around in a slow circle. The man who had taken me to the floor walked away; the young girl, I saw her roll her eyes, turn and find another good looking guy to gyrate against. Eventually everyone else in the room faded away. 

"Mark." His name sounded so right, coming from my lips. 

"Hmm?" 

"I can't do this, not unless you're sure," I told him. 

"Sure about what?" he asked. His breath caressed my skin as he whispered in my ear. 





Catching Up Ch. 01



Social Networking is an amazing thing. Eric Paulsen had finally caved and created an online account. It didn't take long before friends and family were coming out of the woodwork, flooding him with Friend Requests. He hadn't been back to his hometown in the Midwest in years, yet his old high school buddies managed to track him down in no time flat. One request in particular though, had caught his eye; Traci Brown. He hadn't heard or thought of that name in over a decade. They had been inseparable friends from as far back as he could remember, until he blew out of town for life in the big city of course. She stayed behind and apart from a letter or two those first few months, he hadn't seen nor heard from her. Yet, after all this time, here was a little electronic sign from her that she had remembered him as fondly as he remembered her.

Over the next few months, Eric and Traci fell into their old banter via emails, texting and even a few phone conversations. Eric satisfied his wife's raised eyebrows at him talking with some girl from his past by pulling out his yearbook and showing her the picture of the tomboyish girl who was his friend. It was actually Jen Paulsen who suggested that Eric invite Traci to come out and visit to catch up. The idea hadn't even occurred to Eric but he floated it by Traci anyway and she excitedly accepted the invitation.

That's how it came to be that Traci Brown was standing on the front step of the Paulsen home in eastern Pennsylvania after landing just an hour before from her flight from Phoenix, Arizona. She rapped her knuckles on the door in quick succession three times and heard footsteps coming quickly down the stairs. The door opened, revealing a wide smile across the unmistakable face of Eric Paulsen. After a quick embrace, he grabbed her suitcase and welcomed her into the house. Eric hoped he hadn't let his face give away his surprise at Traci's appearance; where there once had been a plain-Jane tomboy, was now a stunning beauty that no one could mistake as anything but a woman. Her hair that had been held in a ponytail beneath a ball cap for his entire mind's eye was now a flowing wave of curls that just barely reached her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. She had always been athletic, but her sweats and baggy clothes of yesteryear had been hiding a set of perfect 34C breasts and an ass that would stop traffic, all resting upon a long set of shapely legs. Her body aside, Eric couldn't believe how she was dressed! She had a tight, pink, button down blouse that hugged her figure, with the top few buttons undone showing just enough cleavage to draw looks, but not enough to be inappropriate and a short pair of shorts that were a hair too long to be Daisy Dukes. Her four inch stilettos made her just below his eye-level at an even six foot. He placed her baggage down at the base of the stairs and led her into the kitchen to meet Jen. 

As Jen looked up from making some margarita mix in the blender, she couldn't have been more surprised than if Cindy Crawford had entered the house. She couldn't believe that this was the same person that Eric had pointed out to her in the yearbook. She shot him a suspicious look, but from his expression she could tell he was just as shocked. Jen was no slouch in her own right; her straight blonde hair was cut in a sophisticated but edgy look that came down just below her jawline. She was a regular at the gym and was in fantastic shape, with just enough muscularity in her build to show she was strong, but not enough to detract from her femininity. She was athletic and petite and her proportions were perfect for her height at 5'7". Her pert 36Cs were hidden behind a sexy little sundress that settled just above the knee, showing off her well-toned legs. She was a hottie. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy over this stunning woman entering her home with her husband in tow. She recovered quickly and stepped around the kitchen island to give her husband's childhood pal a warm welcome. 

The three of them sat around that island having your usual conversations when people are meeting for the first time or reintroducing themselves after an extended absence in one another's lives. What do you do? How long have you been married? Where did you two meet? Whatever happened to so and so? As the drinks flowed, the three of them began to get comfortable. Despite her initial misgivings, Jen had to acknowledge to herself that she really liked Traci, and could see how a young Eric could be her buddy. Despite her appearance, she could still rattle off the starting 9 Yankees and other sports information that Jen couldn't begin to comprehend. Yet, on the other hand, she was definitely feminine and there was no shortage in subjects for the two women to connect over. Before they realized it, early afternoon had become evening.

"Oh my gosh, look at the time!" Jen uttered suddenly. They had been so lost in their conversation that they hadn't even seen the sun begin to set out the back window. "I meant to start dinner an hour ago!" she moaned regretfully. "Oh don't go to a fuss about me," Traci answered, "I'm good with pizza and beer."

"There's the Traci I remember!" said Eric with a laugh. "Pizza and beer it is!"

"If you don't mind, I'd just like to freshen up a bit before, if you could just point me in the direction of where I'm staying?" Traci asked.

"Sure. Eric, hon, why don't you order the pizza and I'll show Traci upstairs." Eric nodded his acceptance of the request and moved off to grab the phone and the menu. As the phone rang against his ear, he couldn't keep his mind from drifting back to the view he had when Traci had walked into the kitchen ahead of him earlier. He didn't think Jen had caught him, but he had been transfixed by the sway of Traci's hips and had stared at her ass since she crossed the threshold of the front door. He had been asking himself, 'had that ass been there all the time?' and it took the third asking of, "Hello?" by the pizza parlor to snap him back to the present. By the time he had finished placing the order, the girls were walking back down the stairs giggling all the way.

"What's so funny?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh nothing," said Jen. "Just hearing some stories from your childhood that you neglected to mention," she said with a laugh.

With only a slight bit of nervousness in his voice, Eric asked, "Oh man, where are those beers?"

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In the thirty minutes it had taken for the pizza to arrive, the hours of drinking had begun to catch up with them. Jen answered the door to a pizza delivery boy who must have just graduated from high school. She had left the cash in the kitchen and had him come in to unload them right on the counter. The young man thought he hit the jackpot and was already admiring Jen's rear as he followed her into the kitchen when he saw Traci standing there, slightly bent over the island talking to Eric, her shorts riding high at the odd angle she was leaning. He was totally busted as he stood transfixed for several seconds in the kitchen doorway. Traci turned to look his way as Jen walked past her to grab the bills that were resting on the counter. She gave him a little wiggle before turning around to face him with a slight smile.

"I hope you got sausage on the pizza Eric, I just LOVE sausage," she said naughtily, looking right at the delivery boy. He didn't even see Jen trying to give him the money for the pizza until she waved it in front of his face. 

"Uh, uh, thanks," he muttered as he placed the pizza warmer in front of his crotch as he unsuccessfully tried to hide his hard on. He turned and walked quickly to the front door, leaving the three of them to burst into laughter as soon as the door closed behind him.

After wiping away the tears and letting go of the last few cackles of laughter, the three of them sat down around the kitchen table to dig in to the pizza. 

