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Everything

By: steelworker27



Having planned the evening down to the last detail, I had nothing further to do. Everything was arranged, and I began to pace, anticipating your knock at the hotel room door. I had emailed you the room number earlier that day, after I'd arrived and found the place satisfactory. Now the only thing I had to do was wait.

Somewhat unsure of myself, I hesitated in front of the bed. Perhaps I should answer the door in the lingerie – no. You told me to wear jeans and a shirt, and to bring along lingerie to wear later if I felt like it. So, again I began to pace. Having sex with you was an intimidating idea. You always looked so perfect – muscular chest, masculine beard, deep penetrating eyes. I did not look forward to the moment you would first see my body uncovered by the baggy jeans and oversized t-shirts I most often wore around you. What if you couldn't hide your disappointment? What if – 

The knock at the door made me jump. I hurried to the door in nervous anticipation, and peeked through the peephole. There you were, just as always. Dark hair, and a slight growth of beard. I had asked you not to shave for the occasion. Opening the door, you smiled at me, extending a small bouquet of lilies. I couldn't help smiling back. Taking the bouquet, I opened the door wide to let you in, then shut it behind you and locked it – making sure the 'do not disturb' sign was clearly visible from the outside.

Turning around, I headed for an empty vase sitting on the bureau. It was handy of the hotel to provide it. I arranged the flowers, then took the vase to the sink to fill it with water. I was glad to have something to do. I wanted a few moments to collect myself.

After replacing the vase in its spot, I turned to you. You were standing near the bed, smiling. I was so attracted to you! So many images flashed through my mind – picture after picture of us making love made my face flush and the spot between my thighs grow warm. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. How I ever got up the courage to ask you to be my lover, I don't know. And why you agreed is still a mystery!

Walking over to you, I looked into your eyes. I placed my hands on your shoulders, and gathered my courage. I moved my lips to your ear, and whispered – "I can't believe how sexy you are."

I could tell you were grinning, and I lightly kissed your earlobe, then nibbled it gently. Your breathing became a bit deeper, and your hands moved to rest on my hips as my tongue traced your ear, flicking inside a bit then licking your lobe. I threw the last shred of my dignity out the window, and whispered again – 

"I want you to strip for me. I want to see your body, and use it for my pleasure. I want to make love to you, and I want you to tell me what you want me to do for you."

Your grip on my hips tightened, and your breathing became slightly more rapid. I felt heady with success, as I could tell you were becoming aroused by me. Imagine – me being able to arouse you! I stepped away from you, and repeated my request that you strip. Your eyes were a deep color, one I'd never seen before. Slowly, you pulled your t-shirt over your head, and dropped it to the floor. You moved to unbutton your jeans, and as you did my hand reached out to your chest. I buried my fingers in the mass of curly hair there, and I closed my eyes as I felt the smooth muscles beneath my fingers. Your hands moved to rest on mine, and I looked up to see your face flushing. Your next words surprised me.

"I hope I can satisfy you."

Your eyes were hopeful, and you looked the least bit unsure of yourself. You, satisfy me? I assured you, every moment would be special to me, and I had no expectations for you to live up to. I only wanted to experience your masculinity, and embrace it with my femininity. I did not for a minute doubt that you would be able to satisfy me. I asked you to please continue, and reassured you of my attraction, which had led to this rendezvous.

Your hands moved to unbutton your jeans again, and I watched as your strong fingers slowly unzipped them. You pushed the jeans down your hips, and I smiled as your boxers . . . then your thighs . . . then your knees . . .then your calves were revealed. Every part of you was masculine and appealing to me. Especially the slight bulge I saw in your boxers. As you stepped out of the jeans and removed your socks and shoes, I began to imagine the delight I would experience roaming my hands around that body of yours.

You started to remove your boxers – but on impulse I stopped you. I let you stand there, and asked if you would like me to remove my jeans and shirt. Your answer thrilled me – "Let me."

The brush of your callused fingers against my skin set my pulse racing. I'm sure you could see my chest beginning to rise and fall quickly, as your fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. One by one, you managed to free the buttons and open my shirt wider. I noticed your fingers stray across my bra – a black lacy thing I had bought just for this occasion. I was hoping you would appreciate the swell of my breast – and by the way your eyes caressed the view, I was sure you did. As the last button was freed, you slipped the shirt from my shoulders. Neither of us noticed it drop to the floor.

Your hands settled on my shoulders, and you ran your fingers under my bra straps. I could tell you wanted to touch me, and I was thrilled at the idea. First, though, you began to remove my jeans. You knelt down to slide them from my hips, revealing the silk black panty underneath. I was nervous – always slightly overweight, I could never see my curves as an asset. My abdomen was soft and slightly round – not the hard athletic type most models displayed. My thighs were soft too, and not as sleek as I thought they should be. I tended to hide them with skirted swimsuits and long shorts. As I stepped out of the jeans, I tried to see your reaction to my body. I could only hope you would be able to look past my imperfections.

Instead of rising, you remained kneeling in front of me – and kissed my belly softly. Surprised and pleased, I placed my hands on your head…burying my fingers in your hair. You kissed the soft skin there playfully, and I laughed softly as your tongue flicked into my belly button. You grinned up at me, and I smiled, feeling more relaxed. Your hands slid over my thighs, even over the thickest parts that I wanted you to ignore, yet you didn't stop kissing my belly. I continued to play with your hair as your face moved lower, and you began kissing the creases where my thighs met my pubic area.

Sighing in happiness, I closed my eyes to enjoy the softness of your lips. Your fingers slid beneath the leg of my panty, and nestled in my pubic hair. I gave a soft gasp as your fingers moved to feel the wetness that was forming in my mound. Your kisses on my belly changed from soft and playful to passionate and insistent. I had been ready to take control of this encounter, but as you moved to slide my panties down, I knew I would let you do what you wanted. You slid them down to midway between my knees and my mound…and buried your face in my pubic hair. I had wondered if I should shave for you…but when I first brought it up you had shook your head, smiled, and said you would do that for me if I wished. Thinking of you performing that task for me set my pussy on fire, and I could feel the wetness starting to build.

Still keeping my panties half-on, half-off, your tongue licked at my thighs, and your hand slid between them. I was so hot at this point, I stopped worrying about how I looked to you and pressed your head harder against me. I heard you moan, and I smiled to myself as I anticipated the pleasure you were about to give me.

Your hand slid up my thigh, and your fingers started brushing my slit. The contrast between your calluses and my silky pussy set me on fire. I moaned, throwing my head back in sheer pleasure. Your hands quickly slid my panties down to the floor, and I heard you give a sort of growl as I stepped out of them and your hand quickly moved back up to my waiting wet pussy.

As your tongue continued to lick my creases, your fingers slid ever so slightly into my pussy. I spread my legs shamelessly wide to give you better access. You pushed my pubic hair aside, and began licking my clit. I asked if you wanted to shave me first – and your only response was to nibble my clit and slide your fingers deeper into me. My legs were getting weaker. The licking and nibbling of my clit had made it hard and it emerged from its hood, as if demanding attention. You obediently began to suck it, and I let out a loud cry of pleasure. My hands were still in your hair, and I pulled your head deeper as your sucking made me want to explode. Sliding your fingers as deep as you could, I felt you hit my g-spot. You started pressing it in a rhythmic beat, as your tongue circled my clit. I knew it would not take me long to come if you kept this up. My body started to quiver, and my legs began to shake harder.

Suddenly, you were on your feet. Stripping your boxers off, I watched your cock spring free. I was shocked at its hardness. You weren't as long as other men, but that didn't bother me in the least. Your spear looked like it was hard and thick enough to keep me in deep pleasure all night. You unhooked my bra and tore it off me, throwing it on the ground. Picking me up, you dropped me on the bed – and the look in your eyes set the pool of warmth in my tummy blazing. Climbing on the bed, you spread my thighs open wide. I felt so wanton, lying there with my breasts and pussy bare to you. I looked up at you with a glance of sheer desire, and cupped my breasts with my hands. 

You guided your cock to my pussy, and started to use the head in the same way you'd used your fingers and tongue. Your face lowered to mine, and we kissed – for the first time. Your tongue was insistent, sliding into my mouth with a sweet possession that made me ache. I surrendered to you, and you must have realized that I wanted you to be in control. For after your kiss stopped, you followed with another – then another – each more passionate than the last. Our tongues swirled together, tasting each other. You tasted so good! My throat was making small sounds of satisfaction involuntarily. I wanted you, all of you, and I needed you to want me.

Your cock continued to rub the wet slit of my pussy, until I begged you to put the head in. You teased me with the silky smooth tip, brushing my clit in feathery strokes and circles. I slid my hands down your body, to your ass. Wanting all of you, I started to pull you toward me. You resisted, and I pulled harder, eager to feel you inside me.

Your hands grasped my arms, suddenly raising them over my head, and pinning them there. Surprised, I look up at you – and saw the seductive smile on your face. I did not think you would initiate this particular fantasy so quickly. You knew I wanted to be bound and at your mercy – but I assumed you would wait. The look in your eyes let me know I was wrong about that. Telling me to stay put, you rose from the bed. Moving to the jeans you'd left on the floor, you removed something from both pockets. As you turned around, I tried to see what the items were. I found out when you moved closer, and wrapped one of them around my wrist. It was a wide leather strap that secured tightly with a buckle. Weaving the strap through a slot in the headboard, you brought my other arm up and secured the strap around it, pulling it tight. As I smiled and tried to loosen myself, I realized quickly that I couldn't. I pulled hard, and the only thing that moved was the headboard. I quickly surmised that this encounter was now out of my control; and the thought set my juices flowing.

You must have noticed my arousal; my nipples grew even harder and I felt my pussy growing hotter and wetter. You smiled down at me, and my breathing grew deeper and faster as I wondered what was next. You moved to the small couch in the room, and removed one of the thick cushions. Walking back to the bed, you slid it under my hips . . . so that my ass rested on its edge. My head tilted back, so you moved to slide a few pillows under my neck. Taking one of my ankles, you slid it close to the cushion, towards the edge of the bed, so that I had to bend my knee deeply. Another strap made an appearance, and this one you secured to the bedframe. You performed the same ritual on my other ankle. Now, my knees bent and my ankles spread as wide as the double bed, I was completely open and vulnerable to you. My pussy and clit were wide open to the air of the room, tilted upward due to the cushion. My heavy breasts heaved with the motion of my breathing, and they fell away from each other, my arms not able to keep them together – a trick I normally used to enhance cleavage.

I watched as you stood, taking in the sight of me spread open. I wondered how you felt – and then noticed the slight twitch of your cock. It gave me confidence that you were indeed aroused by my position, and not merely playing along for my pleasure. You walked to the bedside table, where I had stored the items I had bought yesterday at a sex shop. I had told you I planned to buy some toys and where I would put them; you didn't know what I would pick out. I was anxious to see which ones you would choose to use on me.

Sliding open the drawer, I saw your eyes widen, and a pleased gleam came into them. Again, the slight twitch of your cock sent swirls of pleasure through me, and I felt my cunt juice starting to drip down the crack of my ass. I was unbelievably aroused, and needed to come so badly, that I started to beg you to use a toy on me. You removed a string of anal beads, a large vibrator, and a pair of nipple clips from the drawer. I felt more juice flowing down my ass at the thought of what was about to happen.

Moving to sit beside me, you first picked up the nipple clips. Attached by a very short, cold metal chain, I was wondering how they would feel. Not sure if they would be painful, I started to reach to take them from you – and remembered my tied wrists. How in the world did I forget about that? I sighed, knowing that you would not inflict pain but I might indeed experience some mild discomfort along with the exquisite pleasure I'd had so far. Squeezing a nipple to make sure it was hard enough, you then closed a clip around it. As you gently let the spring tighten, the sensation become stronger and a cry started to escape from my mouth. You asked me if it hurt; all I could do was shake my head and mouth 'No, no!'

You smiled, then pulled my other nipple close. The chain being so short, you had to squeeze my breasts together to make the clip reach. As the other spring tightened on my nipple, involuntary sounds started escaping my throat.

The continuously tight squeezing of the clips, combined with the pull of the taut chain, and the heaviness of the cold metal on my sensitive tits, all combined to bring me a glorious sensation of pleasure. My hips bucked; I was beyond words and my legs began to quiver. I thought the sensation would make me come. Eventually, though, the sweet agony started to subside into a fervent but tolerable pleasure. You sat quietly, stroking the skin of your cock as you watched and listened to me.

As soon as you noticed the change in me, you moved to the edge of the bed, then knelt between my legs. I tried to lift my head up to watch you, but was weak. I felt your fingers gliding gently over my pussy, sliding ever so lightly down the crack of my ass, gathering juice. Your finger paused at my asshole . . . and I gasped as you began to put pressure against it. Firmly, insistently, your finger pressed the tight hole until you could maneuver the tip inside . . . and the sounds I had been making grew louder. Sliding your finger back out, you ran it along my slit again to gather more juice, then back to the hole to slide your finger in again, up to the second knuckle this time. I couldn't help it; my hips rose off the cushion, and I cried out, 'Oh god yes!'

This seemed to please you, as you became more insistent with your finger. Eventually, you had wiggled it as far inside me as possible. Gently probing, you moved your hand back and forth to stimulate me. I moaned, cried, and begged you to not stop, ever. Never ever stop. Eventually, though, I felt your finger sliding out of me. A sound of frustration escaped me as I heard you get up and walk to the bathroom sink. You ran the water for a minute, then opened a drawer and searched through it. I knew what I had put in there, and shivered. You walked back with the tube of lubricating jelly in your hand, and I knew I was in store for a treat.

You resumed your kneeling between my legs, and I watched you spread a generous amount of lubrication on the string of anal beads, rubbing it over every surface. My asshole grew tighter, thinking of the sensations to come. You placed the first bead at my hole, and pressed it in with your thumb, slowly and firmly. Again, my hips lifted involuntarily off the cushion. The second bead followed, pushing the first deeper into me. As each bead eased its way inside me, I started to moan, then yell, then scream in pleasure. I had never before gone beyond moaning in bed – but I had no control over myself at this point. Finally, you stopped inserting beads, and let the rest of the string hang down between my ass cheeks.

I felt your finger again, touching my pussy, reaching for the hole. I heard you moan, and say "Your pussy is tighter than any I've ever seen." The anal beads had made me so hot and tight, I didn't know if you would be able to penetrate me. I watched you take the vibrator in hand, and slide a battery in it. I saw the smile on your face, as you reached up to my bound hands and placed the remote in one of them. "There's three settings," you said, "and no off switch." My eyes grew large, as I fumbled with the remote, wondering which switches meant what. You glided the vibrator, wide and smooth, to the entrance of my pussy, and started to work it into me. It took you a while, as the vibration made me tighter than I was just a few minutes ago. Eventually, though, you had the entire vibrator in my pussy – and I started fumbling again with the remote, trying to turn it up higher.

"Need help?" You asked, and took the remote from me. I felt the vibrations increase, and started bucking my hips. I knew I would come in no time at all. Again, the vibrations increased to an amazing strength, and I heard you toss the remote on the floor. "I really don't think you'll be wanting to change the setting." I barely heard you say, through the buzz in my ears. I felt your hands grasp my ass cheeks, and as soon as your tongue touched the tip of my clit, once, twice, then a third time you flicked it, I came – hard. Very hard. I screamed out your name in a mindless ecstasy I cannot begin to describe.

The squeezing of my pussy went on, and on . . . as I kept saying your name, over and over. My hips bucked, my back arched, until finally the pulses began to subside. I expected you to remove the vibrator, which was still buzzing against my walls, but you didn't. Instead, you lowered your lips to my clit, again! So gently you started sucking, sucking . . .my hips were wiggling, my moaning continued. Again, I felt the squeezing of my cunt, already spent but ready for more. Harder you sucked, while gently tugging on the string of anal beads. Sucking, until again I screamed and climaxed. Your lips sucked, and your tugging on the beads continued, and continued – until I had orgasmed over and over and over again . . . .

Finally, my legs shaking violently and my pussy sore from squeezing so tight, you stopped sucking my clit. Gently removing the vibrator from me, and taking the battery out, you tossed it on the floor. I heard you making soft sounds of satisfaction, as you gently lapped at the cream that poured from me . . . and started removing the string of beads. My voice was getting hoarse…but I still moaned as your lapping and the tugging stimulated me. So gently you licked and cleaned my cream, until the last bead was pulled from my hole. I laid in complete exhaustion, unable to respond to the feather light kisses you ran up and down my pussy lips.


Everything



I decided to get a tattoo.

Actually I decided to get several tattoos. Well I didn't have any and I was twenty three and they looked so good on the other girls that I thought, you know, get one here, a little one there and maybe another and so on.

Being me I then procrastinated for three whole months before finally deciding to get them done. Yes, the pain was a um challenge for me- I was not looking forward to that at all. Another thing I wasn't looking forward to was some hairy tattoo guy getting a good hard look at my girly bits- yes I was getting a tattoo "down there."

That really stopped me until, by chance, I saw a little ad for a "Lady Tattooist." I jotted down the number and a few days later I summoned up what pathetically small amount of courage I have and rang it.I spoke to the receptionist and she booked me in for two pm, this Saturday.Then I put the phone down, curled up in a little ball on the sofa and had my usual stress attack.

Saturday one twenty seven pm and there I was parked outside the Tattooist's premises fidgeting; I went in at one thirty five.

"Hello, Raewyn?" the receptionist asked.

"Um, yes that's me. How did you guess?"

"You sounded very nervous on the phone as I recall and you looked very nervous out there in your car and you're nervous now. Plus you're the last appointment for the day. Just a hunch really." and she grinned at me.

Well that had made me feel just a whole lot better so I relaxed (a bit) and went to sit in one of the chairs.

"Tell you what," she said, how about you get undressed and put one of our wonderfully fashionable towelling robes on so you're all set for when Yvonne is ready to do your tattoos?"

"Oh, OK. Where do I get changed?"

She lead me through a door on the left into a small changing room. There were two sets of clothes there already and one robe left.

I undressed, put the robe on and went back out to reception.

"So stylish," she said with a smile,"come on through this way, now.' I followed her though another door at the end of the reception room and into a waiting room. Another lady was there in her robe and I guessed the other one must be in with Yvonne.

'Can I get you ladies anything, tea coffee...?" the lovely receptionist asked.

"Oh, a coffee would be nice," the other lady replied.

"Mmmm," I said, 'me too thanks .'

"Oh, just one thing," the lady asked as the Receptionist was about to leave us," do we have to wear these robes, I'm finding mine a bit scratchy."

"No, not at all if you'd rather not wear anything, Raewyn would you mind if I take Linda's robe?"

"No, not at all, I wonder if I shouldn't get you to take mine too."

Does that sound calm? Like its something I do as a matter of course- strip off in waiting rooms? Does it? Good cause its not! I was numb my heart was pounding and my throat was very dry. It was instinct taking control and I have worked hard all my life at suppressing my instincts. Still, too late now and I had that sensation where you want to do something naughty but you want to be forced to do it so its not your fault.

We both stood up, took off our robes and handed them to Alice, the receptionist- I just remembered the name plate, duh.

We sat opposite each other a coffee table between us. She had her legs parted and her arms by her sides. Yes! OK? Yes I looked. Just perfect, tanned, great boobs with rings through her nipples and one in her clit- or possibly her hood. That was less painful I had read in a Cleo a few years ago.She looked up at me, smiled, and stretched her arms up over her head.I had sat with my legs crossed and my arms folded and I noticed her look at my crossed legs. I uncrossed them let them fall open a little and my heart beat a little faster..

'You haven't done this much?" she said as a question.

"Um, no, first time." I answered nervously not sure if she meant 'go for a tattoo' or 'sit naked in front of a gorgeous and interested naked woman'.

.

"Well then, I'm honored. Stand up for me?"

I stood and, encouraged, spread my bare feet a little wider. She smiled as took me all in but focusing on certain areas ( one of which was now very wet) mainly. Her hand went to her pussy as her eyes locked with mine and she started stroking.

I can't begin to describe how erotic the whole thing had become for me. I knew I was wet and open but instead of covering and blustering I wanted to be wetter and wider and for her face to be closer still. I have an impressive rack (mother thinks they're too big) and I pushed my chest out.

"Mmmm, lovely. And lower?"

I tilted my pelvis up and moved my feet just a bit wider. She looked intently at my pussy and licked her lips.

'Turn."

I turned round waiting (and hoping) for the order.

"Bend forward, oh and can you just pull at the sides? Yes, oh lovely what a gorgeous little pink butt hole you have there."

She leaned right forward and blew on my exposed asshole. Oh my God! It felt so good. Then she gave me a smack on my butt and it was time to sit down again.

"Enjoy that?"

I turned back round to face her.

"Oh God yes. You have got me so hot."

At that moment Alice came in. She was now nude and sported quite an extensive variety of tattoos as did Linda.

'Hope you don't mind?" she said. We both smiled and shook our heads. Linda had stood up and I saw her pussy wasn't just wet it was contracting.

"Good to see you girls are getting better acquainted," Alice said with a smile as she handed us our coffees .Her hand moved to her tits and down to her shaved pussy.

"Yvonne just buzzed me before, the patient in there now wants you guys and me to watch as Yvonne does her pussy tattoo. Bring your coffees."

Ooh yes please. We took our hot coffees and all trooped in naked to watch Martie get her tattoo. Martie was naked as was Yvonne. We sat on either side of Martie and Alice crouched to Yvonne's left side. Martie's legs were wide apart and her shaved pussy was simply dripping.

She looked up at us and gave a nervous little smile.

"I'm really scared," she said looking up at me- ooh that was what I needed to hear sweetheart thanks ever so much.

'Will you guys hold my hands- tight."

We moved our chairs round to sit beside her and held her hands. I stroked her arm and felt it relax. She turned her head to look at me and I got a lovely wee smile. She looked at my hand and then at her nipple and I got another smile.

I smiled back and moved my hand onto her breast. I rubbed my palm over her nipple and felt it harden.

"Nice?" I asked.

"Mmmm, very." she murmured.

The sensuous moment was interrupted by Yvonne's work down there and Martie's eyes were suddenly wide open - as was her mouth.

Possibly the sense of overwhelming terror I felt at that precise moment was picked up because almost straightaway I felt someone's breasts on my shoulders. It was Alice hugging me.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt that much honey, honestly, I've got 'em and I know. Just stay with us and relax. You're doing a great job here for Martie. Isn't she Martie?"

"Oh yeah, sorry about before," Martie said looking across at me again and doing her absolute best to look brave.

So suddenly I was weepy. I couldn't help it, the tears rolled down my cheeks as I blinked furiously trying to stop them.

Yvonne stopped her work looked up at me and smiled.

"Do you know why I get so much work Raewyn?"

I shook my head.

"Some of its just the 'don't want a man seeing my girlie bits' but a lot of it has to do with emotion, cry all you want in front of us. And guess what?"

I shrugged.

"You'll be fine, this is so much easier and less painful than you think."

She gave me a pat on the leg and a smile then went back to tattooing the rose on Martie's pussy. It did look nice I must say. All this time Linda had stayed quiet, she had held Martie's other hand and patted it ,stroked her arm and her shoulder and whispered words of encouragement to her when it really had hurt.

That's right; everything I had wanted to do and failed miserably in.

She looked across at me and winked. It was a conspiratorial wink and it made me feel like I belonged, which was kinda nice. Yvonne put the finishing touch to Martie's tattoo and stood back so we could examine it. It was a pink rose with the stem crossing her pussy on the diagonal and one leaf starting just at the left edge of her labia.

"Oh, that is beautiful," I told her,"that looks so pretty. I was going to get a teddy bear but can I get a rose too?"

"Sure," replied Yvonne.

'Tell you what," piped in Linda," I was going to get a dragon but I'll get a rose too and could you do mine with three leaves and Raewyn would you like two leaves on yours. So, like we have the rose in common but they're just a bit different."

I agreed and to my surprise I was next in the chair.

"My treat," Linda told me with a smile, I'm not worried about getting this tattoo- I've had a few as you can see but its new for you so , get on with it is the best thing for ya."

She squeezed my hand as she said this, and made me feel good again.Yvonne drew the rose on my skin, just above my vagina and when she had finished she fingered my pussy. I lay there feeling these fingers working inside me as three naked women watched intently. She didn't get much resistance from me and very soon I could feel my orgasm coming. I had it and as I lay there feeling so happy and relaxed she wiped me off and started tattooing. It was bearable, and I was feeling so relaxed that I didn't tense up and make it hard for her to do her work. Plus good old Linda had my left tit in her hand and was playing with the nipple while Alice was just straight out pashing with me. So with the distractions the tattooing wasn't my sole focus of attention.

It didn't seem long and she was finished. I saw it in the mirror- a rose with two leaves on the stem. Ooh it did look nice and I was suddenly really glad I had done what I had and had stayed when I was so convinced I should flee.I swapped places with Linda and held her hand while she got her tattoos. Oh yeah I meant to get two others but, maybe another day, the rose was plenty to start with, for me.

Linda's tattoos were finished, we gave Yvonne and Alice naked hugs and kisses and it was three o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. We had a quick shower, yes, together, and trooped out.I felt so close to them after what we had been through together and I didn't want to see them go. So I had to say something, what? They started to head away to their cars ; it was now or I'd never get another chance.

"Um, Hey," I called out. The both turned and looked at me. Shit think of something Raewyn. Think dammit think, " um, what, um, I mean, would you,oh you know, should we go and have a drink maybe. Just to celebrate. Sort of thing. If you like. I mean I'd kinda like to , if you guys would?"

Well, no, it wasn't great oratory but they smiled yes they would.

"Yeah, why not," said Linda.

"Oh, gosh I'd love to ," Martie said, "But June and I are going out this afternoon and I'm late now. I want to stay in touch can we meet up another time?"

We both smiled and said that would be fine but, in fact, we never saw her again.

After she had said her good byes, leaving me a little flat in the process we stood there, Linda and I saying nothing.I didn't want to say anything, my last effort had been a disaster and I wasn't keen on a repeat.

"Tell you what , my place is about ten minutes away."

She gave me the address and how to get there ( enter it on my Tom tom and listen to the nice lady's voice?) but in any case to follow her.

So I did and we arrived in a convoy of two. Linda lived there on her own, following the breakup. We went on through to the lounge and I thought how nice it all looked. Her lounge and dining room were open plan with a ranch slider out onto a private patio area. Very nice indeed- considering I was still living at home. With my Mom. Ooh, no, none of that, just living there on account of being too much of a wimp to stand on my own two feet.

I felt should say something.

'Wow, this is amazing," I managed to come up with.

Linda smiled at me.

"Come here," she said with her arms out. I went to her and she wrapped her arms round me as we hugged.

""God, thank you for speaking up back there," Linda said. "I was hoping it might just be you and me."

She winked as she finished.

"Hey its really private out here, but I don't have any robes for us," she said giving me another and this time overdone wink.

We both stripped where we stood leaving the clothes where they lay.

She sat on the swing seat and I sat next to her leaning forward so she could put her arm round me. We turned in to face each other and had our first proper kiss.When we broke she smiled at me and said,"Never thought getting a tattoo could be so much fun."

I had never felt so proud of myself than I did at that exact moment.

"So tell me about yourself, " she said.

Well its a fair question but oh I hate that, I am so boring.

"Oh, um, well I'm Raewyn Potter, I'm twenty three and I live at home with my Mom. Oh and I work as an accounts clerk. There, is that boring or what?"

She hugged me.

"You're not a description, you're not your job , you're you and I think you're pretty exciting and pretty special."

'Really?" I asked.

"Yes really," Linda answered emphatically. Then she added ,"Boy, you are really hard on yourself. You've got an overachieving sister maybe?"

I turned to her and gave a little smile.

"Yes, Estelle is the success story in our family. She went to College and became an attorney and now she and her husband live in a big house and she .." and I did that rolling your hand gesture to show there were more and more successes for Estelle. Actually she was never mean to me, a bit bossy I guess but the difference in how I was regarded by Mom compared to Estelle was pretty obvious. I didn't enjoy that.

'Are you and your Mom?"

I stared at her.

" Lovers?"

'Oh my goodness no! She's my mother! No she has her life and I exist. We just live in the same house, that's all."

"Do you like living with her? "

"Never thought about it, well I I guess but I never had enough confidence to, you know, tell her I was going to move out."

" Would you like to live somewhere else," Linda asked.

"Well, yes, sometimes I think I would but..."

"You're shy aren't you? A rack like that and you're shy! My God!"

"Oh, Mom says they're too big, she says Estelle's are far more attractive than these and she wants me to wear clothes that kind of conceal them,you know?"

"So when you stripped off today?"

"Oh that was me being a rebel, I kinda did it cause Mom couldn't see me. Being naughty really," and I turned to Linda and gave her a smile.

"Raewyn the Rebel huh?" Linda said, but she was smiling at me . Then she added," Are you comfortable talking with me like this. I'm going next so it's not just you."

"Yes, its fine, you've got me thinking, I should be more independent and I think Mom would like me to move out. She's got a new boyfriend and I think he's a creep but she seems to like him so If I left he might..."

"Move in?" Linda asked.

"Yeah, think so."

"So you're in the way. Lovely, no wonder things aren't great at home."

"Why are you asking all these questions Linda?" I asked. It was beginning to feel like an Inquisition.

'Cause I want you to move in with me you silly girl!" she said rolling her eyes in mock exasperation.

"Really? Me?"

"Yes you." Linda asked.

"Do you really mean it?"

"Sure do."

"OK then."

I knew I was beaming just then and Oh! I was just so happy.

She moved to me and gave me such a squeeze, I hugged her back and buried my head in her shoulder as those damn tears came again.

We were still naked and Linda put some music on and swaying to it motioned for me to come over to her.I hadn't danced naked before and the feel of her warm body against mine was just so nice. As we swayed her lips sought mine and we kissed passionately.

"Does your mother know you're a lesbian?" Linda whispered in my ear.

"No idea. Don't think so, I didn't know until today."

"Seriously? You didn't know?"

"Well I thought I might be but I'd never tried, you know..."

"Fun, isn't it?"

We spent the rest of the day together naked. She had her turn, Linda was thirty three, she worked from home and she was separated from her husband. The house had a big mortgage on it and it would have to be sold as she couldn't afford to buy him out.

I liked that, it would be nice for us to move into a place that was ours; together. I told her and she smiled at me and hugged me; she loved the house and had hated the idea of moving but now I was in her life, well starting someplace new, our own little cottage, sounded pretty nice.

I guess there were times people could have looked in and seen us naked but I didn't care- I had gone to get a tattoo and hoped that that might start a more fulfilling more adventurous phase in my life but this was beyond my wildest dreams. It wasn't that I wasn't sexual and it wasn't that I hadn't had boyfriends- with a chest like mine I always got looks- but the dates I had gone on hadn't worked out like I had hoped.

Why they hadn't was something I had never been able to work out. I had put it down to "chemistry" or rather the lack of it. The truth, it dawned on me now, was that I just didn't like men touching me. Linda had touched me everywhere and I craved more but if a man had touched me like that I would have felt dirty and worthless.

We made dinner and sat eating it at the corner of the table so we could be as close to each other as physically possible.

'What do you think?" I asked.

"Of you?"

I nodded.

"I think you're amazing. I thought the instant I saw you 'that's the girl for me."

I pulled a face. She smiled back at me.

"Its true darling, honest to God its true. And I love you. OK? I love you.So there."

I looked at her and started to cry.

'My God you're a weepy wee thing aren't you," Linda exclaimed as she leaned forward to hug me. I looked up and she had tears in her eyes too.

I went back to hugging her and we stood up, still in our hug and swayed back and forward in each others' arms.

Finally she asked .

"Well?"

"Oh I love you, oh I love you so much, my goodness I never dreamed I would meet anyone as nice as you." I told her and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying again.

Sometime in the night I felt something wet pushing against my bottom, I parted my legs and this thing pushed slowly inside my asshole. I raised my head and I was told to lie still and enjoy.

I did. My butt was completely relaxed and the shaft went in and out as I lay there half asleep just enjoying the feeling of being reamed. It stopped with the strap on still inside me and Linda lying on me. I stroked her arm and went back to sleep.

She watched me wake up that morning.

"I fucked you last night," she whispered in my ear.

"I know," I replied with a grin, "why don't you tie me up next time?"

"You are naughty Raewyn," she said pretending to be shocked then pulled the covers down and spanked my bare bottom. Not too hard but I felt it- I loved it.

"Now will you tie me up," I asked her.

'No," she said with a final smack followed by her massaging my butt,"we need to get you moved in, then we need to start looking for a place."

After we had our first breakfast together followed by our first shower together we got dressed to head over to my place in her SUV. I had on a pair of her jeans and a top- that I nearly burst out of- and my shoes. She got into her clothes with much less fuss- as she was at pains to point out- and we headed off, in her SUV back to my place.

Shit head was there. Fuck it, I wanted to just say good bye to Mom but he'd be hovering in the back ground, eying me up just as he did all the young women. We went in, no way I was going to knock if fuck face was there.




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He was going to say something but decided against it and vanished off to the lounge. Mom said goodbye to me and she hoped it was going to work out in a voice which implied she had no confidence it would, gave Linda a "what the fuck are you" look and went out to the lounge to be with stud muffin.

'You'll be sorry to go then?" Linda asked casually as I sat on the bed with my long face.

Well fuck, I mean it was a huge step for me and Mom didn't give a shit, not really.I was too upset to laugh so I just shrugged and shook my head, which was about the time the tears started. I just closed my eyes and put my arms out for her. She came to me and held me and as I sobbed into her shoulder I realized she really was my world. I had been so upset when Mom had been so offhand with me but now ,oh it mattered-I couldn't just pretend it didn't- but I had only existed at Mom's house.You know? It was like I was staying there waiting to start my life.

So now I was. When I lifted my head up my eyes were dry, red rimmed still but dry.

"You're everything to me," I said to her and I looked briefly into her eyes and then looked away.

"That's my intention sweetheart because you're everything to me too."

I looked into her eyes this time and we went into a kiss.A long I-don't-want-this-to-end kiss and I truly understood what it was to be really head over heels in love with someone.

The drive home was bitter sweet-I'd always wondered what that meant and now I knew. Mom's performance-oh it was more than just what she said, it was the way she looked, the way she turned her back on me. It was like she was saying, "oh, um, I never thought you'd amount to much but you've still managed to disappoint me." So it hurt. You know? Like she was the one person I had looked up to and who's standards I had tried to measure up to and who's approval I had always craved and she knew all that and still did that to me.

And I felt it. God did I feel it, she had left me feeling so flat. Linda was wild, I had never seen her so angry- I didn't even know she could get angry but she was. Her lips were thin and she would look over at me, shake her head and mutter nasty words under her breath.She held my hand and drove one handed. She didn't just hold my hand she stroked it and squeezed it and when we were stopped in traffic she would lean over and kiss my cheek, She was wonderful; she was my world, I've said that but changing from Mom's place to hers or ours you don't just walk through a door and leave everything behind. You don't, nature isn't that kind. The memory lingers and hurtful ones seem to linger longer.

We finally arrived at our place and I sat while Linda got out, came round to my side and opened my door. She crouched down and gave me such a hug. It was like she was trying to squeeze all Mom's nastiness out of me.But I'd been doing some thinking too and I figured Mom was just a bit jealous; her "man" was a sleaze ball, he was into her for thousands and always promising to make it up to her "tenfold baby" and getting another "its just a loan" from her and even if she didn't like lesbians -which kind of surprised me cause I'd always thought she might have leaned that way- she could still see how happy Linda and I were together.

"Take me inside baby, please?" I whispered up to her as she helped me out.

We went inside and she sat at the end of the sofa while I curled up against her. I felt her arm round me drawing me into her. Her other hand stroked my hair and she told me how pretty I was and what a fabulous person I was and how kind and -did I mention pretty? I did? Oh well she said it twice - and what a cute butt I had and how pretty my pussy looked shaved and with the rose tattoo.Oh and what great tits I had and they were miles better than those droopy things of Estelle's- best she'd seen ever in fact.

I was bathing in it, I lay there cuddled by her having these words wash over me; I loved it.I could feel the hurt fading and as I grew more content I grew, well, hornier.

"Where were we up to in your rope skills lessons?" I asked innocently.

"Well as I recall I was going to tie you up and fuck you with my strap on.I think that was it," and she looked away as if straining to remember.

I had my head on her lap and she was leaning over to kiss me. I looked up at her with my head on one side and said very quietly, "That would be nice."

Well she got me to strip off, she stayed dressed, and lie on the floor on my back. She went off and got her ropes and other crucial items as she called them importantly. I'd like to give you a detailed account of what got tied to where but I just closed my eyes and when she'd finished my wrists and ankles were tied up behind my head and there wasn't anyway I could move myself to cover my pussy- as if I wanted to!

She stood over me and stripped, I'd never lain on the floor and looked up at a woman stripping. Great view but finally she was ready and put the strap on in place. My pussy was dripping of course by now and she positioned it then rammed it straight up.

Those words of Mom's had made me want hard sex, not sweet caresses but hard jolting thumping sex and Linda gave it to me.She jolted me backwards along the floor as she rammed her cock into me and I felt myself squirting. I'd never done that and it felt fantastic but it went on and on, just squirts coming out and covering everything. Linda pulled her cock out and got her mouth over my pussy so she could get some .

She untied me after that and she limped a little and said she maybe got a cramp fucking me like that.Well you don't maybe get a cramp, you know damn well when you've got one- its the agony that gives them away, So I didn't mind her ending it, especially after she admitted her leg felt a bit sore, I knew that was Laura speak for she was in agony. I did the cramp relief thing where you, sorry? No you don't stroke their pussy. No I got her to lie on the floor-in my wet area yes- and leaned on her foot as she pushed it up into my chest. She finally declared that she was all better but I was suddenly Nurse Raewyn, Naked Cramp Fighter.

I got her to rehydrate and tried looking for salt tablets and she refused to drink the glass of salty water I had lovingly prepared, I had a sip- God it was vile so probably just as well. But it was lovely to be able to fuss around over her because I'd had so much from her it was nice to show I would always be there for her.

She lay back on the sofa after that, I put a cushion under the suspect leg, and fluffed around until she finally clicked her fingers and pointed down at her pussy.

"Now's good," she said looking away and a smile slipped across her face after she had said it and was trying to look enigmatic. I went down on her and licked between the lines taking pains to avoid her tattoo.Apart from my thumb which had to grip on it to pull her lips apart. Oh she was a brave little soldier- just the odd moan and the occasional sharp intake of breath with the long slow exhale. 

Well she came of course and I sat there and stared at the pussy I loved as she had her orgasm. After it I just fell on her and clung to her. I was terrified of losing her and if I could have merged our bodies I would have.I could tell she was looking at me but I was scared of looking at her so I just closed my eyes and held her close.

She pushed away a little and looked me head on; I couldn't look at her, I wanted to but Mom had just totally done my head in and I was terrified I wouldn't be good enough and Linda would leave me because, well, I just didn't deserve her so I looked down at her nose.

"Fuck me she's done a number on you hasn't she?" she said shaking her head and that thin lipped look came over her. She pulled me in and hugged me tight.

"Think there's a chance I might leave you?" she asked and she held my chin up so that I had to look at her. The tears were running down my cheeks as I looked into the kindness in her eyes. I didn't know, I hoped to God no, but I didn't know, so I shrugged and shook my head.

She hugged me again and then said quietly,"I can't stand this, having you like this. You wait here, I'm going for a drive."

'No, no stay here," I pleaded,"I make a really good quiche and and lots of other stuff and I've got some great movies you'll love."

But she was dressing getting ready to go. She went into the bedroom and came back with her teddy bear. I had given up, I was curled up on the end cushion where she had been, still naked, when she handed me the teddy. I hugged it tight and looked up at her pleading with my eyes for her not to leave me. She leant over and kissed me then went to the door and was gone.

I sat there hugging the teddy and watching the clock. The hands moved slowly round, it was not much more than an hour but it felt like a week when she returned and she was not alone. Linda came in first and she was holding another woman's hand.

"Oh fuck," I thought", well, only myself to blame, if I had more personality, a bit more spark I might have kept-"

Then the other woman came in- Mom! Here was I naked and my Mom comes in to see me. So then Linda came over to me and got me to stand and as I was standing face on stark naked in front of my mother who had just crushed me that morning Linda spoke,

"Well, Maureen, what do you think? Not bad huh?"

Mom didn't say anything; she came over to stand right in front of me. Her face had a look of wonder on it and she turned back to Laura

" She's amazing," then back to me," honey I had no idea you were so gorgeous."

She crouched down and stared at my pussy with the rose tattoo.

"oh that is just perfect," she said then stroked over my pussy. and gently stroked the tattoo.

"Did it hurt?: she asked.

"Just a bit but Linda held my hand so I didn't mind," I told her.

While we had been talking Linda was stripping off then hugged me.

"Seventy three minutes twenty four seconds," she told me.

"More like twenty six really," I responded and I was happy again.

After she had stripped Linda started on Maureen. Mom just stood there, raising a leg or arm as required as Linda took all her clothes off her until she stood there as naked as us.

I felt embarrassed; first I had been embarrassed being seen naked by my mother like that and now I was embarrassed seeing her naked. Well I mean she was my mother and they don't go wandering round, well mine didn't and now here she was stark naked. She stepped back in front of me, took my wrists in her hands and rested my hands on her shoulders.

'I was horrible, wasn't I?"

I gave her my stoniest stare and shrugged then nodded. She looked into my eyes and smiled. Oh she could read me like a book; I had to look down, she was just too strong for me and I was uncomfortable, apart from the seeing her naked uncomfortable.

"Linda told me how you were," she said very quietly,"I'd been hating myself after you'd gone and when she told me, well it was worse than I had imagined,I just despised myself. Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I do love you and I do want you to be happy and I am so glad you found Linda she's amazing and she really loves you to bits."

She paused then put her arms out and asked,"hug?"

I looked up at her, yes I was in tears again, and fell into her arms.This hug was special; it just felt so wonderful to know I was loved by my Mom again and somehow the fact we were both naked made it feel more real.If that makes any sense, but it did.

Linda joined us and we had a three girl hug then stepped back a pace and stood all holding hands in a circle. Mom had more to tell me.

"Linda told me about the Estelle thing. Honey I'm sorry, Estelle has the brains and the drive but you got the looks. She is desperately insecure against you in the looks department honey and you know what else you got?"

I had no idea? The ability to cry a lot?

"Your father's personality. Your Dad was the sweetest ,kindest, gentlest man I ever knew and I have never met one yet that comes even close to matching him so when I see you I see him and I'm happy I have you and so sad I lost him- we lost him. He would have been so proud of you."

OK, well now I had gone from tears streaming to simply sobbing.They both hugged me tight and it was some minutes before I lifted my head and pushed back.

"Love you Mom," I told her and I looked her in the eye as I said it. She knew what I was doing and smiled back at me.

We moved over to the sofa and sat down kind of sprawled over each other.

"So what's being a lesbian like?" Mom asked me as she licked my ear.

"Wonderful," I replied and I licked her ear back,"just wonderful."

She smiled at me in a bit more than a mother daughter way and we both looked over at Linda.

"Oh, I'm included am I?"

I nearly slapped her. Instead I gave her a severe look and nodded. Maureen slipped off the sofa and swung round so her legs were resting on the middle cushion and her butt was off the floor. She clasped her hands behind her neck and closed her eyes.

"Rae?" she asked softly.

'Yes Mom," I replied automatically.

"Not Mom darling, Maureen,OK?"

'Yes," I paused-it felt really strange to be calling my mom by her first name-"Maureen."

"Darling I want things to be different between us- I want us to be more intimate, in every way but especially emotionally. Its been me, not you, that's built walls and made you feel, well, bad about yourself and I want you to know that I really do love you more than you can know- darling please forgive me.You can spank my ass if you like," she said.

There was, as you will have suspected, more than a slight hint of pleading in the last bit.

I looked over at Linda pulled a truly evil face and nodded. Slipping off the couch I stood directly over Maureen's face and said,

"Open your eyes slut."

Obediently she opened them and stared up at my pussy. A smile came over her face and it grew wider as I leant over and smacked her pussy. She closed her eyes obviously relishing the pain and I smacked her there again but much harder. This time she closed her eyes tight and clenched her teeth, her body tensed and then relaxed and she stared up at me.

"Count, Oh and say thank you," I told her.

"Yes Ma'am" she answered meekly and awaited my next smack.

It was about the same as my second one and I aimed dead at her clit. She gasped and said "One thank you Ma'am."

"Make those hands of yours useful,"I told her and pulled her arms down from behind her neck then placed her fingers on her tummy just above her pussy.

"Pull on your skin," I told her. She did and her clit popped out of its hood- it was hard. I stroked it with my index finger then slipped my finger into her pussy. It was wet and I slipped my finger right in. She pulled really hard to open it up more.

"You are a little slut aren't you?"

She nodded.

"I had better get on with your spanking, hadn't I?"

Again I smacked her, this time really hard on her exposed clit. Her body arched up and she stifled a shriek before saying,"Two thank you Ma'am."

I carried on up to twelve and at twelve she came. She gushed actually and the liquid squirted up and back onto her tummy and chest. I stepped away, sat down as before and gently caressed her leg. We watched her as she had her orgasm and as she floated once it had passed. She looked up at me smiled, mouthed "thank you " and closed her eyes. Linda leaned over and we kissed.

I mouthed "thank you" to her and she mouthed "You're welcome" back.

Mom was back on her feet in ten minutes or so and pulled on my hands to stand.

"Thank you darling, Oh God I loved that.I hope I was a good girl for you?"

"Yes sweetheart, you were a very good girl,sit with me."

I sat down and motioned for her to sit on my lap. She sat down and wrapped her arms round my neck which led to our mouths being awfully close together and we moved forward into a kiss. I was kissing my mother as a lover. She was a sensational kisser, so passionate. Her tongue probed my mouth seeking my tongue and twisting round, flicking it then she would pull away just a bit with my tongue in her mouth and closing her lips to grip my tongue she would suck incredibly hard on it. She would open her mouth wide and move her mouth over my chin then back up and lick my cheek before going back into the kiss. As she did this she brought one hand down and caressed my tit.

"Can I get you off?" she asked me, oh so tenderly.

"What? Isn't she there already?" Linda asked innocently.

I pulled a face at her. Oh I couldn't do bitchy at her, even pretend.

"Darling you only have to look at me and I'll come for you," I told her," but not quite."

Maureen grinned at us and slipped down so she was on her knees in front of me. She pulled on my legs so I slipped down a little and my butt was hanging over the edge of the cushion then pushed my legs wide and up. I hooked my arms round behind my knees to keep them out of the way. Maureen's face was right over my pussy and I looked down between my tits which had flopped away from each other over my tummy and into her eyes. The realization made me quiver. Oh God I felt like such an exhibitionist and when she pulled my skin back my clit popped out just as hers had and it too was hard. She was gentle in her lovemaking, caressing and rolling my clit in her fingertips then, while still working my clit she pushed two fingers into my opening. I just relaxed completely and let my body respond to her attentions. Well it didn't take too long and I was convulsing, I didn't squirt this time instead my cum oozed out to be lapped up by my mother's eager tongue.

They rolled me off the sofa onto the floor and made me lie there with my legs up as Maureen's had been while they fondled my legs and tickled me- behind the knee is really, really ticklish, I didn't know that until then. But I loved it and I could feel myself coming again, and I did.

I lay there looking up at them and feeling secure about them.

About them both.

I was down there for a while and I had an urge to attend to the Star of the Show, the love of my life the one, the only Linda. So I stood and so did Maureen. She had seen me looking and she felt the same way, we were in that mother daughter telepathy thing, mood, whatever but we just instinctively knew what the other was going to do. We each held a hand and pulled Linda to her feet.

I leaned over, my breasts pushing against her arm and whispered in her ear,

"Showtime."

Mom pushed her breasts against Linda's other arm and her hand came round under Linda's butt; I put my under her front and slid my pinky and ring finger into her wet slit while stroking down over her hood then used my thumb to push up and toyed her clit with my index finger. Meantime Maureen was massaging her butt and wet her fingers by slipping them round into her pussy and now had two wriggling round inside Linda's asshole.

We both just used one hand with the other arm wrapped tightly round her. Maureen came round to her mouth first and kissed her as she had me. It was wonderful to experience and it was nearly as good to watch. Seeing Linda's tongue seized in Maureen's lips and then both tongues twisting round the other with their mouths apart was a real turn on.

Then Maureen leaned over in front of Linda and kissed me . It was as fantastic as the first time and I was tingling.Its hard to describe in words but she is an electrifying kisser my Mom. Our lips parted. I know I was smiling happily at her and I got one of her smiles, then my lips sought Linda's. We kissed gently; I wanted her to know what I felt for her.

Maureen watched us then let go of Linda and pushed us together to be full on each other. When we had finished we opened and got her to come in for another three girl hug.

We had a shower after that, bit of a crowd but we were all well washed by the time Linda turned the water off. We dried, stayed naked and went out onto her patio. Naked was the new black as far as I was concerned and I happily worked in the kitchen getting things ready, making the drinks and bringing stuff out to them as it became ready.




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While I had been in the kitchen Linda had been on the phone and about ten minutes after I had joined them on the patio there was a knock at the door.

"Could you get that darling?" Linda asked casually. I gestured at my naked body. She nodded and waved me on too the door- people are waiting, lets not be rude- I don't know why but that simpatico thing with Maureen was working and I'm sure she was grinning behind my back. Whatever. I was so enjoying the naked thing that I strolled to the door and pulled it wide open.

My jaw dropped- it was Mrs Jensen, one of Mom's close friends.

'Um,Oh Hi Mrs um Mrs Jensen,um please come in, excuse me having no clothes on we've been out on the um patio and-'

"And you look sensational," she said interrupting me,"can I just get a look at this tattoo of yours sweetheart?"

How did she? Oh yeah. OK so I spread my feet a little bit and arched my back just a bit while she crouched down about six inches from my pussy and stared.

"May I?" she asked holding up her finger.

I nodded and spread my feet a little wider. She licked her finger and ran it from bottom up then while it was between my lips she brushed gently over my tattoo with her thumb. My hands went from by my sides to behind my head and I pushed my tummy out more for her.By now her whole hand was working my pussy and her other was caressing my butt and tickling round my butt hole-Oh and the front door was still open. Well there were bushes in the way so it would have been hard to see in but the breeze came through with both doors open and a breeze is always nice when you have nothing on.It gave a little edge to Mrs Jensen's attentions.

I was hoping she might start licking me but she stood up, kissed me and turned round. What is it with these older ladies wanting someone else to undress them? Well I did, she wasn't wearing much, just the tiniest thong I have ever seen and no bra! Once she was naked she held my hand and we went through to the patio. Maureen and Linda were seated at either end of the settee on the patio and patted beside them for us to sit. I sat by Linda,of course, and Mrs Jensen sat by Maureen.

I hated being away from Linda and I squeezed her hand and pressed against her. Mrs Jensen hugged Maureen then held her with their faces about a foot apart.

"Out of the closet at last Maureen?"

Maureen just beamed.

"About bloody time kiddo. How do you feel?"

Stupid question I know but its just one of those things you do in those situations.

"Great. I should have done this before but, oh I don't know it just all fell into place today so maybe this was meant to be but anyway I am so glad you're here with me. Yours was the only name I thought of when Linda asked if I'd like to ask someone over."

"ohhh," came the reply and some more middle aged snogging resulted.

Afterwards Mom told her what had happened, including what a shit she'd been to me and how awful she felt at how upset I had been. And I thought about that as she carried on with coming over and making up and so on, and I though that that was the first time I was aware that Mom actually cared about how I felt but it was obvious from how she spoke that she was frequently concerned about me and how I felt and I wondered if I hadn't just pulled the shutters down a bit myself and shut her out.

We do what we need to to cope, don't we? . Anyway I had Linda now and I had entered a new era with Mom that was going to be pretty damn special.

The afternoon progressed into evening. Linda did the bar-b-Que naked while I did the salads and so on and the two old dears did sweet FA.

We had a foursome after they had done the dishes and tidied up. Afterwards Maureen and I were tied up and fucked by the other two with their strap ons. The rule was that whoever was to be fucked next had to suck the cock clean so I got to taste Mom's pussy and asshole and she got to taste mine.

Oh and then, seeing as how we were helpless we both got spanked as well. Oh and we both had massive squirting multiple,yay, orgasms as well.

Well that was the start, Linda and I looked for a place of our own as did Maureen and Sandra (Mrs Jensen). We had a joint civil ceremony a year later, to make it formal, and we now live in adjoining units. Mom and I are more like sisters now and I'm a lot more confident in my self.

Both Linda and I work from home doing her,our rather, business which is doing very well and we're doing up the spare bedroom as a nursery because I'm expecting.Yes its a girl and the father is Linda's brother. He was as close as we could get to having Linda's genes in Victoria.

And that's it really. Oh just one last thing, Linda found that piece of paper I'd jotted the number and written Lady Tattooist on in my handbag. She bought a picture frame and put the paper in it then put it in pride of place on the wall in the lounge. I saw it and shook my head, oh gave her a hug too, but now its there on the wall and when people look at it and, not understanding what it means, ask her what it is she just smiles at them and says,"everything."



Everything



At midnight I texted Tony the address to my downtown apartment for next afternoon's workout. When I moved to the suburbs I couldn't part with my oasis in the city so I told myself I'd use it for friends that visited. But I always found myself too busy to join them. So I'd give them the keyless security code and send them a bottle of wine. They all complained until they realized they had a two-story apartment with a home gym, 15th floor roofdeck, gourmet kitchen and 360° views of the city all to themselves. The building was also full of athletes, musicians, actors and models. I knew very well that they had taken advantage of all of the buildings amenities. 

Our workout appointment was scheduled for 4PM but I thought sending him the address at midnight would intrigue him. For the last few months I exclusively worked out in the gym he owned because it had a reputation for being athlete friendly, but I wanted to bring our sessions to a more secluded arena. I knew I wanted to fuck him but I still wanted my workout. 

The next morning I brought a small suitcase of clothes to the apartment because I figured I'd take a vacation from my normal suburban life. A week downtown would be a fresh change considering I hadn't gone any where fun in three months. My chef Adrianne was especially thrilled when I asked her to stock the fridge downtown because she lived 5 minutes away. 

With my life transposed from my lonely suburban castle to my modern urban getaway, I was aching for 4PM to arrive. 

For the last three months I had savored my daily training with Tony. Before I blew out my knee I was never that focused on my body. I was blessed to have an Olympic body but I took everything for granted until it was all taken away from me 2 weeks before Olympic teams were to be set. My entire life revolved around track and investment banking, so when the team trainer, Leroy, realized how severely I had damaged my knee, he awkwardly joked that I was going to have plenty of time to watch the stock market from then on. 

He was right. 

For three years I kept myself walled off in the lavish suburban home my insurance paid for while I grew my money on Wall Street. I wrapped myself in numbers and found a sense of ease mastering something that few people understood. Investing money was empowering. 

But it couldn't replace the high I'd get running the hurdles or training. Every time I looked at the scar on my knee from the surgery it reminded me how much I missed training at that level. My body was a race car parked in a garage on blocks. So I decided to get her a cover because I didn't want to be reminded of what could have been. 

My freshman roommate from college, April, had a successful, upscale tattoo studio in Los Angeles so I let her design an elegant piece that ran from above my thigh to my ankle. It was my first and last ink, but it covered 1/5th of my body. Her inspiration came from the ornate design of the $100 bill mixed with a honeycomb pattern that she morphed to wrap elegantly around my leg. The piece was so good that she made me take some revealing photography that won a few awards. She clearly had gotten me drunk to agree to those photos but fortunately you couldn't tell that it was me. To this day I rarely expose the tattoo in fear of someone recognizing it. April and I shared everything so I trusted her to cover everything. 

Yet, with all of that ink and I still only saw the scar. 

Ding Dong. 

3:55.

Tony had arrived at the garage door so I buzzed him in. I watched him park his electric sedan in the visitor spot from my security camera. I texted him the code to my penthouse elevator and headed down one flight to my home gym. There had been an entire apartment in the space, but I fully renovated it to be my workout area. There were mostly free weights and a yoga area, but the treadmill and stationary cycle were high end. There were no walls so you could see out of the floor-to-ceiling windows from every corner of the gym. The 7 circular cement columns that held the building up were the only visible obstacles. The glassed shower area in the southwest corner overlooking the park was also visibly open. When I moved out of the city, I missed that gym the most. 

As I began my preworkout stretch I heard Tony enter the apartment. I had grown somewhat anxious, but I didn't want to show any signs of my growing anticipation. I just listened to his paced footsteps as they navigated the top floor of the apartment. He was clearly scoping the place out and taking his time. Or maybe he was just as nervous as I was. Either way, he found himself walking down the staircase with his shoes in hand. Very respectful. 

"Kara?" Tony shouted as he reached the landing. His tone was less of a search for me and more of a 'who the hell owns a home gym like this?'

"Over here stretching," I replied. "You can put your shoes on in here."

"Thank you," he said as he sat on a bench and pulled out a fresh pair of sneakers from his backpack to work out in. I took notice that the contents of his backpack weren't particularly overflowing. On one level I was pleased that he hadn't planned to overstay his visit, but on a another level I was disappointed that he might have only wanted to workout. 

"Ready?" he asked as I finished stretching. 

"Always," I nervously replied. 

Once we got into the workout I forgot about how beautiful he looked in the white t-shirt he wore instead of the gym polo he wore for work. As amazing as he looked and smelled I was focused on tuning each muscle with precision. So I lost myself in my workout. 

As usual I sweated like a pig. Tony was great about wiping me and the equipment down. That was essentially why I needed a trainer. I already had a workout regimen, but I needed a partner to spot me when I tackled the heavier weights and a clean up crew because I was like a hurricane in the gym - leaving a flood and debris in my trail. 

Tony had that covered. More importantly, he was intensely professional. Most trainers would spend 45 minutes staring at my T&A without worrying whether my form was the most efficient at maximizing the set. And when they stared I got angry. But Tony would offer a subtle nudge at my ankle to fix my stance during my third rep of squats. He would lift my chin slightly as I balanced on one leg. He would silently lift my elbow when I began to mentally relax in the 42nd minute.

I was a race car and he was continuously tuning me. 

So I was dripping wet after every workout. Dripping. Fucking. Wet. 

At his gym I found myself racing to my car at 4:46 PM to get home. Longest drive ever. I would bring myself to orgasm before the shower water got hot. 

But the one day I couldn't make it out of the parking lot Tony busted me. Tights around my ankles. Finger on my clit. Which brought me to invite my trainer to my home gym. 

4:46 PM. 

Instinctively I shed my drenched clothes and headed for the shower area. Naked and sweaty, Tony had a full view of me. The tattoo he had caught a glimpse of in the parking lot was now on full display. I cursed myself for not having mirrors in the gym because I wanted to watch him watch me walk to the shower. 

Instead I simply kept my head to the sunset in the distance as I turned the water on. As I closed my eyes and stepped into the jetting heat I reached down to feel the wetness that my body produced of its own accord. I began to roll my clit between my fingers as I leaned against the glass and wondered if Tony was still there. For all I knew he could have gone home or headed upstairs to make a sandwich. My fingers along my pussy weren't terribly worried about Tony at that moment. 

Until there was another hand helping them along their path. 

Tony had joined me in the shower and I could feel his rock hard dick nested between my ass cheeks. His chest pressed against my back while his arms wrapped around me. One hand helped me hold my writhing breasts while his other hand helped me rub my pussy to heaven. I could feel the power in his hand controlling my hand as I eagerly moaned my climax into his ear. 

Like I'd imagined for the last three months. 

But in real life he kept squeezing me and I kept coming. I tried to collapse away from him as my legs began to relax. That's when I realized he was holding me up and my pussy was in his total control. The shower was pulsing on my nipples and clit while Tony held me up against his dick until I burst into the loudest 'Oh fuck!' my lungs could muster. I felt like a loose bag of nipples and clit and Tony was squeezing the life into them. 

So I let it out. All of it. I screamed and whimpered while he rubbed and pressed. And then I whimpered more. 

Until I was done. 

Tony released me to my own ability to stand upright. My eyes finally opened and I could see the remnants of sunset breaking into purples and oranges. But I could feel Tony's dick still pressed against my ass. So I began to squeeze that dick of his with my ass cheeks until I could feel his rhythm riding with my contractions. I remembered catching glimpses of his dick in the gym the day before and wondered what it would be like in my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. 

Just as I started to drift off into my own head I felt Tony's rhythm lose timing. His knees began to lock and arms began to tighten. At last a warm sensation scored the small of my back as his legs began to wobble. I looked down between my legs and saw the drain filling with his cum as he whispered, "Kara..." into my neck. 

We slowly got back to our senses and rinsed away our animal pleasantries. We wrapped ourselves in towels and headed upstairs to the kitchen. Tony approved of the prepared chicken curry as we laughed about the previous few months. 

Before then we hadn't gotten to know each other, but there was an amazing level of comfort we had with one another. But by 9 PM we realized that we were still in our towels. I broke that thirty seconds of awkward silence with "Change of clothes?"

"Uhh, nope," he embarrassingly replied. 

So I walked into the living room and grabbed my laptop. 

"Working?" he asked as he grabbed a glass of water from the refrigerator. 

"Shopping," I replied as I showed him my online shopping cart of clothes for him. I cleared up his look of his confusion by remotely turning all of the lights in the apartment and simply stating, "11AM delivery." And to add clarity to the conversation I dropped my towel to the floor and produced three condoms from the kitchen island drawer. Let's start in the living room. 

On my black suede couch I rode him until I came. Four minutes. 

On the rooftop he fucked me against the cold wooden patio table until I came. Six minutes. 

In my bedroom on my customized double-wide king-sized bed he fucked me from behind until I came. Three minutes. 

I clearly needed the vitamin D. Clearly. It was embarrassing how badly I need to be fucked. 

We both passed out in the pitch black room. I slept hard. 

At 6AM I woke as usual and headed for the kitchen naked. As I opened the refrigerator door I realized there was a titanium suitcase next to the kitchen island. It took me a second to figure it out, but the LAX to ATL tag told me April was in town and didn't mention to tell me. She knows the security code to the garage and elevator so she must have landed in the middle of night. I tip-toed to the spare bedroom and put my ear to the door but I didn't want to wake her. 

I finished my glass of water and quietly headed back to my room. I wasn't sure if I was ready to introduce April to Tony. She was a wild child that brought out the crazy in me and I wasn't sure if Tony was ready for that. As I navigated in the dark to my bathroom I wondered if I could get Tony out before April woke up from her red-eye flight. As I dimmed the bathroom light and I closed the door I heard Tony stir. 

Then the stir turned to "Kara?"

But before I could answer, "Kara?" became "Kara..." and I knew that Tony was about to cum. What a night I thought to myself. This man is not shy around me and I loved it. 

Not ten seconds later a very naked Tony entered the bathroom to find me smiling and naked in the mirror. Hand on hips, I naughtily said, "Good morning, sunshine."

But Tony's face was of total confusion as he came to his senses. As I noticed his eyes widen the door opened yet again to a naked April who sheepishly grinned. 

"Tony, April. April, Tony," I awkwardly introduced them. 

"April?" Tony mumbled as he faced two beautifully naked women without out of control Afros.

But April just grinned as she pushed between us to get to the sink. To my shock I watched her spit copious amounts of cum into the blue oyster glass sink before properly introducing herself. "April. I don't swallow. Pleased to meet you."



Everything



"She's been crying like this all night," Benji sighed. "I feel so helpless."

Tony leaned into me and whispered sympathetically, "What's wrong, beautiful?" Coming from someone who was normally the life of the party, the act of compassion was made even greater.  

"Everything," I sniffled.

"Well," he smiled, "Could you elaborate so that I might possibly understand your plight, fair damsel?"

This forced a small grin onto my face.

"Yeah," Billy frowned. "You've not been yourself all day long and I'd like to know why!"

"Family matters," I sobbed. "Can we leave it at that?"

Tony took me in his arms as I continued to cry, while Benji sat down beside us.

"Look, Punky," he frowned. "Is it your father again?"

"No," I sniffled. "It's everyone this time! Just when you need someone most, they always bail on you!"

"I've never bailed on you," Benji frowned. "And you know I never would, right Punky?"

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. "I know," I smiled.

"So," Billy sighed and reclined against the headboard of my bed. "I'm still a little lost as to what's got you so . . ."

His voice trailed off.

"Miserable," Tony finished his thought. "You look purely miserable."

"And I feel it," I frowned.

I was sitting on Tony's lap now, rubbing my watery eyes and sniffling like a fool. "I'm sorry," I squeaked, "I'm so lame, guys, I'm sorry."

Billy's foot nudged my elbow, and both Tony and I turned to look at him. "You're not lame," he grinned, "just a little puffy!"

I giggled. 

"And a touch nasal," Benji smirked.

"Stop!" I laughed. "You're not supposed to make it all better just be being so damn . . . "

Tony bounced me in his lap. "Cute?" he asked with a lopsided grin.

"Cute," I smiled back.

They were all three gorgeous men. Benji was the punk rocker: short, stocky with jet black hair in spikes that seemed to grow longer everyday. His tattooed arms gave the best hugs, and his pierced lips provided me with endless hours of fantasies. His voice was soft and sincere, his physical appearance rough and obnoxious at times; it was this contradiction that I loved most about him. And he's a twin!

Billy is the youngest of our group, a baby at twenty-one. With an intense stare and the face of an angel, he was almost too pretty to be real- but he was, and he was one of my best friends. Dressed in his usual t-shirt and jeans, he could pass as "normal" if it weren't for the nose, lip and eyebrow rings that he'd applied to his gorgeous face in an attempt to look less "girly", as he'd put it.

Tony was the least simple of the three to define. A goof, a gentle spirit, a punker, a stoner, Tony wore all the labels simultaneously. A blonde (thanks to the inventors of the bad bleach job), he has tattooed and pierced to the hilt and still managed to look like a member of NSync. Of course, you didn't dare tell him that- Tony hates boy bands.

These were my favorite boys, these were "my people".

"Okay, so," Benji smiled. "Are we done being sad?"

"Sure," I giggled passionately as Tony tickled my armpits. "No more sadness."

"Good," Tony grinned. "Cause we have a surprise for you!"

"You do?," I practically squealed.

"Calm down, cowgirl," Billy laughed, heading for his backpack dangling from my doorknob. 

"It's not really that exciting," Benji grinned. "Ya know, something small . . . "

Billy grabbed a small envelope out of his backpack, and turned to me grinning. "Can you handle it?" he smirked.

"Yes!" I shrieked, jumping off Tony's lap. "Gimme, gimme! What is it?"

He inched away, laughing. "Stop acting like a baby!"

"Yeah, Punky," Benji laughed. "Give the guy a chance already."

"Fine," I sighed, sitting back down between Benji and Tony.

"So," Billy started, as though this were a presentation. "We all know you've been stressed out over the car and everything at work, your family situation...."

"Yeah," I frowned.

"We wanted to cheer you up- Benj and I- with slight, insignificant help from T over here...."

"Hey!," Tony laughed. I giggled and leaned up against him.

"Anyhow, we pulled some strings with our almighty super powers," he paused and blew onto his knuckles like a real hot shot. "So, yeah," he smiled, "here ya go!"

I reached for the envelope, my heart practically not beating. What could they have "pulled strings" to get me? My fingers were frozen, but I managed to peel the envelope open with much effort, taking great care not to destroy whatever was inside.

"Well, come on, kiddo," Tony laughed, slapping my thigh. "We're not getting any younger here."

I reached inside and removed an All Access laminate, and a pink piece of stationery folded intricately. "What the fu..." I grinned.

"Well, you see," Benji grinned back. "I wanted to take you on the road, get you away from all your troubles. I was ranting and raving about my vile scheme to T here..."

"I knew your job wouldn't appreciate you disappearing for a week," Tony continued Benji's thought. "So I, we....We gave your boss a call!"

"WHAT?" I shrieked. I was stuck between pure elation that the boys cared enough about me to execute this elaborate plan of theirs, but enangered at their blatant disregard for my job and my boss.

"Don't freak, girl," Billy grinned. "Just read that pink page there."

Alison-

Have fun on your little adventure. These friends of yours- I dunno, kid. But have fun and get your ass back here by Monday to meet your deadline! I can't be losing my top reporter to some strange band members, touring in god only knows where.

Love, Phyllis



My eyes filled with tears. The guys had plotted a vacation for me, even going so far as to call my boxx and schedule me for time off from work. The whole thought was so exciting and so confusing, I laughed through the tears.

"So," I gleamed, "Which one of you jackasses actually spoke to Phyllis?"

Benji looked sheepish, but raised his hand. "That'd be me," he grinned. "Talk about your interesting individuals. Did you know that her daughter is taking guitar lessons?"

"No, I did not know that," I laughed.

"Well, she is and I'm her private tutor for two hours tomorrow," he smirked.

This made me giggle. "You had to sell your body to get me time off work, huh?"

He chuckled. "Something like that!"

"You whore!" Tony chided.

"Hey, man," Benji grinned. "Not my whole body- just my hands!"

We all erupted in laughter, bringing tears back to my eyes. How could I be so lucky? My friends loved me so very much.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"We want to send this one out to someone very special tonight," Benji beamed to the assembled crowd of several thousand screaming fans. "She's been going through some tough shit lately, so we brought her out here with us for this past week . . . "

"Spit it out, Benj," his twin brother Joel quipped.

"Ah, the power of the microphone," Billy interjected.

Side-stage, I was laughing my ass off. But what was Benji getting at?

"Anyhow," he shouted over his bandmates. "This is her last night and I want her to know that I'm going to miss her something stupid!"

The crowd gave a collective sigh. A few girls "Aww"d, a few wretched, but overall, they were listening to Benji's dedication. "So this one's all you tonight, Punky! Hand in there, I love you," he smiled, winking at me as I watched, surpressing an urge to run right out there and kiss him all over then and there.

"T!" Joel yelled. "Get your ass out here!"

"Come on, T," Benji laughed.

Tony squeezed my shoulder as he ran past me to join the band onstage.

"This is Punky's favorite," he laughed as the band launched into "Walk By," from their self-titled, debut CD. Clearly, this whole cherade- much like my entire week on the road with the boys- had been pre-planned.

I danced like a fool as the boys rocked my song, knowing that my last night was fastly coming to a close. How could I be so happy, and yet, so sad all at once?

The aftershow was pretty typical- Tony entertained the band's guests while they changed quickly from their sweaty stage wear. I sat on a couch watching T arm wrestle a veritable stranger for the right to call himself a "hardass"- or so I thought I had overhead from bits of their conversation.

A young girl wearing bondage pants and a "Benji's Riot Grrl" (how original!) tank top sat down next to me. "So, like, are you, like, dating Benji?," she asked me. I wanted to laugh right in her face, but I knew she was serious.

I grimaced. "Not that I'm aware of." 

Her face lit up noticeably. "Are you dating Tony?," she persisted.

"Not that I'm aware of," I repeated. I must have growled- the nerve of this kid!

"Anyone in his band?"

"Nope," I shook my head.

"Alright, well, you can have Billy and Paul, okay?" she smiled, elated that I wasn't claiming any of "her men" as my own. "They're all yours! Is that fair?" she giggled stupidly.

I rolled my eyes and headed for the beer cooler. "Sure," I sighed as I left the fool sitting by herself on the couch.

Benji came up behind me as I sipped my Coronoa, almost spilling the beer all over both of us. "Mmm," he growled playfully into my neck.

"Mmmm, yourself," I laughed, sniffing his t-shirt. "Since when did you start wearing cologne?"

"I'll never tell," he teased, shaking his head.

"Like, oh my god, hi!" came a squeak from behind us.

"Hi," Benji smiled that lewd grin of his.

"You're so much more gorgeous in person," the girl cooed.

"Am I?" he asked her, mockingly.

She continued her conversation with Benji for as long as she possibly could, keeping him occupied for a good ten minutes. God, he had patience! I was thankful that he was the rockstar, and not myself. There was no way that I could oblige such sheer stupidity. 

As I walked away from the young girl and her poster idol, I bumped into Billy. "She's smiling!" he practically cheered. His smile was enough to light the room, even if he was the only one in it.

"I've been smiling this whole week," I defended. "Besides, I won't be smiling at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow, when you put me on a plane and I don't see you for another, oh what? Eight months!"

His blue eyes darkened a shade, and he turned very serious. "You know, Alison," he frowned. "Just because we're not next door, it doesn't mean that we're not thinking of you- or loving you any less."

I bowed my head. "I know, Billy. It's just hard to grow up with someone, and then have them taken away for eleven months of the year."

"At least now you appreciate us," he grinned. 

I shoved him hard, and laughed. "I've always appreciated you," I laughed. "Always!"

"Not always!," he grinned.

"Always," I smiled and hugged him. He was so tall, so slender, so gentle. You wanted to protect him from all harm, like a child. It was no wonder the boys had nicknamed him "Lil Billy" years ago.

We walked hand-in-hand back to the bus, leaving the crowd of anxious fans behind. I wasn't sorry to be gone, but Billy had a commitment to his fans. "Can you just leave like this?" I asked as we left the arena.

"Why not?" he furrowed his brows.

He had a point. Why had I opened my mouth? "Well, there's kids waiting for you to sign shit," I offered.

He winked and nodded his head. "No, there's not! I know for a fact that I spoke to EVERY kid in that room, Ali!"

"Aren't we the kind, caring rockstar!," I winked back.

"I'm not a rockstar," he said very seriously. "Not even close."

This made me grin. "There are a lot of people that would disagree with that," I laughed.

"They'd be wrong," he looked stern. "I'm not here for money or fame, Alison. You of all people should know that."

He was very serious about this, almost upset with me for suggesting the antithesis of his motives. "I know," I smiled. "I know."

We walked silently after that, climbing onto the bus long before anyone in our little group of band and friends.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"So, Punky," Benji grinned, "Are you sharing with sexy me tonight or with lame-ass gonzo over there?"

Billy nestled under his covers and smiled. "It's warm over here," he laughed, rustling his blankets with great exaggeration. 

"Well, sexy, I hate to break it to you," I laughed. I couldn't ever stay serious around these guys. "But Tony and I have a hot date with a cot!"

Benji gasped. "No! He's cheating on me? With a portable bed?"

We looked at each other and bust out laughing just as Tony entered the room.

"It can't have been something I said," Tony grinned as he threw himself down on top of Billy. 

"So back to me," Benji whined. "Are you sleeping with me tonight or what, Punky?"

I smiled lewedly. The thought had crossed my mind on many a hot night. "Dream on, Benj!" 

He picked me up and carried me over to his bed, leaning over me and pinning my wrists. "Then I'm going to have to have my way with you by some other means," he smirked.

"Right," Tony laughed, "It's called the date rape drug!"

I frowned. "That's not even funny, T!"

Benji laughed, mocking me and telling Tony to "play nice with the little girlies".

I was laughing with the boys, but still unamused that Benji had me pinned under him. "Can I get up now, please?" I smiled sweetly.

"Actually, no," Benji smirked. "I like you like this."

"Weighted down by your...."

"Girth?" he smiled.

I pushed him off me and he landed on the bed beside me. "You wish," I grinned, showing my muscles.

"I do," he whispered. I smiled.

"You're being exceptionally fiesty tonight, Benj," Tony grinned. "It's very..."

Billy hollered from underneath a pillow. "It's his usual, T!"

Benji and I laughed. A lewd grin spread over his face, "Yes, well, I'm a bad boy, what can I say?"

He was so sexy. We'd been friends for countless years, and my heart had always skipped beats for that lopsided grin of his. When he'd laugh, I felt my heart flutter and I knew that, for better or worse, I was fooling myself to say that all I ever wanted from Benjamin was friendship. I wanted so much more, and yet, I had lived the past years afraid to make my move.

"Punky?," he sighed, so close to my skin that my IQ points began to drop rapidly.

"Yeah, Benj?" I smiled.

"Have you ever thought about me?," he asked, his face becoming very serious, his pierced lip stuck out in a terribly sensual pout.

I shook my head, laughing. "I think about you all the time, dumbass."

He grinned and rolled onto his back, beside me. "No, Punky, like....think about me."

"What are you getting at, Ben?," I frowned. I knew what he was getting at, and I wasn't sure that I wanted to hear it. How demented our minds can be, eh?

His brown eyes gleamed, studying my face thoughtfully. "Like have you ever thought about what it would be like to be with me..." his voice trailed down to a whisper.

Somewhere in the room, Tony and Billy erupted into laughter.

"Ben," I sighed.

"Punky, I'm serious. Have you ever been sitting alone, on a rainy day, wondering where I am, what I'm doing, who I'm with. Maybe your mind starts to wander, and you start to think about the curves of my body, my skin on yours, my lips touching yours..."


He was visibly excited by his own words. My skin was on fire.

I sighed heavily, rolling onto my side and gazing into the familiar warmth of his chocolate eyes. "No, Ben, I can't say I ever have."

"That's honest of you," he frowned. "I think about you a lot, obviously. I wish that..."

"Ben, stop!," I sighed. "Don't turn this into a sob fest. Please, it's my last night!"

"I know, Punky, but I was going somewhere with this," he grinned with renewed amusement. "I was going to ask you if you'd....."

"Suck his dick, because he's desperate, really he is! It's you or his fist, and his fist is tired, Punky!" Tony quipped, landing alongside me on the bed.

We laughed hysterically, Benji entirely unamused.

"Come on, Benj, it was only a joke," Tony smiled at his best friend. The two of them were so close, it was almost scary at times. Rumors persisted all over the Internet that they were, in fact, more than friends, but I'd never seen any evidence of that- at least not outside my dreams. 

"Anyhow," Benji continued, ignoring our fits and snorts, "I'd really like you to sleep here tonight."

"She can't, Benj," Tony grinned. "It would be cheating on the cot, and the cot has feelings."

Tony and I erupted into more laughter, but Benji's frown remained stoicly intact. "T, I'm being serious here!"

"Fine, fine," Tony waved, rolling and turning his back to mine. "You can continue your failing seduction of our friend, and I'll just pretend like I'm not hearing any of it, okay?"

"You're jealous!" Benji scowled. "You're jealous that I'm telling her how I feel when you never could!"

"BOYS PLEASE!," I shrieked. "Take it elsewhere, cause this is insane!"

Tony rolled so his chin was resting on my shoulder, his voice heating my neck as he spoke. "I'm not jealous," he sighed, glaring at Benji through my hair. "I just don't think it's cool to...."

"Be honest with myself?" Benji retorted.

"Benji, please," I frowned. "This is very uncomfortable for me, so stop it!"

"I'm not trying to...." he grumbled. "I just wanted to put it out there. I really...." he was mumbling now.

"Punky?" Tony grinned, rolling me to face him. 

You couldn't help but smile back into those blue gems. "Yeah, T?"

"What retard here is trying to say is that . . . We had a long conversation a few weeks ago, and we agree that we both really, really dig you!"

I laughed. "I really dig you both, too, T!"

Tony wrinkled his nose. "Not just like that, Punky, we like you- probably more than each of us should!"

"Oh," I must have gasped.

Benji grabbed my shoulder and squeezed, whispering into my ear, "That's all. I needed to say that to you now, here. Before you go home and I lose you again."

"You never 'lose' me, Ben," I smiled. "You never, ever lose me."

"I know," he sighed into my ear. "But it feels like it when we're out here and you're back there."

"I know," I sighed back. 

Tony whispered into my other ear, "So let's just enjoy what time we have left together, okay?"

Benji growled into my ear and wrapped his arms around my hips. "Yeah."

"You two," I laughed, shaking my head. 

"No, don't," Tony hushed me. "Be serious."

Benji squeezed me tightly to him, and I could feel his body's reaction to our closeness. "Mmm, Ali," he whispered. "You smell so perfect and you feel so wonderful."

I looked at Tony with panic spread across my face. This wasn't supposed to happen, or was it? It was a recurring dream of mine, something I would joke to my girlfriends about on late Saturday nights, but reality....This wasn't reality.

"Relax," he assuaged. "We're not going to do anything you don't want us to."

"And what if I want it to stop right here?," I asked sternly.

"Then it stops right here," Benji assured, clutching me tighter. "But you don't want it to stop now, do you, Punky?"

I sighed, trying to avoid a commital response. What the hell was I doing here, between Tony and Benji? Two of my best friends, two people I loved and adored and cared more for than I could put to words. This was so very wrong, to be here, contemplating what they weren't asking with their words but what was unspoken and understood between the three of us.

Tony leaned in closer, our noses touching. "Trust me," he grinned, "You won't regret it!"

"Sure, I will," I smiled back. "You'll throw me out in the morning, you won't call, and I'll be back to my miserable, lonely self."

Benji laughed, Tony frowned. "Alison, I would never...."

"Stop!" I smiled. "I'm teasing you!"

"Oh," Tony smiled. "Well, then."

"Shut up," Benji laughed from behind me. 

"And kiss me?," Tony grinned as he pulled my lips to his.

His limps were gentle and plush, so warm on my own, the taste of him filling me even before our tongues touched. I allowed my hands to creep to the back of his neck, drawing my body closer to his, exciting nerve-endings all throughout my spine. How could something so wrong feel so good? He was my best friend!




Everything



After a good few minutes of exploring each other's mouths, Tony pulled away and licked his lips. Fuck, he was sexy as hell. 

"Mmm, Punky," he growled. "You taste so wonderful."

"Let me taste!," Benji beamed like a child, rolling me toward him. 

Our eyes locked on one another, my hands over his ridiculously close-cropped hair. "Your hair," I giggle. 

"Yes?" he grins.

"I hate it!," I laugh and he smiles brilliantly.

"At least your honest, Punky. Now shut up and kiss me."

He pulls me to him in a rush, and I laugh as our lips meet. Despite his three lip piercings, his kiss is gentle, sensual. He moves with expertise, knowing just when to venture between my lips, just when to search out my tongue ring. Biting my lips gently, he pulls back, smiles lewdly, then sucks my lower lip into his mouth.

I feel Tony behind me, massaging my breasts, exciting my nipples with his large, calloused hands. "Beautiful," he whispers into my ear as Benji bites softly at my neck.

I hesitate before reaching between Benji and I, and running my hands up his chest. "You like?" he growls, and I know he approves.

"Mmm, yes," I wink and our eyes meet. 

He grins as I run my hands down his chest, searching for the bottom of his t-shirt. I find it, and explore underneath, gently massaging the soft fuzz of his stomach. 

"Don't stop," he moans, eyes shut and face contorted into sheer pleasure.

My skin is on fire, sensitive to every touch. My breathing is growing labored, and I can feel Tony so very hard, pressed against my lower back.

"Let me play, too," Tony coos in my ear, placing his larger hands onto mine and helping me to rundo Benji's belt buckle.

"T," Benji opens his eyes and grins.  

Their familiarity with each other's bodies astonished me, adding a ridiculously thick sexual tension to the already sweaty situation. "Oh god," I gasp as I feel Tony's hard-on pressed against my back, his arms wrapped around me and his hands reaching inside Benji's slacks. 

"Unnyeah," Benji grunts, staring through me to Tony. "T.....fuck."

I glance at Benji, his eyes shut in pure joy; then turn to Tony, a look of pure wantonness on his youthful face. "He loves this," Tony assures me, as though I would question Benji's response to his affections.

They continue like this for some time, Tony stroking Benji's erection- myself stuck in the middle of the two men. I stare at Benji's contorted expression with great interest, watching labored breathing, the sweat glistening on his forehead. "FUCK," he finally screams and shudders, falling into me. 

Tony extracts his hand from inside Benji's slacks, and grins at me. "Now it's your turn," he smiles that infamous Lovato grin.

I turn to face Tony as he removes my tank top and reaches behind me to unhook my bra. We're kissing as he returns to massaging my breasts, and I feel Benji roll away from me and climb off the bed. "Benj?" I sigh.

"I'm just washing off," he laughs from somewhere in the room.

I feel myself losing all grasp of reality, Tony's mouth closing over my nipple and his tongue circling so tantilizingly slow. He grabs my hips to steady me beneath him, rolling on top of me but never losing contact between my breast and his baby soft lips. 

"Oh god, T," I can't help but moan repeatedly.

I can barely lift my hand, but I somehow manage to slip it inside his boxers. When did his pants come off?, I think to myself. I wrap my hand around his erection, so hard and so warm to my touch. He moans around my nipple, but continues his work and I stroke him slowly, gently.

"Faster," he moans.

I continue my slow pace, smiling devilishly as he glances down at me with a pleading expression. "Oh no," I smile. "You need to last."

He smirks at me and reaches his hand inside my panties. I feel a long finger slip inside me, and I arch my back to meet his touch. "Unnnn," I moan. 

"That's right," Tony laughs. "I'm the master!"

I grin back at him and continue to ride his finger.

I feel the bed shift, and Benji lays his head on my right shoulder. "He is the master," he winks. "I can attest to that!"

"Yes, you can," I can barely manage to moan as Tony speeds his tempo and I feel his thumb on my clit.

"The master wishes to mount you now," I hear Tony laugh as he pulls my panties off. 

Benji's face twists into concern, and he nudges Tony's chest gently. "Not so fast," he states with great seriousness. 

"Right," Tony responds, as though he was able to read Benji's message simply by glancing in his eyes.

Tony pulls away from me, and I moan longingly. 

"He's getting a condom," Benji explains.

"Oh," I frown. "I didn't think of that."

"Be glad we did," Benji grins. 

"Yeah," I smile, staring into his eyes. He looks so innocent, laying there with his head on my shoulder, eyes rolled upward and peering into my own. "At least someone can still think intelligently."

He laughs. "It's hard, believe me. It's head number two that's doing all the thinking tonight."

We both grin. 

"I'm back," Tony calls, diving on top of me and tearing open a Trojan package all at once. "Did you miss me?," he grins as he reaches down and flicks my clit between two fingers.

"Mmm, yes," I coo with his touch.

He struggles to remove the condom from its packaging, and eventually manages to get it removed and rolled onto his magnificently hard cock. As we wait, Benji takes over rubbing my clit and gently chewing on my breast. 

"You're perfect," he whispers. "So perfect."

My ego is the size of Texas and I'm grinning stupidly as Tony leans up on his elbows, his brown eyes beaming into my own. "You ready?" he asks, smirking.

"I'm ready," I grin as he plunges deep inside me and we both moan.

"Oh god," he sighs, "You're so tight!"

I smile as I'm overcome with the sensations. Tony's driving his impressively thick, long cock into me, while Benji rubs my clit and licks passionately at my neck. Every now and then, Tony pulls out slowly, allowing Benji to slip a finger inside me. He does so with painstakingly slow hands, making me practically beg for his touch or Tony's waiting cock.

Eventually, Tony flips us so that I'm on top, riding his cock while he massages my breasts and grins up at me. I feel Benji behind me, kneeling over Tony's thighs and kissing my shoulders. "I want you so bad," he whispers into my ear and I feel him remove his boxers.

"Ben?," I question, fairly certain of what he's doing back there. I glance over my shoulder, and watch as he squeezes something into his hand and begins to massage his hard-on. "Ben, what are you doing?"

He turns and meets my stare. "You'll see," he grins.

"Hey," Tony laughs, "Remember me?" He places his strong hands on my hips, and moves me up and down on his still delicously hard cock.

"Okay," Benji whispers into my ear. "This is going to hurt at first..."

"What is?," I whisper nervously.

"This," he responds, rubbing his lubricated cock against my ass. "But it will be the most amazing thing you've ever felt if you stick with it, I promise you," he grins.

"I'm scared," I grimace, Tony squeezing my hips for reassurance. 

"If it hurts," he smiles, "You tell him to stop and he will...right away! Right, Benj?"

"Right," Benji confers and begins to rub gently at my ass. He reaches his arm around me and rubs my clit as he inserts a finger into my ass. The feeling of Tony inside me while Benji fingers me back there is amazing. Judging by Tony's expression, he agrees.

"Can you feel that?" Benji asks, and I'm not sure if he's questioning me or Tony. 

"Yes," we both respond simultaneously.

"Are you okay?" he whispers into my ear, and I nod. 

"It feels amazing," I grin.

"Good," he smiles.  We continue like this for several minutes, Tony's eyes shut and his face locked into an expression of sheer erotic bliss. Frankly, I'm not sure he's going to last.

"I'm going to try this now," Benji whispers in a hoarse voice and I know he's very close to the edge, as well.

I feel him pressing himself inside me, rubbing my clit frantically to ease the initial pain of his entrance. "Oh god," I howl and Tony's eyes snap open and he stares at me with a questioning glare.

"Are you okay?," he frowns.

I can only manage to squeak, "Oh god!"

"Am I hurting you?" Benji asks, sounding afraid. "Punky, are you okay?"

I wiggle my hips over Tony, adjusting between the two men that are driving into me in unison. "Mmmhmm," I grin.

"Yes, he's hurting you?" Tony asks, still looking concerned.

I can barely speak, but I grin at him and wink, "I'm fine."

"WOOHOO," Tony cheers, his face losing all trace of worry. "She's ready, man!"

He and Tony lock eyes, and then begins the onslaught. As Tony pulls slowly out from under me, Benji drives in; Benji then taking his turn to pull slowly outward, as Tony plunges in. I lose all ability to speak, and soon my eyes are rolled back into my head and parts of my body that I had never been in touch with previously are on fire.

"Oh god, oh god," I pant, "Fuck me, yes. YES! FUCK ME!"

They both grab my hips, Tony's hands covering Benji's and pulling me down onto him as Benji pushes into me from behind.  "Fuck," Tony grunts, "that's it!" With that, he twitches inside me and cums. He stays hard inside me while he relaxes down into the pillows and runs his hands through his hair. "Fuck!" he sighs.

Benji grabs my hips and pulls me forcefully toward him, and with one last grunt, he cums inside my ass and pulls out quickly. "Fuck," we say in unison.

"Fuck, Benji, fuck!," I continue to moan as he rubs my clit. "My ass!"

I lean down onto all fours, and feel Benji's body meld over my own. "Are you okay?," he asks softly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"No, I'm fine," I smile. "You were perfect!"

"Good," he beams, "Cause I told you I wouldn't hurt you."

"You didn't," I assure him. 

Tony's watching us intently, his dick already hard again. "Well, you two, I've got a slight problem here," he laughs and glances at his erection. 

Benji and I remain on all fours, watching as Tony strokes himself with painfully slow and sensual strokes. 

"I can take care of that," Benji grins and crawls over to Tony. "That's NOT a problem!"

I watch as Benji bobs his head and licks like a cat. Tony's grin widens as Benji's lips close over his cock. 

"You two are whores," I laugh. 

Tony grins at me. "Yes, we are!"

"Mmmhmm," is all Benji can offer, his mouth closed entirely over Tony's length. He bobs for several minutes, until Tony shifts underneath him and signals that his orgasm is about to hit. 

"Oh fuck," Tony growls in a hoarse whisper as he cums onto Benji's lips.

Benji reaches the tip of his tongue out, and slowly wipes away all evidence of Tony's release. I watch awestruck, eventually reaching for Benji and pulling him closer to me. Close enough to kiss. 

"Let me help you with that," I offer, flicking my tongue across his lips and tasting Tony.

"Fuck," Tony laughs from underneath us. "You two are nasty!"

"And you're our inspiration," Benji winked. 

We glanced at each other, and began to laugh heartily. 

"That was...." Benji sighed, laying next to me.

"Amazing?" Tony asked, laying to my left.

"Definitely," I grinned. "It was like a dream."

"No," came a familiar voice from inside the room somewhere, "That was like a fucking porno!"

"Billy?" I asked, realizing that he had been in the room the entire time. What a show we'd given him!

"That was triple-x live in the flesh," he grinned, standing over us, staring down at me lodged between the two guys. "And YOU," he laughed, "You're just...."

"Beautiful?" Benji asked. 

"Perfect!" Tony smiled.

"I was thinking more along the lines of.....insane?" Billy winked.

"You're just jealous," I smiled up at him. "Cause you weren't included!"

"Damn straight," he nodded. 

"Aww, poor Billy," Benji grinned. "He didn't get his dick sucked!"

"He didn't even get to suck a dick," Tony laughed.

"Poor baby," I chided. 



Everything



Everything always came easy for me. Genetics gave me my looks, strength, abilities and intelligence. By the time I was ten, I'd already figured out what I was good at. I'd try new things for the challenge, but if I wasn't getting them or failed, I wouldn't try again. It wasn't out of any sense of fear or failure, but if I wasn't good at them, why bother. Basically, my life was easy.

I met Byron in school. His life wasn't easy. When he came into class in the third grade, he was shy and awkward. It wouldn't have been so bad, except he was a big guy. Even at nine, he was tall and gangly. He couldn't hide. Whereas I learned all new things with ease, Byron struggled. Dyslexia was something new at the time. No one had any idea what it was.

As the years went by, Byron seemed to stay in the wings, on the periphery of activity. I was this popular guy who had many friends. Byron spent his summers traveling with his parents. It was as if he didn't know how to interact with children, having spent all his time with adults and being an only child. Of course, children, being the cruel, spiteful, hateful people that they can be, treated Byron horribly. I was no different.

No matter how badly he was treated, Byron always had this shy, quiet smile. He was observant. He'd overhear conversations and laugh or smile at what he'd heard. He knew what was going on around him. More than once I would catch him listening in, enjoying the jokes. Unless directly spoken to though, he was alone. Recess is this fun, energetic time to burn off energy. Byron always had a book or would sit under a tree and watch. I was into kickball or some other game. No one thought to include him with us.

As the years passed and we left elementary school and went to junior high, Byron's life got worse. His body seemed to rebel. He started growing. I mean, he was always tall, but this was worse. Between sixth and seventh grade, Byron's voice changed and he grew almost fifteen inches. He stuck out like a sore thumb. This shy, quiet boy was now the tallest kid in the entire school. Like most people who grow a lot, he became clumsy. Watching him, you could tell how frustrated he was. While he was at lunch, he'd drop his fork at least three or four times each meal. He tripped over his shoes. He'd drop his books. It was nothing more than his amazing growth spurt. All this time, I doubt I'd spoken more than ten words to him in the four years I'd known him.

When we got back to school for the eighth grade year, Byron was even taller. He was standing at six-four. No one knew it until later, but he was shaving each morning. Now in this time, I had grown too. My voice was deeper and my body was maturing. I seemed to have topped out at the above average height of five-eleven. I started playing sports that year; I got really into football and baseball. Byron was still the shy, quiet guy in the corner that no one picked for any team until he was the last one. We all saw how clumsy he was.

By the start of freshman year, Byron was topping out at six-eight. That year, we started high school; all new teachers with all new rules. Fifth period, Byron and I were in the same PE class. We're out on the field, doing sprints. Byron wore sweats and a sweatshirt. It was still summer-like weather. He must have been sweltering. I did notice that he wasn't so awkward anymore. He also wasn't as gawky or gangly. He was starting to fill out.

In the new school, PE coaches required us to shower. There was no choice in the matter. Byron didn't look overly pleased, but he started to take off his clothes. The guy had hairy damn legs. He stood there in his sweatshirt and briefs and he was so damn hairy. Then he took off his sweatshirt and tee. He had more hair on his chest than any of the seniors who were starting to get hairy. Hell, he had more hair then the coaches. He immediately came under the scrutiny of the seniors. This was a freshman. No one is supposed to be this hairy this young. Byron was touched and pretty much felt up. He took it like he did most things, embarrassed but not saying anything.

The fascination was starting to die out, to the point that he could go and shower. It would have died out completely, if he hadn't taken off his underwear. Byron was uncut and longer than average. Most of the students were both average and cut, so they all had to look at Byron's foreskin. If it was any other person but Byron, I'm sure he would have left school that day and never come back. He was mortified. We weren't friends, we were barely acquaintances, but I finally had had enough. I stood up from untying my shoes and stepped in front of Byron. "Come on guys, leave him alone. Stop being jealous."

Okay, so it wasn't the best thing to say but it did get them to leave Byron alone so he could shower. I finished undressing and followed him. He stood under the spray, bent down to accommodate his height, letting the water pound into his still heated cheeks. When I turned on the shower next to him, he looked over. He gave me one of his genuine smiles, the one I had seen him give a few times over the years. "Thanks."

I stood under the shower, watching Byron. He was tall, so very tall. But his body was catching up to his growth spurt. His body was muscular. He was still underweight and gawky, but you could tell that once given some time, he'd fill out and grow into his body. He caught me staring at him. I wasn't embarrassed, but I decided to fill the awkward space. "You should try out next year on the football team. If you were stronger, you'd make an incredible center."

Byron kind of chuckled, as if unsure of what I was saying or why I was saying it. "Sure. I'll keep that in mind."

I left the shower shortly after, got dressed and went to class. Byron and I still didn't talk that often, but he'd nod to me if he passed me in the hall. The next semester, he signed up for the weightlifting class. He started out slow and small, but by the end of the semester, what had been toned but underdeveloped was cut and buffed out. When we broke for summer, Byron had gotten the okay from the football coach to come to tryouts. In a way, I felt responsible, but in a good way.

The first week in August was hot, humid, and all around miserable. The seventy odd guys turning out for football were all standing around, listless and droopy from the heat. Not Byron though. He stood out like the giant he was. He had hopefully finished growing at six-ten. When we were all weighed, he tipped the scales at two-fifty. I was still my same five-eleven, roughly one-eighty. I didn't mind. The man's height and size would make him an excellent center, one I wouldn't mind quarterbacking behind. 

Needless to say we both got on the junior varsity team. Byron and I learned a lot that year. We learned to work as a team. We talked and shared, it took a long time to get past his shields, but once he started, he let me in, as much as he ever let anyone in. We worked so well together. He seemed to know what I was doing before I did. No one got past him. It got to the point where I forgot how to take a hit. We were undefeated and both guaranteed a first string spot the following fall once the outgoing seniors graduated.

Byron was still so damn shy though. I invited him to a party. He went, but didn't talk to anyone. Oh if someone came up to him, he talked to them, but he didn't make any move to mingle. I spotted him several times, looking at me. This wasn't his scene. The fact that he came here because I asked him really got to me. He didn't want to be here, but he came anyway. 

Later on, I noticed Veronica Sampson corner Byron and do her shameless flirt routine. Yeah, I fell for it too. She was my first, the one that started me on my road of sexual discovery and fulfillment. In fact, Veronica really set my pace. She liked it fast and hard, not too much of either, but if it lasted more than ten minutes, she was bored. Looking back now, I can understand why I spent so many nights screwing then saying goodbye in the morning, never to look back. Your first time really sets the tone and pace of your future endeavors, especially if you're a self-assured, egomaniac like me.

Veronica and Byron stepped out onto the balcony. I continued to finish off my beer and was talking to one of the senior cheerleaders when I noticed Veronica come back inside, looking a bit flustered. I wondered what it was all about, so I excused myself and headed outside. Byron was standing, leaning against the rail. When I stepped out and shut the sliding glass door he turned to me and smiled. "Hell of a night, isn't it Byron."

He laughed. "You have no idea Luke. None whatsoever."

"That bad?"

Byron stood and turned to me. His shirt's top two buttons were undone and he had some lipstick on his lip. He rested his hip against the rail as he looked at me. When he spoke, it was quietly. I was always amazed when he'd talk like this, because his voice was rather deep, but when he'd get quiet, it was like smooth silk against my nerves. "Veronica wanted to induct me into her club. I don't play that way."

My eyes tracked to his. Byron was looking slightly anxious, mostly nervous, and as if he was hoping I'd get something without him having to say it. He needn't have worried. I got it. He was gay. "If you ever get any grief from the team, you let me know."

He half laughed, half choked. "Thanks."

That seemed to be the end of it. Byron wasn't openly gay. He didn't date and kept to himself. He'd continue to go to parties if I asked, but he didn't become any less of a wallflower. I guess he didn't have anything in common. He didn't jump into the sack with willing cheerleaders and he wasn't into drinking. That left little to build upon.

Junior year started and we took first in state, the winning team of Byron and Luke. Senior year was much the same, our names in the paper and offers of scholarships for the both of us. Since we worked so well as a team on field and had become relatively good friends off, we sat down and worked out which of the schools we would accept. We settled on the University of Washington.

College was a different beast for the both of us. Byron still struggled with his dyslexia; his grades in high school only slightly less than mine. But where I only did my homework in a few minutes, Byron took hours to do his. We ended up rooming together as freshmen. Since he spent so much time studying, it was difficult for me to do as much entertaining, as I would have liked. I didn't want to affect his studies, but I also had a very healthy sex and social life. We worked out a schedule; Byron could have the room for as long as he wanted, provided that on weekends, I got it. I used it too. I found out how different the women were in college. Intelligent, freethinking women, not timid, shy girls. It was during one weekend that I had my first encounter with a man.

In college, I didn't do drugs or smoke, I drank, but only when off-season. I met this guy, a therapist in the athletic department, at a party. I had had several drinks and we ended up back at his place. The idea of two men in bed together didn't gross me out and before that night, it hadn't turned me on either. It was with his help that I discovered my bisexual side. We kissed a little. We touched a lot. There was some stroking, some sucking, and when the mood was right, a condom slipped over me and there was some serious fucking. I never told Byron though. For some reason, this was one thing I couldn't discuss with him. Which is odd, because I almost always told him about my female conquests.

Byron didn't have conquests to tell me about. He'd go off for the evening, often not coming home until morning. But whatever he did or didn't do, stayed with him. Looking back, I realize now how lonely he was. His family had packed up and moved to California shortly after we started university. He didn't make friends easily. He didn't party and he didn't sleep around. I think I was feeling sorry for him, but when it came pledge time for the football fraternity, I asked him to join me. He did. I don't know how he studied with all the drinking and loud music going on, but his grades didn't falter. In fact, he probably had more time for studying now that he no longer shared a room. I know I sure liked it. I had almost a constant stream of sleepover guests for all of my sophomore year.

During our junior year, we made it to the Orange Bowl and took tenth for the year. Our goal for next year was the Rose Bowl and first. It was about March of that year that I woke up one morning and wondered what the hell I was doing. There was some girl sprawled over my chest, cuddled up against me. I didn't know her name. Thinking back, the sex hadn't been that good. In fact, the last few months, none of the easy, nameless one-night stands had been very satisfying. Perhaps I was growing up. Perhaps I was bored. That night, I met up with a guy; the third I'd ever been with, thinking that variety is what I needed. It didn't work.

For the rest of that year, I stayed alone. I reintroduced my right hand to my penis and spent more time studying, hanging out with friends, and basically not trying to nail anything on two legs with a pulse. Byron and I ended up sharing a lot of dinners together. Dinner was the only time when Byron broke away from his studies. He worked so hard to overcome his dyslexia. There was special training to help, but if he was the slightest bit stressed or tired, it would set him back. One night, when his midterms were going to be killing him, I sat and read his notes back to him. He needed to not have to read. He was so grateful. I found in Byron something I didn't have before: companionship.

During the summer break before our senior year, I met Jenny. I decided to stay on campus so I could take a lighter class load during the season. Jenny was this bright, smart woman. She was confident and strong. Basically, I felt something in that moment, something that I had never felt before. We went out, to the movies of all things. That night, when I took her home, I didn't even try to come inside her place. We just kissed. It wasn't until we had been seeing each other for almost a month before we slept together. There was something special about it. For once, my mind wasn't focused, I wasn't thinking. All I did was feel, physically and emotionally. For someone who had spent his life being callow and popular, this was earth shattering. Without even thinking, I asked her to marry me. When she said yes, I spent the next two weeks with the biggest grin on my face.

At the beginning of August, we started training for the upcoming football season. Byron came back from his summer with his parents in California, tanned and smiling, gripping me up in a big bear hug, lifting me off the ground. He always greeted me like that, whenever we had been separated for a while. We spent the first few minutes, while suiting up, telling each other what had happened over the summer. I was still in that bubbly excited mode and told him about Jenny and how we planned on getting married.

Byron paused in tying his shoes. I looked up at him. He smiled at me, something less than his full-wattage smile. "Congratulations, Luke."

We didn't have much time to discuss it. In fact, we really never brought it up again. We went out to practice. We played hard, working with the new players and shoring up the holes left by the now departed seniors from last season. By the time we had our first game, I was totally focused on football. Any spare time at all went to Jenny.

By Thanksgiving, I was more often than not at Jenny's place. It was the perfect setup but for one thing. I missed Byron. Over the years, he had become my best friend, the most trusted person, and my confidant. Over the weeks between August and Thanksgiving, the three of us had gotten together a few times for dinner. But it wasn't the same. Jenny and I were wonderful together; we clicked, just as Byron and I clicked together. But the three of us didn't click. They were polite to each other. It hurt. I wanted the two people I cared for most to care for each other. I didn't want to give up one in order to have the other.

The season went just as predicted; we were going to the Rose Bowl. We were tied for first, but that could easily be swayed by a good victory. Byron left as soon as finals were over. Pasadena is close to where his parents lived. The parade before the game was beautiful as always. We were behind by five with only a few seconds left to play. A field goal wouldn't do it. Byron and I had worked out a play in high school, although we never got a chance to use it. This was the time.

We set up, Byron holding the ball, me standing behind him. I called the play. Byron snapped the ball perfectly into my hands. The roar of the fans faded. Time slowed to nothing. Byron fended off the three who came for me, knocking them to the ground. It was a simple play. I tossed the ball to Byron and he leapt over two fallen players and didn't stop running until he had crossed the line. Goal. We won. 

When the game was over, the showers taken, and the rounds with the press, I realized that I didn't want to board the bus for the flight home. I was too pumped, too wired, and much too disinterested in waiting at home for classes to start again and Jenny to return from Wisconsin. Rushing to do it, I found Byron and asked if I could bunk with him until it was time to go back to Seattle. He enthusiastically agreed and we set off down the coast a bit to Huntington Beach. His parents were there and greeted us to a victory dinner and a bit of champagne. Byron and I were both beat and shortly after the last toast was drunk, I hit the sack. Byron stayed up a little longer because his parents were leaving early the next morning for Mexico and a little twenty-fifth anniversary celebration.

The next day, I slept in late, until almost noon. Because this wasn't my home, I threw on some shorts before heading down for some coffee. I found Byron sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup and staring off into space with a silly smile on his lips. I almost didn't want to interrupt him. It had been far too long since I had seen him smile. But my need for coffee won out. "Reliving that play, By?"

Byron turned his startled eyes to me and gaped at my mostly naked appearance. He seemed to stare at my chest. I looked down, wondering if I had blanket creases on it. Nope, same old chest with the over-responsive nipples that always seemed to be standing at attention. I brushed a piece of lint out of the hair trail around my belly button, the only spot with hair from crotch to chin, and looked back at Byron. Color tinted his cheeks and he looked away. "Good morning, Luke."

I walked over to the coffee pot and reached up in the cabinet to get a mug; my morning wood banged into the counter. So that was what Byron was staring at. We had seen each other naked practically every day since we were freshmen in high school. My half naked body shouldn't have sparked that kind of response from Byron, but it did. I knew he was gay, but he'd never shown the slightest bit of interest in me before. Of course, he had no idea that I had explored my bi side either. As the first slugs of caffeine hit my system, I turned around to face Byron. He was still blushing and I could tell that he'd been looking at my ass. A little curl of excitement began to build in my belly.

I stood there and thought about it for perhaps a few seconds then decided that I kind of liked the idea that Byron was attracted to me. The man stood almost a foot taller than me, but I had always found his gentle smile, warm eyes, and yes, his hairy body, attractive. I decided I would let things progress at its own pace and left to shower. Okay, so I left the bathroom door open while I showered. Yes, I left the bathroom and walked the halls naked. I was playing with fire, but my cock stood half-hard from the moment I noticed Byron checking me out.




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You're probably wondering about Jenny. To be truthful, I didn't think about her one bit from the moment I woke up. That simple moment in the kitchen, when I realized that my best friend was attracted to me, made every other thought fly out of my head. Playing coy wasn't my style. I don't even think Byron came upstairs. Once I'd made up my mind, I was going to see it through. I slipped on a pair of simple briefs and walked back downstairs. 

I found Byron leaning practically in half washing the coffee mugs. His ass was sticking out. That's all the invitation I needed as I walked up behind him, clamped my arms around his chest, and rubbed my mostly hard prick into his ass. Byron jumped up, sloshing water and suds onto his shirt and my arms. He turned around and I only stepped back enough to be able to tilt my head so I could look at his face.

"Wh-What are you doing?"

I grinned at him, letting my inner-Devil out. "We have two options: I can fuck you here on the floor, or we can take pity on my knees and go upstairs."

Byron stuttered and made fish faces for a few seconds. God he was cute. Why did I never notice it before? "But... But you're straight!"

I chuckled. "Both sides of the coin spend with me." He actually grinned, full wattage. He was mine. "So what'll it be, By?"

Byron let his own devil out to play. "What would you say if told you I don't give a shit about my knees and I want to fuck YOU right here?"

The thought made my pulse speed up and my cock twitch. I had never been a receiver... God, what a bad pun. But the idea had me intrigued. "How about we save that for round two?"

Byron swallowed hard and leaned down to kiss me. I didn't really kiss guys, I fucked them or even sucked their dicks, but kissing was kind of intimate. But this was good. This felt good, the pressure of his lips against mine and the soft moan he made when I opened my mouth and flicked his lip with my tongue. I groaned when Byron moved his hands down my back, into my underwear, and grabbed my ass, pulling me against him. My cock crushed against his thigh, I could feel his hard on against my belly. I pulled away to look at him. "Are you sure you don't want to go upstairs?"

Byron's eyes were glazed and he had to shake his head before he could speak. "I'm going upstairs, but I don't want you to change your mind on the way up."

My voice choked out. "I won't be changing my mind, By."

His breath came in pants against my face, his eyes searching, searing me with their intensity. I had never seen Byron look like this before. It was both thrilling and daunting. I wondered what he was thinking but had no chance to find out. His body arched against mine and he dragged me towards the stairs. 

We made a mad dash towards his bedroom, me ripping off his clothes, laughing as he hopped to take off his shoes with his jeans around his ankles. When I pulled his T-shirt off him, I couldn't help but stare at his chest. The man was a walking carpet of dark, crinkly fur. He was still struggling with his shoes. My hand reached out and touched against his abdomen, just below his solar plexus. His whole body seemed to shake from my touch. I ran my fingers up, through the dense pelt until I reached his neck. I looked up into his eyes, feeling him pant down at me.

"You've never touched me before, Luke." The wonder in his eyes made me realize he was right. I sort of chuckled when I thought about it.

"You were always wearing a shirt, By. Unless we were in the showers, you always had clothes on."

Byron toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. We stood facing each other, both of us in our very tented briefs. "I'm not wearing anything now."

I chuckled and jumped up, wrapping my legs around Byron's waist and my arms around his neck. "Then what are we waiting for?"

He playfully bit at my nose. "Not a thing."

The next few seconds were a blur of motion as Byron landed on his king size bed with me pinned under him, my arms and legs still wrapped around him. He stared into my eyes, grinning. Then the grin started to fade and his breathing grew ragged. I could feel my smile start to go away too, this was serious. I wanted to roll us over, take control. But Byron had other thoughts on his mind. He grabbed my hands from around his neck and lifted them above my head, pinning them in one of his huge hands. He used that arm to lever himself up and then perused me with his eyes. 

When his eyes once again met mine, he lowered his body against me and began a long, slow, torturous assault on my body with his hands, lips and tongue. Every square inch of my skin that he brushed with some part of his became electrified. I had never spent so long with the basics of foreplay before. Looking into Byron's eyes though, the raw need and longing in them, made me stay my body and let him explore me. After a few minutes, I realized that I had never been cherished before, and to my chagrin, realized I hadn't done much cherishing of my partners either. My body strummed with pleasure and I was surprised at how close I was to the edge, just from his innocent, simple exploration.

He spent countless minutes on my chest, laving my nipples. He found endless delight in my belly button. I had never considered my fingers as particularly erotic, but having Byron suck on each one made my whole body shake. As he moved lower on my body, I felt how thick and hard he was as he slid his rigid flesh against my leg. I was so close to the edge, whimpering and keening in moans of absolute pleasure, that when Byron flicked me with his tongue, it took all of my willpower not to cum. My body arched off the bed entirely when he engulfed my rigid cock in his mouth and sucked once, tentatively. I lost my battle with control, crying out as I pulsed into his mouth over and over again.

Byron crawled up my body, kissing and flicking his tongue against my skin, causing small aftershocks to burst out and make my body tremble. When he was facing me, he smacked his lips a few times, savoring what he had tasted. I felt my heat flush with embarrassment. He giggled, which he hardly ever did, then lowered and took my lips, sharing my flavor with me.

When he pulled back to look at me, with a silly grin on his face, I couldn't help it and laughed. "Um... sorry?"

His chuckle was deep and throaty. "For what?"

I rolled my eyes and felt my face heat even more. "Would you believe that that's never happened to me before?"

His smile was full of compassion and warmth. "Yeah, I would. But that's okay, Luke."

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

He shifted so that he straddled my thigh. I felt his thick cock, not so hard anymore and a seeping wetness that immediately made me hard again. "So I'm not the only one with a hair trigger today?"

His grin was embarrassed and sweet. "No. Definitely not."

Even though his admission made me feel better about blasting off so quickly, the whole experience left me shaken. In all my varied sexual encounters, I had always been in charge. Byron's taking of control, although more pleasurable than I could ever say, left me kind of feeling lost and disoriented. I quickly remedied that by rolling him to his back, yanking his soaking briefs from him, and lifting his legs up, so I could play with his ass, getting him ready for what was to come.

After mere moments, Byron was gaping open and I was moving my tongue inside him, tasting his musky flavor. I replaced my mouth with my fingers, prying him open, twisting and testing him. Within a couple more minutes, Byron was ready. I raised my body up, skimming against his belly with my hands, nipping at his skin with my lips and teeth. When I got to his face, he was trembling.

"What's wrong, By?"

He shrugged his shoulders and looked away. "Why do you think something's wrong?"

I grabbed his chin and turned him to face me. "You're shaking, By."

His face tinted bright red. "I've never done this before."

Shock flooded me and I could feel my eyebrows arch. "But... You've been with guys before? Dated, haven't you?"

He looked uncomfortable. "Sure, I dated. I even fooled around a bit. But nothing like this. Not even close."

I lowered my forehead to his. "Do you want to stop?"

He shook his head under mine. "No. I'm just nervous."

I lowered and took his lips with mine. After we parted, I looked deeply in his eyes, never having realized until then how badly I wanted this. "Don't be nervous By. I won't hurt you."

He ran his hands down my back, cupping my ass, causing me to arch my body against his. "I know, Luke."

Byron reached out with his long arm to his bedside table, opened the drawer, and handed me a box of condoms. I recognized them immediately, as a gag gift I had given him for his birthday in August. They were flavored and colored to be of a 'festive' nature. I started laughing but ripped the package open and grabbed one. It turned out to be bright purple and grape flavored. I handed it to him and told him to put it on me. As the rubber unrolled along my length, I shuddered as he clumsily squeezed me to get it on me. When it was done, I moved between his legs and pressed against him gently, so he could get used to my feel.

After some serious stroking along the length of his crack, his whimpers grew louder and I began to tease his hole a bit, pressing against him, and then withdrawing. Byron must have become impatient with me because he grabbed my hips and pulled me deep inside him. I shuddered and cried out from the feel of his body grasping me, milking against me as he made room for my invasion. When his body had finished adjusting to me, I began to move. Slow, long strokes at first, building quickly to short, hard ones that were causing Byron to gasp and me to moan loudly. The end was coming upon me, and this being his first time, I wanted Byron to trip with me. I reached out and fisted his long, thick cock, stroking it in time to my hips. It amazed me, the feel of his uncut length in my palm. It was something akin to rubbing silk against a column of steal. He felt so good in my hand that I almost lost the rhythm of my thrusting and simply concentrated on his own pleasure. I said almost. I continued to pound into him.

I kept a stranglehold on my own release, thinking of anything but sex to hold off the end, the wonderful, pulsing, spiraling sensations building inside me. When I felt Byron thicken and pulse in my hand, and watched his release catch in his body hair, I let my control go, only to explode in a release so intense, I nearly blacked out from it. My body quaked and shook as I came hard, filling the latex surrounding me, crying out my pleasure, staring into Byron's eyes, and seeing something there that I didn't understand, but could feel deep inside me. 

After the world began to right itself again, I collapsed against Byron, only to have him wrap his arms around me and again treat me like a treasure, a prize, and a truly wonderful gift that had to be appreciated. He did it with soft murmurs and gentle kisses pressed against my damp skin. Within moments I was asleep, slipping into a slumber so deep and content, I had never felt its equal before. When we awoke, some unknown time later, I found myself wrapped around Byron's body, holding him just as fiercely as he had held me. A gentle, shy kiss was my hello. A deep, hungry kiss was my reply back.

The next two days were spent exploring this untapped attraction, this incredible connection. My best friend had become my lover. At the time, I realized that this was more than I had ever known before. It was more passionate, more satisfying, and more rewarding than anything else I had previously experienced. On January 5th, we had to go home and return to our lives. As we left his parent's house, I began to realize that this idyll had been just that, a moment out of time.

On the plane ride home, although we sat close together, I couldn't have been further away mentally. Thoughts of Jenny filled my mind and for the first time in my life, I began to feel guilt. My commitments had always meant a great deal to me, I didn't make them unless I planned to keep them, and I had made one to her. Like I had said before, everything always came easy to me, and things that didn't, I gave up as being unimportant. This situation, I could already tell, wasn't going to be easy to solve.

By the time we arrived in Seattle, Byron had started to withdraw from me. His eyes looked sad and guarded. After trying to engage me in conversation during the flight and my mostly ignoring him, I could tell that Byron had started going back into his shell. The truth was, I had no idea what he had gotten from the past few days. We grabbed our bags and shared a cab back to campus. Once there, Byron bounded up the stairs to his room. I followed more slowly, trying to decide what it was I really wanted. 

I went to my bedroom and unpacked, all the while thinking hard on my dilemma. After nearly an hour, I decided I couldn't make a decision until I knew what Byron was feeling. I walked down the hall and knocked on his door. When he opened to let me in, I recognized what I was seeing. His expression was the same that first day of school, all those years ago: shy, quiet, and protected. 

"Hey, By."

He could never not smile when I called him By. It was his nickname that I had given him. "Hi, Luke."

I opened my mouth to flat out ask him, but my vocal cords froze. I couldn't ask. I was more shocked than anything. So I scrambled to find something, anything to say. "We never got that chance to switch, did we?" I tried to put some bravado into it, but I doubt it was successful. For the first time in my life, I knew what diffidence felt like.

Byron simply shook his head and chuckled. "Forget about it, Luke. It doesn't matter."

It was what I wanted, wasn't it? Then why did I feel like he had just shredded my heart? "By, don't be that way."

He laughed, but there was little humor in it. "Luke. We took some time and got to know each other better. But that time is over. We had fun. Let's just remember that. Okay?"

I felt him slipping away; somehow I knew that if I fucked this up, our friendship would be forever altered. "I don't want the fun to end. I'm not sure what I want yet, but I know I don't want it to be over."

I heard Byron do something I had hardly ever heard before. He cursed, loudly. Then he grabbed me up and wrapped his arms around me, dropping his forehead to mine. "Damn it, Luke. I'm trying to be noble here."

I raised my head and kissed him. "Don't be."

After some more kissing, he pulled me towards his bed, but I balked. "My bed's bigger. Let's go."

We made our way down the hall, going into my room and peeling clothes as we went. I landed on the bed with Byron following me, pressing me into the mattress. His heavier weight and hairy body were welcome and comforting against me. Without thinking, my legs wrapped up against his hips as I tilted up to kiss him again. I reached over into my bedside table and grabbed a condom, laughing because it wasn't purple or green. Byron looked down at me, grinning. 

I rolled us over, so I was straddling his hips, tearing open the condom packet and rolling it down him. Grabbing my jerk off lube stash, I drenched his latex covered cock and smeared some against my hole, fingering myself lightly before raising to take him inside me. My cock was throbbing, so hard it was almost bursting. As I slid down his shaft, I felt a tearing pain that went away almost before I could gasp and sank down to the hilt. Byron moaned heavily and flexed the thick, long tube of flesh inside me, brushing my button and I cried out from it, cumming instantly against his belly, watching as my thick essence drenched his belly, catching in the thick fur.

I was still trembling, staring into Byron's eyes, which were filled with wonder. I lowered my hands to brace against his thick, meaty chest, fisting the hair and grinding his nipples under my palms when I heard a gasp from behind me. I whirled around to see Jenny standing in the doorway, shock evident in her eyes. Frozen in place, I watched as her eyes filled with tears. She blinked hard three times, and then fled.

My desire fled and my cock deflated. Shock and remorse filled me. I didn't know what to do, until I heard a sob as she ran for the stairs. It made me move. I stood and grabbed my jeans, slipping into them and heading for the door. Something made me look back to Byron. He had sat up and his face was turned from me. I watched as he ripped the condom off. I didn't stay any longer and ran after Jenny.

When I got back the following morning, all I wanted to do was sleep, but that was impossible, since it was the first day of classes. I faked my way through them and then crashed the moment I got back. I had spent the entire night talking to Jenny, telling her how I felt and why she had walked in on what she had seen. I was as honest as I knew how to be, letting her know about my past, who I had been with and that the moment with Byron was something that neither of us had been aware of. Basically, after several hours of groveling, our relationship was strained, but still intact. The wedding would still be in June. Of course, I hadn't thought once about Byron or his feelings in all this.

To say that Byron and I hardly saw each other that week would be an understatement. We didn't see each other once. The NFL Draft was coming up soon, plus all my studies, basically turned me into a hermit. I barely had time for Jenny, let alone my best friend. When the draft announcements were being announced, I was shocked to find out that Byron wasn't there. After searching for him for almost three hours, I found him in the library. It was the first time I'd seen him since the night we came home from California. He hadn't shaved in a while and his clothes looked slept in.

I walked up to his chair and stood by for a few moments, watching him. "Hello, By."

He looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes, either from lack of sleep or too much reading. "Luke."

I knelt down so I could look him in the eye. "What about the draft? Why'd you withdraw your name?"

He chuckled a bit, but like that night when we were caught, there was no humor in it. "I don't want to play football for the rest of my life, Luke."

"But we're a team, By."

His smile was so sad. "There is no guarantee that we'd end up together on the same team. Besides, I want to be a vet, and I don't want to wait until after my football career is over."

I felt my best friend slipping away from me, faster than I could handle. "But, By..."

He reached out and cupped my face with his big hand; tenderness swamping his gaze. "You'll do well without me."

I lowered my face; I couldn't face his warm gaze. After a few moments, he tilted my head up to look at him. "I'm still best man at your wedding right?"

I tried to smile, but failed. "There's no one else I'd have stand up for me."

He moved forward and kissed the tip of my nose, his eyes dark and stormy with some emotion I couldn't recognize. "I'll be there, always. Whenever you really need me, I'll be there for you."

My smile was sad, but true. "Promise?"

Byron only nodded at me. After a few more silent moments, I stood and left him to his studies. I was drafted first round. The rest of the school year went by in a rush of excitement and wedding plans. It took time, but Jenny and I eventually put the whole incident behind us. Well, honestly, I think she pretended to. I know I was still having a hard time forgetting it.

On June 16th, Jenny and I were married, with Byron standing as my best man. I had two weeks to honeymoon before reporting to training. As we were getting ready to leave, just before the final toasts, I saw Jenny and Byron talking. The words seemed to get heated for a moment, but then they both split and walked away. A few minutes later, Byron called for attention and toasted us.




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"I'm not very good at these things, but I couldn't just hide and not say something. My best friend got married today. I'm gonna miss you both. May you have many happy days to come." His eyes filled with tears and whatever else he was going to say he either wouldn't or couldn't. "To the bride and groom."

I watched as he downed his glass of champagne. I took a sip of my own, feeling in the pit of my stomach that something had truly changed in the last few moments. As to what, I had no clue though. Jenny and I left a few minutes later and began our honeymoon. When we got back, Jenny searched for a house close to the university so she could continue her studies and I went off for training camp. 

The first season, we did okay. The team had a winning season and we got eliminated in the first round of the playoffs. I was gone for pretty much six to eight months out of the year. I should have noticed what was wrong earlier, but I was blind. Jenny dropped out after the winter quarter, because she wanted to spend more time with me. The second season, we made it to the Super Bowl but lost. Jenny started spending money like mad. During the third season, we won the Super Bowl and my contract was renewed for an obscene amount of money. Jenny was happy, although I can't really say that I was.

Our relationship wasn't that much more than when we first started going out. We had sex. That was the one thing we did well together. But we had so little to talk about. Before the start of the fourth season, we were like two strangers living in the same house, occasionally sleeping together. It was right after the second game of my fourth professional season that I found out about the affair. The entire time, I hadn't heard one word from Byron. When I had downtime or during the off-season, I'd call him and we'd talk, but he never initiated it. My best friend was slipping away, and I now needed him more than ever.

In the final regular season game of my fourth season, after snapping the ball, the center got crunched and three guys came after me. The first I eluded. The second grabbed me and I landed, hard. My back popped and caused me to lose my breath. When the third guy landed on the two of us, I heard my back crack. After the refs called time, I realized I couldn't move. All I remember for the next two hours was watching the view I had from flat on my back on a stretcher, first in the locker room, then in the hospital.

When all was said and done, the pop dislocated my back and the crack was my spinal cord being severed. There was a surgery to repair the broken vertebra, but nothing else could be done. It wasn't until the swelling had gone down that they knew the extent of my paralysis. Through all of this, I was numb to it all. This couldn't be happening to me. It was with a supreme sense of detachment that I recuperated.

After nine days, I could start feeling a little lower than my back. There was that sharp tingling feeling you get when your foot is asleep and it was mid-thigh. Hope blossomed inside me, that perhaps I wouldn't be confined to the damn wheelchair I was in. Perhaps it was wrong and I could walk again, run again, and play again. Two weeks later, my hope was smashed. The tingling subsided at mid thigh. From that point and down in both legs, I was nerve dead. My feet and knees were useless.

Jenny sat by me, while the doctors told me the news. I kept the tears at bay the entire time the doctor was there, knowing that I only had to be strong until he left, because Jenny could handle it. After the doctor left, I turned to my wife and reached out my hand to her. She didn't take it.

"I don't think I can do this Luke."

The lump in my throat only got bigger, making my voice hoarse and scratchy. "What?"

"This isn't the right time, but I can't do this any longer. I'm so sorry, but I want a divorce."

To say that I lost my mind a bit at that moment would be an understatement. All I really know is that I screamed and yelled at Jenny for a good ten minutes and then threw things at her. Eventually, the hospital staff came and sedated me. Whether I was sedated or not, my life was a world of sleeping and fitful periods of wakefulness that seemed to be filled in shades of gray. After rehab was done, and my divorce final, I found myself alone, living in a condo in Seattle that was handicap accessible. 

The divorce decree as well as my contract payout left me with about six million dollars to my name, but I was still alone. After three months of living in Seattle, on my own, I lost the will to leave my home. Dishes piled up in the sink. Laundry wasn't a concern; I'd wear the same clothes over and over again. To say I was depressed would be an understatement. I stopped going to therapy, physical or mental. I just didn't care anymore. My every waking thought was about how unfair my life was. 'Why me' was an almost constant refrain that would run through my head over and over again.

I wouldn't answer my phone, not wanting to talk to anybody, but when the phone calls stopped coming, I got even more depressed. Deep down, I know I was doing this to myself. I was powerless to stop the spiral into darkness though. My mind was my worst enemy, but I wouldn't let anyone try and distract me. It was in the middle of April, when the skies started clearing and the temperature rising, sitting on my balcony, and watching the boats in Eliot Bay float by where Byron found me.

In my heart, I was so happy to see him, but my mind wasn't operating right. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He smiled his small, shy smile at me, which made me angry. "Your mom gave me a key." He smiled at me; the spark of sadness in his eyes was strong and made me angry, hating his pity. "I'm keeping my promise."

For a moment, I couldn't figure out what he meant, and then I remembered his promise in the library. "Where were you last year when I found out my wife was cheating on me? Why weren't you at the hospital? Where was your promise then?" His smile faded a bit, just around the eyes. "I didn't know Jenny cheated on you. I'm sorry about that." He walked around me, to lean on the balcony railing. "As to why I wasn't at the hospital... I was keeping another promise I made."

My anger was seething. Watching him, standing there, so perfect, so tall and powerful, made me so jealous I could hardly breathe. "What promise?"

He looked anywhere but in my eyes. "The promise I made to your wife."

Now I was jealous, angry, and confused. "What promise did you make to Jenny?"

He looked in my eyes then, letting me see that it hurt to say what he was going to say. "She made me promise to never see you or talk to you again unless you called me."

What little vestiges of the love I had once felt for Jenny died right then. Of all the people and things I had given up for her, my best friend shouldn't have been one of them. The sacrifices I didn't mind, but she had no right to ask that of others. "Why would you possibly agree to something like that?"

He cocked his mouth in a half-smile. "She was worried about the competition."

Self-pity washed away everything else I was feeling. "She's taken everything away from me now."

Byron leaned over me, pinning me to my chair, and I didn't like the feeling. "You have a lot, Luke. More than a lot of people have. You're alive. You have money, a roof over your head, and people who love and care about you."

Scorn filled my voice, I was horrified at how bitter I was, but it was there nonetheless. "Fat lot of good that does me."

Byron grabbed a glass that I had been sipping scotch out of and threw it against the wall, startling me. "Everything has come so fucking easy for you in your life! When have you ever had to struggle? When did you ever have to try? The first obstacle that comes up and you turn tail and cower like this? How dare you!" He started pacing back and forth in front of me, more furious than I had ever seen him. "You're still alive Luke! You could have died, or been much more paralyzed than you are. Are you grateful? No!"

My fear at his tirade turned into boiling, seething anger. "When you've lost everything that ever mattered to you, then you can lecture me!"

He turned on me, molten fury boiling in his eyes. "When I've lost everything that ever mattered to me?" With that he closed the space between us, grabbed my shoulders, and then kissed me for all he was worth. For the first time since the accident, what had remained flaccid and unresponsive stood up and begged for attention. My mind blanked and all I could feel was his lips against mine, his taste on my tongue, and the scent of him filling me, all of me.

Before I knew it, he had released me. "Don't go near the glass." He started to walk back into the apartment. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Then he was gone.

I sat in confusion for several minutes, wondering what had just happened. My mind and body sang because Byron was back in my life. I had missed him so much, and now that he had left, even if only temporarily, I realized just how deep a hole in my heart there was that he had been a part of. I loved the big guy. He was my best friend, confidant, and yes, for a brief time, lover. I wouldn't say I was in love with him, but without him in my life, it had certainly been a hell of a lot emptier.

Within the hour, Byron was back. Wordlessly, he searched for a broom and dustpan, and then swept up the broken glass. He went to dump the shards and saw the mess that the kitchen was in. All he did was roll up his sleeves and start working. I felt suddenly embarrassed at my slovenly living habits and wheeled myself into my bedroom. With a passion that few could ever know, I detested the shower contraption that I was forced to use, but use it I did. Once cleaned, I donned fresh clothes and wheeled myself back into the living room to find Byron cooking something in a spic and span kitchen. I wasn't even sure what kind of food I had in my house. I normally ordered anything that would deliver. I looked down at my body, noticing that the muscles in my legs had shrunk and that I had started gaining a spare tire around my middle. Shame filled me. Oh I was still pissed at the world, but I had a new dose of reality thrown into the mix to temper it.

Byron served lunch at the dining room table and sat down and ate quietly. When I had finished everything off my plate, he took it from me and got me some more. When he sat down, he looked in my eyes. "I did give up everything."

My fork halfway to my mouth, I stared at him. "What?"

He chuckled, which was actually more like a snort. "You."

The word hung there in silence for several minutes. Shock had me drop my fork to the plate in which I didn't even hear the clatter. After several long minutes, Byron took a drink from his water glass then looked out the window, out to the bay. "I love you Luke. I have since we were freshmen in high school. It killed me when you told me about Jenny. It devastated me when you ran after her after she walked in on us making love." He looked back at me, directly into my eyes and I could see the shiny moisture, barely clinging to his lids. "You've always been everything to me."

I looked down at my plate, feeling my stomach roil. It hit me then. Everything. All the pain, the hurt, the betrayal, the failure, the fear, all of it hit me. I broke down in tears, gut wrenching, body-wracking sobs that went on and on. I was only vaguely aware when Byron wheeled me to the couch and picked me up in his strong arms and held me. The sun had lowered several degrees in the sky when I finally calmed down. Byron held me the whole time. 

At that moment, I realized that I had been given a choice that night. I could have stayed with Byron, or I could have run after Jenny. I ran after her. Was it the right choice? I'll never know. It didn't change anything though. The one person in the entire world who had always, and I do mean always, been there for me I had hurt, crushed into dust.

I looked into Byron's eyes and saw that he had been crying too. Whether tears of commiseration or of pain, I don't know. "I'm sorry Luke. I didn't tell you that to upset you." He wiped a tear off my cheek. "I just wanted you to know, that in some small way, I do understand. Even if the situations are totally opposite, I do understand."

After my crying jag, I was physically and emotionally exhausted. Byron helped me to bed and then left, with a promise to return the next day. Over the next several weeks, Byron helped me clean and organize my condo, helped me get back into physical therapy and even to see a therapist. I learned the Byron had indeed gotten his veterinary degree and was working as an intern at an animal hospital in Seattle. Every day after work, he'd stop by my place. He would stay for dinner, which we shared chores doing, then leave. The visits were friendly, almost playful, but each night as he left, I couldn't help wishing it were more than that. Like that night all those years ago, when it came to Byron, I didn't know what to do. After his confession about his feelings, I couldn't ask for more. For once, I didn't know what to do at all.

I spent several of my therapy sessions working out my anger with Jenny and my feelings of anger over the accident. With time, I began to accept that my life wasn't over, just changed. But when we started talking about Byron, I had to learn all about myself, from the very beginning choices of my life, all over again. Byron wasn't easy. He wasn't something that I could easily conquer. After several sessions, I realized, that I gave up on Jenny. I didn't put the time and energy into it, because it didn't come easy for me. But with Byron, I had a new chance, a chance to start fresh. The realization hit me, that even though I knew all along how Byron felt, he wasn't easy to deal with. Being with him wouldn't be easy, so I dropped it, just like every other challenge. The big shocker came when in one of my last sessions, I came to realize how much I truly loved Byron, body and soul, and had, for quite some time.

That night, after therapy and dinner, Byron and I sat and talked by the fire. It was now November, and our friendship still ended after dinner. I wanted more. I needed more. Subtle hints seemed to fly right over his head. I had left several buttons open on my shirt. My jeans were extra tight. I licked my lips and touched him as often as I could. After an hour, I realized like that time in California, subtle doesn't work for me.

"Byron? Why won't you kiss me?"

Okay, so my timing sucked, because Byron had just sipped from his glass and ended up spraying it into the fire. "What?"

Shaking inside, but letting every ounce of bravado I had try to shine through, I slid over to him on the couch, touching his cheek with my hand. "I want to go to bed with you, By."

His smile was wistful, sad even. "You haven't called me By since the accident."

I chuckled, more surprised than anything. "I hadn't realized it."

Byron grew serious though. "I don't think it would be a good idea if we had sex Luke."

He was afraid. I couldn't blame him for it. I cupped his face with both my hands so I could look directly in his eyes, letting all my sincerity shine through. "I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you, By."

His voice was trembling, as was his entire body. "Why now?"

Fear kept me from speaking aloud what I wanted to say. "We never got to finish that night." I cocked a grin at him, but I saw his features fall, the hope drain from his eyes.

"I don't think so, Luke."

I panicked. I wanted the pain to go away. "God damn it! This is so fucking hard." I lowered my forehead to his, willing him to hear me out, willing him to believe me. "I'm fighting here, By. I don't want a fuck. I don't want to be lovers. I want everything." I looked in his eyes, seeing hope return there. "I want it to be messy and complicated. I don't want it to be easy. Because there is no such thing as easy when it comes to this."

He grinned at me, his full-wattage, one hundred percent happy grin. "What is this, Luke?"

I swallowed so hard, it almost echoed off the walls. "Love, By." I looked in his eyes and saw his tear up, but he blinked it back admirably. "I love you, By. It took me years to realize it and a nasty accident to fix my screw ups, but I'm here. Now. If you want me."

He kissed me quick, a light peck of his lips that only made me hunger for more. "Was that so hard?"

I laughed at his teasing glance. "You bet your ass it was." Then I sobered. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything."

With that, Byron let out a rebel yell then picked me up off the couch and carried me to the bed. He lay me down and slowly peeled off all my clothes, worshiping my body as he went, cherishing it, like he did that first time in California. But rather than be uncomfortable like last time, I reveled in it.

About where my body goes numb from the accident, is a ring of nerves that don't quite work right. At times, they can be ultra-sensitive. Byron found that spot on my thighs as he was exploring my body with his tongue and strummed against that spot until I was moaning, keening, begging for release. With a look of utmost love and tenderness, Byron raised his big, larger than life body over mine, and slowly took possession of me, completing something that had been interrupted almost six years before.

As he pressed into me, I squirmed for a moment, but quickly adjusted, taking him in deep. Like last time, the moment his thick, veined head brushed my trigger, I climaxed, quaking with release, painting Byron's torso with my pleasure. His arms bracketed my face as he leaned over me, his height allowing him to arch and pull my body, kiss me, and rub all that forested carpet of fur against me. As we both climbed higher, him to his first, me to my second release, we growled and moaned, gasped and cried out our pleasure. And when the pleasure became too much, had me teetering on the edge, Byron smiled at me again, that same, wonderful, reserved just for me smiles, and we both exploded, crying out our love and joy at once.

We took our time coming back to reality, panting and breathing heavy against the other. After a while, our bodies quickened again and this time, Byron was determined that I take control. It took some maneuvering, to find the right position, but it worked out fine. Having no sensation in my knees or feet, I couldn't easily brace myself on them. I could wrench my ankle or slip off my knees and never know that I had been in trouble. After a few frustrated minutes of searching for something comfortable, I asked Byron to let me lie on my back and have him ride me. He refused. Eventually, we found the right spot, the right way, and we spent many minutes reveling in what we were sharing. 

I won't share the details; looking back, I realize it kind of looked like a comedy of errors. But that's the beauty of being with someone who loves you as you love them. There are no mistakes. There is patience and joy, love and commitment, peace and wonderment. It's all there. Is it easy? Hell no. But like I've learned, the best things in life never are.



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Memories are an odd thing. Sometimes remembered with total clarity and other times just a vague sensation barely remembered. Some memories we wish could last a lifetime and others will haunt us to the day we die. I have never had a memory I wished I could remember forever, and my mind is full of ones I wish I could forget...

The sensation of his clothes tearing was frightening. Gabriel had woken up to hands holding him down and others tearing the clothes from his sleeping body. He struggled to free himself and was rewarded with a punch in the face and then to the stomach. He folded in on himself trying to protect vital areas but it did no good. When he had at last been stripped he got a good look at his tormentors. 

He saw the feral grins of his mom and sister as they held him down and his father at the foot of the bed, his cock fully erect. Gabriel, realizing what his father was going to do, resumed his struggle but got nothing but more punches and slaps from his mother and sister.

With a vicious thrust his father shoved his cock up Gabriel's ass. Screaming in pain, it felt like a lance of fire up his virgin hole. The more Gabriel screamed the harder and faster his father's frantic thrusts became. With a final grunt, his father unloaded deep into his ass.

Feeling the shame of having his body violated in such a cruel way the tears came even harder, but that did nothing but spur his family on to even greater acts of cruelty. His sister really began working his body over after that. Punches and kicks were administered all over and finally a particularly brutal kick made him gasp as some of his ribs cracked, and a finger was broken as she stepped on his hand.

With the break in the systematic torture of his body he thought they were finally done with him, they had just begun. With a nasty grin his father called out the door. Gabriel's will left him as he saw three other men come through the door. They all took the clothes off and lined up to take their turn with his abused body. With the penetration of the first man he fell into the blessed release of unconsciousness.

Gabriel awoke with a strangled cry. Twisted up in his sheets and covered with sweat, he shook in rage as the poisonous memories rose up, reliving them as he so often had throughout the past five years. After all this time he still felt dirty from them.

Gabriel turned on the small light on the table next to his bed and looked at the numbers on his alarm. With a sigh he realized it was still early yet but decided to get up anyways as there would be no more sleep for him. Taking a drink of the water that he kept next to his bed it soothed his parched throat.

He swung out of bed and entered his bathroom to take a quick shower. After today he would never have to deal with his family again. Escape from the Hell he had lived in was finally within his grasp and nothing was going to keep him from that. 

Throwing on a ragged set of clothes that his sister hadn't managed to destroy too much he picked up the bag he packed the night before and threw it in the back of his car and was gone. 

He made a quick stop at his best friend Melissa's house to pick up his stash of money. He knocked on the door and she answered the door in PJ's and a sleepy look on her face.

"Here for your money," she asked him?

"Yeah, I'm out of here. I woke up and threw everything in the car and I'm ready to go," he told her.

She disappeared back inside for a minute and came back out with a bag. There was a surprisingly large amount in the pile but had he left it in his parent's house it would have been found and taken from him. He learned early on that it was best to leave nothing he truly valued anywhere in the house because it would be found and taken from him or destroyed. 

Melissa handed him his stack of cash and after he had hidden it on his body, she hugged him like she was never going to let go. She slipped a piece of paper with all of her contact info into his pocket.

"Damn you, be careful and keep in touch with me so I know you're ok," she told him.

With a tender kiss from her on his cheek, he got back to his car and pulled away as the early morning sun crested the hills. He never saw the flood of tears streaming down Melissa face.

The drive to college was long. He had chosen a college in California. He wanted to put as much space between him and his family; if he never saw them again it would be too soon. He took his time in his trip across country. He had left himself lots of time and he had some money so he made it a small vacation, the first he had ever had.

He found that the solitude of the drive was comforting to him. It was the only time in his life that Gabriel had ever felt like he could relax his guard. The mid west states was his favorite part of the trip. The feeling of the rural towns fit with his personality, with the nice laid-back pace of life.

All too soon his trip was over and he had arrived at the college.

Gabriel parked his car in the visitor lot and grabbed his bag out of the back seat. He followed the signs for check in and found himself in the lobby of the dorm. There was a table set up and manned by three coeds. Gabriel got into line and eventually made his way to the front.

"I'm here to check in," he said.

"Name please," the guy asked him.

Gabriel told him and he was handed his info packet. He headed for the elevator and then changed his mind and headed for the stairs when he saw the mass of people waiting to go up. His room was at the far end of the hall, next to the stairs, which suited him fine. Less noise from people using the elevator all hours of the night.

He opened the door to his room and found that his roommate had already been moved in. Gabriel quickly unloaded the things that he had brought, which didn't take too long. He set up his laptop on the desk, put his few meager clothes in the closet, and quickly made his bed with the sheets that he had bought on his way out to school.

Finished with his set up, Gabriel left to go check out campus and the surrounding area to get a feel for things. He stopped at the student ID office and got his ID card and then to pick up a parking pass for his car. Going out into town he found the feel of the town nice and peaceful. While many of the stores he look at were what he would call yuppie, the town had a slow sleepy pace that he had associated with many of the mid west towns he had gone through.

His next stop was to open a bank account. Stopping in at a Bank of America branch, he filled out the paper work, deposited his money and was soon the proud owner of a set of starter checks and a bank card that would arrive in the mail in about a week. Grinning about everything he had accomplished that day he made his way back to the dining hall and grabbed a quick dinner.

Arriving back at his room his roommate still was not there, so Gabriel took a moment to glace at his roommate's side of the room. There was the typical desktop and printer sitting on the desk. Gabriel was hoping that he might be able to share the printer on a network and save himself the money of having to buy one. The clothes and bedding were of a nice quality, but nothing looked particularly expensive. 

Gabriel's eyes were then drawn to the large playbook sitting on the bookshelf, and he felt his chest constrict and his pulse quicken. Besides his parents, the football players at his high school had been his worst tormentors.

Gabriel turned to his computer and powered it up, and entered his music folder and cued up a playlist of backtracks that he could sing with. Ever since he had been little, he had a knack for vocal performance and it could calm him like nothing else could. He was in the middle of the country part of his set when his roommate entered the room.

Gabriel did not immediately hear his roommate enter, and it wasn't until his roommate cleared his throat that Gabriel was aware that he was there.  Gabriel was embarrassed and turned the list off. Gabriel turned to his roommate and introduced himself. His roommate shook his hand and told him his name was Ryan Anderson. Ryan told him that he was really good at singing.

There was a knock at their door and a curvaceous little brown-haired dream peeked through the crack in the door and called out for Ryan. Ryan let her in and gave her a hug and then turned to introduce her to Gabriel. She held out her hand and said her name was Sarah, Gabriel took her hand and told her his.

Ryan told him that they were going out to a party and asked him if he wanted to come with. Gabriel turned the invitation down telling them that he still had some stuff to do to get settled in. With a goodbye tossed his way the two were out the door and Gabriel relaxed a little.

After shooting off and e-mail to Melissa. He let her know he was ok, and told her about his roommate and fears that he would be just like all the other jocks he had known in high school. He told her that he was going to try to get a cell phone soon and he would get her the number for it when he did. He made a quick list of the things that he need to go do tomorrow, showered and changed for bed.

Gabriel opened his eyes to the bright California sun the next morning. Hopping out of bed he glanced over and saw Ryan sprawled across his bed still asleep. Gabriel grabbed a towel and left for the shower. As he quickly washed he realized that he was very rested. He had never slept that well before. He was typically a light sleeper after his experience with his family assaulting him. He hadn't even heard Ryan come back in.

He changed into a clean set of clothes for the day and grabbed his checks. He checked his e-mail and saw a message from Melissa. She was glad to hear from him and told him to call her anytime he needed to talk to someone. He ran downstairs to the cafeteria for breakfast and then jumped on the bus to go across town to the shopping center.

He knew that he needed some new clothes. The ratty stuff he had been wearing at home was not going to cut it here. He bought some new socks and boxers, and then a few new shirts and a new pair of jeans. Going to another store be bought a new pair of shoes. His account took a hit with his spending spree but he figured he really needed the clothes.

He jumped on the bus and headed back downtown and dropped of an application to work at the city pool and then back on to campus where he dropped of an application for work at the campus pool. He walked back to the dorms and found that Ryan was up now, but had a bad headache from his hangover. They talked for a while about how the party went and if Gabriel was ready for classes to start the next day. That reminded him that he still needed to get his textbooks.

Ryan told him to wait and he would go with him. Ryan got ready and made a few phone calls to a couple of his friends and before long they had a large group to descend on the unsuspecting bookstore. There were quick introductions all around, but Gabriel didn't pay too much attention since they were mostly fellow teammates and cheer friends of Ryan, and Gabriel figured he would never speak to them again.

Gabriel got his texts, and was astounded at the costs of the books. The bookstore got highway robbery for these things. He had a book for Family law, criminal law, civil practice, and intro to psych. Just for those four books it was almost $400. It was a damn good thing that his scholarship covered his books he thought to himself, he never could have afforded them on his own.

With the book buying done, Ryan's friends all decided to go grab dinner and asked Gabriel if he wanted to join them, but he begged off and headed back to the dorms with his purchases while the others headed off to eat.

Ryan and his friends walked down town and got seats at Red Robin. Ryan felt bad because he knew the reason Gabriel hadn't come was he was uncomfortable with his friends. The cheer captain, Heather, drew him out of his thought when she asked about Gabriel. 

"What's up with Gabriel," she asked him?

With an deep breath Ryan explained to him his suspicions about his roommate. He told them that he thought that Gabriel had been hurt badly in his past, and he kind of figured that it might have been by football players and "popular" people. Ryan told them that Gabriel seems really nervous around people.

As they were leaving Heather grabbed Ryan and told him she wanted to talk to him real quick.

"I think you need to get him to come out to one of our parties sometime," she told Ryan.

"Another one of your projects," he asked her?

"Maybe," Heather responded. "Depends on how the situation goes if I have a chance to meet him."

"Well, be careful," Ryan told her. "I don't want to see him hurt worse than he is already."

With a wave, Heather took off in the other direction with her friends, while Ryan headed back to the dorm to see if Gabriel was there. Ryan heard the music and Gabriel's voice before he even got the key in the door. He eased the door open quietly and sat on the bed while he waited for Gabriel to finish his song. When it was over Ryan spoke.

"Hey Gabriel, I'm sorry you weren't comfortable with my friends," Ryan told him. Gabriel spun around with a scared look on his face, and then when he saw that it was Ryan his face went to more neutral look.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just not use to a large group of people," Gabriel said. 

"Cool, well I'll be back later then," Ryan told him. "We got a big party tonight before classes start tomorrow. You sure you don't want to tag along," he asked?

"No, I'm going to get ready for classes and make and early night of it. You have a good time," Gabriel said. 

Ryan walked to and Gabriel turned back to his computer and set it up to download some new music and a couple new movies that he hadn't had a chance to see yet. He checked his e-mail and saw he had a message from the city pool telling him they would like him to come in for an interview. He wrote them a quick response and told them he could be there around 3:00 and would that be ok.

He got his pack ready with his notebook, textbooks, and a pen for class. He took a quick shower, turned his alarm on, and crawled into bed. 



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"You really must relax. Really." Gina cooed huskily into Wendy's ear, lightly flicking her tongue along the trembling, young office clerk's earlobe. It was only her first week on the job and Wendy never expected to be assailed with such an aggressive seduction as this. Her heart was beating so hard, she thought it would burst. Her legs were trembling like a windblown leaf on an autumn bough, sandwiched on each side of the senior company executive's warm, silken clad thighs. 

The woman planted her lips firmly against Wendy's mouth, practically causing her to melt where she stood. If not for the fact that Gina had her in a firm hold around the waist, Wendy thought she'd fall to the floor like a quivering mass of jelly. Gina slid her darting, snake-like tongue gracefully into the wet recesses of the teen's mouth. The pretty blonde could not but comply with the sweltering waltz applied by Gina's succulent kiss. Her head was spinning and there was nothing she could or wanted to do about it.

"MMMmmm...that-a-girl..." Gina coaxed between one lingering kiss to another. She moved her hands lower onto Wendy's soft, smooth backside, her hands finding the side-zipper and pulling it down. The supple, conservative plaid skirt fell to the floor leaving her in only her panties and blouse. Gina gently caressed the yellow nylon brief, as she nuzzled delicious kisses on Wendy's long, slender, white neck. "Oh, my..." Wendy gasped breathlessly, the tight clench of her supervisor's teeth nibbled hotly along her neck. Gina placed her fingers into the waist-band of her panties, pulling them down letting them drop to the floor with the now discarded skirt. 

She repositioned her sheer, thigh firmly against Wendy's crotch. The girl's downy, blonde muff throbbed achingly and the dampness of her sweet secretions flowed hotly upon Gina's pantyhose. She was becoming more and more delirious as the seconds went by. This whole encounter felt like a dream; a dream she hoped she'd not awaken from. "I am going to lick you like an ice-cream cone." Gina stated with a hard ring of commanding sincerity as she quickly unbuttoned Wendy's blouse. "And you are going to love every bit of it, my sweet, teen doll." She continued, shedding the blouse from the girl's shoulders, deftly unfastened her bra.

Wendy was nearly completely nude except for her buff brown leather pumps. She was astonished that such a thing could be happening to her. Even her boyfriend never got this far. Gina lowered her mouth to her pert pink nipple and suckled greedily at the creamy mound of Wendy's heaving breasts taking equal time to taste, lick, suck and kiss each one in turn Her tummy was a flurry with a flock of violent butterflies. "O-kaaayyy..." she managed to moan while Gina's thigh pressed harder yet against her soppy love-nest. No one, least of all another woman had ever feasted so delightfully at her breasts and she was loving every bit of it. 

"I do just love teenage girls. I was just a teen when I had my first lady. I was even younger than you, by the way." Gina said as she pushed her young charge away at half-arm length. "My first time was with my piano teacher, Miss Desmond. I was fourteen. She showed me everything...just like I'm going to show you, Wendy." Wendy felt her self being turned around to face the large oak desk that dominated the office chamber. Gina pushed up against her from behind, grabbed a strong, tight handful of her golden hair saying, "You just relax, pretty girl. Let Ms. Gina show you everything!" 

Wendy felt herself being forced face down against the unyielding, hard wood surface. Gina held her down steadily, and not at all gently. The woman's perfume engulfed her as she felt the pressure of Gina's body plastered against her back. She began to yelp shrilly as Gina's gleaming, sharp white teeth bit down on her shoulders. If ever there was real pleasure in pain, this was certainly it. Flailing fingers found their way into the succulent crevice of cheeks making her buck uncontrollably. However, she was planted stationary with little room to squirm as Gina bit and nibbled her way down the sleek slope of her back until finally finding her way to her fanny.

A long, thin finger pressed against her virginal rear rose-bud as Gina's tongue slid and flicked into the crevice of her cheeks. Wendy could not contain herself, letting out a loud, long moan' "OOOooohhh!!!" as Gina's digit probed deeply up to the knuckle inside her. Her bum felt a-flame as the woman's sharp fingernail scraped like a talon. Her pussy was gushing wet, creaming her inner thighs with their honey-juice as Gina ate at her with greedy abandon. "Oh, oh, oh, MY GOD!" She wailed at the anal assault. "Yes, baby, let it out. We're all alone..." Gina replied before dipping back down into Wendy's ass. 

Wendy came like a rushing river. Orgasm upon orgasm ripped through her senses like nothing she could ever have imagined. Gina drank deeply of her ass, alternatingly playing her fingers to her glistening snatch. Before she knew it, Wendy had finally crumpled to the floor in a breathless heap. Tears streaked down her crimson-blushed cheeks, rivulets of mascara staining her features. Her hair was a mess and she was shaking with ecstasy. 

Gina stood over her prostate figure, looking down at her with smug satisfaction. Her skirt suit was even wrinkled. "Well, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" She stated matter-of-factly. "Don't you worry your pretty little head over it though. There's yet more to learn and I have every intention of showing you everything." Gina kicked the girl's rumpled heap of clothes at her, "Get dressed. You're coming home with me."



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Everything.

Chapter 1.

Simon sat nervously at a small table at the back of a near deserted brasserie off the King's Road. It was just before noon on a muggy, humid July day. The restaurant was bleak and airless. Simon wiped his wet palms on the crisp white linen tablecloth and rearranged the salt and pepper pots neatly in the centre of the table. The waiter noticed him looking anxiously towards the door and wondered if he was being stood up.

A moment later the door opened and a young woman breezed in wearing a pretty floral summer dress and huge sunglasses, which she planted with practiced ease into the middle of her hair. The waiter stood up and bowed graciously as she made her way over to Simon's table. 

Simon stood up, his napkin falling to the floor, and held out a clammy hand. He was still chewing a large piece of bread which he swallowed whole before he could speak. 

"Well, we meet at last." Sarah said brightly 

She sounded slightly disingenuous, her voice deeper and more mature than her looks suggested. She looked down at his hand briefly with a look of pained disgust as if it were a dead fish, then sat down, taking out a compact and refreshing her lip gloss. Simon stood there, his hand outstretched momentarily, then picked up his napkin and sat opposite her. He brushed a crumb from his lip.

The waiter immediately came over, flirtatiously filling Sarah's glass with water welcoming her obsequiously.

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Sarah looked up at him, broke into a wide smile and ordered fresh lobster and a bottle of Bollinger. Simon, who had scarcely had time to think, looked up nervously at the waiter.

"I'll have the same please."

"So two lobsters and two bottles of Bollinger."

"Perfect." Sarah said, as the waiter breezed off before Simon could say anything.

"You have my attention as long as you are pleasing me Simon. Do you understand that?"

Simon blushed. He was completely outclassed by this beautiful woman, and knew that any relationship they had was going to be very expensive and very dangerous. His hands were shaking as he took a sip of water with both hands on the glass and then took out a white envelope from his jacket pocket. Pushing it across the table he watched as Sarah opened it slowly and ran her fingers over the notes.

Sarah dropped the envelope in her bag, and Simon felt an extraordinary thrill as the clasp clipped shut.

"Did you enjoy that Simon?"

Simon nodded, his neck and ears flushed red. He had no idea how incredibly erotic it would feel to hand over £2000 in cash to a woman he had never met before.

"That is the right answer Simon."

Sarah then stood up and walked out of the restaurant just as the waiter arrived with two bottles of Bollinger and two tall flutes. 

An hour later Simon awkwardly pushed the remains of his lobster to one side and ordered the bill. It had been a very expensive day so far. Sarah's lobster, untouched lay fat and red on her plate, and would soon be tossed into the bin as Simon walked home alone.



A week earlier Sarah sat crossed legged on Ellie's bedroom floor, her arms stretched high above her head, back straight in a black leotard and tights. 

"Don't hum Sarah" Ellie rolled her eyes 

"You'll be lighting joss sticks next. This is Pilates, not meditation. 

Sarah looked up at Ellie, sitting neatly on the middle of her bed in a huge pink towelling robe, her wet hair pulled back behind her ears. Sarah poked out her tongue and began to bend over to the right, humming loudly.

"Feel the stretch down your side?"

"Uh huh."

"Great, and now the other side, and stop humming."

Sarah closed her eyes and lent slowly to the left.

"Tight abs, straight back, that's it."

Ellie tilted her head and pulled a comb through her wet hair. She looked down at Sarah affectionately.

"When are you meeting him?" She tugged at the knots as she spoke.

"Saturday, for lunch. That new Brasserie thingy place near World's End."

Sarah opened her eyes and looked at Ellie. Neither of them said anything and neither of them smiled. 

"Are you ready for this now?" Ellie spoke softly, watching her friend carefully. Sarah swallowed.

"Yes, I think so. It makes my heart race just thinking about it..."

Ellie smiled. She knew that feeling very well indeed and was thrilled that her best friend was going to experience the same rush.

"...and I really, really want to buy some new clothes. You completely out-wardrobe me now, I feel soooo frumpy next to you."

Ellie knew that this was most definitely not true. Sarah had the most beautiful face she had ever seen, and would look fabulous in a bin liner.

"Start off slowly. Draw him in. You need to actually feel his emotions when he gives you money. If you can get on his wavelength he will come back again and again. Look for a chemical reaction between you and feed on that."

Sarah lowered her hands and placed them on her knees. She moved like a prima ballerina, serenely and full of grace. Ellie adored watching her, and just knew how good she was going be at this. 

"OK, thanks hon. How many have you done?"

Ellie looked hurt.

"That is a bit harsh girlfriend. All of them loved gifting me. They just couldn't help themselves, and you can see why, can't you darling?"

Ellie flung her head back theatrically pulling her robe down over each shoulder and shook from side to side, like a burlesque stripper. Sarah laughed out loud. 

"Well, that is as maybe, but you took a lot of money from them, didn't you?"

"All in good time honey. All in good time. It will spoil the thrill if you start comparing your conquests with mine. Let me guide you through this first one, and then I will lift the veil a little higher. Fair?"

Sarah pushed her bottom lip out sulkily and started to hum again. Ellie threw a pillow at her head playfully and switched on her hairdryer.





Sarah was hungry after her meeting with Simon, and decided to stop for a coffee on her way back to her flat. She sipped a small latte, leaving a red mark on the rim and called Ellie. A plump pasty young man with a ponytail hunched over a laptop looked up at her and smiled briefly as she tore open a sachet of brown sugar and sprinkled it over the froth. She looked back at him and blinked slowly.

"Oh my god, you rang. I have been pacing the room like a caged thingy."

"Tiger?"

"Yes, tiger, like a caged tiger. Now tell me what happened?" 

Ellie jumped up and down in her kitchen looking out of the window as the breeze rustled through the plane trees"

"Well, I ignored his hand shake, flirted with the waiter, ordered lobster and champagne for both of us, he handed over an envelope with £2000 in £20 notes in it and I left before the food came. I wasn't there more than 5 minutes."

Ellie smiled, running the top of her stockinged left foot up and down her right calf and ankle and felt a tingling sensation in her tummy. Her voice dropped a tone.

"Did you tell him what I told you?"

"You mean the bit about having my attention only if he pleased me?"

"Yes, yes, did you?"

"Let me think...urm, yes I did."

Ellie sat on a high kitchen stool and crossed her legs, picking at a loose thread on her skirt absentmindedly."

"Good girl. Now leave it a few days. Wait for him to make the next move. You need to show complete disinterest, understand?"

Sarah stirred her coffee slowly and then licked the sweet froth from both sides of the spoon. The man opposite looked up again. Sarah looked back at him, totally without expression, and spoke into her phone.

"I understand completely Ellie. Completely."

The man blushed and looked down quickly at his laptop. Totally outstared he would not look up again. Sarah smiled to herself. She was beginning to enjoy her newly discovered power, but had no idea, simply no idea how mind-bendingly brilliant she was going to be at this.





Chapter 2.

Simon looked down at his mobile and had a huge rush of adrenalin. He picked up his phone quickly and walked out of his office to take the call in the lobby. 

"Hello Simon Bailey."

Simon blushed and his mouth went dry. He couldn't believe how excited he felt.

"Hello Sarah. It is nice to hear from you again. I wondered if you would return my calls."

"There were certainly enough of them Simon Bailey, and texts too. You will meet me at Claridge's this evening at 8pm, I have booked a table in your name and I am staying in their presidential suite tonight and tomorrow night. Call the hotel and give them your card details. Naturally you will want to fill the suite with flowers so I have ordered a dozen bouquets from Harrods in your name. Call them and sort out the invoice.."

The line went dead. Simon was shaking as he walked back to his desk. He checked the markets, down 2%. An hour later he transferred £16,000 from a savings account into his current account, and wondered just how the big London hotels justified the price of their rooms.

Sarah sat at the table looking relaxed and beautiful. A bottle of chilled champagne nestled into a huge ice bucket by her side. The waiter pulled out his chair and offered him a drink. He looked nervously at Sarah. She nodded almost imperceptibly at the waiter, who poured a glass for Simon and handed him the wine list.

"We will have the lobster, and a bottle of Lutreaux '.67. The waiter acknowledged the choice with an approving nod.

"An excellent choice Madam."

Simon looked at the wine list and found the wine. £880. He felt a rush of pleasure and fear and closed the menu quickly. The waiter took it from him with a brisk nod, and they were alone.

"I have decided to eat with you tonight Simon. I want to have a discussion with you."

"Thank you Sarah. I would like that."

"Tell me, are you enjoying our relationship?"

Simon looked across the table. Sarah was unimaginably beautiful.

"Very much so. You are quite the loveliest thing I have ever seen." Simon's voice had a tone of longing and sadness.

"Hmmm, well that is as maybe Simon. Are you wealthy?"

Simon looked a little apprehensive, then shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"I am doing ok. Business has been good, so yes, no complaints I guess."

There was a pause. Sarah took a tiny sip of champagne, and looked around the room. A boisterous Mediterranean family gathered around a large round table by the door; most of the tables were now full.

"Do you have debts?"

Simon looked at Sarah, wondering what this was all leading to. He answered quietly.

"I do not have any debts Sarah. None at all."

The sexual tension between them was palpable. Sarah stroked the stem of her champagne flute up and down with her fingers, then licked the condensation off, finger by finger. 

"Good, that is good. Before the food arrives I want you to agree to something. Is that understood?"

Simon nodded.

"Before we meet again I want you to borrow £100,000 from your bank?"

Sarah actually had no idea why she chose that amount, or whether this was just a drop in the ocean or his life savings. She just wanted. To see how he reacted.

"I really don't need to do that Sarah."

Sarah played another card.

"If you give me any attitude Simon this relationship will cease right now."

Simon blushed. 

"I promise you I was not being facetious. It is just my bank would wonder why I wanted to borrow money. They would think it a bit odd."

Sarah decided to strike.

"You have displeased me. I am going to retire to my suite."

Dabbing her napkin to her lips she stood up, picking up her gloves and room key from the table. The waiter approached with their order. 

"I will dine in my rooms. My companion has to leave. Will you settle the bill Simon?"

Simon wanted to plead with Sarah to stay, but her acting was superb. If he contradicted her story it would sound ridiculous. 

"Very well Madam."

The waiter took the tray back to the kitchens and Sarah spoke.

"You do not question my decisions Simon, is that clearly understood?"

Simon looked desperate. His eyes pleaded for some understanding, but Sarah was not going to come out of character now, she was enjoying herself too much for that.

"If you want to attempt to repair the damage then you will borrow £250,000 and put it into your current account, is that understood Simon. You borrow it, you do not use your own money, you borrow it."

Simon nodded .

"Yes Sarah, absolutely. I will make arrangements tomorrow."

Sarah then handed Simon a piece of paper. 

"Here is a list of 30 retailers. I want you to open store cards for me with all of these before we next meet." 

Simon took the piece of paper and watched as Sarah glided out of the room. The head of the family table by the door looked up as she passed their table. His thoughts go unrecorded, but the look in his eyes was one of lascivious longing.



Sarah and Ellie walked slowly arm in arm through Kensington Palace gardens. 

"Now listen Sarah. You have to understand that he needs the thrill to intensify each time. That is how it works. You need to push him until he starts to really feel the financial loss, otherwise it isn't going to give him the buzz he needs. Believe me he will fantasise about you going much much further. It is up to you now."

Sarah squeezed her friends arm tightly. 

"Have you got him to borrow money yet?"

"Yes I have, but he didn't want to. I mean I don't think he needed to at all."

"Good. It is always best to get them to borrow money at this stage.. His bank may think he is bonkers but that doesn't matter. In time, as you up your game he will find it increasingly difficult to borrow money . Understand?"

"Ellie you are a genius, a wicked genius so you are." 

"It is the same with the store cards honey. The interest rates are ridiculous. You must insist he only pays off the minimum each month. Tell him it pleases you that he is paying so dearly for your clothes. Do you see what you are doing? Whilst he is solvent you get him into expensive debts that it will be difficult for him to extricate himself from when he is not. He will love it.

Sarah stopped, and sat on a bench. 

"This is a big thing Ellie. I am not sure I can go all the way with this"

Ellie sat on the bench and squeezed Sarah's hand reassuringly.

"Pfff. Don't be so soft Sarah. It is always his choice remember. You are not responsible for his sexual preferences. You are simply facilitating his desires. Think of it as a public service."

The girls began to laugh and walked off to lunch together, changing the subject completely. 



Two weeks later Sarah arrived an hour late and sat down breathlessly in The Ivy. Simon started to get up from his seat, but she waved him back down. Ellie arrived a few moments later and the waiter started to lay a third place. Both women looked fresh and happy and extremely well dressed. They piled their shopping bags in the corner next to the window and ordered champagne cocktails. Simon tried to shake off his slight irritation both that Sarah had arrived so late without apology and brought a friend. 

Both women looked at each other knowingly.

"This is Ellie Simon. It took ages but we have finally spent up to the limit on all those clever store cards. I swear in the end we were just buying things because we could."

Ellie laughed out loud, and clapped her hands together as the champagne cork popped. 

"What a lovely morning we had, and now a lunch by the river. What could be nicer?" Sarah clinked her glass against Ellie's and Simon's and took a tiny sip.

"Mmmmm, delicious. Now Simon, what are you going to do to please me today?"

The pace of the conversation was exciting and scary. Simon's heart was beating against his chest and his mouth was dry. He could see that Sarah was pressing her advantage, and if he wanted to carry on this relationship he would need to up his game, quickly and dramatically. He just wished it was just the two of them.

Both women put their glasses down and looked at Simon expectantly. 

"I have set up an allowance for you Sarah." 

"How much?" Sarah spoke without emotion.

"£12,000 per annum."

Both girls laughed. 

"That will pay for your manicures darling." Ellie said dryly, jabbing an olive with her cocktail stick and popping it into Sarah's mouth. 

Simon looked crest-fallen.

"OK, £25,000 per annum"

"£50,000 and I want it upfront Simon. You know I can't wait for anything, it is just too dull."

"She means that she will spend it all in a week."

Sarah looked hurt and pouted moodily at Ellie.

"Bad girl, you know me just too well."

Simon took out his cheque book and wrote a cheque out, handing it to Sarah. She folded it in half and dropped it into her handbag without looking at Simon. 

"Sarah tells me she made you borrow a million pounds and put it in your current account Simon Was that wise?" 

Simon blushed and looked at Sarah. 

"Answer the question Simon. Remember your manners."

"I did it because Sarah asked me too Ellie, and it wasn't that much" 

"I see. Well it certainly isn't doing anything in the bank now is it, except costing you interest. I always get my money to work for me." 

"He doesn't need to borrow the money Ellie. He did it to please me."

"Well I suggest you ask Simon to give the money to you so you can invest it more wisely."

"What a good idea. Simon, let us help you invest your money more wisely, what do you say?" Sarah spoke with a detached sarcasm, holding out her upturned palm without smiling. 

Simon had a huge rush. Losing £250,000 would be the first significant loss in this game. He thought quickly .He certainly could afford it, but he still had to service the debt and god knows how much the store cards were going to cost him. He felt a little out of control. Sarah and Ellie had only been here 10 minutes and he had already paid out £50,000, now they wanted to 'invest' another £250,000 and all 30 store cards were now up to their limit. 

"Ok. I'll transfer the money to your account this this afternoon." 

Simon wiped his brow with his napkin and took a large gulp of champagne that made him cough and splutter. The bubbles came out of his nose making him sneeze.

Both ladies looked at him. His eyes looked bloodshot and sore. 

"Good decision"

"Shall we?" Sarah stood up as she spoke.

"I think we should." Ellie replied brightly and in a breeze of perfume, stockings and heels they picked up their bags and left the restaurant arm in arm and into a taxi. Simon wiped his eyes and took a sip of water. 



That evening, lying in bed he went through the events of the day in his head. How far would Sarah go with this? How far would he allow himself to go? He thought about the speed at which this woman was relieving him of his wealth, he saw her face clearly, her perfect complexion, her coolness towards him. He felt a flutter, a powerful rush, it grew in intensity until he whispered into the pillow.

"She could ruin me." 

A quiver, a gorgeous intense feeling overwhelmed him and he wiped his fingers, covered in a wet stringy mess on the bed sheet beside where he lay. He definitely wasn't ready to stop yet, absolutely no way.



Simon sipped a foul coffee from a plastic cup and winced. Leaning forward he leafed through the pile of magazines on the glass coffee table and the heavily painted receptionist gave him a wooden smile. After a while he stood up and wandered around the showroom running his fingers down the side of a huge four by four and peered in through the window.

"She's a beaut isn't she Sir. Take a seat inside, she's more like a plane than a car."

The salesman smelt of garlic and Marlboro lights and opened the door. Simon looked inside trying to look interested, but was thinking about the size of the salesman's tie knot. It looked like a bright orange cricket ball. 

"Hop in Sir, don't be shy."




Everything



Simon hesitated for a moment.

"It's ok; I am just waiting for my friend."

The salesman practically pushed him up into the seat and he sat down. Everything smelt of leather. Simon gripped the steering wheel: it felt soft and substantial. He looked through the tinted windscreen and saw Sarah jumping down from another Range Rover outside grinning widely. She was with a very experienced salesman, Edward, who guided her to the front of the car to show it off in its best light. He needn't have bothered.

A moment later she turned on her heels and breezed into the showroom, pulling her hair back over her head and taking off her sunglasses. She saw Simon and marched right up to the car. 

The salesman leant across Simon's lap and opened the window, then closed the door effectively trapping Simon in his seat. 

"I was just telling your husband what a beautiful car this is."

"Is this the same model as I have just test driven?" Sarah stood back slightly as she spoke, recoiling at the strong smell of warm garlic on his breath."

"This is the Vanden Plas model madam. It's got all the toys on it, and the 5 litre engine, so it's a little bit pricier."

"I love it. I want this one, but in white. Yes white would be lovely. Ellie can have this one, she loves silver cars."

Simon gripped the wheel tightly and turned to the salesman.

"This one and one in white then."

An hour later he left the showroom alone. He had just spent £130,000 on two ridiculous Range Rovers. Sarah had long gone, given a lift home by Edward who, partially distracted by Sarah's long legs, calculated his commission in his head, not quite able to believe his luck. 

Sarah, on a whim, invited him in and after a rather awkward fumble on the hall floor sent him off with empty balls and a cheque for half of his commission lying neatly on the hall table. 



A month later Simon sat in his Accountant's reception, looking down at the Financial Times lying neatly folded on a walnut coffee table. He opened it up and read the headlines 

"UK in recession again.' 'Unemployment at a 20 year high. Bank of England in crisis talks with lenders.'

His accountant wore a dark charcoal suit, a crisp white shirt and an expensive gold tie. As Simon followed him up to his office he noticed his shoes. They were expensive and highly polished. 

Simon sat down on the sofa and helped himself to a biscuit whilst George Atkinson FCA poured the coffee.

"I'll be Mum" he said brightly.

"Help yourself to milk and sugar Simon."

Half an hour later George put his pad down and turned to Simon.

"Not my position to pry old boy, but you has been spending an awful lot of money over the last three months, and the debt situation you have got yourself into, well it's a bit bizarre to say the least. Is everything ok?"

"You mean have I lost the plot George?"

"Well it isn't like you to make such bad decisions. It looks to me as if you are trying to impress a girl. That is fine, but this is serious now Simon. Your cash position is not good at all, and you are going to have to rely on your income just to cover your costs and service your borrowings. You are going to have to stop spending until the business starts to build up your reserves again."

Simon wasn't really listening. He felt a rush like a gambler and snapped a biscuit in half against the plate, popping a piece of shortbread in his mouth.

"I have plenty of investments George, I can use those, and there are masses of equity in my flat."

"Simon, you are talking as if you have some sort of need to spend your money. Your investments are an important part of your financial plan for the future, and your flat is your home. You need to stop."

Simon put the rest of the biscuit in his mouth and took a final sip of coffee. He didn't respond.

"Concentrate on the business Simon. These are tough times, you know that. Don't take your eye off the ball now, and don't spend any more money."

Simon took a deep breath as the door closed behind him and walked slowly in the dank morning air into Sloane Square .As he walked he started to think about his investments, calculating in his head just how much they were all worth, roughly. Bonds, equities, some cash. It must be close on £700,000 surely, and the flat was worth, god, what, £1.5million, with say £800,000 in equity. He shrugged his shoulders and took a taxi to Hatton Garden. Checking his watch he had an hour before meeting Sarah at noon.

It started to rain heavily in the cab, and Simon looked out through the streaked windows as a girl took shelter in a doorway holding a magazine over her head. Simon turned his mobile phone over and over in his hand nervously. His heart was racing. After paying the cabbie he ran into a coffee shop and called Sarah.

"I am here Sarah, in the coffee shop, opposite Greville Street."

"So I see."

Simon looked around and saw Sarah in the corner sitting quietly with a coffee. She wore a massive hat over a powder blue suit. Simon blushed. She could have been a Duchess.

Sarah beckoned him towards her and looked up at him, taking her sunglasses off and placing them in his hand. 

"Well then, let's go shopping."

Outside the rain had stopped and the sun came out. It was a humid airless day. Sarah carefully stepped over the puddles on the pavement and stopped outside a small nondescript terraced house. She rang the bell. A minute later they heard the sound of bolts being drawn and the door unlocked from inside. An old man opened the door dabbing his nose with a dirty handkerchief, his hair greased back in an appalling comb over. The hall smelt of wax polish and stale sweat. 

"Come in my dears, I have been expecting you."

The old man lent heavily on the bannister and slowly climbed the stairs with great effort .In his tiny office you could just see through the filthy windows down into Hatton Garden. A police siren filled the room for a few moments and then was gone"

The old man wore a pair of fingerless woollen gloves, and pointed at a bench seat as he sat down heavily at his desk, mopping his brow and stuffing the handkerchief flamboyantly into the breast pocket of his suit.

"Those stairs will be the death of me, to be sure."

Sniffing loudly, he opened the desk drawer and pulled out a small velvet bag and emptied the contents on his blotting pad. 

"Your good lady suggested that you wanted pink stones. These are the best I could find. No stones are perfect, but these are pretty close. 

Simon looked down at three cut pink diamonds the size of peas. Sarah picked one up and held it up to the window. 

"That one would make a very acceptable ring Miss. The other two are so closely matched they would be lovely as a pair of earrings. I really would like to sell them together. I can give you a good price for the set."

Sarah put the stone back on the table and smiled. 

"I am going to lunch. I am not going to spoil this moment by talking about silly money."

"Of course not my dear."

"Don't get up, I'll see myself out."

Sarah stood up and left without another word. She knew how anxious Simon would be not knowing when they would meet again, not knowing whether she wanted the diamonds or not, and it gave her a huge thrill. Outside it started to rain again just as she jumped into a cab. 

"A very beautiful girl Sir. You are a very lucky man, to be sure."

Simon looked at the old man carefully.

"Tell me about these diamonds then. What are you looking to sell them for?"

"These are near perfect stones, and pink stones are incredibly rare. I couldn't let them go for less than two hundred each."

Simon looked at the old man. He had no expression at all on his face. 

"So £300 for all three, or would there be a discount?"

The old man cackled.

"Very funny Sir, but his is Hatton Garden not Rapley's. These stones are worth £100,000 each. They are unique."

Simon went pale and looked down at the diamonds again. He felt a huge rush of adrenalin.

The old man shrugged and started to put the stones back in the velvet purse.

"I think you might have to disappoint the young lady."

Simon started to think about his investments. 

"Give me your best price. Just tell me the very best price you will give me for all three."

The old man looked up with a look of weary exasperation.

"Five hundred and thirty. This isn't an Egyptian bazaar. I don't haggle my prices. That is that. You have to decide."

Simon wiped his hands on the top of his trousers.

"Keep them for me. I will be back, ok?"

The old man nodded, and put the bag back into his drawer.

"I can keep them for three days at that price, with a £5000 deposit. Non returnable."



Back at home Simon rang his stockbroker.

"Henry, its Simon"

"Hi Simon, how are you? Rumour has it you are all loved up."

"Henry, listen. I want you to sell my entire portfolio, everything. Can you do that for me?"

"I can do anything you want me to do Simon. But can I ask why?"

"I just want out of the market. It doesn't feel right out there, and I would prefer some liquidity."

"Well you would certainly be liquid if you sold everything."

"Good, then that is what I want you to do. Out of everything in the next 24 hours, ok?"

"Ok Simon., I will get onto it right away."

Simon put the phone down and looked out of the window. What was he doing? He picked up the phone again. He had to stop this madness. His mobile rang, it was Sarah. Simon held both phones, one in each hand. He had a choice now, a genuine choice.





Chapter 3.

The leaves were falling from the plane trees and the nights were drawing in. Sarah looked in the mirror. Her lipstick a subtle shade of pink matched exactly with her earrings and necklace. A young man, naked and toned, walked approached her from the bed and squeezed her shoulders gently.

Sarah sighed, tilting her head back slowly, her hair tickling his fingers as they massaged her shoulders gently.

"That was nice. Note to self, spend more time in bed with beautiful young men."

Charlie laughed. 

"Come back to bed then."

Sarah sat up right and clapped her hands.

""No, no. I must be strong. Today I am going to have a meeting."

"A meeting. Well, now that is exciting honey."

Sarah put her arms through an exquisite pink and cream bra and reached behind her, fastening the clasp. An hour later she sat in the British Library in a quiet booth watching Simon dry his eyes.

"I am sorry Sarah. I just can't give you anything else, everything has gone now. I can just about pay the minimum amount each month on the store cards and the debts. My bank won't lend me anything more until I start paying off some of my borrowings."

Sarah smiled and took Simon's hands into her lap. Simon started to cry again. This was the first time that Sarah had shown any affection at all since all this had started, and he found it difficult to control his emotions. 

"Shh, shhh. Don't cry now. Let me help you. All you need to do is sell your flat. London house prices are booming at the moment. That will give you more than enough money to pay off all your debts and then you can rent."

Sarah lifted Simon's head up with her hand under his chin and smiled at him with her mouth. Simon looked into her cold eyes and could see no emotion at all. They were shark's eyes. It made him shudder with fear and he felt a stirring that left him breathless with desire.

A month later his solicitor rang.

"Hi Simon, its Fiona here. All done. I've transferred the funds into your account and will send you the Title documents shortly."

"Thanks Fiona, I really appreciate your help."

Simon put the phone down and stared out the window. His heart started racing and he felt the most incredible rush. The phone rang a minute later, it was Sarah.

"Hello Simon, any news." Simon felt his penis press hard against his trousers. He swallowed hard. 

"It's done. Now at last I can start to get everyone off my back."

"There you go. You just needed little old Sarah to help you think straight. Come over for a drink, we can have a little celebration."

"What, you mean at your place Sarah?"

"Of course, why not, it is about time isn't it?" Sarah sounded hollow and distant, she was on hands free sitting astride Charlie, slowly raising and lowering herself as she spoke.

"About seven. See you then." She pushed the button on her mobile and took Charlie into her, right up to the hilt. She was going to cum like a train and scream like a witch. She tightened her pelvic muscles around Charlie's penis which hardened inside her, causing her to gasp.

At 7.32 pm sitting at Sarah's kitchen table Simon pushed the send button. Sarah sat next to him, her arm around his shoulder.

"See. That didn't hurt at all. Now we just have to wait for the little blue circle to stop turning."

They both looked at the screen, transfixed. A moment of unfathomable sexual delight for both of them. The world disappeared, melting away as these two people watched the screen.

(Thank you. You have transferred £842,316 to Miss Sarah Carrington.)

An hour later Simon, naked, on all fours sucked Sarah's right big toe as she sat on her toilet seat, the bathroom door locked.

"Now Simon, time for that celebration drink, and then you leave forever, understood?"

Simon, broken, bankrupt, naked and ruined looked up and nodded, a smile forming on his lips. Sarah stood up pushed him onto his back with her heel and sat astride his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling the hard wiry hairs against his top lip, encouraging him to open his mouth. As the warm salty fluid poured into his mouth large globules of cum splattered against Sarah's back, and ran down the crack between her buttocks. Nothing mattered anymore.



Everything About You



Becca tilted her chin toward the sun and inhaled deeply as its ambient warmth kissed her skin. The soft orange glow penetrated her eyelids filling her with a sense of calm, the likes of which she hadn't felt in days. She bathed in the sun's rays and as she stood there in a moment of silent meditation she felt the tension in her neck and back unwind. All of her stresses seemed to quietly release their grasp on her and just before she opened her eyes again, the beginnings of a smile crept out from the corners of her mouth until her entire face was beaming back at the sun.

She leaned forward on one leg and stretched the back of the other in preparation for her run. Switching legs, Becca could hardly wait to take off and wished it had not been raining for the last three days. This week had been particularly stressful and not being able to exercise only served to compound the negative feelings she was having. She had lost two accounts this week, due to a cavalier employee that did not care for the results of his yearly review and in retaliation had damaged the trust of his clients causing them to withdraw their business.

Becca began reliving the fury she'd felt when she found out and used this anger for motivation to jump from her front porch and dart up the sidewalk. She'd come up with at least twenty-five new nasty epithets for what a sorry excuse for a human being he was, by the time she reached the end of the block. Christof was in her past now and though she was irritated by what his revenge had cost her, she was determined to get both accounts back and actually looking forward to the challenge. She was terrific at selling her company's services and acquiring new accounts, but she'd never been tested on her ability to soothe wary customers and persuade them back.

A sharp whistle sang out from somewhere across the street and Becca turned to see Papa Luigi hosing down the sidewalk in front of his restaurant. She waved back and smiled when he complimented her beauty, in Italian, as he did every time he saw her whether she was running or coming in for supper. Turning her attention back to the sidewalk in front of her, she smiled at an elderly woman walking two tiny dogs and the woman winked at her as they passed. Becca loved this neighborhood and was so glad to be running again that she picked up the pace and lost herself in her body's exertion. Her feet pounding the pavement felt divine and the rush of blood past her ears was a heavenly racket she could listen to for hours. Alive, she thought as she ran, I am so very alive and thank God it isn't raining today.

The familiar six mile route passed quickly and Becca decided to run her normal cool down path instead of walking it. She'd waited days to be outside running again and wasn't ready to stop just yet. She also hesitated to return to her empty house for fear that the loneliness that had haunted her all week would kill the euphoria of her run. Upon making a few extra laps and arriving at the end of the trail, Becca figured she'd have to go home some time and sprinted in that direction. She and Savanna always raced home from the large oak tree at the corner of the park and though Becca always won, it was a little tradition they shared and her loneliness hit her long before she arrived home.

Savanna had been gone all week to consult on a high profile embezzlement case and things just never went well when she was gone. Becca normally tried to drown herself in work and would often run in the evening as well, just to break up the monotony of her empty evening rituals. This week had been especially difficult because the auditors were in and constantly needed information from her to 'promote accuracy' as they put it. Aside from work being hectic, Isabelle was with her grandparents this week in Disney World and Becca missed her terribly. Having the little girl around would have been a wonderful distraction, but Becca was glad she was having fun and knew the four-year old would have missed Savanna if she weren't busy with other things.

The nights were the hardest and Becca had barely slept the first two nights, instead resorting to the assignment her lover had given her. Savanna didn't normally travel for work, but on the few occasions she did she always gave Becca a project to keep her busy in the event that she got lonely. Savanna was always very sweet about it and knew how Becca suffered in her absence, but the same held true for her and she had started the little love tasks for her own benefit as much as for her lover's. The first year, Savanna simply asked Becca to write a little essay about what it was like to kiss her. Becca thought it was ridiculous at first, but when she finally sat down to it she realized how thought provoking it was and as she began to write she felt closer to Savanna somehow.

The more she thought, the closer she was to feeling her lover's full lips and soft tongue on hers. She closed her eyes and could almost taste Savanna and while she wished she didn't have to imagine it, just thinking of the kiss made her feel loved. Becca indulged her memories and she recalled details as minute as loving the say Savanna's tongue swept across her palate sending tiny currents of sensation into her cheekbones. And when she opened her eyes to write these things down she was startled to find her head tilted to the side and slightly back as if she had actually been involved in the kiss instead of simply remembering it.

Several other projects had followed, such as top ten lists of Becca's favorite funny moments in their relationship, or a list of her favorite lovemaking sessions. Becca had begun to enjoy the distractions and more often than not, the simple act of examining their relationship in such vivid detail turned her on to the point of serious physical arousal. She normally had a hard time sleeping and found that masturbation was a great way to relax and fall asleep and had been 'forced' to resort to that each night this week.

She was just reaching the porch when she recalled the time she'd been pleasuring herself when Savanna called to check-in and now giggled at how much fun it had been to share it over the telephone. A soft blush rose to her cheeks as she let herself inside and she giggled again over the ridiculousness of it all. Ordinarily she would race for the shower, but today she grabbed her notebook and took her Gatorade to the breakfast nook and settled into the cushions on the window seat. Becca took a few minutes to gaze out of the large picture window and admired the beauty of her neighbor's rose bushes. It was late spring and everyone's yard was a lush thick green and most flowerbeds boasted bright and colorful perennials. The sky was bright and instantly reminded Becca of her lover's eyes.

Expressive blue eyes, that when examined closely boasted a starburst several shades of gray in the middle surrounded by a bright blue background, was responsible for their color. Becca had seen and felt so many things simply by looking into Savanna's eyes and she recalled their many shapes and colors now. In times of happiness they were a bright and cheerful blue, whereas when she was angry they took on a steely gray color with only a hint of blue. When they narrowed to mere slits, Becca knew she was skeptical about something and when she was surprised the pupils would grow large and give her away. Becca's absolute favorite, though, was the expression of passion in her lover's eyes as they darkened to a deep shade of violet. She had watched the transformation so many times and yet every time it happened, Becca reacted as though it was the first time. She often imagined the feeling of being sucked into a twisting whirlpool might come close to the feeling she got when she looked into her lover's dark passion-filled eyes and it never failed to excite her.

Just thinking of it gave her the motivation to begin on her project. She had sat down to it several times already, but never was able to clear her head and really focus. The topic was: Things That Turn Me On. Becca stared at the bold heading Savanna had scrawled into the notepad and left on her pillow before she stole away quietly for her early morning flight. A vision of those blue eyes flashed across Becca's eyelids the next time she blinked and a tiny jolt of anticipation or pleasure, she wasn't sure which, shot through her nipples.

She instantly began scribbling a list of things that turned her on and when she had finished with the ones that were most obvious to her she stopped and read through them. She was having tons of fun because while Savanna was pretty in touch with what turned her on, there was a whole host of other things they'd never come across or shared with one another. Becca began thinking of everything, even things outside the bedroom and the list grew to three columns on the front page and two on the next. When she'd thought of everything she put the notebook down and went to take her shower. She adjusted the water to run cooler than normal and hoped it would take the sharp edge off of her mounting sexual tension.

Savanna would be home tomorrow morning and Becca always held out at least twenty-four hours before she arrived so that her anticipation could build. Becca loved surprises and though she knew the sex would be good, she always found it more intense if she pined for it and waited for Savanna to take her to the moon when they were reunited after a week-long separation. The shower was refreshing and cooled her down for the moment, but she felt a nagging twitch in her pussy when she slid her lace-topped stockings up her legs and clipped the black garters to them. The list had provoked thoughts that caused her to pull her super tiny thong from the drawer and cinch it up a bit higher than normal.

She felt a little foolish when a picture of her little girl, Isabelle, caught her eye but she figured even moms needed to feel sexy and indulge naughty thoughts once in a while. Which was almost comical, because Becca could barely have a thought that wasn't naughty when Savanna was near and it took all of her willpower to keep things chaste in front of their little girl? They did well enough, though, and only resorted to running to the bedroom and locking the door twice a month or so. Becca pulled on the lacy corset that served to enhance her cleavage and struck several sexy poses in the mirror before heading to the closet to pick out a suit. She suddenly regretted scheduling a meeting today, but knew if she wanted to coax the disgruntled companies back to her account list she'd have to work quickly.

She was packing her briefcase when she saw the 'project' notebook on the bed. Several tingles stirred in her pussy and she quickly grabbed it and tossed it in with her business files. She slammed it closed and latched it without giving herself time to think about why she'd decided to bring it along. There was even something naughty about carrying it around with her, as though someone would be able to tell she carried her innermost secrets in her briefcase with her work-related papers. The absurdity of the feeling finally got the better of her and she realized that was like saying someone would look at her and instantly imagine she was wearing sexy lace lingerie from nipples to toes.

At any rate, just knowing it was there kept her mind on her arousal and she recognized many different stimuli that she'd never paid much attention to before. For instance, every time she pushed the clutch in to shift gears the crotch of her panties would rub deliciously against her softest flesh bringing pleasant sensations and warmth. And whenever she bent forward to sign a document for her secretary or grab a pencil from the cup on her desk, her corset would shift and the lace cups would brush her nipples reminding her of the ever present need to be touched.

Her meeting went well with her ex-clients and she was hopeful that she'd made a good enough case to earn back their business. They promised to call with their decision by day's end and as soon as they left her office she sat down to her notebook and began refining the list of things that turned her on. The same end result occurred now and simply reading over the things she'd written down made her blush and yearn for release at the same time.

Becca was fit to be tied when she finally arrived home and stimulated almost to the point of irritation. She suddenly wished she hadn't promised to wait until Savanna returned, but instead busied herself with things around the house before sitting down to finish her project. Focusing on the things that turned her on did little to help her arousal and to make matters worse they had just switched from flannel sheets to satin, since the weather was warmer. Crawling into bed made her sigh and moan as the soft cool fabric slid effortlessly over her warm skin. She lie on her back, staring up at the swirling fan, in what Savanna called the death pose and could not stop thinking about her nipples. Every breath caused a tiny shift of the sheets and when she looked down she saw the dark shadows beneath them indicating they actually were as hard as she thought they were.

She finally groaned and rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head and whining for the hell of it. Funny thing about whining...it's really not attractive to others, but it really does feel good to indulge yourself every now and then, she thought. She was just giggling about this when the phone rang and startled her. She reached for it quickly, as she did every time Isabelle or Savanna was out of town and answered nervously.

"Hello."

"What are you wearing?" A sultry voice came over the line.

"Mmmmm. You don't even want to know." Becca teased and smiled.

"No, I'm pretty sure I do, even though it's probably that ugly flannel nightgown you're so fond of." Savanna prodded.

"For your information, Madame know it all, I am currently wearing a loose fitting, eight by seven sheet of white satin and a great big smile."

"Ohhh. You're right, I could've gone without the visual I now have, but thanks for indulging me. How was your day?"

"It was good. I went running this morning and lazed about the house until my meeting with JaxGroup."

"And how did that go?" Savanna asked cautiously.

"They were begging me to take them back by the end of the meeting. Apparently some people find me irresistible."

"You don't say." Savanna drawled sarcastically.

Becca giggled and asked, "How was your day?"

"It was horrendous, but now it's over and just talking to you has made it one hundred percent better."

"Well aren't you the charmer tonight?"

"I don't know about that, but I am on the front porch without a house key so what do you say to letting this jet-lagged lady in?"

"What? Oh my God, Savanna! You're home?" Becca shrieked and flew out of bed.

"Yes, now can I come in?" Savanna answered in a child-like whine.

Becca slammed the phone down and flew downstairs, almost crashing into the book table against the wall in her haste. She fumbled with the door locks and slide chain, flinging the door open wide once they were undone.

"Jesus, Becca, the whole neighborhood can see..." Savanna began, but was cut off as Becca leapt into her, wrapping her legs and arms around the stunned woman's waist and neck for leverage as she crushed her lips against the tall blonde's in mid-sentence. Savanna opened to the kiss immediately and instinctively dropped her luggage to embrace the small brunette as she walked blindly into the house, kicking the door closed once inside. She then turned around and pressed the lust-driven woman into the door so she could free up her hands by balancing their weight against it. Savanna reached up and cupped Becca's naked breasts before kissing over her jaw, on her way to the sensitive spot of her neck that rested just below the ear.

"I'm so glad you're home." Becca moaned as strong teeth nibbled along the length of her neck and down her shoulder. She tangled her hands in her lover's hair and eventually pulled her back for another hungry kiss.

"I'm glad to be home. Now why don't you let me catch my breath and get my luggage off of the front porch and I'll be with you momentarily." Savanna bargained as she let Becca slide down the length of the front door, her naked flesh squeaking against the dark wood as she went.

"I was thinking something wild and ragged right here in the foyer, but if you'd rather relax and handle baggage I guess I can go back to bed by myself." Becca said and pouted for effect.

Savanna's knees went weak when Becca's full bottom lip poked out in a sexy pout. That simple expression was her biggest weakness where her lover was concerned and she leaned forward and sucked the lip into her mouth to nibble and love on it. Becca's fingers began unbuttoning her blouse and the anticipation of it all was maddening. Savanna snapped out of her trance momentarily and covered the tiny hands at her blouse.

"Before you strip me naked, I'd really like to bring my bags in. I promise, the second the suitcases hit the bedroom floor I'm all yours, okay?" Savanna asked and was amazed that the previous three kisses had her breathing heavy and spacing her words out to accommodate it.

Becca shot back a radiant smile and Savanna knew she'd just been played. But it didn't bother her in the least and she was just as eager to have the petite woman in her arms again. She watched Becca turn to leave and smacked her naked fanny for which she received a startled gasp and saw the brunette whirl around so quickly her hair fanned out and hit her in the face when she stopped. Savanna simply giggled and waved at her, encouraging her to head upstairs and fight the urge to say something about the swat. Her nipples poked hard into her bra when Becca sauntered toward the stairs and Savanna was captivated by the alternating sway of her hips as she climbed each stair on her way to their bedroom.

She finally sagged against the doorway when her lover was out of sight and instantly brought her hands up to her breasts where she squeezed and massaged them, hoping to take the dull ache away for just a little while as she got her breath. As luck would have it, this only served to stimulate her more and she groaned as she pushed off the door and opened it to retrieve her luggage. She saw one of their neighbors on the sidewalk across the street and thought it strange that he was staring right at her. When she finally recognized who it was and realized he was two houses away from his own home, it dawned on her why he was so interested.

"Hey Max! Nice night, isn't it? Full moon and all." She called out, to let him know he'd been caught watching by throwing the moon comment in, regarding her lover's nudity even though the actual moon was only half full tonight.

"Oh, uh yeah! Nice night." He mumbled and quickly turned toward his home.

She could only chuckle and figured Max seeing Becca's naked form wrapped around her body was probably the most exciting thing that had happened to him since his recent divorce. Savanna was still giggling about it when she trudged upstairs and dumped her baggage on the floor just inside the door. Becca was lying on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed facing the door, her chin resting in her hands.

"Okay the bags have landed...you're all mine. Shoes first." She called out and Savanna raised an eyebrow at the dictate. Internally she was grateful for the commands as she was much too tired to come up with a decent strip-tease on her own and decided to play along. Her hand snaked seductively down her side, over her hip, along her thigh before slipping across a muscular calf and pushing off the heel of her shoe where it dropped to the floor. She straightened slowly never taking her eyes from the big brown eyes that were fixated on her body. Savanna discarded her other shoe in the same way before arching an eyebrow again in question of what she should remove next.




Everything About You



"Suit Jacket." Becca said and only moved her gaze to the article in question when Savanna's hands moved to the buttons of her coat. She started at the top and slowly unbuttoned the garment before pulling it off her shoulders and letting it slide down her back to the floor.

"Skirt."

Savanna turned around and slowly lowered the zipper of her skirt before hooking her thumbs in the waistband and pushing it down one excruciatingly slow inch at a time. She was now standing in her black stockings and white silk blouse that stood open from the middle of her chest and up and turned back toward the bed. She reached up to remove it before she was asked, but was startled when Becca spoke up.

"No! I want to do that. Come here."

Every step she took toward the bed elevated her pulse and caused friction in her pussy that was now damp with anticipation. Becca rose to her knees and scooted to the edge of the mattress where Savanna was standing and began unbuttoning her blouse. Her hands trembled slightly and a heady feeling of excitement swept through her as more of the tall woman's chest was exposed. When the final button was undone Becca reached inside the blouse and flattened her palms against the skin beneath Savanna's ribcage. The blonde sucked in on the contact and slowly exhaled as the small hands slid up her ribs until they bumped the underside of her breasts and then slid around the back to unclasp her bra.

It was a liberating experience when her breasts were freed of their binding and Becca's hands slid around front again until they were cupping the large orbs. Savanna's nipples were already excited, but her lover's touch inspired them to strain even further so that they might directly receive the soft touches provided by the fingers that were now so near. Becca tilted her head up and leaned slightly forward meeting Savanna's lips halfway. The instant their tongues met, Becca's thumbs raked across the center of her lover's breasts and a bolt of sexual energy shot from each of Savanna's nipples directly to her sex. Her fire had been lit on the front porch when Becca jumped into her arms, but the instant Becca touched her nipples that fire was effectively doused with gasoline and became a raging inferno. Savanna's hands shot into Becca's hair and clamped down tilting her head slightly to the side so that the kiss became deeper and more urgent.

Their bodies curved toward each other and the added contact brought forth a moan from both women, filling the room with the sweet sound of kissing as sporadic moans floated about. When Becca sucked Savanna's tongue into her mouth and then nibbled at it the tall blonde wrapped her arms tightly around her and pushed her back on the slippery sheets. Their tongues never stopped, however, and the sudden urge to please and be pleased was overwhelming. Becca clawed at Savanna's blouse to remove it and threw it to the ground before sliding the loose bra from long slender arms and added it to the pile on the floor. Savanna moved to straddle her and Becca simply laid there staring up at her most prized asset, as though everything was now happening in slow motion.

"You are so beautiful to me." Becca said in a no nonsense tone of voice.

Savanna's heart soared and the way Becca was looking up at her left no doubt in her mind that she really felt that way. Savanna had always been critical of her body, but Becca once described her as a lithe, athletic, goddess with perfect breasts. And tonight she even felt beautiful as she received Becca's long sweeping stares of appreciation, without a trace of the nervousness she used to feel. Becca's hands went to Savanna's knees that rested on either side of her torso and slowly ran up the muscular thighs until she reached the top of the stockings.

"Hot or cold?" Becca asked and at first Savanna didn't understand. But when Becca's fingers went to the garters she finally realized she was asking if Savanna preferred to keep her stockings on or have them removed. She smiled when she remembered complaining about the unbearable heat she experienced whenever she wore stockings during their lovemaking and suddenly loved Becca more for remembering.

"Hot." Savanna said and Becca unhooked the elastic straps in the front before lifting her lover's backside and unclasping the back straps as well. She pulled the top of the stockings down to her knees and abandoned them for now. Her hands then ran up well-muscled thighs and over Savanna's firm ass, stopping at the small of her back to pull the woman down on top of her. Savanna leaned forward and braced her elbows on either side of Becca's face where their lips met softly at first. Teasingly brushing and touching the other's with a fleeting sweep of the tongue. Nipping at the other and smiling when almost caught by searching teeth before pulling away just in time and diving back immediately in retaliation.

The playful mood was unmistakable and Savanna knew she was getting to Becca when she covered the smaller woman's breasts with her hands and received two reactions simultaneously. A long moan left her lips as narrow hips lifted against the juncture of Savanna's legs. She ground back slightly and worried the breasts beneath her palm with gentle brushes and the slightest of pinches to awaken and arouse, but not overly stimulate. Becca's breasts were quite sensitive and Savanna was hoping to build her up slowly tonight. She then rose and stood on the bed with a foot on either side of Becca's hip and slowly pushed her stockings down to her ankles and off her feet.

Becca actually licked her lips as her lover's endless legs were revealed one slow inch at a time and she suddenly wished she were a pair of stockings albeit a pair that were being slid on rather than off. When Savanna was finished she used one of the black stockings to blindfold Becca and the simple sight of her tiny lover's huge smile when she did caused her breath to catch in her throat. She figured the blindfold still afforded the brunette a little vision, but was encouraged by the way she spread her arms and legs wide inviting her to take everything she wanted.

Savanna's hands trembled slightly when she dragged her knuckles from Becca's throat to her belly button and back up through the smooth valley between her breasts. She stroked every inch of her torso, careful to avoid the excited nipples, feeling an enormous sense of pride in the way a million tiny goose bumps rose in the wake of her caresses. Becca shivered from the light touching and began feeling around in front of her like a blind person. Savanna evaded her searching hands and ducked her head to swipe her tongue across the turgid nipple before her.

"Oh!" Becca cried out in surprise and her hands flew to her head and buried themselves in her auburn locks as pleasure rolled into her chest.

Savanna smiled and sucked the excited nubbin into her mouth alternating between suckling and swirling her tongue over it until she thought her lover might pull out a handful of hair. She released the treat and attacked its counterpart next, bringing forth a sharp moan and shiver from the smaller woman. Becca's hands suddenly moved into her hair and while Savanna's didn't really mind having her face ground into the lush bounty beneath her, she wanted to take her time tonight.

She took as much of the creamy flesh into her mouth as she could and lifted her head until the contact was broken with a loud pop, causing Becca to shudder and pout.

"I can't believe you're teasing me when it's been so long since I've had you." Becca whined in a small voice and Savanna nipped at her abdomen. She jerked in surprise and really enjoyed the darkness provided by the stocking over her eyes. The gentle bites and long wet licks being placed across her belly made her body hum in anticipation of her lover's descent. Becca's pussy was throbbing hard and she desperately needed some kind of contact to take her pleasure to the next level.

"Yes honey, four days of abstinence must have been absolute torture." Savanna drawled against her stomach and Becca growled back at her for the tease. She raised her hips in an attempt to gauge her partner's location and decided to throw her a curve.

"Come to think of it, I didn't miss it as much as I thought I would, so take your time and play all you want."

Coy little minx, Savanna thought to herself and decided to research the accuracy of this statement. She drove her tongue straight for her lover's clit that was already so excited it was visibly reaching out to her. The reaction she received decried the brunette's previous statement and Savanna smiled in satisfaction.

Becca instantly felt faint as her body jolted hard upon the electric contact of Savanna's tongue on her clit. A strangled yell escaped her throat and she grasped the hands that were gently cradling her hips on either side. She was certain her knuckles were white as she clung to her lover through the quickly rising tide of joy inside her.

Savanna had only intended to prove Becca wrong with a single tempting lick, but she was lost to all calculated thought the instant she tasted her lover's arousal. Intoxicating and intense were two words she might have used if asked to describe the unique taste of her small friend. And like a piece of metal to a magnet Savanna's tongue refused to part contact with the excited button, her own rising excitement pushing her to quicken the movements of her tongue.

Becca was writhing beneath her and Savanna was vaguely aware of a sudden exhalation of breath, as the small woman had a habit of holding her breath when she was excited and distracted this way. The most pressing issue for Savanna at this time, however, was the vice-like grip the woman had on her hands. It was becoming painful and she finally wrenched free and brought her hands into play for added joy.

Becca's backside launched off the mattress when Savanna entered her swiftly and she almost admonished her for the distraction. She had been on the verge of climax with the blonde's tongue on her clit and when those fingers pushed into her the sensation was reduced and enhanced at the same time. She felt more pleasure overall, but it was not as concentrated as it had been a moment earlier and she felt her climax falling away from her. It was a silly round of thoughts, really, because the end result whenever she reached it would be ten times better than where she'd just been headed and she knew it.

Savanna was in heaven and incredibly pleased with her decision to take a late flight home tonight instead of waiting until morning. She'd dreamt of nothing more than getting home to Becca from the moment she boarded the plane to leave four days prior and this was the best welcome home she could have hoped for. She was enjoying herself immensely but suddenly hungered to hear her lover scream her name. She added a third finger slowly and loved the way Becca's inner muscles drew her in ever further. A woman's inner workings were astounding and she felt her own muscles contracting in rhythm to her fingers pumping in and out of her lover.

Becca took in three quick breaths just before something deep inside her snapped. It was like throwing a rock into a mine field and each massive explosion disturbed another coiled bomb nearby that exploded in turn. One after the other these explosions gripped her body and shook her violently until there was nothing more than a loud ringing in her ears coupled with twitching exhausted limbs. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest and she fought to control her erratic breathing.

Savanna moved up to lie beside her panting lover and swelled with pride and admiration as Becca slowly came down. She brushed the dark strands of hair from the smaller woman's sweat stained cheek and placed a soft kiss in its place. Her heart was beating wildly also and she was as satisfied as she ever needed to be just seeing Becca in such a state of bliss. The relaxed almost sleepy daze on her face was worthless without the tiny half smile on her lips, as the final remnants of her climax pulsed through her at random.

"I love you, Becca." She whispered against the light freckles on her cheek.

"Yes, Savanna, my entire body is corroborating that statement right now. You will not get any arguments from me." She said softly and turned to face her.

"So you lied when you said you didn't miss me as much as you thought you would?" Savanna asked and removed the blindfold.

Becca's teeth raked over her bottom lip as she contemplated her answer.

"Yes, I lied, but only because you were mocking my desire for you."

"I still think you should pay for lying." Savanna said and Becca saw something mischievous flash in her eyes. She couldn't be sure what it meant, but had a feeling it would be good no matter what.

"What did you have in mind?" She asked, carefully eyeing the blonde woman. A radiant smile of victory washed over Savanna's face and she winked back at Becca.

"The patio." Savanna confessed triumphantly and Becca suddenly understood. Her lover was always trying to talk her into having semi-public sex and while it really turned her on she usually felt too self-conscious to lose herself in the moment. But the effects of Savanna's mouth on her sex were still quite fresh in her mind and the thought of having her talented tongue there again was a temptation too delicious to resist.

"You get the quilt and I'll meet you out there." She conceded and almost laughed out loud at the tall blonde's childish reaction. Savanna's eyes grew wide in excitement and disbelief and she practically ran to the cedar chest in the hall to retrieve the aforementioned quilt. Becca fully intended to beat her to the upstairs deck, but was having difficulty getting her legs to cooperate and smiled at her shakiness. It was really fantastic to be loved so thoroughly that the simple act of walking was hampered by it, she thought to herself.

When she felt steadier she padded down the hall and felt the anticipation flutter in her belly at the thought of making love outside the comfort and privacy of their home. Becca had completely made up her mind and wound herself up for it by the time she reached the sliding glass door, but the second her foot landed on the patio she felt a shiver of trepidation and instantly remembered she was naked and in view from the waist up. She dropped to her knees quickly, hoping no one had seen her over the low railing, and lay down to further hide herself.

"Wow!" Savanna said with big laughing eyes. "Are you the same woman that practically tackled me in the nude on the front porch?"

"Stop it! You know this humiliates me." Becca said nervously.

Savanna's eyes were not laughing now and Becca realized her error in suggesting the tall blonde had any desire to make her uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm just really nervous and now that I look around I see how stupid it is to be nervous. There's no possible way for anyone to see us unless you plan to take me on the picnic table, but I can't help but feel exposed."

"You are exposed, Becca, and that's what makes it fun. I'm not asking you to make love to me on the front lawn with a spotlight sweeping the sky to attract attention. I just wanted to be outside and drive you crazy beneath the stars." Savanna explained.

Becca softened immediately and while a million thoughts were running through her mind she instantly pressed her lips to Savanna's to narrow the scope of thoughts to a manageable level. Her kisses became more ardent when she felt her lover resisting the advance, as though she still wanted to explain something.

"I'm through talking to you Savanna, now kiss me back or I'm going in the house!" She grumbled into the blonde woman's mouth.

Something about the way she said it convinced Savanna that she was free of whatever doubts she may have had and her mouth opened to the brunette's searching tongue. There was also an unmistakable sense of need in her advance and it turned Savanna on when she realized that need was for her. Their tongues danced in an enticing and familiar pattern and Savanna opened her eyes when she felt Becca crawling on top of her gently. The weight was not at all uncomfortable, but it was different this time since the mattress usually absorbed some of it and the floor beneath her offered no give.

She felt wonderfully pinned to the hardwood deck by her lover's lush body and the contrast of soft and hard made her head swim. Becca wasted little time bringing soft moans and shudders to her lover by working the sensitive spot of Savanna's neck with her tongue and teeth. Her hands were everywhere smoothing the length of her sides, arms, hips and breasts. Savanna's body slowly came alive beneath her touch and she thrust her hips up bumping Becca's mound in the process. She did this again and the small brunette moved out of her reach to remove the possibility of contact, which confused the blonde woman.

Savanna lifted her hips and moved her body so that she might gain relief in the form of grinding pressure. She pressed forward again and this time when she bumped Becca she felt a sharp pain at the top of her thigh.

"Ouch!" She cried and suddenly realized her garter had been snapped on purpose. "What the hell was that for?" She asked angrily and lifted her shoulders to argue face to face.

Becca pushed her down roughly and responded, "If you get your way on being outside then I will have my way on how this goes from here on out."

Savanna had never seen her take charge this way and while it was a huge surprise she found herself reacting positively. She couldn't believe the betrayal of her body as her nipples grew painfully hard, despite the stinging pain that was slowly spreading around the sensitive welt. Savanna was a total control freak and though she and Becca normally took equal share in pleasuring each other she had always figured if anyone would dominate it would be her. She decided to test her lover's resolve in her new role and grabbed her hips forcing her down onto her aching pussy.

Again she received a sharp stinging snap from the garter atop her other thigh and it was so sharp she slammed her head into the patio when she jerked back.

"Dammit, Becca!" She said, wanting to be angry but immediately feeling a trickle of her own excitement slide from her pussy and onto her ass. Oh my God, she thought, I am totally getting off on being abused. What the hell is wrong with me?

"You asked for that one fair and square. Now are you going to insist on challenging me throughout or let me have my way with you like a good little girl?" Becca came back at her with a playful undertone and a no nonsense edge.

Savanna couldn't even look her in the eye and simply turned her head to the side in concession. It was absurd, in her mind, that she would willingly let anyone treat her this way, but there was no mistaking her body's response and that was the ruling majority at this point in time. She then felt a soft hand covering her mouth when Becca bit her nipple hard causing her to cry out into her palm. The pain was awful and tears stung her eyes at first, but the next thing she felt was soft wet warmth closing over the abused nipple soothing the pain away. The speed and utter surrender of pain to pleasure was mind boggling and she felt herself unwinding one tiny thread at a time beneath her lover's tongue.

The biting continued and in no time at all Savanna was half expecting to climax the next time Becca's teeth clamped down on her. She was breathing heavily and desperately clutching the leg of a patio chair as if it was the last piece of sanity she had. Becca hovered over her nipple and Savanna steeled herself for the pain she expected to shoot through it at any moment, but looked up in surprise when nothing more than a hot breath was exhaled over it. Her eyes locked onto big brown eyes that danced with love and mischief as Becca backed away from her.




Everything About You



Savanna saw her head lowering to her pussy and nearly panicked when she imagined those teeth abusing her clit the way they had her nipples. She opened her mouth in protest, but the only sound to come out was a whimper when Becca licked a torturously slow trail up her slit and then back down again. In all her life she had never been closer to coming on the first touch than she was now and she feared the next one would do her in. But the next one never came and Becca moved to her thighs to kiss and caress the top of her them where her skin was now raised in a pink zigzag line from her garters snapping against them.

As it had with her nipples, Becca's tongue bathed the pain away and left pleasure tingling in its place. Savanna still wasn't sure she liked how it had all come about but could not deny that she was in love with the way she felt right now. Becca kissed all around her garter belt and over her quivering belly until Savanna was ready to scream for more. And as she had from the moment they'd met, Becca instinctively sensed what she needed and kissed her way back to Savanna's aching sex. The blonde woman froze when she felt that warm tongue caressing her slick folds again. She was teetering on the brink of climax and knew that if her lover's tongue reached her clit she would lose it.

But again, Becca avoided it and instead licked feather-light caresses all over her mound pulling her attention away from her throbbing clit and allowing her to continue the precarious balancing act. She positioned her pinky at Savanna's eager entrance and entered her slowly. It was just enough attention to notice, but not enough to merit a significant boost in sensation.

"Quit playing around." Savanna groaned in frustration, finally opening her eyes to see countless tiny stars twinkling back at her.

"Don't be angry, love. I'm getting there." Becca teased and wiggled her finger to distract her some more. She thoroughly enjoyed having Savanna in this frenzied and almost incoherent state of desire and wondered why she'd never teased her this way before. The sight of her lover biting her own knuckles to stifle any cries of passion was much sexier than the sounds she bit back would have been, and Becca's stomach tightened with desire just watching.

She could tell how hard Savanna was working by the glistening sheen of sweat that now covered her taut body and she couldn't resist the urge to taste it. She licked a slow trail up her abdomen and replaced her pinky with her middle and forefinger bringing her lover directly back to the edge of heaven and hell. Becca wondered if Savanna was working so hard to refrain from coming or if her exertion was to help herself reach orgasm. No matter, she thought, she's earned it and I am ready to indulge her.

Savanna thought she would die when Becca began driving deep into her body. She was desperate for release and as the depth and pace were increased so was the intensity of her passion. The tension near her spine was spreading up her back and her hips thrust against Becca's pumping fingers. She jerked her head to the side in surprise when she felt a warm breath on her cheek. She had been so consumed by the fires raging inside her that she hadn't noticed the smaller woman leaning towards her, until their faces were almost touching.

Savanna knew she must have looked like a wanton whore to Becca, but damned if she could help it at this point. She would have sold her soul to the devil for the opportunity to be rid of the maddening drum of desire pulsing through her.

"You are so sexy." Becca whispered directly against her ear and before Savanna could react a third finger was added to her enflamed pussy and once inside all movement stopped completely.

"Please." She whimpered when Becca slowed her hand.

"Please what?"

"Take me, Becca, please."

Becca wanted to hold out longer, but the blonde's desperation was obvious and Becca didn't want to overplay her hand tonight. She kissed her way down the valley of Savanna's chest and paused at her belly button to trace a heart around it before continuing her southbound journey. She then blew a current of air over the pale tuft of curls before plunging her tongue past Savanna's outer lips and straight for her throbbing clit. Becca's fingers pumped furiously into her lover as her tongue worried the center of Savanna's universe until everything beneath her began to clench and quiver out of control.

Savanna cried out loudly as her climax drilled into her over and over again. She tensed until her muscles were on the verge of cramping and remained this way until they finally released her to the languorous and limp world of recovery. She felt like a trauma patient who was in cardiac arrest and being jolted back to life with electric paddles, as several sporadic aftershocks shook her without her permission. Though her eyes were tightly closed she could still see the patterns of the stars above, only this time they were darting here and there against her eyelids.

Becca moved up beside her and snuggled into her before pulling the excess quilt over them and relaxing completely. Savanna wanted to hold her, but was fairly certain she couldn't have lifted her arms if her life depended on it. Instead she turned her head and saw the top of Becca's that was resting on her shoulder. She placed a gentle kiss against her auburn crown and sighed contentedly before closing her eyes and falling asleep.

Savanna awoke to a strange clicking noise and opened her eyes in an attempt to distinguish what was causing it, but was blinded by the overbearing brightness of the morning sun in her eyes. She squinted hard and tried to bring her hand up to cover them, but found it was trapped. She tried again and when a sleepy moan was heard she realized Becca was lying on her arm. Suddenly she didn't care to know what the clicking noise was, though she suspected it was birds on the railing, as long as it didn't wake her tired lover.

Her eyes slowly adjusted and when she turned her head to look at Becca, she smiled and nearly laughed out loud at what she saw. The petite woman's lips were moving rhythmically, much the same way a baby's does as they sleep and dream of nursing. At first Savanna thought it was cute, but as memories of those lips on her own breasts last night filled her mind, the cuteness disappeared and became sexy. She was enjoying the sight and slowly moved her index finger to Becca's lips and brushed them softly. She gasped in surprise when they parted and closed around her finger sucking it all the way in. It was now blatantly obvious that the tiny brunette had been awake all the while.

"Very funny, you little minx." She said softly and watched those big brown eyes open slowly. Savanna watched helplessly as Becca's cheeks hollowed in as her mouth sucked the finger in further before swirling it with her tongue. The sight was unlike anything she'd ever seen and she felt her nipples responding quickly. Becca drew back slowly allowing the finger to fall from her lips before smiling sweetly and winking at the blonde woman.

"Good morning, Blondie."

"Good morning, love." Savanna responded and pulled Becca's face forward in an attempt to kiss her. As always, Becca broke free with a giggle and tickled her ribs before getting up and opening the sliding glass door. Savanna groaned at the denial, but wasn't surprised by it in the least. As long as she and Becca had been together, the tiny brunette had always refused to kiss her until she'd brushed her teeth in the morning. Savanna never thought it was that big of a deal, but Becca was firm about it and she knew all the arguing in the world wasn't going to change her mind.

"Get up, lazy bones. We're going for a run." She called out over her shoulder as she headed for her toothbrush. Savanna's head dropped back to the deck and she winced on the contact. She ran her fingers over her scalp and found a knot there from last night, which wasn't really funny but it made her laugh when she remembered how it got there. She finally pulled herself up off the deck and wrapped the quilt around her before leaning against the railing and surveying the neighborhood.

Max was smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk and when he saw her he looked embarrassed. Savanna enjoyed his bashful response so she waved at him politely and then brazenly turned around and dropped the comforter, revealing her naked back from the middle of her ass and up. She slowly strolled inside and smiled wide when she heard choked coughing from the street below, as Max inhaled improperly and paid the price.

Savanna dressed quickly and was on the front porch lacing up her shoes when Becca came out and began stretching. She was almost finished stretching and Savanna hadn't even started.

"Are you ready, yet?" Becca asked anxiously as she almost bounced in anticipation.

"Almost. You sure are impatient this morning." 

"Hurry up, Van, I'm ready to go!" Becca said excitedly as she bounded off the front porch.

Savanna smiled at her exuberance and wondered what had gotten into her. Becca had been acting silly and giddy all morning, but Savanna loved it when she was like this and hopped off the porch to catch up to her. They ran their normal route of six miles and decided to walk through the park on the way home to cool down. They held hands and Becca walked them off the path stopping behind a large tree where kissed the tall blonde fervently. She even reached up for a quick grope of her lover's breasts and groaned when she finally lowered her hands.

"What's gotten into you today?" Savanna finally asked, unable to stand the suspense.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Aren't I always this much fun?"

"Yes, honey. You are non-stop sunshine!" Savanna said sarcastically.

"Okay, smartass, I get it. I'm just glad it's Saturday and I get to spend two whole days with you all to myself. I'm glad we finally have a chance to be alone, even though I really miss Belle."

"Me too, but I guarantee Isabelle is having loads of fun at Disney World." Savanna agreed and kissed her once more before darting off in the direction of their home.

Becca started after her and quickly realized Savanna wasn't jogging but was actually running at full speed. She sprinted hard and caught up to her a few doors down from their home. Becca really turned it on then and, as she did every time she passed her on a run, smacked the blonde's backside in victory. She hurriedly unlocked the front door and ran into the foyer.

She was out of breath and bent at the waist supporting her weight with her hands on her knees when Savanna reached her. Becca screamed when she felt breasts at her back and strong arms around her waist pulling her up quickly, followed by hot lips descending on the base of her neck. Once she was standing upright Savanna's hands were all over her and when Becca realized warm fingertips were moving beneath the elastic of her sports bra she quickly broke free and ran up the stairs. She heard her lover give chase and felt soft hands at her waist just as she entered the bedroom. They crashed onto the bed together and reached for each other hungrily.

"What do I get for winning?" Becca panted even as Savanna placed kiss after kiss over her sweaty skin.

"What do you want?" Savanna asked, her question broken up between kisses.

"An upside down kiss." Becca said quietly as her chest rose and fell with her shortness of breath from the run.

Savanna wasn't sure she'd heard correctly and looked up to see if she could tell from Becca's expression. She saw a definite twinkle in her eyes, but the most telling thing was the way her teeth raked over her bottom lip. As long as Savanna had known her, Becca did this when she was anticipating things like the answer to a question or listening for someone to pick up a call she was placing. It was ultra sexy and a little bit child-like in Savanna's opinion and she desperately wished she could catch her doing it and snap a photo to keep with her always.

"Did you say an upside down kiss?" Savanna asked, momentarily forgetting her seduction and getting lost in the peculiar request.

Becca nodded slowly as her teeth abused her lip in earnest anticipation. Savanna was perplexed and wondered what had given her the idea, but figured it was an interesting request, and if it was unpleasant they'd cross it off their imaginary list of things to do again. She lowered her head and licked a slippery trail from Becca's breastbone, past the smooth hollow of her neck and up to her chin where she stopped to nip at it before stealing the lush bottom lip from her lover's teeth. Savanna sucked it into her mouth loving the feel of plump squishy flesh and she always nibbled it until she felt the brunette smile causing it to thin and tighten between her teeth.

She looked into her lover's smiling face and the instantaneous joy that surged from her heart threatened to bring tears to her eyes. Loving Becca was just like that, though, and she'd experienced the full weight of it in other instances as well. Just two weeks ago she'd been unloading the dishwasher and looked up to see Becca peeking at her around the corner. Savanna had no idea how long she'd been standing there, but the look on Becca's face told her she was content to stand there and watch her forever. Being watched with such devotion and admiration was powerful and made her feel like a goddess.

Savanna suddenly wanted to please Becca and maneuvered her body until her face hovered over Becca's, their foreheads and chins opposing. Her hands were on either side of Becca's head and they simply stared at one another and adjusted to seeing each other from this vantage point. Becca's hands curled gently around Savanna's wrists by her ears and she tilted her chin slightly up, indicating that she was tired of just looking and needed more. Savanna felt a shiver race down her spine and wondered how this could be as exciting as it was, but didn't spend much time on the thought before she began lowering her head.

Becca could feel the blonde's sweet breath on her face and took in every tiny wrinkle and freckle as Savanna looked down on her. When she tilted her head up, she watched her lover's eyes grow cloudy as they darkened to the deepest of blues. A thrill raced through her to know she could bring on such a reaction and she slowly closed her eyes as Savanna grew closer. The time between her eyes closing and their lips touching seemed like forever, but the agony of waiting was obliterated by the spiky electricity each woman felt upon contact.

Two years together with countless kisses shared and yet this time was somehow different. The comfort and ability to thoughtlessly kiss someone had been removed and the dynamics were surprising in this respect. Becca found that when she stuck her tongue to Savanna's lip, the top of her tongue was now experiencing a soft full bottom lip rather than the firm thin top lip it was used to. The exploration was amazing in its languid pace and it was a pleasant surprise to find that she didn't know every nook and cranny of her lover's mouth, as she'd previously thought. She tongued along her bottom teeth and tasted beneath Savanna's tongue as her lover did the same to her.

Savanna whimpered when she tasted minty traces of Becca's toothpaste beneath her tongue and searched for more which led to other tiny treasures she'd never known. Amazingly, the kiss was all-encompassing and neither woman's hands roamed wildly or distracted them from their sweet exploration of the other's mouth. It was, in essence, like a mini-lovemaking session involving nothing more than lips, tongue and teeth and Savanna prayed that this would not be the first and last time she experienced it.

Becca's head swam with the delirium of the kiss and when Savanna finally pulled away their breaths were ragged and heavy. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and subconsciously ran her tongue along her bottom lip in search of any trace of Savanna. The power of a kiss like that could be dangerous, she thought, and suddenly gasped as hard teeth nipped at her breast. The sharpness of that pleasure finally penetrated the fog she had been lost in and when Savanna bit down on her nipple again Becca's eyes shot open in surprise.

She couldn't believe they were so hard from their previous kiss, but she didn't feel so bad when she saw that Savanna's were just as hard and conveniently poised directly over her face. Becca turned her face toward one and positioned her mouth beneath the nipple straining valiantly against the tight white fabric of Savanna's sports bra. She waited patiently until the next time Savanna clamped onto her nipple and reciprocated in turn at the same moment.

The woman above her gasped in surprise and immediately released her nipple, but Becca was not so kind. She held on gently and soaked the white material with her tongue as her teeth gently pulsed around it. A telling moan issued from Savanna's parted lips and as she adjusted to the pleasant stimulation she returned to Becca's nipples. They alternated and occasionally mimicked the others actions which brought infinite shivers and jerks as they teased through clothing.

Savanna was enjoying the little game, but her pussy was now screaming for attention and if she didn't do something about it, or distract herself at the very least, she knew she'd go insane. She waited for Becca to release her nipple and then began licking her way down the firm abdomen beneath her. The salty film on Becca's skin was addicting and while she could have enjoyed it all day she had tastier treats on her mind now. Savanna felt her pulse quicken when she slid her hand beneath the waistband of Becca's shorts. She felt like a naughty child who'd crept downstairs Christmas Eve and was opening her gifts before it was time, but secretly loved the forbidden feel of it all.

Becca's body tensed in anticipation as soft fingers pressed into her abdomen and ducked beneath her shorts. She chewed her bottom lip and waited for Savanna's reaction when her fingers discovered there were no panties there. The instant those fingers reached the top of her trim auburn bush Becca held her breath and all forward progress halted. She would've given anything to know what Savanna was thinking, but could only lie there and wonder as her heart pounded against her chest.

Savanna groaned when she realized her lover had gone commando this morning and wished she would have known while they were running. It would have given her plenty of fodder for sexy mental images during their morning exercise. No matter, she thought, it's turning me on plenty right now and at least here I can do something about it. Her hand darted forward then and cupped her lover's mound, pressing the heel of her hand against Becca's clit while her middle finger slipped inside her wet entrance.

"Holy God!" Becca cried as all of her attention quickly traveled to her sexual center. She wasn't expecting the sudden penetration, and felt her body responding faster than usual. When Savanna began rocking her hand up and down, the sensation was maddening and she couldn't remember anything quite like it. She suddenly remembered their positioning and reached for Savanna's backside. She massaged and kneaded the muscular globes of her well-toned ass before tugging the flimsy running shorts and panties down until they rested just behind her head.

Becca had a difficult time focusing on Savanna, due to the intensity of her own pleasure but managed to convey to her lover that she wanted to participate. She grabbed the taller woman's firm ass and pulled her down until her pussy was a mere breath away. Gorgeous, she thought and felt herself salivating when the blonde's aroma wafted over her like a summer breeze.

She felt her own shorts being pushed away now and knew her lover was preparing to taste her as well. A sudden twinge of competitive excitement rushed through Becca and she pulled Savanna firmly down, sealing her lips over the dewy flower before her. The initial taste was sharp, but completely overridden by the intense heat against her tongue. Becca almost pulled away, so surprised was she by the heat, but with a mind of its own her tongue thrust forward seeking more.




Everything About You



Savanna froze when Becca's mouth captured her sensitive inner lips and she forgot for a moment what she'd been doing as jagged bolts of pleasure spread across her hips. The initial tension in her muscles slowly unwound as her lover's tongue searched out her treasures and only then was she able to remember her previous train of thought. She resumed the task of removing Becca's shorts and lowered her lips to the puffy gaping lips of the brunette's now soaked pussy. She had every intention of taking her time, but that was blown to hell when Becca sucked her clit inside her mouth and thrashed it with her tongue sending wild fits of pleasure out in all directions.

Savanna dove onto her lover's shiny lips and sucked them, one at a time, into her mouth which sent Becca's hips quivering. Her nipples brushed carelessly over the brunette's taut abdomen, adding to the wild mess of lovely feelings now swirling in her own belly. She was growing dangerously close to orgasm and wanted Becca to come with her. Wrapping her arm around a rock hard thigh, Savanna poised two fingers at her lover's entrance now standing proudly open for delightful intruders such as these. She worried she wouldn't be able to catch Becca up to her current level of arousal, but decided to go for the gold and attacked her clit with her tongue while simultaneously entering her body in one swift push.

"Saaa...vaaa...naaaaaa..." Becca drawled with precious little grace as the world around her disappeared. All that existed for her now was the woman above her and the pleasure she was inspiring with her talented tongue and fingers.

Savanna smiled wickedly as the unintended praise infused her very soul. She continued loving the now exposed nubbin with her tongue and watched in fascination as Becca's silky walls attempted to hold her thrusting fingers in each time they moved to withdraw. The sight became all the more erotic when she felt her own delicate lips invite stiff fingers inside her body and hold on for dear life. Becca then nibbled her clit ever so lightly and it sent a jagged ripple of joy across her lithe frame. She mirrored the action and was pleased to see, what she could only hope was the same feeling washing over Becca's body.

They took turns teasing and pleasuring in this way of copycatting the other's lusty attention and Becca sent up a prayer that it would never end. She knew the prayer was in vain, but couldn't help but want to stay like this forever. She absolutely adored tasting and teasing Savanna's pussy and was of the opinion that a vagina was originally created with a loving mouth in mind. She felt her lover's fingers angle up inside her and received a dull thrum of pleasure as her innermost bundle of sensitive nerves was skillfully massaged.

Savanna felt Becca's muscles begin a gentle pulsing and knew it wouldn't be long now. A sense of impending triumph grew in her as she thought of her petite lover tumbling down the mountain of bliss first. Her arrogance, however, distracted her just enough that she didn't realize how close she was and before she could do anything about it her muscles locked and every nerve in her body sounded off at the same time. There was no cognizant thought to what her limbs were doing, as pleasure engulfed her as completely as a black hole, but in her release she unwittingly drove her fingers deep inside her lover pressing firmly against Becca's well stimulated g-spot forcing her release as well.

Becca was unprepared for her climax, as she'd expected nothing if Savanna reached the pinnacle before she did and was distracted from her current ministrations. As it happened though, she was able to enjoy the beginnings of her lover's climax for a few delicious moments before her own steamrolled her unsuspecting body. She rarely achieved orgasm in this manner, but had been so turned on by the whole scene that she was powerless to deny the sensations Savanna conjured up. It was a different kind of ultimate pleasure that failed to rock her body mercilessly, but instead fulfilled her by way of rich warm molasses pulsing through her limbs, sweetening every excitable part of her body clear up to her lips that now throbbed in time to her heartbeat.

Again, she wished the feeling could last forever but abandoned all hope as the intensity of her pleasure slowly waned leaving her satisfied and sensitive to the touch. Savanna collapsed on top of her and they lie together with their heads between each other's knees struggling for breath and mental focus. Becca seemed to recover more quickly and couldn't resist the urge to lick tiny circles over Savanna's inner thigh.

"Stop." Savanna mumbled as her body twitched in response.

Becca waited a second or two before repeating and was admonished again.

"I mean it."

Of course you do, Becca thought and again licked the smooth skin producing yet another strong jerk from the sweaty body covering hers.

"Babyyyyy." Savanna whined impatiently.

"Don't whine, love. You're much too old for that sort of behavior." Becca scolded and pinched her ass for emphasis.

"I swear, Becca. If I could trust my limbs to cooperate I'd be tickling the hell out of you right now."

"Empty threats, Blondie. Now roll off of me so I can start on breakfast." She replied and again pinched the round bottom above her.

"How can you possibly think of food at a time like this?" Savanna asked as Becca rolled her to the bed, freeing her enough to get up.

"That's simple. My gorgeous wife kept me up half the night making love to me and I am running desperately low on energy."

"Is that so?" Savanna asked, smiling proudly.

"Yes that's so, and she'll be coming home any minute now so hurry up and get out of here before you get me in trouble...she'll flip her lid if she finds you here."

"Hilarious, Becca. Side-splittingly funny and all that boloney." Savanna said and rolled her eyes.

They spent the day in bathrobes watching old movies while snuggled together in the overstuffed loveseat they always fought over. Between tickle wars, wrestling matches and spontaneous lovemaking they planned the rest of their weekend, which really only consisted of Sunday since they'd wasted Saturday being wickedly lazy and indulgent.

Sunday was productive and laden with innuendo and lusty promises as they painted the kitchen, wall papered the guest bathroom and organized the storage closet. It seemed that the only thing that went remotely wrong was a heated discussion over a scandal concerning a local judge and pretty young legal aide in his employ. But as always, they were civil through their conflicting passion and over it in no time.

Savanna hated to get up Monday morning and leave the warmth of their bed, but was anxious to get to the office and see what she'd missed last week. She reluctantly dragged herself to the shower and got ready in silence so Becca could sleep. On her way out of the bedroom she stopped and stared for a long time. She could only see traces of her lover's face as the rest of it was strewn with wavy auburn hair. The sheet now rested over the small of her back leaving her top half exposed and to Savanna's way of thinking, sinfully inviting. Her breasts jutted out slightly as they were pancaked against the mattress and the weight of her body. Savanna had a sudden urge to drag her fingernails down the sides of them and had to physically shake her head to clear the fog of desire that was forming there.

Turning to leave was as hard today as it had been last week when she'd left for the airport. And she almost called the whole day off when she walked by a photo of Isabelle and Becca in a park swing together smiling happily back at her. Becca had taken the day off to meet her parents and the baby at the airport, but Savanna felt she needed to report back to work as soon as possible so she picked up her briefcase and headed to her car. She climbed in quickly as it was chilly outside, but before she could get the key in the ignition she saw the pretty pink stationary taped to her steering wheel and studied it closely.





Everything All At Once



It started, as these things often do, with lots of alcohol. The six of us were having a little dinner party. It was the usual: one of us wore the chef hat, we ate too much, complimented every little flourish, and kept the wine flowing. Soon enough, we ran out of wine and moved on to vodka. From vodka it was only a short leap to self-prescribed medication.

Our little group could be described, perhaps euphemistically, as free spirited. The truth is we are all young, good looking, and love to get out of control This evening played out like so many others, as though it was a play in the middle of a long run off Broadway.

The cast: Me (Aron):23, blonde/blue, former collegiate swimmer, 8 ½ inch penis. My Girlfriend (Angela): 24, red/green, has fancy financial district job, small, pert breasts. Angela’s Best Friend (Julia): 25, brown/brown, cocktail waitress, short, freckles, big boobs. Julia’s Boyfriend (James): 24, brown/brown, buff physique, almost totally hairless Angela’s Other best Friend (Emily): 24, blonde/green, former Mormon, tall, lithe, long legs. Emily’s Boyfriend (Stephen): 26, dirty blonde/blue, reminds everyone of “American Psycho,” looks like a surfer when he’s naked.

So, there we were. It was Saturday night, and the six of us had convened at my house. A half empty bottle of vodka sat in a slowly melting bucket of ice. My kitchen opens directly, via sliding doors, into my bedroom. Angela and Julia were lounging on my bed, sharing a loosely rolled joint. Stephen and I sat at the table poking at the carnage of our dinner. James and Emily sat on the floor, leaning up against the foot of the bed. There was some heavy flirting going on, and the conversation couldn’t help itself. It started off loaded with innuendo and quickly became soft-core pornographic.

Angela said, “Stephen, Emily tells me that your neighbors are upset with the filthy things that you make her say during your love making. Or should I say scream at the top of her lungs?”

Stephen: “Shit, I don’t make her say those things, she just can’t help herself.”

Angela: “Is it really the things she’s saying, or just that she’s yelling them?”

“My guess is it’s the yelling, “ Stephen said, his speech slurred.

“Well, like, what specifically is she yelling?” asked James.

“Yeah, Julia asked, is it like, ‘Oh God! That feels good! or what?”

Emily piped up, “Uh no. It’s more like, ‘Yes! Slide that stiff cock into my wet pussy! Fill my cunt with cum! Fuck me!”

Julia and Angela giggled hysterically. “Go girl! Show us how it’s done,” said Julia.

Emily took a sip of vodka and got into her role. She started to run her hands over her body and rolled her eyes back in mock ecstasy. “Oh yeah baby! Slide your tongue over my pussy! Make me come on your face! I’m gonna suck your cock so good, you’re gonna shoot your load all over my naked tits! Yeah baby that’s it!” In her reenactment, Emily grabbed James’ thigh and moved her hand toward his crotch. Despite the humor, he and everyone else were clearly getting turned on by Emily’ show. Julia and Angela rubbed their bare feet together as they shared an ice cube from their drink. Emily moaned, “Oh baby, yeah, lick my asshole. Get it wet so you can stick your cock up my butt. Bury your face in my pussy.”

James was the first one to cave in. “Steve, he said, I’ll suck your cock right now if you let me fuck your girlfriend!”

Stephen grinned and pulled his pants down around his ankles, revealing a stiff hard on. James crawled forward and wrapped his hand around the shaft and sucked on the head. He made loud slurping noises as he sucked Stephen’s dick. Emily wasted no time in getting James’ pants unbuttoned. As he sucked her boyfriend’s cock, she reached into James’ pants massaged his cock with her hand.

Julia and Angela were fixated on the show. They kept their eyes on James head as it bobbed up and down in Stephen’s lap. But they were both wearing loose fitting shorts and soon their hands were in each other’s pants. As I walked over to the bed I could hear the squishing sounds of their fingers playing with the other’s pussy. Julia pulled her hand out of Angela’s shorts and sucked on one of her wet fingers. I got naked right away.

It’s now a half an hour later and this is the scene: I’m on my back on the edge of the bed, with my knees draped over the side. Julia is lying on top of me, but facing up. My dick is sliding in and out of her smooth shaved pussy. Emily is bent over at the waist with her shoulders resting on Julia’s thighs. Her face is buried in Julia’s crotch where she licks Julia’s clit as I fuck her cunt from behind. When I pull out I can feel Emily’s tongue on my shaft, licking the length of it as it disappears again into Julia’s wet pussy. James is behind Emily with his hands on her waist, fucking her doggy style. Stephen is behind James rubbing astro-glide all over his stiff cock and James’ anus. My girlfriend Angela, in a somewhat acrobatic feat, is straddling her best friend Julia’s face so that Julia can eat her pussy while I fuck her cunt and Emily licks us both.

Stephen says, “James I’m gonna stick my greasy cock into your tight ass. