2 comments/ 38676 views/ 0 favorites Dreams Do Come True By: bandman2000 Being in College can be a great thing, but it can also really drive you nuts. Take me for example. I'm 19, never been fucked and seeing all the lovely twenty-somethings walking around here makes my dick jump so much that my pants are almost bursting sometimes. No other women can make me feel like that except for Julie. Julie's a smoking girl. She's little over 5 feet, maybe 100 lbs, gorgeous face, shoulder length auburn hair, size BB-C breasts and one dynamite ass. I've dreamt about making love to her, and one day it finally happens. About an Hour before our class starts, she walks up to me outside while I'm smoking one of my Camels. She's wearing a tight black pants with the zipper on her backside, tight white shirt with a V neckline and a red half jacket. Needless to say, she was a vision of beauty to me. She asks me, "Will, why are all men so messed up?" "I don't know, I know I'm not messed up, as least not that much. Why do you ask anyways?" "My boyfriend broke up with me for some tall blond bimbo. He said that I'm not beautiful for him anymore." I was shocked. "How dare he!!! You're very beautiful Julie. He doesn't know anything about women, so just forget him. Trust me on this." "Thanks for the pep talk Will, but now what do I do?" "Well…. If this does not offend you, I can say that personally, I think of you as very beautiful and attractive." "Really?" She then starts to take off her jacket and show me more of her lovely cleavage. "You really think of me as gorgeous?" With all the concentration I could muster, I took my eyes off her chest and looked at her sapphire eyes. "I do. I would show you how a man would pleasure a woman and make you forget that idiot of a boyfriend" I'm not believing what's coming out of my mouth! My cock was really going into the stratosphere and my higher brain functions with it. Here was the loveliest woman I've ever met and I'm proposing that I fuck her brains out. What was more shocking was her reply… She said, "Ok stud, let's see how good you are." She smiled as she led me into the building and my mind was racing as to find a place to have some privacy. I saw the teacher's lounge and pulled her in. I locked the door and pulled her towards me. Now with me being a good foot taller than Julie I decided to sit on the couch in the lounge and pulled her to straddle my legs and rock hard member. She sat down and we proceeded to kiss very passionately. Her ruby lips were divine as our tongues intertwined. I caressed her hair and then started to feel the rest of her body. Her back was very shapely and as I proceeded towards her ass, I could feel the electricity from her. I could tell that she hadn't had a man touch her like this in a LONG while and she was definitely enjoying this. As was I. I started to feel her ass through her pants and from what I could feel, she didn't have any panties or thongs on. This revelation made my cock twitch some more. She felt it and chuckled saying, "Hold on Will. How about I get naked first huh?" There was no argument from me. I helped her stand up and she proceeded to undress before my eyes. First the jacket was taken completely off and I saw that her shirt was see-through. Not only that, she didn't seem to have any bra on either. My observations were rewarded and confirmed when she undid her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders exposing her gorgeous Mounds of Heaven. Her nipples were rock hard and sticking out, just begging to be sucked. I pulled her close to me again and stopped her from going farther as I started to suck and play with her nipples and rubbing her breasts. Her moaning started to get throatier while I was enjoying her bountiful harvest. While this was going on, I reached around her with one hand and started to unzip her pants from the zipper over her tight round ass. Her breasts being taken care of, I started my way down with my tongue, licking and tasting her flat stomach meanwhile I started to pull her pants down, exposing her hot wet juicy sex. "Lay down" I said and she complied on the couch. I took her pants off her feet and saw her for the first time completely nude and ready to be fucked, but I knew that this had to last for a bit. I still had to prove to her that men could take care of a woman so I started rubbing her left foot and moved up her leg. Touching her shin, her knee, then her thigh as my mouth and eyes closed in on the Big Prize between her legs and framed with nicely trimmed auburn pubic hair. My fingers made their way to her pussy lips and started rubbing them lightly, with moans of pleasure emanating from Julie in appreciation. After this for a few seconds I started licking the lips and slowly opened them up, exposing one pink pussy. I licked a finger and made her shudder as I penetrated her with my finger while licking her. She started thrashing about on the couch and pushing my face closer to her, as if I wasn't close enough. Whispers of, "Please Will, do it more" and "Lick my pussy baby, make me feel good" just pushed me farther. I slid two then three fingers inside as she started bucking and fucking my fingers. While all this was happening I decided to go farther than I originally thought and shoved a thumb up her tight puckered asshole. She started to scream out for more, but I reminded her to keep quiet so as not to get caught. She took a pillow and smothered her face and screams as I continued playing with her and driving her nuts. Once I was done with this, I pulled my fingers out and started to undo my clothes so I would be nude with her and show off my eight and a half inch cock that was pretty thick too. She marveled at my cock size and got off the bed. She said, "Now it's time for me to work you, Will baby. Sit down for me." I complied and she crouched down on her knees. Her hand gripped my Purple Headed Beast and started to stroke it. Since I was VERY aroused from fingering her, I was afraid that I would blow my load very quick, but she knew how to blow a cock and during the entire time of her slurping her mouth all over it, playing and sucking my balls, and playing with the veins protruding from it, I didn't shoot. After she sucked me hard and made my organ all lubed with her saliva, she sat up and straddled my Unit with her pussy dangling just barely out of the reach of it's head. She looked at me in the eyes and said, " This is going to be great Will, just sit back and enjoy the ride, my stud." My mind was put into neutral as, like a wraith, she glided down and slipped the head of my cock into her soft velvety confines. She threw her head back and groaned as she continued to slide down my pole. She finally hit bottom and I hit the end of her too. She then really started to ride me up and down. The sounds of the pre-lubed pussy and cock sliding along slurping and slipping were very hot. Her hair bounced along as well as her breasts, which I gladly grabbed and fondled and sucked as she rode my prick. She moaned, groaned and gasped for breath after every thrust inside her and I was starting to moan and groan with her. After a seemed like an eternity, I grabbed hold of her hips and started to take control of the fucking, moving her hips in concert with the upward thrusts of my cock inside her hole. The couch creaked as I really started giving it to Julie. Breathy phrases of, "Don't stop, fill my pussy with your cock Will!" and "Fuck me baby, Yeah that's it, Do me, you raging Stallion!" filled my ears and I would reply with, "God your pussy is so good. Milk me baby, make me cum inside you" and "Never stop taking it in Julie, I'll never stop slipping it to you." My balls started to burn and boil. I knew that I was going to cum pretty quick here and Julie's moans were getting more louder. I felt a shudder inside her and her pussy muscles contracted around my schlong, like a snake, milking me as she climaxed. With no more time to waste, I slammed her hips into me and in one fell swoop, held her to me as I drove my cock to the back of her pussy walls while shooting my hot seed inside her womb. Spurt after spurt was sent into her, filling her up and it started to leak out a bit down her legs. She collapsed onto me and tried to regain her breath after what she told me later was the best orgasm she ever had. My cock returned to normal and with a plop fell out of her pussy. We held each other and I smelled her hair, which had the smell of strawberries, the smell of sweat and the smell of sex rising from between her legs and mine. I looked at the clock next to us and saw that we had 10 minutes for class to start. I helped her up and looked once again into those gorgeous sapphire eyes of hers. I said, "That was wonderful Julie, but we've got to get cleaned up and get ready for class. Plus I'm not sure how much longer we can be in here undiscovered." She said, "Ok Will, I think I've got the energy to do that…" She laughed a bit and said, "Thank you for proving that you can make a girl feel good and wanted. I'll always be there for you Will and we must do this again." "You bet we will, I can't think of anything else better to do than be with you." We kissed and proceeded to clean up and get dressed again. After we got ready, I opened the door and didn't see anybody, so we left quickly and went to class. I can't really remember what the teacher said, all I can remember is seeing Julie in her seat and she was sneaking glances at me during the time. I can't wait to feel her with me again. ***Author's Note: This is only one of my fantasies. If you like this story then email me and if there's enough of a response, I'll do a second part to this story. I just hope you all had as much joy reading it as I had writing it. BTW: my name isn't William. I just use that so no one other than those I tell will know what my real name is. Dreams Do Come True I have always been an avid porno watcher. I have had lots of fantasy girls over the years and there is one that just sticks out. Her name is April Summers. The first film I had ever seen of her was a mafia type film where she takes on her boyfriend in the bathroom after she got done with her bath. I was hooked; I was in love, or lust, as some would call it. I just couldn’t get over her long tan legs and her natural beautiful breasts. Not to mention the nice shaved pussy except for the little triangle she keeps above her slit. But what really got me was the fact that she could deep throat a dick with no problem and she looked like she enjoyed it. I then began to try and find anything and everything I could on this young lady. I found lots of video clips of her on the net and thousands of pictures. I got an AVS and found everything that her company had on her. I was addicted to April Summers in a bad way. Then one day I went to visit a friend who lived on the east coast. I got as far as Ohio and my car broke down near a small town that was pretty much out in the boonies. Luckily they had a small motel and restaurant that a person could stay in, as it would take a day to get the part for my car that I was looking for. So I checked into the hotel and flirted a little with the girl that was working. She was pretty and had a nice body but she also looked to be a little young and being from out of town I wasn’t willing to take the chance to find out. I went across the street to the little diner and got some dinner. For a small place and being it was in what I thought as a bad location the food was very good, not to mention the service. There was a beautiful blonde waitressing and she was hot. She could have easily been a model if she wanted to, and she had the most beautiful blue eyes. All the while I was eating my cock was at half-mast as I kept seeing this young waitress on her knees sucking my 8 inch cock. Through idle chat I found out that she was 19 and she was working at the dinner to save money to go to Ohio University in the fall. I also found out that she had to work till 11pm and at this time it was only 6. So I figured that I would go back to the motel and shower and shave and take a little nap and then come back around closing for a snack and ask her out for a drink or something. So I left her a hefty tip and was walking across the road back to the hotel when I noticed this black mustang parked next to mine. It was one of the newer sporty models and a ragtop to beat. I looked at it and thought, man where have I seen this car before but I just wouldn’t come to me so I went in to my room to take that shower. Once in my room I got thirsty though and I had a bottle of Brandy in my bag so I went out in a search for the motel ice machine. I found it in a room at the end of the building where there was also a pop machine to get the coke I need for a mixer. I opened the door and the first sight I seen had my cock growing to all its might again. Bending over into the ice machine was the most beautiful ass I had seen in a long time. This girl had on some skin tight shorts that were sneaking up into her pussy so far I knew right away that she had to be shaved. She heard the door close behind me and she straightened and turned around to see who it was and I died a thousand heart attacks right there. Standing there in the flesh, right in front of my eyes was my dream girl, the girl that I had jacked off to a thousand times thinking about eating her nice wet pussy. There stood April Summers. I must have shown my major surprise as she smiled and asked me if I was ok. I replied to her that I was just fine, but I just had to ask, but aren’t you April Summers”. She smiled and let me know that she was indeed April Summers. She then asked if I was there to get ice as if so, she had just gotten what was left in the machine and that she would give me some of what she had. I told her not to worry, she could keep it and that I mainly just need soda anyhow (of course I was lying through my teeth). She asked if I was sure and after telling her yes, no problem she gave me a sexy smile and left. So here I stood, in a motel in the middle of nowhere in Ohio and I have April Summers staying in the room right next to me. Then it hit me where I had seen that car, April had did a photo shoot once with her posing on the car. I got myself a couple of sodas to mix with my brandy and went back to my room with one of the biggest hard-ons that I had ever gotten in my life. I got back to my room and stripped off my clothes and laid down on the bed and started stroking my hard cock while thinking of that nice ass I had just seen right in front of me. I laid there stroking my cock for about 20 minutes, thinking about all the things I wanted to do with April the whole time, when just as I was about to cum there was a knock on my door. I cursed whoever it was and got up and put on my robe. I went to the door and opened it ready to give whoever interrupted my fantasy of April a piece of my mind when actually there stood the object of my fantasy. She had came over to give me what was left of her ice as she used what she wanted and thought it would be the nice thing to do. I must have showed the embarrassment that I was showing cause she asked if I was ok as I was pretty red in the face. I assured her I was fine. I thanked her for the ice and she was about to leave when all of a sudden my cock decided it didn’t want to be hidden anymore and popped out of my robe sticking up straight at her. I saw her eyes widen and then a smile on her face, as she looked up at me and said that was a beautiful sight. I was so embarrassed as I tried to get a hold of my cock with its own mind and put it back under my robe, April reached up and pushed me lightly into my room and stepped in and closed the door. She then took an ice cube out of the cup I was holding put one in her mouth and dropped to her knees in front of me and started to give me a blowjob. Now, anyone that has ever had a girl give you a blowjob with ice in her mouth knows that it is one of the best sexual feelings that a person could ever have. She sucked on my cock as if it was the last one she was ever going to get. Then she started to deep throat me the way I knew she could all the while looking up into my eyes. After being on the verge of cumming when she knocked I couldn’t hold back and told her that I was cumming and she just looked at me and smiled around my cock and pulled it out till just the head was left in her mouth and stroked me to one of the most intense orgasms that I have ever had. She swallowed every drop that I gave her and it was about 6 great shots. She then played with the head and licked and sucked every last drop out of me. I couldn’t handle it and I reached down and brought her up to me and kissed her right on the mouth sticking my tongue straight into her mouth. Tasting my cum on her lips and tongue. I know to a lot of guys that is a turn off. But with me, it comes out of my body and the girls seem to like it so I have no problem tasting my own cum off their mouth. I slowly backed her to the bed in my room and lifted her shirt up over her head and off. I just stared at the beautiful natural breasts for a little bit then dropped down and captured one of her beautiful nipples in my mouth. I heard her gasp and say oh yes and she grabbed my head and pulled it tighter to her tit. I laid her down on the bed and then worked the skintight shorts down her long sexy legs and off her. I looked down at her lying there just in her thong and just smiled. I hooked my fingers in her thong and then slid that down off her to. I then got on my knees on the side of her bed and took one of her sexy feet into my hand and and started rubbing her feet. She just tilted her head back and moaned that it felt so good. I then started licking her toes and foot and worked my way up her leg and to that beautiful shaved pussy of hers. She spread her legs for me and I slowly licked my tongue from her asshole all the way to her clit. I then started to lick and suck on her pussy and slid a finger into her pussy and started finger fucking her as I licked and sucked her clit. She wrapped her long legs around my head and held me tight to her pussy moaning and groaning the whole time. I kept this up, as she tasted so good that I never wanted to leave. After about 5 minutes I heard her catch her breathe, then she screamed that she was cumming and started to shake, then she started to wiggle all over the place. I thought she was going to break my neck from the way she was jerking my head around but it was well worth it. Then just as I was about to work my way back up her body to fuck her I decided to suck that clit one last time and it threw her into another intense orgasm, she screamed that she was cumming again, then all of a sudden my mouth started to fill up with liquid. I though at first she was pissing in my mouth but the taste was way to sweet. I then remembered that when having an intense orgasm April was a squirter. I swallowed what I could and then when she was calming down and the last bit squirted into my mouth I held it in my mouth and moved up and kissed her and let it slide into her mouth. She groaned and pulled me tighter to her and licked every drop that was around my mouth up and off of my mustache. She then looked me in the eyes and said, “Fuck me, and fuck me hard”. Never to be one to let a girl down I slammed my once again rock hard cock deep into her in one stroke. She tilted her head back and groaned that it felt so good. I then kept fucking her in and out with long hard stokes. She kept looking me in the eyes with her patented April smile and I kept fucking her. Sliding all 8 inches deep into her then sliding all but the head out and slamming it back in again. She then told me she wanted to be on top so without pulling out we rolled over so she was on top. She rode me while facing me for a while and I was sucking on her tits as they hung in my face. Then she spun herself around and started to ride me while facing my feet. She then got up on her feet, squatting on me and started to ride me hard, slamming herself up and down my cock. I was again on the verge of cumming, and I told her so. She cried out to hold on for just a bit as she was almost there. I held on for about another 30 seconds and then just as she screamed that she was cumming and wanted me to cum inside her I exploded. Once again, 6 great shots exploded deep inside her. Then as I was just about done cumming she started to slide up and down my still hard cock real fast and was playing with her clit while she did. She screamed that she was cumming again and came in the most intense orgasm that I had ever seen. I felt my cock and balls start to get wet and realized that I had made her squirt again. As she was coming down from her orgasm she slipped me out of her turned around and laid down next to me and gave me a deep long French kiss. Then she pulled up and looked me in the eyes and told me that was some intense sex and asked me if I ever thought about being a porn star. As I was about to give her my answer she then said, “By the way, what is your name.”