"I can't believe you said that!" said Jen, "That was priceless! Naughty, but priceless!"

"Priceless and true," said Traci between chuckles. A silence came over them for a few seconds. Jen decided to break it.

"Tell me some more embarrassing stories about Mr. Cool Guy here," she said, pointing her thumb in Eric's direction. She leaned back in her chair, inching a little closer to Eric, placing her hand lovingly on his thigh as Traci visibly tried to think of the most embarrassing of stories to tell.

"OH! There's always the time I walked in on him getting a blow job!" She announced triumphantly.

Eric spit a little bit of his beer out, garnering some laughs from the girls.

"Please go on!" Jen said eagerly.

"Well, we had just graduated high school and Eric's parents had gone away for a weekend somewhere. We usually would get together, watch the game, sneak some drinks from somewhere and hang out. I hadn't heard from him so I just decided to go on over to his house. I practically lived there so I just opened the door and walked in. The big TV was down in the basement so after grabbing something from the fridge, that's where I headed. I got halfway down the stairs and find Prince Charming there sitting on the couch, head back, eyes closed as Suzy Pratt did her best to take every last inch of him in her mouth!"

Jen's hand began lightly stroking Eric's thigh beneath the table as Traci continued with her story.

"They hadn't heard me come in, and I was so surprised that I just stood there frozen. Suzy had her back to me but I had some elevation on the stairs so I had a pretty decent view. They were both stark naked, Suzy had her hand between her legs, rubbing herself for all she was worth. Moaning like the slut she was." Traci gave Eric a teasing smile before going on. "Well it wasn't long after that she started to make herself cum. I do have to give her credit, never let him slip out of her mouth the whole time.

Eric was drifting back down Memory Lane, remembering what Suzy's tight little mouth felt like wrapped around his cock, her tongue working his shaft as she bobbed her head on him. It wasn't until he felt Jen's fingers wrap themselves around his hard cock over his pants that he snapped back to reality.

"Well, I could tell he was getting close so I figured I'd best be getting out of there before they spotted me. So, I turned and started back up the stairs when that damn loose board gave me away. Suzy popped up off of him like a gunshot went off."

"And then one did!" Eric sputtered out, laughing.

"She had him so close that he couldn't hold back. She popped off of him, and he popped all over her."

"You didn't!" said Jen, squeezing him beneath the table.

"Boy, did he ever!" Traci said smiling, "I don't think I've ever seen so much cum. From what I remember, you're a lucky girl, Jen." The way she said it made Eric think that she liked the show all those years ago. And something about what Jen was doing under the table told him that she definitely was enjoying the story. Her light caresses had turned into full on stroking. A hormone-filled silence crept over them. This time it was Traci who broke it.

"Alright, well I'm kind of tuckered out from the travel, think I'm going to turn in if it's alright with you?"

In his mind, Eric was thinking, 'Thank God, or I was going to have to find a way to sneak out of here better than the pizza boy.' Mercifully, Jen stepped in to his aid, "Here, I'll take you upstairs and get you some toiletries."

Traci came over to Eric at the table and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight bud, I'm so glad we decided to do this."

"Me too," he said with a smile.

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As soon as the bedroom door closed behind her, Jen was on him. She pushed him down on his back and feverishly pulled at his belt, dying to free what was trapped behind his pants. His hands were roaming over her body, pulling at the hem of her dress, lifting it up over her head. Her full breasts were just about spilling out of her bra, her hard nipples poking over the cups. On her knees, she successfully freed him from his pants and quickly took his hardness into her mouth. They both moaned as she slid him deeper into her mouth, taking as much of him as she could muster. His view looking down made him moan even louder. Her little pink nipples bounced completely free with the ferocity she was throwing her head up and down on him. After a few more bobs, she took her mouth off of him just long enough to ask, "Is this how that slut Suzy sucked your big dick?"

Eric moaned and thrust up to meet her mouth. He pushed deeper into her throat than he had ever dared go before. Feeling her sucking him, he desperately needed to taste her. He pulled her up off her knees and laid her down where he had just been. He couldn't believe his eyes. Her yellow thong was completely soaked through and as he stood there, she was rubbing herself through them. He and Jen had always had a fantastic sex life, but he had never seen her so turned on. He stared at her cotton covered mound and thought about what could have her so excited. He quickly snapped out of it, and pulled her panties off to the side. He took in the sight of her womanhood and wasted no time licking around her nether lips. He loved the way the blonde beauty tasted, and could never get enough of her sweet nectar. He was careful not to touch her swollen clit, but licked and sucked at her lips, pushing his tongue deeply inside her, spreading her open, driving her mad with lust. He pushed two fingers into her, fucking her with his hand as he nibbled around her pussy. With his free hand, he pulled her breasts free of their captor and rolled her hard pink nipples between his fingers.

"Unh, unh, unh," she moaned. He could tell she was approaching her climax and wanted to push her over the top. He curled his fingers upwards, searching for her G spot. Her convulsion told him he had found his mark. Her moans were picking up in speed and volume. He quickened the pace of his fingers, eliciting a scream of pleasure. He decided it was time; he sucked her engorged clit between his lips as he pushed a third finger inside sopping wet slit.

"OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jen screamed, "GODDDDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSS!"

Eric had never heard her get as loud or cum as hard as she clamped down on his fingers. He let his tongue move over her button in a flurry, keeping her at her orgasmic peak for as long as he could. He could feel her clit throbbing between his lips as he licked her with abandon.

"OH! OH! OH! Oh! Oh!" her screams became whimpers as she began to come down from her orgasm. He released her over sensitized love button from his mouth. He moved up to look her in the eye. As soon as she could catch enough breath to speak, she opened her eyes, and said, "Put... that.... dick... in... me!"

Eric didn't need to be told twice. He was so hard it hurt. He pulled her soaked yellow thong off and could see her juices glistening on her bald lips. Jen was so hot and wet that he was able to slide his full 7 inches into her on the first thrust. They moaned together as his pelvis met hers. He had been hard off and on for hours now. Between the images of old Suzy Pratt, Traci's amazing derriere, and Jen's teasing, he didn't know how long he'd be able to last. Jen was moaning constantly as he hammered in and out of her. "FU-UH-CK... M-E!" The bed slammed into the wall with each of his thrusts. Her legs were wrapped tightly around him, holding his dick in her, keeping her spread open for him to get deeper. They were probably waking the entire neighborhood but they didn't care. The thought that Traci was in the house suddenly hit him. 'She has to be able to hear this,' he thought. This revelation washed over him and he felt the pressure build. He couldn't hold back any more, and with a roar he slammed his dick as deep into Jen as he could, spewing into her, wave after wave of cum shooting out from him. She screamed with ecstasy as she felt his seed explode. It seemed like he came for three solid minutes before the tension in his body relaxed and he collapsed beside her. As they lay there, catching their breath, Jen suddenly leant over and said, "Let Suzy Pratt compete with that!"

