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Don't Start What You Can't Finish

By: zenarcade



It had been a great night out, which was saying something because country dancing wouldn't have been my first choice. The club had a pretty good rep, but being from the east coast country had been something we'd all made fun of. I think it was mainly the seemingly overdone costumes - big hats and boots, jeans that people IRONED (for god's sake!), the big belt buckles, and so on. The people had always been great, and seemingly unaffected. Since moving out west I chalked it up to regional differences. But enough of that!

I'd gone country dancing with my apartment neighbor, Jeannette, and a couple of her friends from work. She had the apartment below mine, with the same floor plan. It was a nice complex - good amenities, nicely maintained, and very new. And our apartments were the two bedroom/two bath floor plan - we were both divorced with one kid each. 

We first ran into each other picking up mail - her mailbox was next to mine, and I asked if she was new to the complex.

"Yep, we just moved in a few days ago. Moved out from California to get away from the ex and closer to my folks. How about you?"

"Yep, moved in about a month ago. How do you like it?" I said.

"It's good - love being in Colorado."

"Yep, me too. I'm Mark, incidentally." I extended my hand and she took it, shaking firmly.

"I'm Jeannette. Nice to meet you - which building are you in?"

"I'm in 31 - second floor. You?"

She chuckled. "So am I, although I'm on the first floor. Are you on top of me?" She asked quizzically, then with a slight blush as she realized that could be taken a couple different ways. 

"Well, I'm in 3120, so if you're 3110, then yes." I tilted my head a bit and laughed. "You are, aren't you? That's you in the Toyota SUV in the garage next to mine, right?"

She laughed this time - "Yep, that's me. You've got the blue 325i?" 

My turn to laugh - "Close - it's a 328xi. But blue it is!"

By now, we had retrieved our mail and were walking back to our building, exchanging some small talk. 

"Well, pleasure meeting you! We should get the boys together sometime - I suspect they'd get along." I had no ulterior motive - my son would enjoy having a friend right downstairs. 

She tilted her head a bit, and sai,d "I bet they'd like that. Feel free to stop down - as long as it's not TOO far." She smiled as she said it, and then we turned and I went up to my apartment and I saw her go down the hall to hers. 

We had indeed gotten our kids together a few times, and visited with each other at the same time. I learned that her ex could be violent, though never to her or her son, which was why she had moved so far away, and that her folks lived a few miles from our apartment complex. She managed the local branch of a large headhunting company, which kept her busy. It seemed like the right kind of job for her - she had a confidence about her that was appealing, and a willingness to hear "no" from prospects. Somehow we never got around to talking about relationship status, though I figured she, like me, rarely had trouble getting dates. 

And I have to say it was nice to have a woman friend, where there weren't any expectations. We wound up doing different trips with the kids, as well as the typical kid movies and outings, like the zoo, the museum and so on, and it was always comfortable. It was all the funnier because we'd each seen the other in workout gear - she used the apartment's gym, and I cycled a lot. And I would have been confident in saying we both appreciated the other physically. Despite that, there didn't seem to be a whole lot of sexual tension between us.

It had been a few months since we first met retrieving mail when I heard a knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone - it was unusual for anyone to just knock without having texted or called. I answered the door and it was Jeannette. 

She blew in to my apartment. "Hi! How are you?"

"I'm good - thanks. To what do I owe the pleasure?" I asked.

"Do you have any plans for Saturday? I'm going out with a couple of my girlfriends from work and thought you might like to join us since I don't think you have your son. We're going to that big country dance place on the highway."

"I don't, as a matter of fact. Country, eh? Succumbing to the lure of the Rose? I'm not sure I have anything appropriate to wear, but I'd be happy to join you. I can even be your designated driver."

She laughed. "Oh, that's OK - one of my friends is picking me up, and can fit you in also if you want. And for clothes - just wear some jeans and a black t-shirt - it IS summer, after all. Well, good - it'll be fun. Do you know how to country dance?" 

I shook my head ruefully. "No, but I'll try not to step on your - or anyone else's feet too much."

"Oh, after a couple of drinks I'm sure no one'll know. Or care. Say about 8 on Saturday?"

"Sure, that works - it'll be fun."

And with that, she headed out to feed her son, and I dove back in to work.

I gotta admit the rest of the week dragged a bit - I was intrigued. The offer was out of the blue, and very different from our usual kid-driven events. I figured she thought I'd be a good "out" - the country bar in question was pretty well known as a good place to pick people up, and she was definitely the type to draw attention. And her friends were likely to be also - just going off of what Jeannette looked like. 

She wasn't overly tall - about 5'6" or so. Her build was that "just right" type for me - not overly skinny, but not thick. Shoulder length dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure that I always appreciated. She had a nice size firm bust, and a nice, well-muscled butt, with well-proportioned legs. Like I said before, I was a bit surprised that there wasn't more sexual tension between us, because I'd seen her eyeing me while I was in cycling or other workout gear, and she knew what she had. 

Anyway, Saturday arrived and I pulled on the clothes she'd suggested. I had actually bought a pair of jeans at a western wear store and I had an appropriate shirt. Rather than get cowboy boots that I'd probably never wear again I wore the Ariat boots my ex had gotten me for English horseback riding lessons. We'd arranged for me to head downstairs a little before 8 so we'd be ready for her friend. 

I headed downstairs and knocked on her door, which opened almost immediately. She twirled around, struck a dance pose and said "Ta da! What do you think?"

I almost couldn't say a thing - she was a vision. She was wearing a plaid cowgirl looking blouse, open to just above her breasts, and a medium length denim skirt that absolutely hugged her hips and butt. She must have been wearing a bra that emphasized cleavage, because you could see a fair bit of it without it looking sleazy. Well, OK, without looking TOO sleazy. I liked it. She was also wearing a pair of high black boots, with a sizable heel, that showed off just enough skin between where the boot ended and the skirt began that I found myself wondering if she was wearing tights or anything else. To top it off, she had a white cowgirl hat, and her blonde hair pulled up. She had on just enough makeup to accent her facial features, and her lips were a bright "kiss me" red. It was all I could do to not kiss her on the spot.

"Wow. Just . . . wow." I managed to stammer. "You look amazing!"

She blushed just a little. "Ha! That's exactly the effect I was looking for. Like the lipstick?"

I nodded, knowing my jaw was recovering from its fall to the floor. "It looks fabulous - that 'kiss me now red."

She smirked just a little. "It's even flavored!"

I laughed. "With what? Cherry? Dr. Pepper?"

She leaned in to me quickly and pecked me on the lips, letting me feel some of the lipstick stay behind. 

"Try it and tell me!" she said laughingly.

I tasted it with my tongue. Definitely the cherry variety, and I said so.

She grinned, and said "Yep! I knew you'd get it. Tracy just texted - she's only a minute away. And a good thing - you look fab! Those jeans are perfect for your ass!"

My turn to blush a little. "Well, someone did make some good suggestions . . . I just had to be smart enough to follow them."

We were both a little flushed at how much sexual tension had just been injected into our friendship - I know I was hugely turned on, and the flush on her face said the same was true for her. 

Ting! Her phone announced a message, and she reached down for it. "Yep, Tracy is here. Ready?" She said.

We walked out to Tracy's SUV and got in. I'd met Tracy once before when she had dropped off some papers for Jeannette to work on over a weekend. Then, she'd been weekend casual. Nice looking, but not someone I'd really go after. Although she was much more dressed up, I felt the same about her - nice brown hair, good figure, etc., but she didn't create the tinge of interest I felt with women I was more interested in. Tracy took one look at us and laughed. "Wow, J, you might at least give him a chance! Don't tell me that's not your lipstick on his lip."

Jeannette turned to me and laughed, then reaching for a kleenex and wiping away the vestige of her cherry red lipstick. I then was introduced to Rachel, who was sitting in the front passenger seat. If I had let myself, I'd have been smitten. Rachel had long dark hair and a build similar to Jeannette - perfectly sized and shaped breasts that weren't too big but a bit bigger looking than Jeannette's (or was it just a different bra?), a lascivious mouth, dark eyes, and a face I just liked. I felt like I had hit the jackpot.

We drove to the club exchanging small talk and establishing how we'd seek help from each other - with me expecting to receive the bulk of the SOS calls. I was confident in my ability to do it - I'd done just about all of the Army's special warfare schools, and I was big enough at 6'1" and about 190 to make most people at least think twice about starting something. 

The club was a well-known country dance place, and had a good size following. It was a big place, with room for what looked like hundreds on the main dance floor, with a lot of western style wood tables and chairs and stools arranged around it. It looked like the inside of a big barn, minus the hay. And I don't mean that as a criticism - as the British would say, it looked the business.

Once at the club, we were carded and they stamped the back of our hand with the official "over 21" stamp that allowed us to order alcoholic drinks. Pretty funny considering we were all well into our 30s or 40s! It was crowded, as you'd expect on a Saturday night. It was a pretty nice crowd, too - a lot less of the attitude that existed at the trendier downtown clubs. The music ranged from a live band that was actually quite good to a pair of DJs who would occasionally lapse into pure corniness. The whole place had a nice vibe to it, and I got the sense it would be a great night out. 

We found a table with 3 bar stools fairly close to the dance floor, and ordered drinks from the waitress who happened by, and who looked like she was barely old enough to drink herself. The band announced a break, and we could actually talk without yelling at each other. We started off with the typical small talk, but it didn't take long for it to turn flirty, and I was a bit surprised that Tracy led the way. She made a show of looking me up and down, and then nodded thoughtfully before saying something in Rachel's ear. 

Jeannette, of course, had to know. "What?" she asked of Tracy, who just smiled, glanced at me, and smiled again. "What? Come on, spill!"

Tracy leaned over to Jeannette's ear and whispered something I couldn't make out - I have good hearing and can usually overhear things like that, but the ambient noise level was just a bit too high. Jeannette, in turn, smiled, looked at me, back at Tracy and Rachel, and nodded.

My turn - I put my arm around Jeannette's waist and leaned in, "What was that all about?" 

"Oh, nothing. Tracy just said you looked nice." 

"That's it? Sure looked like there was a bit more to it than that."

Jeannette smirked just a little bit. "Well, actually, she said you looked good enough to eat."

I took it in stride. "Well, very flattering indeed." I decided to up the ante: "Tell her she's welcome to any time." 

Jeannette didn't even blush, but turned to Tracy and whispered in her ear. Tracy, for her part, didn't blush either, just glancing at me and nodding a little bit, with a hint of a smile crossing her mouth.

The night was a blur - we danced a lot, drank a little bit, danced some more. Rachel and Jeannette were my primary dance partners, though I did a few with Tracy and a couple with other women who were there who asked or who just happened to be next up. All three women were asked to dance a lot - and I got a lot of different looks, most of them admiring for being with 3 great looking women. 

Dancing with Rachel was a riot - she'd push her breasts into my chest or back, and grind her hips into me suggestively, smiling as she felt my body reflexively react. She was really gorgeous, as I mentioned earlier, and she had a good personality on top of it. I was really attracted to, and turned on by, her. And her flirting style left little to the imagination. If Jeannette hadn't been the one to ask me to join them, I'd have hooked up with Rachel faster than you could say "hell yes!"

Jeannette saw Rachel flirting shamelessly once and laughed, promptly coming out of the floor, cutting in on her, and then parodying what Rachel had been doing. I didn't complain a bit - the feel of Jeannette's body pressing into mine was fabulous. She felt it too - at one point, she leaned in and yelled in my ear "Don't let Rachel get her hooks in you! She's determined to hook up" and let her lips graze my ear as she said it. At least, I think she meant to do it - in the crush of bodies it could have been accidental. Either way, it was fun and suggestive. I just nodded and raised an eyebrow. 

"You'll have to clue me in later - I know nothing about her!" I had to almost shout into Jeannette's ear as we danced. She laughed and nodded, motioning for me to get Tracy out on the floor. 

