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Danielle

By: Shakedown1977



She had an infectious grin; that was the first thing. Impish; it kind of reminded me of Jack Nicholson. But there the resemblance stopped. She was petite, about 5'3, damned if she was over 105 pounds. Dark hair cut to frame her face. Small, swimmer's body. She had a six-pack (she showed me). Deep brown eyes.

It was hard to see her as a girl because of the gender-neutral hats, t-shirts and khaki pants we had to wear at the restaurant I managed. It was also hard to see her as a girl because she was my eighteen-year old employee, and although I was no old man at 22, I still had my standards. No favoritism, no harassing the female employees, hands off, all business. I think that's why she liked me so much. She wanted to see if I would crack.

She had gone through infatuations with the other two managers already, but one was engaged and the other quickly began to bother her, I guess because it was too easy. He was instantly all over her. So I guess she saw me as a challenge.

Now, I'm no perfect physical specimen. I could stand to lose about fifteen or twenty pounds. But I carry myself well and dress well, and I'm told I have a quiet confidence that women find attractive. And I'll admit I have a pretty handsome face.

What Danielle started doing was touching me all the time. Not just patting me on the shoulder. Pressing her body up against mine. Like a hug, but more like she was holding me. I would be leaning against a counter and she would come up to me and wrap her arms around me, pressing her lovely breasts against my chest. I would always protest and gently disengage myself, but I think she knew I liked it. 

Once I was in the back of the store washing dishes (to try to get everyone out on time) and she kept splashing me with water. I got angry and told her that if she didn't stop, I would throw her into the water. She splashed me again, and I grabbed her, picked her up, and started to put her in. She screamed and begged me to put her down, so I did. I don't think she was used to a guy doing what he said he was going to do.

I knew she was just a kid, and I tried to stay away from her. I really did. But one night I just cracked. She had been touching me all night, teasing me, and I was hard as blue steel. I had to have this girl, tonight. So when we started closing, I asked her to hang around for a little while. 

"Are you trying to get me alone?" she teased.

"Yes," I told her.

She laughed as though I were kidding.

The last employee said goodbye and shut the door, and I stared at Danielle for a long time. Easily, I leaned over and kissed her.

A little taken aback, she kissed me back. Then she pushed me away.

"Steve," she said. "I don't think-"

I leaned down and kissed her neck, then moved along a valley in her neck to her ear. My hands were at her waist, untucking her shirt.

"I don't either," I whispered. "This is a terrible idea, and you should go home."

My hands went up her shirt, along the sides of her hourglass figure, tracing her creamy skin. Danielle was breathing very hard. Her hands were at the small of my back. She pulled me into her, my erection between her thighs. She kissed me a little while, then stopped.

"Ok," she breathed. "I'm going now."

I smiled and stepped back. Distracted, she smoothed her shirt, smiled quickly, and bolted for the door. I went into the office and sat down, staring at the clock. Precisely 45 seconds later, I heard the door open and Danielle came back in. 

"I forgot my purse," she blushed, not quite looking at me.

I got up and gently took her hand, and led her over in front of the desk. Finally she looked into my eyes, and nodded almost imperceptibly, ok. I hauled her t-shirt up over her head.

I can't describe how sexy this young woman was, sprouting from her khaki slacks like a tulip, full little breasts straining against her white bra. I reached behind her and unclasped it, pulled it away, revealing firm tits and dark pink nipples, already hard and pointed from the cold office. I propped her butt on the desk and licked her nipples, sometimes hardly nipping them, sometimes moving up towards her neck, as she pulled my shirt off and fumbled with my belt. 

I unzipped her slacks and pulled them and her white panties off at once, and in front of me were perfect silky legs, and a shaved pussy, already flushed and moist. I started to go down on her, but she stopped me.

"I don't really like it," she said, embarrassed, and took my hand and brought it between her legs.

I played her like a piano, sometimes drawing my finger along her slit, sometimes burying two or three in her hot sex, sometimes rubbing around her clit. Her head was thrown back, and she was gasping loudly, kind of half-moaning. My fingers were sopping wet.

She undid my pants as I diddled her, pulled down my boxers and ran her finger along my cock. My thick head was purpled and engorged, and my balls felt heavy as barbells as she held them in her hands. 

She was about to orgasm. She jerked my cock hard as she came, holding her other hand over my hand.

"This was definitely worth waiting for," she said finally.

With hardly a minute's rest, she pulled herself forward until she was barely sitting on the edge of the desk, legs spread, and she grabbed my ass and pulled me to her. Fumbling in her heat, she took the head of my dick and placed it against her opening, then grabbed my butt again to push me in. She was so wet that I entered her all the way in the first thrust. Her eyes widened, and she bit my shoulder. She felt like hot water and silk mixed with a little burlap. I couldn't go deep enough in her. My balls slapped against the desk, almost painfully, as I moved my whole length in and out of her. She was biting my ear and I was grunting and groaning like a bull, and I felt her tight little muscles clenching me as she came again.

"I'm going to come, baby," I kept yelling, like a mantra. "I'm going to come."

"Come in me," she gasped, "it's ok."

I was in no mood to argue. It's almost a painful thing to come inside a girl, like scratching an itch-overstimulation-it hurts, but then you burst like a dam and feel your love flowing into her, as I did with Danielle, and you thrust your dick into her as far as it will go so you'll know she's yours.

I shot into Danielle so hard I saw stars. Then, drained, I sat down in the office chair and she sat her little pixie body in my lap, and kissed me.

Danielle



Danielle is the newest addition to the accounting firm where I work. She's twenty-two years old and fresh out of college. She has the most amazing green eyes and sparkling auburn hair. She's very petite, only about 5' 2" with a slim figure. This was obviously her first "real job" and she was trying so hard to look the part of the up and coming young executive. Yesterday on break I had finally got her talking and she admitted she was sorely missing her "wild" college days. Well, maybe we would just have to do something about that… I offered to show her the local nightlife. 

I picked her up at her place at 9 o'clock. I had volunteered to drive, as I know the area better. When she opened the door and I was very pleasantly surprised. What a knockout! She was wearing a slinky little silver dress and heels to match that had to be at least 4 inches high. She wore her hair down and it fell in chestnut cascades over her shoulders and breasts. It was longer than I had expected, falling down to caress the top of her hot little ass. I was glad I had chosen my white sundress that really showed off my tan quite nicely. The cut left little to the imagination as my breasts strained against the flimsy material.

She gave me the "grand tour" of her town house and then we were off to the clubs. We started off at one of my favorite haunts. We sat and had a few drinks just to loosen up before going out to the dance floor. It was still early and there were not many other people out yet. Several stops later, it was obvious that Danielle was becoming quite tipsy. The more she drank, the closer she danced to me. Not that I minded in the least. I was having a wonderful time. Finally at around 1 o'clock, Danielle flopped down at a table and declared herself drunk. She said she was tired and asked me to take her home. I was a little disappointed, but beginning to get sleepy myself.

The drive back to her place only lasted about 20 minutes, but it really looked as though she were falling asleep in the seat next to me. When we arrived at her place she seemed to suddenly perk up. She insisted that I come in because she had a bottle of wine that we absolutely must finish.

As soon as we shut the door behind us, she pulled me into her arms and kissed me. I greedily returned the kiss and my arms went around her as our tongues dueled. Her mouth was sweet from the wine she had been drinking all night and her lips were soft as rose petals. I felt her breasts pressing into me. Her hands found the zipper on the back of my dress and pulled it down. She pushed the straps from my shoulders without breaking the kiss stepped away a bit. I lowered my arms shrugging the dress off, feeling it flutter to the floor. Her hands found my nipples already hardened into little points. Danielle stroked them softly, little icicles shot down my spine to my crotch. I brought my hands up to her breasts and caressed them through her dress. They were much softer and smaller than mine. She wasn't wearing a bra under the dress and I could feel her hardened nipples through the flimsy material.

Danielle's zipper made a tearing sound as I lowered it. Impatiently, I pushed the dress off her shoulders down to the floor. Her high breasts begged for attention as I returned my hands to them. Her skin was so silky soft as I traced it with my fingertips. Her nipples elongated further under my touch. I bent down to flick one with my tongue. She gasped as I captured it with my mouth and gently suckled. Breaking the suction, I bent to work her tiny black panties over her slim hips and down to the floor, leaving her naked except for her heels. She had a sweet figure; small high breasts, slender hips, and a tight, round ass. She was shaved bare and I ran my hand over her smooth pussy. 

Her left hand moved from my breast, down my tummy and to my crotch, caressing me through the thin lace of my panties. I took her by the hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom. She gently pushed me back onto the bed and drew my panties off. She smiled up at me, nudging open my legs and knelt on a pillow on the floor. Her finger touched my pussy for the first time and I shuddered. She bent down and I closed my eyes as I felt the first touch of her tongue on my pussy. She quickly grew bolder increased her intensity as she lapped my wet cunt. Her nimble tongue circled my clit, teased my inner lips, and probed my opening. The sensation was indescribable. My whole body tensed as I felt my climax approaching. My hands balled into fists and I gasped at the intensity of my orgasm. 

Danielle climbed onto the bed next to me and kissed me wetly on the mouth. I sat up and slid to the floor between her legs. I pulled her small body to the edge of the bed and propped her legs up on my shoulders. My tongue made lazy figure eight's around her clit, flicked across her lips and around again. I circled the entrance, dipping in to taste and then up again over her clit. She was softly moaning, rocking her hips. 

I thrust my tongue into the opening, while I played with her clit with my hand. She began to rock her hips rapidly. I buried the fingers of my other hand into her hot, wet cunt. I felt her build to orgasm and the spasms around my fingers as she climaxed, getting even wetter as she came with gasps and moans. 

We lay there relaxing for a few moments, and then I smiled at her and asked her if she hadn't said something about a bottle of wine that we absolutely must finish...



Danielle



NOTICE: All fictional characters in this fictional story are at least 18 years of age, and fictional proof is on file in my fictional file cabinet.

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PART I

Danielle was exploring her newly found sexuality. She had been taking a nap in the nude, and woke up with a pleasant tingling between her legs. It was a warm lazy summer day, and she was in no hurry, so she threw back the sheet, lay naked on the bed, and began gently running her hands up and down her shapely smooth body. Her fingers softly traced the curves of her young teenage breasts, her slender hips, her long silky legs. She closed her eyes and fantasized idly about simple pleasures. 

Her aunt and uncle and cousin were visiting, but they had all gone to the mountain with her parents to see the new land, so Danielle was alone in the house. Danielle's father had bought a piece of land near the base of the mountain, where he planned to build a cabin when her retired. She had been there a few times, and it drifted through her thoughts. She had seen there a deep pool at the base of a small waterfall. She thought about how beautiful it all was, surrounded by the tiny bluebell flowers, and the white aspens. She imagined how she might like to go swimming all naked in that pool and feel the cool water caress all over her tender young nude body.

The lacy white linen curtains of her bedroom window billowed softly in the breeze. Her window was fully open, and the smell of summer wafted in. There were the odors of fresh flowers and cut grass, and the day was sunny and cloudless. She heard birds chirping in the cottonwoods. In the distance a lawnmower hummed, and a dog barked at intervals. It was a perfect day for doing nothing productive, and to rejoice in life.

So Danielle lay and fantasized idly. She ran her fingertips up and down her nipples and flicked over them softly. She kicked off the last of the bed sheet so as to be fully nude. It felt good to let the gentle breeze caress her pretty little toes, and play over her entire body. It made her tingle all over. She loved the summer, and loved to be naked. She briefly thought of walking all nude out in the garden, and how good that would feel. Maybe she would do it sometime, when nobody was home. It was exciting to think about anyway. As she touched herself and enjoyed the softness of her own body, her thoughts gradually became more sexual. She thought of some of the boys at school, and how they moved when playing football and basketball. She remembered last week when she glanced in the weight room and saw boys in there lifting barbells. How their muscles bulged and glistened with sweat. She imagined them lifting weights all nude, and wondered how they would look. She wondered how it would feel to run her fingers over a man's muscles - his arms, the little ripples on the side of his abdomen. And what about holding a naked man around the waist? How exciting that would be!

At length her hands seemed to gravitate towards her tender soft little sex. Her fingers played softly over and around it. Her legs parted a little, and she gently pressed against it with the middle finger of her right hand. As she played, the images flashed through her mind freely in disconnected order. She imagined swimming naked in the falls pool with a boy. They swam and talked almost as normal, feeling clothed by the water. But then he would turn over to swim on his back, and his hard cock would accidentally poke up out of the water, all exposed for her to see. What would that be like? And what about being in bed with a man? She imagined what it might feel like to feel the weight of a man pressed against her, filling up her tender soft sex.

Gradually her arousal increased, until she found she was laying on her back with her legs spread, pulling her little bare pussy lips apart with the slender feminine fingers of one hand, while softly tracing circles over her clit with the other hand. Her touches were becoming more urgent and purposeful. She licked her finger for lubrication, and found it was already scented with the perfume of her desire. She lingered to savor the scent and the flavor - then gently wet her finger again with her sex, and tasted it again. With her fingers wet and slippery, she ventured to insert one farther inside, penetrating slowly but deeply. A small gasp of pleasure and surprise escaped from between her soft full lips. No matter how many times she did this, she was always surprised at how wonderfully good and fulfilling that first penetration felt.

She closed her eyes and fondled herself slowly and deeply. She again became curious how it would taste, and pulled her finger out once more. She ran it over her young lips, enjoying the wetness, the musky smell and taste - she smiled pleasantly as a little feeling of naughtiness fluttered across he mind, as she realized she was licking and so enjoying her own sexual juices. She wondered if her friends ever did the same thing. Probably they did - they were coming into their sexuality too, no doubt.

She inserted her finger once again into her bare little pink hole, and now was becoming quite excited. She raised her little round ass off the bed to meet her finger. Her hand was making quicker little circles now, her legs beginning to spread and lift with increasing tension. She thought of boys at school, and how they must look at home, stroking their penises at night and thinking of sex. She would like to see a boy squirt his stuff out, she thought. She would like to see the shaft of a man's penis filling her up, sliding in and out, satisfying her urge to fuck.

Her masturbation continued aimlessly for a long time, with increasing excitement, and increasingly explicit sexual images through flowing through her young mind. She always loved masturbating after waking up, and wanted to savor the feeling on this beautiful day.

Danielle was becoming flushed with excitement. She could barely contain herself now. Climax was on the way. She had conjured up a lover in her mind now, and could feel his weight on her. She lifted her legs up in the air and pretended to wrap them around the back of this mysterious dark man, urgently working to pleasure himself and her with his long erect cock, kissing her neck, nibbling on her breasts. He was heavy and muscular compared to her, and his torso was thick and masculine as she reached around him with her delicate little arms, pulling him close. She kissed his ear and ran her cheek against his soft black hair. She spread her legs, wanting to permit him to penetrate deep inside her. The insides of her thighs were caressed softly at every stroke by the soft sides of his smooth ass. She imagined how it would look from behind, with his bare ass pumping up and down, her pussy lips parting widely to admit his member in and out, her cute little feet bouncing in the air as she received a good stiff fucking. She was on the verge of climax now, urgently caressing her pussy with one hand, while running the other hand generously over her body, her breasts, her abdomen, her ass - pretending that her mysterious lover was caressing her into orgasm. The peak was coming, and she decided the moment was right to let to wash over her now.

So engrossed was Danielle in her masturbation that she did not immediately notice that her bedroom door had opened. By the time realized what had happened, her cousin Peter was standing at the door, eyes and mouth wide open, shocked at what he had walked in on. 

So great was her excitement and momentum that she could not immediately stop. In fact she tried to stop, but her hand kept giving tiny little caresses to her pussy almost without her permission. She looked at Peter and stammered for something to say...but the excitement was too great. Words could not be formed. She saw his eyes trace down her body to where her finger entered her soft delight. His glance sent an electric wave through her. Her hand began to move more. She became aware of being flushed - her embarrassment had caused her to blush to the point of swooning. But now the heat of shame which she felt at first in her face was being felt elsewhere. Her nipples were flushed. Her thighs were flushed. Her entire body felt stimulated, hot, and alive. This caused further arousal, further masturbating and grinding, further shame and embarrassment, and more intense heat and stimulation all over her body. She could not stop. She realized with a shock that she was going to finish masturbating and coming right in front of Peter. This realization sent her tumbling over the edge. She cried out suddenly "Oh God" and flopped back on the bed, all pretense gone. Her legs spread wide and lifted. Her toes stretched out, and she was gone. 

The first wave hit softly, but made her entire body rigid. The peak of her excitement put her in such a state that her body entered a kind of calm before the storm - a delay before the rush of climactic contractions. What passed in a few seconds seemed like and eternity for Danielle. The rush of orgasm was coming unstoppably, but she lay still and waited for the second contraction to slowly build. She looked at Peter and tried to say something, but all that came out was a stunned cry. Then it hit her like a tidal wave. Contractions one after another racked her body - she continued to slide her finger in and out of her pussy, enjoying the slick wetness, the contractions, and the heat. She cried out with pleasure and her hips and ass bucked up and down at each contraction - she could not control herself even in front of Peter. "Oh....Oh....god..." she cried out as every part of her genital area seemed to explode in a fireworks show of ecstasy. The contraction spread to her abdominal muscles, her chest - even her little asshole contracted with wave after wave of pleasure.

Gradually, the waves subsided....her caressing became slower, but still deep and full. Her feet gradually returned to the bed and her legs relaxed. The hand caressing her body slowed to a gentle rhythm. Her cries grew softer and less harsh, and she whimpered softly. She let out a deep sigh and licked her lips slowly. She looked up at Peter watching her - she looked him straight in the eye - but still she continued to slip her finger very slowly in and out of her pussy, enjoying the luxurious smoothness. The sheer perversity of what she had done began to dawn on her. But still, she lay naked, legs spread fingering her cunt - as though after what she had done, there was no point in pretending to be decent now. 

Peter finally spoke to her, in an awkward halting voice, as though trying his best to speak normally, "Oh, Danielle, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were....um...doing that." But he didn't seem too sorry - his eyes were fixed intently on her freshly pleasured sex. He licked his lips nervously, as if longing to taste it.

"Peter, I thought you went to the mountain," she managed to say with a slight tremble in her voice. 

"Oh...well, I decided not to go...." Still he stared at her cunt and the slender feminine fingers inserted in it. "Oh, but everyone else went," he added hastily, as if suddenly realizing that might be important at this moment.

Suddenly she was overwhelmed with a sense of shame at what she had done. "Oh dear... I'm sorry I couldn't stop...I just was at a point where I couldn't ....stop at all."

"Oh that's OK, I know how it gets when you...." He trailed off, apparently unable to bring himself to say "cum" or "orgasm" in front of her. Instead he just shrugged. It seemed to Danielle that he was attempting to look nonchalant, but without success. He was breathing differently, she noticed. He was excited, she thought. So an excited boy was seeing her all naked, with her fingers in her pussy! Oh Jesus, what was she doing. Every few seconds the realization hit her anew and sent a tremor through her body. Her stomach was filled with butterflies each time the awareness of her complete nudity washed over her.