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Catching Up for Lost Time



It had been so long since I had seen Troy or Jake, not to mention seeing them both this evening. I had known both men for years and at separate times in my life had wonderful intimate moments with both. That hadn't happened for years; however, we had all remained friends through the years, rarely seeing each other. We silently supported each other during divorces and marriages, births and deaths, and only hoped for the best for each other in the future. It was certainly a surprise when Troy stopped by one evening before the Christmas holidays for a drink and to catch up. 

An hour later, the door bell rang and Jake had also stopped by to wish me a Merry Christmas. It was amazing to have the three of us together again. Troy jumped in and gave Jake a huge hug, and the conversation started with everyone trying to fill in the past few years. As usual the conversation was laced with dirty comments and memories of past affairs. Troy, who had stayed single since his divorce years ago, was in a dry spot, not finding any lady friend to catch his eye. Jake had recently broken up with his girlfriend of a few years and was feeling quite lonely. This made me sad. I understand both of them as I was also single and was having a hard time with Christmas just around the corner. They knew it and Jake came over and wrapped me in his arms for a long hug.

While hugging Jake, I suddenly feel Troy step up behind me, pressing into me. Confused and excited, I start asking what was going on. The response was Jake pressing his mouth against mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth. Troy was pressing himself hard into my ass, hands locked on my hips. Troy whispered in my ear that we all needed this and that it was long overdue. Speechless, I tried hard to keep my composure and dignity, which was slipping away from me every second. Every motion was amplified. The coarseness of their jeans excited me through my thin leggings. The feeling of being trapped between the two men who I had known for so long created so much more excitement than I could have expected. I could believe Troy would be up for this, but Jake? He was so shy, I was sure he would back out any moment. As far as I knew, he had a hard enough time being intimate with women, not to mention being this close to a guy. My breathing became thicker and heavier, with moans slipping between my lips. I was losing control and my body was reacting to this intense moment. Each breath I took and movement I made was against their chests, their arms, and the hardness that had erupted in both of their pants. 

Both men continued to caress my body, kiss my neck and lips. Both were starting to grind heavily against my body. Troy turned me around to face him while Jake continued on crushing me against him. All I could do was moan and mold against their bodies. Troy wanted to know how turned on I was, sliding his hands down the front of my leggings. He wasn't disappointed. I was dripping and the brief touch of his fingers made me moan even louder. Jake continued to kiss my neck, while his hands worked their way up under my tunic. He massaged my breasts hard, rolling my nipples between his fingers. I couldn't breathe. My knees were weak. I couldn't put words together. All I could do is moan and get wetter and wetter.

Troy pushed us backwards towards the couch, asking Jake to sit down with me on his lap. Suddenly I was pulled down, leggings down to my knees, Jake's hands continuing to kneed my breasts and tease my nipples. Troy smiled while he kneeled down, positioning himself to cause me even more torment. Slowly spreading my legs, Troy commented on just how wet my pussy was, dripping down my thighs. Aggressively, Troy pinned my legs far apart and attacked my pussy with his mouth. He started by biting at the lips, pulling them apart. Tormenting me, he licked everywhere but my clit, watching me start to buckle under the teasing of his tongue. Jake continued to pin me down to him, every movement rubbing against his hard cock trapped in his pants. 

Jake's breathing was becoming quicker and every once and a while I could hear a moan from him as he continued to caress the back of my neck. Troy's tongue suddenly flicked my clit, and it was enough to send me into an intense orgasm, my body going flushed and rigid as cum leaked from my pussy. I think I was screaming, or maybe just moaning really loudly -- I am not sure. I was so lost in that moment of extreme pleasure, that nothing else mattered other than Jake's hands playing with my tits and Troy's tongue lapping against my clit. Even after the peak of orgasm had passed, Troy continued to lick madly at my cunt while pinning my legs apart and crushing me into Jake's lap. 

I needed my pussy filled, a cock to compliment this pussy thrashing I was receiving. I managed to form the words "I need you in me" between my groaning, moaning, and panting. Troy laughed. He said that it was nice to see me going as crazy as I had driven everyone else for years. Jake chuckled into my ear, agreeing with Troy. I felt Jake's body go rigid and stop breathing momentarily. He stopped kneading my breasts. Looking down, I saw Troy slowly undoing Jake's jeans, tugging them down to his ankles. I could sense Jake's confusion, distress and excitement while pinned under my body. With one final tug of his boxers, Jake's beautiful penis sprang free, hard and dripping with precum. 

Troy took Jake's cock in his hands and rubbed it against my clit, sliding it over my pussy, coating it with my juices. Now I wasn't the only one moaning. Jake's hands were clamped on my tits, trembling, while he moaned at the unexpected sensations of a man holding his cock. Troy smacked my pussy with Jake's cock, watching how each of us squirmed and groaned under his torment. Every once and a while, Troy would pull the cock away from me to spend a moment lapping up my juices with his tongue, sending me into one intense orgasm after another when he focused on my clit. I would guess from the moaning coming from behind me, that Troy was not ignoring the cock that he held in his hand either. I looked to see Troy slowly caressing and stroking Jake's cock, coated in my juices while he nibbled at my clit.

Suddenly, there was an increase in Jake's moans, his breathing becoming faster. Troy had taken Jake into a whole unexplored world in pleasure. Troy had started tracing his tongue over the top of Jake's penis, licking off my cum from it. Slowly and gently, Troys mouth covered the head of the cock, taking it inch by inch in his mouth. Jake started to panic, but remained stuck while I was firmly planted in his lap. He was unable to say stop as he was moaning and groaning more than ever, his hands left my breasts and clasped my shoulders, digging his fingernails into me. This vision of Troy sucking Jake's cock while between my pussy lips, and Jake being pleasured by a man for the first time, sent me into yet another orgasm, shuddering and screaming loudly.

Troy took his mouth from Jake's cock and pressed his hard dripping cock against my pussy. It was pressing at my opening and I wanted him in me. With one grinding motion from Jake, his cock tore into me, filling me up. Troy watched Jake's cock slide in and out of my pussy, occasionally trailing his tongue against Jake's moving cock. This was insane. My body started to build another intense orgasm and it was going to be big, but I was working on holding it off as long as possible. Jake continued thrust his cock deep in me while I sat on his lap and Troy returned to molesting my clit with his tongue. 

It was then I heard Jake moan and ask Troy to keep going. I couldn't see what was going on because Troy's head was buried in my pussy. I gently pressed Troy's head away from my pussy to see him Jake's cock buried in me, and Troy's hand fondling Jake's balls. Troy's hand was cupping his balls, while letting his fingers explore Jake ass. Jake was dripping wet from my pussy juices leaking, that Troy was using my cum as lubricant for his finger to dance around Jake's ass. 