Even more fun was slow dancing. I took turns with Tracy, Rachel, and Jeannette, and all three of them flirted - letting their breasts brush my chest, their hands wander down to my ass, breathing on my neck, and at one point Rachel nuzzled me on the neck. I, of course, had to return the favor, which didn't exactly help lower the temperature. Again, it was Jeannette to the "rescue" as one song ended and another started. "See what I mean about Rachel?" she said in my ear. I nodded, enjoying feeling her body so close to me. For that matter, Rachel felt pretty damn good pressed against me as well - she had bigger boobs than Jeannette. 

"Don't worry - I always remember to dance with who brung me . . . " I said into Jeannette's ear, this time letting my lips just graze her ear and having the satisfaction of feeling her thrust her hips into mine, grinding as she felt me responding. She smiled. 

"That's right - and don't you forget it, mister!" She said. I sensed a different vibe from her than before - a touch more aggressive, go get what she wants type of vibe. And it seemed like it was at least partly pointed at me, which was totally cool.  

After our planning on how to help each other should anyone be receiving unwanted attention, it would have been almost disappointing to not have to put them into action at all. It turns out that Rachel drew the attention of a guy she had gone out with a couple of times a few months ago - they just didn't hit it off too well. Perhaps seeing her dressed as she was convinced him that he should try again - he kept asking her to dance, and she kept turning him down. 

Eventually, though, they got matched up during one of the many switches common in country dancing. I don't know exactly what happened, but Jeannette nudged me and yelled in my ear that I needed to go cut in and "rescue" Rachel. Jeannette pointed to where Rachel was, and as Rachel saw me she beckoned me over. The guy was being just a bit too familiar - not obnoxiously grabby or anything, just . . . familiar. 

As I walked over to them, I gave Rachel an inquisitive look - like, "May I cut in?" She smiled, nodded, and said something to the guy, who turned and looked at me. For a second it looked like he thought about trying to stay, but he just leaned in to Rachel's ear and said something, to which she said something back to him while pointing at me. 

I took my cue and stepped in, tapping him on the shoulder and thanking him for dancing with my girl. He looked a bit confused, perhaps having seen me with Jeannette earlier, but left gracefully.

"Oh, thank god - I thought he was never going to leave!" Rachel said. We had moved away from the stage and the PA stack, so we didn't have to yell into each other's ear. "We dated a few times, but it never clicked. And he's a little too persistent."

"Seemed like he was at least smart enough to excuse himself - what did you say to him?"

"Well, I fibbed a bit - told him you were my other half and might not approve." She grinned, and moved in a bit closer. "You don't mind, do you?" 

"Not a bit - that's part of the point, right?" 

"Yep! Oh, hell, he's watching."

I glanced out of the corner of my eye - sure enough, he was locked in on Rachel, maybe to see if we really were going out or if she was just trying to be polite. "You're not kidding - I wonder if he's figured it out yet."

It was pretty funny - it seemed like he kinda knew the game, but wasn't sure. He must have been watching the four of us for a while, and couldn't quite figure out if any of us formed a couple. And to be fair, it would have been hard to tell. 

"How hard do you want to shut him down?" I asked.

"Totally," she replied. "Any ideas?"

"Well, one . . . " I leaned in to her, my lips parting just a bit - the obvious 'move in for kiss' look. It took her a split second to figure it out and to process before she pulled me in a bit closer to her and put her lips on mine. I felt her tongue flick out and touch my lips, seeking my tongue, finding it, start to dance on mine. I thought I was going to explode right there - I could feel her breasts pushing into my chest, her arousal obvious, and she had one hand on my ass and the other on my back, pulling me toward her. And she ground her hips into my groin, moaning softly as she felt my erect cock straining through my jeans, rubbing against her.

It was right at that moment that the song ended, giving me a chance to untangle at least somewhat gracefully. I saw the guy looking at us and gave him a grin and a wave. He mouthed something that looked like "good luck" and then turned back into the crowd. I steered Rachel back to where Jeannette and Tracy were, and we proceeded to give them the play-by-play. There was a hint of something in Jeannette's eyes - I couldn't tell if it was jealousy, relief, or something else, while Tracy's eyes were shining as Rachel described kissing.

As we wound down the night, we decided to beat the crowd and left before closing. Jeannette and Rachel had had more to drink than I had, so I helped both of them to Tracy's SUV with an arm around each. Neither was too drunk to move - don't get me wrong. They were both just tired and slightly buzzed. And Rachel was being flirty, keeping one hand on my ass as we walked. Jeannette, for her part, made sure we were in constant contact, trying to keep our hips aligned. I'd by lying if I didn't say it felt amazing - and it was even more ego-boosting that Tracy seemed a bit disappointed not to be in the mix. 

Tracy drove Jeannette and me home first, with Jeannette leaning against my shoulder. I reflexively put my arm around her so she wouldn't slide around too much, and helped her out when Tracy reached our building. After saying our goodbyes to Tracy and Rachel, we walked in to our building and Jeannette dropped her keys as she reached her door. I bent down to pick them up, and unlocked her door.


Don't Start What You Can't Finish Ch. 02



From one perspective, it was unfortunate that daydreaming was all I had for a couple of days. We both had our kids, and so needless to say having no-holds-barred, screaming orgasm sex was kind of out of the question. And we missed each other when one was running out to pick up a kid or to head to work or school or whatever. Pretty typical - sometimes we ran into each other a lot, other times we'd go several days before running into each other. 

A slightly different perspective was that it was probably a good thing, because we were both totally worn out after Saturday night and Sunday morning. And for my part, I didn't know where that night put us - we hadn't had any kind of dating relationship before spending Saturday night/Sunday morning together having (for me) absolutely mind-blowing sex. 

Monday was a typical office day - I worked on an appellate brief that was coming due, reading a lot and scribbling some ideas on paper. Well, on a laptop, but you get the idea. My son and I then had a nice quiet night at home, with nary a peep from downstairs. Jeannette and I had texted a couple of times, but nothing serious - the typical "how goes your day" stuff we exchanged anyway.

So I was glad when we ran into each other again as we were picking up mail. It was another beautiful, albeit hot, day, and there were beads of perspiration on her brow. 

"Hi Mark!" she beamed. 

"Hi there!" I said back. "Enjoying the heat?"

"Hardly. You?"

I laughed. "Hardly - anything above about 80 is too warm for me."

She laughed in turn. "I know what you mean - that's partly why I moved here. Want a beer?"

"Sure - that'd be great. No Brandon?"

"Mom picked him up - he's staying with them for dinner and then she's bringing him back." 

"Gotcha." By now we had made it back to our building and were walking into her apartment. 

As I glanced around, her apartment looked the same. Same pictures, same furniture in the same location, etc. It was tidy - probably more tidy than my apartment upstairs, though I had managed to get more artwork up on the walls. She dropped her mail on the table in the hallway and kicked off her heels, depositing them on a mat under the mail table. 

She was wearing an ivory colored suit of what looked like linen - a nice, light fabric for the heat. It was just the right complement to her skin, and it let you know she had a terrific figure without being forward. "Flattering" would be a good description. She had her hair pulled up, and as she walked into the kitchen area she undid it and let it fall to her shoulders. 

"What would you like? I've got . . . "

"Whatever you grab first is fine." From experience I knew it was likely to be a Blue Moon, which was fine. Not one of the craft beers Colorado was known for, but nice and refreshing on such a hot day. And I wasn't terribly interested in the beer in any event. She opened two and handed me one.

"Long day?" I asked.

She nodded as moved to her couch and sat down, putting her feet up on the coffee table. "Oh yeah. Thought we had a client signed, and they want more information."

I had to smile ruefully. "I know exactly how that goes. Story of my work life." As an appellant consultant, lawyers always wanted to know if they were going to win or not. Since it was impossible to say, they had to be satisfied with "You never know what an appellate court will do, but . . . "

She laughed softly. "Yep, I bet you do! How about you?"

"Oh, it was fine. Started working on a new case. I'd like to think they have a pretty good chance - but who knows."

Jeannette looked over at me - I was sitting on the same couch, but not too close, as I didn't want to assume anything. "And it's hard getting Saturday night out of my head . . . "

We locked eyes. "I know what you mean. Do you think that counted as finishing what we started?"

"Was that the finish? Or was that just the start?" 

I had wondered that myself. "Tell you the truth, I don't know. I'd like to think that wasn't the finish - but I had no idea what you thought."

She nodded slightly, her bell of dark blonde hair jiggling just a bit. "I was a bit overwhelmed, and didn't know what you thought either. What DO you think?"

"Well, there's a wide range of possibilities." 

Jeannette nodded again a bit, with a "keep going" gesture.

"One would be to pretend it never happened and to keep going as we did before. Not sure how well that would work, but it is a possibility. I suppose the opposite of that would be to run down to the courthouse and get married."

She was looking at me intently. "Are those it?"

"Oh, hell no. We could say it was the beginning of a romantic relationship, building on the friend relationship we already had. We could also keep each other as FWBs . . . "

Jeannette interrupted, "Oh, like fuck buddies?"

I nodded. "Yep. 'Friends with benefits.' Or we could act like we've been doing that all along, or pretend it never happened and go our separate ways. A lot of it depends on what you want - this is not a one-person decision."

She smiled a bit at that. "What would your preference be? I kinda doubt you want to run to the courthouse, and it seems silly to try to pretend like it never happened."

My turn to smile a little. "Yep. You might find that you don't like how I roll the toothpaste tube, or how I make coffee, or something silly like that. What about you?"

"Hmmmm. Well, definitely don't want to pretend like it never happened - I've never had a night like that before. I'm not ready to go get married again - no offense - so something in the middle."

"The good news is that we get to decide what we want it to be. So what would it look like for you?"

She paused thoughtfully, sipping her beer as she did. "I have to ask - did I ask if you'd take Rachel and let me watch? I think I remember asking you that and then really wishing I hadn't."

I nodded. "You did, but I kinda chalked it up to sex brain. I get the same way."

She plowed on. "Well, I do like watching, and didn't know how you felt about exploring and didn't want to cross a line." 

"Oh, don't worry about that - I like exploring and am hard to offend. I also didn't know if you were still going out with . . . was Mike his name?"

"Yep, that was him. No, I let that go a little too long. Funny thing is that we were supposed to go out Saturday night and he cancelled via a text - said he had a family thing come up. I sent it on to Rachel, and she was the one who put Saturday night together, and who suggested we invite you."

"Ah! So that was part of what was going on?" I asked.

"Yep, I thought she was going to hook up with you, especially when you went out to 'rescue' her from her ex. Tracy and I were going to push you out of her car when we got back here. So Rachel was disappointed - to say the least - to go home alone."

"Did you fill her in on the rest of the night?"

"We're girls. Of course - though not in the details." She smirked just a little bit. "And now Mike, of course, wants to go out again."

"I bet he does! What'd you tell him?"

"I just said maybe and that I'd get back to him." She sipped again. "I'm not that into him - nice enough guy, but a bit . . . flaky even if he is pretty. And the family thing that came up - who knows? He hasn't said anything about what that was about."

I digested all that for a minute. "So you haven't said your preference, or if you even have one."

She grinned. "You haven't either, buster!"

"True that. I'd vote for saying it's the start of something. We've been friends for a while, and if it starts to get too weird we'd have a chance at falling back to that."

She cocked her head at me. "Would you want to be able to date other people? Because I know a couple of women who want to."

"Hell, I don't know. I've never been here before. It seems silly to date anyone else, don't you think?"

"Maybe, but since we're not running to the courthouse . . . I don't know. I've never been here either, and having just gotten divorced I haven't been looking for any kind of serious relationship, which is what I think we'd be diving in to. And I'm not good at dating more than one at a time, unless I'm sharing, and even then I still know who I'm with."

She drained her beer and got up to get another. "Ready for another?"

I tipped my bottle up and finished it. "You bet."

She brought a pair over and sat down, closer together this time. 

"Cheers!" She clinked her bottle against mine and took a sip. "It might be Coors, but this is still pretty good." 

I nodded. "I like it, but then I drink Dos Equis because their radio commercials are THAT good. I think you know I'm far from a beer nerd. Coffee, yes. Beer, not so much."

She laughed. "Yeah, I guess I do know that. Didn't mean to get so serious on you - it's not like either one of us have never gotten carried away and had sex before. Even if that was the single best night I've ever had." She tilted her head inquisitively as she looked at me.

