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Even

By: firm_wildly



I slide my finger out of her and pulled her pelvis back. The cheeks of her ass pressed firmly into me, as my other hand pressed her at the middle of her back. She bent slowly. Her hands gracing forward across the top of the table right in front of her while her ass lifted into the air. She lowered until she laid her upper half fully upon it. Her head pressed against the table as she peered around her shoulder, not enough to look at me directly but enough to be aware of me behind her. Her hands to either side as though she was to do a push up, ready, waiting, eager for whatever may come next. How did we get here? Here with her, face down on the table with only her own skin and breasts as cushion against the its glossy hard surface, her back arching up slightly lifting her pert ass in the air, swaying ever so gently in a way that defines ... come and get it. 

Earlier in the evening, we were at the bar. Our bar. She was there. She always was. Cute and beguiling as ever in a sophisticated new friend of your little sister kind of way. But our group of friends didn't bring intergroup relations into play. At least not very often. And hence, I didn't categorize her as a sexual player on my field. 

"You're just in time honey," she would say to me later in the evening as I was making my way along the bar. She hoped down from her chair and planted a big kiss on me. The man who was chatting her up threw back his drink, turned and walked away. It all happened quick. I stood startled, a deer in the headlight moment. Happy to help of course, but caught. Unbeknowst to my friend, I had made some quick in roads with a cute little coed. The coed thought it felt something like love; we all might-have a just few years ago when we too 18. She and I were on our way to the door, coats in hand, and I was planning on doing quite unspeakable things with her nubile body. The coed unfortunately at this moment was standing behind me as this kiss unfolded, her hand in mine as I was leading her out. I felt it pull away from me, and I turned slowly to face her just as she unloaded a vicious slap across my face. The sound reverberated right at a down moment in between songs. Wincing oohs bellowed out of the crowded bar followed by a hush as they tuned into to our drama. I didn't move. She pushed past me and rushed out the door. The peanut gallery erupted into a myriad of reactions. I took a deep breath and pursed my lips in a combination of self deprecating dismay, but didn't otherwise move.

Over my other shoulder, my kissing friend was simultaneously amused, embarrassed and guilty. It manifest as a giggle while she lowered her head to take a drink from her glass. She lifted her eyes up to peak at me while her head stayed down. The guilty look of a puppy dog who knows shes in trouble. Head cowered, eyes peaking up. 

She started to speak, "I...am....so...sorry!" 

It really was quite a laughable moment. But right then and there I was definitely irritated. My glare burnt into her for a moment while I took one more deep breath before finally walking away. The night carried on from there like many others. Laughs, b.s. and debauchery ensued as always. Everybody had a good and unimpeded time save for the few moments where my cold shoulder or disdaining glare for her presented itself and an air of awkward boiled up for everyone in the surrounding vicinity. She did in fact try to make nice on several occasions, but I wasn't about to let her off the hook just yet. I don't know what the statute of limitations on cockblocking is, but I felt like I was certainly within my rights to see it through for the evening. She felt bad to begin with, and it grew on her more and more throughout the evening. 

By the time she followed me into the mens room to get me alone, she was beside herself. The door had nearly shut when she pushed inside, closed it and stood partly against on the handle side to keep anyone from coming in. I stood at the counter, watching her in the mirror.

"I...really...am so...sorry." She begin each word split by the kind of pauses you could drive a car though. 

"I...just needed help at that moment and... you...well..........what can I do...."

I looked at her in the mirror across the restroom, dark for the most part with periodic can lights casting spots of illumination that set a sensuous mood. She looked back at me. There was nothing but silence for seconds that seemed like minutes. I turned quickly and moved to face her close enough to clearly break the barrier of her personal space but still with inches between us. The proximity triggered a break in the normal context of our relationship. The rules of our engagement all changed. Possibilities flood into those inches where we had previously left barriers. Her eyes darted back and forth between mine. Her and my breathing both changed to something between nervous and excited. There - within the tight proximity, the deep serious gaze into each others apologetic and angry eyes, the rhythm of our breathing, and the silence - was a whole conversation. She knew. I knew. It was as though it had already been written. The door opened and we received a smirk of a look from the surprised entrant. I caught the door and slipped away leaving her still with no redemption but seed of new perspective.

I returned to work the crowded bar to banter with the regulars and mix with the fresh catch. She returned to her group of girls in the rear corner. She sat quietly and watched me thru the bustling environment. I felt her eyes burn into me all the while. I periodically looked over to see her quietly festering in her strange new found and growing jealousy. I eventually made my way back around to our group with whom she sat. Put on my jacket and said my goodbyes. As I finished I very deliberately placed an umbrella down on the coffee table in front of them. Her umbrella. It went unnoticed by everyone except her. She didn't miss a thing. How could she. Our eyes locked for a moment before I turned past the bartenders playfully ribbing comments and to the door.

She came out a few minutes later. Walked straight out the door. Paused for a moment, nonchalantly looked right, then snapped back left and found me. She aimed herself and hurried to me just out of site line of windows back into the bar. Her long coat accented the length of her knee high boots as they reached up toward her sleek skirt. Her knees and the tender beginning of her inner thigh peaking out from between the two articles of clothes with each step. She arrived at my side, clutched my arm around the bicep with both hands, pressing her breasts into my shoulder as though the bounce in her step had flung her into me. She squeezed and slide both hands straight down my arm without releasing pressure, landing her two hands around one of mine, and sandwiching all three in the heat between my hip and the intimate junction of her legs. The warmth was a welcome respite against the crisp autumn air. Her eyes looked at me as though this moment together was familiar. We still hadn't spoke, but began walking.

Blocks passed. Our anticipation and wonder quietly simmering, the walk pregnant with all the volatility of full body want. Her hands each were actively caressing in and out of my fingers in search of something. Each moment waiting excited for the next. I snapped her into a narrow alleyway, and gathered her against the wall, the full length of our bodies pressed together, then calmly peeled off and crouched in front of her. My hands slide up the outside of her legs warm against the air. My nails skimming against the skin all the way up under her skirt, knee... thigh... hip... until I found the thin veil of her panties. I dug my nails into her some as I hooked my fingers and slid them down. Her weight shifted, she leaned over me a bit and braced herself for balance on my shoulder as she deliberately stepped out of the panties with one foot. And then the other. 

I stood quickly. Our mouths naturally collided. A forceful and drawn out kiss ensued sucking every last drip of desire off of each others lips. A flurry exploded from it. Back and forth. left and right. In opposite tandem, our lips, our tongues suddenly greeting each other as though we hadn't eaten in days; As though this had been pent up within us both for quite some time. I worked down her neck and under her ear. She lifted her chin to agree to it. Her submission begging for more exploration. Her leg pulled up and wrapped low around my calf as she thrust her pelvis away from the wall and into me. My hand drifted up her the soft underbelly of her thigh, exposing her skin to the cool night. I felt her grind forward against me her pressing her pelvic bone forward in an effort to brush her clit against something, anything. All of her woman yearned for more, nearly begged for it.

And so...I pulled away. Our rhythm abruptly slowed. A single long kiss punctuated the moment. She stood against the wall waiting to be devoured; wanting to be devoured. The hem of her skirt where my hand had been, was still caught lifted showing me her thigh as it lead up to undiscovered areas. Her tight little lips flush now and glistening. She was so elegant, so refined. I pulled at her hand and led her back on our way.

We arrived at my building. The stainless steal doors of the elevator opened, I stepped in to the back, she followed and turned to face out. She stepped forward to select the floor, her legs parting slightly as she leaned. I took the opportunity to the lift tail of her knee length skirt. My hand grazed up the inside of her legs. Her ass cheeks peaked from under the fabric. She took a startled breath. You could almost hear her inhale "here we go." I cupped all the way under her bottom with my hand. My fingers started at her tight streak of hair and caressed front to back across her fevered lips. Then returned forward. At the change in direction, my finger breached her mounded lips and dove into the hidden trove of all that they protected. Grazing the edges of her hole, and driving right thru her clit so that the entire length of my finger skimmed lightly by it. She bent slightly at her lower back without moving her shoulders. It was just enough to lift her ass up and curl the secluded hollow between her legs towards me in a request for more. Who was I to refuse. I didn't. A single finger graced thru her folds again past the rim of her deeper secrets before pausing to sustain a gentle locomotion around her clit.

The door started to open. I darted two fingers deep into. She sucked in a breath and held. Partly from the quick penetration, partly because we were still in the lobby. She had never hit the button. We, had never moved. 

She exhaled as she greeted the couple standing there, "oh dear we must have done something wrong" in the squirrelly voice of someone barely holding it together. My hand was motionless beneath her, my fingers buried into her. The way were standing, it was our secret, her skirt hanging full down in front, her standing against me slightly to my right, my active arm being nearest the side wall, my long three-quarter length jacket concealing the firm mass that lined the inseam of my left pantleg. I smiled and nodded as they entered. Everyone selected their floor. The doors closed. The elevator started to lift.

The woman looked over at us, I at her and then all of us looked back at the door. I began slowly to retract my fingers from the inner cavity of my friend. Then returned them back in. And out. and in. Her core shuddered. She was doing all she could to not give away anything in her lubricated state -- figuratively and literally. But I'm not so sure that it worked. Despite my friends every attempt, the other woman's instincts seemed to key in. The rhythmic breathing of a girl all worked up in an otherwise silent elevator car is hard to miss. In and out. In and out. The doors opened, the couple stepped out. The woman looked back one last time in suspicion and strange arousal as they walked off not fully knowing why. In and out. The doors started to close. I caressed a third finger around the edge of her hole and pressed it in; My thumb pressing somewhere near her asshole for leverage. Her top half fell in surprise, forward away from me, to give me better access. She caught herself against the buttons of the elevator, and meowed out a long wimper that only women of this species can do. The couple a few steps out, turned quickly in response just as the doors closed on us.

My fingers gave little relief for the few more moments we had together in the elevator. In, out, in, out. She meowed. I pulled her up and back against me. I was so hard, she felt it against her backside and ground her supple cheeks back and downward into me. Both my hands pulled her volva back with carnal intent so that the full length of our bodies pressed firmly into one another. My body wanted to climb inside hers and she desperately wanted the same. My hand slipped up to her chest pressed one breast up then slid around her blouse and braline, across her nipple and cupped her tender mound. The door opened and she stumbled out releasing quickly from my grip. She and I each let out enough slack between us to make sure we made it down the hall without additional incident. Her clothes were all a mess, her blouse, torqued in the front with her bra hanging out on one side, her skirt folded up under itself in the back where I was working revealing her leg to a few inches below the cheek of her ass. She made her way down the hall in front on me. I followed behind her, enjoying the hurried meander of a woman awash with desire. I took pride in my work. She and her yearning were ravishing. 

She arrived and leaned with her back against my door until I caught up to her. Her eyes directed into the deepest parts of mine as I approached. I reached past her left hip to key the lock. She reached for my belt and started to loosen. She bit the lower of her willowy lips as it came completely unlatched and her fingers turned out towards me gracing down within my waistline. Her eyes never lowering from mine. The door opened. She pedaled back into the dark entry area. Then she pushed me back against the door to close it. She fell to her knees and finished freeing her target. Her long and dainty fingers sliding in and around all the nuances of my firmer and associated softer parts. She wrapped one hand around my manhood at the stem while she prepared her lips and closed in for a taste. The moonlight lit her beautiful face as she tongued around the perimeter of the head, before delicately nibbling down the shaft. Finally, she located her lips to the tip and gracefully absorb me into her mouth like a cool drink. Her tongue flicked against the underside as she drew in more, then retreated. The pace started slow and deliberate. Her tongue was silk against me, my gut stuttered out a moan to communicate to her my pleasure. She smiled with pride, cupped one cheek of my ass with her offhand and pulled me into her. Her pace picked up. Her cheeks puckers in slightly. Her lips pursed tightly around me. Down and back. Down and back. Long smooth breaths of cock. Pause lick nibble Rub. It was beautiful watching her work there in the moonlight and shadows like high erotic art photo shoot in black and white. Her tongue and lips wrapping and consuming me with great enthusiasm. We both worked to a frenzy. I was at the edge of cumming into her. Onto her. Oh god her lips, her tongue, her mouth. She didn't let it happen. Without notice, she stood straight up, giggled and scurried down the hall of my apartment toward the moonlight. 

I grabbed her silhouette before she got to the moon and pushed her against the wall face first. Her body conceded and stood there momentarily while I unzipped the back of her skirt and it fell to the ground. Her ass was the cute perky type that wants more than anything to be seen out of clothes and I was fortunate to do so. My hand cupped under each cheek, down slow then up quick and surprised her with a firm smack that echoed around the walls. My hands traced around her mid section brushing lightly on the edge of a tickle. She squirmed in response her pelvis swirling, until I got to the bottom edge of her blouse and snapped it firmly up over her head throwing her arms up into the air.

My right arm snagged all the way around her waist and pulled us both back against the wall behind me to let the moonlight now wash her front before her arms could return back down. She wore only her bra, knee high boots, and a thin runway slit of hair leading down. I looked over her shoulder across all of it. She panted heavy into my ear slightly turned toward me. Her shoulders stuck to me but her pelvis swayed in anticipation. My hands worked up and pressed both breasts up and together. She quivered. I cupped a hand down into her bra and pinched her nipple. Then quickly bent her forward at the waist, ran a single fingernail firmly down her back and pulled her back up. She winced with surprise and delight. She grabbed my cock behind her for my reward as we regaged. It was time.

I pushed thru the adjacent doorway and up against the table. It hit her right above her pubic line. One hand wrapped around her leg and promptly split her wet lips. The other slide into her bra and cupped her breast up and out of the garment. My finger licked back and forth across her clit and her clit licked back. Our pace was frenetic. Her moans growing louder with each moment. Her body dipping slightly, her ass projecting further out, as she did her best to compensate for her weakening knees. My fingers worked around and around her clit with an ever increasing rhythm. She sang with building moans "Oh, god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god" She called out in pleasurable anguish. I plunged two fingers as deep into as I could. She shrieked. The sudden change surprised us all.

I slide my fingers out of her and pulled her pelvis back. Her ass pressed firmly into me, as my other hand pressed her at the center of her back. She bent slowly. Her hands gracing forward across the top of the table right in front of her. She lowered until she laid her upper half fully upon it. Her head pressed against the table as she piered around her shoulder, not enough to look at me directly but enough to be aware of me behind her. Her hands to either side as though she was to do a pushup, ready, waiting, eager for whatever may come next. And here we are, with her, face down on the table, only her own bosom as cushion against the hard surface, her back arching up slightly lifting her pert ass in the air above the level of the table, swaying ever so gently in a way that defines ... come and get it.

I held the base of my dick in my hand brushing the tip up and down along her flowering lips. Her moisture made it glisten in the moonlight. She was ready to explode in so many ways. Her lips parted around the head. I loved watching it happen. Her pussy lifted slightly to welcome it. I brushed my dick back and forth deeper into her and aligned it to her cunt. I pressed into her and met gentle resistance as her pussy slowly opened over the tapered head. I eased until her pussy finally succumbed and my dick popped past the entry. I stepped in and slid as deep as I could, firmly pulling at her hips to squeeze all that I could out of the space between us and fill her. She wimpered and then held her breath. A second full out and full into her. And a third. The entire nights seduction built up and brought her to orgasm with the fourth. The walls of her tight pussy grabbed and grabbed and grabbed around my cock buried as far into her as I could. Her head lifted off and moaned as if howling at the moon before flailing back down finally exhaling after wait seemed like minutes. She reached back to grab my arm at the elbow, twisting enough in the process to look directly at me. 


Even



She panted in between deep breaths, " please...please...please..." She could barely get the words out. Her hand slide off my elbow and grabbed her own ass check. Her head laid back down against the table. 

"fuck, fuck, fuck me, please, fuck... " she recited as barely an out of breath whisper trailing off. We accelerated gradually. The sound of my pelvis slappy against her skin bounced around the apartment. Her moans grew out of the cocoon of the walls around us. It grew to border recklessness, our loud sounds of pleasure infected my neighbors with our sex. The table gave a touch as I thrust in and out of her. Deeper, deeper, deeper. My hand found a fist of her hair. The table slide more, somewhere in the darkness one of the adjacent chairs tumbled to the floor. The slap of our skin meeting echoed, and echoed. The lips of her cunt devoured the shaft of my cock time after time after time like they were breathing in and out. The hand she held on her ass pulled at it, straining her cheek out of my way. 

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," she recited like a mantra pleading openly until it raised in pitch and volume to a shout. My moans right in rhythm with her, building and building. Until I felt her cunt contract once around my dick and heard her she shrieked. Her spasm triggered me and I exploded into her thrusting as deep as I could. The quivers of her cunt coinciding with the pulse of my juices explode out of me and into her. She shook, Time and time again, until... there were none. Her hand released from her ass and she melted into the table. I withdrew and watched a bit of our collective cum dribble a few inches down the inside of her leg. She didn't move, just laid there, the lips of her pussy puckering to the air, broken from pleasure, catching her breath, staring back at me through the darkness. Minutes passed of just silent heavy breathing slowly subsiding. 

She finally spoke, "I'm pretty sure we are even."

"Indeed." I told her with a smirk and an air of high society sophistication.

She smiled in agreement, "Indeed."



Even



U2's Mysterious Ways is coming out of my phone again: My ringtone for Emily. I ignore it - just watch the waves crash on the beach until it shuts up. I take another sip of beer as the missed call chimes. I glance down at it next to me: Five missed calls. I'd only been here about an hour. 

StingRay's bar & grill was rather empty for a weekend. Maybe the heat was too much out on the patio. It was 90-something degrees, even under the umbrella over the table I'd chosen. But the breeze coming in from the water felt nice, and the patio gave me an impressive view of the nearby shoreline. In another frame of mind, I would actually enjoy this. 

Emily had always been a firecracker. At 5'1" I guess she feels she has to compensate for her height. She's a petite girl with a runner's build, only a 29 inch waist. She sports toned legs, a tight stomach, and a proportionate chest to match her tight little frame. And an absolutely amazing ass. She keeps her jet black hair in a tight pixie cut showcasing her ocean blue eyes, angular jaw, and mile high cheekbones. She's not exactly what you'd call elegant, though. But she's also not an unhinged psycho either. She could hold her own in the bar after hours, and then meet my parents in the morning. 

That's actually how we met; running. She'd lapped me at the park I use. I couldn't let that tight little red spandex covered ass out of my sight. That skin-tight halter top and shiny red runners shorts left nothing to the imagination. I picked up my pace to watch her perfect body glisten with sweat. 

"Enjoying the view?" She shot over her shoulder at me. "Try and keep up!" Then she sprinted up the track, leaving me exhausted and humiliated. I caught up to her in the parking lot and introduced myself. 

"Gasp...Hi...Gasp"

"Hi. I'm Emily." She smiled warmly. 

"Tucker. My friends call me Tuck." I struggled to say, still catching my breath. 

"Well, Tuck, looks like you still need a few more laps if you're going to keep up with me. See you next time." She teased, getting into her car. 

A week and four more jogging trips later, I got her out of those spandex. She was amazing. Three months later we got an apartment together. 

We argued from time to time, and almost always over stupid stuff. But the make up sex was always worth it. She has this high pitched undulation she makes when she was about to cum. Then, when she does, cover your ears. She belts out the loudest horror movie scream you've ever heard. I'm not kidding. We've had the cops show up at our door, making sure no one was being murdered. Our neighbors hate us. It's - or it was - one of my favorite things about her. 

I'd bury my face deep into her, holding her thighs while she digs her nails into my skull and writhes. I used to love that image, watching her throw her head back and arch her torso while the orgasm takes over her tanned, toned body, screaming through clenched teeth. 

I'd climb back up her body, trailing nips and licks from her navel to her chin. She'd inhale sharply when I paused to tug at her tight, eraser-sized nipples, then encircle them with my tongue. Then when she'd hooked her ankles behind me, I'd bite her ear and sink deep into her in one solid smooth stroke. We'd both sit still at first, just savoring the first rush of penetration. Then I'd start slow and deliberate strokes. Then she'd plant her hands on my hips, again sinking her nails into me and quicken the pace. But only when I heard the high pitched noises she'd make would I really start to pound on her. Then she'd tighten her legs and pull on my back with her hands. It was like she was trying to fit my entire body into her tight, shaved, dripping wet pussy. Then she'd deafen me again. Whatever argument we had was always worth watching that happen to her. And what's more, knowing I did it to her. She would always reciprocate. She'd treat me to a view of her deep blue eyes looking longingly up at me with her mouth full. She never disappointed, and she never missed a drop. Over the last two plus years, that has been my life. 

I don't know what she could possibly have to say now, beyond the empty clichés and hollow apologies. I don't care what she has to say. She could be calling to say the apartment was on fire for all the fucks I give. Fine. Saves me the trouble of moving everything out. I'm tempted to just leave it all there anyway. 

Another sip. I think to myself: "Nah. I need the laptop. It's mine and I need it for work. She uses it too, but fuck her. It's mine. I paid for it. Hope she's got backups." The phone strikes up again. 

This morning, a lazy Saturday, we were finishing breakfast, discussing possible ways to spend the weekend. I'd taken our plates to the sink as we talked. That's when the storm started. 

"We should pack an overnight bag and take the bike to Hilton Head island; take the scenic tour. Show off the new taillight I put on." I said. 

"New taillight? She said, wrinkling her brow, "What was wrong with the one it had?"

"Nothing."

"Then why'd you get a new one?"

"This one's custom. It looks cool. Plus it was only 85 bucks."

"Why do you do that; waste money like that?"

"I'm not wasting it. I'm enjoying it."

"You always do that."

"Emily, it's not a big deal." I said. 

Her response to that was to walk out of the kitchen mumbling to herself, but loud enough to hear; "Geez. You can be so irresponsible sometimes."

"Excuse me?" I shot back. 

"Blowing money on stuff like that when you've got bills to pay." She shouted from the bedroom. "And it's not just you. I live here too. That's irresponsible. I didn't stutter."

"Woah!" I defended. "I make my bills, don't worry about that. And 85 bucks hardly breaks me. We'll be fine. Hell! We're planning a weekend trip for crying out loud. That's gotta cost more than my taillight."

Ignoring me, she went on, "That's not the point! It's 85 bucks for something you didn't even need! And you didn't even tell me about it. Does my opinion even matter? Fucking irresponsible!"

"I'm telling you now. My bike, my money. When I start missing rent payments then you can bitch. So for now, stop bitching and stop being irrational."

She stormed back into the kitchen. "Irrational?"

"Yes. You're being-" before I could finish my sentence she began strafing me with plastic bowls and insults. 

"I'll show you irrational. You fucking asshole! I'll show you Bitch like you've never seen! Asshole. Fucking asshole!"

I ducked and moved out of the line of fire. "Stop Stop Stop! What the fuck had gotten into you?"

"You did, you asshole. I'm trying to be fiscally responsible, and you're out blowing your money acting like it doesn't matter and calling ME irrational!" 

After she spat that out she followed it with a coffee cup. I ran out into the living room as it crashed on the wall behind me. 

I'd had enough. I grabbed my keys off the desk and headed for the door. "You need to calm the fuck down. I'm out of here."