Again, Jake asked Troy for more. Staring at me and smiling, Troy obliged. Troy's middle finger started to disappear into Jake's ass, causing a long loud groan to come from Jake. With a wink, Troy resumed attacking my pussy while fingering Jake's ass. I am not sure who was louder, Jake or I, when it came to moaning and screaming. I was having my clit attacked by Troy's tongue and my pussy filled deeply by Jake's cock. Jake had his cock stuffed into my pussy while Troy was caressing his balls and fingering his ass.

This was too much. I wasn't able to maintain control anymore. A pending orgasm started building while Troy continued to harshly prod and tug at my clit with his tongue. Jake's cock was growing and grinding inside me, hitting all the right areas. My breath became erratic and my moans started turning into a constant growl. I crushed Troy's head against my pussy while driving my hips down on Jake's cock. Jake was almost screaming in ecstasy from my pulsating pussy gripping his cock and from Troy's probing fingers. It was becoming too much for him as well, and Jake started screaming he was going to cum. I felt Jake's cock pulsate and he sprayed cum deep in my pussy, screaming in sheer pleasure. It was then my turn. Hearing Jake's eruption turned me on and Troy's unrelenting tongue took me over the edge. I couldn't catch my breath as my body tightened and my pussy exploded in such an intense sensation, that I couldn't sit up without Jake holding me. I flooded Troy's mouth and Jake's cock with juices which were running out of me freely. I could feel Jake's cum sliding out of my pussy, mixing with my own. 

This was what Troy was waiting for. As Jake's cock slipped out of my soaked pussy, Troy started lapping up the flood of our combined cum. He was sucking it out of my pussy, groaning and moaning as he did it. Exhausted I collapsed back on Jake's chest as he continued to fondle my breasts. We just listened to Troy cleaning us up, moaning and getting drunk on our juices. Eventually Troy lifted his head, cum dripping down his chin and asked for me to take him in my mouth. 

Kneeling down I pushed him back to lay on the ground, letting Jake have a good look at my cunt, which was still dripping with juices. I didn't waste any time and deep throated Troy's cock hard and fast. No teasing, no tormenting. I was going to make this man cum in my mouth. The harder I gripped his cock and the faster I moved his cock in and out of my mouth, the louder and more urgent his cries became. Jake was watching and asking me to suck Troy's cock faster and harder. He was enjoying the show. Suddenly Troy grabbed my head and screamed he was going to make me choke on his cum. And that he did. His cum came in wave after wave of hot jizz squirting down my throat. I couldn't breathe or swallow it all, letting it leak out of my lips and down my chin. At last Troy let go of my head and I was able to lean back onto Jake's legs. We all sat there catching our breath and I'm sure considering when we would have the chance to see each other again.



Catching Up on the Couch



"Sorry I'm late Bobby, goodbyes took forever. I'm nearly at your place now."

A quick glance at her text message, and I was back to frantic last-minute cleaning. Throw away the pizza box. Move the plates into the sink. Should I have jazz music playing when she gets here, or would that seem cliché? I decisively opt for the jazz, figuring the mad drums and trumpets might keep pace with my adrenaline and give me something to focus on besides my spiked hormone levels. 

Lucy and I had been friends for years now, but never dated. That was likely why we could still have moments like these when she would come into town and ask to see me. She moved out of state years ago, and most of our friendship existed only through our cell phones. Even when we lived in the same state we'd find ourselves simply texting each other instead of hanging out, so seeing her in person now was a step into new territory. What would we do? I mean, I had an idea of what might happen, but it felt a bit cocky to just assume we'd have sex. 

Sex was the thread the stitched its way through the heart of our friendship. It seeped its way into seemingly unrelated matters, leaving notable impressions in our conversations. We often knew more about each other's kinks than our intermittent partners would, despite only having ever hooked up once. It was wonderful, but brief, and on many occasions we would lament that it only happened that once. 

Halfway through consolidating the trash cans scattered around the house, I heard Lucy knock at the door. As wild as the trumpets were soloing through my stereo, they no longer had any chance of keeping up with my internal energy now. I answered the door and was greeted with a "Sup, bitch?" I shook my head and laughed. 

Lucy was wearing a soft looking t-shirt and a skirt that showed off her many tattoos. There were several additions that I hadn't seen before. "Your place looks nice. What have you been up to?" Pleased that my quick cleaning session didn't go unnoticed, I offered to grab her a beer and started a round of small talk. Work sucked, people are lame, things are fine. She sat down on the couch, and as I handed her a beer I noticed her shirt was allowing an exceptional amount of cleavage. I quickly sat down so I could concentrate on the conversation, but caught myself trying to get a better look several times when she wasn't looking. 

Hanging out actually felt more organic this time than it had in our previous attempts. I was genuinely interested to hear about her day to day life in her town, and she asked me a bunch of questions about the things in my life I didn't take the time to go into detail over the phone. We had a bit more to drink, but only enough to loosen our laughter and allow us to speak more freely with one another. I made a quick lunch, and things were pretty awesome. As it so regularly would, the conversation veered into our sex lives. All roads lead to Rome, I believe the expression goes. 

"So, any new ladies in your life?" 

My pulse quickened as though my brain was already busy analyzing where this conversation might lead.

"Na, no new ladies. Though I do hear my roommates fucking from time to time, so I suppose there's that," I added sarcastically. "What about you?"

"Nope! No ladies, or guys. Just loving that single life in my apartment. Parties for days. Woo!"

"Go us," I added dryly.

We looked at each other. More than a moment passed. Then, quite suddenly, hands. Her hands at my back, and my hands at her neck and hip as I crawled on top of her, kissing and pressing our bodies together. I kissed and lightly bit her neck while she pulled at my shirt. 

Moving up to her ear I asked, "Shall we try this again?" 

"Fuck, yes," she breathed.

My hand moved to Lucy's waist, brushing against the exposed skin between her skirt and her shirt. I traced her hip bones with my fingertips for a moment, moving just under the brim of her skirt before moving my hand up towards her breasts. It struck me as odd at that moment that I had never before asked what her cup size was, given our fairly open relationship, but now didn't seem like the most appropriate time. More than a pleasant handful, I was quickly reminded. 

As I busied myself caressing her breasts, teasing the outlines of her nipples, Lucy clawed at my back, licking and biting my neck and ears anytime they got close to her. This was the first coffee of the day, the first nicotine rush after a dry spell. Her skin was made of orchids, and her tongue was fucking rocket fuel. 