"Well, can't argue that! Any of it, actually." I emphasized "any" just a bit. 

"Yeah, right - I bet you tell all the girls that. It's OK, it's what guys do." She laughed.

"You laugh. Ha. But it's true. That was truly spectacular." Another thought occurred to me. "Hey, while we're being serious, it never occurred to me to ask if we're protected. I don't know how much I came, but it was way more than I ever have before. I'm sorry I didn't even ask or do anything before we got so far."

"Oh, I think we're fine. I'm not on anything, but I should start my cycle any day. So time-wise it'd be a miracle - and it was hard for me to get pregnant in the first place. Oh, and you DID come a lot - I was leaking for days." She gave a sly grin. "I rather liked it."

"Oh, naughty girl!" I smiled. "I love hearing that . . . very hot imagining you giving a presentation to a COO and feeling something leaking and running down your leg . . . "

We'd moved closer together so we were now almost touching - but not quite. And my body was wide awake and ready. 

"I'll start the pill again - I've got a stash and it works really well for me. I know you're a great dad, but let's not go there, at least not accidentally." 

"I'd say I'm happy to use condoms, but I'd be lying - I don't know anybody who likes them. But I'm more than willing if you'd prefer."

"Oh, hell no - I hate them. Sounds like we've at least decided we're open to a repeat, eh?" 

"Evidently! Not that I was ever opposed . . . Oh, here's another very un-romantic thought - do you want me to be tested for anything? The military tests for some things, and I'd be happy to go get those results. Think about it and let me know - I don't have any problem doing that."

Jeannette put her head back and laughed. "You know, that's actually one of the more romantic things I've heard. No, don't worry about it - and the same goes for me - happy to be tested for anything. Believe it or not, I'm very careful with who I sleep with. As long as my cycle shows up I think we're fine."

She glanced over at the clock. "Brandon won't be home for a while - want to go get some dinner?" 

"Sure - where? The Pub?" The Pub was a well-known local place that had pretty good food and was a five minute walk away. 

"Yeah, that sounds good. Let me change, though - I don't want to walk over there in this."

"Ah, but it looks SO good!" I gave her a fake leer as she headed to her room.

She laughed again. "I'd ask if you'd like to help, but I doubt we'd make it out the door." 

"Yeah, that's a safe bet. Probably a bit early for Brandon to get home and find us naked." 

"Tempting to think about, though!" She called through the doorway.

I resisted temptation. "Damn right it is! That's why I'm staying out here."

"Pity! Well, maybe next time."

"You can count on it!"

She came out of her room in a pair of shorts and a moderately tight blouse that showed off her form without shouting about it. She pulled on a pair of sandals, picked up a small purse, and said "Ready?"

"Yep, let's go!" 

We headed out and had a good time. We didn't have a lot of time, since Brandon, her son, was due back around 7 or 7:30, so we just had a quick bite to eat and then headed back. It was a nice time, and it felt good. It was the kind of good you usually only reach in a relationship when you're past the point of wondering if you'll go out again, and start to build some confidence that it really is something. And while we flirted, we didn't talk about a whole lot of importance. It was your basic comfortable night out.

We got back before Brandon did, so we kicked back on the couch and chatted while she waited for him to get there. At some point she put her foot out toward me and plopped it on my leg - the implicit request being pretty obvious. I massaged her foot and ankle for a while as we talked, switching to the other and finishing right before we heard her mom and Brandon arrive and open the door (her mom had a key).

My being there was hardly a surprise - her mom and I had met several times - but her mom gave us both a piercing look as she came in and reported in on how Brandon had been. 

I made my excuses and headed upstairs, leaving the three of them as I thought about what we had talked about. I put some music on and sat down, getting up to replace the Stone Roses first album with something instrumental, which turned out to be a Bill Frisell album. So it sounded like we had managed to avoid getting pregnant, though her not being on anything surprised me a bit and my failure to stop to at least look for a condom bothered me - I'm usually far more responsible. 

Beyond that, it sounded like we were both kind of fishing around, each wanting the other to make the first declaration that we were either on the way to being a couple or already were. Then again, that's what I think I was hoping for. I had chalked up the entire Rachel discussion to sex brain, which I know has made me say some strange things. Then again, she had mentioned liking to watch. I let my brain churn on it for a while and then drifted off to change the music and answer a couple of phone calls. 

In the midst of one call, a text from her came in. "Saturday? Same group. In?" 

"Duh. What time?" was my response.

"B rdy!" was what I got back.

I still wasn't sure what we had decided - if anything. I didn't know if we had decided to start being a couple, or just dating, or just friends who had a spectacular night together. And she wasn't helping much - our conversation had been pretty inconclusive, at least to me. We didn't get a chance to talk or visit much the next few days - my son was with me and he kept me busy, as did work. He was flying off to visit my folks in California for a couple of weeks starting Friday, so I didn't have to think about a babysitter for Saturday.

For her part, she had her son Brandon, and we just kept missing each other outside of texting and randomly running into each other while picking up mail. We'd both wink at each other when we ran into each other, and she did grab my butt one time when Brandon wasn't with her, but I was a bit disappointed we weren't able to connect, either with kids or without. 

I think we were both driving the other just a bit crazy knowing how close we were and not being able to do anything about it. I know that was true for me - and I still didn't know what would be happening Saturday, if anything, or even where we were going. Ah well! Whatever happened, it would probably be fun. And if I really really hoped we wound up together again, well, it was a great thing to daydream about. One of the more vivid memories I had was seeing her lying nude on her couch as I reached down to start sucking on her nipples and teasing her clit. Just gorgeous!

Friday came and went, with my son flying off to California without a hitch and my folks picking him right at the gate. I knew he'd be having a fantastic time - he had a couple of cousins out there also who were close to his age, and they all got along well. The weather even cooperated - we got a break from the high 90s we'd been having, with temperatures falling to the lower 80s with some afternoon and evening thunderstorms. 

Saturday finally arrived, and I spent it doing a group bike ride of about 65 miles. The cooler weather helped a lot, and we took our time, getting back to the bike shop we left from before it got too hot and before any storms brewed up. I spent part of the rest of the day cleaning and doing laundry - if we wound up back here I figured I should be ready. Hope springs eternal, you know!

I also ran out and met a friend for a quick dinner, getting a good size beef tenderloin for the protein I hoped I'd need later. Then it was time to head home and get ready. Jeannette had finally told me where we were planning on going - it was a techno club downtown called Pulse, which I'd been to in one of its former iterations. It had a well-earned reputation as a meat market - it was one (arguable) step below the area's swing club in terms of what you'd see happening on and off the dance floor. It was an interesting choice. 

We had all agreed that we'd carpool together again, with Rachel driving Tracy's car since it was big enough for us to fit in comfortably. I went down to Jeannette's a few minutes before we were supposed to be picked up, and as I knocked on the door I wondered what she'd be wearing. I didn't have to wait long - she answered the door almost instantly, like she'd been waiting. 

"Hi! Ready?" she burst out.

I was dazzled. She was wearing what looked like a skintight black shiny dress that looked like leather, but wasn't. It absolutely hugged her form, and definitely drew attention. And that's before I noticed she was quite a bit taller and looked down to see matching black shoes with a good lift. Set against her pulled-back glowing dirty blonde hair and fair skin, she was a knockout and It took me about two seconds to give away that I was enormously turned on. I wanted to crush her in my arms and take her right there.

"Wow - you look awesome!" I managed to say. She did her little pirouette, letting me see there wasn't much back to the dress, and that she wasn't wearing anything under it.

"You like?"

I pulled her to me and crushed her lips to mine, feeling her body responding against mine and her arms wrapping around me as we kissed fiercely. Right as she started to grind into me we heard a knock on the door. Both of our eyes opened - I hadn't even realized we'd closed them - and we heard her phone go off as a text arrived. We broke apart and she picked up her tiny purse - just big enough for a phone and a couple credit cards - and opened the door to see Tracy standing before us.

"Hi guys! Ready?" I've said before that Tracy was pretty but not quite my type. I had to revise that - she was a vision in a form-fitting navy blue short dress that really teased you with her cleavage and showed off a perfect ass - tight, round, and just the right size. 

"Or should I leave you two alone for a while to get your freak out?" Tracy grinned - Jeannette and I were standing next to each other, each with an arm around the other, and it had to be obvious we'd just been kissing hard. In case anyone missed it, I was totally turned on, which was painfully visible, and Jeannette was breathing heavily and her nipples were poking through the thin material of her dress. 

"Nope, we're ready!" Jeannette said as her breath returned. She bent down to pick up her purse and gave me a great view of her breasts as she did. Tracy saw and just smirked. 

"Tracy - I gotta say: you look fantastic!" I said, figuring it would be a good diversion. 

"Thanks! You think so? Not too tight?" She smiled as she said it.

"Hell, no - you should wear that anytime you want to raise the temperature in a room." 

Tracy laughed. "Thanks - I figured with where we're going it'd be appropriate. Probably would have been thrown out of the Rose. C'mon - Rachel's waiting - and probably very impatiently. She doesn't wait well."




Don't Start What You Can't Finish Ch. 02



We made our way out of Jeannette's apartment, locking the door and heading out in the cool night to Tracy's car, where Jeannette and Tracy insisted I take the front seat. They probably just wanted to see if Rachel could raise my blood pressure any further - and the answer was yes. I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks. 

"Come on, get in! You can gawk at me all night." Rachel was smiling as she said it. She was wearing a skintight black dress that looked like it was made from vinyl - it was shiny. There was an oversized metal zipper running down the center front - I couldn't tell how far because she was sitting down. And she was wearing what looked like black mesh leggings with no shoes - which I later saw were in the passenger seat foot well. She looked absolutely radiant - her almost black hair pulled up and with just the barest touch of makeup. My jaw must have literally dropped - I felt Jeannette push me forward to the seat and laugh.

"She looks pretty good, doesn't she? Hell, I could even do her!" She leered at me as she said it. 

We piled in to Tracy's car, and Rachel started driving. On the way, there was a lot of bantering, flirting, and a discussion of how to intervene if necessary.

"OK, Mark, you need to dance with all of us so people there know we're a group." This from Tracy.

"Ha. I dare say I can manage that," I said with a grin. "Such hardship. Going to be a lot of guys jealous that I'm with three such beautiful women . . . "

Tracy grinned. "Well, wouldn't want you to have to be with three hags, would we? And we sure as hell wouldn't want to be with an old wizened man." 

Jeannette jumped in. "Ooh, 'wizened!' Word of the night - if anyone needs help, just say 'wizened' and we'll know."

"I like it - not something you hear every day," from Rachel. "OK, that's settled, then, right?"

"Well, assuming you can hear anything in there - it's pretty loud!" I put in. 

"Yeah, it is. Might have to just use the old 'help' look!" Tracy smirked again, like she'd never need any. Actually, she probably wouldn't - she had a bit of an edge to her that probably served her well in places like these. 

As we were driving to the club, which wasn't too far away, lightning started flashing to the west. While it wasn't unusual to see thunderstorms, it was slightly unusual to see them forming at 9 at night. Terrific light show.

As we bantered around, we arrived - and saw nowhere to park and a long line at the door. 

"Just use valet - I've got it." I said. I had no interest in fumbling around looking for parking and then getting soaked with rain when we had to walk half a mile or whatever it would be.

Tracy nodded. "Good idea - Rachel, valet is over there."

Rachel already had us in the valet line, and even the valet was taken aback by how good she looked. As we got out of the car, you could tell people were checking the women out, even if this was a place where people tended to pretend to be not paying attention. But having been in places where your life could depend on noticing anything, I caught the furtive glances some guys threw their way, as well as the outright ogling a couple guys engaged in - and one in particular who just stared at Tracy, who saw and gave him a quick tight-lipped smile.

Rachel took charge and said "I bought us tickets - they're at will call. Follow me!" We dutifully followed her as she made her way through the crowd in line to get in, and retrieved our tickets. She had sprung for VIP access, which basically meant a separate door and much shorter security screening, so we were in pretty quickly. 