? I am still fairly new at writing erotic stories so if you are going to send feedback, please be nice and make it only constructive critism. Please no haters or bashers. If ya think the story was hot give me some ideas for a second part and I will be glad to write one. Just click on my name for my contact info and drop me a line. Would like to thank JMSKITTY for helping me with the editing of my story. Dreams Do Come True I’d written a few stories and gotten some fairly good responses back from them, but none of the responses excited me as much as one from a lady I’ll call ‘Red’. It seems that a lot of what I’d written about excited her but was missing from her present sex life. She gave me a few details in the feedback she sent and I wrote a quick note back to her, not really expecting to hear anything more. I was pleasantly surprised to receive a reply the next day indicating that she'd like to hear more about me. That was the start of many more emails, with more and more personal information and eventually our turn on’s, turn off’s, and fantasies going back and forth. Unfortunately I also learned that while she was now single and would be interested in getting together with me, we lived over a thousand miles apart and neither of us were in a position to travel that far. We didn’t let that stop our emails however and soon we were sending emails back and forth that were as hot or hotter than most of the stories I’ve read on Literotica. It seems her ex-husband was very bland sexually to say the least and wouldn’t even consider doing half the things we emailed back and forth. There was many a night that I’d sit in front of the computer stroking myself to orgasm while I read her latest reply. We were quite open with each other and when I mentioned it to her, she admitted bringing herself off while reading my emails as well. A few months of this went by until we finally exchanged phone numbers & arranged for me to call her the next Sat. night. I was as nervous as a 16 yr old getting ready for his first date as I watched the clock creep towards the arranged time. All sorts of things ran through my mind as I heard the phone ring through. She must have been waiting right beside it because I only heard it ring once before she picked up. Her voice was everything I’d expected...soft, smooth and sexy as hell. Like our emails, our calls started out fairly tame, but it wasn’t long before our calls were as hot as our emails had been. Now I’d never really considered phone sex to be overly exciting – but that was before I talked to Red! At least every few weeks one of us would call the other, and our conversations almost always took place with both of us naked in our respective beds. Even though there was such a large distance between us, when I closed my eyes and listened to her voice, it was easy to believe that it was her hands stroking me instead of my own. Red would often be pleasing herself with one of her toys while we talked and one of the hottest calls I can remember is when I was used a vibrator on my ass as I told her every detail of what I was doing. We both came at almost the same time and the next time we talked, she told me she’d tried a dildo in her ass and found she loved it. Even though we talked of how good it would be to be able to meet, it wasn’t until the company she worked for sent her on a Thursday to Tuesday training course to my home town of London that we realized we’d be able to make that dream a reality. Seeing as the company covered her hotel cost, we decided to take full advantage of it and she had my name added to the room booking. She flew in on the Thursday but with our schedules we wouldn’t be able to meet until Friday night. I left work early so I had a chance to shower, shave and get to her room before her afternoon conference was over. All of the nervous feelings of our first call came back to me as I waited for her on the bed, a dozen roses were in a vase beside the bed and several candles provided just enough light to see by. Just when I was starting to wonder when she’d get there I heard her key in the door. We’d described ourselves to each other and emailed pictures (some of them quite erotic) back and forth, but seeing her in person, even dressed, I could feel myself harden immediately. Now neither of us is model material, and we both admit to being able to lose a few pounds, but she’s so well proportioned that whatever extra weight there was hardly showed at all. Her face lit up when she saw the roses and instead of the nervous tension I’d somewhat expected, we greeted each other like lovers who’d been together for years. As soon as I took her in my arms and felt her lips against mine for the first time I knew this was going to be a very special weekend! Knowing there was no rush, we held each other and kissed for several minutes before we pulled away to look at each other. Almost in unison, our hands reached out and began softly caressing each other’s face. While her fingers ran through my full beard, I traced the line of her jaw with my fingers, following the curve of her throat down to the top buttons of her blouse. As the buttons were undone and the swell of her breasts was slowly revealed I heard her quick intake of breath as my fingers followed the edge of her bra down the smooth slopes of her breasts. My fingers were soon replaced with my lips and tongue as I reached behind her and undid her bra. Even through the material of her bra I’d felt how erect her nipples were and when exposed they were stunningly hard. I teased each one in turn, alternating between licking and blowing on them until much to her delight, I sucked as much of her areola into my mouth as I could and rolled the nipple around with my tongue. Red’s hands certainly weren’t idle while I was doing this and by now my shirt was undone, almost off and her fingers were teasing my erection through my jeans. As her blouse and bra slid to the floor, I was already undoing her skirt, which quickly joined the growing pile on the floor along with my jeans. I’m not sure who led who, but we quickly tumbled to the bed and I could feel her pushing her crotch against my hard-on as we kissed some more. Reluctantly I pulled away so I could once again run my hands over her breasts, only this time I was able to continue down over her stomach and as my fingers traced a pattern down each leg and back up again, my tongue was tracing circles around her nipples. As I ran my fingers over the very damp crotch of her panties her fingers were inching their way into my boxers, teasing and stroking my shaft as they went. Not to be left behind I slid my fingers under the fabric of her panties and quickly noticed that all I was feeling was smooth skin. I could see the sexy smile on her face when I looked up and realized that she must have remembered me telling her how much I liked a shaved pussy and done it just for me. Our fingers were now very busy exploring the others equipment and I can still remember her groan of pleasure as I bit gently on her nipple at the same time my fingers ran over her clit. I knew from our earliest conversations that her ex had thought that oral sex was dirty and wanted no part of it – giving or receiving, so I couldn’t wait any longer to help her make up for lost time. She quickly realized my intentions as my lips and tongue traced a line from her nipples, down her belly and as I reached the top of her panties she raised up off the bed so I could slide them down and off. She tasted as good as I imagined she would and I thoroughly enjoyed myself, going back and forth between parting her lips with my tongue and then teasing, but not quite entering her and then circling but not quite touching her fully erect clit. I knew she’d had enough teasing when I felt her hands on the back of my head, gently but firmly drawing me fully down to her pussy. Taking the not so subtle hint, I finally allowed my tongue to enter her as far as it could, swirled it around, drew it back out and then started all over again, every so often pausing to lick and suck at the lips of her pussy. As she got more and more aroused I gently started massaging around her clit with my fingers and then switched – tracing circles around her clit with my tongue while I worked one and then two fingers into her hot opening. Just as we’d talked about so many times on the phone, I fucked her with my fingers and teased her with my tongue, occasionally planting small kisses right on her clit until I could feel her body start to tense up on the verge of an orgasm. Then I’d slow down and almost stop until she’d calmed down a bit. I let her get right to the edge four or five times before she said, “Please let me cum!” That was exactly what I wanted to hear so as soon as she got to the edge of orgasm again, I simultaneously reached for her g-spot with my fingers and sucked on her clit. I don’t think I could have gotten a bigger reaction if I’d thrown ice water on her. Her whole body arched up off the bed, driving my fingers as deep as they could go in her pussy and the combination groan/scream that came from her mouth was a clear indication of how hard she came. I could feel her pussy muscles clench and release on my fingers during the initial orgasm and then several ‘aftershocks’. We lay together while she relaxed from her orgasm until Red finally said, “There’s something I want to do.” “What’s that?” I answered, and instead of answering she reached into her suitcase by the bed and pulled out a vibrator. “You want to use a vibrator when you’ve got the real thing right here?” I asked with a grin. “I don’t want to use it on me, I want to use it on you” she said with a little hesitation. I instantly remembered the orgasm we’d shared during the phone conversation when I’d done my own ass with a dildo and readily agreed. I lay on my back with a pillow under my ass as she grabbed some lube from the suitcase. From the way she applied the lube to my ass and slowly worked her finger in, I knew she’d played with her ass a lot more than she’d told me. Soon a second finger joined the first and just when I was thinking that 3 fingers would feel even better, she pulled them out and started teasing my ass with the head of the dildo as she whispered in my ear. “I’ve never done this to a guy before & by the end of the night I hope we can do the other 2 things I’ve never done as well.” I could feel my cock twitch as she said that because I clearly remembered her saying during one of our erotic phone calls that she’d never done a guy in the ass, never let anyone cum in her mouth, and never had anal sex. Even as I was contemplating the possibilities, she continued in a whisper, “Why don’t I take care of two wishes at the same time?” Without waiting for an answer, she kissed her way down my chest and at the same time she as eased the dildo into my ass; she took the head of my cock into her mouth. With a dildo in my ass and her warm mouth around my cock, it was as close to heaven as I’d ever been. I was glad I’d gotten horny waiting for her to get back from her conference and stroked myself to orgasm because if I hadn’t, I don’t think I’d have been able to hold back. As it was, it didn’t take more than five minutes before I could feel the first few pre-orgasm drops leaking into her mouth. “Cumming soon!” I said, just loud enough for her to hear. Hearing that, she started sucking harder on the head as she jacked me off with her hand, all the while still using her other hand to fuck my ass with the dildo. From the cum that erupted from me, you wouldn’t have known it was my second orgasm in under 3 hours. I could feel pulse after pulse shoot into Red’s mouth, but not a drop escaped. When she was sure there was no more cum left, she let my shrinking cock slip out of her mouth and for a moment I could see the pool of my cum in her mouth. Before she could swallow, I pulled her face up to mine and said, “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try.” as I pulled her mouth down to mine. At first she tried to keep my cum from spilling out, but when she realised what I wanted she met my tongue with hers and I felt my hot cum flowing from her mouth to mine, I swallowed the first bit hesitantly but finding it not at all unpleasant, we kissed hotly for several minutes, each of us taking turns swallowing what I’d shot into her mouth. Not surprisingly, my cock had softened considerably after cumming, but sharing my cum was such a turn on that I was fully erect and ready for more. Taking full advantage of this, I rolled Red over onto her back and as she locked her legs around my waist I entered her for the first time. She was extremely wet and just tight enough to be a perfect fit. Now that we’d both cum at least once, we were both quite willing to go slow and just enjoy the feeling. We made love for almost an hour, pausing every so often to kiss for a few minutes or shift positions. We ended up in the classic ‘doggy’ position and found that between me being able to get deeper thrusts and Red being able to play with herself at the same time we weren’t in a hurry to change to anything else. By the light of the candle I could see the crinkle of her asshole and remembered that there was one more thing she’d wanted to do before the end of the night. Picking up the lube, I put a good-sized glob of it on my finger and after it had warmed for a second I eased it up against her pucker. At first she pulled away, but when she realized what I was doing she started pressing back against my finger. I held myself totally still and let her set her own pace, each time she pressed back she took more and more of my finger into her ass. Once it was all in, I started moving again, penetrating her ass and pussy at the same time. As she’d done with me, I added a second finger to the first and let her get accustomed to that feeling before I went any further. When she was thrusting back hard against my cock and fingers I knew she was ready for the real thing so I pulled out of both her holes and eased the head of my cock up against her virgin pucker. It was a fair bit bigger than the two fingers she’d gotten used to, so it took a few minutes of gentle pressure, more lube and a few slips before we both felt the head pop past her tight ring of muscle. Once past that, it only took a few strokes to have my whole length in her ass. I held still for a bit to let her get used to the feeling and then ever so slowly started pulling out and sliding back in with ever lengthening strokes. I hoped she was getting close to cumming again because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold back. I didn’t have a lot to worry about because she soon started matching my thrusts with her own and I could hear her fingers making little squishing noises as they went in and out of her pussy. While she fingered herself, I reached around and started massaging her clit. It only took a couple of minutes of that before her whole body tensed and then erupted in her second orgasm for the night. As soon as I felt her start to shake in orgasm, I let myself cum in her ass. She was quite a sight as I pulled out, a trail of cum leaking from her ass and threads of her juices still trailing from her pussy to her fingers. We lay together for a bit before we went into the bathroom to clean up and then went back to bed where we quickly went to sleep with my arms around her as she spooned back into me. My first thought when I woke up in the morning was that we had two full days to share with each other, and judging by the hand I felt around my quickly hardening shaft, Red must have felt the same way! ------------------ I’ve never done a story ‘for’ anyone before, but this one’s for a lady who wrote me to say she really enjoyed my last story...I don’t have your name, but if you read this, I'm sure you’ll know it’s for you! With the right responses I might continue with the rest of the weekend. Dreams Do Come True This is my entry into the 'Winter Holidays Story Contest'. Be sure to vote, and either leave a comment or send feedback. I hope you enjoy it. **** Dozens of lights twinkled from their perches. A fresh pine scent filled the air. Gaily wrapped presents crowded together to find a spot under the tree. People scurried through the stores to find those last elusive gifts. It was three days before Christmas, and Abby wished it was over. The packages were empty, fake, like the tree with its air freshener stuffed in the center. A single card sat on the coffee table; a reminder of how few people remembered her. Abby hated the holidays. She pulled the plug, pitching the room into darkness. Across the road, her neighbor’s Santa display illuminated their entire yard. Each hour the elves at his side gave out a squawky rendition of Christmas songs. Tuning them out didn’t work, and she sighed as a deep sadness filled her. Life wasn’t supposed to be so hard, she thought for the millionth time. Where had she gone wrong to end up so alone? She remembered childhood dreams of a house filled with family and friends celebrating the holidays together. Laughter rang out from each room. Her husband stood at her side, beaming at her with love. The bubble burst somewhere after she graduated from high school. Struggling to find a decent job, she had taken the only thing offered to her. Now, twelve years later, she still answered phones in the same dreary office. Her boss, a lawyer with a bad reputation, saw few clients. Most days she felt dirty after spending eight hours around him, and hurried home to take a shower. Disheartened, she went to bed. The dream began right away. **** Wrapping paper, tape, and ribbon lay scattered across the floor. One of the kittens had a bow stuck to his tail. His antics as he tried to remove it made her laugh. “Honey? I’m home!” “In the kitchen,” she yelled, drying her hands before greeting him. “It smells delicious in here. Your stew?” He stopped in front of his wife to give her a kiss. It was part of their ritual, but he loved it. She was his other half. By the end of his day at work, he couldn’t wait to see her. “Changed my mind—you’re what smells so good.” He nibbled her earlobe before covering her neck with soft kisses. Hearing her sweet moans, he slipped his hands under her shirt. Brushing his thumbs over her nipples wasn’t enough. Pulling the fleecy material up, he buried his face between her naked breasts. “Sam, baby, oh yes,” she whispered, pressing his head closer to her aching flesh. She caressed his back, tugging his shirt out of his slacks to find warm skin. Her nails skimmed along his spine, making his shaft swell even more. His mouth latched onto one rosy nipple while his fingers played with the other. “Abby, I need you.” Her nod was enough for him. Swinging her up into his arms, he carried her to their bedroom. She watched him strip before adding her own clothing to the pile. Their hunger for each other made their mating swift. Thrusting his throbbing member into her creamy center was all he had thought of from the moment he got home. The reality of her sweet body drove him wild as she let go, taking him with her. “Oh Sam,” she murmured, her body alive from his touch. “How did I get so lucky?” “I think it was that sexy smile you gave me.” “Is that all I had to do? And here I thought it was my stew.” “Nah, I could live without that, but never without you,” he replied, trailing his fingers over her cheek. Leaning over to kiss him, she shrieked when she caught sight of the clock. “Oh my god, look at the time!” Hopping out of bed, she ran into the bathroom. He heard the water go on and pictured her in the shower. Seconds later, she called out to him. “Sam, hurry. Tonight is the family Christmas dinner.” “It won’t hurt if we’re late.” “Honey, we have to load all the gifts into the car yet, plus the food, and—” He chuckled, knowing he would do anything for his beautiful wife. **** Waking with a start, Abby felt caught between the dream and reality. When the image of a happy Christmas dissolved, she slammed her fist into the pillow. The doorbell rang just as she fell back asleep. Drowsy yet, she opened the door. “Agnes Brickman?” “I’m sorry, you have the wrong place,” she said, moving to shut the door on the deliveryman. “Excuse me, please?” This time she paid attention to the man standing there. About her age, his blond hair and blue eyes gave him a boyish look. “This isn’t 209 West Grant?” “No, I’m 209 East Grant.” “Thank you, miss. Merry Christmas!” He turned to trace his steps back to the delivery truck idling at the curb. Abby watched as he swung his lean frame inside, waving at her before taking off. An hour later, she left for work. The snowy roads didn’t seem to deter anyone or ruin the holiday spirit for them. People smiled and waved as they headed off to who knew where. By the time she sat at her desk, her mood was worse than the day before. With nothing to do, she began to daydream. “Delivery.” The voice intruding on her fantasies sounded familiar. “Hey, it’s you.” “Did you find the right address this morning?” she asked when she recognized the man standing near her desk. “One Agnes Brickman has her packages safe and sound.” Trying not to make it obvious she was looking at him wasn’t easy for her. It had been so long since she found a man who interested her. But his sparkling blue eyes were like a magnet, drawing her gaze up to his face. This time she noticed the jagged scar running down his cheek. “Bad wreck. I was seven. The garage jumped in front of my bike.” Tipping her head, she gave him a little smirk. “I swear. It was moving day. No one told me that meant buildings too.” His incredulous look made Abby laugh despite her mood. She could just imagine a little boy giving that explanation to his parents. “Now that we have the hard stuff out of the way, will you marry me?” “Excuse me?” “Oh, I’m sorry. I suppose I should introduce myself first. Sam Wyatt.” His name brought her dream back, where her husband’s name had been Sam too. “This is where you say yes, and then tell me your name just for the record,” he whispered, leaning across her desk. “Abby, my name is Abby.” She didn’t know what made her answer. That wasn’t her intention, but the words seemed to slip out on their own. “Abby—Abby and Sam—Sam and Abby. I like it, don’t you?” “Yes,” she replied without thinking. “Fantastic! Now I’m a happy man! I can’t wait to call my parents and tell them.” “Parents? Ah, tell them what?” “That we’re getting married. You did accept, you know.” “I did?” “You aren’t going to back out so close to the wedding, are you?” “Wedding?” The way he turned words around so fast left her confused. Looking straight at him, she swore the room moved. “You know, sweetheart, it’s all right to be nervous. It happens to the best of us. Well, not me. I’m excited about it myself.” “I don’t even know you.” At last, Abby managed to say more than two words in a row. “Of course you do. Don’t forget I waved when I left the house this morning.’ “You’re crazy.” Sam faced her, his blue eyes darkening when he spoke. “I might be, but you haven’t kicked me out yet. Admit it, you’re intrigued.” Unable to deny it, Abby blushed. There was something about him that made her heart beat faster. “So, is Friday good for you?” Giving him a blank look, she tried to remember what he had said last. But her brain seemed to have gone on vacation, leaving her head empty. “Sweetheart, you really need to get over this before the honeymoon. I’m anticipating more from you than acquiescence.” “Friday, yes that’s good,” she said, going along with him. “What color flowers should I get? I’m thinking something dark and mysterious, like blood red, wine, or deep burgundy.” “I love the dark burgundy shades.” Grabbing a little notebook from his pocket, he scribbled something down before closing it. “Added it to my list so I don’t forget. I’ll take care of the rest. You just be ready at—did we set a time?” She shook her head at him, but didn’t answer. “Okay, then about two in the afternoon?” “Well, I do believe that slot is open.” “Two it is. Now I should get back to delivering the rest of the packages in my truck. See you Friday, sweetheart.” He sauntered to the door after winking, letting the cold winter air inside when he left. Abby didn’t feel it at all. She was still smiling when she left work at the end of the day. In line at the grocery store that evening, she ignored all the shopping carts filled with hams, turkeys, and other holiday goodies. If anyone asked her about plans, she brushed them off by turning the question back on them. No one seemed to notice; everyone was too busy. But Abby had nowhere to go. Thursday was a slower day at work than usual. Her boss left mid-morning for a supposed court date. Abby knew his calendar was clear through the end of the year, and suspected he was meeting his mistress again. The man made her skin crawl, and she couldn’t imagine any decent female allowing him to touch her. Pulling a novel out of the desk drawer, she spent an hour reading before the phone rang. “Tanger Law Office. How may I help you?” “Who is this?” She recognized the gruff tone, resisting the urge to hang up. “This is Abby, Mr. Tanger.” “Where’s the girl who answers the phone?” “That’s me.” “Oh. Yes, right. I won’t be back today. You can close the office and go home, Alice.” Hearing him use the wrong name after she had just reminded him of it irked her. She hated her job and her crooked boss. Reigning in her temper, she responded. “Yes, Mr. Tanger. And by the way, my resignation letter will be on your desk whenever you show up.” Hanging up the phone with a soft click, she pressed her thumbs against her temples. The headache stayed with her as she typed up her resignation. Flipping the lights off behind her, she dropped it on his desk on her way out the door. Snowflakes floated through the air, swirling past her face. She laughed and stuck her tongue out to catch one. By the time she did, her headache had disappeared. The only thing she thought about was the way Sam’s eyes seemed to reach into her soul. Part way home, she pulled into the parking lot next to Cramer’s Video Store. Browsing through hundreds of titles without finding one she thought looked good, she turned to leave. Near the bottom, the title on a red box caught her eye. The sappy love story had been popular many years ago, but she had never watched it. This was the night, she decided as she grabbed it and headed to the front desk. Once she got home, she ordered a pizza. She took a quick shower and slipped into her favorite pajamas. Her dinner arrived right on time. With the box on the coffee table in front of her, she immersed herself in the movie. Tears trickled down her cheeks by the time it was over. Swiping her sleeve across her eyes, she sat back and thought about Sam; the real Sam, not the one from her dream. Laughing at herself for even giving him a second thought, she went in to take a bath. While water filled the tub, she undressed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her small breasts had always bothered her; now they looked sexy. Imagining a tongue on the tiny mole on her stomach, goose bumps raced over her skin. Lost in the perusal of her own body, Abby forgot the running water until she felt it on her bare toes. “Yikes!” Once she cleaned it up and drained the excess from the tub, she sank into the hot water and laughed. “That will teach me for checking myself out.” She realized she was talking to herself and shook her head. “Lord, I’m turning into an old woman. Next I’ll be answering myself too.” Wishing she had brought a glass of wine into the bathroom with her, she stepped out of the tub and ran to the kitchen dripping wet. In an act of defiance, she skipped the glass and took the bottle. Hot water swirled around her as she sank back down into the tub. Lathering body wash onto her skin, Abby watched her nipples pucker. Closing her eyes for a moment, she let herself fantasize once more. Feeling the chilly water brought her back to the present. Standing naked once more, she scrounged through the cabinet for her favorite lotion. Then she applied it to every inch of her body. Satisfied at last, she slid between the sheets with her wine and a novel. The book remained closed. She emptied the bottle. Sprawled across the bed, the constant ringing of the doorbell woke her the next morning. She groaned when she sat up and felt the sudden pounding in her head. Somehow she staggered to the door and eased it open. “I couldn’t wait until this afternoon.” “What? This afternoon? What time is it?” Sam leaned against the doorframe, grinning. “You didn’t forget, did you? I’m hurt.” “Sam?” “Woohoo, she remembered my name at least.” “I don’t feel too good,” she said, running to the bathroom. Concern brought him inside even when he had told himself earlier he wouldn’t. There was something about her though, and he couldn’t just walk away. “Here, sweetheart,” he said, handing her a wet towel after finding her in front of the toilet. “I think . . . the wine last night . . . oh my head!” “How much did you drink?” “I don’t know. I never drink though.” “It’s all right. I’ll go make some coffee.” Thinking she should tell him to get out, the presence of another human was comforting. Leaning back against the wall, eyes closed, she just nodded. Sam opened cupboards until he found what he needed. Then he put some sugar and a glass of the flavored creamer he found in the refrigerator onto a tray left on the table. When the coffee was finished, he filled two cups and went back to Abby. “How about taking a swig of this?” he asked her. “Thanks. You’ve been very kind.” “Taking care of you is just part of being your husband.” Abby choked on the rich blend of coffee at his words. “Husband?” “You did say you would marry me today. Remember?” “Ah, I thought you were kidding though,” she replied. “I never kid when it comes to proposing.” “All you know is my first name.” “We’ll have years to sort out all the details,” he said and winked. “You’re crazy. Why would you want to marry a stranger? It’s not like you’re ugly—” “Ah, so you noticed. That’s a good thing. And you, my dear, are gorgeous.” Shaking her head to refute his words, she groaned when the room spun. “Honey, why don’t you take a shower? That should help clear the cobwebs a bit.” He turned the shower on before leaning down to take both her hands in his. As if in slow motion, he pulled the tie of her robe loose and slid it off her shoulders. Abby knew she should stop him. What did she know about the man, anyway? But she couldn’t deny the feelings building in her from the way he was looking at her. “You’re beautiful—just as I imagined.” The teasing tone was gone. His voice was deep, gravelly, and sexy. She ached to feel his hand on her flesh, but didn’t know how to tell him. When his thumb brushed her nipple just seconds later, she wondered if she had verbalized her need. “Your eyes told me what you wanted, Abby.” “I don’t do . . . this.” The fog in her head told her to just let go; to feel for once in her life, and not think. Her dull, boring life flashed through her mind long enough for her to know she was going to take this moment. “Please.” “Tell me what you want.” It wasn’t an order. All Sam wanted was to please her—to make her smile as she had in that dreary law office just two days ago. “I don’t know. Yes, I do,” she said in a stronger voice. “Make love to me, Sam. Hold me and pretend you’ll never let go.” “No pretending, honey. You’re mine, and I’m going to prove that any way I can.” “Sam?” “Yes?” “Can I brush my teeth first?” Chuckling at the pleading look on her face, he moved to the sink and squeezed some toothpaste on her brush. Abby took it from his fingers, and staring into his eyes, brushed. “Thank you,” she said once she finished. “I couldn’t . . . without . . .” “Honey?” “Yes?” “Kiss me.” Sam waited, still unsure of the naked woman in front of him. He longed to pull her into the bedroom and ravish her, but worried he would scare her. And that’s not what he wanted from her. That he acknowledged to himself what he wanted should have bothered him. It didn’t at all. Standing on tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his. He held still until he felt her tongue. That’s when he picked her up and devoured her mouth with his. It was far more than Abby had imagined. Never had she felt such pure lust for a man. But it was more. She knew it, even if she didn’t want to admit it yet. The earth moved for Sam when he finally eased himself into her. From the moment she opened the door that first time, he craved her. He felt it like he never had before when he held her close. She was a rare creature, waiting for him to take her away from the dreariness surrounding her. Lying together felt right. He kissed her hair and smiled. “Abby?” “Hmm?” “Marry me. No teasing, no jokes.” “Sam, you can’t be serious.” “I am. You won’t regret it, I swear.” “You’re crazy. We can’t get married after just one . . .” “We can. Look at me, sweetheart,” he said, moving to prop himself up. “Look into my eyes and tell me we can’t.” Abby tried. She really did. The words caught in her throat until she could hardly breathe. “This is crazy.” “Maybe so, but this is right. You know it, and I know it.” “Why me?” It wasn’t a question, but more of a plea. Sam saw the vulnerability in her eyes and knew he had to find the right words. “You’re beautiful, you make me smile, and you make my heart sing.” “Oh, Sam,” she hissed. “Don’t take away the music. Please say yes.” She hesitated. He took her breath away in a scary sense. But he held her as if she was the most precious jewel in the world. “Yes,” she said in a clear voice at last. “We’ll be good together. I know that with every fiber in my body.” Pulling her close, he kissed her. They didn’t leave her room until much later. “Tomorrow is Christmas so I imagine you have plans,” he said. “No, I have nothing planned.” She looked sad and dejected, whereas only minutes ago she had been laughing. “You do now.” “What do you mean?” “You’re my fiancée, and as such, you’re coming with me.” “Sam, what will people think?” “That you’re going to be my wife just as the word fiancée implies,” he said, ignoring her real question. “No, but your family, or friends, they must know who you’ve been dating recently.” “That would be no one. Anything else you’re worried about?” “What will I wear? Should I bring something? What about gifts? Where are we going? Who will be there? Why weren’t you dating anyone?” She tossed out the questions in succession, adding the last one in hopes to learn more about him. “Clothes, if you want to, no need, across town, my family, and I hadn’t met you yet.” His answer confused her until she realized he had given it in the same order she had asked them in. “Impressive, but clothes isn’t quite what I was hoping to hear, I make a mean pecan pie, and we’ll see on that one.” “You missed a couple,” he said, laughing when she stuck her tongue out at him. “Oh yeah, well, I’m still suffering from a hangover, remember?” “Sweetheart, if today was an indication of how you make love with a hangover, you’ll kill me without one.” It occurred to her how well they got along—for strangers anyway. Sitting back to think, she noticed the neighbor’s Christmas lights go on. She jumped up and plugged her own in, seeing her tree in a whole new way. Dreams Do Come True “The tree is fake, but that doesn’t hurt. It still represents the holiday, right?” Sam nodded but didn’t reply. “I wanted a real tree, but that felt wrong. I mean, aren’t you supposed to enjoy Christmas when you have a real one? And I figured this year would be like the last ones—me sitting here alone, trying not to think about everyone else having a good time.” “Get dressed. We’re going to find a real tree.” “Sam? It’s Christmas Eve, where are you expecting to find one?” “We’ll drive from lot to lot until we do. I don’t want our first Christmas to remind you of the bad ones from the past,” he said. For the first time in years, Abby was excited about the holiday. She pulled on a heavy sweater and thick socks, then added jeans and boots before heading toward the door. There she slipped on her coat and gloves. “I’m ready.” He was still tucking his shirt in and chuckled at her enthusiasm. “That was fast.” “Oh. Well, I can go slower next time.” This time he read uncertainty in her eyes. Walking toward her, he sighed. “I guess I had better brush up on my teasing.” “No one ever did that to me before.” “That was in the past. You’ll get sick of me teasing you in a hurry, I imagine.” “Don’t stop. Please?” He was intrigued by the way her eyes revealed her emotions. They told him she was far more complex than she appeared at first glance. Uncovering the layers to free her soul would be a tough task; but Sam knew he was just the man to do it. “Never,” he replied, tugging his gloves on. “Now, let’s go find a real tree!” He felt the kick in his gut from her smile. The entire wedding thing might have started as a joke, but it wasn’t now. Sam vowed to make sure Abby lost the sadness in her life no matter how long it took. Two hours of driving around the city looking for a Christmas tree; one hundred twenty minutes of laughter; Abby was fascinated. “Look! There’s a place that’s open,” she said, pointing to a gas station. “Great honey, but I filled the tank yesterday.” “No, I saw a sign and trees. Please go back?” Sam turned right, went around the block, and followed her directions. Pulling into the Marathon gas station parking lot, he spotted the faded fence next to the building. A row of dim lights hung above the enclosure. “See? I told you,” Abby said, opening her door. “Hurry, Sam. There aren’t many left and I want to find the best one.” Her enthusiasm matched his. Sam followed her through the gate to study the offerings left leaning against the wooden slats. “Hello, folks. Look around and holler if you need me.” The metal folding chair leaned to the side so far it gave the impression the old man sitting on it was going to topple over any minute. Puffing on a pipe, his white hair and beard were perfect for the season. A red jacket and black boots completed his attempt to look like Santa Claus. “This is our first Christmas together,” Sam said, pulling Abby to him as he spoke. “We’re getting married.” “Congratulations! I can see you love each other a great deal,” he replied. Sam squeezed her fingers through her gloves and nodded. “Yes, we do.” The words echoed in Abby’s head, sending chills down her spine. “Honey, let’s go look for a tree.” Sam tugged her along as he wove his way through the branches lying on the ground. Two rows of scrawny trees remained; leftovers no one thought good enough to take home. Nothing he pulled out for her perusal looked quite right to her. “I think I have the tree for you two. Found the darn thing just before you drove in.” They turned when the old man spoke, then waited. He stomped through the snowdrifts behind the fence. Sam hoped the tree he mentioned was far better than the others there. He didn’t want Abby disappointed. Dragging the tree behind him, they watched as he held it straight up for them to see. The blue spruce towered over Sam. Abby guessed he was close to six and a half feet tall, making the tree closer to ten. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “I agree.” He looked at her as he spoke. “Beautiful!” “How did your other customers overlook such a magnificent tree?” she asked, unaware that Sam was talking about her and not the tree. “Ah, Christmas is the time for magic, missy. This here tree stayed back in the dark, waiting for you to claim it.” “Magic is a wonderful thing.” Sam stared into the old man’s eyes, letting him know that he had discovered that very thing. “Sam? Can we please?” She hadn’t even asked the price. She didn’t care. Whatever the cost, this was the tree for her. “Of course, Abby,” he replied, touching her cheek. “I would never argue with anyone who believes in magic.” Heat radiated from his gloved hand to her skin. Flashes of them in her bed that morning sent a flush throughout her body. Sam took a step back and dug into his pocket for his wallet. “How much—where did he go? Abby?” “He was just here.” “You folks help yourself to a tree. The young kid running the lot left hours ago. He said it was too cold out.” Abby and Sam spun around at the feminine voice behind them. A middle-aged woman stood near a garbage bin with two bags of trash. The logo on her shirt was the same as that of the gas station. It was obvious she was an employee just doing her job. “Don’t know who owns the place; I just work here.” The lid of the hopper banged closed, and the woman disappeared inside the station again. “This is weird, Sam. Are you sure we should just take the tree? I mean, it’s beautiful, but isn’t it like stealing?” Abby asked. “Honey, look.” Sam walked to the tree and pointed. “There’s a piece of paper on this branch.” “Merry Christmas, Abby! Dreams do come true.” Shocked at seeing her name on the note, Abby shook her head. No one knew her dreams; she didn’t talk to anyone about her desire for a family. Maybe she was hallucinating, she thought before looking at Sam. “Sam?? “Let’s go home. We have a tree to decorate tonight.” **** Abby didn’t want to use the old decorations from her fake tree; Sam agreed. They stopped at the local Wal-Mart and filled their cart with everything they would need for their first Christmas tree together. While he hauled it all into her house, Abby pushed the fake one into her garage. Finally the trunk was empty. Stopping near the door, he took his coat and boots off. “I thought we could use some music,” he said, digging into a small bag. Sam handed her the CD after working it out of the cellophane wrapping. She slipped it into the stereo and adjusted the volume. The Dolly Parton song brought tears to her eyes. “When I was a kid, I believed there was a Santa Claus. My parents would tell me he had brought my presents while I was sleeping. One year I asked for a horse. We lived in the city, so of course that was impossible. My mom told me that ‘if it’s meant to be, it will happen’. I wasn’t sure what she meant, but if she said something, then it had to be true.” Sam didn’t interrupt. Instead he sat in the recliner and pulled her onto his lap. “Even when my friends stopped believing in Santa, I knew he existed. Then I grew up. My parents died eight months apart and all the dreams I had of going to college fell apart. There was never a prince waiting for me, so I stopped hoping. Last year the dreams started. I had a loving husband and children. We laughed. We were happy.” “Dreams can come true, Abby,” he whispered, dropping kisses in her hair. “Magic happens. I believe that with all my heart.” She thought about the last choruses of the Christmas carol. “It was him; he gave us this tree. Sam, there is magic. I know that now. After all these years, Santa answered my wish. ‘If it’s meant to be, it will happen’, just like my mom said. Santa Claus sent you to me,” she whispered, sitting straight up. “Dreams do come true.” He held her for a while longer, both lost in thoughts of the past—and the future. “Let’s decorate the tree,” she said, slipping off his lap. “Then it will really be Christmas.” An hour later she plugged the lights in and stood back. Across the street, the neighbor’s plastic Santa yelled out “Merry Christmas!” Magic existed, and now Abby knew that dreams do come true. Dreams Do Come True My name is Chris and this is a story about my special relationship with my Aunt Cheri, her surprise lover, my mother (Cindy Jennings) and the rest of her family. When I was growing up my twin cousins (Cheryl and Joni Anderson) and I thought my Aunt was a real bitch. Everyone knew she was a bitch but her bisexual lover would change the way she would act toward me forever. She lived at home with my grandmother and worked in a law firm on the other side of town. I honestly didn't know she was a lesbian but to her credit; she kept her secret hid well. After she graduated high school she went to a women's only college. Eventually I came to find out it her first real experience with sex was with her roommates. She never knew what it felt like to be with a man. She thought men were just despicable horny bastards. By the time I was 16, I had been sexually active for a couple of years but as a young man my masturbation fantasies centered mostly on my mom and her sisters. Whenever I got the chance to steal a pair of their soiled panties I would take them and masturbate for hours. As I grew older and started having sex with girls my own age, my fantasies were still fixated on my mom and her sisters. My Aunt Cheri was a statuesque woman, standing 6 foot 2 inches tall. She was well built with long legs, a huge set of boobs and one of the tightest asses you have ever seen. My Mother was a tall elegant lady and she looked like a Greek Goddess. She had long blonde hair, medium sized breasts, long, ultra smooth tanned legs and the most beautiful blue eyes in the world. My Aunt Jennifer (the twins mom) on the other hand, was much more petite than Mom and Aunt Cheri. She only stood 5 foot 4 inches tall. While she did not inherit the long legs of her sisters she was still a stunningly beautiful woman. As much as I fantasized about the idea of making love to my aunts and my mother, I never dreamed one day my dreams could come true. Little did I know but my 18th birthday was going to change my life forever. Finally, after 4 years of trying, our next door neighbor's daughter; Karen Brown; agreed to go out on a real date with me. She was gorgeous and there was nothing I wouldn't do for her. From the first time I began noticing girls I was haphazardly in love with her. She had long blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. Sometimes in the light they would shine like the emeralds. I believe it was her eyes that attracted me to her the most. She was the first girl I ever kissed. My one major hurdle was she knew how I felt and it seemed she would do anything she could to torture me. If we were ever at the same party, she always made it a point to flirt and rub herself all over me. Hell, we must have made out hundreds of times over the years but every time it seemed like we were going to go all the way, she would stop me and say the exact same thing every time. "Whoa there big boy, I can't go all the way with you. You're still too young." My reply usually went like this. "What do you mean too young? You are only two years older than me; besides, it's not like I haven't been having sex with other girls! Damn, you know how I feel about you." It never mattered how much I begged, the night always ended up the same way, me leaving alone and going home with a bad case of blue balls. Tonight was going to be different. I didn't know why but I had a feeling something special was going to happen. Maybe the moons were aligning together at the right moment, I didn't know why but I was feeling real confident that tonight was going to be my night. First though, I had to endure the usual family birthday party. Mom was making a big fuss because it was my 21st birthday. She seemed so proud her little boy was becoming a man. She cooked a big meal, baked a cake and invited her mother, her sister Cheri and the Brown's from next door over to the house to eat dinner and cake. Mom was finishing dinner, as I came out of the shower. I had a towel wrapped around my midsection as I closed the bathroom door. Mom looked at me with her loving smile and said. "Look at you, my little boy is all grown up. You look so much like your father. He would be so proud of you. It seems just like yesterday, I was holding you in arms breast feeding you." I was doing all right until she mentioned the breast feeding, immediately my eyes went to her breasts and I imagined what it would be like to suckle her tits again. Almost instantaneously my cock began to harden and stick out between the fold of my towel. Suddenly I noticed a weird expression on my mom's face and realized what had happened. I grabbed the towel and stuttered "Mom, I am so sorry". Mom being Mom, took it all in stride, she began laughing and said. "It looks like you have grown up in more ways than one. You had better get dressed and put that thing away before it goes off." I ran into my room embarrassed beyond belief. I thought, "How was I going to face her? She must think I am a pervert." After composing myself and getting dressed, I looked out the door and saw my Mom, Aunt Cheri, and Grandma Sally talking and laughing. I figured they must talking about me. I knew then it was going to be a long evening. After thinking for a while, I finally decided to just walk out and act like nothing happened. Just as I walked into the dining room the doorbell rang. Mom said. "Honey, be a dear and get the door please while you're aunt and I will finish up dinner." Assuming they were still talking about me, I went to the front door. I just wanted to get dinner over with so I could finally go out with Karen on a real date. When I opened the door Karen was standing there looking unbelievable. She was always beautiful, but tonight, she looked extra spectacular. As she stepped inside, she hugged me close and whispered into my ear. "Well Superstar, was it worth the wait?" I've never been a person with a loss of words but tonight I couldn't seem to get the words I wanted to say out of my mouth. She hugged me close and for the second time this evening, my little head was doing all of the talking. My cock was getting hard again. To my surprise she grabbed my cock, gave it a gentle squeeze and said. "I will take that as a yes. Be patient, because starting tonight I plan to make all of your dreams come true." Still standing there with my mouth agape, I saw her parents coming up the walk. As they entered, Karen's mom (Elizabeth) gave me a big hug and wished me a happy birthday. I was hoping she did not feel my hard-on. Looking up at me she said. "It seems just like yesterday you and Karen were playing on the swings in the back yard. It's just so hard to imagine both of you all grown up." I was hoping she was not using a play on words when she said hard but in the back of my mind I knew she had felt my hard cock when she hugged me. I had little time to think about it because suddenly Karen's dad (Joe) grabbed my hand and started shaking it. He said. "We're all proud of you boy. You have grown into a fine young man. I'm also glad you finally came to your senses and decided to take my daughter out." Before I could tell him it wasn't me but Karen who did not want to date, she grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards the dining room. Looking over my shoulder to her dad she said. "Come on dad don't give him a hard time, he finally wised up." From the look in her eyes I took it is a sign to keep my mouth shut so that's exactly what I did. The way I looked at it, if keeping my mouth shut would help make my dreams come true then I was going to keep my mouth shut. As we entered the dining room to eat I was as nervous as a cat with a canary in his mouth. When we sat down it dawned on me I was sitting next to the woman of my dreams and sitting across from me were the women my fantasies centered on my whole life. My hormones were raging out of control. My eyes kept drifting back to my mom's tits. Ever since I stepped of the shower, I couldn't keep my eyes off them. Still, I was trying to think of anything other than all of the beautiful women I was surrounded by when I suddenly felt a sharp jab to my ribs. "Wake up Birthday Boy your mom just asked you a question. What part of outer space were you in?" Karen asked? "Ouch that hurt! Uhh, uhh, what was the question?" I exclaimed. Smiling, Mom looked down at her breasts and quickly back up at me and said. "I asked you where you and Karen are going later tonight, but it looks like you had your mind or something else." Feeling my face turn red and my cock lurch I replied. "Her best friend Shelley is having a party at the beach so we decided to stop by there for a little while, then later I have a special surprise planned for her. Tonight she gets anything she wants." I guess I was about 8 years old when my dad and I built this huge tree house in the woods about 1/2 mile from where we lived. Karen and I practically lived in the tree house every summer until she became a teenager. Her mom didn't think it was such a good idea for us to be camping out after that. Dad told me it had something to do with hormones but he never elaborated. My dad was killed in a car wreck shortly before my 13th birthday. The tree house was really special to me because we built it together. Over the years I went to it less and less. No matter what though, every year I made sure to put a new coat of paint on it and fix any of the broken boards on it. Whenever Karen or I had a problem or needed some privacy we would always go there. It was our special place. When I was 12 she gave me my first kiss there. Because of her I had good luck with girls. She taught me how to act around them and what they wanted. She reminded me time and time again, 'All of us girls act sweet and nice on the outside but on the inside we are all a little she devils.' I wanted my surprise for her to be really special. I made sure the old tree house was in perfect condition. I cleaned it from top to bottom and placed fancy candles all the way around the top ledge. I made sure to buy the perfect bottle of wine I knew she liked and had it chilling in an ice chest inside the tree house. My only hope was it didn't rain. The rest of dinner went fairly smooth until Karen started playing with my cock under the table. I thought my cock would bust through the confines of the shorts it was so hard. She was teasing me again and I knew it. I hoped after all the torture she had put me through over the years, tonight would be the night I'd been waiting for. After what seemed like hours, mom finally went into the kitchen and came out with my birthday cake. I was grateful for all the effort she had put forth for my birthday but I was antsy for this party to end. I really wanted to get out of the house and get on with my plan. Everyone sang Happy Birthday to me and I opened the presents everyone had brought. Mom bought me a new cell phone, Aunt Cheri gave me two new pairs of shorts and Karen's parents gave me and new watch. Karen told me, "You will have to wait until later for my gift. I hope it's what you've always wanted." I could only hope she had the same present in mind that I did. I started to thank everyone for my gifts when Grandma Sally asked. "Well Sport, don't you want my gift?" Grandma Sally always gave the best gifts. I immediately answered. "Of course Sally, (She never like to be called grandma, she said it made her feel old.) Where is it?" Tossing me a set of keys she told me. "It's right outside, go out back and take a look." There, sitting in the backyard was a fully restored cherry red 68 Ford stepside truck. I could not believe it. I bought one to restore when I turned 16 but like a lot of other things, I never got around to fixing it up. I gave Sally a big hug and thanked her over and over again. She told me. "Enjoy it! Now, you and Karen get out of here and have a good time. We old folks can manage without you two." I looked up at mom and asked, "Can we? I really don't mind if you want us to stay a little longer." She hugged me tight and whispered into my ear. "Go have some fun but be careful. Remember, if you're going to be late call me." After saying our goodbyes we hopped in the truck and headed to the party. Karen slid over in the seat next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. It felt so surreal with her sitting next to me. The feeling was one of Déjà vu. Maybe everything really was supposed to happen this way. I was broken from my reverie when Karen asked. "What's this special surprise you have planned for me tonight?" I told her, "I guess you are going to have to wait and see. I've been waiting three years for you to agree to go out on a real date with me; it won't hurt you to wait a few more hours. I promise you it will be worth the wait." Finally, I had the upper hand and it felt good to finally be in charge. Everything was going good until started rubbing my cock. Seductively she said. "You know, we don't have to Shelley's party. We could go somewhere private, just the two of us." She knew how to push my buttons and as much I wanted to go somewhere private, I decided to stick to my plan. I told her. "Listen; if we don't go to Shelley's, it might hurt her feelings. She's your best friend, besides we don't have to stay long. Let's pop in, drink a beer two and leave." She finally relented and agreed we needed to make an appearance. As soon as we arrived at Shelley's beach house, she grabbed me and gave me a passionate kiss. She reminded me. "Remember, we're only staying for a little while. Let's go get this over with so I can give your birthday present. I didn't want to give it to you in front of the family because if it's not what you wanted I would be awful embarrassed." I gave her big kiss and said. "I'm quite positive anything from you is exactly what I wanted. I promise we won't stay long, let's go say hi to Shelley and then we'll leave." She flashed me a toothy smile and we walked arm in arm up the driveway. There were at least 150 people partying around the swimming pool. I knew from previous experience we better stay away from the swimming pool or it wouldn't be long before someone pushed us in. Karen was looking for Shelley while I went to find the beer. I grabbed a couple of beers when my friend Brad showed up and said. "What's up dude? I see your here with Karen. Do you think she's finally going to let you go all the way?" I was just about to answer him when Karen and Shelley walked up. Shelly gave me a hug and wished me a Happy Birthday. I told her thank you and handed Karen a beer. Brad was already about half drunk and when he heard Shelley wish me a Happy Birthday I knew he was going to make a scene. Immediately he started telling everybody it was my birthday. Before I knew it, Brad and about three guys had picked me up and were heading towards the pool with me. I knew they were going to throw me in when suddenly Shelly ran in front of them and yelled. "You better put him down right now or so help me god I'll make every one of you leave!" Guys being guys, they went to push their way past her. They didn't know Shelly the way I did. She could be very forceful when she wanted and what their dumbasses didn't realize was she had the advantage. They were barefooted and she had shoes on. Just as they were about to throw me in the pool she started stomping on their toes. They dropped me like a rock and I landed with a thud on the concrete surrounding the pool. I'd never heard so much screaming and whining from four big ol' boys in my whole life. She had stomped their toes real good. Brad finally reached down and pulled me up. He looked over at Shelley and told her. "I'm sorry Shelley, we were just having fun. We didn't mean anything by it." She told him. "Forget it, but next time I won't be so nice." Karen came running up almost in tears. I told her to calm down, they were just having fun but she would have none of it. I finally had to remind her about the last pool party we both attended. It was two weeks earlier and I knew Karen was going to be at some frat party. I thought I would be devious and make her jealous. That night, I decided to take a girl (Kathy Andrews) I knew she hated. To make a long story short, we were not at the frat party very long before someone decided I needed to be wet. Before I knew what happened, someone shoved me in the pool. When I stood up in the pool; I looked around to see who had thrown me in. Who should be standing there, little miss Karen herself. She was laughing it up good when someone shoved her in the pool. She was mad as a hornet. Now it was my turn to laugh. My laughing was pissing her off even more. The next thing I knew she jumped on my back and began ducking my head underwater. I flipped her off of me and dunked her under the water a few times before I held her in place where she couldn't dunk me. If looks could kill I would have been dead. I had seen that look a million times growing up. It was as if she was looking right through me. Knowing there was going to be hell to pay; I decided it was time to get out of the pool when she shouted out loud where everyone could hear. "I wouldn't have pushed you in the damned pool if you hadn't come here with that bitch! You know I can't stand her! Why would you want to hurt me?" Not even thinking, I screamed back at her. "I wouldn't have come with that bitch except I knew it was going to piss you off! Why would it hurt you? You're the one who always informs me I'm too young for you!! Needless to say Karen started crying. She always seemed to get her way because she knew I couldn't stand to see her cry. I pulled her to me and held her tight when suddenly out of nowhere Kathy jumped in the pool and began pulling Karen by the hair and screaming. "I'm a bitch; well let me show you what a real bitch is!" It took awhile but after I pulled the two of them apart I took Kathy home. I tried to apologize to her but she wouldn't hear of it. Needless to say, I didn't get any pussy that night or any other night for the next two weeks. After the way I hurt Kathy's feelings there wasn't any way any of her friends would have anything to do with me for a long awhile. Meanwhile, back at Shelley's party I had finally calmed Karen down. We were sitting at a table on Shelley's patio talking when Karen excused herself to use the restroom. Shelley reached across the table and placed her hand on top of mine. She told me. "I'm so glad two of you are finally together. You're perfect for each other. I want you to know even if she doesn't always act like it, she's hopelessly in love with you." I looked back at her and said. "She's had a damn funny way of showing it the last few years. Why hasn't she told me herself? She knows exactly how I feel. Why doesn't she just come right out and fill me how she feels?" Gripping my hand tight Shelley tried to answer my questions. "I wished I knew why she hasn't told you how she feels but I do know one thing, she loves you. I'm just hoping tonight is the start of something special for the two of you." I'd never seen this side to Shelley before. She was Karen's best friend and whenever we would fight (which was quite often) Shelley always took her side. I was just about to tell her how much in love I was with Karen but she came back from the restroom. Karen looked at Shelley holding my hand and jokingly asked her. "Are you trying to steal my birthday boy from me? You could at least wait until we finished our first real date." Shelley laughed and told her. "Trust me, he's not my type. You're not pawning him off on me. You're stuck with him." "What do you mean not your type? You'd be lucky to have a man like me." I retorted. Still joking, Shelly told me. "Listen little boy, when you grow up give me a call." Dreams Do Come True I knew the two girls wanted to talk so I left to get another beer. I had just opened it when one of my old girlfriends (Cindy Jackson) walked up. She gave me a hug and asked. "Are you here by yourself? I've missed you so much." I told her. "It has been a long time but to answer your question; no, I'm not here alone. Karen is here with me. How have you been?" She immediately answered. "I've been good but what are you doing here with Karen? You have been down that road to nowhere before." I was trying to explain to her it was different this time when Karen walked up. She took me by the arm and said. "Hello Cindy, how have things been with you lately? It's been a long time since I've seen you." Cindy began telling Karen everything she had been doing over the last couple of weeks and the two of them talked like best friends and it was really making me nervous because I knew they never really cared for each other. I was waiting for an argument to start when Karen looked at me and said. "I'm ready to go if you are. Cindy it was good seeing you, have a good time." Cindy told us she would see us later and went to mingle with another group of her friends. I looked at Karen and asked her. "Was that weird or was it just me?" Giving me one of those 'what do you mean' looks she said. "Why would it be weird? What, did you think I'd be jealous? She's just one of your old girlfriends. If I was jealous of every one of your old girlfriends I would be angry all the time. Think about it, if you remember I set you up with quite a few of them." I figured the best thing to do was to drop the subject so I picked her up threw her over my shoulder and started to the truck. She kept squealing at me to put her down but while I had the upper hand I decided to keep it. Every few steps I would slap her on the ass and tell her to be quite. She was still squawking when we reached the truck. I wanted to keep the upper hand so when I put her down I kissed her immediately. She kept trying to pull her head away but I kept kissing her and before long, she responded by kissing me back. I had kissed her a thousand times before but this kiss was different. This was a feeling of belonging. I think all of the other times we kissed were just practice for this magic moment. I could feel her body shivering as we broke our kiss. I was looking deep into her eyes when I saw a couple of tears. Before I could ask if something was wrong, she said. "I love you. I always have and always will. Let's go before I start crying all over the place." Even though we grew up together this was the first time she ever told she loved me. It wasn't the normal, 'I love you', this was the kind that only comes from deep down in your heart. Feeling tears welling up in my eyes I helped her into the truck and shut the door. As I climbed in the driver side she slid over next to me and laid her head on my shoulder again. I put my arm around her and said. "I've waited for this for a long time; you are my dream come true." She held onto me tight as I started the truck and drove away from the party. She didn't say another word until she noticed I was driving towards home. Looking up at me she asked. "Where are we going?" I decided to use her favorite phrase when I told her. "Just be patient, it's a surprise." I pulled the truck over to the side of the road and pulled a blindfold from my pocket. She gave me a quizzical look when I told her to put it on. She started to question me so I told her. "Trust me; I've been planning this for a long time. What ever you do, don't peek or you will spoil everything. Can you do that?" She nodded but did not say a word. I could only hope my plan would work. I drove down the little winding dirt road until we were about 25 yards from our old tree house. When I turned the truck off I told her. "I'll be right back, you wait right here and don't take the blindfold off until I tell you." I jumped out of the truck and ran the short distance to the tree house. Immediately I began lighting all of the candles I set out earlier. It took me a little longer than anticipated because I kept looking for her to come walking down the path. When I finished lighting the last candle I climbed from the tree house and ran back to the truck. I looked for signs to see if she had followed me but it was too dark for me to tell. I was breathing a little hard when I opened the door of the truck and helped her out. She asked me. "Are you okay? Why are you breathing hard?" I explained to her I was just excited and started leading her towards the tree house when she stopped me and said. "I have a confession to make. I know where we're going because I saw you earlier this afternoon. At first I was going to sneak up and try to scare you but when I saw what you were doing I hid in the bushes and just watched you. I hope you're not angry with me." I pulled the blindfold off of her and said. "I really wanted to surprise you but there's nothing going to spoil tonight. When you told me how much you loved me, I knew we were meant to be together. I've been waiting for you to tell me 'I love you' since I was 13 years old." Overcome with emotions she jumped into my arms and we began to embrace. After all these years we were finally together as a couple. No one or no thing would ever be able to come between us after tonight. I begin carrying her to the place we first kissed. We could see the flickering light of the candles with each step closer to the tree house. I told her to close her eyes while I carried her the last few short steps. When we came into the clearing I set her down and told her to open her eyes. As her eyes fluttered open, her tears started again. "It's more beautiful than I could have imagined. Do you remember our first kiss? I know I told you then you weren't my first kiss, I lied. I must've." Placing my finger on her sweet lips I stopped her in midsentence and told her. "Shhh, nothing else matters but what happens tonight. We might have taken the long road to get here but now we're here together and it's all that matters." I put my hand and hers and we walked the rest of the way to the tree house. When we reached the bottom of it she gave me a quick kiss and ascended the ladder. I followed behind, thinking to myself, how great the night was turning out. As I stepped over the last rung of the ladder into the tree house I watched her go to the far corner and retrieve a small blue bag. I wondered to myself. 'Where did that come from?' She handed me the bag and told me to open it. When I opened the bag I saw what looked to be a pocket watch. It was beautiful. She exclaimed, "I hope you like it! Go ahead, open it up!" When I pushed the button on what I thought was a pocket watch, I saw a picture of Karen. Damn, she looked beautiful. Next to her picture was an engraving. It read, You Are Now, Have Always Been and Will Forever Be, My One True Love, Love Karen.' I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I pulled her close and kissed her long and hard. I never wanted this night to end. She was in my arms and I never wanted to let her go. Gently breaking our kiss she looked into my eyes and said. "I want to be with you wherever are. Please carry it with you wherever you go." I told her, "Of course, I will keep it with me always. How come you haven't told me this before? I've told you over and over you were the only girl for me." She started to tremble so I hugged her tight. "It's really hard to describe. I think I was afraid you would break my heart. I know it sounds crazy but I thought if I pretended you were too young for me, I couldn't be in love with you. Yet, as each year passed and you never stopped pursuing me it became harder and harder for me to deny my love for you. Two weeks ago when you brought Kathy Andrews to the party I couldn't hide my feelings any longer. I was so mad at you. I felt like my heart broke in two." I felt so bad listening to her tell me the way she felt. All these years when I thought she was just torturing me, she was torturing herself too. I thought I probably should have taken the time to notice how she really felt about me. I looked into her eyes and told her. "I'm so sorry, if I knew it was going to hurt you so bad I never would have brought her to the party but I'm not going to lie, I was trying to make you jealous. Honestly, I never was able to tell how you really felt about me. Hell, you even set me up with some of the girls I went out with. If you were in love with me, why did you do it? "I think I set you up with those girls because I knew they weren't a threat to me. Don't feel bad because you brought Kathy to the party. I'm glad you did because it finally brought me to the realization of how much I love you." Karen explained. Overcome with emotion I pulled her to me and gently kissed her. As I moved my kisses from her mouth to the nape of her neck she started to moan. Over the years she had shown me the proper places to kiss a woman and I planned on kissing every one of those places on her tonight. We had practiced many times and I'd come so close to making love with her before, I definitely wasn't going to waste this opportunity pass me by. I could feel her body shiver each time I placed my lips on her soft skin. Because of her I had the confidence knowing when I was touching all of the right places. We had played this game so many times before, but tonight would be different. I knew tonight would be the night; we finally went all the way. Suddenly she whispered in my ear and it was my turn to be stunned, "Please be gentle with me, I've waited for you for so long. I'm a virgin." My mind was whirling as I thought. 'What, a virgin? I can't believe it. She dated as often as I did, probably a little more.' It was as if she was reading my mind when she said. "It's true. I always knew deep down my first time would be with you." "I'm so sorry I didn't wait for" I started to say when she placed three fingers to my lips and said. "It's okay, I wanted it this way. It's your time to show me what to do." After hearing her words the palm's of my hands begin to sweat. I was more nervous than the night I lost my virginity. I could feel every beat of my heart. She was not just another conquest, she was the woman I've been in love with my whole life. The pressure was unbelievable. I thought, 'What if I screw this up and she doesn't enjoy it? How can I live up to her expectations?' Sensing my sudden nervousness, Karen pulled my shirt over my head and whispered. "Just do what comes natural, this moment was meant to be." Once I was shirtless, she unbuckled my belt and slowly pulled my shorts down to my ankles. This was farther than we had ever gone before. I could feel my legs shaking when she turned and asked me to unbutton her dress. My hands were shaking as I undid the first button, with the undoing of each button my nervousness subsided. When I finished with the last button she turned to face me. The look on her face brought a calmness to me. She lay back on the large sleeping bag I had only laid out a few minutes earlier. She motioned for me to join her and said. "It's time; make love to me like I'm the only woman in this world." My cock was so hard it hurt as I moved between her legs. Her juices glistened in the moonlight as I placed my cock at the entrance of her love canal. I slowly placed the head of my cock into her already wet pussy and she began to gasp. As I slowly descended inside of her unbelievably tight pussy she would 'ooh and aah'. I probably had 2/3 of my cock inside of her what I felt a sudden resistance. I had reached her maidenhead. I was afraid if I pushed too hard it might hurt her real bad. Sensing my apprehension, Karen pulled me to her mouth, as our lips met she whimpered. "I'm ready, make me yours." I pulled my cock until the tip of its angry head was almost out of her tight pussy and started to slowly build up a rhythm. I began stroking my cock into her at a steady pace when, with one violent thrust, I slammed my whole cock deep inside of her. When I felt her hymen break, I stopped to give her time to adjust to the pain. She smiled up at me with tiny tears in her eyes. I told her I was sorry it hurt but she reassured me her tears, were tears of joy. After holding myself still for awhile I started to slowly make love to her again. It was only mere moments before we began to build up a pretty frenetic pace. Each time I descended into her treasure box she would meet my strokes with her own vigorous thrusts. We no longer were just best friends, we were soulmates. From this night on, we had become one. I could see beads of sweat forming above her upper lip and could feel her body responding with each stroke of my cock. My heart was beating so fast I thought it might burst from my chest. Her desire was had become desire. Finally, I began slamming my cock hard into her volcanic pussy. I was fucking her so hard I could feel her ass sliding across the sleeping bag. If I didn't slow down soon she would end up with splinters in her ass from the tree house floor. Thinking quickly, I grabbed ahold of her ass and lay back and pulled her on top of me. When she started to slide down my cock she squealed. "Ooh my lord feels so goood! I, I, never knew it could feel this good! Hurry, gotta hurry, going to cum soooon!" She was sliding up and down my cock at a rapid pace. Each time her pelvis slammed against mine there was a huge squishing sound because her pussy was overflowing with her juices. She was bouncing up and down on my cock so hard; at times I thought she might bounce right off my cock. Our desire was driving us into depths of pleasure neither of us had ever known. Sensing she was close, I started slamming my cock up into her as fast as humanly possible. Up and down, up and down, I was raising my hips up to meet each of her thrusts I needed her to cum soon because I knew I wouldn't last much longer. I was just too excited. Then, it abruptly happened. I felt her cunt muscles spasm around my cock and she screamed. "Ooohhh god, ooohhh godd, I'm Cumminggg. Feeelss sooo goood!" The tree house was swaying to and fro as she kept impaling herself on my cock. I thought she was trying to drive my ass through the floor she was bouncing on my cock so hard. Slowly she began to ease her tempo. When her orgasm began to pass, I started slamming my cock back into her sopping wet pussy again. When she leaned down to kiss me, her whole body felt like it was on fire as her sweaty breasts pressed against my hairy chest. Karen began mumbling incoherently while I kept assaulting her pussy with my ready to explode cock. Feeling the familiar feeling boiling up in my balls, I knew I was going to cum. My body was succumbing to its primal urges. Without warning, I slammed my cock deep inside of her and grunted out loud as my cock exploded like a volcano. Blast after blast of my hot cum splashed against the inner walls of her inflamed pussy. I was totally satiated, almost to the point I was unable to speak. I thought our love session was over when I felt her pussy constrict tight around my cock again and immediately Karen screamed out. "Ohh, Aahh, Ohh, I can't Believe It! I'm Cumming agaaiinn! Her lips were quivering and her whole body was trembling with pleasure. Her head was swinging back and forth and side to side while she kept mumbling, "Never before, never before, never before. I can't believe it, Ooohhh godd, Ooohhh godd!" Eventually, after her orgasm subsided, she collapsed on top of me. I brushed a few of the beautiful blonde strands of her hair out of her eyes and told her. "You are amazing, absolutely amazing. I have dreamed of this moment for years but my dreams pale in comparison to what just happened between us. I love you, now and forever." I kissed her gently on the lips and we fell asleep in each other's arms. I really don't think anyone can experience the feeling we had just experienced unless they make love to their one true soulmate. There is a myriad of emotions. You feel love, adoration, lust, even sadness because you never want the feeling to end. It's a feeling of total and everlasting bliss. I don't know how long we were asleep but when I awoke, Karen was lying beside me with arms wrapped around me. I wanted to wake up like this every day for the rest of my life. We just looked deep into each others eyes for a long time. No words needed to be spoken about what had just transpired between us. Our feelings for each other would never be denied again. Finally she was the first to speak. She put her hand over my heart and said. "I hope you know how fantastic you are. If I knew things would turn out like this I wouldn't have waited so long to tell you how I really feel. I love you; I really, really do love you." Before she could say another word I pulled her to me and kissed her long and hard. When we broke our kiss I could see tears welling up in her eyes again. She started to bow her head so I asked her. "What's wrong? Aren't you as happy as I am?" Slowly she raised her head and told me. "Of course I am. You have made me the happiest woman on the face of this earth but listen, we have to talk. I have a secret I need to tell you and I don't know how you will react." Placing my hand underneath her chin and looking deep into her eyes I asked her. "Secret, what kind of secret are you talking about? What do you mean you don't know how I will react?" Timidly she said. "Do you remember last night when I'd told you I was a virgin?" I nodded my head and she continued. "While it's true I've never made love to another man, I, I, I, have made love to another woman. Please don't hate me." She started to turn her head to look away from me when I stopped her. After a short while she finally began to explain. "Do you remember the night I pushed you in the pool because you brought Kathy to the party?" I nodded yes while she nervously continued. "Well, uh, I was so mad and hurt at the same time, when I left I stopped by Bankston Tavern and ended up getting wasted. Luckily, someone who knew me was there and they helped me to their car and took me to their house to sober up. After we were inside her house, she fixed some coffee and we started talking. I was explaining to her why I was so upset with you and I, I, uh, I, uh, don't know exactly what happened next. Suddenly she kissed me and I guess maybe it was because I was drunk and vulnerable but I kissed her back and before I knew it we were making love in her bed. Please don't hate me?" While I was shocked by her confession she had made love to another woman, it didn't change the way I felt about her. As a matter of fact it was kind of exciting. Looking deep into her eyes I told her. "Listen to me, I love you and always will. What you've just told me doesn't change the way I feel about you. If you love me the way you said you did earlier tonight, there's nothing that can ever come between us." I was expecting to see her beautiful smile but was disappointed. "I haven't explained to you the worst part yet." She said. "What worst part? What do you mean?" I asked. By now she was crying. "The worst part is about the person I slept with. I know once I tell you her name you will never be able to forgive me." She answered me. Knowing I needed to do something to calm her down I pulled her to me and hugged her tight against my body. I whispered in her ear. "Trust me, I could care less who the person was you slept with. If you decide you want to tell me who she is, fine. If you don't then that's fine too. I love you and nothing is ever going to come between us ever again. I promise you that." I had been holding her close for several minutes when she whispered into my ear. "The woman I slept with was your aunt, Cheri." Dreams Do Come True To be continued ......................... In chapter two Karen and Chris deflower his lesbian aunt. All feedback is welcome, good or bad. Suggestions on plot are also welcome. Thank you for reading my story. Dreams Do Come True! John and Mistie are a married couple. John is 33 years old and Mistie is 32 years old. They were recently married and are very happy. John is a computer technician at a very well known company. Mistie is a data processor working at a very popular firm based out of California. The couple's sex life is very erotic. They make love every night for hours, which leaves very little time for sleep. John and Mistie like buying strange sexual gadgets off of Ebay. After a couple hours of searching, Mistie found a weird shrinking and enlarging machine that is ran by lasers. Interested in its capabilities, she bought the machine and waited excitedly for it to arrive. Later that night in bed, Mistie told John about a dream she kept having for the past couple of days about John being miniature in size and doing erotic things to her. John listened and started thinking about the possibilities. Mistie told him about the sexual machine that she just bought and wondered if he would like to see if it would work just like in her dream. John agreed and seemed very excited. After a few days, Mistie arrived home from work and there was a delivery truck parked out in front of her house. She knew why the truck was there and she could feel herself getting hot and moist in her loins. She told the delivery guys she wanted it assembled in her bedroom facing the bed. After a few hours of excruciating torture the delivery guys finally had the machine set up and left. Mistie ran up the stairs to see what the new sexual machine looked like. When she was standing in front of it, she noticed that there was a small black remote about the size of a cell phone attached to the front of the machine. Mistie walked over to her side of the bed and placed the remote under her pillow for later use. She looked at her alarm clock and noticed that John would be coming home from work in about thirty minutes. She instantly was wet; thinking about what John was going to be eating for dinner instead of their usual Friday night dinner at the local Olive Garden. She slid her dress off and threw it onto the floor. She slid under the covers, counting down each agonizing minute. The more she looked at the machine and thought about what was to come, the hotter and wetter she got. After getting so excited with the anticipation to come, she slid her left hand over her mound, feeling her way past her lips and softly pinched her swollen clit. She imagines how easy it would be to push John up inside her hungry valley as wet as she was. She would then part her lips with two fingers and slips two fingers inside her wet, hot valley. She gasps as she hears the front door open and close. As John made his way upstairs to change his clothes from a long day of work, he walked into the bedroom and sees his hot wife peeking at him with just the top of her head above the covers. She stares at his bulge as he strips down to his boxers. Before he could see the machine at the foot of the bed towards the wall, she reached up out of bed and grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her. She kissed him passionately and helped him pull his boxers off. She grabbed his head with both hands, pushing him down between her legs. She whispers with a shaky voice "You can eat down at the Y tonight dear husband." She parted her already wet lips with two fingers as he slowly kissed and licked them. She pulled her left hand back up and slid it under her pillow and found the remote. She wrapped her legs around his neck as he darted his tongue in and out of her hot and slippery opening. She gasps and arches her back as she feels little waves of pleasure surge through her body. John places his mouth on her swollen clit and clamps his teeth gently as she explodes, thrashing her head around and fighting to catch her breath. She felt like she had her first most intense squirting orgasm ever and just the thought of her juices squirting into his mouth and down his throat sent her into another orgasm. Mistie, lying there with little beads of sweat appearing on her breasts and stomach. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair with her right hand. She slowly slides the remote out and points it at the machine with her index finger on the button labeled "shrink". A flash of light fills the room as a neon purple beam projects from the front of the machine hitting John in the back. John slowly starts to decrease in size to the size of a toy action figure. John passed out for only a few seconds from the shock of the laser. When he awoke, he found himself still between her legs with his feet firmly placed in the palm of her right hand and his head positioned at the opening of her hungry, wet valley. She parted her lips and said "See what you can do on the inside my dear husband." As he started to protest, she started to raise her hand closer to her pussy, forcing his head into her hungry opening. She pushed him inside so she could only see him from his shoulders down. She pushed a little harder as her muscles started to relax, accepting him inside. Mistie gently bit down on her bottom lip when she let her pussy muscles take over, slowly sucking his squirming body deeper inside. She looked down and saw the last of his body sleep inside. She could feel his hands and legs moving inside and this sent waves through her body once again. He was running his hands all over her wet tunnel as her muscles clamped down on him, squeezing and slowly pulling him deeper. Her muscles stopped as he hit her G spot where he rubbed and was brushing up against it. She arched her back and started savagely rubbing her clit. With her other hand, she started pinching her nipples and kneading her perky breasts. She knew he was deep inside her and wondered how much deeper he could go. Her muscles took over once again pulling him the rest of the way in. He worked his hands against her wet flesh hitting her cervix. Waves of pleasure hit her like a bolt of lightening, as she thrashed her head from side to side. Her juices squirting out of her as she climaxed like she never did before. Mistie passes out for a few moments from the massive orgasms that surged through her body. John slowly slides his way down her tunnel while licking along her flesh. Her muscles grabbed him and slowly pushed him to her opening. He jumped onto the bed as she awoke. She grabbed the remote and hit the "enlarge" button. The neon blue beam came out once again and it brought him back to normal size. He collapsed next to her and passed out. Dreams Do Come True A chance encounter was all it took, really. I stood behind the counter with my palms pressed against the tiled surface. I was – and still am – a barista at Manic Mondays, a local coffee shop in a Wisconsin college town. The population of the town itself was around 65,000, and roughly a sixth of that was the student body. I was a student myself, and we comprised the bulk of Manic Mondays' clientele. There were also the non-student regulars, who were middle-aged and older community members that had been coming in for many years. The last demographic, and by far the smallest, were people passing through town or staying here on business. While it was doubtful I'd see their faces again, they were my favorites. Ever the introvert, I relished in the fact that I didn't need to concern myself with becoming acquainted with them on the level expected of Manic Mondays baristas. This particular day was rather slow. It was around 1pm on a mid-July Wednesday. Classes weren't in session, save the handful of summer courses the university offered. Consequently, students had no exams to cram for, and no last-minute projects to complete. This meant that alcohol replaced caffeine as most students' chemical compound of choice—more so than during the semester, anyway. The regulars were still at work; they wouldn't begin to congregate here until 4:30 at the earliest. As it happened, I was the only person inside Manic Mondays. The chairs, couches, loveseats, and stools were empty. I stared the screen of my iPod as I skipped through track after track. Why, I thought to myself, did I put them on here if I didn't want to listen to them? The door opened and the bell rang, alerting me to the presence of a customer. "Hello," I said, my eyes still staring at the screen. "Hello!" spoke a soft, feminine voice. The voice stood out due to its erudite-sounding English accent. My initial thoughts were about what could possibly bring an Englishwoman to a Wisconsin town of little importance. This confusion was multiplied a hundredfold when I looked up and saw Emma Watson standing at the counter. "Hello, Miss Watson," I stammered out. Though the nerves were evident in my shaky voice, though it still came across much better than saying nothing at all. "At least you realize who I am," she joked. "It's even stranger when people haven't a clue who I am. I mean, where have you been the past decade and a half?" The sarcastic tone of her voice made her more endearing and relatable, and it also made it clear she wasn't concerned whether people were aware of her high-profile celebrity status. Her eyes glanced up and she examined the menu hanging above the counter. She tilted her head from side to side as she pondered her options. "Just a cup of your darkest coffee," she decided after about thirty seconds. "Room for cream, Miss Watson?" I asked, pouring the coffee into the small ceramic glass. She shook her head. "Emma," she said as I handed her the cup. "Call me Emma. Tell me, how old are you?" "Twenty-three." "Well then, that makes two of us! As we're the same age, there's no reason you can't call me Emma." She smiled and sat down on one of the stools at the counter; she set her small handbag onto the stool to her left. She sipped her coffee and then nodded her head in approval. "Pretty good! Now, what's your name? You already know mine." "Chris," I told her. My eyes followed her slender fingers as they unclasped the cup and placed it onto one of the tiles on the counter. "So, I have to ask, Emma," I said, noticing the smile on her face at having been called something other than 'Miss Watson,' "What brings you here? I mean, we aren't exactly a fancy town, and we're in Wisconsin no less." There wasn't a lot to keep me in this town, to be honest. It made even less sense for Emma Watson, of all people, to be here. "Well, I'm technically in Minneapolis. I'm in a movie that's set in Minnesota, and it begins filming in a few months. The director wanted us to become immersed in the culture and, more importantly, the accent," she said, her voice switching to a comical caricature of a Minnesotan accent. "Anyway," she said, returning to her native English accent, "It's an 'off week' for us, meaning we're free to travel around, provided it's within driving distance, of course. A few assistants happen to be from this area, and they suggested I come here. They were students here a few years back, I think. They also happened to suggest Manic Mondays when I asked about places to visit. I heard there was a good atmosphere in this town: Nice people, neat things to do, and," she pointed up, indicating the music playing over the speakers, "a good music scene." The current track was Bon Iver's "Skinny Love." I wasn't the biggest fan of Bon Iver, I must confess. However, enough of our clientele listened to his music that I felt compelled to include at least a handful of Bon Iver songs on my iPod. "He went to school here, you know? Justin Vernon, that is, the main guy in Bon Iver. Every once in a while he stops in here." "Oh, really? I'd heard he was from the area, but I didn't know that." "Yeah. He's about as 'celebrity' as we're accustomed to," I laughed. She laughed back, which relaxed me. I was glad I hadn't offended her. "What do you do when you're not hobnobbing with the upper crust here?" she asked, winking. "I'm a student, actually. I'm studying political science. Ultimately I'd like to travel, or maybe teach, but until then I've got this to look forward to," I said, pointing to the coffee bean grinder behind me. "That's great! I recently graduated myself. English literature." "Congratulations, Emma! I'm inclined to say, 'I'll drink to that,' but we're in a coffee shop, and I'm at work. What did you think of the American university system?" I asked, knowing she'd attended most of her college years at Brown. "It was pretty nice, I'd say. Programs here in the States take longer than ones back in the U.K., which always confused my parents. They constantly inquired why I still wasn't finished with my schooling. I rather enjoyed the university and the people. After the first week of class, the other students got over the fact that they were in class with Hermione. It took a few stern glances to stop them from saying, 'Ten points to Gryffindor!' whenever I answered a question," she laughed. Emma and I spent the next few hours in conversation. Every so often another customer would walk in and fawn over Emma's presence. They then would order their coffee, wish Emma good luck on her future endeavors, and then leave. I looked at the clock above the door. It was about 3:50, and in ten minutes my shift was over. "Say, Emma," I began. It felt like there was a lump in my throat. "I'm done with work in ten minutes. Since I'll probably never have the chance to ask this again, I'll do it now: Would you like to hang out after this? Have a drink together or something?" Emma finished what was her fourth or fifth cup of coffee. "Sure," she said. There was no hint of sarcasm in her voice. "For the sake of actually being able to talk together, would you mind if we did this at your place? It would be a lot easier than trying to just 'hang out' at a bar. Unless you're just dying to watch me sign autographs for several hours." She winked at me. I shook my head. "No, my place is just fine!" "If it's all the same, I'll grab a ride with you." She pulled an unassuming cell phone out of her handbag and quickly composed and sent a text message. "Just had to tell the assistant who drove me here to find something else to do for a bit. He's from the area, so that shouldn't be too challenging." My coworker arrived almost exactly after Emma had returned her phone into her bag. She was a middle-aged woman who seemed to regard Emma as one more patron; she gave no signs of knowing that a world-famous actress was in Manic Mondays. "Have a good one," she told me. Our shifts never overlapped, and consequently "have a good one" was about all I ever heard from her. "You too," I said. I turned and smiled at Emma. "Shall we?" She nodded her head, and we walked out to my car. ....................... I returned into my living room, holding two opened bottles of beer. I handed one to Emma, and sat next to her on the black futon. Thank God I cleaned this morning, I thought to myself. "Enjoy!" I told her. "It's a local beer. So local, in fact, that it's actually illegal to sell or distribute it outside of Wisconsin." We clinked our glasses together and took a swig. She glanced around the room, sizing it up. "It's nice," she at last concluded. "Really?" I asked. Even on good days I never rated my apartment any higher than 'livable.' "Yes! Most people think celebrities want large, luxurious mansions," she said, motioning with her hands. "Some of them do, yes, but not me. I want to live somewhere that feels like home, and I've never had that feeling in large houses." She leaned against the back of the futon and let out a sigh. "God, it feels good to just relax." She took another sip of beer and licked her lips. "If you'd like Emma, you're perfectly welcome to live here," I said, half-joking. God knows I would enjoy having her live here. "It would certainly help having someone to split the rent with. I'm just unsure of where you'd sleep. It's a one-bedroom place, and the futon isn't comfortable for more than an hour or two at a time." "I'm sure there's plenty of space in bed," she said with a wink. Oh, my God, I thought to myself, is Emma Watson—yes, Emma Watson!—flirting with me? "Well, it's queen sized," I said. I could think of nothing else to say, but it still sounded rather unintelligent. "Excellent! I'll call my agent and tell him to arrange for my move here," she laughed. She suddenly moved closer to me. "You know, I like you. You're—you're real," she said, putting her free hand on my knee. "And it doesn't hurt that you're pretty cute." "Emma," I trailed off. At this point, I had no idea what to say. Thankfully Emma seemed willing to do the talking for the both of us. She set her bottle onto the coffee table. She removed the bottle from my hands and placed it beside hers. She then leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I returned the kiss, and placed a hand on her thigh. I felt my penis twitch and begin to grow erect. Emma and I began to make out; our hands began to explore one another's body. She could tell that I was obviously a bit nervous as to what was acceptable; my hands were confined to her thighs and stomach. Emma grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her breasts. "You can play with my boobs, silly," she said before returning her lips to mine. I was more than willing to take Emma up on this offer. My hands gently massaged Emma's pert breasts through her top. "Here," she said. She reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, then reached up her shirt, removed the bra, and handed it to me. I looked at Emma and then the bra. 34B, the tag read. "That should make it easier." Feeling emboldened by Emma's obvious advances, I slid my hand up Emma's blouse. My fingers came into contact with her stomach. Her fair, English skin was warm and smooth. My hand made its way to Emma's breasts. Her nipples were just a little smaller than would be expected for a woman with 34B breasts, and I could feel that they were somewhat erect. Emma stood up and carefully unbuttoned her blouse before slinging it over the back of the futon. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that Emma Watson would be topless in my apartment, standing in front of me. "You're so gorgeous, Emma," I told her. She put her finger over my lips and then, facing me, positioned herself atop me and straddled my hips. Emma grasped the hemline of my shirt and lifted it over my head. She leaned into me, and a shiver ran down my spine as her breasts pressed against my bare, hair-covered chest. As we made out, my hands alternated between her breasts, hair, face, and butt. Each time I squeezed her butt—which, might I add, has the perfect amount of fat to it for a woman of her build—I would allow my fingers to trail down to her thighs, where I worked on hiking her skirt up. Emma stood up and slid her skirt to the floor, revealing her black, lace boyshort panties. I reached out and put my hand on her pussy mound; I could feel the heat emanating from her crotch. "I want you," she gasped as I softly groped her through her panties. "If I'm going to be sharing a bed, I ought to see how it is," she said. I nodded and stood up. My penis, which was at this point fully erect, formed a tent in my beige shorts. This didn't seem to faze Emma. "This way," I said, leading her into my bedroom. The walls were adorned with posters. In the corner was my desk, empty except for a closed laptop, a few pens, and a coffeemaker. The bed was neatly made, and the taut comforter concealed a few pillows. "The bed in my hotel room in Minneapolis is certainly not this made up," she laughed. "We'll have to change that!" She grabbed a corner of the comforter and sheets, and pulled them back. I unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and allowed them to fall to the floor of my bedroom. Emma licked her lips as she gazed at the blatantly obvious erection in my white/blue plaid boxer shorts. She reached out and grabbed my erect penis. "Emma, I want you on the edge of the bed," I said, feeling less nervous. Knowing what was to follow, Emma obliged. She sat down at the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Still standing, I positioned myself between her legs. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. This time, my lips trailed down her body: First, her slender neck; her round breasts, where my lips spent a good minute or two suckling at each hardened nipple; then to her stomach. I grabbed the waistband of her panties, and Emma lifted her legs and ass an inch or two into the air, which allowed me to remove her panties. I looked down at Emma's pussy in admiration. Emma was too sophisticated to completely shave her pubic hair, but she did neatly trim it back; a thin layer of dark brown pubic hair covered her mound. I ran my fingers along her pubic hair before finally tracing the outlines of her lips. She let out a groan. I lowered myself onto my knees and buried my face between Emma's soft, creamy thighs, the pale hue of which I found greatly arousing. Emma was rather wet, and I stuck my tongue out and lapped up the juices, eagerly swallowing them. "You taste amazing, Emma," I told her. While I said that to every woman I went down on, Emma was one of the first who truly did taste amazing. I loudly moaned, still enjoying the taste of her sweet nectar on my tongue. "Yeah?" she asked, as if seeking reassurance. Surely, I thought, at least one person besides myself has told Emma Watson how great her pussy tastes. "Yeah," I stated plaintively. I slowly slid my right index and middle finger into her pussy, causing her to gasp. Jesus, even her cunt smells amazing. Using my left hand I spread her lips apart, exposing her engorged clitoris. "Oh, Emma," I moaned before firmly pressing my tongue against it. "Oh!" she let out. Just hearing her darling English accent made me eat her out more vigorously. She ran her hands through my dark brown hair. I began to teasingly suck on her clitoris. My fingers continued to penetrate deep into her, rhythmically exploring her warm, velvety pussy. Emma began to thrust her hips and grind her crotch against my mouth. "Chris," she moaned repeatedly. After about seven or eight minutes of this, her utterances of my name were punctuated with, "I'm going to come! Oh!" Sweet, heavenly-tasting juices gushed out of Emma's pussy, and I made a concerted effort to swallow every last drop; I was mostly successful, though there was a slight wet mark on my comforter. I made one last pass over her tender clitoris before getting off my knees. I got on the bed and lay down, my back supported by the pillows. My erect penis pointed straight up at the ceiling. Emma winked at me. "My turn," she said, licking her lips. She lay down on the bed on her stomach, and kissed the tip of my penis. She then began to lick the shaft and head until my entire penis was glistening with her saliva. Emma placed her left hand around the base of my penis and opened her mouth, which quickly enveloped my swollen member. I grunted as her soft, sensual lips pressed against the shaft. Were any other girl giving me a blowjob, I'd likely close my eyes and imagine Emma Watson. As my luck would have it, Emma Watson herself was giving me a blowjob. As Emma bobbed her head up and down my penis, her lips slid along its length. Slowly, Emma increased the pace of her bobs. She periodically swirled her tongue around in her mouth, and it flicked and grazed my swollen, tender head. "Yes, Emma," I said, stroking her soft cheeks with one hand and reaching down to caress her breasts with the other. I felt an orgasm beginning to build inside me. "Slow down, Em," I instructed her, not wanting to come quite so quickly. My endurance was fairly average; while I certainly wasn't the type who came within seconds, it was also difficult to hold back after several minutes of passionate oral sex—from Emma Watson, no less. "Here," I said, opening the top drawer on the unassuming nightstand beside my bed. I pulled out a single condom. Emma watched with rapt attention—which I found somewhat comical—as I opened the condom wrapper, took the condom out, and unfurled it onto my penis. "Why don't you get on top of me, Emma?" Emma nodded her head without saying anything. As I lay on my back, Emma climbed on top of me and straddled my hips. Gripping the base, I held my penis in place as she lowered herself onto me. Simultaneously we let out a grunt. "Fuck, Emma," I gasped. "You feel amazing." I placed my hands on her hips and began to slowly thrust upward. I bit my bottom lip as Emma put her hands on my chest and started to ride me. My hands explored Emma's body, roaming from her breasts to her stomach, from her hips to her butt. "Get on top of me, Chris," she said after five or so minutes. Emma climbed off of me and rolled onto her back. She lay spread eagle on the bed. I followed her instructions and mounted her. I began to thrust myself in and out of Emma's pussy. My swollen balls pressed against her ass as I penetrated her. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass. I let out a grunt as she gently dug her nails into my flesh. "Oh, Emma," I moaned. As she grabbed my ass, she pulled me deeper into her lovehole, guiding my thrusts. I looked down at Emma. Her mouth was wide open; her breathing was heavy. We looked into each other's open eyes. I leaned down and began to kiss Emma on the lips, sometimes trailing off to suck on her neck or earlobes. "Do you," she began to ask. "Do you," she tried again. Each time she tried to ask, she was cut off by her own moaning. Though each word was punctuated by her moans, she at last managed to ask, "Do you want me from behind?" "Yes, Emma," I replied. It was practically a growl. I pulled out of Emma's pussy with reluctance. I grabbed the pillows and placed them near the center of the bed. Emma leaned over the pillows, which pressed against her breasts and stomach. She lifted her ass into the air. I pressed my hands against both cheeks and gave them a playful smack, making her moan. I grabbed Emma's hips and entered her. "Oh, fuck!" I screamed in ecstasy. Taking Emma from behind allowed me to enter her even deeper than our previous two positions. Emma arched her back, and one of my hands strayed to her breast, which I firmly squeezed. "God damn, Emma," I groaned. "You're so fucking tight!" Dreams Do Come True "Oh, yes," Emma moaned. Her moans were becoming much louder. "Fuck me, Chris, fuck me!" My thrusting intensified as I heard Emma talking dirty in that lovely English accent of hers. My hands reached towards her torso, this time sliding up to grab both her breasts. Still inside her pussy, I pulled Emma closer to me. She was almost upright. "Fuck!" she screamed, "I'm having an orgasm!" I felt her juices flowing from her cunt. I tilted my head down and began to nibble on her neck. Her body shook as she came. I was on the verge of an orgasm as well. My balls tensed up. "I'm going to come, Emma!" No sooner had I spoken those words than I could feel my cum begin to erupt from my cock. "Fuck! Oh, fuck!" I screamed. I pulled out of her and tossed the condom into the wastebasket. Emma winked at me before she leaned down and licked the remaining cum from my cock. "You little tease," I said with a smile. She smiled back and then stuck her tongue out at me. ........................... The window was open, and a warm summer breeze blew through the room. I was on my back, propped up by the pillows. Emma lay on her stomach, her head nestled on my hair-covered chest. I stroked her hair. While we hadn't exchanged any words after having had sex, we had exchanged glances and smiles. "Emma, did we just fuck?" I asked. I must admit that I was still in shock. Had I just slept with Emma Watson? "Mhmm," she said with her lips closed. She picked her head up. "Did you ever think you would fuck me, Chris?" "No," I said, laughing and shaking my head. "In fact, I'm not even sure I believe that we just fucked. I mean, you were my first celebrity crush, Emma. Like most guys my age, I've been even more into you as you've grown into a woman. No guy ever thinks he'll get the chance to even say 'hello' to a celebrity, much less fuck her." I looked down at Emma, who seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say. "I have to ask: When did you think there was a chance we might have sex?" "When you asked me if I wanted to hang out with you. People never ask me that. I don't know—it's like they're afraid of me, or something. It's refreshing to be treated like a person." She smiled and returned her head to my chest. "What time is it?" I looked over at the alarm clock. "Just past nine," I told her. "Alright," she said. She placed her head back on my chest. ............................. I woke up and looked at the alarm clock. 8:53. Sunlight was beginning to seep in through the curtains. I surveyed the room. There was no sign of Emma. Still naked, I got out of bed and walked around the apartment. I noticed a scrap of paper on the kitchen counter. I walked over and picked up the scrap. Emma's note read, "Thanks for the fun time! Producers called, wanted us back in Minneapolis. You looked too comfy to wake!" Emma scribbled two phone numbers to conclude the note; one was a Minneapolis area code, and I presumed the other number was a British listing. "xoxo, Emma." I flipped the note over. "P.S., for yesterday, see counter." I looked at the counter and saw a crisp twenty-dollar bill. Was Emma trying to thank me in a rather bizarre way? I then remembered that I hadn't charged Emma for those cups of coffee yesterday. I laughed and smiled to myself. Dreams Do Come True ~ Dreams Can Happen ****************** I arrived home. By the time I walked in the door, it was already after 6. I was with Sydney for almost an hour... I'm still in shock as to what happened... Did that really just happen? She is a sweet and beautiful girl, and I just undressed her and went down on her... Oh my God, did I really just do that? I could still feel the traces of her fingertips in my hair, I can still hear her moans, and can still taste her on my lips. I could do that to her forever. My phone beeped with a message. 'Wow... That was amazing, I'm still breathless Nikky,' I smiled, and put my fingers to work as I wrote back. 'I hope you enjoyed everything. You're beautiful, inside and out,' I told her. I went back up to my mom and lay down on my bed, falling into a deep conversation with her. ***************** I awoke to the sound of the wind on my window. The snow storm got worse. I turned my phone on and it was 9:45 PM. Wow, I fell asleep for two hours. I heard a knock on my door. I got up and went downstairs. I opened it and there she was. Sydney was there, hair dusted with snow, her jacket sticking up by her jaw. 'Sydney, come in sweetie,' I pulled her in gently and closed the door. 'Nikky, I'm sorry, I had to come see you,' she told me, unzipping her jacket from her face. 'You can come here anytime you want,' I said to her, holding her close. 'I need to make you feel good too,' she said. I smiled again. 'I want you to do whichever makes you happy,' I told her, unzipping her jacket entirely. 'Making you feel good will definitely make me happy,' she said. I picked her up and she giggled. 'Let's go to my room then,' I whispered in her ear. ***************** I laid her down on the bed, and she gently turned us over, so she was on top. We quickly fell into another deep kiss. I placed my hands on her cold cheeks and held her body close. She pushed the hair away gently from my neck and chest and trailed kisses from my jaw, neck and chest. I moaned as her soft lips left kisses all along my neck and chest, and I tangled my fingers in her hair as well. 'You're so beautiful Nikky,' I blushed. Wow, I don't think I've ever felt so beautiful before. She pulled my shirt up over my head and unhooked my bra, kissing my breasts and licking my nipples gently. 'Oh Sydney, that feels so good,' I told her, moaning her name. ***************** I'm so happy I'm doing this. There's nothing else I'd rather be doing right now. I caressed her breasts with my hands and tongue, and slowly slid my hand down to unbutton her pants. She bucked her hips as I removed her pants, kissing up her thighs and back up to her face. 'Oh Sydney...' she moaned as I hovered over her, kissing her neck and trailing my hand down to her panties. My hand reached her panties, and I slowly rubbed her through her panties. She arched her back and bucked her hips against my hand. 'You're so good,' she breathed. I smiled, and continued to kiss her chest as my hand slowly worked around her panties. 'You feel so good,' I told her in her ear. ****************** Oh my gosh... I can't believe this is happening... I wrapped both of my arms around her neck and pulled her closer to me, whimpering as her hand produced great pleasure upon my body. ****************** I slipped my hand inside of her panties, gently massaging her lips with my fingers. She let out a loud moan and bucked her hips against my hand. 'Do you like this?' I asked her, looking up at her. 'Yes... Please don't stop,' she told me, biting her lip. 'I won't,' I told her, rubbing her in a circular motion. 'Oh God, Sydney...' 'I need to taste you...' I told her, kissing down her stomach. **************** My heart jumped in my throat. I gripped the bed sheets tighter as she kissed my panties. **************** I moved her panties off to the side, and placed my tongue on her clit, swirling it gently. She cried out, pulling my hair in her fists. 'You taste so good Nikky,' I moaned at her, moving my hands up to her chest and massaging her breasts while I licked her too. 'Oh my God Sydney,' she whimpered, looking down at me, holding the back of my head. I flicked my fingers over her nipples as I wrapped my lips around her clit gently, sucking it softly. 'Mmm! Oh please, keep going...' I continued licking and sucking her clit softly. I brought down one hand and placed two fingers inside of her while my other hand stayed and continued massaging her breasts. 'Oh yes, yes! You're going to make me cum... I'm going to cum...' After a few moments, she let out a loud cry and soft moans as I stopped and kissed back up her stomach. She slowly opened her eyes and caught her breath, and I placed small kisses upon her neck. ************* Wow... I breathed deeply in and out as my body started to calm down from my high. No one has ever made me feel like that before, ever. 'Wow... Sydney,' I breathed, giggling as I reached for her face. 'How was it baby?' she asked me, smiling down at me. 'I can't tell you in words how good it was, I can only hope to make you feel that good too,' 'I'm pretty sure you did that earlier to me... I can still feel it Nikky...' She lay down next to me in my bed, and we cuddled each other close, holding each other. 'You're so beautiful Sydney... I don't know how you can't see it... I could look at you all day,' I told her, moving the hair out of her face. She looked down shyly. I put her chin back up and looked into her eyes, holding her face in my hands gently. 'I mean it... You need to take your own credit, you're so beautiful, I don't know how you can't see it in the mirror,' 'Have you ever thought about how beautiful you are? You've made me feel so special, I hope I don't ever lose this connection with you Nikky. It means beyond the world to me,' she told me. Apart of me couldn't believe I had actually done those things with Sydney, the other part of me was completely content with it. I don't ever want to lose this either, she's such a beautiful girl. 'How long... Have you had your scars for?...' she asked me quietly, looking down at my wrists. I looked down at my hands, and brought them up. 'A couple of years now. When I first started high school, I became severely depressed and developed high anxiety. My head was foggy and confused back then. I didn't know what to do with my life,' I explained to her. 'How did it feel?' she asked me in a whisper. 'Cutting myself?' I asked. She nodded. 'In the moment, I thought it felt right. I had become so used to that depressed feeling, that the pain, the hurt from cutting, made me feel something, made me feel alive, rather than feeling depressed. I remember feeling good in the moment, then being attacked with a huge wave of guilt. I was harming my own body, but I didn't see it as that way back then, I saw it as helping myself. It's never the option to take... Cutting isn't an option,' She stayed silent, nodding and listening to me as I spoke. 'How... How about you?' I asked, holding her hands gently. 'I had gone through a few rough times... Didn't have much friends growing up, kind of that outcast at school, got into an abusive relationship at 16... He didn't seem that way to start, but about a couple weeks into it, he turned... He wasn't that same guy he put himself out to be,' she confessed to me. 'It had a huge toll on you,' I said. She nodded. 'He abused me verbally and physically, so I thought that since he was treating me that way, that maybe I deserved it, so I began doing the same to myself...' I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to make it more upsetting than it already is. 'That's so sad... Sydney I'm sorry...' 'It's okay beautiful. He's out of my life completely. It was hard getting over it, and I think about it at times, but there's nothing I can do now. It was a lesson, I'm okay,' She's so strong. How could anyone ever hurt her? 'I don't ever want anyone to hurt you ever again, I want to keep you safe,' I told her, holding her closely to me. 'Thank... Thank you Nikky... I don't ever want you hurt either...' We both leaned in and shared another passionate kiss. This could be our way of expressing how we both understand each other... Our way of showing each other that we know what it's like... Our tongues brushed and grazed against each other, giving me goosebumps. 'I still can't believe this...' she said through the kiss. Honestly, I couldn't believe what was happening. Just the other day I was imagining it, and now it's happen. That doesn't happen very often. It's so special. 'I want to continue to be here for you Sydney, I don't ever want you to feel unloved or unwanted ever again. I promise, I'll always be here to make sure you're okay,' She smiled big, and hugged me tight. 'And the same for you,' she said. ******************* How was it?? Thank you all so much for everything! It means the world to me! Hope you're all well! 'You're perfect just the way you are,' - Katie xoxo Dreams Do Come True Ch. 02 You might want to read the first part if you haven't already. I continued from there at the request of another reader. Many thanks for her encouragement and comments! * My first thought was to reach down and stroke her in turn but then I thought it might be fun not to let her know I was awake. Now for anyone who hasn't tried it, it's not easy pretending to be asleep when there's an incredibly sexy lady stroking your cock! I did my best and after another minute or so of slow, teasing strokes, I felt her shift around on the bed. I really wanted to know what she was doing but to open my eyes would let her know I was awake so I just lay there and focused on keeping my breathing slow and easy. At first I thought she was going to straddle me but when I felt something warm and wet run up the underside of my erection I knew she'd moved so her head was by my crotch. She continued licking up and down, sometimes taking a few extra licks right at the really sensitive spot just below the head. Just when I thought I had 'sleeping' under control, she paused for a second and then I felt just the head of my cock surrounded by her lips. Ever so slowly, she advanced down my shaft until I could actually feel her nose press against my pubic bone and then equally slowly back up. I fully expected her to repeat this again so I was totally surprised when the next stroke went from the tip all the way to the base in less than a second. There was no way I could continue faking sleep with that kind of a treatment so I 'woke up' and looked down at her. Feeling me move, she looked up just long enough to give me an incredibly sexy smile before continuing her fast strokes up and down. I think I could have handled the slow ones for a while but I knew there was no way I was going to be able to resist cumming from the speed and suction she was applying. I could feel my orgasm building and when I gasped out that I was going to cum soon, she paused only long enough to smile at me again. It wasn't long before I hit the point of no return and filled her mouth with spurt after spurt of my cum and I could actually feel the muscles of her throat moving as she swallowed. After the last spurts had finished and I'd started to soften, Red moved up beside me so we could hold each other close. "Wow, that was the most amazing wake-up call I've ever had." I told her. "I'm glad," she whispered back, "you don't know how good it is to be with someone who's turned on by what you do - even if they do pretend they're asleep!" Busted! But she was smiling as she said it so I knew that all was good. We lay there just enjoying being close to each other for a while, drifting back and forth between dozing very contentedly and touching and stroking each other. I was just starting to rise to her touch again and started to roll her onto her back when she rolled away from me & jumped out of the bed. I guess the look on my face must have been pretty funny because she started to laugh and said, "why don't we go have a shower." A shower wasn't what I was really wanting right about then but seeing as she'd used 'we', I figured that with both of us in the shower there'd be more than just cleaning going on. Unlike most hotel showers, this one was plenty roomy enough for two but still small enough to allow lots of 'accidental' touching. With the hot water spraying over both of us, I pulled her as close as I could to me and started kissing her passionately. The feel of the water running down my face as our lips and tongues teased and pleased each other was fantastic. I'd been reasonably sure just from our emails and calls that the sex between us would be good but I'd had no way of telling if the 'feeling' would be good. Just being able to hold her, touch her and kiss her there in the shower confirmed what I'd felt from the time she'd first come into the room the night before -- the feeling was definitely good! We took turns soaping and washing each other, making sure that we got as many gropes, grabs and touches in as we could. Even if the hot water had turned cold, I don't think I could have lost my erection when she turned around, pushed her firm ass back against my crotch, bent over until her back was almost horizontal, looked back over her shoulder and said, "take me." Take her I did -- I slowly slid my shaft into her waiting slit and then equally slowly pulled it out until we were just barely touching each other. Even as I finished the first stroke in, I could tell she was already quite lubricated so remembering her wakeup blowjob, my second stroke went all the way back in as fast as I could and then repeated it several times, getting a very satisfying moan from her for my efforts. Seeing as I'd cum less than an hour earlier, I knew I was good for a while but I didn't want to push my luck so I slowed down a bit and alternated between long, slow strokes and short, hard ones where I just barely pulled back before thrusting in again. It wasn't long before she was thrusting back against me and her first orgasm came as I reached forward to caress her hard nipples. I could easily feel the clenching of her pussy walls around my cock, almost as if she was trying to push me out but I knew that wasn't the case because whenever I pulled back, she pushed back against me. I'm really not sure how many times she came but if every set of contractions was another orgasm then there were at least a dozen before I built to my second orgasm of the morning. Our timing was perfect -- she was just starting into another orgasm when I erupted into her. Thankfully there were enough edges and grips in the tub for us to hang onto or I'm sure one of us would have ended up falling as the wave of pleasure hit. We eventually did get cleaned up, got out of the tub and reluctantly got dressed. When we looked at the clock, it was almost 11am & by now we were both quite hungry so we went downstairs to the brunch. I didn't even realize we'd been holding hands until we went to sit at our table -- it just felt so natural. We were so busy eating, chatting, kissing and generally enjoying each others company that it was well after noon before we returned to our room. I'd told her a lot about London in our conversations so now she wanted to see some of it. We spent the afternoon walking through Springbank Park, the art museum and were able to get on a double-decker bus tour of the city. The tour guide was really good and told us things that even I didn't know about London. We didn't realize it but we'd obviously been sharing so many hugs, kisses, looks and laughs through the tour that when we were leaving the bus, the tour guide asked if we were on our honeymoon. We looked at each other, laughed and at the same time said, "Something like that." It was almost 7pm but we weren't really hungry enough for a big supper, so we grabbed a bite from one of the sidewalk vendors and made our way back toward the hotel. We stopped at a local bar for a drink on the way and it was already starting to fill. Talking to the bartender, I found there was a really good, old rock style band in that night and he said if we wanted to have a seat we'd be better to stay than come back later. That was good by us so we got a couple of chairs at a corner table and chatted some more while we waited for the band. As we talked, I found that while she'd never done the kind of interior camping I enjoyed, it was something she'd always wanted to do so I immediately suggested that we plan a week later in the summer and do it which she thought was a great idea. The bartender had been right -- the bar was quickly filling and by the time the band started to warm up there weren't many empty seats. We both knew and loved most of the songs they were playing and with the lights dimmed we were equally loving touching and teasing each other. With a few drinks in my system, I finally had to get up and go to the bathroom but when I came back someone had grabbed my chair without Red seeing them so she gave me her chair and sat on my lap. Of course that quickly led to a whole new round of touching and with her squirming on my lap, I was really glad I'd already gone to the bathroom because I don't think I could have bent my hardon enough to point it down at a toilet. Red soon had to use the facilities as well and when she sat back on my lap, she sat in such a way that she could easily stroke me through my pants and she totally surprised me when I felt my zipper going down! Seeing as I usually go commando, it was easy for her to pull my shaft out and it was dark enough that no one could see her do it. I thought I was in for a public hand-job until she raised herself up, flipped back her wrap-around skirt and sat right on my cock. I quickly realized she must have planned this and taken her panties off when she went to the washroom. Everyone was cheering and singing along so no one even thought twice of her randomly bouncing up and down on my lap. The feeling was incredible and the thrill of doing it in a public place with dozens of people around us made it that much more exciting. As much as I wanted to touch her, it wasn't quite dark enough for that so all I could do was sit there and feel the pleasure of her slick walls sliding up and down my shaft. She seemed to know just when I was getting close to cumming because every time I got close, she'd slow down or stop until the urgency went away but I know she came at least 4 times. I'm really not sure what songs they did from then on, but I know it was just over an hour before they were done and I still hadn't cum. As they did their encore, Red reluctantly pulled off of me and tucked my shaft back into my pants. I just got the zipper done up as the house lights came up and if anyone had looked, they'd easily have seen the wetness on my pants from her orgasms and the bulge from my cock. We almost ran the remaining block to the hotel, both of us anxious to continue what she'd started at the bar. There was trail of clothes from a few feet inside our door directly to the bed and I landed with her on top of me. She immediately positioned herself over me so she could take my cock inside her again but I had other ideas. I grabbed her hips and guided her up until instead of squatting over my crotch, she was over my mouth. Red quickly figured things out and lowered herself onto my waiting tongue. I love the taste of pussy and hers was no exception. As I licked and nibbled on her lips and slit, she rocked back and forth to get my tongue exactly where she wanted it. I quickly noticed that her moans were more noticeable when my tongue touched the skin between her pussy and back door. The more I licked her there, the further up she rocked until the tip of my tongue was just grazing the pucker of her ass. I'd never licked a woman there before, nor had any woman indicated that she wanted me to but I was pretty sure that she was liking it and I was willing to try so the next time she rocked up, I pressed my tongue right against her pucker and was rewarded with a load moan and a small gush of juice from her pussy. That was all I needed to know and seeing as she'd stopped rocking I figured she wanted more. I spent at least 5 minutes teasing her by running my tongue over and around her hole before I got brave enough to actually press the tip of my tongue against her opening. I'd worked one hand up enough that I could rub her at the same time and the combination of my fingers on her clit and tongue pressing into her asshole was all it took for her to have a huge orgasm. As soon as she started cumming, I pulled her back so I could lick her pussy while I rubbed her clit and this time I felt at least 4 times the amount of her juices run down my face as she came. When her orgasm subsided, she pretty much collapsed beside me and told me she'd always wanted her ass licked but the one time she'd asked her ex, he told her she was a filthy slut for even thinking of something that dirty and there was no way he'd even consider it. I could see a tear starting in her eye as she asked me if I thought she was a filthy slut for enjoying it. I reached over, wiped away the tear and told her that if she was then I was too because I'd really enjoyed it and if she liked it then it wouldn't be the last time it happened. The smile that lit up her face was just beautiful as she hugged me to her and said, "you know, I think I'm falling in love again." I kissed her lips, her nose, her cheeks and her lips again before replying, "as long as it's with me then it's ok." We lay there together, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being together before she said, "you still haven't cum yet." and pulled me over on top of her. The way we moved together and I slid into her felt like we'd been lovers for years instead of days. We made love like that for quite a while and because I was on top I was able to adjust the speed and depth to keep me from cumming right away, sometimes I even had to pause for a minute to keep it all together. It was during one of these pauses that she said, "you know those 3 things I told you I hadn't done before that we did last night?" "yup, I remember them quite well" "Well, that wasn't all the things I wanted to try but I was too scared I'd turn you off to tell you about anything else right off the bat. Seeing as you didn't mind licking my ass, I guess it's safe to ask if I can I tie you up." "I've played a little that way but usually not on the receiving end but sure, sounds exciting." With that, the worried look that had started on her face disappeared and she quickly grabbed a couple of her stockings and tied my arms above my head, my feet to the foot board and then pulled out a blindfold and looked at me with a 'Can I?' look on her face. When I nodded, she put the blindfold on me and then the fun began. For the next half hour or so, she touched and teased me which was great but the hard part was that I wasn't able to touch her nor could I see what she was going to do next. When she knew I'd had enough of the teasing, she straddled me and lowered herself onto my cock. The feeling was exquisite and I was doing my best to hold back until she said, "let it go, I want to feel you cum in me." Well that was all it took and I unleashed a torrent of cum into her and as soon as I started cumming, I could feel her own orgasm rip through her. As soon as I finished cumming, she put her mouth right by my ear and whispered, "here's something else that I've always wanted to do." and I could feel her moving on the bed. I soon felt her licking and sucking the mixture of our cum off of my cock but just as I was going to tell her she didn't need to tie me up to do that, I felt her cum filled pussy press down against my mouth. She must have been afraid it would turn me off but I'd had a girlfriend a few years ago who really got off on being eaten after sex and I'd found it to actually be quite enjoyable. As my tongue parted her lips I could taste the first trickles of our cum finding their way out and I quickly realized just how much I'd cum as more and more of it flowed out. I'd started to go soft but the combination of her mouth on my cock and her pussy on my mouth quickly brought me back to full mast. I licked and sucked on her until she was almost as clean as before I'd cum and she turned around and took my newly hardened cock inside her again as her lips came down to meet mine. When her tongue pressed by my lips, she quickly realized she wasn't the only one that had a kinky streak as I pushed some of the cum I'd licked out of her into her mouth. For a second she seemed a bit startled but then pressed down and tried to get as much of the rest as she could. I'd almost have bet money that I wouldn't have been able to cum again that night but the eroticism of what we were doing was so high that even though it wasn't much, I was soon shooting a few more jets of cum into her. As we both came back to reality again, she untied me so we could cuddle together and drift off to sleep. My last thoughts before sleep over took me were how lucky I was to have met her and how much I wanted our time together to continue. I don't really remember falling asleep, but when I woke up there was already a crack of light breaking through the curtains and the clock was showing just after 8am. I looked beside me and she was still asleep with a very peaceful, contented look on her face. As I looked at her I realized that the last 36hrs had been quite amazing. In the conversations we'd had before we actually met, we'd both admitted that we were primarily looking for some intense sex with no commitment yet her words about falling in love with me kept running through my mind and I admitted to myself that I was quickly falling in love with her as well. The sheets were partly thrown off of her and as my eyes were admiring the view of both breasts and just a hint of pubic hair I heard her whisper, "Enjoying the view?" " I certainly am!" I replied, leaning down to kiss her wonderfully soft lips. As we kissed, I could feel her tongue slipping forward to meet mine but I had other ideas. I pulled away and grabbed the ends of the pantyhose that she'd tied me up with the night before. "Oh, you think so do you?" she said, and began to fight me -- just enough to make it fun but not hard enough that I'd think she really disliked the idea. After several minutes of wrestling which gave both of us ample opportunities to fondle the other, I finally 'won' and had her arms and legs tied to the bed. Next came the blindfold that she'd used on me and I was ready to go. Just as I was getting up to get a few things, the phone rang but seeing as she was 'tied up' at the moment, I just let it ring and carried on. When I got back to the bed, she was already asking what I was planning but I didn't say a word, instead I ran my beard up against the bottom of her foot getting an immediate gasp and her foot pulled back as far as it could -- which wasn't far. I spent the next 10 or so minutes just randomly brushing her body with my fingers, beard or lips -- from her arm, to a nipple to her neck, to her knee and so on making sure I didn't follow any pattern that would give her an indication of where I was going to touch next. By now almost every touch was rewarded with a moan or a gasp and I could both see and smell her excitement. When she'd unpacked her bag earlier, I'd seen a few sex toys in it and had grabbed them after she was blindfolded. The most attention I'd paid to her pussy so far was a few slow touches so she was quite surprised when she felt one of her vibrators touch her slit. At the same time I touched her, I turned it on so she'd have no warning of what was coming. As soon as she felt the buzzing she thrust her hips up which allowed the first few inches of the toy to penetrate her. Once I had her full attention on the vibrations in her pussy, I leant down and sucked on one of her nipples -- except that first I put an icecube from the bar fridge into my mouth. I could tell from the sounds and the gyrations of her hips that if it wasn't already happening, her first orgasm of the morning wasn't far off so I quickly abandoned her nipple and shifted my cold lips and tongue to her clit. She came with a scream and I could feel her hot juices running down the vibrator and onto my fingers. As her orgasm subsided, I let go of the vibrator and brought my hand up to her mouth. Feeling them touch her lips, she started to lick my fingers and then stopped once she tasted herself on them. I wondered if she liked the taste or not but got my answer when she resumed licking and sucking on them until there was hardly a trace of her left. The phone was ringing again but we were way too interested in the sensations to stop and answer it and again it finally stopped. The whole time she was licking the fingers of one hand, the other one wasn't idle. Remembering how much she liked her ass played with, I popped the top off the KY, worked some on my fingers and began playing with her ass. It took a minute or so to work the first finger in from the tip all the way to the base but with the help of a little more lube it was much easier to get the second and finally a third finger filling her ass. I took my fingers away from her mouth and grabbed the next toy -- a medium sized butt plug which I also lubed and after removing my fingers, I started working it into her well lubed back door. Even with the stretching and the lube, it took a bit to work it in until it made it past the widest point and then it looked like it was sucked in as her ass closed over the taper near the base. Dreams Do Come True Ch. 02 Just as her ass closed around the base of the plug, her cell phone started ringing. This was getting really annoying but I figured it might be important so I grabbed it, flipped it open and held it to her ear. Just because she was busy talking didn't mean I had to stop, so slowly and quietly I reached down with my other hand and started fingering her. First one finger, then two and eventually three & four fingers found their way into the tightness of her pussy. By the time the second finger was in I could tell she was having trouble focusing on the phone call and when I got three in she was breathing quite hard and doing her best to stifle several moans. Luckily for her, just before I got to four fingers she was saying goodbye to whoever she was talking to. From the expression on her face during the call, I could tell she wasn't too happy & the first thing she said after I closed the phone was 'DAMN!' She quickly explained that the call had been from her bosses boss and her training was being cut short, in fact she had to be back to the office for 9am the next morning & they'd already booked her flight back for just past noon today. That definitely wasn't good news because we'd both been looking forward to several more evenings of loving but there really wasn't much we could do. Ok, there was one thing we could do & we did it -- went right back to where we were before the phone rang, determined to make the most of our remaining time together. With the plug still up her butt, I moved down so that I could taste her wonderful pussy again. I think she'd almost forgot that my tongue would still be cold but as soon as it touched her wet slit she got in immediate reminder and promptly warmed it up with another squirt of her juices. I didn't stop there and ate her through three more orgasms, the last one was the most intense because I gently stroked her clit just as she started to cum. Knowing that she still wasn't finished I reluctantly pulled my face away from her pussy and moved up so I could fill her with my cock instead. With the plug still in place, it was even tighter than before and the feeling of the rubbery plug just millimeters away from my hardon was quite a turn on. After I finally worked the whole length into her, it only took a few long slow strokes before she was thrusting against me and moaning. Knowing she was close to cumming, I stopped and pulled back until just the head was inside her and worked it ever so slightly in and out -- just keeping her on the verge of orgasm without actually getting there. As she calmed down a bit, I'd go back to a few deep strokes and then back to just barely entering her. After several minutes of this, she started talking dirty to me which we'd both enjoyed during our phone conversations. "That's it, fill me up all the way. Go faster, nice and deep -- I want to cum and I know you do to. Go ahead and cum, fill me up with everything you've got." I could feel her words going straight to my cock and knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer so I pulled out and untied her but left the blindfold on. I told her to get onto her hands and knees which she did. What an incredibly sexy sight it was -- her pink, swollen dripping wet pussy framed just below her beautiful ass. She'd mentioned once that she always wondered what it would be like to be filled by two cocks so I figured I'd see how close I could get to filling her fantasy. First I grabbed the largest toy I could see -- at least 2" diameter and 12" long and pressed it up against her pussy. Just as it started to spread her lips and ease inside, I started pulling out the butt plug. I worked each of them in and out slowly, each stroke getting longer than the last until the dildo was fully inside her and just the tip of the plug was touching her pulsing asshole. As the plug finally came fully out, I quickly moved so it was replaced with my cock and pushed into her ass. Now I'm not as big around as the plug was but certainly longer and I knew she could feel the difference in depth. At first I kept my original sequence of pushing into her ass as I drew the dildo out but soon enough I felt her hand on mine letting me know she wanted to work the dildo. That was fine by me as now I could get a better position and with my hands on her hips I kept thrusting into her ass. Almost immediately I could feel her change the pace with the dildo until we were in sync -- thrusting in and out at the same time. "Do you like that, do you like the feeling of two cocks in you at once?" I asked. "Oh ya, I've never been this full and the feelings are amazing. Don't you dare stop fucking my ass, I'm getting close to cumming & I don't want to stop." She wasn't the only one close to cumming and at this point I don't think we'd have stopped even if the cleaning people had come into the room. I could feel my orgasm building and was trying to hold off until she came and just barely made it. As soon as I heard her start to moan and felt the first pulses of her asshole around my cock I couldn't hold back any more and filled her ass with spurt after spurt of cum. After the contractions had stopped for both of us, we mutually collapsed onto the bed which unfortunately let my softening cock pop from her ass but just being able to wrap my arms around her and hold her was all I wanted right then. After we lay there for a few minutes spooned together she rolled over until her face was just inches from mine and whispered, "That was the most intense thing I've ever felt. I'm not sure if I'll be able to sit properly at work tomorrow but it was definitely worth it." At the mention of work, reality came crashing in on both of us and we held each other tight. I could feel myself getting choked up thinking about her leaving in just a few short hours and when I pulled back a bit I could see that my cheeks weren't the only ones with tears on them. I looked at her and said, "I know before we met that we promised each other we wouldn't try to make any more of this weekend than an intense fling but even with only being together for a couple of days, I know that I'm in love with you and wish we never had to say goodbye." As she pulled me tightly to her again, I could feel her tears on my shoulder and heard her soft voice in my ear, "I love you too. I'm not sure when it'll happen but I know I want to be with you too." We lay there as long as we could before getting up and having our last shower together. There were many more hugs, kisses and tears before I saw her off at the airport. I'd never felt so alone as I did when I got home and even the people at work noticed that something was different when I got to work on Monday. Physically I was there, but mentally I was still with the woman I'd fallen in love with. I limped through the day, getting the things done that I knew I had to do but my usual enthusiasm just wasn't there. When I got back from lunch, one of my co-workers came up and gave me a note that someone named 'Red' had called and could I call her back right away. All of a sudden I felt alive again and my hands actually shook a bit as I dialed the number on the paper. If anyone had been watching (and some quite possibly were) they couldn't have missed the happiness in my voice when she answered. "I just had to call and talk to you," she said, "I know it hasn't even been a day apart but I've got a question for you. Did you really mean it when you said that you loved me and didn't want to have to say goodbye?" I was almost in tears again but didn't even have to stop and think before saying, "Yes, I meant with all my heart. I wish so much that you were back here with me." There was silence on the line for a bit and when she started talking again I could here the emotion in her shaky voice. "The reason they cut my training short was they found a big financial problem with one of the branches & had to let several people go & the manager was charged. They needed me back here because they want me to take over the branch and get things running properly again. What's even more important is that the branch I'll be managing is right there in London. Do you think you could help me find a place to stay?" Now I was a total mess -- smiling with tears rolling down my face, my heart pounding and my hands shaking. "Yes I can find you a place to stay -- my house has been as empty as my heart for a long time now -- you've already filled my heart, now you can fill my house too." Needless to say, it took longer than either of us wanted for the details to be worked out, but within two weeks we were finally together again. Six months later we made it permanent when she accepted my ring and 4 years later we're still going strong.