I felt her hands move to the front of my pants, feeling first for my cock and then for the button. No matter how often it happens, I'm never quite prepared for the feeling of someone mauling the front of my pants to get my dick out. Something about the urgency of the action makes me feel like so necessary an ingredient in the mixture. I gave her nipple a parting pinch, and helped her unbutton my pants, sliding them down in the process. Her fingers curled around my dick and squeezed it slightly, then slid her hand from the head down to the base. I grabbed her wrist and moved it just above her head, pinning it against the couch, causing her to moan. She had mused on many occasions exactly how she would like to be handled if we ever got another opportunity to have sex. I didn't plan on disappointing her.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I asked, surprised at the sound of my own confidence. I was normally so mild mannered. 

"Yes," she moaned softly, feverishly pulling at my waist.

"That didn't sound convincing," I replied, pulling her skirt up. She wasn't wearing any underwear. I smiled at her boldness, and instantly went from 'very' to 'incredibly' aroused. "Are you sure?"

She tried to move her other hand to my dick in answer, but I grabbed that hand, too, pairing it with the other and pinning her down with one arm. "Yes," she pleaded, looking down expectantly.

I responded by pressing the head of my dick against her clit. She moaned louder, and it took a lot of effort not to slide myself inside her right away. I wanted to tease her more, though. "Convince me," I told her.

Having both arms pinned, Lucy didn't have much to work with apart from moving her hips to she could grind back against my cock, and talking dirty, which is what I was after. 

"God, I want you deep inside me. Give me your fucking co-."

I cut her off at "cock", shoving myself inside her impressively wet cunt, and she cried out in pleasure. It felt as though I'd been standing too close to an explosion. The world was an amazing white for an instant, followed by a crushing darkness, and for a moment there was nothing apart from Lucy's sharp inhale, and my relinquishing exhale. Like she pulled the very air from my lungs. I looked her in the eyes, held my cock pushed in to the hilt for a second longer, and then began sliding my way out. I could feel her cunt closing in around the head of my dick as I pulled away, and then gratefully giving way for my girth as I slid right back in. I let go of Lucy's arms, and she instantly removed her shirt, revealing not a bra but her awe inspiring tits. I peeled off my shirt and folded myself on top of her, feeling her nipples grow erect against my chest as I continually inserted and removed my full length from her pussy. 

"Is this what you wanted?" I asked.

"Yes," she moaned. Fuck, I love the way she moans. She didn't shirk away from letting her labored breathing explain how she liked to be fucked. I began to slowly increase my speed, no longer trying to push as much of me inside her as possible with each thrust. She drew up one of her knees, and I grabbed her upper thigh to use as leverage. As I fucked her, she rubbed her clit with one hand and caressed one of her nipples with the other. The image was amazing. Her, topless, with her large tits bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts, eyes shut and mouth slightly open, with her skirt pulled up to reveal my cock slipping in and out of her shaved cunt. I loved watching the lips of her pussy grip my cock as though they didn't want it to leave. 

We stayed in that position for a few minutes, just getting used to the feeling of each other's bodies. Not knowing how many opportunities like this we would have while she was in town, I decided we needed to get as much in as possible in this session. My brain searched for the file labeled "Lucy's sexual desires" somewhere in my memory banks, and began creating an itinerary that would give her as much bang before I, er— bucked. "How would you like it if I bent you over the couch to fuck you?" 

Lucy didn't need any more convincing than that. She pushed me off her, stood, and positioned herself to the side of the couch. I hurriedly kicked off my shoes to completely remove my pants, moved behind her, and with her head turned we caught each other's eye. Her look was serious and demanding, reassuring me to continue to direct the course of action. I slapped her ass firmly, drawing another short breath for her, and pressed my palm between her shoulder blades to coax her into bending over. Lucy leaned forward, planting her arms firmly on the arm of the couch, and spread her legs slightly. She turned her head back towards me again and told me, "Don't stop fucking me until I cum." 

Even before I lifted her skirt up I could see her bare pussy under the fabric glistening in anticipation. I pushed just the head of my cock in and slid it along the slit of her cunt, spreading her juices down to her clit. "Fucking put it in me," she begged.

Slipping it inside, I relished the sensation the new angle offered. We moaned in unison, and after a moment I put both hands on her waist and started thrusting hard. Lucy moaned louder, and pushed her ass back to meet my cock with every thrust. "Fuck, yes, fuck, yes," she panted, her voice raising slightly in pitch with each repetition. 

"Fuck" was all I managed to blurt out, too absorbed in the feeling of her soft ass bouncing against me. I gave it a squeeze and slapped it again, harder this time. "Do you like that?" I panted, as though I didn't already know the answer. 

"Spank me harder, daddy. I-deserve-it," she sputtered out, each word in time with the slapping sound of our bodies meeting. I smacked her ass even harder, and again after she let out a cry of joy. "Yes daddy, fuck me, fuck me!" In the reflection of the TV that stood in front of the couch, I could see our silhouettes. Lucy's tits swung with each thrust, and with each spanking her head jolted back. Lucy was watching the show on the screen, also, I noticed. 

Knowing I would cum soon, I slowed down a bit, and began rotating my hips slightly as I pushed inside her. This created less friction on the head of my cock, reducing my pleasure, but Lucy enjoyed the change of pace. I could tell her fingers were again at her clit by the way they would sometimes graze my cock. Her breathing became more labored, each breath shorter, so I knew she was going to hit her moment imminently. "Are you going to cum for daddy?"

"Yes," she whispered, barely having enough air to make soft little moans.

"Cum for me. Cum on my dick," I urged, pushing deeper and deeper inside her. 

The change in routine pulled Lucy back just enough for her moans to get louder again, which I could tell irritated her slightly when she replied, "Then make me cum." Taking that as a challenge to make her cum as hard as I could in the next minute or so before I finished, I slapped her ass hard, increased my speed and grabbed her hair. "Uhhh!" She cried, her fingers now furiously rubbing her clit. I pulled her hair slightly, just enough so she couldn't move her head away, and continued thrusting deep inside her. 

"Fucking cum for me," I repeated every few seconds. Her pussy was getting even wetter, and her walls growing tighter around my cock. With one hand pulling her hair, the other grabbing and slapping her ass, I did everything I could to focus on not cumming first. 

"Uh- ahhh!" Lucy cried, approaching climax. I pushed harder and harder, filling her pussy as much as I could, until finally she called out and her body shook. 

"Fuuu-" Her voice trailed off, and I held my dick deep inside her, feeling each wave of her orgasm. My cock throbbed inside her, only moments away from finishing. When she finally regained control of her breathing, she slid off my dick, motioned with her hand for me to move back, and she turned around. Not looking at my face, Lucy lowered herself to her knees, grabbed my dick, and slipped the head in her mouth. Immediately my eyes shut, and all I could feel was her tongue swirling around the tip of my cock. Her mouth felt amazing. I looked down to find her staring up at me, mouth firmly planted around my cock, and sliding down, slowly letting every inch fill her mouth. She pressed her tongue firmly against my shaft, and after she had slid down to the base, she began tracing patterns all the way up my cock. After sucking the head for a few moments, she looked me in the eye and asked, "Where do you want to cum?"

"Where do you want it?" 

Lucy slid her wet lips all along my shaft, as though she was buying time to ponder, and finally told me, "All over me." 

The head of my cock disappeared between her lips again, and so began the best blowjob I had ever experienced. Lucy never broke eye contact with me as she slid my cock in and out of her mouth, completely ignoring the saliva that was stringing from my dick to her tongue. She grabbed my ass, pulling me deeper inside her mouth, never relenting as I moaned and grabbed her head. Her fingers teased my testicles, and she gingerly ran her teeth across my cock. Finally, I could feel cum building up the length of my cock. As I pulled out, Lucy pulled her head back, allowing me free range of her upper torso, and she grabbed my cock to finish me. "I want you to cum on me," she moaned. "I'm your canvas. Cum all over my fucking tits and let me lick it off. Please cum for me, I want to taste you." Needing no further encouragement, I took back control of my cock and finally, gloriously came. She inhaled sharply as the first string hit her lips, followed by another on her tits. Lucy took me by surprise then by taking me back in her mouth, letting the rest of my cum hit the back of her throat. I could feel her moaning on my cock, and realized that she was fingering herself while she swallowed me. Only after I had fully finished did she release her hold on my cock, moving her hands to her tits where she collected the rest with her fingers and licked them clean, one by one. If I had the ability to cum again, I would have at the sight of her fingers inside her mouth and cunt at the same time. Once she was all clean, Lucy stood and kissed me on the cheek.

"How long did you say you were in town for?" 

"A few more days," said Lucy. "But I'm not finished with you today. For now, I think I need a cigarette break." Throwing her shirt back on, Lucy walked and grabbed her pack of cigarettes off the counter and went out onto the balcony. Fumbling to put my pants back on, I followed.



Catching Up With An Ex



Since turning 30 I've been in a reflective mood, thinking about the good old days and of friends I haven't seen in years. I decided to try to contact a few people just to see how their lives were going now. It worked out better than I imagined. Every person I wrote or called was happy to hear from me and I had a great time catching up. 

The most interesting reunion was with Tammy, my first long-term girlfriend. She had dumped me about 9 years earlier after dating for 3 years. The breakup broke my heart but I realized afterwards that she was right to end the relationship. We were simply too young and had so much more life to experience before we could commit to anything serious. So we parted ways and both ended up moving to different cities after graduating university. 

Despite the years that passed and the other serious relationships that developed, I never forgot Tammy. We may not have been perfect for each other in some ways, but she was the most sexually compatible woman I have ever been with. We were both inexperienced when we met, but soon made up for that. Our time together was dominated by sexual exploration. We could not get enough of each other's bodies and of dreaming up new ways to excite each other. I would frequently spend my university class time imagining how I was going to seduce and make love to her, and it turns out she did the same with me. Gradually we stripped away our inhibitions and shared ever naughtier fantasies, usually while role-playing. Happily, we discovered that we shared virtually the same turn-ons. 

We always enjoyed teasing each other, trying to turn the other on so much that they'll do anything for a release. We became expert at it and we playfully battled to out-torment the other and she usually won. I've had some great sex since Tammy, but no one has ever turned me on as completely as she did. I won't pretend that these thoughts were not in the back of my mind when I contacted her and arranged to meet her, but my main intention really was just to catch up. Hell, I didn't even know if she was married or not. Work was sending her out of town conveniently close to my city, so we arranged to meet in her hotel's lounge for a few drinks. 

My stomach was in knots before meeting her. I'm a pretty moderate drinker these days, but I did toss back a few beers to calm my nerves. I had not laid eyes on her in over 7 years and was worried that we'd have nothing to say to each other. My hopes were that she still looked as good as she did before, but I expected her to have put on a few pounds and for her body to have sagged here and there. I would have been surprised if she had let herself go completely because she had been very into fitness while we were dating and had actually become a part-time aerobics instructor right after we broke up. 

On my side I was pretty certain that my looks had improved since the time she met me. My super skinny 150 pounds on a 6ft 1in frame has increased to a more muscular 180 pounds and my child-like face has matured into that of an adult. People still don't believe that I'm 30, but I don't get ID's for drinks anymore either. 

At the arranged time I walked through the hotel lobby looking for the lounge. My eyes caught the blond hair of an attractive woman sitting on a bench and it took me some time to realize it was Tammy. We hugged hello and made our way to the lounge for some gin and tonics. The high-end hotel's atmosphere was very luxurious, which seemed to enhance our conversation and started the evening off on a great note. As we drank and caught up, I tried to force my gaze not to travel down her body. It wasn't that hard since her pretty face and deep eyes were a pleasure to look at. But when she excused herself I took the opportunity to stare at the creamy white skin between her leather boots and the hem of her dress. 

It turned out that we were both single but I didn't raise my hopes of doing some of the things I had fantasized about every night for the past week. I wanted to make sure that Tammy would not win this time. 

Writing this out I understand how silly it must sound, but we had a number of sexual reunions in the year after our breakup and she had always been the one to end it. Basically this woman ended up dumping me numerous times, and each time I swore I would be stronger and not succumb to her again. But when she needed my sex again she would pull out all the stops until I agreed. She would arrive at my place dressed only in an overcoat and beg to give me head, or she would arrive in pigtails and ask to play 'babysitter', or she would beg me to force myself on her. Every time was sexually fantastic, but my pride took a beating every time the affairs ended. So even this many years later my pride overrode my libido, at least temporarily. I vowed not to initiate any sex and kept the conversation on the friendly side.

The evening progressed successfully to dinner at a nice nearby pub/restaurant. We ate well and had no end of old stories about old friends. Neither of us mentioned sex but we enjoyed a great evening anyway. After last call, I felt more than half drunk and even more convinced that she looked fantastic. I was still stubbornly determined not to cave in first with an obvious come on, but my flirting kicked into high gear. By this point I knew I wanted her but I couldn't read if the feeling was mutual. 

At 2AM we had to leave the bar and with nothing else open there was no option but to take her back to her hotel. The reunion had gone so well that I couldn't really be disappointed, but after seeing her again and remembering some of our escapades it was unfortunate that we would not be reliving some of them. I parked in front of her hotel and walked her into the lobby, determined to be a gentleman and also giving her every last chance to ask me upstairs. And then it happened. She asked me if I wanted to see her fantastic room and keep talking. It was a very casual, breezy and friendly request, but in my mind she had now come on to me first. I agreed immediately.

Her room really was fantastic, but I took very little notice. Tammy stood in front of me laying her jacket on a chair and kicking her boots into the corner. I decided that enough time had been wasted that night so I brazenly came up behind her and placed my hands on her hips. She stood up straight and shocked but did not move away. I kissed her neck as gently as I could and felt her whole body shudder. She turned around and stared at me with a desperate look on her face before melting her lips onto mine. 

We kissed for a long time before I moved my mouth down to her neck. Between uninhibited groans she told me she hadn't been sure if I wanted to... before losing her thoughts in pleasure. I unzipped her dress and let it slide to the floor, exposing the skin I had been admiring all night. My hands were gently exploring Tammy's sides and back and sensitive neck as I kissed her face. She held me tight, seemingly in a trance of need, simply letting me do as I pleased. 

I lay her on the bed and paused to take her in for a moment. She looked amazing. Seven years had taken nothing away from her. Her eyes glazed over with lust and her amazing breasts heaved deeply. She completed the look of a completely horny Tammy by slowly rubbing her thighs together and tucking her hands underneath her back. Then the devil in me spawned an idea that made me smile from ear to ear.

I crawled over Tammy and removed her bra. Her pink nipples jutted out irresistibly. I kissed and rubbed her entire torso, pulling briefly on those nipples and spending more time on her neck. By the time I reached down the front of her panties they were soaked. I peeled them down slowly, relishing her beauty. As I sat back and absorbed her body with my eyes, I noted that the only difference from the old days was that she now sported a more narrowly trimmed bush. 

Determined to make her as excited as possible I returned to her mouth and kissed deeply, hands exploring but staying away from the most sensitive areas. I then moved downward with my head. She unconsciously moaned out an audible 'yes' when she felt me licking down her chest, down her stomach taking an agonizing amount of time. 

Kissing and licking all the way down to her pussy, I lovingly spent time on every inch of flesh except her clitoris. I spread her open with my fingers and breathed warmly on her. My fingers danced around her outer lips and over her hair while my tongue found its way lightly over everything but the trigger. Tammy had her hands on the back of my head trying to force me onto the slit, but I resisted. She may have realized that I planned to torture her with desire, but she was in no position to do anything about it. I gave her pussy a final massage with my fingers and stood up. 

Her eyes lit up in concern until I began undressing. She smiled and sat up to watch me until I was naked and then held her arms open to welcome me back. I lay on top of her and kissed her again, but told her we couldn't go any further. She looked at me in alarm and said 'What?'. I explained that we had no condoms and I was always very careful. Tammy began to explain that she had some, but she was interrupted with the sensation of my hard cock at her opening. I told her I needed the large size, which wasn't strictly true (just a preference) and removed my cock. 

I kept kissing her and teasing her with my cock until she was basically babbling, holding my back and trying to thrust herself down on me. It was everything I could do not to just give in and fuck her right there. Then she used her legs and squeezed at just the right moment and I slid inside her a few inches. 

We gasped into each other's mouths as I felt how hot and wet she was. It took me a minute to regain my composure. I told her that we could not do this as I rocked myself almost imperceptibly inside her. She kissed me as passionately as she could while pressing me with her legs, but I held on and slid out of her. Before she could protest I slid the head of my cock into her, and then back out. 

She grabbed my hands and slid them over her head, a position we enjoyed countless times while dating. It had the effect of exciting her submissive nature and my dominant nature and it very nearly made me forget my game. But I held off. I allowed myself one half thrust into her which felt as good as anything I've ever felt in my life, and then got off of her.

Tammy knew she was being played with now and tried to turn the tables. She told me that she'd do anything I wanted. She said that I could play with her any way I wanted, that she'd be my toy. I knew she meant it and I knew that I was losing my ability to resist her any longer. Tammy then asked me in a sweet voice if she could suck my dick. I didn't answer, but that didn't stop her from crawling over to me as I kneeled on the bed. Continually staring at me, she crawled in front of me and gently licked the head of my cock. It was useless to pretend it wasn't amazing since I was as erect as I had ever been in my life. 

Tammy licked the whole length of me, smiling and looking into my eyes and told me she could taste herself on me. I was squeezing my hands together behind my back in concentration so that I wouldn't give in. I tried to ignore the talented lips and tongue as she moaned onto my cock. I closed my eyes so that I wouldn't have to be tortured by the beautifully innocent smile of the woman seducing me. But when I felt her take me into her mouth, and then suck almost all of me in I had to look. She knew I would since her eyes were on mine the whole time. The site of her staring at me and even managing to smile at me with my whole cock in her mouth nearly pushed me over the edge. Then I saw her playing with herself, which is something I always loved to watch. I pulled out of her mouth and told her to bend over. 

She obeyed and I came up behind her, squeezing her ass and trying to carry out the last part of my plan. I rubbed my cock over her wet pussy and then held myself at her cunt. I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her, and she moaned 'Yess, Fuck me' way too loudly for a hotel room. I let myself slide in just an inch.

'Tammy, I want your pussy. But I want it any time I need it. Tell me that your pussy is still mine to use whenever I want'. I could see her smile as she understood my game, but she didn't answer right away. Her competitive nature forced her to make a last stand. She tried to quickly slam her ass backward and catch my cock again, but I held her tight. She was rocking back and forth anyway, moaning like a hungry cat. I slid in another inch, then out again. 

'Tammy, tell me your cunt belongs to me from now on. Whenever I need you, you are going to be mine'. 

She answered with the sultry voice she always used to use when she was talking about her deepest, most secret dirtiest fantasies. 'You want me to give you my pussy, huh? You want to use my cunt?' She was working herself up with her own words, continuously rocking, continuously trying to suck in more of my dick. I knew she was close to giving in, but I was too. I had to end it.

I grabbed a handful of her blond hair and pulled, straightening her up until her back pressed against my chest. Still holding her hair, I turned her head enough to face me. Her mouth stood open in surprise. My other hand stroked her slowly from her neck to her right breast, down to her pussy. I grabbed her slippery clit between my fingers and squeezed.

'Tammy, who does this belong to now?' The hoarseness of my voice surprised me. My lips hovered an inch away from hers waiting for her answer. I could feel her heat up dramatically inside with the head of my cock. The expression on her face changed into one of pure animal desperation.

'Please fuck me and you can have me whenever you want. You win. Please fuck me now.' With that she kissed me hard and slid completely onto my cock. I grabbed her hips with both hands and fucked her deep and hard. 

It took me a few minutes to remember that I wasn't wearing a condom. I slowed down and asked her if she was on the pill, and she said no. When I mentioned that I wasn't using anything she was so out of control that she said she didn't care. With Herculean effort I pulled out of her and slid down beside her. 

Side by side we began kissing and using our hands on each other. She alternated rubbing my cock against her pussy and expertly masturbating me. My fingers remembered what she liked and firmly stroked circles around her clit. Tammy whispered the dirty things I loved to hear, fantasizing about what we'd do with another woman in bed with us while manipulating me until I told her I was going to cum. She said 'Good!' and begged me to come all over her. My orgasm brought flashes of color over my eyes as my whole body throbbed. When I came back to reality I realized that I had forgotten to breath, I sucked in a gasp of air which made Tammy laugh and ask if I enjoyed that. 

I replied by continuing her story about the other woman and playing with her pussy. I described what I had planned for her now that I owned her, turning her on and fingering her until she exploded over me. We stayed in that position without bothering to clean up. We just lay there, playfully talking about 'my' new pussy until and fell asleep in each other's arms.



Catching Up With An Ex-Girlfriend



Each week I try to run two miles at least four times. I use a jogging path in a secluded park a few blocks away from my house. It's a beautiful path that runs through the woods, and this seems to make me more motivated, and makes the running seem less tedious. This week I've been very busy at work, so I've fallen behind. I'd only run once and yesterday was Saturday, so I decided to try to run as much as I could.

The path was nearly deserted, so I was able to run at my own pace. I'd completed my usual two miles and was still feeling good, so I kept going. I'd run almost four miles when I came up behind a woman. She was wearing black spandex pants that showed off her shapely ass. She had long, curly red hair that, for some reason, wasn't up in a ponytail.

After enjoying the view of her ass for awhile, it was time to move on, so I quickened my pace to pass her. As I got next to her, I looked over and smiled as we made eye contact. She smiled back, and then I realized who she was. It was Paula, an ex-girlfriend of mine. She seemed to recognize me too, so we stopped to say hello.

Paula and I had dated for almost five years. We'd met in high school and continued dating through our first two years of college. We had a great relationship, but we both wanted to take advantage of all college has to offer, and had gone our separate ways. Over the years we'd lost touch and hadn't spoken to each other in a couple of years. In the back of my mind, I'd always regretted breaking up with her. We always had a great time together, and I had the best sex of my life with her.

"Look who it is," she said. "Long time, no see."

"Too long," I replied. "You look great!"

She did. She looked amazing. She was just like I remembered, even though I hadn't actually seen her in about five years. She had a nice, tight body with full B or small C boobs. She wore a tight spandex-type top, which exposed her tight midriff, and accentuated her tits, giving them a little lift.

"What do you say we do a little jogging as we catch up?" she asked.

"Sounds good," I replied.

I was getting pretty tired, but I was excited to see her. As we ran, I was mesmerized by her bouncing boobs, making me glad that I'd worn loose shorts.

"So what's your story?" Paula inquired.

I explained to her that about a year ago, my girlfriend and I had bought a house a few blocks away, but we'd just broken up a couple of months ago. 

"Wow, that really sucks!" she responded. 

"How about you? I haven't seen you run here before?" I inquired.

Paula explained that she'd just moved into the area about six months ago, but she'd just discovered this park. It turned out that we only lived two blocks away from each other.

"Do you live with someone?" I asked. Of course, I hoped that the answer was no.

"No, by myself." She answered. "I'm only renting it right now. It's a little out of my price range, so I'm hoping to find a roommate."

I was happy with that answer! 

As we ran, we reminisced about old times. We talked about the typical things: our old friends, what they were up to, if we still talked to them, etc. We were both really enjoying the conversation, so I figured I'd take a chance and bare my soul a bit. I stopped jogging and took hold of her hand.

"You know, I've always regretted losing you. You are by far my greatest love. I've spent every day since trying to find someone like you, but I never have. I've really missed you." I gushed.

"Really?" she asked. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me! I know how you feel though. I feel the same. I've wanted so many times to call you and see if we could try again, but I just figured you'd met someone else by now."

With that she leaned in and gave me a big hug. "And I've never found a man that could please me the way you did either." she said.

I was stunned by her forwardness. She'd always been very reserved when it came to talking about sex. 

"Is that right?" I asked. I then tilted her head to mine and kissed her. It had been so long since I kissed those full, sexy lips. What a feeling! She responded by shoving her tongue in my mouth. This was the hottest, wettest kiss I'd had in years! She had to feel my member pushing into her. As we kissed she slid her hands down onto my ass and pulled me into her. I did the same, taking hold of her wonderful ass. 

She then took my hand and led me towards the woods. She pushed me up against a tree and resumed our kiss. While we kissed, I could feel her hand sliding lower and lower on my body. Finally she felt my cock through my shorts. In the meantime, I had stuck my hand down the back of her pants, feeling her naked ass. She got even bolder and stuck her hand down my pants, grabbing my cock. With her other hand, she started to pull my shirt off. I gave her a little help and pulled it up, over my head. As soon as my shirt was off, she started kissing her way down to my neck and chest. As she continued lower, she licked her way around my stomach. She was driving me wild! When she reached my belly-button, she shoved her tongue in it. It was a weird feeling I'd never felt before. Continuing lower, she took hold of my shorts and underpants, and pulled them down to the ground. As she did, my dick popped free and hit her in the cheek. She took hold of it with her right hand and started to tug it, slowly. Paula looked up at me and smiled, then took me in her mouth. It was so hot and so wet! She swirled her tongue around my cock as I pushed her head into me. In all too short a time, I blasted my spunk into the back of her throat. She gagged a little, and then caught her breath. I pulled her up to me and kissed her, spinning her around until she was leaning against the tree.

I took her cue and pulled her shirt over her head, letting her tits pop free. Just as I remembered, they were great. She has pale skin, so her nipples are almost reddish, and her tits are covered with freckles. I kissed and sucked them before making my way lower. I reached her pants, and pulled them down in a hurry. She had a full bush of red hair above her pussy. I took a big lick from the bottom of her lips to the top, before pushing my tongue into her hole. I pulled her lips apart and explored her depths. She must have been telling the truth about the way I pleased her, because after only a few minutes, she let out a loud groan before showering me with her juices. I enjoyed that familiar taste.

She grabbed a fist of my hair and pulled me up towards her. She kissed me deeply as she took hold of my cock. Without hesitation, she put me right at her entrance. I accepted the invitation, and plunged into her. Again, she let out a loud moan as I entered her. I fucked her without abandon, slamming into her, pushing her back against the tree. As I fucked her, she wrapped her legs around me, pulling me into her. Feeling her hot body against mine was amazing; her tits pressed against my chest. I soon felt her pussy walls tighten as she let out a scream and covered my cock with her juice. It was too much for me to take and I exploded into her, letting out a yell of my own.

She let her feet fall to the ground as we embraced, my cock softening, still inside her pussy. Finally I pulled out, her pussy making a slurping noise as I did. We dressed hurriedly, considering our surroundings. I invited her back to my house, to clean up. We held each other's hand as we headed to my house, both of us on cloud nine from the sex and also from our reunion. We were finally with the person we'd always wanted and I hoped this time it would last.