Once, it was crowded - as in, packed. And loud, at least on the level we entered on. Jeannette motioned upwards and led us over to a staircase that we took to a third level. There were still lots of people, but we seemed to have left the 20somethings downstairs, and you could at least hear yourself think. I headed over to the bar to get drinks, and was waited on by a striking looking woman with green colored hair, which looked oddly terrific. 

I actually managed to get all four drinks back to the small half-circle booth the women had claimed without spilling them. Tracy stopped us from starting in on them, though - it was time for a toast. 

"To good friends, good times, and to having one hell of a night!" Tracy announced. Jeannette winked at me as we clinked our glasses, and I felt her hand on my thigh. Well, good! And then I felt another hand on my opposite thigh - which could only belong to Rachel, as she was sitting next to me. Wait, what? I did a double take, and sure enough, Rachel had her right hand on my left thigh, and Jeannette had her left hand on my right thigh, with Tracy next to Jeannette and almost across from me.

Tracy decided to break the ice, and leaned in to Jeannette to say something. I saw Jeannette nod and then her voice was in my ear: "Tracy wants to dance."

I nodded, and Jeannette got up, letting me slide out of our little booth. I felt Rachel's hand linger and provocatively brush my hip as I moved out. Tracy reached out for my hand and pulled me out, Jeannette sliding back in with Rachel. I had just a second to see those two gorgeous women sitting in the booth, one dirty blonde and one almost black hair, both dressed to absolutely kill. 

And then my attention was claimed by the woman in front of me, Tracy. While she usually wasn't quite my type, she looked fabulous. She was the shortest of our group at 5'6", but had a terrific figure - slim but perfectly curved. Her navy club dress was snug in all the right places, and I suspected it would be easy to get off and that she wasn't wearing much, if anything, underneath it. She was a lighter blonde than Jeannette, and her hair looked like spun gold. I didn't know if she'd done anything different to it or what, but she was a lot more attractive to me tonight than she'd been in the past. Maybe a techno club was just more her scene - she'd looked great when we were at the country dance club, but she looked far sexier tonight.

I was immediately somewhat taken aback by the thought - I'd never thought of Tracy as someone I'd go after, even for a one night stand. And after last weekend with Jeannette, and our frustratingly inconclusive discussion the other day, I was wondering what the hell was going on. 

We started dancing, and even after just one drink Tracy was mighty flirty. She gyrated her hips sexily and shook her gorgeous boobs at me, all while looking straight into my eyes. I started returning the favor as best I could - I'm not a great dancer. We worked our way closer and closer until we were almost chest to chest, and then she started fluttering her hands down my sides, starting from my shoulders and finishing at my waist. I followed her lead, the tips of my fingers just grazing her ass as she kept our eyes locked together. 

I felt her fingers on my waist close a tiny bit, pulling me closer to her, feeling her heat and reveling in her scent and the look in her eyes. I followed the lead, pulling her closer until we actually were grazing each other, the thin material of her dress not doing a good job of concealing how hard her nipples were. It felt great to feel her body just grazing mine, her breasts brushing against my chest, her face just inches from mine, both of us smiling. As you can imagine, I was already hard, and it was only the first dance. I was surprised at how turned on I was - the pulsing music and dim lighting helped, but most of it was just Tracy.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned to see the other gorgeous blonde I was with. Jeannette leaned in and asked Tracy if she could cut in. Tracy nodded, and managed to blow in my ear before heading back to our table. It struck me that we hadn't said a word to each other. 

Jeannette looked radiant, and we started dancing closer together than Tracy and I had, which meant it took less time before our bodies were grazing against each other, with Jeannette taking particular care that her breasts rubbed against my chest, letting me feel just how thin her dress was - much like Tracy had done. I, in turn, made sure our groins came together so she could feel how turned on I was. She smiled, letting her hands roam down my back to my ass, giving me a squeeze and grinding her hips to mine.

I let one hand slide down her spine to her ass and squeezed back, while my other hand reached up caressed her hair as I ran it up her spine. I felt her sigh and part her lips as she moved them to mine, and we locked in a passionate kiss that transported me back to her couch and bed. 

She broke away and leaned up to my ear. "Not yet! There's a lot of dancing to do . . . first." She grinned, and I could feel the excitement radiating from her. I just smiled. "And you never know - you might have to 'rescue' one of us again . . . "

I flashed back to 'rescuing' Rachel the week before. A guy she'd dated wouldn't leave her alone, and I pretended to be the boyfriend. That involved making out while dancing, and it was all either of us could do to not tear each others' clothes off right there. 

"Ha! That was hardly a chore!"

"Almost as bad as our nightcap?" Jeannette let her lips graze my ear as she said it.

"Oh, no - that was much worse." I couldn't keep a straight face as I said it, and Jeannette laughed at me, giving my ass a squeeze and grinding her hips hard into me, feeling how hard I was.

"Well, you have to dance with her, and you should definitely kiss her again - that was really hot to see." 

"You should have been there!" I said back.

"What makes you think I haven't?" she shot back.

"Really? Wow - that WOULD be something to see!"

"Ha - just let your imagination work on that one . . . " she smirked.

And right at that moment, as if on cue, Rachel came up and asked if she could join in. Jeannette let go of me and practically shouted to be heard over the music. "He's all yours! I'll go get the next round." And with that, Jeannette gave my ass one more squeeze and left me with Rachel. It was still all I could do to not gawk - she was gorgeous. I was dazzled. 

We started dancing and it didn't take long for us to wind up chest to chest, our hands slowly wandering over each other as we danced. There was a mischievous gleam in Rachel's eye that was exciting as hell. I started to run my hands up and down her spine, feeling her move even closer to me, now pressing her gorgeous breasts against me, letting me feel their firmness and her erect nipples, now protruding through whatever her dress was made of. 

I made a show of finding the oversized zipper and pretended to be lowering it as the music pounded and the lights danced. Rachel just inclined her head a bit and made a show of looking down and then winking at me.

"Jeannette said she had a great time last week," Rachel had to almost shout - it seemed like the music had been turned up. 

"I know I did!" I said in return.

"I bet! Willing to 'rescue' me again if need be?" she smiled as she said it, showing off a brilliant set of teeth.

"Are you kidding? I could have stayed there all night . . . "

"We should do that sometime!" She grinned.

"Might just be fun! Don't you think Jeannette might get mad . . .? "

"I doubt she would - I'm sure she'd understand." She grinned.

Yikes - of course it'd be fun to find out, but Jeannette did live downstairs from me, and our kids were friends, and we had gotten together first, and I had no idea what the hell our status was. I wished to heaven that I'd gotten a more definite answer from Jeannette when we'd been talking earlier in the week. 

Meanwhile, Rachel had been letting her hands wander freely, up my back, squeezing my ass, around my sides, up and down my arms - you get the idea. And I had to admit I was completely turned on by Rachel - and, apparently, vice-versa. And she could tell, especially every time she ground her hips into mine. It seemed like a continuation from last week, picking right up where we'd left off. It was a bit strange - she obviously knew what had happened with Jeannette and wasn't backing off at all. 

Right when I had that thought, I saw a hand on her shoulder and a guy lean in and ask if he could dance with her. We looked up, startled a bit, and she nodded, breaking away from me. As she did, she leaned by my ear and just said "Stay close!"

I nodded, and turned to pick up my drink, only to run right in to Tracy, who motioned back to the dance floor. I took her hand and twirled her around, giving her an obvious and exaggerated once over, followed by a thoughtful nod. She laughed, and returned the favor, making a show of closely studying me before mouthing "yep!"

We'd danced for a couple of minutes, keeping on eye on Rachel, and doing our usual flirting, touching, and rubbing each other, when I saw Jeannette come up to us with a serious look on her face. She pulled Tracy aside and yelled that they'd be back in a minute. I just nodded, wondering about the look on Jeannette's face. I glanced over at Rachel, who seemed to be having a good time with the guy she was dancing with, and who I noticed she was not borderline groping, and headed back to our table. 

Jeannette and Tracy looked like they were about to get up to find me, and motioned me to sit down. 

Tracy leaned over to my ear and said that Jeannette's son Brandon had gotten sick - like throwing up sick - while at Jeannette's mom's house. Tracy was going to take Jeannette over to her mom's and then head home, since she lived near Jeannette's mom. 

I nodded my understanding as Tracy talked. 

Jeannette claimed my other ear. "Can you make sure Rachel gets home?" She lives south of us, close to the Tech Center." She grinned, I thought a bit wistfully. 

"Of course. I doubt she needs the help, though!"

Jeannette laughed. "Oh, you might be surprised! Besides, you wound up rescuing me last week - only fair if it's her turn this week!"

I was a bit confused. "I thought I 'rescued' her from the sorta ex last week?" 

Jeannette and Tracy both laughed. Jeannette kept going, "Well, that was a good start, but I'm sure she'd love the finish." She chuckled and started to nuzzle my ear and neck. "And maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but if you do, she likes it a little rough. Don't tell her I told you, though."

My face must have given away my surprise at Jeannette's words, because Tracy laughed and rubbed her body up against mine, murmuring into my ear "Maybe next time . . . "

I got the message - at least, I think I did. "Don't worry - I'll take care of her. You go take care of Brandon, and I'll see you tomorrow."

I turned to Tracy, and pulled her head into mine, planting my lips on hers briefly before moving to her ear. "Maybe next time indeed . . . " And as I said it, I let my hand casually graze her breast as I moved it to her ass, giving it a quick squeeze. She just smiled.

"Oh, and let Rachel know what happened?" This from Jeannette.

"You bet." I leaned down and kissed her. "Go on - take care of Brandon - let me know if you need any help tomorrow."

"I will. And thanks!" And with that, she and Tracy headed to the door and were gone. 

OK, then! I got up and started moving to the dance floor, looking for Rachel. I found her dancing with a different guy, again looking like she was having fun but not touching. I moved in and motioned to Rachel to come over to the table. She nodded, gave a smiling nod to the guy she'd been dancing with, and followed me over.

"Oh, thank god - he was starting to get a little too friendly!" Rachel still looked great, her face showing a slight sheen of sweat. 

"Ah! I didn't see it, but glad to help. Jeannette and Tracy had to head out - Jeannette's son got sick at her mom's and Tracy was going to drive her over there and head home. So it's just us - let me know when you want to head out and I'll get a cab."

Rachel was both concerned for Brandon, who she knew, and excited. "I hope he's OK!" she had to almost yell into my ear. 

"I'm sure he will be - sounds like a 24 hour stomach bug. No fun when you have it, but not something that sticks around."

I looked down at our table - both our drinks were empty. "Want another drink?"

She smiled. "I'd love one. And a water, if they have that here," she said with a wry expression. 

"I'll be right back!" And I headed off to the bar, with Rachel watching. As I made my way, I saw a guy who looked . . . familiar. I couldn't place him - it was one of those sightings where you know you've seen someone before, but just can't quite pin down where. Oh well!

At the bar, I picked up our drinks and two waters - Rachel had the right idea there - and headed back to our table. And was surprised to see another couple there, chatting with Rachel. The guy I gave the automatic once-over to, and instantly put him in the "not a threat" category - my Army training died hard, mainly because it had kept me alive in the past. The woman looked really pretty - dark hair, good figure from what I could see, and seemed to have some Oriental heritage - her eyes had an almond shape, though not very pronounced.

Since the guy was on one side of Rachel and the woman on the other, I slid in next to the woman.

"Hi all! I'm Mark." I introduced myself.

"Mark, this is Steve - we were in the same MBA program." Rachel pivoted from me to Steve as she did, and then back from Steve to me. "Steve, meet Mark - we're both friends with Jeannette." 

I leaned over and said it was nice to meet him.

Rachel continued, "And this is Carol - she's with Steve."

"Nice to meet you, Carol!" I looked at the table. "Can I get you a drink?"

Carol piped up, "Nice to meet you, Mark! That'd be lovely - a Sapphire and tonic with lime for me. Steve?"

Steve, to his credit, said "Oh, I'm happy to get them." 

I shook my head. "Oh, please - I'll be right back. I think the bartender likes me, anyway. Or at least hadn't been offended at how I tip!"