All I heard as I closed the door behind me was a loud "Fuck You!" Followed by another crash. I think it was a plate this time. 

Like I said, we've had arguments before. And usually over stupid shit. But this was a new level. She'd never thrown anything but words until now. Still this wasn't enough to make me run to the beach and get drunk yet. I hopped on my bike and rode around a while, clearing my head and taking my frustration out on the road. 

After a couple hours, I was out of gas, anger, and direction. I was in the next county and had no idea where I was. I topped off and headed back to the apartment. I'd considered calling, but in my frustration, I'd left my phone. If I hadn't already had my wallet I'd have really been screwed. 

Pulling back into our parking lot I spot my buddy's jeep. 

"Odd. What's Matt doing here?" I thought. We were friends and coworkers, and if there was a big marketing project coming up he'd come over and we'd pound it out. But there wasn't one that I was aware of. I parked next to it and got a closer look. 

"Yeah, that's Matt's. Maybe we just got a new client or something." I said to myself as I walked up to my door. 

And then I heard it. Emily. Her pitched shrills building towards crescendo. There is no mistaking that sound. Listening closer I can hear Matt grunting and groaning on top of her. "God help me, Matt is in there fucking Emily. Go in there, grab him by the hair, yank him off of her, sink your fist into his jaw, and keep going until his teeth come out!" I told myself. 

But I didn't. I couldn't move. I was frozen right there on the doorstep. All I could do was stare at the doorknob. And there it was. Her scream. Her blood curdling orgasmic report. It punched me in the gut. 

I don't know how long I was standing there. I lost track of time. But at some point, Matt opened the door as he was kissing a towel-wrapped, freshly-fucked Emily goodbye. I could smell the sex on them. 

"Tuck!" They said, in unison, startled to see me there. 

I ignored them both as I pushed my way passed Matt, stepped over the shattered plate on the floor and went to the desk. 

"Tuck, wait. Let me explain this." Emily began. "Please. Just wait a second."

I retrieve my phone, then hold up a finger to silence her. Matt was still standing there, in shock I guess. His hair was still wet, and jaw just hanging open. So I take my own advice from earlier. I draw back and sock him out into the walkway. 

"Tuck!" Emily shrieks. 

I ignore her as I walk to Matt. He rubs his jaw and tries to get up. I grab him by the collar and shove him towards the parking lot. 

"Monday morning you're going to put in your 2 week notice. You're going to quit, or I'm telling your wife."

He stumbles without saying a word. 

"Tucker, wait!" Emily demands. 

I step passed my former friend and get back on the bike. She tries to call out to me again from the doorway but her words are drowned out by the bike firing up. I keep hitting the throttle as I back out, then gun it out of the parking lot. Now it was time for a few beers. 

I look down at my phone again. Missed text this time. I seethe it out, chug off the last of my beer and read the message. 

"Please!! Can we talk???"

I switch it off and toss it back onto the table. I raise my hand to hail the waitress from behind the bar. She pulls her attention from the game on TV as I hold up my empty bottle. She nods. 

She's not exactly a supermodel, but she's kind of cute. Wavy red hair stopping just at her shoulders. Her eyes are a bluish green and shaped expressively around her inward curved nose. She looks so bored its almost sad. She's not fit but not thick. Just a little curvy. She's got great skin , and freckles positively everywhere. Well everywhere I can see. She still sporting a lot of midriff despite the lack of tone in her stomach. Her bright blue t-shirt is tied high up her torso. Her white cotton skirt is way up the thigh too. It is, however, in the 90s and she's working the patio. 

Eyes still on the game, she's bringing me another cold one. Only when she puts it down and takes my empty does she look at me. She gives me this odd look, like she's just now noticed something surprising about me. Then she walks back to the bar tossing the empty in the trash with a loud clink. 

As I'm work on beer number three I'm back into my own thoughts. I'm wondering what led Emily to summon Matt right after the fight. He couldn't have just shown up unannounced like that - Matt just happens to come by, she's pissed and jumps him to get back at me - highly unlikely. That means this isn't new territory for her. This has happened before. So how long has this been going on? 

I remember vividly, a Friday I worked late, meanwhile Matt took the day off. Emily had said she was going to run at the park. I'm sure now that she got her workout another way. That night she was too tired to have sex. 

That, of course, leads my thoughts into searching for signs that I may have missed. I can't think of any. But there must have been something. Another question I kick around a while: Why? Was I just that bad? I'm so lost In thought that I don't notice I've finished my beer. And I also don't notice the redhead setting a fresh one down in front of me. 

"This one's on me." She says with an almost pitiful smile. 

"Thanks." I offer glumly. 

"So. What'd she do to you?" Redhead says in a deep yet pleasant tone. It throws me off. 

"Huh?"

"Whatever it was, must have been a pretty big deal breaker."

"I'm sorry. What?" I'm still not putting it together. 

She sits down across from me at my table as she gives this exasperated sigh. 

"It's Saturday afternoon. You just ride up here by yourself, sit by yourself, drink 3, now 4 beers by yourself. And you've been ignoring your phone and staring at the beach ever since you got here. So either your dog died, or she screwed you over. So which is it?"

She's pretty observant. I have to give her that. But I'm not in the best of moods. 

"Yeah. Look, I don't want to talk about it right now."

"Oh come on. I'm bored. Braves have already lost this one," she says pointing at the TV. "No one else is going to sit out here until the sun goes down. Hell I even bought you a beer."

She did buy me the beer. What the hell.

"Fine. Long story short, I just caught my friend fucking my girlfriend."

"Ooh. Ouch. Yeah that's a deal breaker right there. Wow. Sorry buddy... " 

She's making that air sucked through teeth sound you make when you burn yourself.

"Yeah I'm gonna need the dirt, please. No short version on this one."

"Excuse me?"

"Story that juicy..." She says almost gleefully, "I gotta hear the full Monty."

Damn she's nosy for a stranger. 

"I've just suffered an emotionally traumatic experience. You'll forgive me if I don't quite feel like sharing the details with someone I don't know."

"Oh. Sorry." She says, leaning up and extending her hand all prim and proper. "Teagan. Nice to meet you."

Just jumping right on in there, isn't she. Why not?

"Tuck." I reply shaking her hand. 

"So. Tuck. Gonna spill those beans? What happened? Spare no dirty detail."

She's obviously not going to leave this, or me alone. So I tell her about this morning; about how I pissed her off and she pissed me off and I left, how I came back in time to hear her get off. I told her about decking Matt. 

I'm done explaining and she's just sitting there listening, but not saying anything. I'm through with my sad tale and still Teagan just sits. Finally she leans back. 

"Tuck? Your name is Tuck?" She's trying not to laugh. I'm trying not to be pissed. She reads my face and changes her tone. 

"Sorry. I just haven't heard that one before."

"I've never heard Teagan before." I throw out defensively. "And actually, it's Tucker." I don't know why I'm having this discussion with her. 

"Tucker. Hmm. I like that." 

I just nod and take a sip of beer. 

"See, this is the part where you tell me that you like my name too."

I give her a snide look. 

"Sensitive, aren't we?" 

"Like I said," I reply, "I've just been through an ..."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Emotional experience. Blah blah blah. You already said that." She cuts me off. "Time to buck the fuck up, there Tuck. See what I did there?" She says, laughing at her little rhyming joke. Then she kept going. 

"Look. Bitches are cruel. Alright? Women do mean, horrible things sometimes."

"Kinda like you are right now?"

"Tucker, she's the one who fucked you over and cheated. I'm the one just trying to tell you how it is; help you get over it." She says, sounding serious for once. 

I hold up my bottle, "you've done more than enough." I didn't mean for that to sound quite so sarcastic. But she doesn't seem offended. 

"Oh come on, Tucker. You act like you're the only one who's had that happen to them. Join the club. Okay so ya got cheated on."

"Okay?" I'm intentionally being sarcastic now, "what exactly am I supposed to do?"

"Don't you read T-shirts? 'Don't get mad. Get even.'" She says with an almost devilish grin. "That's what you're supposed to do."

I think I know what she's getting at but I'm not 100% sure and I don't want to add to today's humiliation by assuming the bartender is coming onto me. 

She reads the look of doubt I'm wearing. I guess she thinks I need more convincing. She glances around the empty patio, puts on this playful grin, as she reaches under the table at her hips. Now she shifts left and right, wiggling and smirking. I'm just giving her a look of bewilderment as she continues to wiggle, then she reaches down at her feet and comes back up with presumably nothing in her hands. 

"What the hell is she doing?..."

Still looking sly, she reaches behind her head and begins to gather her hair into a pony tail. She starts to tie it back with a white hair tie that was around her wrist. And then I get it: it wasn't a hair tie, she didn't have one before. She'd just pulled her panties off from underneath her skirt. 

While I finally register what she's done she picks up my phone, turns it on, types in her number, then calls her phone. 

"I'll call ya in a couple hours when I get off. You can take me to my place. Something tells me you don't quite want to go back to yours yet." She gets up, winks at me, and then goes back to the bar. 

"Eh. Why not?"

Okay, I'm sad and angry, not dead. I am still a man. And I'm not an idiot: I'll need a few things. I finish my freebee, pay and tip Teagan as she winks at me again. The bike can stay here until I'm a little more sober. I'll hoof it down the strip to a tourist shop for fresh clothes, shampoo, deodorant, and a toothbrush. I'm not even thinking about going home tonight. 

The provisions stowed securely in the bike's saddle bags, I leave it again and walk the strip for a while to clear my head of my buzz and my betrayal. 

I smell something intoxicating. As I round the corner a vendor is selling dogs. "Just what I needed!"

After treating myself to a loaded polish with slaw, I ponder my predicament. My perspective for now was that my heart was, indeed, broken. But I wasn't going to need that portion of my anatomy tonight. But if I'm being completely honest with myself, I'm more hurt by Matt than Emily. 

If she were going to cheat, then it didn't matter who's dick it was; she was going to screw it. But Matt was my friend. Possibly my best. He should have come and told me, not screw her behind my back. I should tell his wife anyways; fuck him royally. 

As the sun has finally set I think to myself: "Shit, I want another beer. My buzz is all gone now."

My phone rings. I don't recognize that number, but I'm sure I know who it is.

"Hey." I answer. 

"Ready to come pick me up? I'm so fuckin' wet right now." She says less teasing than she is jovial. She might as well have said "hungry." 

"Yeah, I'm just down the street. Be there in a few."

"Alright. See ya soon."

I was less than 5 minutes away from the bar. As I come around the corner I can see Teagan leaning almost seductively across my bike. She's helped herself to the spare turtle-shell half helmet I keep in the other saddle bag. Despite the helmet I can still see that her wavy, silky copper locks are still tied up in a pony tail. That means she's still rocking a bare pussy on my motorcycle. For some reason that turns me on. 

As I walk up to greet her she interrupts me by grabbing my shirt pulling me into her, and sticking her tongue in my mouth. This has to be one of the sluttiest, dirtiest kisses I've ever had. I might get over Emily rather quickly. She purrs as she lets me go. 

I don my own helmet and join Teagan on my bike while she wraps her arms around my waist. I fire it over and she tightens her grip and moans in my ear, getting teased by the bike's vibration. 

"Mmm... If you don't take me home right now, I'm going to fuck this you right here in the parking lot." 




Even



Now she sounds hot and aroused. I put it in gear, hit the throttle a couple of times and pull out into traffic. The ride is maybe 15 minutes. The whole way she gives directions, shudders periodically, and reaches down, rubbing my cock through my jeans while she nibbles at my neck. I wrench hard on the throttle, and Teagan squeals as the Vulcan's pipes snarl down the boulevard. Maybe getting over Emily will be easier than I thought.

"She's got a nice little house." I think to myself as I set the kickstand and kill the bike. It's almost a mini-ranch style with vinyl siding and a covered driveway. But once we're inside I'm reminded of how horny I am thanks to her playing with my dick like she was. She saunters across the living room with me not far behind. She stops at the entrance of the hallway and I don't know why, nor do I care. I attack her. 

I wrap one arm around her waist and the other across her chest. She has her back turned to me, and as soon as I make contact with her she's leaning her head back onto me and grinding her ass on my bulging crotch. With one hand I'm pulling her T shirt up and rough handling her D-cups, and with the other I slide down her torso to the bottom of her skirt. Once there I waste no time. I'm drawing circles on her clit. She is definitely not soft spoken, she's already moaning and groaning. I think to myself, Holy shit she is already soaking wet. I decide to go ahead and feel up inside. I pull her skirt up out of the way and drive two fingers up into her. She almost collapses on me. 

"Holy Fuck." She cries out as she grabs my hand and forces it deeper into her pussy. She has this almost desperate urgency about herself as she masturbates with my hand. Licking the back of her neck and behind her ears, squeezing and pinching her nipples, and finger-fucking her in the doorway, she starts to buckle. She screams with orgasm, trembles, and almost looses balance. She leans against the doorway to keep from falling over. 

"Shit, woman. Come sit down before you fall and break something." I let go of her and guide her to the nearby couch so she can catch her breath. I'll sit next to her until she recovers. Then she's gonna get it. 

"I'm not done yet." She says, still breathing hard. She starts out by kissing me hard as she continues to rub my cock through my jeans. I'm sure I've had enough of this. Then she takes my shirt off in one quick motion, and starts kissing her way from my neck and jawline down my chest. She playfully nips and bites a couple of times, pretty hard too. And she's laughing about it. She slides onto the floor in front of me and continues to tease me. 

By the time she's at my navel I'm already kicking my shoes off and loosening my belt. At my waistline she pushes my hands out of the way and yanks on my pants and boxers at once. I have to lift up and help her get them over my hips, but after that she yanks them off. She quickly scurries into position again: On her knees in front of my dick. 

I've been dying to fuck this girl ever since I watched her tie her hair up in her underwear. And now, here I am, naked in her living room, she on her knees in front of me with her tits hanging out, skirt pushed up showing her bright red shaved pussy. And she's got a fine sheen of post orgasm sweat glistening across her flushed red cheeks. I could just about cum right here. And instead she's giving me this mischievous grin as she leans in painfully slow. She's taking my cock by the base with one hand and slowly licking and kissing at the tip. She laughs at my pained expression. Blue balls isn't the word for it. 

She's enjoying being the one in power, in control. Meanwhile I'm about to explode. With a mix of my precum and her saliva she begins to stroke me slowly but mercifully. She has one hand between her legs bringing havoc to her clit, meanwhile her other hand is stroking and twisting my cock, her lips begin to follow suit. 

Taking me into her mouth deeper and deeper with each pass she twists her tongue up and down the shaft. She is beginning to moan as she flicks both me and herself towards another orgasm. Now the hand that was jacking me is squeezing her tits, pulling at her oval shaped dark pink nipples. Her mouth still secured to my cock, she begins to shudder with buildup again. She screams into my dick and sucks on me hard as she cums again. It's more than I can stand. I attempt to call her name in perpetration but there's no need. Having recovered again from her orgasm, I can see it in her eyes. She knows what's happening. And she's not letting up. She's eager for it. 

And just like that, the entire day's frustration is being sucked out of me and down Teagan's throat. She slurps greedily as I cum hard and long, grunting with each burst of my cock. I almost pass out from the intensity. I have to catch my breath and let my vision restore. It was a bit blurry there for a second. 

"Holy shit, you like cock." I jest. 

"Oh hells yeah," she chuckles. "I love sucking a good dick." She's smiling at me, all proud of what she's done. I couldn't argue with her. She makes a show of wiping her bottom lip as she starts to climb up my body, dragging her tits across my torso. She stops when we're face to face. She kisses me, putting her hand behind my head, moaning with the tongue play. 

"I'm not done with you just yet, Tiger." She purrs playfully. "Come on." She says. Then she stands up, taking my hand and bringing me to my feet. She leads me down the hall to her bedroom. There we collapse on the bed without turning on the lights. Just a flurry of sweaty flesh, tongues and lips, giggles and moans. I tore the shirt off of her as I licked and nipped from her neck on down. At her chest I'm discovering several favorable responses from her as I suck hard on her tits. She really likes that. I suck in deep and then back up off making a sharp popping noise. She replies with a high pitched shrill and giggle. 

However even that runs its course. She's literally pushing me further south as she arches her hips up towards me. I continue my exploration of Teagan's body; dragging my teeth down her navel also draws a favorable response. She moans and sighs, gripping my shoulders as I put my mouth all over her. I'm already getting me hard again. 

At her pelvic bone I slow my decent, again gauging her reactions to me kissing ever so slowly towards her lips, and then off to the side, down the crease of her pussy and her thigh. I'm getting her back for teasing me on the couch. She disagrees. 

"Eat me, you asshole." She demands. Then she grabs my head, wraps her thighs around my neck, and drives me home into her pussy. Have it your way, woman. 

I reach up, pull her lips apart and go straight for the kill: her clit. I pinch it tight between my lips, suck it into my mouth, and swirl it over and over with the tip of my tongue. Meanwhile I've put two fingers back inside her pussy, flexing them. Her legs are tightening, hands spread out on the bed, and her ass is off the bed. And she's moaning hard through clenched lips. As she arches up off the bed her legs loosen up a bit and I can lift up and reposition. I get my arm in line with her pussy better and go rapid fire with my fingers and my tongue. 

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" She's screaming. She's flushed almost a crimson red, as much as I can tell by the moonlight coming through the shades. And then she lets go, sits up and pushed me onto my back in one smooth rapid motion. Finally! 

She quick throws a leg over, and simultaneously plants her mouth on my mouth, and plants her hot wet pussy on my aching cock. She moans deeply as she settles down on me and into a steady rhythm. I plant my hands on her hips and arch up into her, matching her pace. She's not as tight as Emily. But she's softer inside. She's smoother, almost puffy like. 

"Did I just say her pussy was puffy inside?" I ask myself. But I did. And it was. Damn did she feel good. She leans down and begins leaving little bite marks on my shoulder. I thought of making a comment about her staking her claim, but we were both so wrapped up in each other's mutual pleasure that I couldn't form the words. Screw it. 

After a few more strokes like that she leans up and back, placing her hands back on my knees. My hands instantly gravitate to those magnificent breasts of hers. As soon as I have ahold of them, her eyes start to roll back and she bites her lower lip with another mini orgasm. I can't pass up this opportunity. As she's reeling on that one, I grab her hips again, plant my feet, and start thrusting up into her as fast as I can. Just as she starts to finish a small orgasm, this sends her over the edge and into a big one. 

"Oh... Oh Sssshit! Oh fuck fuck fuck!" She screams and tenses up, then relaxes. Coming down off of this one she slumps forward onto me, her sweaty head and hair spilling all over my chest. Now it's my turn. 

I roll her onto her back and climb up on top of her. She is already wrapping her legs around my waist and sucking on my lip. I put my arms behind her and then grab her shoulders, palms facing me, and pull down with every thrust up into her. 

Her nails are in my back. She's rocking her hips in synch with me as I plow into her with all I've got. 

"Oh...My...Gosh...you're...gonna...kill...me..." She manages to say in between thrust. I laugh but I don't break stride. In fact, how fast can I go? I reposition my knees to get better leverage, and then just rock my ass for all I'm worth. She's screaming. Her warm, sweat soaked soft skin pressed against me, velvety pussy massaging me with every stroke, her sexy voice undulating in my ear, her nails leaving streaks down my back, I can't hold out any longer. 

"I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum."

"Give it to me, baby. Give me all of it. Give it to me. Give it to me now." She all but whispers as I go from fast to hard, driving my cock as deep as I can until the final thrust when a bomb goes off inside me. I can feel every last drop being pumped into Teagan's pussy. She tenses up and clenches her legs tight around my waist, welcoming the sensation of my load inside her. 

I roll off of her. One arm still under her back. Oddly, the arm she had on me is now under my back. We're both pinned by the other, and both too spent for the moment to do anything about it. We just look at each other, catching our breath, and laughing at our predicament. So we laugh. She pulls her arm out from under me, snuggles up and kisses me. 

"I'll have to remember you, Tucker." She coo's. Not really sure how to take that, let alone respond to it. 

"I'm sure I won't forget you either...uhh." I make a display of trying to remember her name. 

She playfully pops me on the cheek, then leans in for another deep kiss. Then lays her head down on my chest. We make small talk for a while as she reaches down and plays with my slippery wet, yet soft dick. 

She's attending nursing school. She did share this house with her husband until she caught him much like I caught Emily. Who would have guessed? Since then she's just been "Having fun" As she puts it. I could get used to this kind of fun. 

Thinking about the fun I've already had makes me horny for more fun. My cock begins to stiffen in Teagan's soft hand. She acknowledges as much with a wicked smile and a sharp raise of the eyebrow. She leans in to kiss me again as her strokes become more deliberate. I respond by reaching down to play with her clit some more. She answers to this by sucking my lip in between her teeth. She bites it one good time, then let's go, sits up, and straddles me backwards. Her pussy is still just as hot and wet as it was when I first got my hand on it back in the doorway. She is just insatiable. She leans forward, grabbing my knees and ramming herself down onto me. She grunts hard with every stroke. Gaining speed, she rams herself onto me faster but still just as hard. And she moans louder with every stroke. 

She slows her strokes for a moment, savoring a mini orgasm, and teasing me. Her ass rolls back and forth as my cock disappears up inside her pussy ever so slowly. 

Now, either out of boredom or exhaustion, she sits up and turns to the left while still on my cock. She grabs my left knee, pulls and folds my leg and hugs it as she's grinding herself, literally fucking me sideways. Her grunts and moans have become more like cries and whimpers. 

"Oh yes. Please. Yes. Yes. Please oh yes. Fuck yes. Yes!" 

She's quivering with this one. And like the others she flushes bright red and glows with sweat. She continues grinding and thrusting hard on me. At this point I don't even try to hold off. I just go with it and cum right along with her.

As intense as the last two were, this one almost passes me out. Teagan is spent too. She flops over on me and within moments she's asleep. I'm not far behind her. 

The next morning I awaken as she climbs off of me and out of bed. She quickly disappears down the hall. I'm still groggy spent and lazy. I take a couple more minutes to sit up and look for any of my clothes. "Oh yeah. Blowjob on their sofa." I remind myself. As I begin to rouse and look for them, the sounds of a coffee machine draw me towards the kitchen. 

Teagan, naked and sexy as hell with her bright red hair in every possible direction, is pulling down a coffee mug from the cupboard. I sneak up behind, put an arm around her waist and nibble on her ear. She shys away. 

"Ah, hey... Tucker, look. We need to talk."

"Okay." I say letting her go and propping up on the counter giving her my attention. 

"I'm not really looking for anything right now, see. I only just caught my husband with some slut like a week or so ago."

"So what about all about all that 'getting over it' talk. Huh?"

"Oh trust me, I'm doing just that. But see the divorce isn't final. If I want to get the house, I gotta be careful."

"Wow. So I was just a quick fling?"

"Is that so bad?" She asks in a serious tone. 

She has a point. Last night was fun. And now I don't owe her anything. She may be onto something. 

"And no, you weren't just a fling." She continues. "You were a ride home." My husband has the car. Usually I bum a ride from the other bar tenders but I wanted to ride your bike." She says sheepishly like she thinks I'm going to get pissed at that part. 

I cock my head to the side, then just smile at her. 

"But I did mean what I said last night."

"What was that, Teagan?"

"That I'd have to remember you. Last night was amazing. And you'll hear from me again, but for now let's just keep it... Professional, I guess."

I'm on the receiving end so I can't really argue with her. Besides I've gotta go deal with my mess with Emily. 

"Okay, I understand. Can I at least use your shower before I take my walk of shame?"

She laughs, "Sure, honey. And you can have a cup of coffee with me if you like. You've earned it ." 

"Oh, coffee? How generous of you. You need a ride to work, don't you?"

She giggles, kisses me, then slaps my ass hard. "No, I'm good there. But thank you for the offer." 

I retrieve my bag of toiletries from the bike, shower, dress, and share a cup with Teagan. She tells me about her plans for the day, asks me about mine. I have no idea. 

"Just going to take it as it comes." I reply. 

She gives her approval with a proper goodbye kiss and another squeeze of my dick. She promises that I'll hear from her again, but I'm welcome at the bar anytime. I just might do that. 

Back on the bike, I realize that this is the first time I've smiled in the last 24 hours. A lot has happened since breakfast with Emily yesterday. What a day!

At the next light I pull out my phone and check it. Since Emily called the Shit out of it yesterday, and I hadn't plugged it in, it's dead. I'm so fucking relieved. I'm in a much better mood today. Teagan was right, I just needed to get even. I wasn't ready to forgive and forget but I wasn't pissed off like I was yesterday. I could sit down and calmly tell Emily that it's over. In fact I was rather looking forward to that part. 

Matt on the other hand, that one was going to take some thought. What to do about him? He's gone but I'm still pissed at what he did.

Wait a minute: Speak of the devil... Up ahead at the traffic light is a familiar looking red Jeep. Could it be? Looking closer, it's his alright, but that's not Matt. It's a cute little blonde - Matt's wife. Teagan's words echo through my head from yesterday... "Don't get mad, get even." 

The light turns and the Jeep pulls away. I change lanes to keep up. Today is going to be a good day after all. 

More to come...



Even A Dom Has An Off Day



After another grueling day at the office, I had begun to question whether I was up to the mental and emotional exhaustion that working for Rick involved. Yes, I was paid well, and the opportunities for professional development were endless, and my office was spectacular. But the wear and tear on my psyche was becoming a bit much. The only relief - or perhaps I should say release – I had experienced over the past few weeks was my newly developing relationship with Rick. Not to give you the wrong idea – it wasn't romantic. It wasn't even sex – well, not just sex. It was more, something darker and obsessive and powerful. Somehow I'd started it all and now it had taken on a life of its own. In some ways, I hardly recognized myself. As I watched my boss walk past my open office door, dress pants fitting snugly against his all too perfect ass, I wondered if I could endure the job as long as the "perks" continued on at the present rate.

Setting my pondering aside, I carried on with the end of fiscal year preparations, fully aware of the deadline looming the following week. I needed to meet with Rick to discuss some jobs in progress, and how he wanted to report their revenue that year, but he always seemed to be on the move and unable to pin down a time to meet with me. When he popped his head around my doorway I was pleased to hear him say he had an hour after work before he had to be anywhere, so he could meet with me if my schedule permitted. 

I felt really positive about the manner in which Rick and I kept our personal activities separate from our work activities. After last weekend I was a bit worried. The truth was, in an effort to teach him a wee lesson about keeping his outbursts under control at work, I'd gotten a bit carried away and left Rick with a hard on that looked downright painful. Then again, it might not have been so painful had I not tied up his jewels for so long that the ribbon I'd used had begun to dig into the flesh of his all too solid cock. I figured I was a very lucky lady that Rick didn't bear grudges or I'd have spent the last 5 working days looking over my shoulder.

Five o'clock came and went with no sign of Rick. I continued working however, knowing that I had a deadline to meet and excuses weren't going to get me there any faster. Caught up in what I was doing, I was startled when Rick appeared in my doorway. "Are you going to keep me waiting all night or what? I thought you had something important to discuss with me." I looked up and smiled, unsure if his tirade was real or put upon and deciding to feign innocence in the name of workplace harmony. Clearly he'd been waiting for me in his office this entire time. I made a mental note to send an actual meeting invitation the next time and briskly followed him down the hall.

Rick's office smelled of dominance. Solid oak floor, leather chairs, waxed furniture all bespoke of a man that was accustomed to having what he wanted when he wanted it. As I leaned forward to put a stack of files on the desk and take a seat, I smiled secretly to myself knowing there was another side to my employer. Suddenly I was forced face down on the desk, the piles of papers so carefully organized scattering over the floor. I stumbled, trying to stand back up and meeting resistance as something, or someone, held my head and torso down flat against the desk. My head was turned roughly, and from the side I saw Rick bending toward me, his lips barely grazing my exposed ear. "Bitch," he whispered hoarsely, as if he'd been holding the word in his mouth for a very long time, "tonight you pay." 

Grabbing a handful of my hair, Rick dragged me up to standing position and pressed against me. My back was pushed painfully against his solid banker's desk as he ground himself into my pelvis and kissed me hard. Just as I thought I could taste blood he let up ever so slightly and sucked my tongue into his waiting mouth, sucking on it with such intensity I finally cried out. Yanking my head back and staring down into my face, Rick growled, "Be quiet. Remember? We're still at work." Squeezing my lower jaw until my mouth was forced open, his kissed me again, biting down on my lower lip until tears sprang to my eyes and poured down my face. 

Apparently satisfied, Rick pulled my head away and pushed me to my knees. In a quick motion his zipper was down, his pants unbuttoned, allowing his thick rod to bounce against my face. Again he squeezed my jaw until my mouth opened wide. "You owe me this, Bitch. You left me hanging last weekend. No one leaves me hanging. Do you understand me?" He plunged the full length of his cock into my reluctant mouth, forcing himself past the back of my throat which seemed to give way with a painful pop. He held me there, not moving, his grip on my hair and the back of my head relentless. I couldn't breathe. I was afraid to move. Rick had caught me off guard and I was still spinning, too shocked to react. Glancing up through watering eyes I knew Rick was in charge this time, his face a mask of pleasure and danger. I wondered if he was planning to make me pass out.

Coming to my senses just barely, I used my hands to try to push Rick away. This seemed to amuse him, and he began to fuck my face, slapping my cheeks over and over as he laughed. "You look really beautiful with your mouth full, you know. I should have done this to you sooner. You really need to know who's in charge here." Grabbing my wrists Rick then pulled me back over to his desk, quickly bending me over and yanking my panties to the side. Driving his wet, throbbing dick into my pussy I bucked involuntarily, the pleasure of being taken so thoroughly finally winning out over my shock. Rick twisted my arms behind my back, pinning me so that I could do nothing but endure as his cock plunged endlessly on. When finally my own orgasm overtook me I shook uncontrollably, unleashing torrents of pussy juice down my legs, Rick's legs and balls, and all over the floor. Rick grunted loudly and gave a few final, violent thrusts into my battered cunt and let go with a full load of spunk that eventually overfilled my swollen vagina and joined my liquid that was now a puddle on the wooden floor.

We lay there for a moment, on the desk, Rick's slowly softening cock pulsating every so often inside my quivering pussy. Finally he stood up, helping me get to my feet and picking up the files from the floor before they became ruined and explanations became necessary. As he walked me to the door he smiled unexpectedly. "I'm sorry about not having time to meet with you tonight. I have to clean up my floor." And then, suddenly shy, he blurted, "I think I've been a bad boy again Ma'am. Do you think you could teach me how to behave better?" I knew I most certainly could.



Even An Old Dog Can Learn New Trick



"I just think it's terrible," Martha said.

"Well, it's just young people these days," Yvonne said.

This conversation was taking place near me, but I had not been paying much attention. I didn't really want to be here, but Yvonne was my neighbor and I didn't have an excuse for not showing up for a neighborhood cocktail party. I usually begged off because Yvonne and almost all of her married friends spent too much of their spare time trying to match-make me with their unmarried friends. I've been a widower for two years. I'm 62 and in great shape with no beer gut, most of my hair and a more than ample bank account. My reward for working out and being successful is that it is open season on my love life. Don't get me wrong, I like women and would like a steady relationship – maybe even to get married again, but it will be my decision, not some busybody friend.

"Billy, what do you think?" asked Martha.

"I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't hear what this is about."

"It's about the deplorable morals of young people these days." Martha said. "The girls have these 'bachelorette ' parties where they hire a young man to take his clothes off. They call them CFNM parties – clothed female, naked male."

"Oh, come on, Martha," Yvonne said. "They're just kids having some fun."

"Some fun?" Martha said. "I hear that they humiliate the young man. They pull him around by his...his..."

"Penis, Martha." Yvonne said. "Billy knows what a penis is." 

"Well," Martha said, "they pull him around and spank him and make him serve them drinks and kneel down and lick their toes. It's horrible. Then, at the end of the party the bride...well the bride does this thing..."

"The bride gives the young man a blowjob." Yvonne said. "Billy knows what a blowjob is. Eileen always claimed she was the best." Turning to me she said, "So what do you think, Billy?"

The reference to Eileen and blowjobs took me off-stride for a minute. Eileen was my now deceased wife and she was, as far as my experience went, the best at blowjobs of anyone in the world. I did not, however, know that she discussed her talent with her friends.

"Well, I guess if the girls are having fun, it seems harmless enough," I said.

"What about the young man?" Martha asked.

I was on my fourth or fifth drink and was far enough along to figure if I just slightly offended them, they would leave me alone. I liked Yvonne and I could tolerate Martha, but I was tired of their interfering with my life.

"It sounds like fun. I presume they pay him. If I were 30 years younger, I might choose that as a career over the law. Take your clothes off, get poked around a little my some cute girls, get a blowjob and, in the end, a check – probably with a tip. I can't find a flaw in that plan," I said.

I thought Martha was going to drop her drink. She was staring at me in total shock. My plan had worked – for her at least. Yvonne, on the other hand, was laughing.

"You're right, Billy," she said. "I didn't see it from the man's point-of-view, but it makes sense that a guy would have a lot of fun."

Just then, Yvonne's husband, Matt, came up to our group, took me by the arm and steered me toward the bar. Over his shoulder, he said to his wife, "I'm going to borrow Billy for a while and go smoke a cigar. He's seen all the fresh meat you invited tonight." 

"Thanks for the rescue," I said.

"I wish you'd find somebody so Yvonne and her friends will stop all this shit," he said. "By the way, I heard the comment about Eileen and blowjobs. I hope that didn't bother you too much. Actually, Eileen taught Yvonne how to do it and I was grateful to Eileen until the day she died." With that, we freshened out drinks and spent the rest of the evening on the patio smoking.

Two days later my phone rang and it was Yvonne. As soon as she identified herself I was thinking of reasons I could not attend another party. She had something else in mind, however.

"Billy," she said. "Do you remember that conversation we had the other night about the bachelorette parties?"

"The CFNM parties?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "You indicated that there was a time you might have done that."

"It would have beat the hell out of waiting tables to pay my way through law school," I said.

"Well, would you be interested now?" she asked.

I laughed out loud. "Yvonne," I said, "I'm 62. I don't think a bunch of young women would be too interested in me."

"No," she said, "but a group of more mature women might."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"I think it would be just the thing to spice up my Wednesday bridge game."

"You're kidding," I said.

"No, I'm not," she answered. "We're bored. Our husbands, as you well know, are wealthy. Our children are grown and have moved away. We get together to eat lunch and play bridge, but mostly we drink chardonnay until we're plastered. It's pretty sad."

"Look, I'm sorry about that, but I don't think it would be a good idea." I said. "Besides, your friends might get offended and Matt and the other husbands would not like it either."

"Matt and the other husbands are not to know," she answered. "There are only four of us and we can keep it quiet. It sure would be fun. You're still a really cute guy and it would be just the kind of fun you described the other night."

"Complete with a blowjob?" I asked.

"I can't promise what anyone else might do, but I'm certainly interested."

As strange as it may seem, this was beginning to make sense. "Isn't Martha part of your bridge group?" I asked.

"Don't worry about Martha," she said. "Thirty minutes into the wine and she's a wild woman."

For some reason I agreed – maybe to reclaim my youth or to try a new adventure now that my wife was gone. I don't know exactly what, but I do know that my dick was as hard as it had been in years.

Wednesday, around 11:30 I showed up at Yvonne's kitchen door in shorts and a tee shirt. She opened the door and invited me in. "First thing," she said, "get those clothes off. The girls will be here any minute and you're going to answer the door. Did you wear the underwear I told you to?"

"I did," I answered. I took off my shirt, shorts, and flip-flops and revealed a black thong.

Yvonne looked me over and said, "Nice, very nice—a cute ass and a good package. I think this is going to work out well." The doorbell rang and Yvonne led the way into the living room.

"It's Sherry," Yvonne said. "She's knows what we're doing, so just open the door, offer to take her purse, and offer to get her a glass of wine. You are to address her as Miss Sherry and me as Miss Yvonne. You will address the others as Miss, also."

"Yes," I said.

Yvonne slapped my ass as hard as she could. It actually hurt and I didn't understand until she said, "Yes, 'MAM, you piece of male shit.'

"Yes, mam," I said and opened the door.

Sherry was about my age and just a little on the heavy side. She looked at me and said, "Well, well, what have we got here—a boy toy? Nice dick, Billy, and hard, too. I bet you don't need Viagra if the right lady is around."

"May I take your purse and offer you a glass of wine, Miss Sherry?" I asked.

"Sure, baby, but I', m going to stay right here by the door so I can watch your cute ass when you walk across the room."

As soon as I returned with Sherry's wine, Gladys was at the door. As I took her purse she said, "Turn around and let me see your ass." 

"Yes, mam," I said and turned with her purse in my hand. 

She slapped my ass and said, "get me a glass of wine, bitch. That's what you're going to be this afternoon – my male bitch."

I was a successful, and somewhat famous, attorney. I was educated and rich and intimidated my opponents in court. I had never been treated this way. It was humiliating and degrading and I loved it. My dick was as hard as it had been when I was 18. I wanted more—a lot more. And I got it. The fun was just beginning.

Finally, Martha arrived. Yvonne went with me to the door since Martha did not know I would be there and that I would be answering the door in a thong. When I opened the door, Martha said, "Oh, my god! What is going on?"

Yvonne reached through the door and pulled her inside. "Relax, Martha. I thought we'd spice up our little get-togethers."

"But Billy is...he's naked," Martha said.

"He's not naked yet. He has on a thong, but don't worry Martha. He will be naked shortly." She handed me Martha's purse and told me to get her a glass of wine.

After everyone had a full glass of wine, Yvonne instructed me that it was time to serve lunch. It was to be a tomato stuffed with chicken salad on a bed of greens. Yvonne's maid had prepared the meal in the morning and then had been given the rest of the day off. A situation I'm sure she found strange since she always served on bridge day. Just as I was to get the prepared salad plates, Yvonne stopped me.

"Hey, slut," she called, "come here."

I walked over and she turned to the others and said, "Don't you think it's time to see what's under that pouch?" The others whistled and cheered. "Take it off and let's see that dick."

I did as I was told and my dick, hard as it could get, sprang out. 

The women cheered and clapped. "Nice dick," Gladys said. "Good circumcise job."

"I wish Bert had a dick that thick," Sherry said. "His is longer, but it's a pencil dick. I'd rather have a thick one than a long one."

"OK, bring us our lunches, slut," Yvonne said, "and I don't want to see any empty wine glasses."

I went into the kitchen and began to bring out the lunch plates. I would have to run back and get wine to keep the glasses full. They were really drinking – especially Martha who was on her third glass and she had been there only fifteen minutes.

When I had served the last lunch I noticed that Sherry's glass was empty. I ran to the kitchen but had to open a new bottle. When I returned to the dining room, Yvonne was mad.

"I told you no empty wine glasses, didn't I?" she said.

"Yes, mam." I answered.

"And you disobeyed me, didn't you?" she said.

"No, mam," I said. "I had to open a new bottle."

"So you didn't disobey me," she said, "you fucked up. Fucking up is as bad as disobeying. Bend over and grab your ankles."

I did, as she said not sure of what was going to happen. I found out soon enough when she hit me hard on the ass with a ping-pong paddle. The stinging sensation lasted for the next ten minutes.

During lunch they talked about their sex lives—how often they had sex, what their husbands did right and wrong and who in the neighborhood was having an affair. As I was cleaning off the table after lunch, Yvonne said, "There's some lunch for you in the kitchen."

I said, "Thank you, mam," thinking I was to eat it in the kitchen. I was wrong.

"It's some salad in a soup bowl. Fill another soup bowl with wine and bring them both in here," she said.

When I came back with the two bowls, she said, "Put them on the floor."

I did and she said, "Now get down on all fours and eat and drink like the dog you are."

It was completely humiliating. I had to eat and drink without hands exactly like a dog. The women watched and laughed and taunted me. I also had to finish all of it and a soup bowl holds a lot of wine. I was beginning to feel the effects.

When I had finished eating, Yvonne said, "After all that wine, do you need to pee?"

"Yes, mam," I said, grateful she had asked. I was about to beg permission to go to the bathroom.

Yvonne turned to the others and said, "Let's walk the dog." She went over to a drawer and produced a dog collar and leash. She put the collar around me and hooked on the leash. "Let's go," she said.

I was led through the kitchen and into the back yard walking on my hands and knees. The girls were commenting on my ass and laughing at my attempts to step over doorframes and go down steps on all fours. 

Yvonne stopped in the yard and said, "When I walk my dog, he wags his tail. Wag yours."

I tried by best to wag my ass back and forth and this brought howls of laughter.

Yvonne led me to a tree and said, "Go ahead, pee."

I looked at the tree, but I was having trouble figuring out how to do it. Finally, I had to brace my raised leg against the tree to keep from falling and I began to pee. The women laughed and jeered. 

"Look at that," one of them said. "Men are just like dogs—they even piss like dogs. They eat off the floor and they piss on trees." Everyone laughed except me. I had never been so humiliated. I just raised my leg to piss on a tree with four clothed women watching and laughing. I should have felt terrible, but I didn't. I felt exhilarated and my dick remained hard.

Back inside, Yvonne instructed me to put a plastic tablecloth on the dining room table. Then she told me to lie down on it, face up. I really couldn't figure this one out until she reappeared with a bottle of chocolate syrup and a can of whipped topping. 

"Desert time, girls," she called. She then proceeded to cover me with chocolate syrup and whipped cream from my head, including hair all the way to my toes. I was covered in sticky syrup and cold whipped cream.

The women looked on and one said, "I want to lick it all, but I don't want to get my clothes messy."

"Let's take our tops off," Martha said. "That way we won't mess up our clothes." Yvonne had been right. Martha was well on her way to being drunk and she had become a ringleader in raunchy behavior.

Each of the women removed their blouses and bras and all four gathered around the table topless. Tongues and tits covered my body for the next twenty minutes and I thought I was going to cum more than once. When they finished, Yvonne brought in some hot towels and had me clean each one of them.

"Clean us, slut, but don't you dare cop a feel of our tits or I'll beat your ass with a belt," she said.

Of course, the first thing I did was cop a feel of her tits so she would spank me.

"Bad, bad, boy," she said. "Bend over."

I bent over the table and she brought the belt over my ass with a good strong stroke. She then handed the belt to each of the other women who gave me a lash. I knew I would have whelps on my ass and the thought of it made me even more excited.

I was still covered in the residue of chocolate and whipped cream so Yvonne said, "Back on all fours and back in the yard."

When we were outside, Yvonne took the garden hose and began to wash me like a dog. The water was cold and the women rubbed it on me until the chocolate was gone. I was there on my all fours, dripping wet when Martha said, "Give me the hose.' Yvonne handed it to her and she spread my ass cheeks with one hand and pointed the nozzle a hard steady stream at my asshole. I jumped when the water hit and all the girls laughed. My dick temporarily softened from the shock and Sherry said again, "Just like a dog. Spray them with water, and they lose their hard ons."

Inside again, I was still on all fours while the women talked about me like I wasn't there. Yvonne said, "You know what we haven't done? We haven't named his dick. We need a pet name for his dick."

"I call Bert's Penny. I started with pencil dick and it just evolved into Penny." Sherry said.

"Matt's is 'Big Boy'," Yvonne said. "It's not as big as he thinks it is, but he's so damn proud of it, I go along with it."

"We call Reggie's 'Ding-Dong' – not very creative but when he says 'Ding-Dong' that means he wants to fuck," Gladys said.

"Merton's dick doesn't have a name," Martha said. "Merton barely has enough personality to have a name, much less his dick." Actually, I thought, Martha has a point here. Her husband was personality challenged. 

"Let's call Billy's 'Willie'," Sherry said. "Billy's Willie." The others agreed and my dick became Willie.

Yvonne said, "OK, what are we going to do with him? We're pretty drunk so we need to use our boy toy and his Willie before we get to far to enjoy it."

"I want to suck his dick," Martha said. 

"This is my house and I get to suck his dick," Yvonne said.

"No," Martha said, "I wanna suck his dick. I like to suck dicks and Merton doesn't care if I suck his or not."

"I never knew a man who didn't like a blowjob," Gladys said.

"Merton acts like he doesn't," Martha said. "We were in Las Vegas in one of those rooms with a round bed and a mirror over the bed. I put on some sexy black lingerie—stockings, garter belt, push-up bra. I spread him out on that bed and sucked his dick, ran my tongue up and down his shaft, tickled him under his balls. He started to come and I put my mouth over it and swallowed every drop of it—god, I love the taste of cum. Do you know what that bastard did? He said, 'Thanks, Honey,' got up, put on his pajamas and went to sleep. That was two years ago and I haven't given him a blowjob since—but I miss tasting cock."

"I'm sorry," Yvonne said. "You can give him a blowjob when the bridge group meets at your house, but the hostess gets to give the blowjob."

"But I wanna suck his dick!" Martha said.

"How about he eats your pussy?" Sherry asked.

"Oh, that would be great," Martha answered. "Merton has never done that. In fact, no one has ever done that to me."

"Slut," Yvonne said, "eat Martha's pussy. Make her enjoy it and make her cum."

Martha was up with her skirt, pantyhose and panties off in a flash. She sat back down and spread her legs. I went over, knelt in front of her and began to lick her clit. She jumped and said, "Oh, my god—this is so good." I put my tongue deep in her pussy, which was wet and ready. She pulled my head into her pussy and I thought I might not be able to breathe. I nibbled on her clit and she began to grind her ass on the chair. The other women were cheering her on.

"Come on, Martha." " Get it on, Martha." "You can do it, girl" "Get him to make you cum, Martha." They even began a cheer: "Two, four six, eight; Guess whose pussy Billy ate."

Martha reached up and unbuttoned her blouse. Then she reached around and unhooked her bra revealing a set of DD size, sixty-year old tits. She was squeezing her nipples and moaning. In what seemed like a short time, Martha closed her huge thighs on my head and began to pump her pussy against my mouth. Just when I thought I would lose my breath, she began to cum.

Oh, shit!" Martha screamed. "Keep it up...god, don't stop...this is so fucking good....FUCK." Martha bounced up and down on the chair, twisting my head right and left each time her ass hit the chair. Finally, she let go of my head and leaned back, mostly naked, her juices all over my face and down her legs. The other women cheered and clapped.

Martha bent down and licked her juices off my face. Then she said, "Clean my legs, bitch." I did as told and licked her juices off her inner thighs. 

I hadn't noticed that while I was eating Martha's pussy, Sherry and Gladys had stripped from the waist down and were masturbating each other while kissing. It was a pretty good show. They continued their girl-girl lovemaking until they both came. Then they looked at me and smiled.

"Surprised?" Sherry asked. "We're not gay – just a little bi. I see Willie liked the show." My dick was indeed very hard.

"My turn," Yvonne said. "Come stand here, slut. I'm going to suck Willie."

I stood in front of Yvonne. She had taken off her slacks and panties because, as she announced, she was going to masturbate herself until my cum filled her mouth. With that she went about giving me one hell of a blowjob. The others clapped and cheered Willie on. "Let's see if that big boy can shoot."

I was getting weak in the knees and my still aching ass was starting to contract. I felt myself about to cum. Yvonne felt it too, and pulled back her head and opened her mouth. I shot my load in her mouth and all over her face. She swallowed the cum in her mouth and then had a powerful organism from her masturbation.




Even An Old Dog Can Learn New Trick



"Clean my face, slut," she said. I bent over and licked my cum off her face, tasting it for the first time.

The girls got dressed and left. Fortunately, they could all walk home because none of them needed to drive. Martha reminded everyone that bridge was at her house next week and she was going to suck my dick.

In the kitchen I put my thong on and was about to get dressed when Yvonne came up to me. "Good job," she said and slipped a $100 bill in my thong. "See you next week."

On the way home I felt happier than I had in years. My dick was hard. I had been humiliated by four women for over three hours. I had been given a really good blowjob and I had a brand new $100 bill. This sure beats the hell out of practicing law.



Even Better Than The Real Thing



Laura pushed her way through the crowds at the bar and sighed. She didn't want to be here tonight, but her friends had insisted she accompany them to the town pub for a girls' night out. Laura would have preferred a quiet restaurant, but she felt reluctant to complain. Just lately everything in her life had come together at last and what was the harm in one night?

Giving her order to the barman she caught sight of a man leaning on the bar, his dark good looks and tall build making him stand out from the crowd behind him. He was watching her and Laura felt herself blush slightly under his gaze. She glanced at him and then turned her attention back to the drinks, but she could still feel his eyes upon her.

When she asked the barman how much she owed, he surprised her by saying that the drinks had already been paid for. "The gentleman over there settled the bill."

Laura turned to see the man smiling at her, an amused expression in his dark eyes that she immediately found sexy. She smiled and he grinned back, holding his glass up in salute.

Returning to her table, she told her friends about her mystery admirer and this caused a chorus of giggles and encouragement. Any men were fair game for teasing and despite treating them all to a drink, he was no exception. She looked around and smiled. Her friends were here with her and the atmosphere was carefree and fun. So different to when she had moved to London a year ago, when she had been alone and trying hard to make ends meet.

It had been a long year but a satisfying one. A new job, new friends and a spacious flat where she could shut the door on the noise and hustle of the city. It had been a tough decision to leave the quiet country town where she had been born but it had paid off. Her job, working for a small film company, paid well and she had met several friends through work and joining the local gym. She even relished the occasional night in with the television as a break from her hectic social life.

The dingy bedsit she had found in the beginning was a bad memory and her savings, depleted by her living expenses while she was looking for a job, were now healthier. Life was good.

"Well? Are you going to go back and thank him?"

Laura laughed and shook her head. "No! I gave him a smile, that was enough."

"Whoa! He'll want you to give him more than a smile!"

The noise from their table caused the man to look over and Laura found herself staring at him. He looked familiar somehow and she tried to think of where she had seen him before. This was a pub they didn't visit often so it wasn't likely that she had bumped into him here.

He was watching her again, his dark eyes thoughtful, and she shivered slightly, a frisson of desire making her cheeks glow.

"Penny for 'em," giggled Anna, nudging her elbow. "Come on, Laura, admit it. You fancy him!"

The others screamed with laughter and Laura blushed again. She hated being the centre of attention and wished they would shut up. The man looked the quiet sort himself, his sober business suit setting him apart from the casually dressed drinkers in the bar. The cut of his suit looked expensive too, Laura decided, and she wondered why he was in this popular venue, drinking alone and watching her every move.

"If he'd bought drinks for me, I'd be up there with him now, don't worry!" laughed Anna. "He's gorgeous! I'd give him one!"

Another bout of raucous laughter and Laura decided to escape to the ladies' room to check her hair and make-up. Maybe she would go and thank him properly on the way back to her table. Anything to shut her friends up for a while.

He noticed her leave the group and cut her off on the way. Standing in front of her, she noticed how tall and well-built he was, how his immaculate shirt was stretched across his broad chest.

"Having a good time?" he asked as he loomed over her.

Laura smiled, a quiver of excitement running through her as he looked down at her. "Yes, of course, can't you hear the noise?"

He laughed and she relaxed as he took her by the arm. "Want to go somewhere a bit quieter?"

Laura was surprised at his attitude but shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Just need to go and visit the little girl's room." She smiled back and he released her arm, a hint of disappointment on his face.

"OK, just thought you looked a bit uncomfortable over there. Maybe we could have shared a bottle of wine..."

"Another time perhaps," replied Laura, trying to suppress the twist of desire inside as she imagined them both sitting somewhere intimate and dark.

"Well, see you around. My name's Alex by the way."

"I'm Laura. Thanks for the drinks. It was very sweet of you..."

"No problem, Laura. Talk soon."

With a wave of his hand he was gone and Laura felt a surge of happiness. He was definitely sexy and he seemed interested in her. Maybe she would visit the pub again to see if he was there. She realised she'd like to get to know him better and tried to suppress her feelings of excitement at the thought of them together.

Her return to the table was greeted with more whoops of delight as her friends had witnessed the meeting.

"Heavens! Nothing is sacred around here, is it?" she laughed and told them what had been said. "His name's Alex and what a sexy voice!"

"Does he have a friend?" yelled Anna over the noise and Laura smiled. Her friend was single too, but unlike Laura who was petite with dark hair and eyes, Anna was a brash blonde, tall and statuesque, with a loud laugh and a warm heart.

"Well, come back in here with me next week and find out!"

"Oh, it's a date," Anna giggled and Laura relaxed. She glanced at her watch and noticed how late it was. She was due to be in work early in the morning and knew that this evening would end up in a local nightclub. The threat of more noise and a smoky dance floor was suddenly too much and so, after trying to get everyone's attention, she made her farewells and collected her coat.

"Want me to walk with you?" asked Anna. "I can give the club a rest tonight."

"No, no," replied Laura pulling her coat on. "I'm fine. It's only a short walk and there's loads of people about."

"Ok, but if you need me, just call."

Laura kissed her friend and waved goodbye to the others who were arguing about whose turn it was to get the drinks. She smiled and realised that the evening had turned out better than she expected. 

Life was really sweet at the moment and Laura looked forward to getting home and relaxing with a coffee before heading for bed. She quickened her pace to get back to her flat, the cold night air sending shivers down her spine. She felt a little nervous despite her protests but was determined not to be intimidated by her surroundings. The small town she had been brought up in was safe and quiet, and she just had to get used to the idea of living in such a large city. She normally felt safe and tonight there were still people on the streets, hurrying home just like her, their faces muffled by scarves and hats.

Her flat was not far away and there was just one part she had to walk through that Laura disliked, an area of waste ground that was being developed into upmarket flats. The scaffolding rattled in the cold wind and a sheet of plastic flapped wildly as Laura hurried past. Ahead of her was a man walking alone and she felt a sudden twinge of doubt. The streets were emptier now and full of boarded up shops and businesses. 

The man was walking slowly and Laura knew that she would catch up with him soon. Trying to suppress her fears, she slowed her pace a little but he seemed to do the same, walking so slowly that he had almost stopped. Laura drew her coat around her and carried on, her fear growing by the second as she approached the man. She felt her mobile phone in her pocket but what use was it now? Who would be able to get here by the time she needed them?

The man had stopped under a lamp on the street corner and Laura could make out his features. He was tall and broad and looked familiar. It couldn't be Alex could it? And if so, what was he doing here? 

A feeling of relief swept through her as she recognised him. Maybe he could walk her the rest of the way home?

Hearing her footsteps, he turned but the friendly expression on his face she had seen in the pub had gone, to be replaced by one of hate and anger.

Laura gasped in shock as he lunged at her and grabbed the front of her coat. "You bitch!" he sneered as he dragged her towards him, "I'm going to make you pay."

Terrified, Laura struggled with him but knew it was pointless. He was far stronger than she was and his arm was now around her shoulders as he dragged her along the silent street and down a dark alleyway that stank of stale urine and rubbish.

Oh God, she thought. I'm going to die here and no-one will know...

"Please, Alex. Let me go."

"Bitch!" he repeated and pushed her hard into an empty doorway. "You think my name is really Alex?"

Laura shook her head and watched as he unzipped the trousers of his suit. His erection sprang out and he stroked it while watching her.

"Scared, my little slut? Want this, do you? Want to be fucked hard?"

Laura started crying and backed as far as she could in to the doorway. The look in his eyes was one of pure hatred and she couldn't believe how he could look so different.

She knew that her only way to escape this ordeal was to give into him and let him do what he wanted. His cock was standing erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum and Laura gazed at him, trying to calm herself and not make him even angrier.

"Get on your knees. Now!" he almost shouted and Laura did as he said, her stockings tearing as she knelt on the rough ground. His erection was inches from her face now and she was surprised to smell a faint tang of soap and aftershave. Perhaps he was a businessman after all, who got his kicks from raping woman he picked up in the pub.

"Take it in your mouth, bitch! I want you to swallow me."

Laura nodded and bent to take him into her mouth, feeling his warm skin beneath her lips and tasting the drops of moisture. He groaned as her mouth made its way along the length of his shaft, his hands pressing on her head as she licked and sucked his hard cock, almost gagging as he pushed himself into her.

"Deeper, slut," he groaned and she looked up at him to see his eyes closed, his face a picture of lust and pleasure. Laura felt that twist of desire within her again, amazed to find that she was actually enjoying this. 

"Put your arms around me," he instructed and Laura obeyed, holding his body close to hers as she worked up and down his penis, coating his skin with her saliva, feeling the ridge beneath her tongue and trying to get him as deep inside her as she could. Maybe if she pleased him, he would let her go and not hurt her as she feared he would.

She flicked her tongue around the tip of his cock, while her mouth moved up and down. He still smelt good and his hands in her hair had become more gentle, almost caressing her in a way that she started to enjoy. His pleasure was obvious as he groaned and pushed himself against her and Laura felt herself grow wet at the thought of his thick cock inside her, filling her up and making her come...

Almost as if he was reading her thoughts, he pulled her head away and told her to stand up. He parted her coat and pushed her legs apart with one of his, making her whimper as his intentions became clear.

"Pull your skirt up," he ordered and she did as he said, exposing the tops of her stockings and her skimpy panties.

She could feel the tip of his cock pushing against her lower stomach and she felt her insides melt with longing.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he whispered into her ear as his fingers found her wet opening and slipped inside. "You're so fucking wet, Laura. Want me inside you now?"

Laura nodded and he pulled her panties to one side, his cock finding her slit and pushing at her repeatedly. With one deep thrust he was inside and she lifted her leg to wrap it around his waist, drawing him in even closer. He moved slowly at first, watching her face, the expression of hate gone now, but there was no tenderness or love there instead. Just that look of lust and longing that she found strangely appealing.

He lifted her other leg and started to fuck her hard against the wall of the doorway. She moaned and wrapped her legs around him, loving the feeling of him so deep inside her. She needed him now. Needed him to take her hard and fast and she wanted to see him climax, and know that she had given him that pleasure.

"Fuck, Laura, you feel good," he moaned as he squeezed her breasts through the thin material of her blouse. "I'm going to make you come, you slut, and scream out my name."

Laura closed her eyes and gave in to the pleasure as he pounded away at her. "Touch yourself, now," he ordered and she reached down to feel her swollen clitoris respond to her fingers as she rubbed herself to his rhythm.

The strangeness of the circumstances brought her to orgasm straight away, the intensity of it taking her by surprise as she cried out his name into the dark night. She felt him tense up and then he was there too, his face screwed up with lust as he emptied his load into her, her pussy barely able to hold the amount as the residue trickled down her leg.

She felt him start to relax and he held her against the wall, his breathing rapid in her ear.

"You..." she heard him say as he hugged her, and then she watched over his shoulder as the Director appeared in front of the cameras.

"Cut!" he yelled and grinned at the pair of them. "For fuck's sake, you two! This is supposed to be a film about a rapist! You're supposed to be acting, dammit! I knew it was a fucking mistake casting a husband and wife for the lead roles!"

Laura smiled and kissed Alex who held her close. "You know something, sweetheart?"

"Mmm, what, my love?"

"On set, you're even better than the real thing..."

Alex swiped at her playfully and straightened her skirt. "You cheeky thing! Come on, I'll treat you to a coffee. You deserve it after that performance..."



Even Better the Second Time



I answered the door just like I did last week at this time, it was late and I had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for his call. Wrapped in a blanket, dreamily I opened the door so happy to see him standing there. 

My lover, who I met by chance on a snowy and frozen night playing around on the internet. It's been a few weeks since we met in person, and that first time we lasted only a few short minutes at my place before he wrapped his arms around me and I led him to my room. He is so tall and husky with a voice that makes me stop and listen when he speaks. He doesn't know how he affects me just to see him there, for me to be there with him.

As I go to hug him and show him that I am happy he decided to come over tonight, he grabs the front of my blanket pushing me up against the wall kissing me hard. 

It hurts having his hands pressing into my chest and his mouth dominating mine in this manner but makes me instantly wet knowing what I am in for. 

I love when he is like this, when he knows what he wants from me, what he needs to take from me. He breaks the kiss smiling at me sweetly. 

"Miss me Kiddo?" he asks knowing full well the answer is YES.

I smile stepping up onto my tip-toes to kiss him, the kiss once again becoming hard, hungry and draining the strength from my body. He continues this invasive kiss, grabbing my ponytail to keep my mouth firmly pressed to his. There is no turning back with a kiss like that, I am his for anything he wants from me, the one man who can make me feel like a submissive little girl in his presence. 

We reach my room and he lowers me to sit on the edge of my bed kissing me softer now. 

Smiles at me, kisses my forehead and says, "Take of your clothes for me please." 

Keeping eye contact I undress for him forgetting any discomfort and insecurities I have. 

"Now undress me." 

I kiss his chest, his lips as I undo the belt which keeps me from my prize. Taking my face in his hands kissing me once more with a lustful force that makes me weaker each time, he tells me as he takes my place on the edge of the bed and forces me down to kneel before him, 

"Now Baby, I want your mouth sucking on my big cock, making me all nice and hard for you."

Without hesitation my hand slips around his semi-hard cock which is impressive even in this state. Pulling back on his foreskin I take him full in to my mouth making his cock wet as I begin to suck hungrily eager to make it bigger and harder. As he hardens and thickens it becomes harder to take him fully in. 

"You love sucking my cock don't you Baby? You love trying to get that little mouth of yours full of me" 

I moan in agreement, he knows I love doing this for him, that I would do it every night if I could. As he gets closer his hands move my head to the rhythm he needs, thrusting himself into my mouth as I try to keep up with his motions. 

"I hope you are ready for this, I'm gonna cum hard" 

Before he is finished saying it I taste the sweet salty cum from his cock filling my mouth as I swallow trying not to miss any of him. I love his taste, I clean him off gently with my tongue as he slowly gets soft again. He places his hands once again on my face and kisses me, thanking me and pulling me on top of him as he lays back to catch his breath.

I climb off him, curling up next to him as he hugs me and praises my success. We lie there in the dark silence as I caress his arms, legs and chest patiently awaiting what is soon to come. As his breathing becomes normal again and we play around poking fun at each other like we always seem to do.

He gets up, stretching out his legs and I steal his spot laying on my stomach in the middle of my bed. I give my best evil giggle and stick out my tongue in victory! 

"You think so do you?" he says acting unimpressed. 

I pretend to get cozy like I could take a nap, peeking up at him smirking. He goes the bottom of the bed and climbs atop me pinning me to the bed with his hands on mine. Smacking my ass hard, I glare back at him laughing. He begins kissing my neck, biting at my neck and I once again begin to feel that heat building and the wetness between my legs grow with every nip and kiss he gives me. His fingers entwine with mine, as I am helpless to move not that I could or even would. 

Slowly he kisses down my back over my tattoo along my spine to my tail bone. Running his tongue up my ass he giggles at my reaction seeing me squirm wanting his tongue deeper. 

"You want my tongue in your tight ass Baby?" Biting my lip at the thought I nod "Fuck ... yes I do, please."

He pulls me back into him and onto my knees, kneeling he buries his tongue into my wet pussy finding my clit instantly. Teasing licks and sucks bring me closer, the heat of his breath on my ass making me incredibly horny as I start to think that I can't wait, I need him inside me, I need him to fuck me now. If he senses my craving for his cock he doesn't let it show, he continues to lap at my wetter than ever pussy.

He begins to slowly work his way up biting my ass, spreading my ass cheeks as far as they will give. He brings his mouth in close and I can feel his breath hot and torturing me, he lightly runs his tongue over my crinkly hole making me gasp at the intense feeling he causes such a sensitive spot. 

"Like this?" he says as he pushes his tongue deep into my ass for a moment and withdrawing. 

"Uh huh" I barely get out of my mouth as I am lost to him now at his mercy. 

I know he is thinking of the last time we were here in my room, I had asked him to take my anal virginity and teach me how to take him in my ass. It went so well and he felt so fucking good in my ass, I never thought anything could feel so good. I was scared at first because he is so big, his cock so thick, but he made me so comfortable and secure that it was a smooth ride we both enjoyed. 

We had started off with an anal toy to prepare me for him, to work up to his girth and eventually he was fucking my ass with no pain just intense pleasure.

He again sticks his tongue deep into my ass causing me to gasp again, 

"Oh baby, I want you in my ass again, no toys this time I just want you fucking my ass like last time."

"Are you sure? You feel ok to do it again?" 

"God yes, I want to cum with you deep in my ass"

He got the lube from the drawer and generously applied it to my ass and his now throbbing hard cock. 

"I'm glad you taught me this" I said as I concentrate on relaxing.

"So am I, I love fucking your tight little asshole, I love that I am the first one to fuck your ass and to cum deep inside your ass.

Slowly he works in a finger, working it in and out stretching me a little. I begin to gently rub my swollen clit. A second finger, mmm he makes me feel so fucking good and I push my ass back into his hand showing my eagerness to have him take me. 

After he is content with me taking a few fingers and relaxing he stands up pulling my hips a little closer. I feel the tip of him poke gently at my hole, slowly working it in just past the head of his cock. As he tries to withdraw a little I push back slowly taking in more of him as he moans loudly in pleasant surprise. 

"Take my ass, fuck me" 

Although a little taken aback he pushes in slowly farther filling me up with all of his cock. Straining against some of the pain I bite down on my blanket moaning loudly and try to relax again. 

The sight of seeing me take him in and the sound of my enjoyment have him moving slowly in and out of me, applying a little more lube to prepare me for some hard ass fucking. I am more relaxed now again and I can feel my enjoyment building as I start a faster rhythm and rub my clit harder. 

Within moments of this, he is pounding into my ass fucking me hard and fast, it feels even better than the first time. I cum and I cum hard, my cunt contracting, and also my asshole hard and tight around his cock with each wave of my orgasm puts him over the edge and he slaps my ass grabbing on tight and fucking me harder than ever before cumming deep and hard inside of me. 

I hold on to the edges of my bed as he rides out the orgasm, already smiling at how well I did again this time. We collapse together in exhaustion breathing heavily from the act we performed so well. 

I curl up next to him once again, he kisses my forehead "Hi You" he says with a big grin. I grab him by the back of his head and kiss him hard, and smack him on the ass grinning back, 

"Hi Baby."



Even Exchange



I was 18 years old when it happened. My first handjob. I was an A student and pretty much kept to myself. I had a few friends. But mostly all we did together was hang out and play video games.

This did not exactly bring in the girls. I had made a few aborted attempts to ask girls out in High School. But I was incredibly shy and frankly, afraid that I would bore them even if they said yes. So in essence, I spent way too much time with my imagination.

My parents didn't want me to work. My attention should be on school and all that racket. This was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I didn't have to work. On the other, I couldn't do anything without money. Finally, I hit upon a moneymaking strategy that appeased my parents. Tutoring. It went well with getting good grades which my parents required for my continued existence.

At first, I hired out to various junior high students, tutoring mostly in math. I started charging $5 an hour, quickly raising it to $10. Several of the students I helped quickly succeeded with just a bit of tutoring and my reputation spread. I became, for the first time in my life, a sought after commodity. It was nice.

This is how I met Mrs. Stevens. Mrs. Stevens was Jeremiah's mother. She was in her mid 30s, attractive. By far her best quality was her rack. It was big, two cones of what I assumed were fluffy, supple goodness. Her worst quality, however, was her son Jeremiah. He was the quintessential C student. And that was when he put in effort. He had joined his junior high basketball team and was actually pretty good. Unfortunately, his grades threatened his continued participation.

"So you see" explained Mrs. Stevens, "he really needs your help. Marsha said that you've done wonders for Mat."

Matt was a kid I had tutored through Geometry. And I was only here as a favor to Marsha. I didn't have any time to tutor another kid. 

I looked around the room. The old couch I sat on was in front of a small TV. I could hear Jeremiah shooting hoops in the back yard. I didn't want to say no, but I kinda had to. I was tutoring six kids already. I shouldn't have even agreed to the meeting.

"I'd like to, Mrs. Stevens, but I'm swamped. I'm taking three college classes and I'm already tutoring six other students. But I know this guy Anthony who is great in math...I could give you his number" I responded.

She gave a loud sigh. Her chest expanded admirably. She was wearing a tightish white blouse and a business skirt. I think she worked as a secretary. She stared at me in my eyes. I quickly moved my eyes away from her breasts. I didn't think she had noticed where I had been staring. Or at least I hoped so.

"Couldn't you...I mean, would it be possible for you to drop one of your other students?" she asked.

This was unusual. I had been forced to turn down a student or two for various reasons before. And my offer of a referral had been enough to end the conversation. I wasn't really sure what to say. I went with the truth. 

"Maybe in a few months, I'll have an opening. But I couldn't just drop one of them" I responded.

Mrs. Stevens, stood up looking suddenly very tired. "What if I paid you more? ", she asked. "How much are you paid now?"

I squirmed a bit. Uncomfortable with the idea. On the other hand, more money is always nice.

"$15 an hour is what I'm getting now", I replied.

She looked at me, considering. "That much? That's as much as I make at...hmm, that's more than I was thinking" she said.

I was about to stand and leave. "Listen, I'll leave you Anthony's number and if you like, I will give you a call whenever I have a spot open."

She tapped her fingers against her chin thoughtfully. I found myself staring at her fingernails which were long and red. What was I doing here? I had a Lit paper to finish. It was a beautiful chin too I mused.

She stopped tapping her fingers. "I've got an idea," she said.

Suddenly, her hand snaked out and touched my leg.

"Uhh," was all I managed. Mrs. Stevens looked over her should towards the backyard where Jeremiah was shooting hoops. We could hear the occasional thump thump of the ball.

"I'd like you to try and find time for my son," she whispered as her hand crept up my leg. "He's very important to me," she finished as her hand grasped my member through my shorts. Needless to say I was hard.

"I can see that," I gasped.

"If you make time for him, I can make time for you," she uttered.

I was a fucking mess. I wasn't thinking about all my other students, I wasn't thinking about my comparative lit paper. I nodded, my eyes closed.

Nothing happened. I'm not sure what I was expecting but regarlessI opened my eyes to look at Mrs. Stevens. She was looking over her shoulder again. Her hand was still on my crotch. I found that to be the most important thing.  Finally she turned back to me. A slight smile. Her other hand unzipped me. A slight adjustment of my hips. And out sprang my erection ( I won't go into a great deal of description about that but it was hard as a rock).

"Somebody's excited," she murmured. She traced her fingernails up from my balls to my shaft, then back down again. I shivered. Finally, I was in her grasp physically (joining my mental state). I wasn't sure where to look. Her face with a wry smile, her hand around my cock, or her plentiful chest. The door where her son could come in at any moment also was a consideration for my focus. 

Her hand begin to jerk me and any thought of where my attention was best deserved flew out of my mind. "Once you finish, I'd like you to get started with Jeremiah's lessons immediately." I grunted. "Tonight," she finished.

I was rather enjoying the sensations of someone else hand rubbing my cock. I would have agreed to anything. But it did occur to me that I was supposed to tutor Allison later that evening. Evidently, my thought process showed on my face...Mrs. Stevens slowed down, almost to a halt. It was torture.

"What is it, what's wrong?" she asked.

"Please, don't stop," I begged.

She gripped me hard, pulled back on my cock. "You'll start tonight," she confirmed.

Brainpower doesn't function at optimum levels when a woman is giving me a hand job, I've learned. I then said what could charitably be described as the completely wrong answer: "I can start tomorrow, I have to..." I trailed off as she removed her hand from my cock.

"I can't, but I'll come over tomorrow and the next." As soon as the words were out of my mouth I realized I had made a colossal mistake.

"I'm not touching you again until you cancel it," she demanded.

Here I was leaning back on her couch, my shorts at my ankles with a raging hard on, and this bitch was demanding I cancel my appointment with Allison. "Fine, I'll cancel, just," I pleaded as I thrust my member towards her hand.

"Uh uh. Call first, then I'll ....", she seemed to struggle for the right term, "make time for you" She stated matter of factly.

I gave up. I don't think I had any real choice in the matter. I grabbed my cell out of my shorts pocket which is more than a bit awkward when said shorts are around your ankles and you have to navigate around your erection all the while being watched by a beautiful smirking woman. I hurried and called Allison's house. "Oh, Hi Mr. Blumberg, listen something's come up and I can't make it tonight." I said into the phone. I gulped suddenly. Mrs. Stevens hand had reclaimed its place around my cock. But she didn't move it. "Actually I might not be able to make it at all this week unfortunately" I lied but Mrs. Stevens hand seemed to approve as it began to slowly jerk me off.

"I understand you paid me already, I'm sure I can make up the time." Her slow pace picked up a bit. The conversation was not going well. Mrs. Stevens waved her spare hand in my face to get my attention. She pointed to her watch on the wrist that was busy with my dick. She had a slightly annoyed look on her face

"Allison will do just fine on her test, I'm sure. I'll give you a call later in the week to reschedule," I practically yelled into the phone as she began to really work me. I was getting there. I looked over at Mrs. Stevens' (I didn't even know her first name) chest. Her breasts were bouncing ever so slightly as she jammed her fist up and down on me. I just had to try something. I reached out and gave her leftnipple, already visibly hard, a tweak. She gave a sudden intake of breath.

"No," she exclaimed. "One way street, or nothing." She stopped jerking me and gave me a light slap on the face and another on the cock. "If you ever touch me again, I won't make any time for you."

I reluctantly nodded. She began to warily stroke me again. I closed my eyes. I could hear her begin to breathe heavily. "You're lasting longer than I thought." She was impressed...or annoyed, I'm not sure. But somehow, I was lasting. I was torn between thrusting frantically into her hand and not wanting the experience to end...ever. She stopped jerking me.  She switched hands and jerked me a bit with her left. 

"I've got a roast I need to get to. And my son..." she left that hanging. Somehow, her talking about her son fifty feet away struck me as really hot. Not that I needed anymore hotness.

"Oh fine," She caught my eye and slowly brought up her right hand to her mouth. She licked her hand. Then she pat into it. God, that looked hot. She switched hands again. I was suddenly lubricated.

"Cum for me. Let it all out. I know you want to. I can feel a big load coming up in your cock. It feels good right? My hand on your cock. C'mon cum for me," she demanded.

That did it. I came. She pulled up my shirt a bit just in time as I splashed myself. I thought that was oddly thoughtful. I was dazed. Mrs. Stevens removed her hand from me. She looks at her hand like she was examining a manicure. A bit of my cum oozed between her fingers.

"Ehh, you got it on..." she sounded offended. She wiped her fingers on my bare stomach, fouling me with my own cum. 

She stood up. I was spent. "Well, don't just sit there. Go clean up and I'll go tell Jeremiah that it is time to begin studying," she stated as if she hadn't just coaxed a load out me. She strode away. I hadn't expected a hug or a long discussion about our encounter but the sudden switch stung. She was already yelling out to Jeremiah by the time I stood up, so I scrambled to the bathroom.

And that was how I began tutoring Mrs. Steven's son. It was an interesting experience to say the least.

More stories to come. 



Even God Approves



5am on the day I became a man... As the sound of birds waking, neighborhood dogs barking at the paper boy and the sound of a heart beating next to mine. Oh yeah, Oh My, Oh thank you God. For the first time in my life I wake realizing I am not a lonely sailor, not a single being, not even a member of the lonely hearts club. I am in bed with love and purpose, I'm loving and loved, I am a man total in nature and imperfect by design and yet it all feels so perfect to be alive. Still, I find myself scared to open my eyes for fear that maybe I am still in a deep sleep and my dreams of being coupled could be still only a fantasy. But now I notice scents, warmth and my body is leaning against another body.

5:05am on the day I realized I am a man... It cant be a dream, I have to get up for work and the light of day shines thru my eye lids even as they are still closed tightly in hope. Oh, Oh God, there is an arm now across my chest, should I cry? Laugh? Oh, God, and just as I feel like I am falling, a hand moves across my chest resting on my nipple and fingers touch and rub it so lightly. Jesus, Lord, you would never let me fall this far without meaning would you? This is no dream my senses are all working perfect and I can smell the familiar scent of the most wonderful person to walk in my world. Tears form around my eyes and my heart quickens with each passing moment. I understand heaven, I am not dead and yet here I am, living and breathing in heaven. Hush, quiet to scared to move as the fingers could stop and I would surely die. Hush, don't move.

5:10am in the moment I became your man... Slowly as my nipple gets hard in your fingers, like you are reading my mind your hand moves down my stomach resting for just a moment on my naval and you trace your finger around it doing circles and pushing your finger in it like it was a magic button that needed to be pressed. It's now or never, I turn my head and I see the angelic glow of a love that is earned and mutually respected. You are my wife and I for the first time in my life understand what marriage means, coupling of two hearts in to one central force guiding us both to a single place. You see that I have been crying and you smile and lean over to lick the tears from my cheek. It's nothing new but today it just seems so different. I love you and reach over to touch your face and rub my fingers along your chin and drift my finger tips down your neck. This is obviously why God created man and gave to him a being to worship, emotions to make him weak and strong and desire to make him whole with the ability to give love in a physical touchable way.


5:15am on the way to knowing totality with my mate... The sheets that cover us rise and fall with each breath that we take and even our breathing is in unison. There are two noticeable rises in the sheets, one where your breasts and hardened nipples push toward the ceiling and the other where my hardness for you, crests along for what seems to you to be an endless summit of attraction. Your hand moves from my naval down to where your desire lives and you with the grace of an angel move your fingers around me and with stillness you feel the pulse of my heart thru the veins in what has become your penis. We both intake air as we have now crossed the path of morning simple caress into an epic scene of love and worship.

Time is no longer relevant on the day we became lovers in faith and design. My hands no longer can be still and the uncontrollable nature of my desire for you brings my hands to your chest and as I marvel and the perfect sculpture of every inch of every inch of every inch of you makes me cry out for you, never have I held perfection in my hands till my heart found yours. The desire to jump your bones is almost undeniable but on this day "That I became a man" time is of no concern and my job will have to find away to survive its insignificance in an imperfect world where a perfect love between us grows. So slowly you hold and begin to move your hand around my manhood and you also recognize that this will be a long and uninterruptible journey in to heavenly bliss between two souls that have thru the good fortune and graces of God have found each other and nothing is simple now for us, you trace each and every ripple in my skin and your fingers dance on me as you love me so much that you wish to memorize every single crease and rise on my shaft. My fingers roll your nipples thru each and every finger, touching the tip and tracing the little circles that make you so wet for me around your perfect breasts. I move over you and so gently take one nipple into my mouth and lick its perfectness with love and the devotion only you could have ever earned from me. Dragging my tongue across each breast and spending moments of wanting craze on each nipple till they are so hard and puffy and pink with pride. Your hand squeezing me as if you were trying to make something release from with in, and soon that will be inevitable as I feel the pressure in my balls building with every second. 

Is it hot in our room? Am I on fire? Or is this just the rewards that two people so in love must adjust too. As I lick my way down past your stomach and reposition myself so my face is over your cleft and my penis is over your mouth. You pull me inside so briefly and then roll your tongue back and forth across the head tasting the ooze that is always leaking from me, whenever we are engaged in love making or not. Even the simple sign of your name on my messenger when I am at work starts the oozing and I am always having to go into another room to allow myself to calm. Wearing underwear is no longer and advantage for me as it only means more to wash every night from my lust for you. Again you take me in your mouth rolling your tongue around me while taking your hand pulling and stroking me in a never ending motion of design. We know each others buttons and how and when to push or pull them, it is perfect and I love you in a way no person could ever understand but us. The sight of your lips pouting and glistening with moisture for what you know will be a long and constant affection between my mouth and your opening is more than you can stand and your hips rise off of the bed to meet my tongue.

On a day when two bodies merge together into one perfectly designed model of love and completion. Your mouth now engulfs my length and girth and my face is no longer a single entity as my top is now your bottom and we move in concert with the same goal and the chorus we sing is the one that brought broader life to our planet and children to our father. We are here for you God and he is approving in the way we show our admiration for each other, our love is holy and nothing we do is either a sin or unnatural. My tongue cant drink from you enough and if I was left to have but one drink to curb my thirst for the rest of my life, it would be the juices that pour from within you every time I am near...

As our arms and hands busily surround each others total body the moment of solo is upon us, each in our own way shake and groan for love making is what we do best and we both love to see and hear and yes feel our lovers orgasm as it is the true sign of love for our touch. But something is different this time, the cuming doesn't stop, it goes on and on and increases in pressure and sensitivity. You continue to cum, stroke after stroke and I cum n your mouth over and over as you cannot even contain my juices as they fall from your lips and cover your chin. With the movement of Bach or Beethoven you roll over on your stomach and I climb upon your ass and back for the final movement.

We rest like spoons in a drawer till your breathing slows and then with one swift move your ass rises above the bed and I slide inside you, OH GOD the feeling of you as your insides warm me and my harness seems to become un bearable. The swelling inside you as the one feeling that I cannot control, and your tightness seems to be just enough to allow me entry.

We lay quiet just feeling the warmth and satisfaction of coupling, it is more than either of us had ever hoped for in our lives. As I lie on your back with my hands holding your breasts and my lips kissing so very tenderly along your shoulders and back, you begin to move involuntarily. You push into me trying with all of your might to feel my total penetration of your love. I feel the muscles inside you squeezing me and then releasing as each time we move in and out. It is a feeling I never experienced before and your control of your muscles within is amazing. We move like this for only a few minutes as once again I begin to feel the need to roam your body with my mouth and tongue. Much to your surprise I slide out of you and slowly begin to kiss and lick every inch of your back, moving so slowly with only the desire to bring you total pleasure as we have no place to be and no time limit on this wonderful day that we became one...

The heat that rises from between your legs is present everywhere and I feel it radiate to my chest as I move farther and farther down your back. Kissing and biting just enough to give you the tingles that I know you love to feel so much. Sucking on the small of your back and sliding my hands down your legs, rubbing and massaging every muscle in your legs and thighs, kissing my way down to your rear as I kiss and suck each cheek while only briefly allowing my tongue to drift across your flower. You call out to me to please let you turn over so you may also join in, but its your time to feel the measure of love I have for you and I seek nothing in return at this moment, I am total with you as my lover. Kissing my way down the back of your legs, across your calves down to your ankles, kissing and sucking your feet and toes into my mouth. It is amazing how every inch of your body turns me on. I rub the bottoms of your feet as I kiss your toes allowing them to enter my mouth one at a time and enjoying and savoring this truly fantastic time we are spending together.

Then my journey begins to move upward kissing all along every muscle, every vein, it is all I can do to keep from cuming again as I just love to please you and to make you feel the love you have always been denied all of your life. You try to remember a time when you felt this much comfort and love and once again you come up blank as it is as new for you as it is for me. I push your legs apart so that I can have total access to the insides of your thighs, trailing my tongue and little trails of saliva along your thighs making you moist everywhere. I pause for a moment to look at your womanly beauty, I have never seen anything so perfect and the sight of your moist and puffy lips that are the entrance to where my heart and lust have found a home for life. Moving up as my nose just touches you and you jerk but only once as you take one deep breath and know that you have surrendered to your own lust and nothing is sacred or secret between us. My tongue brushes across your lips and then slowly moves deeper with in you, you even feel my eye lashes twinkle along your skin, it is all that you expected loving me to be. As my tongue dances across your pussy, you have no choice and even before I begin my romancing of your womb you cum and a flood of the most wonderful nectar floods into my face and I smile as once again I know I have brought you totalness. Your legs pulling back trying to grip my shoulders pulling me in to you even closer. This is why we love, this is why love was the most perfect design of our Lord. After I have licked and cleaned you with my mouth and the rushes subside, again I begin to make my move within you. 

Tracing each side of you with my tongue moving it up and down along the perfect folds with only the very tip of my tongue touching them. I know the one place that sends you over the edge and avoid this place for now as I want you to feel and enjoy every moment of my journey inside you. Instinctively your hand moves down and you begin to rub your clitoris as my tongue laps at your opening. I see that you are no longer in control of your passion so I do as I must and take your clitoris into my mouth and suck in and out as if it were a popsicle and I continue to do this till I realize you are so close to another mind shattering orgasm and at this moment my fingers gentle push against the flower of your rear, only enough to allow you to feel the pressure of every opening of your bottom being attended too. With my other hand I insert 2 fingers and massage your g spot as I suck your sweet little clit in and out of my mouth only ever 10 or 15 times I push my tongue inside you with my fingers and you begin to rise and fall like the crashing of a violent storm on the beach, each wave crashing against your body and your legs wrap around my back as the glorious moment of your biggest orgasm of your entire life begins ... You become dizzy as you realize that I have 3 fingers inside you, your own hand rubs your hood pushing it against my mouth and face, my fingers tenderly push against your rear and I suck you deeper and deeper into my mouth.

This is no ordinary orgasm, you scream and buck against me with wild abandon and your body convulses in every possible direction it can given that you are surrounded with fingers tongue and mouth. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I hear as you flood my face with juices and more juices. You barely breathe as you call out my name over and over and for what seems an eternity you push and grind your love into me. All of this time I am barley able to control my happiness as I could cry or laugh or maybe die in contentment. I have done the thing that my whole purpose in life has brought me here for. I have brought my better half to a place she needs to know over and over for the rest of her life. Even as your orgasm subsides your breathing does not calm and you pull me into you for one last dash at the feeling of my mouth on you. My face covered in your love and as I smile at you, tears form around your eyes and you turn to look back at me with the look I will never forget. It seems like you want to thank me but we know words like that do not exist between us now as the reward I have gotten is the knowledge that you are total and complete from my love for you...

Finally, you roll on to your back and force me to exchange places with you as you also have the same desire to roam and experience all that is your man. On the day you also became a total woman. You lay your body, your so lovely body across mine trying to cover as much of me as possible wanting us to become one body, no way to tell where I end and you begin. We kiss, our tongues entwined in a ritual of exchanging breath and gently taking my tongue into your mouth and sucking on it like you have my manhood, allowing it to slide in and out of your mouth. Many times we are so intense that our faces just mash together but this day everything is gentle, everything is sweet and pure. This is not a day of sex and wanton excitement this is a day we have chosen as the day we become mated with no chance of either of us ever allowing another to enter our minds or souls... I love you honey, I love you Princess...

If this is any good, please let me know, chapter 2 awaits on you... 
Mr Damnitt



Even Gods Fall



He woke up to the quiet, silver moonlight shining down on them from the open window. A soft, sweet breeze blew the lacy curtains and stirred their mixed scents, the sweetness of her hair and the spice in his aftershave and the lingering hint of sex.

They had been together for the last two thousand years, and even though their bed was as wide as a lake, they would always wake up to find themselves wrapped around each other. He smiled.

If anyone believed that two people can love forever, it was him. For even after all these times, he loved her, more possessively, more insanely than he did when they were married. He tugged the light blanket that was covering her with his toe until he could kick it off and let the moonlight bathe her nakedness. His cock rose to painful arousal. Even after two millennia of marriage, no one could ever arouse him as quickly and completely as his wife. 

He moved with stealth and with purpose as he rose to his hands and knees, and hovered over her prone, naked body. She was a goddess, and not only because she was borne by gods, but because of her beauty and her heart. Her black hair was spread across her pillow, one hand resting by the side of her face, palm up. Her long lashes cast shadows down at her high cheekbones. Her eyes, when opened, were the bright color of sea blue. It could shine with intense joy, blur with burning passion or darken with a goddess' wrath. But however his wife felts about anything, she is not without mercy, and was one of the most honorable gods in the pantheon. 

Her pert nose was straight, her lips, moist and full, and only he knew how sweet they taste. She had been a virgin the first time he had taken her. Indeed, she had allowed him to take her. Born at the dawn of time, she had waited for him and had offered herself to him, only him. 

He bent down with a smile and nuzzled her nose before allowing his eyes to gaze down her body. She was perfect, with breasts that overflowed his hands, topped with seashell-pink nipples. Her stomach was firm and flat. Her waist was not fashionably narrow and her woman's waist was flared to give her a lush, mouth-watering figure. Her legs were long and strong, her thighs soft and creamy. She was exactly just as he wanted his women. He smirked. She was the only woman he ever wanted!

Then his eyes traveled to the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs, curls shielding her pink, wet pussy lips. So soft, so warm, so welcoming. Even the thought of it made him groan. Catching himself before he made a sound and woke her up, he lowered his head and touched the tip of his tongue to her delicate, pink nipple, waking it into immediate arousal, rising proudly against his tongue. He licked around it, lapping like a kitten before opening his mouth to take it completely into his mouth. 

He heard her sigh, felt her shiver, and in her sleep, she arched her back to offer both of them more pleasure. 

He stayed on his hands and knees, holding his body away from her, with his mouth on her breast and the wet tip of his cock straining for her thigh the only parts of him touching her. He suckled her breast as if he was drinking nectar, savoring the familiar salty sweetness of her skin. Then he dragged his tongue across her chest to the other breast, treating the other nipple with the delicacy he showed the first. 

He moaned, closing his eyes. She was so soft, so sweet. It was all he could do not to push her thighs apart and thrust into her like an animal. He traced circles around her nipple, then around her whole breast before continuing on his journey. His mouth lightly touched her stomach, and his tongue made a brief foray into her navel. She moaned and he froze. He didn't want her awake yet.

When she stilled, cradled in the bosom of slumber, he moved lower on her body and buried his nose in the scented curls between her thighs. She smelled of flowers and heaven, aroused woman and his wife. 

Carefully, he nudged her thighs apart then lowered himself to rest between her spread legs. Her pussy glistened in the faint light, moist with her hot cream, beckoning to him. He closed his eyes and inhaled, pressing his erection to the mattress, rubbing himself over the linens. 

He edged closer until the tip of his tongue could touch her clit. Her scent filled his head, and he moaned, moving closer to feast on her sex. Her taste flooded his mouth and he lapped at her, drinking in the honey that dripped from her pussy unto his tongue. 

She woke up coming, crying out his name, her hands tunneling into his hair while he licked at her from the bud of her anus to distended clit. He lifted himself a bit without releasing her pussy so that he could thrust two fingers into her grasping sex. She screamed and arched her back, riding the rhythm of his mouth sucking on her clit. He slid his fingers in and out of her, coaxing more of her cream out so he could drink more of her. 

She cried out, lifting her hips into his mouth and rode out her climax until the last spasm when he slowed his fingers and gave her clit, delicate, petting licks. 

When he stopped and lifted his head to look at her face, she had the expression of a feral female wolf. Her legs were spread, her knees lifted. Her chest and beautiful breasts were heaving with every harsh breath she took. Her eyes glowed with dark hungers he was only happy to satisfy. She sat up, pulled her to him and he willingly went to her, his mouth still damp from her juices. He kissed her and their tongues caressed and clashed. The thunder of her heart echoed in his head, and the heat of her body seared him. 

She twisted so that he rolled beneath her and she straddled his thighs, her wet pussy lips open and pressed against his erect cock. Her hair fell down her back to her buttocks to tease the sensitive skin on his thighs. She looked down at him and grinned.

Her husband was the most perfect example of masculine beauty. His hair fell to his shoulders, a mixture of gold and browns. His eyes were turquoise, hooded and seductive. He had a straight nose, and an angular jaw line. His mouth was full, and he could charm anyone, goddess or mortal alike, with one smirk or smile. His body...

His body was long and leanly muscled. His shoulders were broad, his chest hard. His arms were strong, and she traced down them until she could clasp his fingers with hers. They smiled at each other before she continued her visual caress on his viciously perfect body. 

His abdomen was so ripped he had an eight-pack rather than six. Light hair dusted his chest and stomach to arrow down to the denser growth cushioning his hard cock. Nearly nine inches of velvet-covered steel, with a well-formed head, pronounced veins and heavy sacs, she had been initiated by the perfect specimen on manhood. 

He was a god killer, nature's way of check-and-balance to stop the gods who would rampage against humanity. Like her, he had been born to a god and goddess, and had been gifted with the ultimate power as judge, jury and executioner of rogue gods. He was all seeing, all powerful, all male and all hers. 

With a sly, siren's smile, she lifted herself on her knees, rubbing herself against him, letting his thick cock part her pussy lips. They moaned in unison at the intense pleasure, and his hips flexed, lifting to get more of her. Still she continued to rub her pussy against his cock, moving so that the sensitive head rubbed against her clit, mixing her cream with his pre-cum, making her gasp.

"Take me," he said huskily, licking his lips. She knew he could still taste her. Her juices still glistened over his delectable mouth. "Please."

He was not one to beg, and yet, he didn't mind when he begged her. She released one of his hands so that she could touch his cock and press it harder to her while she moved up and down. He groaned and threw his head back, gritting his teeth. The pleasure spread in lightning-quick strokes from where they met to the rest of his body, heating him, making all of him throb. He released her other hand and cupped her buttocks while she took her pleasure, rubbing his cock against her clit. He sat up to suck on a sweet breast and she came, arching her back, drenching his still hard cock with more of her woman's cream.

She opened her eyes and he released her breast to look at each other. She leaned forward and kissed him, then climbed off his lap and crawled to the headboard. She grasped the rungs and threw a darkly seductive look over his shoulder. "In me," she demanded hoarsely. She parted her thighs to show him her dripping sex.

He needed no further invitation. With a growl, he lunged at her, grabbed her hips and sank, balls deep, into her wet, welcoming pussy. They both groaned in relief. Finally, finally. 

She gripped the rungs of the bed, and he slid his hands up her damp back to gently push her long hair out of the way as he began to pump his hips. He lowered his mouth and tasted the skin at the back of her neck, and she twisted her head so he could move his mouth to kiss her. 

His cock slid in and out of her in a bold rhythm, familiar yet viciously arousing. He straightened up and rested one hand over one ass cheek while the other slid around her body so that his fingers could pluck at her wet clit. She cried out, pushing back at him. She could feel his cock inside her, pleasurably invasive and amazingly intimate, the cockhead rubbing all her secret places. His fingers gently scissored over her clit, helping her body in its climb for completion. She pressed her cheek to the pillow, lifting her ass higher, taking him deeper into her and changing the angles of his thrust. He grunted and moved faster. He felt her separate her folds so that she was more open for him. 

He put his middle finger into his mouth, licked around it then pulled it out. Then he dipped it into her weeping pussy to pick up as much cream as he could. He parted her ass cheeks and pressed his finger into her tight rosebud. Her head flew up, and she let out a keening cry. She held still and he worked one wet finger into her asshole.

He moved his finger, slowly, in and out, then he moved his hips once more to thrust into her, slowly, in and out. Then he moved the fingers that had pressed against her clit, slowly, round and round.

Her body tore itself asunder. She screamed, loud and long. Her pussy gripped him, hard, fluttering around him in powerful contractions that made him cry out.

He lost all finesse, all control, and instinct took over. He fucked her harder, his movements losing the easy rhythm. He kept his finger in her ass, and his hand on her clit as he rode her climax to the last shiver until he released his own. With a shout of completion and triumph, he pushed himself as deep into her as he could while ropes and ropes of his hot cum spurted from him into her womb until she dripped from him. She clutched at his cock, tenderly milking him until he was spent, and they collapsed on the bed, sweaty and damp and sated and exhausted and happy. He pulled away from her so he could roll her to her back and cuddle her against his side. She opened her eyes, and he pushed her damp hair away from her face, smiling at her.

She looked dazed. She lifted her hand to his cheek and he moved his head so he could kiss her palm. Their hearts still thundered and his lungs still starved for air, but he was blissfully happy. His life was perfect.

He kissed her nose, then her forehead. "I love you," he whispered, stroking her hair.

"I love you," she whispered back and wrapped her arms around his waist. 

They let their heartbeats lull them to sleep. 

The moonlight shimmered silver on their naked bodies and a soft, sweet breeze blew the lacy curtains, stirring their mixed scents, the sweetness of her hair and the spice in his aftershave and the lingering fragrance of love.



Even Gods need a little Balance



Hello all, this is my entry in the Summer Lovin' Story Contest. I hope you like it and please vote. I'd like to thank WorldHistoryBuff for a fantastic editing job and the Guild for their support.

This story is dedicated to apollona - for the inspiration.

Enjoy.

***

Anastasia sighed as she saved the final draft and backed it up. Another story done and hopefully those characters would stay silent in her head. 'Fat chance' she thought. Even if those stayed quiet there were always others that were more than eager to take their place. Her writing had started off as a hobby, a way to pass the time, and had developed into something of an obsession. She thought about plot and character development during most of her spare time.

To be fair she was actually pretty good at it even though it wasn't her day job. Several stories were already published on a popular website and had received a very good response. The feedback was positive enough to make her want to continue and improve. It often gave her a warm happy feeling that others were enjoying her stories.

The rain was pelting down on her window making her shiver with even the perception of cold. It wasn't the rain she minded so much it was the cold winter. She detested the season with an unashamed fierceness. She longed for summer, wished for it, even dreamed about it. Not just the beach and the fun it contained but the heat, anything and everything that was anti-cold. 

Stretching out the kinks in her back from sitting in front of the computer too long she decided to check her email before bed. There was several junk ones that she trashed immediately and a couple from friends and relatives that she decided to leave until tomorrow. One caught her eye; it was a feedback email from the website where she posted her stories. She'd come to realize that some people didn't like to comment publically, they preferred to send her a private note with their thoughts on her work.

As she opened it her heart beat a little faster, a small thrill rushing through her as she waited to see what the reader thought.

"Hi, I really liked your story. Terribly romantic and a wonderful read. Please continue to write, I am enjoying your work. P.S I love the name by the way. Ares."

Ana smiled, it never failed to make her happy reading positive feedback. The P.S. confused her though. Without contemplation she quickly whipped off an email in response since they had kindly provided a return email address.

"Dear Ares, Thank you so much for your kind words they are much appreciated. I'm a little confused though. When you said you liked the name did you mean the name of the story or my pen-name? Just wondering. Regards, Isorropia -- AKA Anastasia"

She hit the send button and went to bed still wondering what on earth he meant, it was a he wasn't it? You could never tell with these things. She was always very careful with details she gave on the internet having been warned by other well meaning authors that had been doing it a lot longer than she had. This was a separate email account used only for her stories and related communications.

Aware of the time zones, Ana always checked her email again in the morning to see if there was any feedback left from around the globe. There flashing in her inbox was a reply from Ares.

"Anastasia, It seems that I'm destined to like any name you choose. I intended your pen name but it seems your actual name is one of my favourites. Did you choose Isorropia deliberately? Are you aware of its meaning? Yours, Ares -- AKA Ari" 

Ana chucked to herself as she re-read the email. 'This guy is some piece of work' she thought to herself as she penned a reply affirming that she indeed knew the meaning of her pen-name due to her own Greek heritage. It amused her that someone else had picked up on it. 

Curiosity got the better of her as she looked up Ares on the website to discover that he too had written a couple of stories. Resolving to read them at the earliest opportunity she quickly got ready and headed to work. 

During the day the emails back and forth between them took on a life of their own. It astounded Ana how much in common she actually had with Ari. In one of her wittier commentaries she described it as living parallel lives. She had never corresponded with anyone like this before and she found it refreshing to attempt to explain things with the written word as opposed to relying on tone of voice and other non verbal cues. Email was a much more challenging medium but it also afforded a certain level of anonymity that she appreciated.

Over time Ana and Ari exchanged hundreds of emails, learning all there was to know about each other. It began with talking about writing, exchanging story ideas and even helping each other out with editing. Eventually they started sharing all manner of other things, past adventures at high school and how they ended up in their respective jobs. She heard all about his family, their ups and downs. He learned all about her wacky work colleagues and their bizarre love lives. They whinged about their parents, growing up in overbearing but loving Greek households and all the craziness that entailed and all manner of other things. They laughed over friend's antics and celebrated each other's successes.

After a few months Ana started to think of Ari as her best friend. It was an odd thing indeed to value someone so that you've never met or even talked to. And still every time something happened in her life she couldn't wait to share it with him and read his often hilarious response. 

***

Months later Ari was sitting at his computer lazily going through his email when a new one entered his inbox. 'Ana' he thought. He adored getting her emails; they were so witty and filled with an energy he couldn't believe. Slowly he read through the words on the screen becoming angrier by the moment.

"That bastard!! I'll kill him!!" he yelled his face red from the tension.

"Woah Ari, what's up?" said a shocked Chris from the couch, his brother's yell giving him a scare in the quiet of their living room.

"It's Ana. That creep she's been seeing is cheating on her," Ari explained as he angled the screen for Chris to read the email. 

Chris was shocked. Ari had spoken so often about Ana over the last few months that he felt like he knew her, like she was part of the family. He cringed as he read the words that must have been painful to write.

"So it's not bad enough I catch him with his cock down some slut's throat and he tells me it's been going on for months. My mum has to weigh in and start with the 'He comes from such a good family, it's just a little misunderstanding, don't ruin your prospects, what is everyone going to say....' and all that bullshit. I nearly hit her ..."

"Oh my, the poor thing, shouldn't you call her or something?" Chris offered.

Ari looked at his brother dumbfounded. In all this time they had never actually spoken, he didn't even have her number and now when she needed him, he wasn't able to help. This served to ratchet his anger up another notch. Without preamble he fired off a very short email giving her his phone numbers and asking her to call. All there was left to do was wait.

He found himself constantly checking his phone over the next couple of days. He couldn't believe she hadn't called straight away. He was beside himself with worry. She hadn't emailed either. No contact. His mind was travelling roads better left untravelled. Was she sick, was she depressed, had she done something stupid to herself? And here he was half way across the country unable to do anything for her, unable to get in touch with her. She was his best friend for goodness sake.

Ari shook himself at the apparent absurdity of the thought that you could have a best friend that you've never met but it felt true. He contemplated the sheer volume of information they had exchanged to date and he realized that no one knew that much about him. It was a surreal experience for him having this almost phantom friend that he also knew so much about but didn't know at the same time. He didn't know what she looked like, what she sounded like and he found he really didn't care about that. He did care about her, what she thought, how she felt about things, what she found amusing. Right now he just wanted her to call so he could know she was ok.

Ana spent the first few days after the discovery in utter hell. All she did was cry and sleep and think about all the time she'd wasted believing her now ex-boyfriend's lies. Believing that they were on the same path, that they had a future, that he wanted the same things she did. She recalled cringing when he said he still loved her and she nearly threw up when he tried to explain that it was expected that men have a little more freedom, it didn't mean anything. She was so angry at herself for not seeing through the facade he'd created. 

Fortunately her sister was being very supportive. Marina sat with her, held her when she cried and made sure she ate. She also performed another very important function; she ran interference between Ana and her mother who was trying her absolute best to inflame the situation more. Ana's cousins also helped out by visiting the idiot, ensuring that he left her alone and didn't try anything. She appreciated this since the creep hadn't stopped calling or texting her until he was told in no uncertain terms by several burly boys to stop it or else. 

She'd received Ari's email. It surprised her, she didn't expect that. So far they'd kept a certain level of anonymity, a certain distance. Speaking to him, actually hearing his voice was another thing entirely. She was completely unsure if she wanted to change the nature of their relationship but she understood what it took for him to make the offer. So many times she'd dialled his number and hung up before it went through. She was in such a negative emotional place that she kept thinking of all the things that could go wrong if they actually spoke. What if they didn't have the same connection, the same banter? What if he didn't find her as funny in person? 

'Come on Ana, he's your friend. Just talk to him,' she chastised herself for the umpteenth time. With shaking hands she hit the redial button and waited, completely tempted to just hang up again. 

"Hello," he said

"Hi Ari, its Ana," she said her voice quivering a little from nervousness

"Ana," he breathed, "are you ok?"

"Yeah I just needed to get my head around some things. Sorry I didn't call or email. To be honest I've been a little bit of a mess," she said in a rush.

"That's ok. I understand," he said relieved that she was all right.

They started talking like they'd been doing it for years. Ana talked about the break up and her feelings. Ari broke in with supportive comments and some wishful thinking of what he would like to do to 'The Jerk' as they dubbed him. The conversation naturally progressed to other things and before they realized it a couple of hours had gone by and Ana's phone was beeping that the battery was dying.

"Wow, I can't believe we've been talking for so long. My battery is dying so I'm going to have to get going soon," she exclaimed.

"I know. Are you ok?' he asked again for the hundredth time.

"I will be. I just need some time to work it all out. I know I'm better off without him. Thanks for being there," she said shyly.

"Hey as corny as it sounds, that's what friends are for. Take care Ana," he said with feeling.

"Thank you Ari. Goodnight," she said as she hung up the phone. Moving slowly around her room trying to locate the charger, she realized that she felt a lot better about things. It was wonderful to get things off her chest and just have someone listen. She was glad she took the risk of calling him and she hoped that it wouldn't be the only time they talked. He was truly a good friend.

***

Ana and Ari continued using their emails as the main form of communication, but there were a few calls thrown in. Ana was still occasionally sad and self depreciating about her break up but she was getting better and starting to come out of her slump. 

"Now just right click on the icon," Ari instructed. "The page should open and you should be able to see me."

Ana carefully did as she was told and an image of a handsome young man appeared on her screen. Instinctively she waved and watched as he chuckled at her. 

"Wow this Skype thing is pretty cool," she said.

"Um Ana? You can hang up the phone now," Ari reminded her between peals of laughter. Ana blushed with embarrassment as she put the phone down and averted her eyes from him.

"Hey not all of us are IT geniuses. You're lucky I didn't blow up the computer trying to get this thing up and running," she said still a little annoyed at her inadequacy around all things high tech. 

"Don't worry babe you'll always have me to walk you through it," he said still chuckling. He'd been laughing so hard he hadn't had a good look at her. Cute was the word that came to mind. She looked younger than her years and had a pair of dimples that made him want to smile. He couldn't see much else but he was pleased that she appeared more relaxed after her initial blunder. 

Ana had briefly considered her appearance before deciding on just going with the natural look. And by that she meant no make-up, baggy t-shirt and sweat pants. She figured that this was a chat with a friend not a date so it shouldn't matter. But seeing him now, all laughing and handsome, she felt a twinge of discomfort at her sloppiness. 

Like their phone calls the conversation seemed to flow without much difficultly and even the very brief silences were comfortable. This time it was Ari that stifled a yawn indicating that they again had lost track of time. They signed off and added another multimedia format to their repertoire.

***

Once again Ari found himself bored on a Saturday afternoon aimlessly surfing the net, not really looking at anything in particular. Glancing at the several open applications, he noticed he had a new email. He opened it excitedly as it was from Ana.

"You will never believe what happened today!! So I'm out shopping, not really looking for anything but not wanting to miss the sales. I go into a store that I don't normally frequent since it's out of my price range. With the sales though, it brings it back down to a reasonable level. I spot a really nice little black dress that has been heavily reduced and I'm doubly lucky that they have one in my size.

I'm heading to the dressing room with a little prayer that it fits. Hey, you have no idea how disappointing it is to find something you really like but discover it is designed for a stick insect! I put the dress on and shuffled out of the dressing room with my jeans around my ankles because I can't be bothered taking them off. I look at myself and think 'Not bad'. 

About this time is when the sales assistant walks in and starts to gush. At first I thought she was just doing her job, complimenting the customer, trying to make the sale. Then she started moving closer, fiddling with the zip, touching my waist, telling me how nice my curves look in the dress. I'm becoming uncomfortable at this point but she doesn't stop there. She then gets very handsy, touching my back and sides, positioning the belt, all the while saying how nice my breasts look. I feel her hands moving over my belly going higher and higher. I caught her eye in the mirror nanoseconds before she was about to touch my breast. At this point she froze and stepped back. I was mortified, red faced and attempting to bolt back to the dressing room but couldn't moved quickly because of the damn jeans. 

I'm frantically trying to get changed and all the while I'm thinking how hilarious you would find this situation. Is it wrong that I was thinking of you while taking my clothes off? LOL! I ended up buying the dress but really? Was that normal? Did I read too much into it? I don't think I'm ever going into that shop again."

Ari couldn't stop laughing. Only Ana could get herself into these sticky situations. He automatically picked up his phone and dialled. She answered almost immediately.

"Hey Ari," she smiled.

"So is that what all your shopping trips are like?" he chuckled.

"Don't laugh. It was really weird. So what do you think?" she asked hesitantly.

"I think I need to see that dress," He laughed outright to her frustrated groan. "Seriously though, sounds like she took things a little too far."

"Ya think?" she said sarcastically. "I'm still blushing" 

They then launched into a discussion about appropriate and inappropriate behaviour by people you have only just met. This made for a lot of laughs and another lengthy conversation.

***

It had been months since her break up and Ana was nervously excited about her date with Bradley. He'd asked her out after being introduced by a mutual friend. She'd gone through her whole closet and couldn't decide what to wear. She shook her head at the typical female moment. Just as she was discarding yet another potential first date outfit her alarm pinged and she jumped in shock. She'd been so wrapped up in getting ready that she forgot about the 'face time' she'd arranged with Ari. 

Ana hurried to the lap top and booted it up, annoyed at even the few seconds it took to do so. More confident than she was in the beginning she logged on the site to find Ari's smiling face.

"Hey there, thought you'd forgotten about me." He pouted playfully.

"Never!!" she exclaimed laughing. "Just being a girl and unable to decide what to wear tonight. Got a little carried away and I've emptied the whole wardrobe. Guess what? I have nothing to wear!" she explained.

"What's the occasion?" he asked.

"A date," she said shyly. Ari felt the smile freeze on his face. She was dating again. He knew it was bound to happen at some point however he couldn't help but feel concerned. He didn't want her to get hurt again. 

"Ok, show me the contenders," he said more calmly than he felt. Ana moved over to the bed and held up two dresses. "On woman. I need to see them on. I'm a mere male, I can't decide like that!" he joked.

Ana laughed as she moved out of the camera's view to put on the first dress chatting to him all the while about how the date came about. When she was done she came back into view. Ari smiled, she looked pretty in the floral dress. It was 'sweet' not too revealing but not too prudish either. He liked it and told her so. He watched the blur of motion as she went to get into the other option. As he waited he wondered how he'd ended up in the 'girlfriend' role helping her pick out dresses. 

Ari was chuckling to himself when she came into view. The laughter died in his throat as he saw her wearing what had to be the infamous little black dress of a million emails ago. His breath caught and he couldn't stop staring at the way it clung to every single curve. He swallowed hard and averted his eyes trying to get his heart rate to calm down among other physical reactions. "Oh you don't like this one?" Ana said misreading his reaction. 

Ari almost couldn't bring himself to speak but he couldn't take the disappointed look on her face. "It's nice Ana; I'm just not sure it's right for a first date. The other one seems more appropriate for that." He said hoping she didn't notice the strain in his voice. He let go of the breath he'd been holding when he saw her nod in understanding.

They chatted a little more before Ana said she had to go and get ready. Ari wished her luck and signed off. Shutting the computer down, he fell back on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He tried to puzzle through his reaction and decided he was just a guy reacting to seeing a good looking woman nothing more than that. He didn't even go near the emotional turmoil that the thought of her wearing that dress around another man created. No he would touch that with a barge pole.




Even Gods need a little Balance



***

Ana's first date with Bradley went well and they saw each other for a while. Unfortunately it didn't work out. Neither did the guy after him, or the one after that. Ana couldn't put her finger on it but they were all really nice guys and she enjoyed their company immensely, it just felt like something was missing. At least she didn't feel so nervous about dating anymore. Her sister and friends were constantly setting her up with someone new. 

In fact she had to beg everyone for a weekend to herself since they had been doing such a good job of keeping her occupied with going out and blind dates. She just wanted some time to lounge about the house, watch old movies and eat ice-cream out of the container. She was indulging in just that when her phone rang. 

"Ari!" she said shocked. "Aren't you supposed to be away on your romantic weekend with Emma?"

"Yeah well, that didn't really work out so I came home early," he said.

"Huh?" she said nonplussed.

"We kind of broke up," he replied simply. 

"Oh no Ari, I'm so sorry. What happened?" she said shocked at the inexplicable joy that rose up in her at his announcement. She never liked Emma, well what Ari had said or written about her. She came off as nothing was good enough for her. Ari wasn't ambitious enough, didn't dress well enough, didn't take her to the best restaurants and more. It bothered Ana that Ari would allow this woman to control him like that but she kept her mouth shut and tried to be supportive of her friend. Still the joy this break up caused was confusing, was she really only happy that he wasn't with a horrible woman for his sake?

What happened? How was Ari supposed to answer that question? The weekend had started off well with settling into an exclusive little Bed and Breakfast that was ridiculously priced but Emma liked it so he figured why not. They saw the sights, which meant the shops. They did some activities, which meant Emma picked what they did without consulting him. They even went out to dinner, no prizes for guessing who chose the place.

When Emma went to the ladies room Ari took a moment to send an amusing and self depreciating text to Ana describing his fun filled weekend so far. Emma arrived as he hit the send button.

"What are you doing?" she asked harshly.

"Sending a text," he replied. He'd never lied to her about his friendships with Ana or anyone else.

"It's that Ana girl isn't it?" Emma hissed. "I don't want you talking with her anymore. I'm your girlfriend and you shouldn't be talking with other women like that." 

Ari sat there in shock. All her little quirks over the last few weeks came into sharper focus and he realized that Emma wasn't exactly the sweet young lady he thought she was. Making him choose between his friends and her was a definite deal breaker. 

"Is that an ultimatum Emma?" he asked to her nod. "I see, well then the answer is no. I just realized that you have had your way just a little too often and I'm not about to let that continue. You have a choice, accept me for who I am or I can drive us home tonight," he said calmly.

Emma fussed and cried and pleaded and cajoled but never apologized or agreed to his request. So they ended up driving home and parting company. Ari wasn't sure why but he felt relieved instead of upset. Fancy making him choose between her and Ana, it was no contest. 

"We just wanted different things," he explained to Ana, the dual meaning of the statement lost on him. He couldn't, however, tell her that they broke up over his friendship with her, that wasn't very fair. Ana was her usual understanding and amusing self and he felt lighter and happier than he had in weeks.

"So when are you going to visit? Can I tempt you with a ride on the Harley?" he teased, falling back on their standard closing argument to conversations.

"You know that is really mean Ari, you know how much I want to do that," she griped. Ever since he told her he owned a Harley Davidson she'd been beside herself with envy. She loved motorcycles but rarely had the opportunity to ride since none of her circle of friends was into it. He always used it as a playful taunt. 

"Well you turn up and I'll make sure you get a ride. Just make sure it's summer though. The wind chill at any other time will kill you," he chuckled.

"Summer -- check. Yes sir." She laughed as they said good night. 

***

Over the last few months Ana had been working very hard. She had approached her supervisor with the idea for a project and he'd let her run with it. She noticed at work that although there was some professional development training it was either irrelevant by the time people got around to doing it or only targeted to one or two groups of employees. Ana wondered if she could organized this better since no one was really handling it and many people were crying out for more training as new products came online.

What started off as something small had developed a life of its own. Ana managed to procure exceptional speakers and trainers on current products, as well as targeting some management level gaps in skill development. Everyone was buzzing about the next seminar or how they used what they learned at the last one. She was just going over the schedules when her supervisor called and asked to see her.

She walked to his office curious about whether he was going to ask her to stop this project and make her get back to her more mundane role of going through resumes. 

"Hi Ana, come on in and have a seat," Grant said. He politely waited for her to do so before continuing. "Well, you have been doing such an exceptional job with organizing professional development and training that I just wanted to congratulate you. Someone in tech support said that errors were down 45% in the last month alone." He beamed and Ana blushed at the praise.

"Thanks Grant I've really enjoyed this role," she said to him and inside prayed that he wouldn't tell her it's over.

"Well you've done such a good job that head office has noticed and wanted to know how come my department has the lowest error rate in the country. So I told them about you. Mr. Roland would like you to visit the head office and explain in person what you've been doing. He also suggested arranging one of your seminars for the management team so they can fully understand what is involved," Grant told her.

Mr. Roland was the company's CEO and Ana had never met the man, the mere idea had her shaking in apprehension. "I don't know what to say Grant; this is a little too much," she said breathlessly.

"Ana you know what you are doing. I have faith in you. They expect you there next Friday, my secretary has the details. Just go and work your magic," he said proudly.

Ana walked out, grabbing the details from Dianne on the way. She sat down heavily in her own chair and tried to think through the enormity of this request. If Mr Roland liked what he saw she could turn this into a real career move. While she had never been overly ambitious, she liked the idea of doing this on a larger scale simply because she enjoyed it so much. She immediately hit the phones to organize an appropriate management seminar for the team interstate and started gathering her resources into a coherent package.

After the excitement at the office Ana realized what else this trip actually meant. It placed her in another city, in Ari's city. She was almost hesitant to tell him, normally with news like this she would have called, but this time she opted for an email.

"I'm coming to town so get the parade organized. Seriously though, I'm heading your way for a work thing next Friday. I don't know the details yet but do you want to finally meet?" 

Ari read the email and his heart rate accelerated of its own accord. She was coming here. Here. And she thought an email was enough. No way. He grabbed the phone not even looking at the lateness of the hour.

The ringing of the phone shocked her as she checked the caller ID. "Do you have any idea what time it is?" she grumbled.

"Stuff that. You couldn't call to tell me you were coming? Email? Really?" he chastised.

"Ok you have a point. It was just a little bit of a shock with the work thing and all," she tried to explain. Ana launched into an excited description of what her supervisor said and what she would be doing. 

"Ok you're forgiven this time. That's really exciting Ana, congrats," Ari conceded. "So do you think you might be able to get away later in the day?" 

"I'm sure I will. I think they're paying for me to stay the night so I should have some time. How about I call you and let you know when the plans are more concrete?" she said a little more relaxed now that she realized he was happy that she was coming. 

"You'd better call; I'll let you get some sleep now," he smiled.

"Good night Ari," she chuckled.

***

Ari was humming to himself in the kitchen the next morning oblivious to his brother's and friend's amused stares.

"What's got you so happy?" Peter wondered.

"Ana's coming," Ari said simply.

"You mean here? Ana's coming here? I so have to meet her. When? Where?" Chris demanded.

"Yeah buddy, you've been on about this girl forever. We have to meet her," Peter echoed.

Ari looked at them in shock, he never expected that it would turn into a party but it was definitely looking that way judging by the determined look on their faces. He thought it was just going to be the two of them but it didn't appear to be working out that way. He hoped Ana could handle a group; in fact he was sure she could.

"Ok guys. She's not sure when her work thing is going to finish so just keep next Friday night free and I'll let you know," Ari sighed, resigned to the fact that he wouldn't get any time alone with Ana, not if his friends and family had anything to do with it. He knew they'd adore her.

***

Ana was so incredibly busy getting ready for her meeting at the head office that she didn't have a lot of time to worry about meeting up with Ari. In fact she didn't even think about it until the night before as she was packing for the trip. She didn't want to take too many things but she figured along with the business suit for the day, she'd need a going out outfit for afterwards and something casual to come home in. She threw a few things together and tried to get some sleep but was too excited to do so until quite late.

All too soon she was flying into a new city and settling into the hotel room. She didn't have much time for that either as her meeting was fairly early. It was hot and she loved it. The slight sheen of sweat that instantly appeared the moment she walked out of the air-conditioned airport didn't even bother her. She caught a taxi and gave that address of head office while she sat in the back going over all her material and information, too nervous to even check out the sights. She did manage to smile at the shimmering buildings in the distance as the heat rising from the concrete distorted their shape.

Ana was greeted by Mr. Roland's personal assistant Amanda and shown where to set up. Amanda was very cheerful woman that proved to be both helpful and calming to Ana's nerves. It didn't take long for the management team to arrive but she felt ready.

Ana launched into what she had been doing with her department, going over all the various in-services she'd arranged and the benefits she'd seen. She timed this so well that just as she was finishing the presenter for the seminar she'd arranged arrived. There was a smooth transition between her presentation and getting the team to experience the real thing. Ana watched as they enjoyed the presentation, and even started taking notes on many of the things the presenter discussed.

They broke for lunch where she was accosted by many attendees about how wonderful and informative that seminar was. Finally after lunch she went over a quick debrief of their experience and what she would like to do with all the departments by tailoring their skill development according to their needs. She could see many nods of approval as she wrapped up her presentation. 

It was bordering on home time as she packed her things. Everyone had left leaving her alone with Mr. Roland.

"Ana, I must say that was a remarkable presentation. You've given me much more food for thought than I expected. I really didn't think you had this so well thought out," he said amazed.

"Thank you sir," Ana said as she blushed at the compliment.

"None of this 'sir' business. Call me David. Now I realize that this is a little sudden but I would like to offer you a job, well more of a promotion. I think you'd do amazing things if we could centralize your efforts from head office. It would benefit the company at a national level enormously. This is what I'm offering, please take your time, there is no hurry but think it over and let me know," he said as he handed her a folder. "Now do you have plans for dinner?"

"No David, but I do for afterwards. I'm meeting some friends," she explained feeling it would be best to be honest with one's boss.

"Great then, an early dinner to discuss your future, leaving you plenty of time to enjoy your time with your friends. Maybe they can convince you to stay," he chuckled. Ana's mind was reeling as they walked out. 

Dinner was lovely and David couldn't help himself as he went over the details of the offer including a very attractive salary increase and financial assistance with relocation costs. More importantly it was the opportunity to head up a new department devoted to internal skill development ensuring that all employees were at the top of their game. For many it was also about maintaining professional accreditation which was becoming difficult as they often had to take days off work to attend off site workshops to fulfil professional standards. Doing this internally essentially saved everyone a lot of time and money along with numerous other benefits. Essentially it was her dream job. The question was could she leave her family and friends and move to a new city where she didn't know anyone.

Well that wasn't exactly true, she knew Ari, and through him his family and friends. But was that enough? She pondered this as she was getting ready. David had dropped her off back at the hotel allowing her plenty of time to get ready to meet with Ari. Through several texts and a couple quick calls they'd arranged to meet up at a little Jazz club that Ari assured her was quiet enough for them to be able to hold a conversation. 

The heat of the day had started to dissipate as the sun began to set but it was still warm. If anything Ana loved summer nights even more than the day. The taxi dropped her off right outside the front as the bouncer looked her over appreciatively before opening the door for her. She entered into the soothing sounds of the music. A little nervously she looked around for Ari, as an irrational fear that she wouldn't recognize him gripped her briefly. But there he was standing with a group of guys as their eyes met and he started walking towards her with the biggest grin on his face.

Ari was nervous, he alternated between standing up and pacing and sitting down and fidgeting. Peter was about to slap him he was being so annoying. Ari was on another one of his pacing trips when he saw her enter. She hadn't seen him yet so he took a moment to just look at her. He could tell even at this distance that she was wearing 'that dress'. His whole body tightened at the thought. Trying to slow his breathing he made his way around the armchairs and people to get to her.

She was really here, standing in front of him. He couldn't believe it as he stood there staring at her. 

"You made it," he said still staring.

"I did," she replied smiling nervously. 

This was ridiculous he thought as he moved forward and wrapped her up in his arms, hugging her for all he was worth. She couldn't breathe he was holding her so tight but she didn't complain. It was nice, more than nice it felt right, natural, normal, like they'd been doing this forever. He broke away and grabbed her hand dragging her willingly along.

"Come and meet everyone," he said excitedly. They reached the group of guys and they all turned their heads and looked at her smiling. "Guys this is Ana. Ana this is well, everyone," he said chuckling. He introduced his brother Chris, friend Peter and his cousins Mike and George. All the boys that he talked about constantly.

"Hi everyone," Ana said confidently she felt as if she already new them. Turning to George she said "George, you have to tell me. Is it true that you got locked out of a hotel room naked? Ari refused to tell me what you were doing out of your room in that state. Now I'm here you absolutely have to tell me what happened," she smiled and the men erupted in laughter George included. It was a perfect way to break the ice and George launched into the tale with much laughter.

They appreciated the ease in which she slipped into their little group; she knew many of their stories and a lot of their likes and dislikes. She hadn't laughed so much in ages. They made her feel so welcome.

Chris kept looking at his brother and would often catch him staring at Ana with an odd look on his face. He had an idea what might be going on, in fact he had been thinking about it for a while. He decided to take a chance and see if he was right.

"Come on Ana; let me take you away from these brutes. Come and dance with me," Chris said as he extended his hand towards her. Unable to refuse his offer, Ana took his hand and followed him to the dance floor. She settled comfortably into his arms and they chatted amicably as they slowly revolved around.

Chris looked over her shoulder and noticed his brother looking. Time to see if he was right. He pulled Ana closer and started to hold her more intimately running his hands lower along her back to the top of her luscious arse. Hey he was dancing with a beautiful woman, he would have to be brain dead to not appreciate it. He smiled to himself as he saw Ari's face darken in anger. Taking it up a notch he ran his hands lightly over her butt and smiled as his brother leapt out of his seat and headed their way. It was all he could do not to burst out laughing.

Ana was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with Chris' behaviour. He was a good looking guy, she just didn't think of him that way so his slightly roaming hands felt decidedly strange. Just as she was trying to come up with a way to extricate herself from the situation she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Mind if I cut in?" Ari asked. He wasn't really asking as he shot a furious look at Chris. 

"Sure Ari, no problem," Chris stepped away, still trying to hold back the laughter threatening to escape.

Ari wrapped his arms around Ana and swayed to the music. Now this, this was right. He had felt an irrational anger at his brother when he saw him with his hands all over her. It wasn't right. Hell he didn't blame him she looked good in that dress, damned good. The sort of good that one friend doesn't think of about another. The idea alone confused him so he stopped thinking about it and just enjoyed being here with her.

He held her close as they danced. The music had moved onto a more upbeat number but they were oblivious to all the gyrating bodies around them. Song after song went by and they just stood there clinging to each other. Ari looked down into her eyes and momentarily forgot what he was going to say. She smiled at him as he brushed his hand along her cheek.

"Let's get out of here," he said finally. Ana looked at him perplexed. "I brought the bike."

Ana was thrilled; he had taunted her with promises of a ride for ages. Excitement suffused her system as she made her way back to the group. They said a hasty good bye to everyone with many 'great to meet you's' and 'don't be a stranger'. Chris gave her a warm hug and an odd look as they left. She couldn't bring herself to think about it, the ride had taken over all her thoughts. Once outside she practically ran to the row of motor cycles wondering which one was his.




Even Gods need a little Balance



Ari chuckled at her enthusiasm. If he'd known how much joy it would bring her, he would have done this as soon as she'd arrived. Still they were here now. He walked over to his baby, the Heritage Softail Classic. He wanted to forgo the helmets, to feel the wind in their hair, but safety was paramount so he handed her a helmet and helped her secure it properly. She looked cute.

He helped her up and showed her where to place her feet, his hand running along her bare leg for a moment. Dresses were not exactly conducive for riding but he did love the way it had ridden up her thighs, even though he was trying hard not to look. Ari put his own helmet on and took his seat. He felt her arms go around him automatically and smiled to himself. 

The bike roared to life with that distinctive sound only Harley's have. Ana's squeal of delight could be heard above the roar. He knew she'd love this. He took off winding through the streets of the city. He took her to all the tourist spots but she was more interested in the ride. The speed, the rush. The power of the bike underneath her, that continuous vibration was creating all manner of sensations. 

Ana's arms tightened around him, she loved that he would do this for her. This man, her friend, and the one she talked to about everything. Right now she was seeing him in a whole new light. Tonight he wasn't a buddy and mate; tonight he was a man on a Harley. It was such a heady thought as she pushed herself closer to him.

Ari could feel the heat of her through their clothes. He could even imagine feeling her breasts pushing against him. Now that was a thought that came from nowhere. He tried to shake the thought away as he pulled up to the spot he wanted to show her. It was a little spot he'd discovered right on the water of the harbour that afforded the most amazing view of the city.

Ana immediately removed her helmet, shook her hair out, and slid off the bike. It was an amazing sight. The lights dancing off the water, the bridge and other beautifully lit attractions beautifully lit. The warmth of the breeze, it was all simply perfect. She took a deep breath and laughed. Spreading her arms out she spun in circles laughing the whole time. She could almost hear John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John singing "But oh --oh those summer nights..." 

Ari grinned at her exuberance, the childish abandon of it all. He realized that she looked stunningly beautiful, infinitely sexy. Oh he was in trouble now. Those thoughts were not permitted between friends. Removing his own helmet he kicked the stand out but stayed on the bike watching her.

Ana felt a little foolish but she was just so excited to be here. After so many emails and phone calls, she was finally here, finally able to spend face to face time with her friend. Real face to face time, not just Skype. And that ride, he'd promised so long ago. That he remembered touched her and it was everything she'd expected, better even.

She ran up to him and threw her arms around his neck kissing him soundly on the cheek. "Thank you for this," Ana said breathlessly.

Ari wrapped his arm around her pulling her closer. She felt so right, so warm against him. With a mind of their own his lips descended on hers. Softly, tenderly, the slightest pressure. He felt her press herself against him feeding his desire further. Experimentally he brushed his tongue along her lips amazed at the sweetness. He moaned as her lips parted for his exploring tongue, as he delved deeper wanting more of that taste that was her. 

They parted panting, his hand still on her cheek. "Oh this changes things," Ana whispered uncertain.

"Yes it does," Ari said dragging her mouth back to him. This kiss more passionate than the last. He lifted her up into his lap needing her closer. His hands caressing her neck and shoulders, hating the clothes covering the parts he really wanted to touch. This didn't stop him though as he ran his finger tips across the swell of her cleavage causing her to shiver. 

This was so unexpected, not unwanted, just unexpected. Ana could feel the heat surge through her whole body. It matched if not exceeded the warmth of the night. A detached part of her felt strange, this was her friend and this wasn't what friends did. Well, she guessed it was more than that now. She shuddered and moaned into his mouth as his thumb brushed over a hardened nipple. His hands roamed freely now and she had no desire to stop him.

Ari ran his hand up her thigh forcing her to part her legs giving him more access. And still his mouth never left hers, his tongue continued to dance with hers. Slowly his fingers traced the outline of her panties; he was pleased at the dampness he encountered there. Deftly he pulled the material aside and slid his fingers along her folds, groaning as he did so. Gradually he sank a couple of fingers into her molten heat, loving the way she gripped him.

Sweat started forming along Ana's brow as he expertly stroked her. She was writhing in his arms and he held her more firmly. Ari was fascinated by her breathing, the way she was clawing at him, her heat and the way her hip was rubbing against his hardness. Her hand slipped between them and she started stroking him through his jeans. He moaned loudly into her mouth.

This was too much. Ripping her mouth from his she pushed his hand away. She manoeuvred herself so she was straddling him. She fumbled with the buttons of his jeans but managed to undo him and release his hard cock. He groaned as she wrapped her hand around him, growling he grabbed her hips. She took the hint and carefully lowered herself into him slowly. They both moaned as she sank down.

Ari couldn't imagine a more perfect feeling than that tight, liquid heat. The incredible velvety softness that was her, his Ana. He held her hips still a moment to allow her to get use to him. She clung onto his shoulders amazed at the feeling of fullness. There was urgency now, a need. She lifted herself up and sank onto him again, gasping at the sensation. Again and again she did this as she felt his hands grasp her arse helping her, encouraging her. 

Harder and harder he pushed her, the friction becoming so intense it was almost uncontrollable. He let go of her arse for a moment to pull her lips back to him. He needed the contact, the closeness of her mouth. He felt her breathing shift, knowing she was close he pressed up into her harder, deeper feeling her whimper. 

Such sweetness was overwhelming as she felt that coil loosen as she shattered around him, taking him with her as she felt him release inside her. That throbbing, pulsing, moment seemed to last forever and neither of them wanted it to end. They sat there wrapped around each other for an age when they realized they had to move. 

Ana untangled herself from him and slid off the bike, nervous now that they'd burst through that barrier of friendship into the unknown. She wasn't sure how she was meant to feel, what she was meant to do. She couldn't even bring herself to look at him for fear of what she might see. 

"Let's get you back to your hotel," Ari said simply as he put his helmet back on. Ana stared, after what had just happened, her friend, this gorgeous creature on that beautiful machine had brushed her off. She felt her stomach plummet as her breath caught. Determined not to show him a reaction she straightened her clothes and got back on the bike.

Ari was still riding the high of the experience. He'd just shared the most incredible encounter with Ana, the woman that knew him better than he knew himself, his best friend. It was more intense than he ever thought possible. His thoughts were racing and he didn't notice that she wasn't holding him as tightly, or sitting as close. He weaved through the streets eventually pulling up at the entrance of the hotel. Shutting the bike down, he hopped off and waited for her.

Ana was trembling now, completely at a loss. She'd travelled all this way into a situation that was decidedly confusing. Was this it? A quick encounter followed by infinite awkwardness? Had they ruined a wonderful friendship? Clearly it meant more to her than it did to him. For her it was magic, thoroughly beautiful and fulfilling to experience that intimacy with him. His reaction however, showed that he didn't feel the same. She hesitated in the doorway not knowing what to do or what to say. She was shivering from more than simply the cooler air blowing out of the door.

"Go to your room and get your things, then check out. I'll get you a taxi," Ari said calmly. Ana was lost; she heard the words but didn't understand them. Drawing on courage from somewhere she managed to look into his eyes.

"I don't understand," she breathed. 

"Well you can't exactly fit a suitcase on the bike," he said smiling at her. Ana was still looking at him as if he'd grown another head. After what felt like an age her dilemma finally dawned on him and he smiled as he stepped forward and grazed her cheek with his lips. "You are mine now," He said whispered into her ear. "I want you in my home, in my bed. You are not staying here. Mine," he purred.

Ana's heart soared. The doubt and awkwardness fell away revealing something new, something as yet unexamined. She felt his eyes on her as she made her way inside. The friendship was definitely over but what lay in its place was unclear. She wrapped her arms around herself as she rode the elevator to her room in a physical attempt to hold herself together. 

She quickly gathered her things and tried to not over think everything. Ana wasn't the type to be this spontaneous or daring, but this felt different. She knew Ari, really knew him. Even though they'd only met that night they'd known each other for over a year, more than that it felt like they'd known each other forever. She'd never before felt this sense of rightness, the jigsaw puzzle pieces falling into place. 

Ignoring the strange look she received from the concierge at the odd hour of her checkout, she grabbed her small suitcase and laptop-bag and headed towards the entrance. For the second time that night she had that irrational feeling that he wouldn't be there. But there he was, looking positively divine leaning against the bike. He took her breath away. 

Ari saw her coming towards him with her things and he immediately went to help. He put the bags in the taxi and gave the driver his address. Unable to resist he kissed her briefly before making sure she was safely in the car. What he really wanted to do was push her against the taxi and devour her but he held back surprised by his own need. He straddled his bike and took off wanting to be home before she arrived.

Ana sat in the taxi grateful that the driver wasn't incline to chat. Her thoughts were a whirlwind unable to settle in one spot. She was actually going to his house, Ari's house, and she was going to stay the night. Oh my, the mere thought of what that implied almost made her dizzy. The heat of their encounter on the bike slammed into her full force causing fire to spread through her veins and wetness to pool between her legs. No other man had made her feel this way and that it was Ari made it incredibly special. 

In no time the taxi arrived in front of a modern looking house. Ana went to pay the driver only to find that Ari had already paid the man. She shook her head as she grabbed her things and made her way to the front door. Before she had a chance to knock it opened shocking her off balance. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her drawing her inside. Ana looked up to see Ari gazing down at her with intensity before he captured her lips in a slow drugging kiss. Panting and barely coherent they parted and giggled at themselves.

Ari sat her own in front of the lap top in the living room and she looked at him perplexed. "Um what is this?" she asked.

"That is your airline's website I need you to change your flight for Sunday night." He said as he took her things into his room.

"First the hotel, now the airline. Demanding aren't you?" she chuckled.

"Yes I am if it means having you here as long as possible," he said with a smile. 

Ana shivered as she typed away changing her flight on the website. She wasn't sure she wanted to read too much into his comment but it did make her heart beat just a little faster knowing that he wanted her here. Once she was done she turned to find him staring at her with that same heated intensity as before. Swallowing the lump in her throat she moved slowly towards him. Never having been the one to initiate anything remotely sexual, she was at a loss as to what to do when she was finally standing in front of him.

Ari's breath caught in his throat as she approached him. He couldn't help but be filled with desire as she gave him that look, the one that was halfway between utter lust and innocence. He stood and took her hand escorting her to his bedroom. Standing near the bed he slowly unzipped her dress and started to peel it away from her body.

"I've been meaning to tell you that this dress is absolutely stunning but right now I don't care for it at all, not one little bit," he said in a husky voice as he nibbled her jaw and neck. Ana sighed as he licked and kissed at her shoulder and moved to help him get the dress off quicker. Ari slapped her hands away. "This is my present and I'm the only one that gets to unwrap it," he admonished. 

Ari kissed and licked at every exposed part of skin he could get to as he pushed the dress to the floor. When he had her standing there in her underwear he repeated the process until she was naked. By this stage Ana was literally quivering in anticipation, she didn't think her legs could support her weight anymore. Sensing her need but still wanting to draw things out, Ari lowered her onto the bed. There he slanted his lips over hers and kissed her hard, his tongue driving into her mouth tangling with hers until she was kissing him back just as fiercely. Ana didn't know such passion existed let alone how to experienced it.

Once he was sure she was thoroughly aroused he moved lower laving her already hard nipples with his tongue before sucking and biting on them. Ana cried out and arched off the bed at the intensity of the sensation. Lower still he went as he kissed a path to the top of her mound before placing a chaste kiss there. Gently he parted her legs and inhaled the heady scent that caused him to harden further than he ever thought possible. Soon, he promised himself, soon he would bury himself inside her but right now he wanted to taste her essence, imprint to his brain all that was her.

Ana raised herself to her elbows to better see what he was doing; he'd been staring at her so long she'd started to think there was something wrong. Instead he looked up at her with such hunger that she stopped breathing. As his tongue touched the most heated part of her she also stopped thinking. 

Ari didn't simply lick and tease, he feasted, he couldn't get enough of her sweet taste. He ran his tongue along her folds suckling and nibbling at her engorged lips causing her to writhe above him. He allowed his lips and tongue to explore every part of her except the one part that she wanted him to touch. 

Ana was panting and whimpering desperate for release. She had completely lost all sense of time and place. At this point she wasn't above begging.

"Please Ari. Please." She panted.

"Please what? Tell me what you need," he said smiling at her knowingly. Ana scowled at his arrogance but her need was too great.

"I need you. I need you to touch me, I need you inside me, I need ... everything," she practically growled. 

Ari's tenuous control of himself completely dissolved at that point. He moved up hovering above her before entering her in one long hard stroke. Ana had been so close until then that it was all it took for her to explode. He held her as she screamed her release and marvelled at how beautiful she looked in its midst. 

Ari waited patiently until Ana had regained herself before moving inside her. He didn't think he was ever going to get enough of this woman; she was so responsive and fit him so perfectly. He could feel her wet velvety softness gripping him tightly and it was all he could do to not thrust away with abandon. He wanted this to be slow, he wanted to feel every part of her, he wanted to wrap himself up with everything she had and never let go.

Ana moaned at the delicious feeling of being stretched as he entered her torturously slowly before withdrawing only to repeat the process over again. Her skin felt so hot and everywhere they were touching was creating even more friction. Her hardened nipples rubbing against his chest, her hands running down his back, his tongue on her neck, everything was causing more heat, more fire. She felt like she was going up in flames. 

And still Ari kept up the slow pace; she clung to him tightly as if she wanted to meld their bodies together at more than one juncture. They pushed against each other slowly, passionately until he could feel the familiar churning starting. Harder and faster he moved until they both cried out clinging to each other breathless. 

Ari nestled her into his side as he gently wiped her hair away from her forehead. Her breathing was becoming deep and even, indicating that sleep was not too far off. "You are so very beautiful my Ana," he breathed as he kissed her lips tenderly before joining her in slumber.

***

Ana sidestepped trying to get away from his tickling fingers and she turned the bacon over in the pan. They were making breakfast; well she was trying to make breakfast while he was trying his best to distract her. She found that Ari was very good at distraction. They had intended to be eating earlier but Ari suggested a shower and that took a lot longer than expected.

Ana bit back a moan as she recalled the way he ran his soap-slicked hands all over her body. That was barely half an hour ago and here she was wanting to jump on him again. Yes he was very distracting indeed. 

She was just putting the dishes on the table when they heard the rattle of keys in the door and Chris walked in. Ana smiled and retrieved another plate.

"Want some breakfast Chris?" she asked. Chris looked at his watch and raised an eyebrow at her. "All right then, brunch?" she amended with a chuckle. 

Initially Ana felt a little awkward around Chris wondering what he would think of her as it was very obvious where and how she had spent the night. Chris however was his affable self and immediately managed to ease her concerns as they ate and chatted.  

Somewhere in the conversation Ana mentioned her job offer. She was taking to Chris so she missed the look on Ari's face. She didn't want to say too much about it because there was a lot to think about and she didn't want to put added pressure on Ari and this new relationship? Fling? Friends with benefits? She didn't know what this was so she wasn't about to move states for something so uncertain even though her heart ached for this to be something substantial.

Ana stood to clear away the dishes but the boys shooed her away saying that they would clean up. Seeing that they were not going to budge she headed to the bedroom to sort out her meagre wardrobe for the next couple of days.

"So what do you think about the job offer?" Chris asked Ari as he handed him a plate to dry.

"It seems like a good opportunity for her, the money is good, but it is her decision," Ari said with a half hearted shrug.

"You are so dense little brother. Do I have to dance with her again to get your attention?" Chris said trying not to shout. His brother could be so frustrating on occasion.

"What? You, last night, I," Ari stammered not quite understanding.

"Ari you have been in love with that woman for ever. I knew it then and I could see it last night when you saw her. I just tried to nudge you in the right direction. Judging by the fact that she spent the night here I think I was right," Chris patiently explained with barely concealed amusement.




Even Gods need a little Balance



"That was low Chris," he chastised but with no real feeling. His mind was swamped with a new awareness. He was in love with Ana. He'd always been in love with Ana, probably from that very first story, those first few emails. He knew that he didn't want to be apart from her anymore, he wanted her to stay.

Chris watched as the emotions and thoughts raced across his brother's face. It was about time the boy woke up. Ana was perfect for him and he already thought of her as a little sister so she would fit right in. All that was left was for Ari to actually man up and talk to her. Chris packed the last of the utensils away and turned to his brother.

"So are you going to go and tell her and ask her to stay or am I? Don't think I won't," he warned as he made to move towards Ari's room.

"Ok Chris, you made your point. I'm in love with her," Ari said with a goofy grin on his face. A grin that was echoed by his brother. "I'll go and talk to her." 

Ari found Ana sitting at his desk sorting out some paperwork. She looked up and smiled as she put the file down.

"Can we talk?" he said tentatively. 

Ana's heart raced at the words. This could go one of two ways; it could make her world or devastate her. A coin toss. She nodded and waited hardly daring to breathe.

"I think you should take the job Ana. It is an incredible career opportunity and you've said how much you really enjoy doing it," he said. 

This was not exactly the way she thought this would go. Confused but happy for his opinion she said a very quiet "Ok."

"That is me trying to be objective," He said looking at her in the eyes and moving closer until he was kneeling before her chair. "When really I have a very, very selfish motive. I want you to stay; I want you to move in here, with me. I want you with me all the time. Ana I'm in love with you. I think I've been in love with you forever. Please say you'll stay." 

Ana's breath caught and tears welled up in her eyes. Like a lightning bolt the realization hit her, she had been in love with him the whole time too. That was why it hadn't worked with anyone else; she was always comparing them to Ari. 

"Yes. Yes I'll stay, move, whatever!" she exclaimed with tears of joy running down her face. Ari was elated as he dragged her down onto his lap while kissing her soundly. Ana initially tried to push him off but he was fused to her lips and she couldn't say she didn't like the sensation. 

Ari realized she was trying to say something through their kiss. It sounded like 'mhphooomoo'. He tore his mouth away with great difficulty. "What?" he asked.

"I was trying to say: I love you too. But you wouldn't let me." She pouted playfully. Ari grinned so hard he thought he would break his face before capturing her lips again. Neither heard the door open or the discreet clearing of the throat. 

"Do I really need to get a bucket of water?" Chris groaned with an exaggerated eye roll. This they did hear as they disentangled themselves and stood up, Ana blushing furiously. "I gather she's staying?" he asked with a smile. Ari nodded unable to keep his own smile in check as he looked at her. 

"I'm going to have to go back and sort some things out with work and get my things but yes I'm moving in. I hope that is ok?" she added concerned that Chris hadn't been consulted since it was his place too.

"Ana this is your home now. You are family; I've always wanted a kid sister," he said as he gave her a big hug. Ari chuckled and dragged her back to his side the moment she was released from his brother's embrace. He still didn't like anyone else touching her. For her part Ana frowned at his possessiveness but understood the desire it contained.

Ari brushed his lips over hers as he felt the need starting to rise in him again. He looked meaningfully over at his brother hoping he could take a hint.

"I'm going, I'm going. I think I'll crash at Peter's for the rest of the week-end. You two have fun. Man are we going to have to lay down some ground rules," he said chuckling as he left closing the door behind him.

"You didn't have to kick him out," Ana said jokingly.

"Yes I did. Besides I didn't think you'd want him watching while I thoroughly ravage you, over and over and over and ..." he murmured against her lips. 

Taking her sharp intake of breath as ascent he slanted his mouth over hers and revelled in her taste. Ana could feel his need as they pressed together and it matched her own. There was no place on earth she would rather be than in this man's arms. There were some interesting conversations to be had with her parents about moving but it would sort itself out. She slipped her hands under his T-shirt to feel his heated skin eliciting a groan from him. Yes, this is where she wanted to be. To love and be loved by her best friend.



Even in the Best Families



In what circumstances should a teenage girl best discover the facts of life? Sex Ed class? The back seat of a Pontiac GTO? Or during one of those late-night mom-daughter chats? For young Shelley, her sexual initiation was to take a far more direct route - in bed with her parents! 

**

But have you ever even thought about doing anything improper as far as Shelley is concerned Greg?" She was staring at her husband as one might a laboratory specimen. "Be honest with me, I promise I won't hold it against you hun - I'm just interested. 

"Jesus Christ," Greg was thinking, "What father if he was honest had never once looked at his teenage daughter, if only in a moment of surging hormonal unrest, and wondered what it would be like to shove her face-down on the bed, tug those hot little panties down beneath that damnably clingy little nightdress and bring her fully up to date on sex-ed while she moaned herself stupid like Justin Timberlake in the recording studio. 

"Well Trace," he replied, figuring the jury was gonna return a guilty verdict in any event, "Since you ask, yeah, I guess I have noticed Shelley has kinda grown-up of late. Hard to miss really - well from a male viewpoint." Tracey sat up straight in bed, hugging her knees.

"You're avoiding my question though Greggy. Have you ever gone past the "noticing" stage? I mean..." she paused, looking for the right words, "Has it ever reached the, you know... fantasy stage?"

Greg was distinctly uncomfortable in the witness stand. "Come on Tracey," he replied, "You're asking me if I have ever thought about having sex with my own daughter?" He sat there staring at his wife. "You know?" he muttered, "All this research you're doing for your Psyche major is messing with your mind Tracey. You're gonna end up wondering if every man fits your lecturer's profile of an urban rapist... if not the local neighborhood paedophile." 

"Don't get mad with me hun," she pouted, suddenly all hurt and vulnerable. "I was just wanting to get a male perspective here... especially from a guy with a pretty young daughter. Doesn't mean I think you're actually gonna try anything with her - God forbid!" He studied his still very attractive wife, barely past her mid thirties. Aggression he had learned early in life, was a handy defense tactic. 

"Ok Trace, now you be honest with me. OK?" She slipped effortlessly into her cute-as-a-button look! "Does the thought of me doing stuff to Shelley turn you on at all?" He saw the look of abject horror cross her face at much the same time he heard the sharp intake of breath. He couldn't be sure, but that looked much like a suppressed blush she was battling to come to terms with concurrently.

"How could you ask such a thing Greg?" she responded abruptly. 

"I'll take that as a "Yes," I think," he smirked, half aware suddenly that the subject matter was causing a stiffening of his nether regions, an actuality which might be construed as counter-productive under the circumstances. Now his wife was visibly blushing. "Shelley's just a young girl Greg," she muttered, "Our eighteen-year old daughter... let's get real here!" 

"Well you started the topic Trace," he replied, moving across to her and running his hand suggestively up her thigh. "I can't be responsible for what might happen." He had reached the hem of her nightdress and began pushing the soft material upwards. She wasn't breathing all that regularly he noted with keen interest. Idly watching the progress of her hemline as it inched its way north, she became curiously aroused. At the point her panties were exposed, she felt deliciously alert to the possibilities, and making no pretence at closing up her legs, allowed her husband's hand free- passage to its fully indecent destination. 

Greg of course was slipping his hand up inside his daughter's panties right that moment. Only the rising tide of his wife's arousal snapped him back to the real world. "Jesus Trace," he mumbled, "You're really up for it tonight aren't you?" he added, in response to the already accumulated moisture on-site. "Sure you're not thinking about our conversation just now?" 

The fact is, Tracey was imagining those very fingers encroaching upon her daughter's undoubtedly virginal and fully-unchartered genitalia. In her mind, she could hear already the delicate gasps as the girl's father relieved her first of her PJ's and subsequently her tight little panties... Never had Tracey been so wet. In no mood now for continued foreplay, all she wanted was his cock as far up her slippery little pussy as she could get it. Greg's needs mirrored his wife's decadent urges and pushing her back on the pillow he was stunned to see her lying there, legs spread to the max, as she held her panties aside for him like a cheap whore. It was a look he could get used to. 

Not by any stretch of the imagination could the casual observer have declared this to be a love-making session. Greg simply was raping with impunity, the local slut whose personal needs ran to getting herself fucked insensible on a regular basis. Not exactly a case of intended synchronicity, yet both participants reached their orgasmic plateau at the same moment. It was only seconds past the finishing line that she realised her bra straps either side had been snapped in her husband's frenetic need to disrobe her. Both breasts she noted with not a little satisfaction, bore the marks of intense groping, while her nipples quite evidently, could have supported a four-player tag-team of hoop-la! As they floated jointly into that post-coital haze of shared-contentment in which the principal activity is that concerned with a levelling out of the respiratory process - neither were game to air their suspicions as to their partner's agreeably hands-on participation in what could justifiably be termed. "the union of the month." After all, why run the risk of self- incrimination? 

"Goodnight hun," 

Throughout the following day, Greg's mind just wasn't on his job while Tracey found concentrating on household chores, not far off impossible. What both were thinking about however would have embarrassed the most committed of social workers, if not your average Supreme Court Judge. "Can you help me with my Ancient History assignment dad?" Shelley asked of her father after dinner, two nights later. "My teacher is soo dumb - he doesn't explain anything to us." Looking at his daughter slumped elbows-first across the table, cradling her cheeks in her hands and pouting rather inelegantly, he was again made so aware of the unutterable appeal of teenage femininity. With her skirt displaying several inches of visible thigh in that posture, and the curve of those sculptured breasts more than evident beneath her school blouse, Greg felt the on-set of those now quite familiar stirrings. 

"Sure honey," he replied, and putting down the newspaper he went over and sat beside her at the table. 

Half an hour later, having helped her research and tabulate the lives of several Pharaohs from the Dynastic New Kingdom, he found himself staring at that blemish-free visage, those cute little wispy brown curls at either temple and that wonderfully smooth ski- ramp as it descended invitingly beneath her top two buttons. She smelt of youth and promise! 

"What are you looking at dad?" she asked suddenly but not accusingly. It snapped him out of his reverie.

"Nothing sweetheart," he replied, "Just thinking how very pretty you are and how much I love you." The soft blush which invaded her cheeks melted his heart. 

Some three hours later, standing beneath the hot shower, Shelley watched fascinated as rivulets of steaming water snaked across her fairly small, though in-arguably well-developed breasts. Idly, she toyed with a nipple. It felt nice and her mind wandered. She remembered her father staring at her so lovingly while helping with her assignment earlier. He was a really good-looking man she had to admit... she had never really thought of him that way before, but there again she had never been playing with her nipples like this either. She gave a little gasp and dropped her hands to her sides. "God, look how erect they are?" she thought to herself. Having dried off, she took longer than usual with her underwear..."What would it be like having daddy dress me now?" she pondered momentarily before chiding herself for having such thoughts. 

The comfort-inducing heat from the shower must be causing these mind-slips she decided. Looking-in on her parents on the way back to her bedroom she just leaned around the door and uttered a breezy "Night mom, night dad... thanks for all the help!" 

"Come and give me kiss sweetheart," Greg called out to his daughter as he nestled comfortably his side of the huge bed, reading the last chapter of "The Da Vinci Code." Scuttling across the room, she climbed up on the bed and proffered a cheek for her father to kiss her. In the fraction of time it had taken her to cover that short distance, Greg had an eyeful of that curvy little body, little of which was hidden by those yummy little PJ's which he noted, had thoughtfully ridden-up at the waist slightly as she navigated the coverlet.

The scent of soap, body lotion and scrubbed young female were almost more than he could stand.

"Gosh dad!" she giggled as he kissed her full on the lips, passing-up the cheek option in favor of the more stimulating facial contact. In that second she almost understood. She was still looking at him, emotions in turmoil, hormones on red-alert when her mother whispered, "Now don't go teasing your father Shelley, he's only a man after all." 

Now she really blushed. "He kissed me mom!!" she giggled. 

It was too much for Greg. Seizing his daughter around the waist, he pulled her to him. There was he noticed, something less than a degree of measured resistance. This time the kiss was protracted. He could feel his wife's eyes taking in the extraordinary scene. If it was doing to her what it was doing to him, his daughter was in big trouble. "Dad!!!" she mumbled, pulling back from him, eyes now the size of saucers. "You shouldn't be doing that!"

The far side of the bed, Tracey watched her young daughter's enforced lip-action, complete with a sudden hot flush, at the point Shelley's clearly defined little rear end was starkly outlined beneath her PJ pants as her father pulled her closer. Slipping marginally lower, the vaguest onset of her cleft became visible. Tracey felt the rapid moisture build-up between her own legs. Pulling her forwards once more, Greg kissed his daughter even harder. Confused yet aroused, the young girl responded, temporarily forgetting her mother's presence behind her. "I love you sweetheart," he whispered. "Do you like me kissing you like that?" Embarrassed all to Hell, she just nodded shyly avoiding his eye contact. She started suddenly as her mother reached across and laid a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "It's OK Shelley," she said, "I know dads aren't supposed to kiss their daughters like that - but it feels good, right???" 

The girl turned and glanced towards her mother. "Did Grandpa ever kiss you like that mom?" she asked plaintively. "Oh, yes honey, he did," she lied, wondering what God-forsaken waters they were all entering here.

Aware now that his wife too was encroaching upon the borders of what might be termed reckless endangerment, he hugged Shelley tighter. Even through his pyjama top he could feel her small breasts pressing up against his chest. Whatever problems Darth Vader had on hand when confronted with the Dark Side he decided, were but minor distractions compared to the twin forces of lust and desire that were now imprinting their will on his emotions. 

"Hey sweetheart," he muttered, disengaging his arm from her waist, "Just get yourself comfortable here - like you used to do when you were a little girl Shelley. He patted the coverlet between himself and Tracey. Confused and aware that the situation was moving far to the right of normal parental affection, the young girl was nevertheless excited - both by her father's kisses and his close proximity. 

Something inside her wanted his attention...needed it, at whatever cost. Nestled between them, she lay on her back now almost willing her father to kiss her again. She did not need exert much in the way of telepathy as he leaned over and lightly kissed her soft and undeniably compliant lips. Reaching upwards, she put her arms around his neck. "Oh God Shelley," he was barely able to vocalise. "You are so beautiful." He kissed her this time with unrestrained passion and the girl returned her feelings in kind. Watching closely and with one hand beneath the covers yet well inside her panties now gently caressing her clitoral hood, Tracey had never felt such rising need for sexual gratification. Unable to prevent herself, she leaned across, laid her free hand across her daughter's upper chest and very gently cupping her right breast, squeezed the softness beneath. Shelley let out a gasp of utter shock at her mom's forward if not outrageous attentions and for a moment, breaking off from her father's kiss, just stared at the hand molesting her so pleasantly. 

"Nooo mom," she managed to utter softly, but no sooner had the words exited her trembling lips than she saw her father's hand descend to her other breast whereupon he began openly fondling her through the thin pyjama top. "Ooohh!" was all she could manage from there-on in, and at the point her father withdrew his hand temporarily, simply to commence undoing her top buttons, she was but whimpering her tepid resistance. 

Jointly removing her top, conjuring her slim wrists free of the protective shirt, both parents now stared at her skimpy little bra, across which she was nervously crossing her arms with not inconsiderable coquettish appeal. A blush pervaded both cheeks as Greg laid her gently back on the coverlet, coaxing her arms aside so that they could look upon what nature had so wondrously concocted. As might an archaeologist treat a bone-fragment with revered deliberation, Shelley watched in a state of borderline anxiety as her father slipped his hand slowly inside her left bra-cup. She was unable to prevent a slight gasp from escaping her lips as his fingers closed around the softness it contained, before gently manipulating the increasingly erect nipple. 

"Feel her Tracey," he muttered, much to the shocked ears of the eighteen-year old. "She's the hottest little thing." Following her husband's somewhat self-centered indulgence, Tracey slipped her hand inside her daughter's bra enclosing the delicate mound. Shelley, for all her trepidation, found herself squirming with unforced pleasure.

The sensations being afforded her body were in no immediate likelihood of being satisfied and thus she simply lay there, arms at her side, watching herself being fondled. 

"Does that feel nice darling?" Tracey asked of her daughter whilst slipping her fingers beneath her shoulder strap. Following his wife's lead, Greg began slipping her other strap down her arm. As her pert little breasts - and in reality for a girl just turned eighteen, they were on the small side - slid into view, she gave a little cry of almost childish embarrassment and made to cover her breasts with her hands. 

"Its Ok honey," said Tracey, "Don't cover-up, let your dad see how pretty you are!" Right that moment however, Greg was more of a mind taking-in just how sexy his young daughter was. Exposed and vulnerable as she undoubtedly appeared to be, Shelley was in fact experiencing many hot flushes and becoming more aware by the moment of the influence that her partial nakedness was having on her father. That her mother seemed keen for her to act in this fashion in front of her dad was something she could not understand or interpret, yet she felt instinctively that it was affording her mom pleasure also. Her instincts were being suppressed and her sense of the acceptable blurred, by this wholly confronting activity. 

It was at the point her dad inclined his head and kissed her left nipple that she experienced a wholly new sensation. Pleasure, rippling outwards... across her breasts and down her abdomen. She arched her back slightly as she let out a an involuntary cry of pleasure. Holding her wrist, Tracey kissed her daughter the other side. Almost on cue, both parents began to suckle the young girl who simply closed her eyes, breathing with irregularity and making the occasional soft gasping sound. Tracey could feel how wet she was getting, the milky aroma of her daughter's beautiful breasts and the inbound sensations from sucking gently on that now erect little nipple, was befuddling her logic circuits. 

She guessed what condition her husband must be in working the same magic just across the way and she wondered almost distractedly, how long it might be before her daughter discovered what lay beneath - as it were! Greg was indeed approaching critical-mass at that specific point within his pyjama pants and the more he suckled his daughter, the greater the girth of his penile extension. Fully unable to prevent the inevitable, he slid his left hand beneath the waistband of Shelley's PJ pants and inched his way inside her cotton briefs. 

With a decisive "Noo daddy... not there," she pulled his hand out, but not before he had felt the wetness on site and the heat being generated. Tracey backed up from her on-going milking technique. "Let your dad touch you honey... he won't hurt you and if you can just relax a bit, you will really enjoy his fingers down there."

"Mom, that's grotty... I can't let dad touch me like that. You wouldn't like it if I let boys in my grade do that would you?" 

"Well Shell, no I guess I wouldn't," she answered slowly. "But this is different, something just between the three of us and your dad just wants to make you feel good. I love you both sweetheart and your dad would do nothing to hurt you. You know that." She saw her daughter's sudden indecision and unseen by Shelley, indicated the fact by subtle glance, to her husband. 

Leaning across he began kissing his daughter once more which brought-on a further series of sighs and not a few hip wriggles of pleasure. Once again he introduced his hand to that dark and shadowy tunnel beneath the abdominal entrance to her pyjama bottoms but keeping this time, topside of her panties. She opened her eyes in wide-eyed disbelief but stayed her hand this time. He felt his way south. Just the sensation of having his hand atop her soft and delicate mound brought his hormones into interactive discordancy.

His erection was straining against his boxers in anticipation of an early release and Shelley's involuntary but discernible spreading of her legs just topped-off his unbearable need. Pushing inwards, he felt the girl's labia separate and here of course wetness reigned supreme. Tracey watched as her "baby" uttered her first groans of sexual need and inclining her face to her daughter's well hardened nipples drew down, feeling as she did a thrill of ecstasy herself at being allowed to nuzzle the sweet little breasts that she herself had brought into being.

"Ohh dad, that feels sooo good," she uttered, as her father began his rhythmic caressing of her still moist ingress. She was discovering her hips had a mind of their own, pushing up noticeably towards her father's fully distended fingers whilst the sensation of her mother's lips at her breast concurrently, was causing her nerve endings to send frantic two-way messages between her nipples and clitoris. The latter being an area that at the behest of her father's on- going digital pressure, was now she could feel, very erect and in a state of high arousal. 

Waves of pleasure were building up inside her... nothing had ever felt this good. When therefore Greg suddenly pulled his hand free, she cried out in anguish at the sudden cessation of his touch.