Danielle had just had a spectacular orgasm, but as with many girls, she was blessed with the ability to stay at a high level of arousal and peak two or three times before recovering. Her entire body trembled and burned with shame at being caught playing with herself, and at being so exposed and naughty in front of Peter right now. His eyes seemed to make her more naked than she had ever been. But this burning only heightened her pleasure and kept her arousal full and urgent, nearly as much as right before an orgasm. She was young and experienced and this confused her, but it overwhelmed her and she could not control herself. Almost against her will she started to lift her legs and spread them open again, all the while slipping her fingers into her now dripping wet pussy lips. She penetrated slowly but deeply, enjoying the fullness of each stroke. 

And suddenly she realized with a shock what her fingers were still doing to her pussy. Oh my god, she thought, she was not only naked, she was still masturbating! How nasty and inappropriate could she possibly be? Her heart pounded and the excitement spread all over her soft naked body. And the more excited she became, the more her little soft feminine finger slid deeply and slowly in and out of her freshly wet little cunt. How could she be doing this? 

Still Peter just stood there, gazing up and down her body. Oh how stimulating that gaze felt on her skin! Everywhere his eyes fell she felt a tingling touch. A keen sensation of naked exposure caressed her body all over as his eyes ran up and down her beautiful long slender nakedness. Now he looked at her cute little toes and they squirmed involuntarily as though tickled. Then his eyes ran up her lightly tanned smooth calf. It twitched as though lightly touched. His gaze wandered up to her inner thigh, and her legs quivered slightly. And now up to her nipple his eyes traced, and the pink knob felt touched and tickled. She became acutely aware of the nakedness and hardness of her nipples. She nearly fainted with a rush of exposed embarrassment and excitement when his gaze landed directly on her little pink sex, with the soft feminine finger even now sliding across the lips, over the clit. As he looked, her finger dipped inside and penetrated her deeply and fully, without her permission 

"Oh...Oh..." a soft but deep sigh of pleasure slipped from her smooth ivory throat. Oh god, he was looking right at her naked pussy and her finger was going inside it! She briefly gained control of herself and removed her hand, but to her amazement her finger traced quickly up to her mouth and inserted itself there. Involuntarily her little pink tongue darted out and licked up the fresh wetness of her recent orgasm. Oh how wonderful it smelled and tasted...but oh dear god what was she doing? Tasting her own pussy juice! Right there in front of him! That was the most private and secret thing she ever did while masturbating, and she had just done it in front of him. She felt so naked and exposed at having her little secret let out like this. Peter looked at her with an expression of shock.

"Oh my..." she said, quickly reinserting her finger back in her pussy, as though that would be more decent after what she had just done. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." she was rambling without a thought of what she wanted to say. What was she going to say? 'I didn't mean to lick and suck on my own fresh cunt juice and like it?' Well that would be even worse than doing it. 

"Wow," said Peter in an almost whisper. 

Now a new realization swept over her. This had gone on way too long to be an accidental glimpse. He might have simply said "excuse me" and closed the door a second after seeing her. But he did not. And still he did not stop looking. And she did not stop playing. She worked it over in her mind, barely able to comprehend this truth. There could be no other explanation: they were both enjoying this. He liked to watch her! And she liked to be watched! Her young mind had never conceived of such a thing, and the realization sent a shock through her body. Her pussy throbbed and tightened around her finger. Mmm...and it felt so nice. So they both liked this. It was pleasure for them both. This new knowledge emboldened her, and she felt wickedly liberated now. 

She moved her ass a little to the right, facing more towards the door, so that he could get a perfectly straight view of her open pussy lips. And as she did, she spread them out a little with her fingers, then plunged her middle finger inside again, coming out only to circle her clit occasionally. She felt her nakedness even more keenly now, and it excited her. 

Oh Jesus, she thought - she wasn't even being subtle now. She was showing off for him. This thought filled her with a delicious apprehension and excitement. She gave Peter a coquettish smile, and fucked her own pussy with her finger. She wiggled her little ass up and down and stretched her legs out as though to say "Here Peter, look at this." When she made direct eye contact with Peter he looked back with renewed awe at her increasingly slutty behavior, which perversely filled her with heightened pleasure. She wiggled on the bed letting her pleasure show openly. She caressed freely up and down her smooth gorgeous body. Oh how it felt so good to just let go like that, to let it show, to play openly with her lovely cunt. She wanted to show off her cunt. It pleased her so much right now to do that. Oh yes, how she wanted him to see her fingering her wet cunt.

"So you like to watch me play with my wet pussy?" Holy shit! Did she actually say that? The rush of adrenaline swept over her from head to toe. Peter looked at her with wild-eyed astonishment. Her stomach almost felt queasy. She had never spoken to another person like that in her life. How far from decency her lust had taken her! She almost feared its power, but could not help but submit to it. This thought made her shudder with desire - let it come then, it cannot be resisted. It must be let out, she thought.

"Oh...I....I mean, I guess so...yes" Peter stammered almost unable to speak. Danielle noticed Peter's cock sticking straight out in his shorts, so erect that she could make out the head under the fabric. The sight filled her with uncontrollable desire. She so wanted Peter to come closer, but she didn't know what to say. But her inhibitions were gone, as the pleasure radiated from her tingling pussy all over her tender nude body and blocked out all rational thoughts. 

Quite at random, she blurted out "Well I like it when you watch." Again the rush swept over her body. The incredible heightened sense of nakedness and exposure she felt when she talked dirty was confusing but fascinating to her. Her statement was rather obvious at this point, but still the open confession of it drove her to near orgasmic pleasure. She was surprised at the way the lust seemed to spring up in her body. She had never been so excited so soon after an orgasm - and such an orgasm it had been! She realized it was Peter watching her that was making this happen.

When she confessed this, Peter leaned against the doorway and breathed heavily, as though swooning with desire. She saw his hand reach down and discreetly rearrange his pants. No doubt his erection was painfully tight in his pants. She thought that he must long to let it spring free and stick straight out. 

Again she spoke almost unconsciously. "Let me see it," see said softly. Her own words shocked her again, but only served to feed her lust. 

"What?" said Peter. But at the same time he quickly removed his hand from his crotch, and glanced here and there nervously.

This was not lost on Danielle - if he didn't know what she was referring to, then why did he suddenly move his hand? She knew he had heard and understood her perfectly well, and was slightly miffed at his reluctant stammering. It seemed to her unfair - after all, she was naked and playing with herself so openly in front of him. She said slowly and with deliberate clarity "I want to see your hard cock out of your pants, sticking straight out at me. I want to see how you jack off your erect cock until it squirts your sperm out." Oh how good if felt to talk so dirty and slutty like that! Now there could be no more "what?" from Peter.




Danielle



"Oh god....but...." he said, and tugged at his pants. He looked torn and agitated. She knew he wanted to let it go, but that he was embarrassed to get nude. He glanced over his shoulder, as if checking to make sure his parents and hers were not standing behind him, arms folded, with disapproving looks. 

"Jack off for me, Peter," she said. In all her wildest fantasies, she never imagined behaving this way, but she said it as naturally as she would ask him for the salt at the table, and it thrilled her. She knew in the back of her mind that she was beautiful and young, and he was young and lustful. She had read about boys and been told stories about them in the girl's bathroom, and behind the snow fence after school. She knew that boys were all horny and couldn't think straight when girls teased their penises. She figured this counted as teasing if anything did. But just to be sure, she let her pleasure show even more freely. She raised one hand up her body and caressed herself, then grasped a breast and brought it to her mouth. She playfully ran her tongue around the nipple, while looking directly at Peter and smiling like a little cute vixen. And she spread open her pussy lips with her other hand, and moved her hips back and forth, as if grinding herself on some unseen hard cock. Peter stared and gaped at her incredibly uninhibited slutty behavior. Again she said "Jack off your cock for me."

Peter was apparently overcome with lust, and he shed his shorts and underwear in a single motion, making himself naked from the waist down. His cock seemed to Danielle larger than could have possibly fit in those pants a moment ago, as it bounced up rigidly and stuck out in front of him. She had never seen a real one hard before. She studied every inch of it with her eyes...the long rigid shaft...the soft silky skin of the head...the two dangling balls...and the drip of wetness at the end. 

"Did you come?" she blurted out upon seeing this wetness. 

"No," said Peter, looking at her quizzically.

"It's wet on the end," she explained.

"It always gets that way before, when it's really hard, but before the ...um...stuff....you know...squirts out," he said, grabbing his cock in his hand and lifting it up to see the wetness himself.

"God, it's so big," she said, looking up and down the length. 

"Oh...well ...yeah I guess it is right now," he stammered.

"Oh...ahhhh..." she said as she almost lost control of her pussy a second time. The big cock waving in front of her was making her excited almost beyond the point of now return. Her legs were lifted up high and spread open now, and she wiggled her cute little ass in rhythm with her fingers as she masturbated herself deeply and luxuriously.

Peter was apparently not immune to nature's urges either, as he appeared to Danielle to be unable to stop touching his own cock. She noticed that his breathing was heavy and labored, as though overcome with excitement. His eyes were half closed and almost glassy. He played with his cock very gently, almost accidentally, but couldn't seem to let go of it. He moved it around and stroked it and touched up and down the entire length of the shaft. 

"Take off your shirt too," she said impulsively. She didn't even understand herself why it mattered to her, but it did. She wanted him to be totally nude, just like her. 

Peter removed his hand from his big erection long enough to lift his shirt over his head and cast it aside carelessly. As he did so, his cock bounced up and down, as though yearning for attention, seeking to restore the recently removed stimulation. It twitched and throbbed as if with a life of its own. Danielle couldn't suppress a little giggle. 

"What?" said Peter, a little bit defensively.

"Oh, I'm sorry...I'm not laughing at you...it's just that it moves around all by itself. I've never seen one all hard like that before." She could not imagine what it was like to have such a thing. Was it like another limb, which could be moved about and controlled at will? Could it pick up objects like an elephant's trunk? Such a mysterious and fascinating thing it was. 

By this time his right hand had returned to the shaft. His left hand lazily traced down his abdomen. She saw his fingers run down the left side of his cock, and underneath to the big dangling balls. He caressed them softly with his left hand while his right hand wrapped around the shaft and moved slowly and deliberately up and down. He arched his back and pitched his head back and sighed deeply. His touching was more overtly sexual and deliberate now. So that was how a boy masturbated! Often she had imagined it, but now she was actually seeing it. Danielle felt even more intensely naked now, with nothing between her and Peter's nude body, and with his pleasure openly showing too now.

"Oh...god...Danielle..." he whispered, as if in a trance. 

"Come over here." Again she spoke impulsively, guided by her curiosity and lust. She just wanted to see this marvelous new thing up close. She reached around behind her ass and inserted her left finger deep in her pussy, while spreading the lips out with the fingers of her right hand. The new angle of penetration felt so good that she almost peaked in orgasm. She moaned unashamedly, overcome with desire.

Peter walked over to her, and again that thick hard thing bounced enchantingly in front of him. He approached her a little shyly at first. But he thrust out his cock and started to play with it again right next to her. He thrust his hips back and forth slightly, almost involuntarily it seemed, as if in intercourse with some unseen pussy. He arched his back and thrust his cock out towards her. It seemed to pull him along after it. He edged closer and closer until at last he was standing with his thighs against the bed, cock sticking straight out over Danielle. He masturbating right above her now, and the thing looked even more huge up close. She saw the underside of the big thing now, and could smell the musk of his balls dangling less than a foot from her face. The odor was intoxicating and drove Danielle to a new level of lust and desire. Danielle was overcome with curiosity and awe at all the new sights and sensations she was experiencing. 

"You do that to yourself sometimes, don't you?" She ventured a question.

"Oh ...yes....I can't help it...it gets so hard and big sometimes..." Peter answered with labored heavy breathing. 

Danielle was also having difficulty speaking. The pleasure radiated from her pussy and filled her entire cute naked body with intense desire.

They both breathed heavily and masturbated in silence for some time. She watched as his hand moved up and down the marvelous cock. It was so fascinating to Danielle in every way. What would it feel like against her breasts? In her mouth, and - she swooned at the mere thought of it - how would it feel parting her tender pussy lips and filling her up? She imagined his balls slapping against her cute soft ass, filling her with that wonderful hard prick. 

More wetness dribbled to the tip of the erect penis, and now a little dripped off the end and landed on her breast. She wondered if that meant he was coming, but she thought it would have to be a little more than that. Peter was moaning softly now "Oh god...Oh...god...it feels so good..." 

Danielle was penetrating and fondling her pussy rapidly now - her legs were spread wide open and her little ass wiggled up and down with excitement as the intensity of her pleasure gathered momentum and concentrated in her young clit. She realized she would climax soon. Her final inhibitions were shed and the words flowed freely out of her. 

"I play with my pussy a lot" she confessed. "I like to do it all the time." She couldn't control her words anymore. Her confession made her blush, and covered her body with a hot sensation.

"Oh god Danielle, tell me more." Peter's eyes were wide with amazement and he trembled uncontrollably.

"I like watch myself play with my pussy in the mirror. Do you think I'm a horny little slut?"

"Oh yes....you are. Such a pretty little slut."

"I put oil all over my body sometimes and rub it around. It feels so good to be all slippery and shiny." She didn't mean to be so dirty, but it excited her so much, she couldn't stop. She felt a rush of excitement with each new confession. She searched for more shocking things to say.

"I like to stick my fingers all the way up inside my soft wet pussy, and then lick and taste my own wet fuck juice. It makes me get all horny." She couldn't believe what she was saying.

"Oh ....god...mmmmm." 

Suddenly she wanted to hear him talk like this. "What do you think about when you do it? I want you to talk dirty to me. I want you to tell me what you think about doing. Do you think about sticking that big cock deep inside a girl's hot little pussy? Do you think about fucking?" 

"Oh yes...I...do..."

"Who do you think about fucking? Tell me about a hot girl you want to fuck." Danielle was out of control now, slave to her lust for this beautiful cock. She stared at the tip of his penis as he masturbated vigorously. As she watched it seemed to grow in size and hardness even more, beyond what she thought possible

"I ...I think about fucking ...you. Oh yes I always think about fucking you Danielle!". Danielle was shocked by this admission and the shock made her entire body tingle with desire. Then she saw it come out - the first wet spurt of hot semen flew with incredible energy out of the tip of Peter's penis and splashed against the inside of her left breast. Peter spread his legs out and lowered the underside of his cock-head down to her right nipple and played the tip across her nipple as spurt after spurt of the warm juice squirted out. With each spasm of the penis he moaned with pleasure "Oh...Danielle...sweet Danielle.." His hips swayed back and forth as he ran the entire length of his orgasming penis all over her boobs. The cum splattered against her tits and ran down the sides of her body, the rivulets tickling her like little fingers. 

Danielle arched her back and took in these wild new sensations. She was overwhelmed by the feel of her naked breast being touched by a hard penis, by the sight of Peter all naked and masturbating, by the feel of the warm new liquid all over her body, by the earthy scent of his fresh semen, and by his open confession of his lust for her. All of this sent Danielle over the edge of pleasure and her body trembled with delightful ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure racked tender young nude body and she writhed uncontrollably. The power of it was beyond any she had ever felt before in her life, and she moaned and sighed with uninhibited abandon. As her orgasm subsided, she felt the contractions of her pussy around her fingers slow down, but still every movement of her fingers produced another pleasurable clenching of her quivering wet pussy lips. They rested like that for what seemed like a long time, with Peter slowly and idly sliding the head and shaft of his still-hard cock all over her wet tits, and Danielle slipping her fingers around inside her pussy at intervals, enjoying the tightening and relaxation of her excited tingling vagina. 

PART II

That was the first of many encounters that summer. They explored their coming of age together eagerly. They played in her bedroom briefly again two days later. The next week they went nude in the garden together, when nobody was home. But they needed more freedom and privacy, so they hit on the idea of going on a picnic to the falls pool. 

They packed a picnic, and went on the hour-long walk to the base of the mountain. After they got into the woods, they felt bold enough to hold hands. They went past the meadow with the wild berries, through the aspens, to the pool at the foot of the falls. With a little shyness, they stripped of their clothes and swam nude together. Increasingly they embraced and kissed, and quickly their desire overcame them. As Peter held her body close to him, his penis pressed deliciously against her pussy lips. But she was afraid of getting pregnant, and avoided letting him inside. She used her mouth and lips that first time at the pool, and spurts of hot wet cum splashed her pretty young face for the first time ever. After that, she used Peter's thick strong fingers to masturbate with. The thrill of being sexual all the way to climax with a boy touching her made her cum hard and deeply. They lay in the wild grass and kissed and caressed afterwards.

The next week Danielle "borrowed" a tube of contraceptive jelly from her older sister's room. She figured (correctly) that her sister would never report the missing jelly to her parents. She was excited as she pulled Peter aside after dinner one evening and showed it to him in her dresser drawer. She giggled at the look of surprise that came over his face as he read the label, and the significance of her showing it to him dawned on him. She gave him a wink, closed the drawer, and shoved him back out into the hallway.

Her stomach was quivering with fear, excitement, and anticipation as they packed for their next picnic. As they were leaving, Peter stopped by the linen closet. "A towel," he explained, "to...you know...um...lay down on." She could see his hand trembling as he put it in his backpack. 

She would remember that walk forever - for both of them their last walk as virgins Each step carried her closer to womanhood and a whole new world of undiscovered excitement and pleasure. Again they swam nude together in the pool when they first arrived. Peter was patient and gentle with her, and their foreplay developed slowly and softly. Eventually they put the towel down, near the pool, in a clearing of tall bluebells and wild grasses. They lay nude on it for a long time kissing and caressing. At last she applied the jelly with an applicator, and Peter positioned himself over her. The first full penetration touched her in places that had never been touched before, and sent her into unprecedented ecstasy. And her first orgasm from real sexual intercourse was like none she had ever known before.

They made love often after that, usually by the falls, but a few times in her bed, once in the garden, and once in her parents' bed. They spent many hours on picnics at the falls pool, swimming, weaving chains of wildflowers, picking berries, and having sex. By the end of the summer, they were competent lovers. Danielle learned to give head without becoming startled or stopping when the semen came gushing into her soft wet mouth, or splashing all over her cute face. Peter had learned how to be patient and gentle with his fingers, tongue and penis, and to recognize and respond to subtle signs of feedback, which allowed him to pleasure Danielle to the most completely satisfying ecstasy she had ever known. They made love beautifully together. 

It was with a subtle wink and a suppressed giggle that she stood alongside her parents and his, and hugged him goodbye at the end of the summer. Nobody else would ever know their little secret. 

As the car drove off she marveled at how profoundly her life had been changed by a simple accident of being discovered while masturbating. It had been a summer of unprecedented self-discovery for her. She had learned of the pleasure she got from sharing and showing off her beautiful body. She had learned how freely releasing and sharing her deepest fantasies and desires could bring an incredible rush of ecstasy. She finally knew what it meant to go all the way and have real, naked intercourse. She was filled with happiness contentment, and an unbridled passion for whatever the future might bring.

* * *

EPILOGUE

"Oh for god's sake, he was only your cousin, and you hardly ever saw him."

It was a typical insensitive comment from her Neanderthal pig of a husband. During their courtship, he had been ravenous for her body, and Danielle had mistaken this for passion. But it was a soulless physical desire - he seemed to consider his lust a simple itch, to be scratched as expediently and conveniently as possible. He could not actually love her, and he could never know the depth of her feelings.

And so Danielle sat on the bed and sobbed uncontrollably. The card fell out of her hand and slipped off the bed, and silently fell face-up on the carpet. "Memorial services for Peter Dresden will be held and Newberry Methodist Church, at 2pm." She was not surprised - the cancer had been there for a long time - but she felt the finality of it more keenly than she had imagined she would. She wept not only for Peter - for reasons she could not fathom, she was overcome grief for her own youth, innocence, beauty and hope, as though the last remnant of these things had died along with Peter. Life had been so beautiful back then, that wonderful summer 27 years ago. Where had all that beauty gone? It had been so tangible, so real - how could it simply vanish without a trace? 

If there was a heaven, surely Peter was there now, by the old falls pool. His youth and health restored in the afterlife, he would be swimming in the cool clear water there. She imagined him walking in the sun of an in an eternal summer, with that familiar smile and those hopeful sparkling eyes. He would nap by the pool in the bluebells and wild grasses, and eat the abundant currants and chokecherries. And maybe one day, many years from now, she would join him there.



Danielle



My best friend's name is Danielle. Danielle A. Mitchell. And I am in love with her. I think she is the sweetest and most beautiful person to have ever walked the face of the earth. I tell her that all the time but she's never believed me. She's gorgeous though.

Sometimes I can't help but just stare at her. She's shorter than me, about 5'2'', and has the sweetest face ever. Long beautiful eyelashes and deep brown eyes that could make the meanest person hug her and cute pouting lips which drive me crazy. She's on the slim side but with very cute features and large breasts. She has the best way of touching me, too. She very softly plays with my hair, rubs my back when she hugs me, kisses my forehead but never quite anything technically beyond friendly...to my dismay. It always used to seem like she was teasing me, she knew I was in love with her, but she always said she was straight. Still I felt something between us. I couldn't give up that hope.

One day everything changed. My most recent girlfriend had just broken my heart, something I was becoming increasingly familiar with, so we decided to take a vacation together by the beach and had rented a cabin. We probably should have been out enjoying the sights or whatever normal people do on vacation but for couch potatoes like us, time to watch TV was a good vacation. I was stretched out on my stomach on the couch, watching a random sitcom when she came over to watch with me.

"Ugh, I can't believe you! Couch hog." She teased. I snorted to humor her. She pouted, knowing it was irresistible to me "Pretty please?"

"Not working" I said, shutting my eyes as much as I possibly could. Suddenly there was a weight on my back and I could feel her warmth around me. I could tell she was smiling as she put her head on my neck and retorted.

"Ha. I always win, Sandra, You have to learn that."

"Oh, I see, we're doing it doggy style. I always knew you wanted me!" She laughed; I love to make her laugh.

"Sure, honey." We lay there for a while just watching the show. She started to play with my feet with her toes. She always teases me about having big feet to which I retort that I have big hands too and we all know the advantages of that...

It came to commercial and I closed my eyes for a second. She started to cuddle up against my ear.

"You know," she said softly against my ear, "you shouldn't worry about Joyce. I don't know what her problem is; you're too good for her"

"Nah, you know she's just about my equal except for she's not fat and ugly like me."

"What??! What is wrong with you?! You're so cute. " I grunted skeptically. I could feel her smile and she kissed my cheek "You are so cute, any girl would be lucky to get with you." She stopped talking and it was quiet for a second. Suddenly we noticed the commercial on the TV for a movie about two friends who go on a road trip. The announcer proclaimed from the set "What seems so much like friendship turns out to be what no one expected!" I became incredibly nervous and almost stopped breathing. I didn't want to let on that I couldn't keep my mind off of her during that commercial but how could she not know! She's always read me like a book.

Slowly and nervously I let my breath out. There was silence for a moment then suddenly she kissed the back of my neck. I was absolutely frozen with anxiety but she continued, moving on to nibble my ear.

"Danielle, I..."

"Sssshhh" she said and stroked my arm. "It's ok" She kissed my neck again and lifted my chest up. She removed my shirt and ran her hot tongue along my back making me shiver in anticipation. She kissed the small of my back and moaned slightly making me slightly wet. She came to my pants and slowly pulled then down and kissed her way to my awaiting pussy. Slowly, she licked my outer lips causing me to gasp as the pleasure rushed through my body. I could feel her breath softly coming and going as she passionately ate my pussy. She pushed her mouth deeper into me as I moaned and became wetter. She softly licked my clit and made me start moaning loudly.

"Oh god...oh god..." I struggled to get out as she began to lick harder moving her tongue around my clit. She lifted my legs as she took my clit in her mouth and started sucking it, slightly biting it. My world dimmed and I couldn't hear anything but my own labored breathing as she sucked faster and harder until I couldn't stand the oncoming orgasm and came with a load moan. I lay panting on the couch, finished from the intensity of the passion as she licked me lovingly a few times then got up and kissed me passionately on the lips, her tongue pressing against mine. She brushed the hair out of my eyes and smiled at me before heading for the door.

"I'm going to go out for a few hours, meet me back here at seven if you leave," she called and happily bounced out of the cabin, leaving me incredibly confused and tired. I just lay there for a few minutes thinking "What the hell?!" before I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up it was only five so I showered and took a walk in town. I thought about what had just happened. It was amazing! The girl I'd been in love with for so many years loved me back. But what about our friendship? It had always been the most important thing in my life. Could I risk it?

Before I knew it, it was six thirty. I walked back to the cabin only to see Danielle standing out side wearing a tank top and a short skirt. She smiled when she saw me and ran up to give me a hug. It felt so good to have her arms around me again. We just held each other for a moment and gently swayed in rhythm with each other. She inhaled slowly and sighed into my hair. She grabbed my hand and pulled back. She smiled at me and led me off to the beach. We walked along slowly as the sun began to set. I took her other hand and put my arm around her. She smiled and I kissed her fore head. As we walked the shore became steeper and soon we were in a cove area surrounded by high walls of colored rock. In the middle of the beach there was a large blanket spread out with lit candles next to it. She led me to it and I sat down with her in my lap and cuddled as the sun set began to go into full effect. She started to kiss me but I pulled away. She looked at me startled and her eyes had a hurt look in them as she turned away a little.

"I thought..." she said shakily like she was about to cry, "this is what you wanted..."

"Danielle...I just..." I stopped, choosing my words carefully. I put my head on her back and cuddled up against her. "Just...why now? You've known how I felt for so long I..." but she interrupted me sounding very pained, like it took tremendous effort to get every word out.

"Sandra you've...liked a lot of girls...A LOT of girls. I just didn't know if you were serious about me for a very long time. I mean...I wouldn't be able to handle you leaving me and I didn't know if..." her voice started to break. I could tell she was close to crying and I held her close to me. "I didn't know if you really wanted to be with me. You've been saying that you're in love with me for five years now so I thought you wanted..." She began to break down.

"I know, sweetie, no, you thought right I do want to be with you. I do. I do. I'm just afraid of losing what we have. If this is going to happen you have to promise me that if this doesn't work out we won't lose our friendship." She looked at me me with tears in her eyes but a faint smile.

"God! You are such a BITCH! You think I would let anything happen to our friendship? I love you Sandra. I love you more than anything." I brushed away her tears and cupped her face in my hand.

"I love you too." I slowly kissed her, softly pressing my lips against hers. She stroked my hair as we moved deeper into the kiss. She took my tongue into her mouth and started caressing it with her own. I broke the kiss and started to kiss and nibble her neck and she moaned as she struggled to help me take off both our shirts. I lay her down on the blanket and softly kissed her chest. I slowly worked my way to the nipple and began lightly sucking it. She moaned as I licked the very tip of the nipple and nibbled. I slipped my tongue down her soft bare skin and down to her mound and she winced as a kissed her. I slipped my tongue into her slit and began to slowly work it up and down. She shook every time I brushed against her clit slowly rocked in time with me. I circled her clit with my tongue and she groaned with every rotation. Suddenly I took it into my mouth and sucked it hard and fast. She grabbed onto my head and moaned "AH" pushing me in for more. She arched her back and cried out for the aggravation of near pleasure and begged me to finger her.

I declined and continued sucking. She thrust me around put me in a sixty nine. She went to work putting her tongue on my outer lips and giving long passionate licks to my pussy. She was mind-blowing, moving her tongue in small strokes around my clit and driving me in to wild ecstasy. We both moaned and sucked each others clits until we couldn't take it and fingered each other. She desperately humped my face and hands, convulsing into climax. I fingered her hard and fast and rubbed her clit and she cried my name as she came and shuttered with ultimate pleasure which set off my orgasm. We both thrashed with uncontrollable pleasure and panted as the orgasm cam to a halt.

I climbed over her body and lay next to her and her arms came around me holding me close. We shared a passionate kiss and stroked each others hair. She lay against me and I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with her, in love forever. We fell asleep in each others arms and woke up the next day to a new life together.



Danielle



I had been enamored of Danielle, or Dani as everyone called her, since she had been in high school. She was a young beauty –I will describe her in detail in a minute – who had always run with my son's crowd. I, obviously, was old enough to be her father. She dated my son for a brief time, but seemed to play the field through her high school years as the young seem to do these days. She interned her junior year in my graphic design firm and seemed to have an affinity and flare for design. It had been a treat having her physical presence around the office and it was wonderful way to get to know her better. She was a pleasure to look at and a warm and friendly person to boot.

After graduation I would occasionally hear from or about her. She completed college and when she was applying to the master's program in graphic design at Colorado University, she e-mailed me and asked me for a recommendation letter, which I happily supplied. She wrote back some time later thanking me for my letter and sharing the news that she had been accepted into the program and would be starting in the fall. She also mentioned letting her know if I was ever in the area.

It was a year or so later that I found myself traveling to Denver for a conference and the thought occurred to me that I should check in on Dani and see how she was doing. I had played somewhat of a mentor role over the years and figured she might benefit from my wisdom and experience. Or so I told myself. Truthfully, the thought of spending even a brief time with this beautiful creature certainly had some bearing on my decision to contact her. 

We had always had a kind of eye contact thing that I could never get beyond. It was like she knew what I was thinking about her, and even though I was 26 years her senior, I always had the feeling she was flirting with me – or so I liked to think. A few e-mails back and forth and we set up a time for me to come visit one evening for dinner in Boulder. She sounded excited to see me. I could never have fantasized what lay in store.

Now – a little more about Dani. If I had to describe her in a few words it would be a "sultry girl-next-door" or an "innocent vixen". While she exuded a wholesome charm, there was an underlying sexuality that was impossible to ignore, even when she had been in high school. 

Dani was perfection, at least in my eyes. She stood 5'5" tall and had a model's face surrounded by a mane of unruly auburn hair that usually seemed completely untamed. Her skin was a silky soft shade of golden brown and I often wondered what it would be like to stroke her body. Her face was amazingly expressive with huge brown eyes that were captivating and sexually charged. She could look like an innocent teen one minute and a mature seductive woman the next. She had full pouty lips and I could only imagine what they would be like to kiss. I had always fantasized about my cock slowly sliding into her full, wet lips while she looked at me with her big sultry eyes. Blowjob eyes, I always thought to myself.

And that was just above the neck. Her body was incredible. I'd guess she was a 34 full B cup, very slim waist, say 23, and a gorgeous round, but very tight butt, probably another 34 or 35. She was a walking wet dream. She carried herself like a cat, with a sinuous, slinky stride that was awe inspiring to observe. Her breasts were perfect for her body type and stature and stood proudly on her frame. Over the years I'd been around her enough to notice how sometimes her nipples seemed to pop through her clothes at the oddest times – sitting high and proud on her full breasts. She was blessed with a cute little bubble butt that looked great in a tight pair of jeans or a short skirt. She had the cutest little twitch and bounce to her ass when she walked. Her legs were long, tanned and perfectly shaped. She received double-takes wherever she went.

On top of her looks, she was a great person, warm and friendly, with a sweet personality and a great sense of humor with an infectious laugh. She was seemingly unaffected by her looks and charm. She was incredible – what can I say? I looked forward to spending an evening with her.

My meetings in Denver were complete and I wasn't heading out until late the next day. I hopped in my rental car and headed north. I hadn't checked out of my hotel, but I was secretly hoping I wouldn't be back that night. I brought a toothbrush, just in case.

I arrived at Dani's small studio apartment on the outskirts of downtown Boulder around six. It was May and the weather was crisp and clear, the days getting longer. Her apartment was toward the rear of a cute bungalow style house. I climbed her porch, rang the doorbell and waited in quiet anticipation. I had not seen Dani in two years. Had she changed? I took a deep breath and waited as I heard a stirring inside. 

The door opened and there stood this gorgeous woman. Holy shit! Better than I remembered. I couldn't believe the beauty standing in the door smiling at me. She opened her arms for a hug. 

"Mr. B! It's so great to see you. Thanks for coming all the way up here." She had changed, but only for the better, if that's possible. She looked a little older (maybe because she was), her hair a little longer, and she just seemed to be a little more of a woman and less of a "teenager". I guess the early twenties will do that for you. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I sensed a serious sexual charge in the air. I was standing in front of this beauty, miles from home with a full evening before us. She seemed truly glad to see me – and, obviously, the feeling was mutual. 

She was dressed in a casual, but sexy manner. She wore a thin red flowered summer dress and high heel sandals with straps that wrapped part way up her calves. The dress sat beautifully on her body and it was clear she was not wearing a bra. The thin straps of her dress tied behind her neck, her full breasts stretching against the tight bodice of the sundress. Her hair was tied up in a wild mass secured with a hair clip. It accentuated her beautiful arms and shoulders. Her long smooth neck cried out for nuzzling. Her breasts moved and bounced ever so slightly as she walked and her nipples were sitting high on her breasts, just hidden from view. The thin fabric of the dress swayed beautifully around her thighs as she walked around the room getting ready to go. She bent over to pick up something and I admired the view of her beautiful round ass – absolute perfection. I wondered what kind of thong or panties she was wearing, if any. I was staring at her like a goon. 

Her apartment was one big room with art, photos, posters and whatever covering every wall. It was a very comfortable space highlighted by a huge bed over against one wall. To the side was a full length closet with mirrors on the doors. There were unlit candles everywhere. It was sexy and inviting and I couldn't help but think of the scenes that must have unfolded on that bed. Oh to be a fly on the wall in this little joint.

Anyway, we had more serious things to attend to – dinner – so we headed out the door and started to walk downtown. She talked with great animation as we strolled toward town, her breasts bouncing tightly as we walked. I kept taking furtive glances at her exquisite body.

She suggested a small bistro on a side street of downtown. We sat down at a small table for two, ordered drinks and dinner and continued to talk. I was swimming in her huge deep eyes. When I was talking she would lower her eyelids just slightly, look into my eyes, then at my mouth, then back at my eyes again – a slight smile on her full lips. I had to concentrate to speak intelligently. 

We talked about work, school, design, mutual friends and colleagues and an hour or so flew by. By the end of the main course we had downed a drink each and polished off a wonderful bottle of cabernet. Our conversation turned more personal as we were both enjoying one another's company and feeling no pain. I asked about living in Boulder, her friends, and finally got around to inquiring about boyfriends. 

"Any boyfriends in your life? They must be beating your door down," I exclaimed with not a bit of suavity

"Well, yes and no," she replied. "I've had plenty of boyfriends through high school and college, but I can't say I've met anyone that really does it for me. You might say I'm on a little sabbatical right now" 

"I find that hard to believe," I said incredulously. "You are an amazingly sexy woman. I can't believe there is a man in this town that wouldn't kill to go out with you."

"Mr. B, you're so sweet. Well, it's not finding dates; it's finding a man who can, well, please me to be honest about it. It seems like all the guys I go out with are just looking to get off themselves." She paused. "Maybe I need to find a more mature guy." She gave me the subtlest smile and batted those brown eyes ever so slightly. 

"These guys must be idiots. What's their problem?"

"I don't know Mr. B. But I keep finding duds – interested in their own pleasure, but not particularly interested in mine. Plus a lot of guys just seem scared of me. It's very depressing sometimes."

I saw the opening I was looking for. "Dani, I've been a guy now for 49 years and I think I know what makes us tick. When I was your age all I could think about was getting off – find a girl and do anything possible to get laid. It's just with another decade or two under my belt that I can now appreciate a different approach. Now I'm not concerned with getting off until after I've brought my lover to climax. I think most older guys are this way. I'm much more interested in pleasing a woman and learning what makes her tick. I know I'll get off in due time. But, pardon my bluntness here, I absolutely love making a woman come."

Dani looked at me and smiled seductively. She put her elbows on the table, her chin in her hands and asked "So what's your technique, Mr. B?"

"Please Dani. Call me Ben. You make me feel old with the Mister stuff. Well – there's two things that I look to do. First – I put my antenna up and try to concentrate on what's working – what's turning her on? Every woman is different – every pussy, excuse my frank language, is a work of art – and I just try to find out what moves are working. I sense her sounds, the rhythm of her breath, the twitching of her pussy, the clenching of her thighs. What are the things I'm doing that are working? And I try all my bag of tricks."

"Second – I use all the tools at my disposal. I use my mouth, my lips, my tongue – then I kick in with my fingers and my hand. I use my breath, my nose – I lick, I suck, I kiss, I caress, I bite – I combine everything I can think of to stimulate the woman. I mean I just love pussy, and I love women. I could eat a woman all night long. I get hard thinking about it. In fact, I am hard as a rock right now. Don't ask me to get up." I paused as the realization of what I'd just said sunk in. "I'm sorry Dani. The wine has me blabbering like a fool here. How about coffee or dessert?"

Dani stared at me with her luscious eyes. She was a bit flushed. 

"Ben. I don't what to stay any longer."

Oh shit. Had I blown it? I suddenly felt like I'd missed the mark.

"In fact I'm a little warm and getting very wet. I'm going to go to the women's room, you're going to pay the check, and then we're heading back to my place where we can continue this discussion." She stood up abruptly and strode off toward the front of the restaurant. I heaved a sigh of relief. 

As she weaved her way between the tables, the male patrons all looked up from their meals to take in this delicious woman swaying through the tightly clustered tables. I could not believe where this evening was heading. I grabbed the waiter, paid the check and waited for Dani to return. A few minutes later she was heading back to me. Heads turned again – women and men – wondering who this beauty was returning to. When she grabbed my hand and we headed for the door they must have thought I was either her father or a very lucky older guy.

We walked back to her place with her arm looped through mine. I could feel the fullness of her breast pressed against my elbow. We made small talk, but we both knew what was coming. I put my arm around her waist and felt the tight curve of her hip. The silky fabric of the dress slid seductively over her skin. I could feel the thin strip of a thong hugging the top of her hip. Her body was tight and a study in motion. 

We straggled into her apartment. I used the bathroom and came out to find her lighting all those candles I had seen earlier. I leaned against the counter of her kitchen as I watched her move about, preparing her apartment for the events unfolding. She popped on the stereo and Sade began to croon. She looked over at me and began to dance and sway to the music, a very beautiful smile on her face. Damn, she was sexy. And I had her all to myself. 

My cock was beginning to get involved. I could feel the blood flowing and my cock starting to thicken with the excitement. She looked me dead on – a complete wet dream looking at me with lust in her eyes. My hard-on was beginning to let itself be known. My silk boxers and linen pants were doing little to hide my excitement. Then again, I figured I had nothing to hide. I may be considerably older than most, if not all, of the men that Dani had seduced in this room. But I was not embarrassed by showing the fact that she turned me on.

She looked at me across the room and smiled. She sashayed over with a big knowing grin on her face. My cock by now was fully erect and creating a huge tent in my pants and I made no effort to hide it. Dani came close, put her hands on my shoulders and said, "It looks like something's come between us?" Her belly was just grazing the tip of my erection. 

"Nothing you can't handle, love. You are so fucking hot. Obviously my cock fully approves of my being here – despite my advanced age."

Dani reached down and gently touched my cock through my slacks. "Shit, Ben! Nice package. Glad the environment is to your liking."

I put one hand behind her head and the other under her chin and lifted her luscious mouth up to mine for a kiss. Her lips were wet, full and pliant, just as I had expected. We started kissing innocently and gently, slowly increasing the pressure. We began to put our tongues into play. I licked her lips, she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our kissing began to get hot – tongues exploring, slight moans coming from both of us. I pulled her head into mine and kissed her very deeply, her mouth opening to accept me. All the while she was kneading my fully erect penis and reaching down to cup my balls.

I pulled away and kissed my way around her cheek to her ear, nibbling gently. I could feel her sigh, so I slid my lips down her neck and began to lick and probe her neck and shoulder. Her breath quickened. My hands worked my way down to her tight little ass and I pulled her to me. The soft globes of her ass cheeks felt wonderful in my hand. She let go of my cock and put her arms around my neck. I pulled on her ass and ground my cock into the mound of her pussy. Her body molded to mine. I pulled back and slowed down. 

"Turn around," I said.

I spun her slowly 180 degrees as I perched on a stool next to her kitchen counter. This brought my cock to just the right height against her butt. I adjusted my erection so it was straight up. I wrapped both arms around her and pulled her smoking body against mine. I spread my legs so she could nestle her sweet little ass on the stiffness of my cock. She gently moved up and down to the music – giving me a private lap dance. I pulled her back so I could lick her ear. I nuzzled in and began to talk dirty; telling her how much I wanted to fuck her and how much I was looking forward to eating her pussy. 

She responded by grinding her pussy onto my cock and moaning deeply. I licked her ear, kissed my way down her neck and looked down at the gorgeous view of her breasts. I undid the straps of her dress behind her neck and let them slide to the front of her shoulders. She lifted both her arms up and over my head giving me full and complete access to her breasts. I slid the top of her dress slowly over her nipples and gasped as I saw her tits come into view. Absolutely too much: perfectly full pear-shaped breasts tipped by golden nipples that were erect and pointing skyward. Her tits swayed ever so slightly as she moved against me.

I cupped her tits with my hands, enjoying their supple softness. I gently stroked her nipples with my fingertips. They stiffened to my touch. I tugged on them gently, pulling her breasts out slightly from her body. I let them go and they bounced back to their natural position. Perfect tits. I ground my cock deeper into the crevice of her ass. 

"God, you're beautiful, Dani. You're breasts are perfect. In fact, everything about you is perfect."

"You make me need you, Ben" she whispered. "I need you to fuck me – soon." 

I pushed her dress down around her hips. She wriggled her hips and let the dress fall to the floor. She leaned back against me as I explored the front of her body. I slid my hands from her breasts to her stomach, feeling the small studded jewelry piercing her belly button. I could see she still had on her thong. I slid my hand down her lower belly and cupped her silk covered pussy. She arched her back so her pussy mound became more prominent. I softly massaged her pussy slit through the thoroughly soaked material of her thong, slowly twiddling my middle finger on her clit. She caught her breath. I moved my hand away and reached down and massaged her thighs, then gently caressed the front and insides of her thighs. She spread her legs slightly, giving me full access to what lay between. 

I reached down low and slid both hands up her inner thigh while I continued to kiss her neck and right ear. She slid her hands back and grabbed my cock with both hands, gently massaging it through my pants. I pushed her thong down past her hips, then reached down and gently touched her pussy mound. Her breath quickened as I began to explore her cunt. 

I slid my middle finger down her slit and realized two things immediately. One, she was complete smooth and shaved, and had probably prepared her pussy for me just before our date. She was slick and juicy. Two, she had very full (and very wet) pussy lips. She was a small, tight girl, but her labia were full, wet and ready for me. 

I slid my middle finger deeply into her slit and began to rub up and down – her prominent lips loose and fleshy. I slid up until I reached her clit and felt her tighten and catch her breath. I reached my other hand under her ass and up toward the front. I began to work her pussy with both hands – one gently rubbing the folds of her pussy lips and her clit, the other slowly sliding into her wet hole from behind. She bucked against my hands as I worked her pussy, her juices enveloping my fingers and making the inside of her thighs very wet. She was getting very turned on and so was I.

"We need to get comfortable, Dani. Go sit on the bed." We disengaged and she sashayed over toward the bed, her cute little butt jiggling ever so slightly as she walked. She sat down on the corner of the bed, spread her legs, and leaned back on her elbows – looking me squarely in the eye. Her tits sat seductively on her chest and she spread her legs to expose her pussy to me with no self consciousness.

I still had my clothes on and my cock was stiff, straight and calling for attention. I quickly peeled off my clothes and stood there in my silk boxers, my huge erection being impossible to ignore. I stared into her eyes as I pulled my shorts forward and over my erection. I stood before her naked.

At 49 I'm no walking six-pack. But I've kept myself in shape and have a naturally slim body and a very nice ass, or so the ladies tell me. My cock is larger than average, pretty thick, and straight as an arrow. My erection aims up at a very nice angle and is as hard as a rock when I'm really excited – as I was now. I groom myself pretty carefully down there, so my balls and shaft are shaved and free of hair. I've never been embarrassed to expose my full erection to a new lover, and Dani was no exception.




Danielle



Dani stared with a hungry look. "My God, Ben, you have a beautiful cock. Come over here." I walked over slowly, my cock bouncing stiffly from side to side as I walked. It swayed with a life of its own. She sat up straight and took my cock into her hand with a big smile on her face.

"Shit, Ben. I love it. You're so fucking hard – and it's so smooth." She stroked it slowly and cupped my balls. She looked at me hungrily as she stared at my erection, cupping and massaging my balls with one hand and stroking my shaft with the other. She was just about to wrap her full lips around my cock when I stopped her.

"Hold on Dani. There will be plenty of time for that later. I can't wait for you to suck my cock. Really. And I can't wait to fuck you – believe me. But for the moment I want you to lie back on the bed and show me your pussy."

She laid back and slowly spread her legs again. I reached for a pillow and shoved it under her ass. She looked so damn beautiful. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was fully exposed and open as the pillow pushed her pelvis into the air. Her large outer lips were fully open like a flower. Her smaller, thinner inner lips were slightly parted, pink and moist. She had a small landing strip of curly brown hair just above her clit I've seen my share of pussy, but this was one of the most exquisite female genitalia I had ever laid my eyes on. She had no doubt shown herself to many lovers and knew the effect of exposing herself fully would have on me. Her wide open pussy glistened in the light and her aroma wafted up to my nostrils. I just stared in amazement. 

She reached down and used two fingers to pull her lips apart and show me the wet pink interior. She gently slid her middle finger down the groove of her slit and slowly slid it in up to her first knuckle, exhaling a soft, subtle moan. I could hear a very subtle, but juicy sound as she slowly pushed her middle finger in and out of her hole, staring into my eyes as she did so.

"You like?" she whispered. A rhetorical question with no need for an answer.

I knelt on the floor, a pillow under my knees. As she lay back on the bed I pulled up one leg and began to kiss the inside of her instep. As I licked her foot and tongued her toes, she continued to play with herself, soft little wet sounds continuing to come from her pussy. I worked on both feet and began to kiss my way up her calves to the inside of her knees, alternating from one to the other – all the while watching how she touched herself – taking mental notes.

I moved up her smooth thigh, the aroma of her wet pussy even stronger now. I began to kiss up and around her pussy, avoiding the slit, but coming ever so close. I began to suck and wetly lick the very edges of her labia, doing my best to tease her and drive her crazy.

She was beginning to rock her pussy up and down rhythmically, moving her fingers a little faster. I watched up close as she madly worked her clit. I pushed her hands to the side and moved my mouth down to the bottom of her slit, then began to move my tongue all over her lips, slowly sliding farther and farther up as she grabbed the back of my head. I sucked on her outer lips, grabbing them with my tongue, stretching them out and then letting them flop back into her pussy folds. Her lips were incredible – long, fleshy, juicy and very tasty. 

"Oh Ben – suck me! Eat my pussy! Fuck me with your mouth!!" No need to ask twice. 

Her pussy tasted divine and her responses to my oral probes spurred me on to more intense explorations. My mouth continued its journey up her pussy, finally arriving at her clit. She began to pull on my head and buck her hips. I responded with a concentrated kiss on her clit, taking my cues from her movements and sounds. I licked it very lightly and was met with a deep, guttural moan. I began slowly, but increased the speed and intensity of my licking. She began to buck her hips to meet my mouth and was making breathy noises. I slid my hands under her ass cheeks and lifted her ass and pussy up to my hungry mouth. I French kissed her pussy hole with a deep probing tongue and began to lick and suck her in rhythm to the music. She ground her pussy into my face as her breathy moans became more and more intense. My face was getting soaked.

"Oh yeah! Eat my pussy! Lick me, Ben! Faster!" I began to increase the speed and pressure of my tongue.

As I continued to focus on her clit, I slowly slipped my middle finger into her pussy. It was a very snug fit and I knew she'd be tight when we got around to fucking. She was moaning and talking dirty to me, lost in an upward spiral. Her arms were straight out to the side and her hands were clenching and pulling violently on the bedspread. She was completely soaked and dripping juices down into the crevice of her ass. I gently inserted another finger and curved both fingers up to pull on her G spot. I licked madly, sucking on her clit, moving my fingers. I flicked my tongue in an erratic motion at a feverish pace. I could feel her breath become quicker and more erratic as I she responded to my tongue and fingers.

"Oh fuck!! Don't stop! Don't stop! it go......OH FUCK!!!"

Her eyes were closed, head swinging back and forth, short breaths escaping in a rhythmic fashion. She grabbed my head and practically pulled my whole face into her pussy. I increased the pressure of my mouth and the speed of my fingers as I felt her convulse and come in jagged breaths. She let out her breath and squeezed my head between her thighs. My face was completely soaked with her juice. I looked at her splayed on the bed – a vision of sexuality.

After she recovered her breath she opened her eyes and looked me in the eye. 

"Fuck, Ben! I have never been eaten like that. Damn. Where have you been all my life?"

"You are so incredibly beautiful, Dani. I could eat your pussy all night long. It's a pleasure – and a privilege."

She just lay there for a few moments collecting herself, her pussy lips were full, thick and engorged – her entire cunt was sloppy wet. I gently nibbled the inside of her thighs and licked the juice, all the while enjoying the view of her legs spread wide and her pussy completely open for me to admire. My cock began to stiffen back to full hardness. 

"Your turn," she said all of a sudden. I moved up off the floor onto the bed and lay back with my legs spread. She looked at me with lowered lids and moved up in between my legs to kiss me. We French kissed deeply, her tongue probing, her lips so soft and full. She began to kiss her way down my chest, sucking for a few moments on my nipples, then proceeding down my stomach. She got to my cock, and cupped my balls with one hand. She looked up at me and while maintaining full eye contact she slowly began to lick the head of my cock.

She slowly began to suck farther and farther down the shaft, taking more and more of my huge erection into her mouth. She pulled off my cock and stroked it with one hand while she cupped my balls in the other hand and slowly licked from one to the other. She went back to my cock, massaging my balls with one hand, stroking the base of my cock with the other and she began to deep throat me – every so often looking up with her big brown eyes – her full lips stretched beautifully by my cock deep in her mouth. It felt so damn good and looked even better I watched her in the mirror – feeling like I was watching my own private porno. 

She let my cock pop out of her mouth for a moment. 

"I love that you shave your balls, Ben. They're so smooth. I love your cock." 

She took it back in her mouth and began a slow up and down motion, taking me a little deeper with each drop and fondling my balls while stroking the base of my cock. Sometime over the next 24 hours, I was sure I'd come in that sweet mouth and enjoy watching my cum drip down her lips. But for now I had other ideas.

"I need to fuck you now, Dani."

"Mmmmmm. I thought you'd never ask."

She pulled up onto her knees and straddled me. She reached back and undid her hair, then shook her mane loose and flipped it behind her ears. I reached up to touch her hanging breasts – there suppleness cupped in my hands. She reached down and grabbed my cock and began to use the tip as a little dildo – stroking her clit with the head of my cock. Back and forth, her eyes closed, my anticipation about to explode. 

Then she slowly inserted me into her, put both her hands on my chest, and began the slow, steady descent on my cock. She was so fucking tight. She started slowly, easing my size into her hole, up and down, slowly at first, increasing the speed gradually as my thick cock began to slide into her snug canal. She kept flipping her hair back and making moaning sounds. I kept my hands at a steady spot as she kept lowering her soft tits into my hands. She leaned back and I pulled my head forward to see the sight – her beautiful pussy lips stretched tightly around my manhood – my shaft wet and glistening from her juice. She put her hands behind her head and began to pick up the pace, her boobs bouncing in time to her thrusts.

While I loved the sight and feel, I also felt the need to take control. I stopped her, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her back in one quick motion without losing our connection. I put my hands and either side of her torso and pushed myself up so I could better see her. I gently slid the tip of my cock into her pussy. She caught her breath. I began to pump back and forth, each thrust driving my cock into her a little further, until I shoved it in deep to the hilt. As we began to build up a good rhythm, I could feel the full length of my shaft plunging into her pulsing wetness. She groaned deeply and grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me as deep as I could go.  

I began to fuck her hard and fast. Her breasts bounced wildly as I increased my pace. She moaned in a breathy reply as I pounded my cock deep into her body. Fucking is surely a physical exercise. But it can also be a completely emotional giving of oneself – and there was no doubt that Dani and I were fucking deeply in a physical as well as an emotional sense. We were fucking as one.

I needed to come and so did she. But I wanted to come in Dani doggie-style.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed, flipped her over again as she pulled up on her knees facing away from me. I leaned down to look at her pussy in this position. Her beautiful full lips were open and separated from our fucking. Her spread pussy glistened in the candlelight as I teased her labia with my finger and enjoyed this incredible, sexy view. 

I stood up next to the bed and pulled her hips up to meet my cock. Her heart-shaped ass looked adorable in this position. I was going to fuck her so hard. She was so wet already I slipped in to the hilt. She let out a guttural groan and lifted her open pussy to meet my rock hard cock. I grabbed her hips and began to fuck her again – hard.

The image in the mirror was too much to take. She pushed her face down on the bed and curved her ass up to meet my cock. We began a slow, hard, steady rhythm. I loved this position – I could feel how deep I was fucking Dani's pussy. Three sounds dominated the room – the slapping of my hips on her ass, the slurping, wet sound of my cock stirring up the juices of her pussy and her rhythmic moans as she responded to each thrust. Now we began to seriously fuck, in and out, faster and faster. I could feel myself getting ready to come and I could feel her on the brink as well. 

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

I pumped as hard and fast as I could and yelled to her that I was coming. She met my final thrusts with a silence as I could tell she was holding her breath and coming hard. I felt her pussy muscles pulsating and squeezing my cock as I exploded deep into her body. We came together and collapsed in a heaving, sweaty mess on the bed. We began giggling and cuddled together to enjoy the post come bliss. 

"Ben, don't even think of leaving this bed for the next 24 hours. You're going to stay here and we're going to fuck our brains out all night."

"Twist my arm, Dani." I knew this experience was going to be one of those short-lived things. But we sure as hell were going to enjoy ourselves tonight and tomorrow. We kissed softly and I nuzzled into her neck to take a short respite before our next fuck.



Danielle



With the refreshing hot water cascading down my body in the shower, I never heard the phone ring. I was standing on the bath mat toweling off, when my cell phone message center alerted me. It was Danielle. 

"Hey Sara, I'll be home around seven tonight, see you then. Call me if you want me stop at the supermarket and pick something up," Danielle's sensual voice said. 

Just hearing her sent shivers up and down my spine. 

"Last night was amazing, oh God was it ever!" I silently thought to myself.

My euphoria about Danielle had produced a vibrant tingling in my crotch. I lay back on my bed and rubbed my sore pussy furiously. 

After I diddled myself to a noisy orgasm, I greedily sucked the tart fluid off my fingers.

"Girl's right, tastes good like a pussy should," I muttered to myself. 

My mood changed when I thought about Danielle's estranged husband. He had filed for a divorce and the shit would hit the fan. Then what? 

"Christ Jesus, I wish I knew the answer," I said out loud in the empty house. 

For a moment, I sounded like my dad when he and I fought like cats and dogs in my early teens. Remembering him brought a tear to my eye.

"I miss you dad," I silently reflected and said a quick prayer for him. 

"You're late for work," my brain screamed at me. But, I remained immobilized as recollections of my childhood took shape in my mind. 

"You're a long way from Omaha," I said to myself. 

A parade of memories marched through my mind and refused to go away. 

Thanks for the Memories: 

I could see the quiet suburban neighborhood where I grew up on the outskirts of Omaha. My house on Apple Orchard Lane looked the same with the nicely landscaped yard and white picket fence; corny but true. 

My folks were conservative Christians with two children, a girl and a boy. My older brother Josiah or Joe was a loving sibling who watched over me. 

Dad worked for the postal service and mom was a secretary at the high school. Even with two kids, there never seemed to be enough money.

"God will provide," My dad would say solemnly.

When I was a child, I believed him but by the time I was fourteen, I would mutter under my breath,

"Bullshit!" 

In middle school, my wardrobe was pathetic and I felt like a freak. Forget trying to buy outfits at the mall, we shopped at the marts; Walmart and Kmart. 

I had an independent and brazen streak that annoyed my mom and dad but especially my dad. It seemed like we fought about everything. My dad was the disciplinarian with the might of religion on his side. I not only feared him but disliked him and kept my distance. 

Most of the confrontations started to occur when I was fourteen. My skirts were too short for church, too much makeup, no dating till you're sixteen, in by ten pm on the weekend and on and on. 

My father held a scripture reading/bible study once a month on a Friday night at our house. Yep, my brother and I were expected to attend and be prepared to discuss whatever topic was the focus. 

One Friday night stands out in particular. I wanted to go with my friends to the mall. I couldn't buy anything but at least I could dream. At dinner, my father flatly refused to let me out of bible study.

When my dad asked me to talk about a passage I was supposed to read ahead of time, I told him I thought it was pointless and I failed to derive any meaning from it.

Josiah was chuckling under his breath but my father was red faced and madder than I had ever seen him. He kept his self control and marched me to my room. I lay on my bed with thoughts of running away and other crazy ideas until I heard everyone leaving.  

Fear and I mean real fear took hold of me until I heard loud arguing that got closer until it was outside my door. 

"Jacob, if you go in there, I will never forgive you," I heard my mothers' voice say.

"Spare the rod, spoil the child!" my dad's voice thundered.

"Listen to me! She's a teenager and wants to be with her friends. Why is that so difficult for you to understand?" my mothers voice asked pleadingly.

Shockingly, there was no response from my father and I heard footsteps retreat into the living room. My door opened and I looked at my mother with eyes as wide as saucers.

"Young lady, you are grounded for two weeks and I mean two weeks. You will do the dinner dishes every night, fold the laundry and help me clean the entire house on Saturday. Is that clear?" She said emphatically in a slightly raised voice.

"Yes ma'am," I said with a defeated air.

I was beginning to think the paddle was probably better. Yeah, it hurt and was downright humiliating but being grounded for two weeks was an eternity to a teenager. Smart woman my mom, she clearly knew what punishment hurt the most and used it frequently to keep me in line. 

Girls Will Be Girls:

When I wasn't grounded, I was spending most of my free time with my friends, Taylor in particular. Her folks weren't bible thumpers so I was always at her house. 

Boys were the main topic of conversation among our circle of girlfriends. They endlessly talked about who was the cutest, hottest, had the nicest eyes, etc. 

Although I always threw my two cents in, I wasn't even close to the obsession level some girls reached. I used to blame my tepid interest for boys on the fact I didn't get my period until I was fifteen. Talk about late bloomer!

But, it wasn't long before I discovered that I was interested in girls. During sleepovers in warm weather when everyone sat around in skimpy tops and panties, I was checking out my friends bodies. 

In spite of my rebellious nature, it was my strict Christian values that had me in denial for a long time. Sure, I looked at my friends but I would never act on it. The scriptures were specific about same sex matters; no, no, never, not ever. 

It's funny, but my folks didn't know that I prayed long and hard practically every day in the privacy of my room asking for strength and guidance from God. My prayers worked up to a point.

The summer before my senior year in high school, Taylor and I started working at a popular teen clothing store at the mall. With my employee discount, I could finally afford to wear stylish clothes.

Always on the thin side, I started filling out in all the right places. At least my prayers for curves and boobs were answered. By Christmas break, I had developed the kind of body that most girls spend a lifetime in the gym trying to acquire. And, Lord Almighty did I give thanks!

My social life took off and I dated guys who the previous year wouldn't give me the time of day. Thanks to my job at the mall, I had nice clothes to wear. I started an exercise program because I wanted to keep my gift from God (yes, I believed it was a gift from God and still do) in tip top shape. 

Not long after my eighteenth birthday my mother poked her head in my bedroom door. It irritated me because I was packing an overnight bag for a sleepover at Taylor's and I was already late

"Sara, I want to talk to you," my mother said in a serious voice and closed my door.

"What's up?" I asked and kept packing. 

"Your father and I noticed that you look...ah...a lot more mature and..." her voice trailed off. 

"Mom, is this about sex?" I asked her with an incredulous expression on my face. 

"We never had the facts of life talk and...well...better late than never," she stated uneasily.

"Mom, I learned about this in sex education class," I stated firmly.

My mother was gazing at me with a confused look but she plowed ahead and gave me a watered down biology lesson. When she concluded, I was convinced that I knew much more about the human anatomy than she did. But, I gave her points for trying. 

With H.S. graduation a memory and the start of college on the horizon, I was nervously contemplating my unrequited feelings for my own gender. My experience level was nil. 

At the post graduation and summer parties, I was acutely aware of the stares and appreciative looks I was getting from both sexes. But, the female stares were the ones that really intrigued me. I was flattered that a few of my friends seemed interested but one in particular surprised me. 

I was in Taylor's bedroom trying on a bag full of just bought summer clothes and I wanted her honest opinion. 

"Too slutty?" I asked biting my lower lip. 

Taylor was looking me up and down.

"Nah, looks good," she stated positively.

When I was down to my bra and panties, I got the feeling that Taylor was really giving me the once over. Discreetly, out of the corner of my eye, I could tell by the expression on her face that she was. 

Taylor, my best friend since first grade, had the hots for me. She had no idea about my desires. My religious upbringing started exerting its power over me but my sex drive was not to be denied and kicked it to the curb. 

I purposely lingered with the other outfits and carried on a normal conversation. By the time I finished, Taylor looked hot and bothered. But, the coup de grace came when I tried on two bikinis.

Under normal circumstances and for modesty sake, I would have turned around but instead, I took my good old time. When my bra made the slow descent down my arms and my tits came into view, Taylor's eyes grew wide. 

My panties followed and she gawked at my groomed blonde bush. When my body under went its metamorphosis, I discovered the pleasures of masturbation. On many an occasion, I fingered myself with fantasies of girls faces buried between my thighs, licking me to nirvana. 

When my "strip show" was over, Taylor was unusually quiet and introspective. I was standing in front of her with a pair of panties my only attire. 

"Something bothering you?" I asked knowing full well what it was. 

"No...ah..." she faltered.

Taylor was a very cute blonde with a trim sexy body. 

"The way you've been staring at me, I thought maybe you had something to say," I said with brutal honesty. 

Taylor looked at me with astonishment but slowly lowered her head with a shameful expression. 

"Sorry," she said apologetically.

"Why are you sorry?" I asked.

"Oh, I ah...don't want you to be mad at me," she said sheepishly with her head down.

"Who said I was mad," I shot back.

Taylor's face had a surprised look.

"Do you like my body?" I inquired sexily.

"Uh huh" she said eagerly

While Taylor's face was flush, my pussy was twitchy and damp.

I decided to make the first move and sat on the end of her bed with my legs slightly parted. My nipples were hard and aching for some attention. 

Taylor was gawking at me with a starved look. 

"I want this to happen as much as you do," I said with a sultry voice and opened my legs wider. 

"I not sure what to do," she stated shyly. 

"You've never had your pussy eaten?" I asked with skepticism.

"Uh yeah, Kristin, Ava, Steph, Rachel..." it was like she was reading off a list.

"Wait a minute, I'm your best friend and you never told me any of this?" I asked with annoyance.

"Gosh Sara, I didn't know how you felt about you know...girl sex. I thought you might be offended," she said timidly.

I was sure that my religious background was a big factor in Taylor's decision. 

"I guess I'm ready to find out what it's like," I stated a little crestfallen. 

"You mean...you haven't...before, I should have known," she stated wisely.

"It's my first time," I said sheepishly.

Taylor sat next to me and put her arm around me. She was looking at me with the sweetest expression but the mood was ruined and I felt like a naïve fool. My eyes started to tear up. 

'Hey, don't cry," she said kindly and held me close.

"It's just that I've had these feelings...and..." I sputtered to a stop. 

Taylor handed me my top. I could tell by her expression that the gears were spinning in her crafty mind. 

"I think I know how we can...ah...solve the dilemma," she said mysteriously. 

"How?" I asked with a hopeful expression.

"You remember Chelsea from senior English class, brown hair, pretty..." She asked.

"You mean Chelsea Brandon, she's one of the prettiest girls at school," I stated with surprise.

"Yeah, that's true but she's also a very eager pussy hound," she stated factually.

"You and her..." I said with amazement

"Oh yeah! I found out at Kristen's one night," she said with a wink.

I was speechless.

"I went home very satisfied and ah...sore. If you get my drift," she said smiling broadly.

Taylor jumped off the bed and clapped her hands together.

"Ok, leave everything to me. Just be here Friday around eight for a sleepover," she stated confidently.

Friday evening, Taylor, Chelsea and I went to a pizza joint and exercised our jaws with a lot of chatter about school. 

I was wearing a bare midriff sleeveless T, tight shorts and flip flops. During the conversation, I saw Chelsea discreetly checking me out.

Our friend Stephanie was a having a party and we stopped to mingle and have a couple of beers. It seemed like the entire graduating class was on her patio and around the pool. I quickly lost Taylor in the crowd but Chelsea stuck close to me.

It was great to see everybody again and I went over my self imposed two beer limit. Chelsea and I talked as though we were old friends and I discovered that she was a genuinely nice person. 

My fourth beer was history when the party started breaking up and I was a little unsteady on my feet. With Chelsea's arm for support, we walked back to Taylor's. 

Taylor's dad had the pop up camper in the backyard with sleeping bags, lanterns, the whole works. I grasped Taylor's reasoning for the tent. Her folks had the central air on in the house. With all the windows closed, they wouldn't be able to hear any cries of passion. 

With the warm night air, Taylor stripped to her panties. Chelsea and I looked at each and did the same. We were lying on our sides, facing each other.

My head was buzzing from the beer as I gazed at Chelsea's sexy boobs; smallish but round and topped with tight pink kisses. 

Chelsea was eying my chest and I felt my nipples harden from her gaze. When she licked her lips with a hungry look, my pussy started creaming. 

Without saying a word, Chelsea's head with mouth open, moved to my chest. I watched with awe as her lips attached themselves to a stubby nipple. She gently licked and new sensations coursed through my body. 

Chelsea went back and forth, giving each tit equal time using a lick/suck technique that had me gasping. Hot pulses of sensation singed my pussy and were growing in intensity. 

I gently held her head and watched with sheer pleasure as her lips tugged and pulled while her tongue flicked across the ends. The feeling was beyond description.

With my pussy throbbing uncontrollably, I hoped up on a seat and leaned back. My nipples were still pulsating, sending little jolts into my gash. Her fingers impatiently tugged my underwear down my legs and I knew my fantasy was about to become a reality. 

Chelsea licked up each thigh avoiding my slit which was yawing open. I watched transfixed when her tongue took its first long lick up my slice and I groaned from the exquisite feeling. 

My eyes remained glued to Chelsea's tongue as it sluiced through and dug into my sensitive folds. Soon it was moving up and down like greased lightening. Waves of sensation pulsed deep in my gash and I pushed hard against her incredible mouth. Her tongue lashed my clit mercilessly with countless whips and butterfly licks. 

With her hands firmly gripping my butt, Chelsea ate my heaving pussy until waves of sensation grew to mind boggling intensity. I cried out when the biggest orgasm of my life burst intently in my slice.

Cries and yelps flew out of my mouth as intense contractions rolled and swept over me. Her lips and tongue relentlessly gobbled my slit until my head was flailing from side to side and another set of spasms rocked my pussy. 

My friends had told me you never forget your first time and I knew that the experience was permanently etched in my memory. 

When I looked down at Chelsea, my juices were dripping off her chin. I heard squishing noises behind me and turned to see Taylor rabidly fingering her pussy. Chelsea jumped over me and buried her face in Taylor's crotch. 

The experience was beyond extraordinary.

I was sitting with Taylor in her bedroom the night before I left for college. Quietly, I was recalling my wonderful experience with Chelsea.

"God, it was freakin amazing!" I gushed.

"You know Sara, you and I have some unfinished business, she said with a sly look.

"We do?" I asked with confusion.

Taylor was staring at my crotch.

"Oh, you want to..."

"Yeah, I still do," she said emphatically.

Although surprised, I moved up and sat on the side of her bed with my arms behind me and a shit eating grin on my face. 

"You know, Chelsea told me you had the juiciest pussy she ever ate," Taylor said as she pulled my shorts and panties down and off. 

My breathing was already heavier as I draped my legs over her shoulders.

"I guess I'm gonna find out," she said in a breathy voice. 

Taylor gorged on my quaking gash with as much determination as Chelsea. At one point she raised her dripping face.

"Yeah, Chelsea was right," she stated convincingly and dug her furiously lapping tongue into my slit. 

Dear Dad:

Although I was nervous about college, I was looking forward to it. The car was stuffed with luggage and boxes as my dad drove along the interstate looking for the correct exit. 

"Dad, I think we missed it," I said dryly.

While my dad looked for the turn off, I marveled at how our relationship had changed. He had softened considerably and was much more loving and kind. 

We had normal conversations and I discovered that he was actually quite intelligent. In high school I maintained an "A" average and many times he told me how proud of me he was. He was very supportive of all my school activities and never missed a soccer game or chorus concert. 

My dad was instrumental in helping me choose the right college. He drove me to different schools for preview days and co signed student loans for me. We discussed the various schools and what my options were.

Often, he would tell me that he loved me and what a terrific daughter I was. That meant the world to me.

My dad found the exit and in ten minutes we were unloading at my dorm. When everything was safely put away, I walked down to the car with him. 

"I love you dad, thanks for everything" I said affectionately and hugged him very tight. 

When I looked up, his eyes were filled with tears. I squeezed him again as my eyes welled up too. 

"I love you too Sara," he said with emotion. 

During my time at college, we became very close and had a great father/daughter relationship. 

When I went home for the holidays, I hugged him tight and told him that I loved him. He sat and listened attentively with a beaming face as I talked for hours about everything that was going on at the college. 

Whenever, I needed his help or advice he was always ready to oblige no matter how big or small the problem. 

The Ecstasy and the Agony:

To me, college seemed like a four year whirlwind of activity. While I had my share of bi curious flings, my desire for romantic love went unsatisfied until sophomore year when I met someone that stirred my heart.

Olivia was a smoldering beauty from Florida with an obvious Latin heritage. I met her swimming laps at the campus pool and when she hauled her body out of the water, my jaw nearly dropped on the ground. 

Olivia was not only fit but had a lean and sculpted physique. The girl had one kick ass body. 

While I'm not an expert on the rules of attraction, I was cognizant of a spark between us. I was sitting on a bench seat by the pool when Olivia walked by me to retrieve her towel. She smiled and sat drying her body but slanted in my direction. 




Danielle



"Hey," she said in friendly way

I acknowledged Olivia with a nod of my head and she moved next to me.

"I'm Olivia," she said and offered her hand.

"Sara, glad to make your acquaintance," I said sheepishly. 

I sounded like an idiot but Olivia was checking me out as much as I was her. We talked for a while and I found that she had an innocent but charming personality. 

Olivia's mannerisms were graceful, unaffected and sexy. When I looked into her vivacious dark eyes, I wanted to melt into her arms.

We met a couple more times at the pool to swim laps and I asked about her physique.

"Oh, I lift weights. I was in a car accident when I was sixteen and in physical therapy they used weight training for rebuilding strength," She in a matter of fact way.

"I would say it worked for you," I said with wonder.

"I've been a fanatic ever since. I love how I feel and look," she stated with pride.

Olivia asked if I wanted to join her and five days a week we met in the undergrad gym and pumped iron for an hour or better. She had me gulping two protein shakes a day. 

By the end of the fall semester, my body was very fit and toned. I was standing in front of the mirror in Olivia's dorm room admiring my new look. 

"You're looking pretty hot girlfriend," she said in a sexy voice.

Since meeting at the pool, we had become very close. Although our relationship was platonic, there was a growing sexual tension between us. I had purposely restrained myself because I valued her friendship. Frequent masturbation kept my desire in check. 

Olivia was a warm, sweet and loyal friend to me. We talked about everything except my bi curious desires. Lately, she seemed lost in thought about something and was on the verge of telling me what was on her mind.

"Hey Sara, have you ever had sex..." she asked timidly until I cut her off.

"Yeah," I answered too quickly.

"You didn't let me...you have? How was it?" she asked with surprise.

"Great," I answered. 

"Did it hurt?" she inquired curiously.

"Nah, why should it," I said and realized that she meant with a boy.

"Most of my friends tell me it hurts the first time," she said with endearing innocence.

"Well I guess it can...but..." I jabbered.

"Chris has been pressuring me to do it over winter break. But, I don't understand why it's so important to him." She said with unease. 

Chris was her boyfriend back home and I was truly at a loss for words. 

"I guess as long as Chris wears a condom I'll let him," she said with a troubled face.

Olivia looked so fragile and worried that I sat next to her and put my arms around her. 

"The real question is; do you want to?" I asked calmly.

"No, I don't even like giving Chris blow jobs. I do it because I'm afraid he'll break up with me if I don't," she said in a cracking voice and tears inundated her eyes.

I held Olivia close and lightly rubbed her back trying to soothe her. She was crying and clearly upset. Slowly, she calmed down and I noticed that she was hanging on to me.

"Sara, can I ask you something?" she said in sniffing voice.

"Yeah," I said quietly

"Have you...ah...liked a person other than a boy," she said in a confused way but I grasped the meaning.

"You mean a girl?" I asked and she looked at me with soulful eyes that made my heart pound.

"Uh huh," she breathed.

This was it, I was trapped and I knew it. 

"Yes, I have," I said like a confession and lowered my gaze.

"Do you like me?" she asked in a barely audible way but with emphasis on the word me.

"Of course I do..." I said reassuringly.

"No...I mean...like a guy thinks a girls...cute," she said almost whispering the last word.

As I gazed at Olivia's worried and vulnerable face, my heart was beating like mad in my chest.

"Yeah, I think you're...well...hot," I stated with heartfelt honesty and hung my head. The truth was finally out.

"You do? Oh Sara!" she cried and flung her arms around me, holding me very tight and started crying again.

"I'm hope you're shedding tears of joy," I said warily.

"I think you're hot too," she stated with a charming coyness. 

Olivia's comment had my insides burning with desire.

"Sometimes when I look at you, I want to kiss you...like with a guy." She said yearningly and gazed at me with pure passion. 

"Want to kiss me now?" I asked with longing.

Olivia answered with her soft sensual lips on mine. The feeling was pure delight and we shared many tender kisses and soft embraces. 

When we finally came up for some air, Olivia's face had a dreamy look of satisfaction. 

"Gosh Sara, that's way better than kissing a guy," She purred. 

We lay on her bed kissing and fondling each other for a long time. I wanted Olivia's first time with a girl to be memorable but, she was a hungry little minx and was pulling my clothes off. Olivia took to the joys of Sapphic sex like a fish to water. She was natural and even taught me a thing or two. 

As time passed a genuine and abiding love grew in my heart for Olivia. When junior year rolled around, we were inseparable and she professed her love for me. 

With the help of a strap on, Olivia lost her virginity and I took a great deal of pride in that. Although she liked performing and receiving cunnilingus, she preferred using dildos on both of us. 

But, Olivia was skilled at tonsil hockey and kissed me like a pro. Many nights were spent making out with her hand down my panties and vice versa. 

It was one of the few times in my life when I experienced bond fide happiness with another human being. 

Because of the long distance between Omaha and Miami, we never saw each other during summer breaks or holidays. For me, it was lack of funds. But, as soon as we returned to college, we would spend a day or two in her apartment satisfying our carnal lust. 

In spite of the stares and sometimes nasty comments, we openly held hands as we walked around campus. We were young and in love. 

At the start of senior year, we discussed our future plans after graduation. I was resolute about finding a job in the Miami area because Olivia wanted to join the police force there. We would share an apartment and live happily ever after. 

Everything was going along swimmingly, until she returned from Christmas break. For several weeks, Olivia seemed preoccupied and was unresponsive to phone calls. She was intentionally avoiding me and it hurt my feelings something fierce. 

On the rare occasion when I did spend time with Olivia, she seemed withdrawn and moody. My attempts to draw out of her whatever it was that weighed heavily on her mind, were fruitless. The only time she appeared to enjoy herself at all was during our infrequent sexual interludes. 

Finally, about a month prior to graduation, Olivia informed me that she had something very important she wanted to discuss with me. 

In her apartment, I gazed yearningly at Olivia and my eyes filled with hot tears. My first big heartache was about to hit me right between the eyes and I never saw it coming. 

"It's over Sara, we have to go our separate ways," she stated emphatically with tears flooding her eyes. 

"Why? Don't you love me anymore?" I asked in whimpering voice.

"I do but my family won't understand our relationship and they're a very important part of my life," she said with extreme sadness.

Olivia was graduating with a Criminology degree and came from an extended family of dedicated police officers. Her father, brother, uncles and cousins were all involved enforcement. 

"What will they do? Ostracize you like the Amish do?" I asked in an unbelieving tone. 

"You don't understand, we won't be accepted by them," she stated in a high pitched cry. 

"If they love you, they'll accept you for who you are," I said pleadingly 

"No one at home knows anything about us. My parents' would freak out..." she stated weakly.

Olivia looked distraught and sighed with frustration. 

"They think I'm in love with Chris and..." she said but stopped herself and hung her head with shame.

Olivia's slip up not only shocked me but hurt me terribly. Although she never told me in words, I had mistakenly assumed that she broke up with him when we became a couple. I felt incredibly naïve. 

"Anyway, I'll most likely marry Chris when I finish at the police academy," she said in a gloomy voice. 

"Why? Why marry someone that you don't love?" I asked with a voice full of distress. 

"Because I have to, for appearance sake, as screwy as that may sound," she replied with regret. 

"This isn't happening," my mind repeated over and over. 

Olivia's face carried a look of desolation.

"Fight for her idiot. Give her every reason to stay with you!" my mind screamed at me.

My brain started to formulate counter arguments because I knew in my heart that what we shared was much more than just a bi curious fling. For several hours, we argued back and forth. 

"What about me? Don't you care about me?" I asked angrily.

"Yes, but...please Sara...this is tearing me apart," she cried.

"So, just throw it all away. Our love for each other, everything about us, it never existed. Is that what you want?" I asked despondently. 

Olivia was in a frightful state and buried her head in hands. 

"You're deluding yourself if you believe that you can live some pretend life with Chris and play it straight," I delivered tearfully 

Little rivers of tears ran down Olivia's face but she refused to change her mind. She was willing to sacrifice our love and future together. My insides were in turmoil. 

"Sara, I love you and I'm probably making the biggest of my life but it has to be this way," she sobbed.

A terrible feeling of despair descended on me. 

"I have to say goodbye, I'm sorry," she said weeping.

I was exhausted and emotionally drained. Ultimately, it was Olivia's decision and she made her choice. I had put up a hell of a fight but I was on the losing end and my heart ached with sorrow. 

I embraced Olivia for the last time and kissed her with passion. 

"Goodbye Olivia, I'll always love you," I cried grief stricken.

In the privacy of my dorm room, I bawled like a baby. For a long time, I prayed that Olivia would come to her senses. But, as the days, weeks and months flew off the calendar, I painfully realized that Olivia wasn't coming back to me. 

A week before the demise of my relationship with Olivia, a Fortune 500 company recruited me and offered me an excellent starting position. It required my relocation to Los Angles and I had ten days to accept or decline the offer. I had absolutely no desire to work in LA but when Olivia broke my heart, I accepted the job proposal. 

Little did I realize at the time, the impact these events would have on my future love life.

A decade after graduation, I was casually reading the College Alumni magazine when a small paragraph in the obituary section immediately caught my attention:

"Olivia Isabella Ramirez, Class of 1992, police officer with the City of Miami; killed in the line of duty."

Somewhere deep in my mind, I had harbored a tiny hope that someday perhaps by a divine miracle, we would get back together. Now, it was utterly futile and I burst into tears because I still carried a torch for Olivia. 

I Love You Dad:

After my break up with Olivia, I wallowed in a depression until graduation day but snapped out of it because I was very pleased that my dad was attending the ceremony. 

When my dad came up to school, I informed him that I would finish my college career with honors and he was thrilled.

"You're a wonderful daughter, I'm very proud of you!" he said with deep affection. 

I thanked him a thousand times that day and hugged him with a daughter's love. For one day, I was able to forget my troubles and bask in the glow of my accomplishments. 

At a restaurant near campus we celebrated and I can still see his smiling face. It was the kind of unforgettable day that I never wanted to end as we talked, laughed and joked in high spirits. But, all too soon it was time to say goodbye. I was headed for Los Angeles and a new life. 

A month later, my dad died suddenly from a heart attack. It was the worst day of my life. The father I had grown to love and cherish was gone. I wept with profound sorrow for many days and was inconsolable. 

In my private moments of despair, I remembered a valuable lesson he taught me. While I was at college, whenever I asked him what he wanted for Christmas or his birthday, he would say that material things meant little to him. Just knowing that I loved him and cared about him was the best gift I could possibly give him. "That's all that really matters in life," he would say quietly.

At Thanksgiving, I was sitting in my mother's kitchen looking at old photos of my dad. It was difficult for me and the tears fell liberally. 

I remembered that although we were very close when he died, we had quite a few clashes in my middle teens. I asked my mother if she knew why or how he changed so much.

"It's a long story Sara but your dad had a huge burden placed on his shoulders at a young age. When he was sixteen, his dad died. Because he was the oldest with five younger brothers and sisters, he knew he had to help his mother. He quit school and got a job to support her. 

He once told me that he turned to religion when his dad died because it helped him find some answers, peace and the strength to carry on. 

We dated for seven years because he wouldn't leave his mother until she was financially secure.

One Sunday when you and Josiah were at Uncle Billy's, he sat at the kitchen table and cried because he thought you hated him. He said he was going to change because he loved you and he wanted you to love him. 

From that day forward, your dad strove to be a loving and supportive parent. It was hard at first but he was determined. He recognized that shoving religion down your throat was a mistake. 

Many times we discussed our feelings about your sexual preference but your dad was convinced that being a compassionate and devoted parent was far more important than passing judgment. He cared that deeply for you.

As the years passed, his change of attitude and loving heart made a world of difference in your relationship. He adored you and would have done anything you asked of him. 

But, knowing that you loved him and told him so was what truly mattered to your dad. He cherished that the most. 

You know, Sara, there were times when I was jealous because I thought that he loved you more than me. 

There's more, a lot more that I can tell you. Someday, when our hearts are lighter and not filled with grief for his passing, I'll tell you stories that will make you happy and cry.

I know in my soul that your dad didn't want to leave us. He loved and cared for us too much but God wanted him for some reason. 

My precious daughter take comfort in knowing that he will live on in our hearts," she said with tears streaming down her face. 

"I miss him mom, I miss him so much," I bawled loudly.

"I know you do sweetheart," she cried sadly and took me in her arms. 

My heart ached with sadness and as my mother held me, I sobbed with utter abandon. 

The Old Lady and the Sea:

On an overcast December day, I was sitting at the airport waiting for my flight to Omaha when the idea of starting my own computer company kept invading my mind. I was tired of working for the same corporation that treated the employees like a number on a chart.

In the worst way, I wanted to have direct control over my destiny and create something that I had a vested interest in making a success. With my mutual funds portfolio and employee savings plan, I had enough capital to last several years. 

After several consultations with an accountant, I calculated start up costs and first year projected revenue. In less than two months I had my own little corporation, a mini Microsoft, up and running. Sayonara, corporate bullshit!

By the end of my second year, I was making more money after taxes than my previous job. I was able to pick and choose my hours and rarely worked over fifty a week. I hired an assistant and for the first time in my life, really enjoyed going to work.

The next six years flew by and while I was moderately successful in business, my love life sputtered through a series of brief relationships that went nowhere. 

After my break up with Olivia, I met no one that ignited a fire inside me as she had. I detested the thought but recognized the fact that I might end up a spinster lesbian with no significant other to share my life with. 

One morning, I received an urgent call from one of my biggest clients that used my services on a monthly basis. By now, I was working strictly on a referral base and new accounts were temporarily out of the question. 

I returned Barry's phone call and he pleadingly asked me to help a small photography studio in Orange County. When I checked my blackberry, my schedule was full for the next two weeks. 

I was about to politely decline when something in the back of my mind urged me to accept. Call it intuition, karma or fate but I startled myself by saying "yes". 

As I patiently waited in the reception area, I was fascinated by the photos of women in sexy lingerie lining one wall. They were obviously boudoir photos and featured females from young to old, lean to chubby and ordinary to beautiful. 

"Good morning, I'm Danielle," a lilting voice informed me and I turned to face a very pretty young woman with brown hair and dark olive color complexion. 

She extended her hand and when I clasped it, the skin had a silky and warm feel that sent little jolts throughout my body. 

"I'm Sara from Computer Solutions, a pleasure to meet you," I stated in a dreamy voice as I gazed into her beautiful dark eyes.

Danielle explained the situation and left me alone to tackle the problem. But, it didn't take long. I informed her that the computers had been compromised with a lot of spy ware and viruses. I managed to clean the system but needed to return and install the latest protection software with an adequate firewall. 

Danielle stood looking at me with a very serious expression as I recommended a more updated computer system for her business. She was tastefully dressed in short sleeve blouse and designer blue jeans that complimented her lean frame. 

My immediate fascination with Danielle was a cause for alarm to me. Not since Olivia had I experienced such a powerful attraction for someone. The one night stands and failed relationships of the last few years only heightened my anxiety. 

For the rest of the day, I was unable to get the image of Danielle and the electric feel of her handshake out of my mind. As I prepared for bed, I was acutely aware that my pussy was tingling with need and fingered my dripping slit to a whopping orgasm. 

It was past five pm when I arrived at the studio to install the new software. Danielle looked annoyed that I was late but I managed to apologize in a charming way. 

Danielle had an exotic beauty with oodles of sex appeal. In many ways, her physical appearance reminded me of Olivia. 

While she signed the completed work order, I noticed some photos on her desk. A framed picture of a very handsome man intrigued me. 

"Your husband?" I asked pointing to the frame. 

"Yes, that's Conrad," she said with a smile. 

"You make a lovely couple," I stated admiringly.

"You're very kind, thank you," she said sweetly and I detected a hint of an accent.

When Danielle handed the signed papers back to me, she was regarding me with a curious look. In so many ways, it reminded me of the first time I met Olivia. There was definitely a flicker or glint of attraction between us. 

"Please don't think me too forward but do you have any plans for dinner?" she asked kindly.




Danielle



"Well yes, with a Weight Watchers frozen entrée," I answered with humor.

"You eat frozen food at supper?" she asked skeptically with a raised eyebrow. 

"I hate cooking for one," I replied honestly.

"Oh, I know the feeling," she said in kind.

Danielle was mulling over something as I gazed at her drinking in her beauty.

"I know a great little place in the valley," she said enticingly. 

"Sure, why not, I accept," I said with gratitude.

At the bistro, Danielle looked very sexy in a tight top and skirt. Her shiny brown hair was braided and coiled into a lovely configuration. She exuded an unmistakable sexuality and class that appealed to me in a big way.

Danielle was from Italy but came to the U.S. with her parents when she was six. 

"Unlike a lot of kids from abroad, I had little difficulty fitting in at school. I already had a better than average command of the English language and made friends easily," she said with pride.

"Although I'm an only child, my parents' refused to spoil me. I was definitely not your typical Italian-American Princess and worked in my fathers' photography studio from the time I was fourteen," she stated with a knowing wink.

"But, enough about me, you own Computer Solutions? Very impressive," she said admiringly with a twinkle in her vivacious eyes. 

I told her my company was a sapling amid a forest of redwoods and I intended to keep it that way. 

As the waiter cleared the dishes I sipped the remainder of wine in my glass and saw that Danielle had a thoughtful look on her face. 

"Would you consider taking me on as a client on a regular basis? I really want to avoid these mishaps in the future," she asked earnestly. 

Without hesitation, I agreed. 

Every week without fail, Danielle's studio was my last appointment on Friday night. She always invited me to dinner and I looked forward to our time together. 

Rather quickly a chemistry developed between us that easily led to friendship. Occasionally, we socialized on the weekend taking in a movie or nightclub hopping. 

While I wasn't much for dancing, Danielle was one hot mama on the dance floor. The girl had all the right moves. I wanted to slow dance with her in the worst way but at that stage of our friendship, it was out of the question. 

Although I hadn't asked, I correctly guessed her age at twenty five.

In spite of my desire for Danielle, I doubted that anything romantic would transpire between us. The age difference of ten years was one factor but the biggest reason of all was her marriage. 

"Am I wasting my time?" I kept wondering but I couldn't shake the thought that if Danielle was spending time with me, she liked me in some way.

What struck me as odd was Conrad's complete absence whenever I visited Danielle's home and she rarely if ever mentioned his name. 

After six months of weekly visits, I arrived for my usual Friday appointment to find that the lobby was dark. I mistakenly thought Danielle had left for the day and immediately I felt depressed. 

However, I saw a light on in her office and heard muffled voices. Danielle's office door was shut but the closer I got the more it sounded like arguing. 

"...it's the perfect time to unload the studio and move to Paris," a male voice stated in a menacing tone.

"My father started this studio and I'm not selling out. I really enjoy working here and it pisses me off when you belittle what I do," Danielle angrily countered.

The male voice laughed derisively.

"The business barely breaks even each year. How will you earn a living? How?" the deeper voice asked scathingly. 

Quietly, I knocked and Danielle answered the door with a tear streaked face. 

"Perhaps I should come back another time," I stated with embarrassment for overhearing their conversation. 

Danielle hesitated for a moment.

"No, No, please stay," she implored and her eyes conveyed the same message. 

While I busied myself checking the computer system, Danielle's office door opened and someone beat a hasty retreat. 

As I finished, Danielle quietly walked up to me and her face looked bleak. 

"You alright?" I asked with concern. 

"Yes...No, I..." she hesitated and fresh tears fell down her face.

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked with sympathy.

"Yeah, but not here; Salino's Café, ok?" she inquired in a melancholy voice. 

At the restaurant, the maitre d' sat us in a quiet corner. Danielle was visibly upset and I reached a hand across the table and covered hers with a squeeze for sympathy. Our friendship had evolved to include a familiarity of light touches on hands, arms, shoulders and friendly hugs. 

"I don't know where to begin but I'm sure you guessed that was Conrad in my office," she said with some anger.

"I kinda figured," I said quietly.

The waiter brought two glasses of wine and I waited patiently as Danielle quickly drank half the glass. 

"I met Conrad when I was a freshman at Penn. He was pursuing an MBA at Wharton and was considered a real catch. At first, he was very romantic and treated me like a princess but when he graduated, I played second fiddle to his job. 

Danielle drained the wine from her glass and requested another. 

"Conrad went from sweet and caring to arrogant and selfish. He displayed all the characteristics of a classic type 'A' personality workaholic. His employment required a lot of travel and I saw him maybe once or twice a month. 

Don't ask me why but I still made the mistake of getting married, thinking I could change him. Our honeymoon was a long weekend in Bermuda but Conrad was preoccupied with a business deal. 

There's a popular misconception that Italians are hot blooded but in my case it was certainly true and I was the one who had to initiate any sexual contact. Conrad appeared to be disinterested and I went home one frustrated bride," she stated sadly and gazed at me with a look of consternation on her pained but pretty face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't intend to be so blunt," she said with remorse but I quickly intimated that it was perfectly fine for her to talk about such matters with me.

The waiter brought two refills and Danielle sat toying with the stem of her glass as though lost in thought. 

"From day one of our marriage, Conrad resented the fact that I had a soft spot in my heart for the photography studio. When my father retired, my folks moved to Philadelphia and he sold me the business for one dollar. I devoted countless hours of my time and worked tirelessly to make it a success. In no uncertain terms, I've steadfastly refused to sell something that my father spent years building up. 

Although Conrad's never said it in words, I'm positive that he would like nothing better than for me to remain at home, bored out of my mind and play the dutiful wife; on those rare occasions he's actually there.

Now, Conrad wants me to uproot and move to Paris because he got promoted. But, instead of discussing his plans with me ahead of time, he barges into the studio and declares his intentions,' she uttered with intense annoyance.

"Do you love him," I asked and my question seemed to throw her off balance.

I clearly saw more tears invade Danielle's eyes.

"Yes, I think I love him. But, that's the sad part, I'm not sure I do anymore" she said sorrowfully and hung her head.

"Does he love you?" I asked gently.

"Yes, I believe he does but since we're apart far more than together, I can't tell for sure," she stated glumly. 

Danielle's serious and pensive look returned and she was evidently mulling something over in her mind.

"I...ah...I mean, Sara...how does a healthy thirty two year old male cope with the lack of sex? Masturbation? Prostitutes? A mistress? Conrad makes enough money that he could afford several mistresses and I would be oblivious to the fact. 

As for me, the lack of physical intimacy is driving me crazy! A vibrator is a fairly good substitute but it can never replace a flesh and blood person.

But, the worst part by far, is the loneliness, especially at night and on the weekends. We've been married for almost four years and I've been alone most of that time. My family and friends have been very supportive but..." she stated in a cracking voice full of hurt and it trailed off. 

We sat in silence for awhile as nothing more was articulated. Danielle had a major dilemma on her hands and I had little to offer in the way of advice. 

Our dinners arrived but Danielle sullenly pushed the food around the plate and took only a few bites. Gradually, her demeanor lightened and she regarded me with an amused half smile on her face. 

"This may be a lot to ask but are you busy tomorrow?" she inquired kindly. 

I pantomimed retrieving my blackberry and searched the imaginary screen with an overly grave expression. 

"Ah...nothing on my agenda tomorrow," I declared abruptly in my most formal business tone.

"Good, we own a vintage speed boat docked at the marina and I was hoping, since Conrad already left on his preliminary trip to Paris, if you would join me for a fun filled day on the glorious blue Pacific," she asked with yearning. 

"I'd love too," I stated happily while inside I was filled with apprehension.

"Nine sharp," she stated enthusiastically with a broad grin on her lovely face. 

On the drive home, I stopped at my neighborhood pharmacy and purchased the largest package of Dramamine available. I was terrified that I would lose my lunch to seasickness and ruin the day for Danielle. 

When I pulled into my driveway, a genuine admiration for Danielle crept into my spirit. She had bravely expressed her feelings of loneliness and spousal neglect to me and yet, at the same time, demonstrated a considerable strength of character. 

Danielle possessed a strong will that was tempered by her sweet, kind nature. Coupled with her physical and internal beauty, she was the ideal mate regardless of sexual orientation. 

However, I cautiously approached the situation as though I was treading on egg shells. I could easily have my heart stepped on again and confuse romantic feelings for friendship. 

As I drove up Canyon Drive, the size and quality of homes rose dramatically. Danielle's was an elegant two story Spanish style on a cul de sac and no matter how many times I visited, it impressed me. 

Danielle greeted me warmly and I helped her load two coolers and several large bags into her Land Rover and off we went. 

At the marina, we transferred the items in Danielle's vehicle to an elegant, wood hulled boat that looked a lot like the one in the movie "On Golden Pond". 

While Danielle filled the gas tank, I retrieved a bottle of water from the cooler. A couple of Dramamine made the watery journey to my belly and I silently prayed for their effectiveness. 

Danielle, with a very happy look on her smiling face, saw me ingest the pills.

"Afraid of seasickness?" she asked with sympathy.

"Yeah," I answered sheepishly.

"It must be my Italian seafaring heritage because I've never felt a twinge of illness even in the choppiest of seas. Now Conrad, he's chummed his guts a few times," she remarked with humor and I giggled nervously.

As Danielle skillfully piloted the craft out of the marina, I gazed at her sitting on the very top of the drivers' seat back. Fetchingly dressed in a belly shirt and shorts over a bikini, she was a luminous vision of beauty. 

I had spent most of the previous night pulling every short set and swimsuit out of my wardrobe. 

"The mirror doesn't lie," Olivia told me a long time ago and in spite of my thirty five years, my reflection revealed a slim and defined muscular figure. My exercise routine had varied little over the years and I remained faithful to the work out that I learned from Olivia. 

But, the unrelenting march of time had taken its toll on me. My skin was less supple looking having lost some of its youthful sheen. The areas around my eyes and mouth were more wrinkled and gave away my true age. 

"I can't believe it; I'm starting to look like my mother," I groaned with annoyance at the facial reflection. 

Nevertheless, I was proud of my body and cast aside the one piece suits, concentrating on the bikinis. Although I settled on a small and provocative number, it was modest according to the latest standards. 

Danielle guided the vessel to a large inlet area where the water was very calm and dropped anchor. When she stripped to her bikini, I couldn't help but gawk at her. 

Danielle's suit looked painted on her lithe and athletic build; it fit her flawlessly. My admiring glances didn't go unnoticed and she flashed me a devilish grin. She fished through the cooler for a bottle of wine and handed me a cup. 

"Feeling ok?" she inquired innocently referring to my stomach. 

"Yeah, so far," I answered cautiously and worried about the effect the combination of the two substances might have on me. 

Danielle spread a couple of large beach towels on the bow for sunbathing and invited me to join her. When I was down to my bikini, she let out a wolf whistle.

"Ooh, a real hardbody," she cooed appreciatively and I'm sure I blushed.

As we lay soaking up the suns rays, I became aware that our thighs were lightly touching because of the small space. A splendid sensation of closeness permeated my being and was enormously satisfying. 

Danielle turned on her side and smiled at me. 

"Enjoying yourself?" she asked with a gleam in her eye. 

"Oh yes," I stated dreamily.

"I'm really glad that I met you," she said bashfully with a coy expression.

Danielle's comment caught me off guard and I looked deep in her eyes.

"The feelings mutual," I said with emotion. 

Unexpectedly, I dozed for awhile and when I woke, Danielle motioned to me to join her for a gourmet lunch spread across a portable table top. We sat on the rear bench and ate in silence. She offered me another cup of wine and I accepted the beverage.

"Have you ever had the feeling that life's passing you by?" she asked me out of the blue.

"Yeah, there have been times that I felt that way but usually right before my period; I get wicked PMS," I said jokingly. 

Danielle laughed so hard that her mouthful of wine trickled nastily out of her nose. 

"You're a nut, Sara," she said smiling broadly at me and wiped the liquid from her face.

After some left over chuckles, Danielle's mood turned serious again.

"I feel like there has to be more to life and I don't mean money," she said wistfully. 

Danielle was staring out across the sun sparkled water toward the horizon and tears formed in the corners of her pretty eyes. 

"What do you want most of all in your life?" she asked me in a solemn way. 

"I guess I want what most people want; to love someone with all my heart and spend the rest of my life with them," I answered with total honesty.

Danielle turned and gave me a weak smile. 

"Me too," she whispered.

I was about to say something about Conrad when Danielle's predicament became clear to me. In spite of all the money and material possessions, her less than satisfactory life with the man that she thought she loved, weighed heavily on her mind. 

The afternoon sun slowly waned and all too soon it was time to go. My gut had held up without any queasiness but the real test would come shortly. 

Danielle guided the craft through the inlet to the open water and took off. In true speedboat fashion, we skimmed the surface at a lightning fast pace and to my great surprise, I absolutely loved it. We whooped and hollered like two kids, enjoying the experience to the hilt. 

When Danielle finally slowed down, I gave my gut a check and discovered that I wasn't going to be sick. My self proscribed medication proved to be very effective. 

Back at the marina with the boat safely moored in place, we walked to the Land Rover.

"Thanks for coming with me today," she stated with gratitude and gave my arm a friendly squeeze.

"I had a wonderful time," I practically gushed and gazed with longing at her beaming face.

On the drive to Danielle's home, an overwhelming emotional feeling swept over me. 

"I'm falling in love," I silently mused and it both saddened and overjoyed me.

Was it mutual? All the signs pointed in that direction but I was uncertain. 

Love Will Find A Way: 

After our adventure on the ocean, our relationship grew until we were spending most of our free time together. 

Danielle was witty and urbane without any stuffiness. She had a vulnerability and sweetness that reminded me of Olivia only much more appealing. I was under her spell, completely. 

For the life of me, I failed to understand how Conrad could stay away from such a charming and beautiful woman. 

We enjoyed movies, good wine, good food, conversation and above all, companionship, something that had been missing from both our lives for quite some time. 

Danielle was very intelligent, perhaps scholarly. Her knowledge on a wide range of topics rivaled my own and our verbal jousting reached heated levels at times but was always friendly. 

I gladly abandoned my Weight Watchers frozen dinners and lived through the hours at work in anxious anticipation of the time that I shared with Danielle. We were sitting in an intimate café enjoying a delicious dinner and I was recounting a dirty joke that I found on the internet. Danielle laughed heartily and countered with a tasteless and vile example.

Casually, I gazed into Danielle's eyes and saw something there that delighted me. Call it romance, love or whatever but it was recognizable and sincere. 

Danielle seemed to enjoy my company as much as I enjoyed hers. She positively glowed when she was around me; smiling, laughing and living life to the fullest. If our schedules conflicted, I pined for her and sulked until I saw her pretty, smiling face again.

I was in love, no doubt about it; hook, line and sinker

But, with pessimistic fear, I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Conrad was leaving for Paris in three months time and I had no clue as to whether Danielle planned on joining him or not. 

On a picture perfect Saturday, several weeks before Conrad's anticipated departure, I was lounging with Danielle on the pool deck. By now, we were practically joined at the hip, spending all our free moments together. We were as tight as two gal pals can be without the sex. 

Since my arrival, Danielle looked troubled about something and she was unusually tight lipped. I implored her to get off her chest whatever was bothering her. 

"Sara, I...ah...oh..." she cried in frustration and her eyes moistened with tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked with deep concern for her.

Danielle looked down at the ground and I saw that her body was trembling. 

"I called Conrad yesterday and told him that I was staying put in Los Angeles. And, there was no way I was going to live with him in Paris," she said in a very shaky voice.

"Are you sure?" I asked and secretly rejoiced. 

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'm so sure, I'm sure...or whatever," she declared.

Danielle's verbal faux pas made me smile and when she looked up at me, she smiled too. 

"Everything that defines me as a person is here; my work, family, friends...you," she stated softly but with emphasis on the word "you". My heart did cartwheels of elation. 

"I'm glad you're staying," I said in a cracking voice and tears rimmed my eyes. 

An intense urge to take Danielle in my arms and smother her with kisses enveloped me. 

"I told him I'll send him a fruit cake every Christmas," she stated with a snicker referencing a line from the motion picture, "The Apartment". 

However, Danielle was not the type of individual who took a serious matter lightly and a shadow of sadness passed over her face.

"I kinda feel bad for Conrad but deep down, I know it's the right decision. I keep remembering an old proverb; 'Money can't buy you happiness,' and in my case, it's absolutely true," she remarked in a dejected tone. 




Danielle



"Do you think he'll ask for a divorce? I inquired nervously.

"He hasn't yet but he probably will. You know Sara, if Conrad truly loved me, he would have made an effort to spend more time with me, a lot more time," she replied despondently.

When I glanced at Danielle's left hand, I immediately noticed that her engagement ring and wedding band were no longer on her ring finger. Although I knew that her decision had been well thought out and thoroughly analyzed, I couldn't help but feel some sadness for the demise of her union with Conrad. 

Suddenly, I felt like a home wrecker and in my guilty mind, I partially blamed myself for Danielle's marriage woes. In hindsight, it was a ridiculous notion. 

"I sort of feel responsible," I mumbled shamefully. 

"Sara, you're my best friend. You did nothing wrong except make me feel happy and cared for. Something I haven't felt with Conrad for a very long time," she spoke with heartfelt kindness and candor.

Danielle's sentiments turned my eyes into a mini Niagara Falls and she gazed at me with an adoring expression. 

"Are those tears of happiness?" she asked gently.

"Yes," I croaked feebly and looked down.

Danielle embraced me with exquisite tenderness and my heart soared. 

"You've become an important part of my life, Sara. When I'm with you, I feel alive and carefree," she whispered affectionately in my ear and lightly kissed my cheek. 

Danielle was revealing her inner most feelings to me. There were so many things I wanted to say to her; I was in love with her, I couldn't live without her and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

"Stick to the basics and tell her how you feel," my brain shouted at me. 

I gathered all my strength. 

"Danielle, ah...I want to...oh...tell..." but my hesitant words were replaced with sheer panic when from the depths of my mind, I remembered something very important.

"Oh shit! Shit!" I yelled in frustration and frightened Danielle.

"Sara, what's the matter?" she asked with distress.

Nearly hysterical and completely pissed off with myself, I explained to Danielle that my former assistant, Melody was getting married that same afternoon and I had promised from the pit of my soul that I would be there for her. 

"I'm so sorry but I totally forgot about it," I said with utter anxiety.

Danielle's gazed at me with a heartbreaking expression of rejection. 

"Will I see you tomorrow?" she asked with trepidation and soulful eyes. 

"I give you my word, I'll be here!" I declared emphatically and Danielle's demeanor brightened a little. 

At the wedding, I was totally preoccupied with thoughts of Danielle. Earlier, when I pulled out of her driveway, she waved goodbye but her face looked forlorn and it was as though she was silently saying,

"Another night alone with just myself for company,"

My beautiful friend had expressed her emotions with honesty and courage. And, what did I do? Run off in a panic because I forgot an important event. 

It was past midnight when I arrived home from the wedding reception. There was a message on my phone from Danielle and my heart was hammering in my chest.

I stared at the blinking light and called upon the Almighty with an urgent request.

"Please God, whatever I've done in my life to be sorry for...well...I'm sincerely sorry. But, I love this woman; I'm positively 100% sure. So, I'm asking...please don't let this be bad news," I prayed loudly with my eyes toward the ceiling.

My finger was shaking when I hit the message button. 

"Hey Sara, hope you had a good time at the wedding. Sorry I was so moody when you left today. See you tomorrow around noon, sleep tight and don't let the bedbugs bite," she stated in an upbeat voice.

I breathed an enormous sigh of relief.

"Thank you God!" I shouted. 

I don't believe that I slept a wink that night as thoughts about Danielle flooded my brain. 

"Does she feel the same way about me as I do about her?"

That one was the most popular followed by,

"She probably wants to be friends and nothing more," but I had my doubts on that one because everything pointed to a love connection.

At least that's what I hoped for in my heart of hearts.

But, in the back of my mind, I couldn't shake the reality that Danielle was heterosexual and according to my gaydar, unfamiliar with girl sex.

After daybreak, I fell asleep but woke in a panic when I saw that it was past eleven thirty. I threw some clothes in a bag and drove at breakneck speed to Danielle's. It was four minutes past twelve when I came to a screeching halt in her driveway.

I was panting and disheveled when Danielle opened the door.

"Are you alright?" she asked with alarm.

"...wanted to be on time...didn't want...to disappoint you...happy to see you," I articulated breathlessly. 

"I'm happy to see you too," she said grinning from ear to ear and lightly pecked my cheek. 

"Do you have...a spare...tooth brush?" I asked a confused looking Danielle in a wheezing voice. 

After I plopped in a chair, I told Danielle about my mad dash sans shower, brushed teeth, etc. With steely determination, she took my hand.

"Ok missy, upstairs you go," she stated in a very pleased, take charge manner and guided me to her bathroom.

As I followed Danielle, I noticed that she was wearing a hot pink bikini under a long T shirt and my libido did the shake, rattle and roll. 

Suddenly, I felt very tired and it took me longer than usual to finish washing. When I exited the shower, Danielle had a fresh terry cloth robe and tooth brush on the vanity for me.

"How bout some toast or a muffin?" she asked cheerfully in the confines of the kitchen.

"Thanks anyway but I'd just like some coffee," I answered appreciatively.

As I sipped hot java from a mug, Danielle sat across from me with a serene expression. I gazed at her with yearning; her shimmering brown hair was twisted in a French braid, her beautiful face full of mirth and her body, her gorgeous body; sleek, tight and fit. 

"I'm hopelessly in love with you," I mused in the solitude of my thoughts and prayed that my feelings would not go unrequited. 

"Did you have fun at the wedding last night?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah," I answered except I left out the part about constantly thinking about her. 

As soon as my coffee mug was empty, we headed out to the pool. It was perfect weather in Los Angeles with low humidity and not too hot. I was just getting comfortable on my lounger when Danielle returned from swimming a few laps. 

"Do you mind if I go topless?" she asked with a sly look.

When Danielle was top free, I was mesmerized by her small but perky breasts. Along with her beauty, she radiated a smoky female sexuality. 

I figured when in Rome... and shed my top. As I sat back on the lounger with my tits jutting proudly from my chest, I spied Danielle's gaping eyes. She was evidently impressed. 

"I hope you don't mind me saying this but you have beautiful breasts," she stated with awe.

In my opinion, they were my best physical asset. 

"Hey, thanks but your not so bad yourself," I said with aplomb. 

The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. With powerful female pheromones permeating the air, my desire for the Italian hottie was almost unbearable. 

Just about the time I hungered for Danielle, I realized I was hungry for some food also. As we ate a late lunch, I wanted to pour my heart out to her but couldn't find the guts to speak. 

Unobtrusively, she reached across the table and took one of my hands in both of hers.

"I'm glad you're here," she purred in a romantic voice and brought my hand to her warm cheek.

We moved back to the loungers and Danielle pushed hers against mine. With the close proximity, she held my hand and wouldn't let go. A dreamy look of love never faltered in her eyes and it made my heart pound furiously in my chest. 

"Your hand is sweaty, are you nervous?" she asked very sweetly.

"I guess a little," I replied in a jumpy voice.

"I won't bite you...well, maybe later," she said in an ultra sexy way. 

My behavior was perplexing to me; I was supposed to be the mature, experienced lesbian with quite a few notches on my belt. Yet, I was acting like a virginal schoolgirl on her first date with the star football player. 

The shadows from the afternoon sun were long when we adjourned to her den to watch a chick flick. As soon as I sat down, Danielle moved her body against mine and gently put her head on my shoulder. 

It was a perfectly natural progression of our feelings toward each other. I put my arm around Danielle and held her close. The feel of her body was indescribably sensual and I involuntarily sighed. 

Not more than five minutes into the movie, Danielle looked up at me with desire. 

"Thank you," she whispered and tears rimmed her dark eyes.

"Why are you thanking me?" I asked kindly and discovered I was shaking.

"I don't feel lonely when I'm with you," she said affectionately and put her arms around my neck, resting her head on my chest.

Her words made my heart fill to bursting with emotion and unbridled longing.

"I can't keep it inside any longer; I want you Sara, she said with urgent need in her voice 

Danielle was gazing at me with intense desire. Her admission turned my insides to mush and temporarily I was tongue tied. Suddenly, she looked apprehensive.

"Don't you want me?" she asked crying.

"Yes, more than anything," I moaned and kissed her passionately. 

Danielle was gifted with her supple lips and gently held the back of my head as her tongued probed the depths of my mouth. 

Danielle's hungry kisses were relentless and made my body ache with yearning. When she came up for air, her face was alive with a look of exhilaration.

"I want you so badly," I groaned and looked deep into her lovely brown eyes filled with longing. 

Danielle embraced me and kissed me with feverish zeal. My hands went under her shirt and delicately squeezed her small mounds while my fingers tweaked the hardening tips. 

Danielle laid her head on my shoulder and panted breathlessly as I slowly lifted her top up and off. She held my head as I licked/sucked her tight caramel colored clusters with a voracious hunger until she was practically screaming and humping my leg. 

While my mouth contentedly suckled a nipple, my fingers were buried in her shorts, strumming her soggy slice and clit like a guitar virtuoso. "Oh God...Sara...oh...you're incredible...oh god!" she panted and cried out as an orgasm seized her body.

When Danielle fell back on the cushions, I quickly removed any leftover attire. Her legs were slightly parted and the heady aroma from her damp sex was thick in the air. We were both panting so hard that I swore there was no oxygen left in the room. 

Danielle's eyes were urging me forward; eyes full of want and need for what was to come next. When I looked closer, I rejoiced at the sight of her dark brown muff that my fingers first detected. 

I was a devotee of hairy pussy and adored the feel of a full coat on my chin and cheeks. Danielle's was parted in the center and her moist pink slice yawed open for me. 

My appetite for Danielle's pussy was formidable as I licked up and down her slit furiously. She rocked her gash against my flattened tongue, pushing hard and I responded by greedily lapping the moisture laden tissue. 

My tongue went into high gear and Danielle's delicious pussy yielded its copious juices into my waiting mouth. She forced her body up to a sitting position and ground her sopping crease on my sucking lips. 

As my hands gripped Danielle's butt, I sucked the tart fluids noisily and feverishly licked her clit. Her eyes were riveted on me as I gulped her steamy nectar down my throat.

"Oh...umm...ooh...umm," she groaned appreciatively.

I never let up and feasted on Danielle as though hers was the last pussy I would ever eat. My face was drenched with her juices as I drilled my tongue through her bloated slit, eliciting feral cries and moans. 

With astonishing ardor, I furiously lathed Danielle's inflamed bud with feathery light licks as she pounded her convulsing gash on my mouth. Abruptly, her thighs squeezed my head very tightly. 

"Oh...oh...ooh...oh God!" she wailed and her body seemed to explode with motion. 

When her orgasm ebbed, I pulled Danielle's sweaty and quaking body on top of me and lovingly kissed her damp face. 

"That was amazing," she crowed in a shaky voice. 

I held Danielle close, lost in the wonderful sensation of her embrace. Gently, she pulled back and looked at me with adoring eyes.

"I hope we'll be doing that a lot," she said with childlike enthusiasm and I winked at her.

Danielle slowly licked my sticky face and neck; sampling her juices.

"Hmm, so that's what I taste like?" she commented with charming ingenuousness. 

Danielle kept staring at me with deep affection.

"I want to make you feel good...you know...like you did for me," she said earnestly.

"You don't have to do anything, I'll understand?" I said smiling gently.

"No Sara, that's not fair, I want too," she articulated with a frowning face and little tears formed in her eyes.

"You are the dearest," I whispered softy in her ear and held her very tightly.

Danielle threw herself into Sapphic love with such eagerness that it astounded me to my very core. She kissed me with a deep yearning and created a firestorm of craving in my body. 

With single minded determination, she trailed little pecks over my skin until she reached my breasts. 

Danielle was enthralled with my nipples which are puffy at the base and topped by a long nipple duct. She took great delight in smooching them wetly until they hardened into bullets. 

With my tits stiff and jutting skyward, Danielle lowered her mouth to my aching tit. Her lips encircled a nipple and gently sucked the tumescent flesh. 

Hot flashes of sensation charred my pussy as Danielle suckled with maddening desire. While her lips tugged contentedly on a nipple, her tongue rasped the turgid end. 

"Umm...ooh...umm...oh," I panted and moaned.

Danielle nipped and raked with her teeth sending shots of pure pleasure pulsing in my slit. Her need was remarkable as her lips fed on my throbbing nipples ravenously. I wanted her to nurse my boobs until she was thoroughly satisfied. 

"Oh...umm...Oh...ooh...," I groaned loudly and her mouth yanked harder. 

Finally, Danielle was sated and smacked my nipples with her lips repeatedly in gratitude. Tentatively, she planted little kisses and pecks on my stomach until she reached my clean shaven mound.

I spread my legs for Danielle and felt her breath on my sensitive lips. When her tongue touched my pulsating slit, I gasped out loud. I felt her hands squeeze my butt and impatiently pull me ever closer.

Lazily, I rocked my slice against Danielle's lips as little shock waves of sensation vibrated through me. My pussy was saturated with creamy juices as she slurped and slathered her tongue through my sopping folds. 

Danielle greedily sucked some hot secretions down her throat and feasted on me with satisfactory prowess for a first timer. Sharp jolts of sensation crackled in my box and sent shivers up and down my spine. 

I rode rough shod over Danielle's tongue as it raked my clit with high speed satiny licks. An orgasm built quickly and my thighs imprisoned her head as contractions seized my pulsing sex.

I gazed at Danielle with loving eyes, panting heavily. But, she looked a bit crestfallen.

"I hope you aren't disappointed," she said with concern and lowered her head.

"Danielle, you were wonderful," I exclaimed with happiness and embraced her snugly.

"All I want is to make you happy," she said with a hopeful expression.

"I've never been happier in my life," I gushed and tears ran from my eyes. 

"Oh Sara, I feel the same way!" she declared with emotion and smothered me with kisses.

With a tenderness that made my heart ache we held each others naked body. 

Danielle guided me to her bath where a refreshing hot shower invigorated us. As we lay in her bed, on our sides facing each other, my curiosity about her past reached its apex. 

"Have you had any experiences with women?" I inquired in a kind voice.

Danielle blushed and shook her head with a very shy expression. My gaydar was accurate to a fault. 

"What about college?" I asked with a questioning look.

Institutions of higher learning were and probably still are the experimentation capitals for the bi curious female. 

"I was hit on by both sexes but I was dating Conrad and turned everybody down. He took my virginity" she answered bashfully.

"Were you curious about what it might be like with a girl?" 

Danielle looked very pensive before she answered. 

"I honestly never gave it much thought until I met you," she said with beguiling innocence and my heart throbbed with intense feelings for her.

"What was it about me...?" I asked but couldn't complete my thought. 

"That's an easy one; I fell in love with you," she replied with frankness and bare emotion.

The effect of her endearing sentiment was immediate and I started crying with joy. Danielle drew me close and held me firmly in her embrace. 

"I love you," I bawled softly with my head on her shoulder.

"I'm so thankful that I found you Sara," she said with unbelievable tenderness and held me even tighter. 

Danielle gazed into my eyes with an expression of pure, unadulterated love.

"I was so very lonely and unhappy until you came along," she said with heartfelt fondness.

My tears flowed unabated as her smiling countenance remained fixed on me. 

"I started falling for you in a big way that beautiful day we went out on the boat. You were very brave, taking Dramamine so you wouldn't get seasick and spoil my fun," she chuckled with happy remembrance. 

Danielle held me securely and lavished light kisses on my teary cheeks.

"I'll admit my feelings for you shocked me at first but I knew deep in my heart that it was right and true. Although, I was clueless about sex with another woman, I had a strong physical desire for you. It was an intense feeling inside of me and it wasn't going to be denied," she said with solid affirmation.

While Danielle was speaking candidly, her hands lightly palmed my nipples and slowly incited a riot in my loins. It was already an eventful night and she was still hungry. 

"Umm...that feels nice," I moaned pleasurably. 

My nipples hardened from the stimulation and I groaned with each tweak and roll. 

"You were right, Danielle," I panted with yearning.

"Right about what?" she asked in a breathy voice.

"Girl, you are hot blooded to the max," I sang admiringly.

As I positioned Danielle for her first girl on girl sixty nine, I discovered it was just the beginning of a long night. She had a robust almost tireless sex drive that eclipsed my own. 

But, it was also the beginning of a torrid hot love affair between two lonely souls who found solace and succor in each others arms; it changed our world.

And The Beat Goes On: 

"Come on muscles, pick up that box," Danielle spouted encouragingly.

"What did you pack in here? Bricks?" I stated with irritation.

"That's the china I received as a wedding present when I married Conrad. Oh, on second thought, you can drop it," she said with dark humor.

With Danielle's help, the box fit neatly in the back of her Land Rover. Several boxes on the driveway went into my Explorer and that was it; her house was empty. 

Twelve months had passed since Conrad left for Paris and her divorce settlement was finalized. 

In that time, our love for each other had grown to dizzying heights and I knew with all of my heart and soul that we would be together until God called one of us home. The sheer bliss that I found with Danielle was beyond any words that I can put on paper. The day after we consummated our relationship, Danielle moved in with me because the home she co-owned with Conrad carried the awful memory of her loneliness. 




Danielle



At Thanksgiving, Danielle traveled to Omaha with me and met my mother and brother. My sexuality was never an issue for them and they welcomed her with open arms. 

Danielle held me as I stood before my fathers' grave in the quiet Baptist cemetery and introduced her with tears streaming down my cheeks. 

The Christmas holidays were more problematic when we visited Danielle's parents in Philadelphia. After we declared our love for one another, she telephoned them dozens of times to explain what happened with Conrad and how I was now part of her life. 

I would listen with total fascination as Danielle mixed English and Italian into her speech effortlessly. The tenor of her conversations varied wildly; sometimes angry, placating, sentimental, exasperated but always ended affectionately.

"Ciao ma, I love you," she would say from her heart.

On Christmas Eve, I stood nervously in Danielle's parents' dining room. Her mother insisted that I sit next to her and I was intimidated beyond words. My glass was brimming with some potent homemade red wine that I found curiously appealing.

The table was filled with a variety of fishes, meats, bread, and salad. The varied tastes and aromas were extremely pleasing to my senses but holding true to my mid-western roots, I took only small portions of food.

Danielle's mother, Mrs. Centomare, was regarding me suspiciously. 

"Danielle, your friend, que cosi? She doesn't like my cooking?" she asked with a big frown.

"Ma, she's from Nebraska," Danielle said definitively.

"What? Qui fait, they don't eat in Nebraska?" she asked with frustration.

"Please load up your plate and eat as much as you can," Danielle whispered imploringly in my ear and I did exactly that.

By the time Mrs. Centomare brought out a huge platter of pastries for desert, I was totally stuffed. But, heeding Danielle's earlier advice, I ate several sweet confections and licked my fingers.

In all my life, I had never consumed so much food at one sitting. However, Danielle's mother had a very pleased look on her face. 

"See Danielle, I told you she has a good appetite," Mrs. Centomare stated with supreme knowledge.

Gradually, over the three days we spent at her parents' home, her mother came to accept me. 

Danielle stood in the living room looking at the bare walls of her former residence.

"Gonna miss it?" I asked sympathetically.

"Nah, not when I have you in my life," she said lovingly. 

"Oh, you've got me; in fact, you had me at hello," I stated emphatically.

"You mean since day one when you walked into the studio to repair the computers?" she asked with surprise.

"Yeah, it was only the second time in my life that I fell for somebody that I just met," I said with a smiling face. 

We were walking through the house, checking window locks and doors when Danielle with a very curious look on her face turned to me. 

"Can you tell me about the first time you fell in love?" she asked with compassion.

Although my eyes welled up with tears, I kept myself from crying. I knew that Danielle had no hidden agenda concerning my past loves and was only inquisitive. I was well acquainted with her past; far more than she was with mine. 

"Well, let me start off by saying that she broke my heart," I whimpered sadly. 

We sat on the kitchen windowsill with Danielle's arm around me as I sometimes blubbered my way through the story of Olivia. However, when I recounted how I learned about her death in the Alumni magazine, I openly wept and covered my face with my hands.

In spite of the fact that I had gotten over the break up long ago, her passing never failed to cause me emotional distress. With the patience of a saint, Danielle held me in her arms and comforted me.

"But, look at me now; I'm madly in love with you and my life couldn't be better," I exclaimed positively as we walked out the back door for the last time. 

On the driveway, Danielle stopped and had that adoring look on her face again. It never failed to make my heart swell with love. I hugged her with all my strength and kissed her with ardor. When we finally came up for air, she motioned toward our vehicles. 

"Hey, let's get out of town before the neighbors have a hissy fit," she stated amusingly.

With Danielle in the lead, we drove off and I never looked back.

Later that night, I was browsing through a pile of travel brochures. Danielle's twenty seventh birth day was the following month and I wanted to do something extra special. She walked into the family room wearing a cute short set that beautifully complimented her sexy body. 

"Hey babe, wassup?" she asked in a loving voice.

"Which would you like better? A seven day cruise to the Caribbean or a week in the Dominican Republic at the Punta Cana resort?" I inquired. 

Danielle sat next to me and put her arm across my shoulders. And, that's what I adored about her, the physical closeness from her many hugs, gentle squeezes and tender kisses. 

Whenever we watched a movie, I was either nestled in her arms or she in mine. Our nights were spent wrapped in each others loving embrace which I treasured the most.

Danielle perused the folders for a few minutes. 

"You decide," she replied quietly and kissed my cheek.

"You have no preference at all?" I asked with some exasperation.

"I have everything I want right here," she purred and gazed at me with the deepest affection.

"No Danielle, no sex until we decide. I see how you're looking at me" I stated with determination.

"Party pooper," she declared mockingly and gave me a raspberry.

"Jesus girl, you're the horniest woman I've ever known," I exclaimed. 

"Are you complaining?" she questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"No, I'm not. But, let me ask you again, do you have any idea what you'd like for your birthday?" I inquired pleadingly. 

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do," she said in a revealing tone and hesitated. 

"Go on," I begged.

"Simply this, that you love me with all your heart as I do you. That's all I want because really, nothing else matters," she stated very wisely.

I was moved to tears and Danielle enveloped me in her soothing embrace. In a halting and sad voice, I recollected for her the same sentiment that my father told me. 

"Knowing that I loved and cared about him was most important to my dad," I said quietly, sniffing back tears 

"That's all that really matters in life," he would say to me. 

Danielle gazed at me with damp eyes and wiped a few tears from my cheeks.

"I miss him so much; I wish you could have met him," I said in a sorrowful voice.

"In a way I have, because I'm holding a part of him in my arms," she stated with gentleness. 

I gazed adoringly at the remarkable young woman that I had fallen head over heels in love with.

"I love you with all my heart," I declared sincerely and kissed Danielle with stormy passion. 

The happiness that I had known with Olivia returned with Danielle but it was a deeper, broader feeling that permeated my entire being.

In my life's journey, I had found my soul mate who loved me unconditionally and I her. And, that's all that really matters.



Danielle and David



Chapter 1

Hi my name is Danielle MacDonald. Nope my family does not own the McDonald's franchise chain. Many people ask me that. Anyway, lest I digress, I am here to tell my story. You see I have always been a "big" girl. It started with a three week summer vacation to see my father and it just took on a life of its own.

When I was in the eighth grade I was about 160lbs. so when every other girl was wearing juniors clothing I was wearing misses' sizes. I wore about a 9/10 dress size which would not be bad if I was in my 20s but as a 13 year old it was jokesville. I guess the surprising thing was I was well built and not too many made fun of me. I actually was in the "IN" crowd so I always had one of the popular guys as a boyfriend, even in high school. I was on the varsity cheerleader team and dated the star quarterback for two years.

Needless to say my life did not suck much, even though some girls were always reminding me of my weight. By the time I got out of high school I was about 220lbs.

I tried to maintain an active lifestyle. I had a gym membership, did a lot of walking and of course dancing with my friends whenever I got the chance. This helped me keep my portions tights. I might have been fat but I would not be flabby. There is a difference.

I always seem to be able to attract men with my 42DDD breast, 32 inch waist line and 44 inch hips. Even men that would not normally be attracted to a fat girl would slip me their number. I knew all they wanted was a sample and I didn't mind giving them one.

That was until I met David. David would be the end of my life as I knew it. Little did I know that my heart was not ready for David Schultz.

~~*~~*~~*~~

One Year Ago

It was a gloomy Saturday, the sky looked like it would rain, no scratch that, it looked like it would storm any moment. I was stuck in the house and was bored out of my mind. I had watched twilight for the fifth time in that day and was going stir crazy. I went to my kitchen to get something to snack on. "Why is it that when you are bored all you can do is think about snack foods?" I teased myself as I opened the door to my pantry and glanced around. Nothing seemed to really jump out to me. Especially, since I had removed all my fun foods. I had gotten on this eat healthier kick, so the rice cakes were not as appealing as I thought they would be.

I finally settled on some saltine crackers with peanut butter spread over them. I signed as I walked over to the TV and switched the cable box from the AV back to the TV setting. As I flipped through the channels a commercial about a live singles line caught my attention. I watched the commercial and decided to give it a try; I walked over to my purse on the kitchen table to get my cell phone out and pressed the numbers. As I stood there I starred at my phone feeling like this is the first signs of desperation. So I put the phone down and walked back over to the stand in front of the TV and flipped through some more channels. I chuckled to myself...really I was not THAT girl. I was not a desperate chick. Again the commercial caught my attention on a different channel. The voiceover on the commercial was saying

Are you bored?" Looking for some friendly conversation? Meet people like you on our LIVE singles line." Then they flashed people having everyday conversations, smiling and laughing. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. I wanted to have fun too. That was it.

"Aw hell I'm bored." I said to myself and walked over to the table and picked up my cell phone, this time I pressed send.

~~*~~*~~*~~

I listened to the introductions of a few guys nothing really stood out until I heard it.

"Hi My name is David I live in Union City and I am looking for someone to chat with on this almost storming Saturday afternoon. I am 6'2, blonde hair and in pretty good physical condition. I am told by the ladies that I am easy on the eyes too. So, let's chat, who knows where it will lead."

Then the recorded voice said "If you like to talk to this caller, press 1 to send then a request for live conversation, press 2 to just send them a flirty message. If you don't want to speak with this caller then press 3 to go to the next caller or press 4 to block this caller and you will not hear any more of their messages."

I pressed 1.

~~*~~*~~*~~

It had been three weeks since David and I started chatting on the live Singles line. We had exchanged cell numbers and texted and chatted often. Mostly we talked about our lives what our day was like, where we grow up. How we spent our down time. He told me he had two kids from a prior relationship. He had never been married. He worked for a factory near his home and he did a bit in professional body building but now he was doing the personal training thing at a gym he and his best bud had opened a year ago. I told him that I lived in San Leandro and that I was going to school at University of Phoenix while working as a secretary for a local construction company. I had no kids and had never been married. The only family that I had was in San Francisco and we tried to see each other pretty often.

Our conversations were the highlights of my days. I would try to picture what he did while we talked and what kind of facial expressions he made in response to some of my statements and questions. I wanted to know what he looked like when he would chuckle after I said something funny.

~~*~~*~~*~~

My phone buzzed. I glanced down while chatting with Bob about a spreadsheet. The ID said David's cell.

When Bob returned to his office I picked up my cell to see what David had text to me.

David: "Wht r u doin?" I smiled and responded

Danielle: "I'm @ wk. Wht r u doin?"

David: "Thinking bout u."

Danielle "J. How sweet."

David: "Wht r u doin after wk."

Danielle: Nothing really. Got 2 run sm errands. U"

David: "Hoping 2 meet u finally."

There was a long pause while I stared at the phone. He wanted to meet me. I mean had joked about it. This was something I had to think about. I mean I did not really know him that well. Did I really want to be alone with him?

My phone buzzed again, David: "Did I scare u off?"

Danielle: "No, r u sure u want 2 meet?"

David: "Yes. I think it's time don't u?"

Danielle: "Okay, where?" I breathed deeply.

David: "I cll u after work."

My phone screen went black. All I could do was stare at my phone. This was really happening. I was going to meet David.

~~*~~*~~*~~*

At five o'clock I prepared to go home. Bob was walking out the door saying his goodbyes and I was shutting down my computer and straightening the items on my desk. After making sure all the lights were off and the voicemail machine was turned on. I walked out of the office and locked the doors.

As I driving to the post office, I heard my phone buzz. Pulling up to the stop light, I fished around in my purse for my phone. It was David.

"Hey you." David said all chirper.

"Hey."

"So, are you ready to meet me? Everything is all set up. I made dinner reservations; we need to be there at 7:30."

"Um, yes I am ready but how should I dress for these reservation you made?" I said as the light turned green.

"Oh what you are wearing right now is fine?" he mocked.

"How do you know what I am wearing?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well I just assumed you have some type of professional outfit. You know a suit, slacks or something close to it." He taunted

"Oh yeah, I got me scared and thought maybe you were stalking me or something." I joked sighing in relief.

"Now, there's an idea." I could hear his smirk through the phone.

"What?"

"Just kidding... so you want me to pick you up or you just want to meet me there?"

"There? I don't know where there is?" I pressed.

"Oh yeah that's right it's a surprise so where would you like me to pick you up?"

"David I'm not sure about this."

"Danielle, I promise I can pick you up wherever you like. I will not harm you in anyway. In case you have not noticed, I like you little lady."

"I like you too David. Well, in that case let's meet at the Starbucks on E. 14th Street."

"See you there at 7:15?"

"Yes 7:15 is good" I said glancing down at my watch.

"Then it's a date. Bye sweet lady." He said and hung up the phone before I could say anything else.

I turned into the post office.

Once I was at my house. I looked at the clock it was 5:45. I went to the bathroom to take a look at me and decided I would change into something a little more date friendly. I had bought a simple black maxi dress on sale last weekend and this would be the perfect opportunity to wear it.

~~*~~*~~*~~

I pulled up to Starbucks it was about 5 minutes after seven and I thought I better get me some caffeine to help give me energy and hopefully calm my nerves. It was times like these I wished I drank. I got in line and ordered my favorite Marble Mocha Macchiato.

As I was waiting for my order to come up, I heard a familiar voice.

"Tall Clover Brewed Coffee."

While he ordered, he ran his hand through his hair. He seemed to be a bit tense. I could understand maybe he was meeting someone for the first time too. I watched him pay for his coffee and walked over to the area where I was waiting. I just missed seeing his face. I did not want to be too conspicuous. His voice did sound familiar to me but I could not place it.

I heard my name being called and grimaced. If David was in the place, he knows there is a Danielle there and could get a good look at me while I would still be at a loss. There did not seem to be any one taking notice of me so I went to get my coffee and decided to sit outside. Since I don't go anywhere without a book. I pulled at my Mary Higgins Clark book I had just purchased; I was a few books behind and was trying to catch up. I read the title 'I'll Walk Alone' and thought to myself, "I know the feeling."

I was about to start the fifth chapter when I looked around and glanced at my watch. It was almost 7:45. I looked at my cell phone no missed calls and my ringer was on. I checked to see if I had any text messages, nothing. I decided to give David a call something must have happened or maybe he's caught in traffic. I got no answer; his phone actually went straight to voice mail. After leaving a message for him, I decided to stay at Starbucks until I finished my cup of coffee, just in case he was running late. I could feel my anger rising...he had better have a good excuse for being late.