"Oh, sure - but let me get the next round?"

"Deal - what would you like?"

Steve asked for a Manhattan, requesting a mid-level bourbon. 

I walked up to the bar and found a spot, waiting for the bartender to see me. As I was waiting, I felt an arm slip around my back and saw a head of almost jet-black hair, turning and expecting to see Rachel. To my surprise, it was Carol.

"Hi!" she said. "I thought I should come help carry them back - and pay for them. Very nice of you, but you don't need to."

"Oh, no worry - though I accept your offer of help in carrying them back. And Steve can get the next round - or you can."

"Oh, OK." She gave a playful pout. "But then you have to dance with me at least once." 

I gave her a more appraising up and down look. She was very attractive. About 5'6", like Tracy. Nice figure, from what I could see - she was wearing a sky blue dress that was snug but not skin-tight. Really pretty almost black shiny hair, and her face, as I said, had more than a hint of Oriental lineage. 

"That's a condition I can live with! What about . . .?"

She laughed, showing off a set of bright white teeth. "Oh, it's just a date - only the second time we've gone out. And I think I like to dance more than he does - and I saw you dancing with a couple of different women, so . . . "

She hadn't moved her arm from my back, which felt really good, especially as her fingers moved a bit. "Ah! Love to! So how do you know Steve?"

"Oh, we met online - nice guy, fun, but I don't know how it'll go - I think I'm more active than he is. How do you know Rachel? She's gorgeous!"

"Ha - that makes two of you! She's a colleague of my downstairs neighbor, and my neighbor, Rachel, and another woman, Tracy, and I went out last week and decided to repeat it this week. Jeannette, my neighbor, had to leave to take care of her son who got sick, and Tracy was the ride."





Don't Start What You Can't Finish Ch. 02



"I see. So it's only the second time you've been out with Rachel, too?"

I had to laugh. "Yep, and first time we've actually been out without Jeannette and Tracy. So what do you do when you're not online dating?"

"Oh, nothing shady - it keeps me entertained."

"Aha - doctor?"

She looked like I'd read her mind. "How'd you guess?"

"I went out with one a while back, and that was how she described it. Sorry - I should have said something like 'my spies are everywhere' but that would have just been creepy."

"Oh, no problem - I don't creep out THAT easily! If I did, I'd never be here. How about you?"

"Oh, take a guess!"

"Hmmmm . . . not a doc."

"Nope. But I do have a doctoral degree."

"Professor?"

I shook my head. "That's two! One more!"

"Ooh, what do I win if I guess?"

"Good question - how about a second dance?"

"Good. Now I need a hint." She smiled and batted her eyes at me in that classic over the top way women have. 

"Well . . . let's just say it starts with the letter 'c." I didn't want to make it TOO easy.

"Consultant?" She wondered aloud.

"Close enough - I usually describe it that way. I do foreign policy issue analysis for the DoD part time, and do appellate consulting the rest of the time. Long story - next time. I'm sure Rachel and Steve are wondering what's taking so long."

Her eyes flashed and she smiled. "Here's my card - my cell is on the back."

"Great - here's mine." We swapped cards, picked up the drinks, and headed back. 

Steve and Rachel were just chatting when we got back, and Rachel looked a touch relieved to see us back. 

"Welcome back! Long line?" Rachel asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Line wasn't too bad, but the bartender was a bit behind on things." I took a sip from my drink, drank some of my water, and held my hand out to Rachel. "Dance?"

She stood up with a polite "excuse me" to Steve and Carol, who remained sitting.

"We'll be back!" I said right before Rachel and I headed to the dance floor. I smiled in Carol's direction, and we were off.

"I told them they were welcome to stay at our table, since we have the space - and at least I know Steve. What was Carol like?"

"Oh, nice enough. She's a doc and felt like she should pay for their drinks."

"She seemed nice, but she and Steve don't seem to be that into each other."

"Yep, I'd agree with that!"

We'd made it to the dance floor and started dancing - as well as we could, since the floor was now a crush of people. So it was hard to tell if we were pressed together again because we wanted to be or because of the crowd. Either way, feeling Rachel so close was electric - and grinding into me was having a predictable effect on me. Her hands were now a bit more subtle in their movement, still moving and touching me, but not as overt as before. 

As one song built to a crescendo, our heads came together and I pulled her to me, moving my lips to hers, feeling her tongue start to trace my lips, my tongue meeting hers and we kissed passionately. The song ended and our lips broke apart, our eyes staring at each other, hers sparkling. 

"Mmmmm . . . " she murmured in my ear. 

I felt a bump from behind, and turned to see Carol and Steve, who asked if we'd like to switch. I saw Carol give me a slight smile as Rachel agreed - "Well, maybe for one . . . " she said.

I squeezed Rachel's hand as she and Carol switched places, and murmured in her ear not to get too far away. She gave me a wink, and said "Don't have too much fun!" And then she and Steve were off dancing, melting into the crowd and leaving Carol and me together.

As we started dancing, I slipped my hand around Carol's back, holding her close so no one would cut in. Given how crowded the dance floor was I needn't have bothered - pretty soon we were just part of the crush, our bodies pressed together whether we wanted that or not. As we swayed to the music and the crowd, Carol reached up and pulled my head to hers, putting her lips to mine. I was a bit surprised, but kissed her back gently and broke away. 

She grinned. "Oh, come on - that was just a granny kiss! Kiss me the way you kissed Rachel. You know you want to, and I'll bet she's kissing Steve right now anyway."

Oddly, that was a turn-on - I reached down and took the back of her neck, pulling her to me and crushing her lips to mine, letting my tongue explore her lower lip, feeling her body reacting, her lips on mine, her tongue finding mine and starting a delicate dance. She wasn't as forceful as Rachel, but we found a rhythm and kissed passionately as we danced. My hands wandered down her sides, making her shiver a bit, and I found her ass, exploring, reveling in how taut and well-muscled it was. 

Our lips parted, and we were both a bit surprised at how much passion had been in that kiss. Our eyes were shining, and I just mouthed "wow" to her. She nodded, pulling my groin to hers and rubbing me hard. I think if there had been room I'd have taken her right there. 

The song ended, and she said into my ear "OK, that's one dance! When's the next one?"

"I'm free next weekend . . . " I breathed into her ear. 

"Good, so am I. Pick me up Friday at 8?" 

"You're on! Just email or text your address."

And with that, I led her back to the table and went off to find Rachel. I found her dancing with Steve a few inches apart, and not looking thrilled, but not looking miserable either. I tapped Steve on the shoulder and asked if I could have Rachel back. He nodded and stepped away, and as I slipped an arm around Rachel I said that Carol was back at the table. 

"So how was dancing with Steve?"

"Actually, not bad - he's a pretty good dancer. Not a good kisser, though. How about Carol?"

"Better at dancing than I am, and actually a pretty good kisser." 

"Really? Wish I'd seen it." 

"Well, we could always swap back so you could, but I think I'd rather just stay with the woman who buckled my knees." 

She gave me a radiant smile. "Seriously?"

"Yep. I'll show you." And I leaned down to kiss her hard, our tongues again meeting, exploring, wandering, dancing . . . "See? Every time we've kissed I've damn near cum." I was a bit surprised at myself that I said it out loud.

Another brilliant smile. "Wow. No one's said that before. Of course, no one's ever made me almost orgasm on a dance floor from a kiss, either . . . " By now, I wasn't surprised to hear her say it - we were just crushing each other's body to our own, and I could feel the heat radiating from her sex, just as she could feel every inch of me pressing against her. 

"What time is it, anyway?" she managed to ask. 

I had no idea. "No clue. Want to beat the rush for a cab and get a nightcap?"

She gave me a brilliant smile. "I thought you'd never ask."

"Let me go close the tab and I'll meet you at the table."

"K."

As I headed to the bar, I saw a familiar coiff of almost black hair. "Hi there! We're headed back - want to beat the cab rush. Having fun?"

Carol looked back at me with an almost wistful look. "Way more with you! Friday at 8 still?"

"Wouldn't miss that - we owe each other another dance, after all."

She reached up and kissed me hard, almost as hard as Rachel could. "Text me this week?" 

"You bet." And we parted, with a tantalizing promise of Friday. 

I found Rachel back at the table, having exchanged pleasantries with Steve. We made our way to the door, and the valet waved a cab forward for us. 

"Whew! That was great!" Rachel smiled. "But a little hot dancing!"

"Yeah, no kidding! OK, out, or in for a nightcap?" 

Rachel smiled. "I think I'd prefer 'in.' You?"

"Sounds good to me." I gave the driver my address and he started driving - at a breakneck pace. The driver took a turn at speed, and Rachel wound up in my lap as I reached out to hold her in place - she'd been taking off her heels. My hand retained the memory of a glorious breast, and she moved to lean against me as our driver raced to get to my apartment - probably so he could make it back in time to make another club run. 

Rachel leaned into me as we drove, and turned her head to murmur into my ear. "This feels great. Thanks for watching out for me - the ex has been less and less of a problem recently, but it's really nice knowing people have my back."

"Oh, happy to help. But just so you know, 'rescuing' you is darn hard work!" I couldn't help but chuckle a little as I said it.

"Oh, I'm sure. I can be over the top sometimes."

"Ha! Can't we all?"

"I suppose. Just seems like I'm harder on people than most."

"Well, put all that away and let's just have a good time."

She turned and kissed me lightly, mindful of our race-car-driver inspired cabbie. 

We got home right about then, and I gave her a quick kiss as I broke away to pay the cab. I ran around and opened the door for her, giving an exaggerated bow as I did, earning a laugh from her. I took her hand and led her inside and up the stairs to my door, managing to unlock and open the door with just my right hand - my left still holding hers. We walked in, and I was very glad I had cleaned before leaving.

Rachel stood just inside the door for a minute, looking around. I had the same floor plan as Jeannette did, but being on the second floor meant I had vaulted ceilings and a pair of skylights, which let lightning from the thundershowers we had flash through. 

"Feel free to take off your heels - they look fabulous, but you probably don't need them here - I really DO own a vacuum!"

She chuckled and took off her heels. She was still pretty tall, and she looked just a bit on the tired side - we had been dancing pretty hard, and all the grinding and sexual tension took a lot of energy.

"What can I get you? Cocktail, single malt . . .?"

"Could you make a vodka tonic? And water would be great." 

"Sure." I led her to the sofa. "Have a seat, and I'll be right back."

I mixed a pair of vodka tonics with lime, and got a couple bottles of water. I sat down next to her, handed her a drink, and clinked her glass. 

She looked at me thoughtfully, took a sip, and smiled. "Mmmmm. That's good! Finlandia?"

"Yep, how did you know? Did you watch?" I was impressed - vodka to me tastes mostly the same. 

"Nope, I'm just a vodka nerd. And I like Finlandia, so I have a pretty good idea of what it tastes like even when it's mixed." 

She got a sparkle in her eye, and picked up her drink, taking a healthy pull on it before turning to me and putting her lips on mine. I took the hint and opened my mouth, letting her transfer some of her drink to me, letting it swish around a bit before swallowing as her tongue found mine again and we kissed. She broke free for a second and asked, "Could you taste a hint of potato in it?"

I had to shake my head. She smiled and took another sip, again leaning forward to me and letting me taste again. "How about that time?" 

"Well, maybe a little . . . " I said, laughing and getting turned on.

She took another smaller sip, and reached up to kiss me again. This time I didn't let her go, tasting her more and more and not caring about the vodka. I moved my hand to her face and held her there as I kissed her harder, my tongue playing with hers, exploring her lips and mouth. I let my hand drop from her face as she responded and start to trace down her side, and felt her move so she was more facing me. I let my hand move down her arm, down her side to her waist, lightly trailing my fingers down her leg.

Rachel moaned softly and moved her lips to my neck, kissing her way to my ear and nibbling it softly before kissing her way back to my mouth. My fingers strayed across her breast, and I felt her start just a bit as I made contact. Our mouths met hungrily and we kissed aggressively. I moved my hand back to her breast, cupping and squeezing it as I felt her hand trace across my engorged groin, drawing a brief moan from me. 

I started to stand up, pulling her with me, our lips still locked together. I broke away from her lips (why?) and turned her around with my hands on her hips, pulling her delectable ass against my by-now rock hard groin. I steered her to my room, reveling in the feel of my cock straining against her beautiful ass and the soft sound of her dress moving.

We reached my room, and she started to turn around only to have me hold her in place. I started kissing her neck, moving up to her ear, nibbling at first and then biting a little harder, feeling her excitement grow the harder I bit down. I moved my hands up from her hips, across her stomach, up to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them together, feeling her moan and stiffen as I squeezed. I could feel her nipples stiffening as I squeezed her, softly at first and then harder. And she was forcefully grinding her ass against my cock, which had the predictable result of driving me crazy. 

As I was kissing her neck and biting on her ear, she wrapped one arm around my hip and pulled me into her. She couldn't get much strength into it - bad angle - but her touch was electric. I gave her breasts another hard squeeze and then found the zipper on the front of her dress - it wasn't hard, since it was oversized. I pulled down on it slowly but firmly, reveling in the sound. I felt the zipper reach the end of its travel and pulled it down, feeling her dress separate across the front and her breasts spilling out of the mini-bra that was built into the dress. 

I pulled the dress out from between us and dropped it on the floor with one hand, while my other hand reached for her exposed breasts and nipples and began to caress and squeeze them again. I felt her breathing quickly, and she stood almost naked in front of me, her beautiful skin against my shirt, which I quickly undid and dropped on the floor in a heap. I rubbed my chest against her back, luxuriating in her soft skin, feeling her still grinding against me, her hand searching for a way to undo my jeans. I guided her hand to the top button and she managed to undo it from behind, then ripping the button fly open and pushing my jeans down with her one hand.

I put one hand on her hip to keep her in the same position and kicked off my jeans, feeling her hook her fingers in the waistband of my bikini briefs and pulling them down. I let her get as far as she could and then stepped out of them, leaving me naked and her in just her mesh thigh-high stockings. My cock was straining against her back, and I felt her push back again.

"Mmmmm . . . what a nice cock you have . . . " she murmured, her head on my shoulder so she could talk in my ear. I crushed her back to my chest, taking her gorgeous breasts in my hands to pull her against me, crushing her nipples and making her gasp. Her hips were gyrating against mine, moving my cock against her ass. I dipped my knees, letting my cock fall between her legs, pointing up to her sex. 

I felt slim fingers reaching between her legs, touching my cock, cupping it, moving it to slide along her slit. I could feel heat radiating from her, and feel her juices coating the top of my cock. She started to try to turn around, but I held her firmly in place. She rubbed my cock against her harder, and tried again. I remembered back to what Jeannette had whispered to me and took one hand away from playing with her nipples and tits and put the palm on her ass, just barely slapping it from an inch away. 

I swear I felt her buck against me, and she moaned something that sounded positive. She tried to turn again, and this time I slapped her ass cheek from a little bit farther out, and a little bit harder. No mistaking her reaction - she groaned "yes" and her fingers grasped my cock more tightly as her body stiffened. 

My cock was by now coated with a mixture of her juices and my own precum, her hand guiding it up and down her thoroughly drenched slit, only ending by bumping up against her firm clit and getting perilously close to slipping into her love tunnel. I decided to up the ante, and crushed her nipple in one hand as I slapped her ass again, again from farther away and harder. She groaned "unnnhhhhhh . . . yes! Harder!" as my palm smacked against that gorgeous ass again. 

I growled into her ear, "Oh, you like that? You like it a little rough?"

She wiggled her ass against me and tried to steer my cock into her. I moved both hands to her nipples, squeezing them as hard as I dared, feeling her knees buckle slightly and she moaned loudly as her hand squeezed my cock and tried again to get inside her. I took a hand away from her gorgeous tit and slapped her other ass cheek hard, leaving a slight pink mark. "YES! Like that . . . " she growled back at me.

I smacked her ass again, almost as hard as I could, while again crushing her opposite nipple as hard as I dared, and I felt her body starting to quiver as she moaned "unnnnhhhhhhh . . . " again. 

Her hand was still trying to maneuver my cock into her, and I dropped my hand to her stomach while taking hold of my cock with my other, lining up with her literally dripping cunt. And without the slightest hint, I impaled Rachel on my stiff rod, feeling her pussy squeezing me hard, her juices flowing over me as I rammed my cock deep into her, one hand on her hip, holding her where I wanted her, while my other alternated between playing with her gorgeous tits and slapping her ass. I felt the tip of my cock sliding into Rachel's glorious body, my nerve endings on fire as I entered her and felt all of her depth.

We both grunted loudly as I impaled her, and I started to pump into her as hard as I could, finding the end of her pussy and feeling her start to curl just a bit as my cock bottomed out. She started to pump with me, trying to get every inch possible into her, all while growling at me to spank her harder and to crush her nipples, to take her tits, to make them mine. 

I started to push her down and forward onto the bed - all that standing had taken a toll. She wound up flat on her stomach, still impaled by my rod, and she moved up to give us more room. I grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her up to all fours, letting me access those beautiful tits again and also allowing me a lot more power as I thrust in and out of her in blind lust. I could feel my balls filling and knew I wouldn't last long - it was a good thing I could feel her starting to quake from deep inside. 

Rachel started screaming, "YES! Mark! Fuck me! Harder! Squeeze my tits harder - damn it, harder! YESSSS . . . Spank me - I know you can hit me harder than that! UNNNNHHHHHH OOHHHH YEAHHHH" and on she went, tipping me over the edge. I felt the head of my cock start to mushroom and felt cum start racing down my shaft, and I clawed her back with my fingers.

"I'M GONNA CUM . . . UNNNNHHHHHHH . . . " and I lost control, erupting deep in Rachel's steaming tight cunt, spurting white ropes of semen deep insider her, my seed splashing in her fertile tunnel, painting her white. And as I erupted, my hands contracted and I clawed red furrows down her back as I arched my back to every possible millimeter of penetration. 

As she felt me cumming, and my nails digging into her back, her orgasm claimed her. She gave an inarticulate shriek and I felt her cunt pulsing on my cock, milking it for every last drop, each squeeze stronger than the last and almost painful. I felt a rush of fluid on my groin and down my legs, and I collapsed on top of her, driving her flat, still impaled by my rigid rod, still trying to send just a little more cum into her glorious love tunnel. 

I lay on top of her, my entire body shaking, and I slowly came back to earth. I felt her under me also shaking, and was finally able to move a hand up to her head, brushing that beautiful almost black hair away from her face, planting a kiss on her cheekbone. She opened her eyes and took in a deep breath, her arms straight out above her head, looking for all the world like a beautiful diver captured in mid-air right before slipping into the water. 




Don't Start What You Can't Finish



She smiled her thanks. "Whew! Thanks. Great time - how about you?"

I nodded - "That was a lot of fun - we should do that again!"

She stepped inside her door, and motioned for me to follow. "Yes we should. Come on in and join me for a nightcap - I'm way too wired to sleep."

"Sure, sounds good." I walked in and she closed and locked the door, dropping her hat on a table in the hallway. She made her way to the kitchen and opened the cabinet where she kept her liquor. I followed, leaning against the island in the kitchen. 

"Let's see - I've got Grand Marnier, Irish Cream, gin and tonic . . . "

I was feeling parched - "How about just water?" 

She turned, laughed a little bit, and agreed. "That's exactly what I need! Glad we thought of it."

We both got glasses of water and made our way to her couch, sitting close to each other but not quite touching. "That was a great time, but wow am I going to be stiff tomorrow!" she said. "Those boots are not made for walking, let alone dancing."

I laughed. "Well, they look fabulous!" I reached down - "Here, let's get them off."

She leaned back on the couch and moved her leg so I could undo the buckle. I undid it and slid the boot off her leg, my hand rubbing along the back of her calf as I slid it off. "Mmmmm . . . that felt good," she sighed as it came off her leg and foot.

"Not very comfortable?"

"No, my calf is sore and running your hand down it felt good. Here, can you get the other one?" She put her other leg up and I undid her other boot, this time intentionally letting my hand rub her calf. "Oh, that is good!"

I took the hint, and held her calf in one hand while I put her boot down with the other. Then I ran my hand back up the back of her calf, and then down again. I felt her relax, and started to massage her calf, working my way down to her foot and back up. I'd taken a serious massage class in the past, so I at least had a clue what to do. She sank back on the couch. "Wow, that's great. I didn't know I was so stiff. You're hired, by the way."

She moved her other leg so both were now resting on my thighs, and I switched to her other leg and foot, massaging firmly enough that it wasn't suggestive but enough to help with stiffness. I reached down for my glass and drained it, moving down to massage her feet without ticking them. I worked on her feet for a bit and then felt her swing her legs off me and turn so her back was now to me.

"Could I talk you into doing that on my neck and shoulders? I'm happy to return the favor - that feels amazing."

"Sure. That a good spot for you?" She nodded, and I started to massage her shoulders, using my thumbs to dig in to the side of her neck, working up to the fringe of her hair and back down. I worked up and down her neck and across her shoulders, feeling her sigh as my fingers dug in. It was a nice time - relaxing, friendly, and very stimulating to me to be touching her. I started to gently massage her scalp, just letting my fingers drift through her hair. As I said before, she had shoulder length dirty blonde hair, what I didn't say, because I didn't know, was how soft and thick it was. It felt great.

I let my fingernails just graze her scalp as my hands went up and down - one of my favorite sensations even if it was far more sensual than I had intended. I felt her breathing deeply as my fingers just grazed her scalp, down her neck, and along her spine, then moving around her sides before reversing and going back up to her hair. I felt her stiffen as my hands approached her stomach and relax as I reversed. All the while, she'd let out little sighs of contentment, mixed in with "mmmm . . . "

Taking the hint, at least what I thought (hoped?) was a hint, the next time up her spine, I let my fingers graze over her ears, causing her to gasp just a little bit. That trip down, I started moving my hands around her a little bit higher than before, and a little higher the next time, slowly approaching the bottom of her breasts. Each time, I went a little farther around, until my fingers met in the center of her body, feeling her breathe in sharply.

My fingers traced back around and up her spine, up her neck, into her hair, fanning out to stroke her scalp, grazing her ears on the way down. This time, I started moving around when I felt the bottom of her bra strap, slowly moving around, reaching the sides of her breasts, feeling her squirm just a little bit as I withdrew, starting the ascent of her back again. Downwards again, and again moving around just a bit higher, lightly following her bra to the middle level of her breasts, then retreating and continuing up her back. 

All this time I could feel her breathing quicken, while she kept up a slow commentary of contentment. The next time around, I let my fingers just graze the side of her nipples, hard erect and straining against her bra. I felt her sharp intake of breath, and felt her reach behind her, finding and holding my head, pulling my ear to her mouth.

"Don't start something you can't finish . . . " she breathed into my ear. In response, I let my fingers trace around to her front, grazing her nipples again, and then closing two fingers on each nipple, squeezing them both just a bit, my other fingers below her nipples caressing the lower side of her breasts. She gasped out loud, and then turned her head, turning mine to her and her lips found mine, grazing, pushing, kissing. Slowly we kissed, our lips parting, moving together, and I felt her tongue seeking mine, exploring my lips, pulling my head closer to her as I massaged her nipples through her blouse and bra. 

She arched her back, driving herself back onto me, keeping our lips and tongues together. I moved my hands to fully hold her full breasts, squeezing them, still playing with her nipples through her blouse and bra. She kept kissing me, urgently, and I felt her other hand cover one of mine, squeezing it on her breast, harder and harder. My other hand moved to her top button, feeling another sharp intake of breath as I undid the top button, and then the second, reaching in under her blouse, under the thin bra to touch her nipple directly.

She let out a low moan as my fingers touched her breast, making their way to her aureole, stopping to caress it, moving to her firm, large nipple, tweaking it slowly, gently. Our tongues intertwined as we kissed, and I felt her twist her body slightly with her back still arched, her hand moving to mine and squeezing it hard over her breast. I released her breast and let my one hand wander her body, down her side, back up, across her stomach, teasing at where I figured her bikini line must be, tracing over to her side, down her thigh, and then back up, drifting closer to her sex, her hand still firmly holding my head in place as we kissed.

I started to turn my body, holding her head and neck with one hand as I lowered her to the couch, our lips and tongues still intertwined. With my other hand, I slowly undid the last few buttons holding her blouse together, flicking my fingers over her erect nipples, straining to escape the black satin bra she was wearing, reaching in to free one of her nipples, rolling it slowly between my fingers. 

Hungrily, I broke our kiss and started to kiss and lick and nibble my way down her neck, along her collarbone, down her chest, along the top side of her breast, noting the slight salt taste from sweat and feeling her vibrating underneath me. 

When I reached her nipple, I let my tongue roll around the aureole before taking her whole breast in my mouth, sucking as hard as I could and swirling her nipple with my tongue. She gasped out loud and her head lolled back before lifting it and starting to watch as I sucked and nibbled and licked and blew on her breast, alternating from soft to hard. Her eyes were on fire as I sucked on her breast, and I moved my hand around her back, exploring, reaching her bra clasp and undoing it in one swift motion, moving back around to lift her bra from her, freeing her breasts so I could start on the one I hadn't been able to suck yet. 

Her hands, in turn, reached to me, clawing, grabbing, getting hold of my shirt and pulling it up, up, over my head, off my arms, dropping it on the floor, pulling me to her mouth, feeling her kiss and lick my chest and neck as I moved back to keep sucking on her beautiful breasts. I moaned as she kissed and licked me, starting when she gently bit down on my nipple as she passed it. I ran my fingers around the top of her skirt, finding the tiny zipper on the side, tugging it free, then slowly, forcefully, lowering it, all while playing with and sucking her gorgeous tits. 

She arched her back again, and I slowly tugged her skirt down as she lay on the couch, absolutely overcome with lust. Her skirt came off and she lay before me with nothing but a tiny black thong still on, her eyes on fire as I moved down to kiss her, hard. I felt her hands at my sides, then my waist, felt her reaching for and unbuckling my belt, reaching for the buttons on my jeans, ripping them open, her hand snaking inside to explore, finding my enormous erection, gripping, squeezing as I moaned in turn. Her hand moved, pulling insistently on my jeans, pushing them downwards and I moved to help, finally kicking them off and leaving me in nothing but a pair of bikini briefs straining and failing to hold my cock. 

I half-knelt, half-lay next to her, my mouth crushing hers with a passionate kiss that was equally met by her. My one hand took a full breast in it and squeezed, and moved my mouth to her other breast, sucking it hard before starting to kiss and lick my way down her flat, smooth abdomen, moving from one side to the other, drifting ever lower, closer and closer to her thong line.

When I reached it, I took a bit in my mouth and rolled it, groaning in pleasure and feeling Jeannette squirming in pleasure, her breasts rolling until I reached up with one hand and grabbed them both, squeezing them together, crushing her nipples as I could. I let my tongue dance under the thong, moving to her center, noticing the lack of pubic hair, pushing my tongue further down, her scent and taste driving me absolutely insane. I licked around the tiny triangle of fabric covering her sex, wandering down to the inside of her thighs and back up, spreading her legs and inhaling her intoxicating scent. My tongue flicked all around her before I licked right down the center of that little triangular piece of cloth. I felt her squirm, trying to push herself onto my mouth, her hands trying to grab my head and to pull my mouth onto her. I moved back to the top of the thong and, taking it in my mouth, started to tug downwards. 

She arched her back, giving me a better chance to get the thong off. Slowly, inch by inch, I dragged it down to her feet with nothing but my mouth, finally pulling it over her feet and dropping it on the end of the couch. 

I started to kiss my way up her legs before detouring to her feet, kissing each of her toes before sucking three of them into my mouth without warning. I felt her writhe as I sucked and then let go, blowing cool air over them, then moving to kiss my way up her the inside of her legs, her scent overpowering any restraint I might have had. I reached her hip, and slowly started to lick my way to her center, one hand back on her glorious breast, swirling and alternately squeezing her nipple. 

She was moaning out loud now, her sounds and scent overpowering me. I kissed the inside of her thighs on both sides, and teased her with my tongue as I took in the beautiful pink and red flower before me. I felt her squirm again and used the hand I'd been using to work her breasts over to press her down firmly as I moved in to taste her. My tongue just glanced over her folds at first, tantalizing her clit as I moved up and then back down. I'd read once that men should go half as hard and a quarter as quickly as they think - and it was definitely true here. 

I slowly lapped her folds with my tongue, exploring, caressing, inhaling deeply. I started to more firmly tongue her, tasting her juices, feeling her quiver as I played with her with my tongue. I let one of my fingers join in, tracing around her lips, teasing her hooded clit, slowly sliding up to her clit, lightly pressing, then sliding one finger, then two, inside her, slowly exploring. 

Meanwhile, I let my mouth suck her clit, softly at first, and then harder. I felt her squirming harder and she started to shake as an orgasm built. My fingers were bathed in the succulent juices in her pussy, and my fingers reached that rough patch that signified her g spot. I massaged it with my fingers as I sucked harder and harder on her clit, her juices dribbling over my fingers as her whole body tensed. I slowed my movements, and moved slightly so I could crush her nipple, suck on her clit, and finger her magic spot at the same time. Then, without a hint of what I was about to do, I hit all three at the same time, hard. It was like an electric shock - I felt her convulse on my fingers, and her building orgasm exploded over her - her pussy convulsed on my fingers, almost painfully, and she forced her clit into my mouth even further, at the same time that her hand found mine and squeezed it over her nipple far harder than I had done.

Her whole body was shaking, and she let out a scream as she was overcome, her eyes unseeing as they rolled back in her head. I felt a spurt of fluid on my chin, and saw her spurting as she came. I tried to move to catch it, but just missed and had to settle for cleaning her up with my tongue, extending her orgasm as my mouth sucked greedily on her labia and tongued her pussy. Her orgasm went on for what seemed like forever, as she lay twitching, her chest heaving as she gulped in air. I slowed my mouth and fingers, and started to work my way back up her body, covered in a light sheen of sweat. I stopped to nibble and tease her nipples just a bit before kissing her lightly on her lips, letting her recover. 

Our water glasses remained on the coffee table - both empty. I got up slowly and refilled them, walking back to the couch and draining mine again - 32 ounces of water and I still needed more! I put them back on the coffee table, and started to kneel next to her.

Jeannette lay before me completely nude, her gorgeous body shimmering in the moonlight coming in through the windows. As I moved back towards her, she reached up for me and moved me to where she had been. She leaned down to kiss me hard on the lips, her erect nipples brushing over my chest, before slowly starting to kiss her way down my chest, nibbling here, biting down on my nipples, licking her way down. She reached my stomach and started to slowly circle it with her mouth, one hand still playing with my nipple, which felt incredible - that was not something I'd not had done to me much. 

As she kissed and licked her way down, she locked her eyes on mine, and there was pure lust in both of our eyes. She reached my groin, and returned the favor of hitting the inside of my thighs before moving back up and licking all around my enormous erect cock. As she worked, the tip worked its way out of my bikini briefs, and I felt her breath on it as she worked around it, teasing, teasing with her tongue and breath before letting her tongue just graze it, making me moan and arch my back as I felt her. 

We locked eyes again and I watched as took the edge of my briefs in her mouth and tugged downward. I let her go to it, arching my back so she could get them off. She dragged them down my legs, freeing my swollen cock, and dropped them on top of her thong before kissing and licking her way back up. I felt her breath along my shaft, and just the tiniest hint of her tongue, before feeling her breath on my engorged tip. I felt her mouth move away, and then suddenly I felt her mouth take in the tip of my cock and suck - hard. I almost came instantly, I was so wound up, but was able to hold back as her tongue started to explore. Slowly she started to move me around in her mouth, taking ever more of me into her as she worked, until she had all of me in her. 

If I hadn't been concentrating on not exploding in her mouth, I'd have been impressed - my cock measures about 8 inches long and is pretty stout, to the point that some women couldn't take all of it. Not the biggest around, I know, but apparently bigger than average. Slowly, she started to slide her mouth up until she had just the tip inside, then down until I could feel the back of her throat as she stared at me while she sucked me. 

I reached down and got a handful of beautiful dirty blonde hair and gave a slight pull. When she didn't respond, I tightened my grip and pulled more insistently - hard enough to pull her mouth off my cock (Ohmygod why did I stop that?) and far enough to where her breasts hung above my mouth. Hungrily I started to suck one, then the other, all while I could feel my cock cooling and drying. I started to pull her farther up - I wanted to taste her so badly it hurt - but she resisted, and started to slide back down, lowering her groin to my chest and sliding down until my cock felt the bottom of her gorgeous ass. She stopped, rubbing her nipples on my chest, and leaned down to kiss me hard again.

I felt her move, lifting her ass just a bit, and then felt my cock enveloped by warmth and wet. She had positioned herself so that my cock was now parallel with her dripping sex, and was slowly sliding back and forth, driving both of us wild. I could feel her moaning as my cock stroked her lips and her clit, and I could feel her juices coating me as she slid back and forth. That was it - I had to take her. I moved an arm up to her side and started to roll her over, feeling her resist, pushing harder, commanding, feeling her relax and start to roll over to her back, our mouths urgently locked together, her nipples still pressing against and rubbing on my chest. 

We broke our kiss as we rolled over, and I knelt in front of her, my cock swollen beyond its normal size, laying on top of her dripping slit, her eyes urging me on. I let my cock slide back and forth a couple more times, reveling in how wet she was and how hard I was, before positioning the top right on top of her clit. I pushed upward, hard, and heard her gasp as the head of my cock pushed over her clit and my shaft slid by her lips. I repeated the motion, feeling her gasp each time, and knowing I wouldn't last long if I kept it up.

I moved my tip to her slit and explored, feeling her folds, finding her sensitive spots, teasing, teasing. She kept trying to pull me into her with her hands on my hips, and I waited until she relented. I locked eyes with her and without any warning drove my entire cock into her drenched cunt, spreading her walls as my cock entered her, feeling how hot and tight and wet she was. We both gasped as I rammed into her, hitting her cervix, pushing it aside, bottoming out inside her, filling her entire cunt with my rock hard cock. I had never wanted anyone as much I wanted her that instant, and I stayed deep inside her as our eyes stayed locked together. I could feel her muscles tightening and relaxing, massaging my cock as I impaled her, making tiny motions as we both luxuriated in the feeling. 

Slowly, I started to let myself slide out until my tip was almost visible and just hidden in her folds. Jeannette reached down to my hips and slowly pulled me all the way back into her, grunting slightly as my cock hit and pushed aside her cervix. After a moment, she started pushing my hips back, making me slide out of her with a pop before quickly pulling me back inside her, all while our eyes stayed locked on each other. 

As she held me deep inside her, she whispered in my ear "Let's move - this couch isn't made for this . . . " 

I let her slide me out of her, my raging cock aching, and as she got up off the couch I turned her around and crushed her to me, feeling her breasts pressing against me, my cock pressing against her, her pussy dripping, aching. I had an idea - I turned her around and bent her over, my cock between her legs, and bent my legs. Guiding my cock with one hand while I held her with the other, I slid my cock back inside her, to her glorious feeling tight pussy, impaling her on my shaft. I felt her stiffen and try to straighten up, but I held her down and started to shuffle to her room. She figured out what I was trying to do, and reached behind to hold me tight against her as we shuffled down the hall to her room, her impaled pussy massaging my cock the whole way. 




Don't Start What You Can't Finish



We reached her bed, and she almost collapsed on it face first, just being able to sweep the covers down. I let my cock slide out of her for a moment as we climbed up onto her bed, her face-down, and as she lay face down I slid my cock back inside her, making her moan once again as I started to ride her, grabbing her hair and bottoming my cock out deep inside that gloriously tight, wet, hot cunt. I felt her start to move, and she pushed herself up to her hands and knees. I saw her turn her head and we locked eyes again, and I saw her mouth move. "Fuck me," was all she said.

Oh my god. I grabbed on to her hips and started to slam into her, pulling myself almost all the way out of her before slamming my cock into her over and over. I felt her shuddering as I rode her, and knew she was oh so close to orgasm - just as I was.

I buried myself in her one more time before pulling out of her and rolling her over - slightly roughly, I have to admit. I reached down and spread her legs wide, marveling at how beautiful she looked and at how huge my cock she made my cock - she had an amazing effect on me. She looked up at me and smiled, mouthing "Fuck me" one more time. I lined up my cock with her dripping cunt and pounded into her, feeling her nails raking my back and then digging in, hard, as she moved her hips in response to my thrusting, trying to get us to slam together as hard and deeply as possible. I let myself go and just pounded in and out of her, my hands crushing her breasts and nipples, for what seemed like an instant before deciding to change position - if only to stop me from exploding inside her right then. It occurred to me for a split second that we were both completely unprotected before the luxurious feel of her sheath drove all conscious thought away.

Then, I moved one of my legs so her right leg was between both of mine - changing the angle my cock was pounding into her. Her eyes flared as I fucked her as hard as I'd ever fucked anyone, watching as her eyes lost some focus and her body started to quiver and then shake. I moved her other leg around me, so she was almost on her side, and then drove my cock back inside her, pushing off her footboard for more leverage, seeing her eyes almost pop out of her head at this different angle - one that allowed the deepest penetration possible. I heard her gulping air as we fucked, and then felt her start to shake from deep within her as her eyes glazed over.

I felt her pussy start to spasm on me as she screamed out as her orgasm consumed her, my cock impaling her deeper than she'd ever been fucked before, her glorious tits swaying under the assault of my fingers, her mouth open, shouting out her orgasm, her cunt spasming uncontrollably on my cock. I felt the tip of my cock start to mushroom deep inside her, and knew I was gone. As her cunt spasmed again on my cock, I was overcome and shouted out as I exploded into her. Pulse after pulse of white-hot cum shot out from my cock deep in her womb, my seed splashing against the slippery walls of the far reaches of her pussy. With each spurt I could feel her cunt contracting hard on my cock, milking it for yet another spurt in a seeming never-ending cycle, and as I filled her with my hot seed I felt her let go and squirt fluid all over us.

We both finally came down, and I moved her leg so I could collapse on top of her, utterly spent, still buried deep inside her, her hands dug in hard to my back, her nails having drawn blood in the throes of our passion. We lay together shaking, as the aftershocks went on seemingly forever. When they finally subsided somewhat, she moved her hands to my head and brought it to her to kiss me. We kissed passionately but gently as we lay quietly together, completely consumed.

At some point, we actually did uncouple, eliciting moans from both of us and unleashing a further flood of our combined fluids. She tugged me over to her side and we nestled our bodies together, utterly spent. 

Jeannette did have one thing to say before we drifted off - "What took us so long?"

I think I muttered "I have no idea . . . " as the sun started filling her room with golden light.

We wound up, inevitably, spooning, one of my hands holding firmly to her breast, our legs bent upwards and nestled in each other. It was a good thing the central air units worked well or we'd have evaporated, as she had pulled up a sheet and comforter to cover us. We dozed off - collapsed, really - and I had no idea how much time had gone by when I popped awake. It took me a second to realize where I was, and whose large, firm breast I was holding in my right hand. As my brain flashed into overdrive at the memories of the night before, my body did what any active, straight man's would do when spooned with a beautiful nude woman - I got incredibly hard in about a half a second.

For better or worse, my cock was now pressed firmly between her well-muscled butt, and she couldn't help but notice it. I felt her stir and move her top leg forward a bit, while pushing her butt against me while making an "mmmmmm . . . " sound. My blood was roaring, and I could feel her pushing back on me harder and harder. I slipped down her body just enough to let my cock get between her legs, sliding and pressing against her sex, and as I did her volume went up. At the same time, she put her hand on top of the hand I had on her breast and squeezed, then relaxed, then squeezed again.

I moved down just a little bit further, so my tip was now rubbing the length of her sex. I couldn't believe how hard I felt - I mean, I'd been complimented before on how hard I am, but this felt like it went way beyond anything I'd experienced before. I slid my tip along her, feeling her coat the head of my cock with her nectar, and then slowly put just my tip inside her. I felt her sharp intake of breath, and moved forward, letting another inch enter her. Her breathing was heavy now, and her hand was now squeezing mine on her breast even harder. 

Slowly, I pushed further into her until about half of my engorged cock was buried in her drenched cunt. She was panting now, and I couldn't believe how hard she had me squeezing her breast and nipple. I stopped about halfway inside her, and just held there, reveling in the feel of her pussy pulsing on my cock. I started to pull back, coming almost all the way out of her, before slowly sliding back into her so I was about three quarters of the way in. She was wriggling her hips, trying to bury me fully in her, but I didn't let her. I could feel her starting to quake as her orgasm built, and slowly withdrew until just my tip was inside. I stayed there for a just a few seconds, before again slowly sliding my engorged cock back inside her glorious - really, it's the right descriptor - cunt, this time slowly penetrating her until my head met her cervix, making her flinch. I pushed in further, moving her cervix aside, until I was completely buried in her, my balls flush with her sex. I held myself there, feeling my own orgasm building, and then started to slowly pump in and out of her, bottoming out each time, and enjoying the extra stimulation her cervix gave to my cock as I brushed past it.

She wiggled her hips, and at the same time squeezed and relaxed on my cock. It didn't take much of that before I tipped over, feeling my tip growing, mushrooming inside her and I could feel my explosion building. Jeannette could feel it too, and started squeezing my cock even harder before relaxing, and I could feel her orgasm building.

"I'm going to cum . . .!" I was able to blurt out.

She turned her head so I could see that lovely face, framed by matted dirty blonde hair. "That's right, Mark, cum for me. Give me your cum . . . "

And with that, I lost it, again yelling out as I convulsed inside her, feeling my cum pulsing from deep inside me, down my shaft, erupting out of the tip of my cock, splashing deep in her cunt, mingling with her juices, painting the inside of her womb with ropes of hot, white semen. I don't know how many times I spurted, because I completely lost myself as orgasm claimed me. I was dimly aware of her screaming her orgasm as my cum erupted inside her, her cunt clenching down on my swollen cock, her butt pushing back on me, trying to get me inside just a little deeper.

We lay like that for a while, me kinda sorta on top of her, not quite on her back, not quite on her side. I was shaken - I'd had some absolutely amazing sex before, but never like this. I was literally twitching, still inside her, her aftershocks squeezing and relaxing on me, keeping me hard. We both finally caught our breath, and relaxed at about the same instant. As we relaxed, I slid out of her, letting our combined fluids leak, no - flow, out of her. 

She rolled on her side, facing me now, her hair matted even more, exhausted and invigorated looking at the same time. We locked eyes and just stared at each other for minutes with a mix of wonderment and contentment. 

Jeannette suddenly laughed softly. "Well, that was fucking amazing. If I'd had any idea we'd be that good I'd have jumped you a long time ago. I've never cum that hard in my life."

There's only one thing you can say to that, right? "Me either - that was unreal." All the better that it was absolutely true. Whatever happened, that had been the absolute best sex I'd ever had. 

We lay there just looking at each other for a while, occasionally reaching out to move the other's hair or to just touch. Jeannette giggled - "Wow, is Rachel going to be pissed! She wanted to screw you into the ground so bad last night it hurt. Tracy and I could see her just smoldering."

"Her loss, our gain." Ah! Without meaning to sound like an egomaniac, I had kinda figured that out. What I hadn't figured out was how Rachel thought it would work, since Jeannette lived downstairs and Tracy was all of our rides. Oh well - didn't matter.

Jeannette smiled. "Damn right. But weren't you just a bit curious?"

Uh-oh! "Well, sure - 'rescuing' her was fun, and she is pretty." I was trying to think before I spoke, and after such intense orgasms that's not easy! "And I may sound like an idiot, but I had no idea we'd end up here."

She smiled. "That's OK - I didn't either. At least not until you started massaging my feet. Anyway, it's OK - she is pretty fucking hot. Hell, I'd do her! Usually all she has to do is crush her tits on a guy and nuzzle his neck and he's hers. I've watched her do it."

She looked over at the clock. "Holy shit!" It was 12:30 - we'd been at each other for 10 hours. "I've got to get Brandon at my mom's at 2, and I had a bunch of errands to run. Oh, hell - that was SO worth it."

"Yes it was!" We looked at each other, and it suddenly hit me that we were both wondering where we went from here. "Well, I pick up Ben tomorrow after school - want to get them together and grill something?"

She looked at me with something like relief in her eyes. "That sounds good." She grinned. "And we're headed back to the Rose Friday if you're up for it."

I had to laugh. "Sure. But who is 'we?"

She rolled on top of me, propping herself up. "Oh, you know, me, maybe a couple girls from work . . . " she smiled devilishly. "You might even luck out and have Rachel to 'rescue."

"I think she might have to fend for herself - I seem to be otherwise engaged . . . "

"Oh, no - I might have to see you kiss her again." She winked.

"You saw that? That was a bit awkward, to say the least. Who the hell was that guy?" 

She laughed again, her breasts grazing my chest. Unbidden, my loins began to stir yet again. "Oh, some guy she dated a while back who still wants to get back with her. She's totally not into him. Yep, I watched the whole thing - and it was really hot to see you kiss. Turned me on! I wanted to go drag you into a dark corner - both of you, actually." She wiggled her hips just a bit, feeling me rise up, starting to slide herself over my now fully erect cock.

I started to move my hips a little under her, feeling her legs open and her sex rub on my cock. "Next time, do it," I breathed heavily, feeling her move to put the tip of my cock on the entrance to her pussy. It felt heavenly, having her slide up and down on me, feeling her heat and wetness, knowing my seed was planted deep inside her and would be leaking out of her for days. 

She tilted her hips just a bit - just enough - and the tip of my cock slid into her. "Would you like that? Like to see Rachel naked and sucking my tits while we do this? Think you could keep up with both of us?" she asked, as she slowly rocked on me, slowly taking more and more of me inside her. 

I groaned. "Mmmmm. As long as we're doing this I don't care who watches."

She slid down on my shaft further before coming back up. "Good answer. Would you fuck her if I asked you to?" She was now moving up and down the full length of my cock, but slowly, slowly. It was exquisite.

"Uh . . . I'd really rather not do anything that would screw us up," was the best I could manage. My cock was straining, and I wasn't going to last long.

"It won't. But would you? Would you fuck Rachel if I asked you to?" She was sliding up and down faster now, getting closer herself, helped by my fingers stroking her clit and my hips bucking upward, driving me deeper into her.

"Uh, if you want me to, sure." I could feel myself slowly mushrooming and the cum building again. "Do you really want me to?"

She slowed and stopped, impaled on my cock buried deep inside her, my tip slowly expanding in a giveaway that orgasm was near. She nuzzled my neck and her lips found my ear. "I do. I want you to watch you fuck Rachel's brains out - right after we've fucked each other silly and she's watched us."

"Uhhhh . . . ok, on one condition . . . "

Jeannette started to writhe on top of me, her orgasm closing in on her. "Anything," she breathed.

It was hard to speak, I was so close. "She's gotta know I dance with the one who brung me - and that you're my girl."

She took a deep breath as she worked to hold off orgasm. She moved her head, her lips seeking and finding mine, kissing me hard. "Deal." She raised her hips up and pile drove down on my cock, sending her over the edge into orgasm, taking me with her. Once again I felt streams of cum erupt into her womb and her cunt try to milk my cock for every last drop as she shrieked out in ecstasy. 

We finally came to rest with her still mounted on me, our juices slowly leaking. She shook her head as if to clear it, and looked down at me. "Oh my god. What do you do to me?" She slowly unmounted me, releasing a flood of fluids. "I have GOT to get Brandon. But I should shower first, don't you think?" she asked with a wink. 

"Might be good if he's at your parents. But we're both going to reek of sex for days . . ."

"Mmmmm . . . love that!"

We managed to separate ourselves, and after a brief call to her folks, we showered together, each taking way too long to clean the other. She was vibrant as she drove off to pick him up, leaving me to daydream about what had happened, and of what might happen in the days and nights to come . . .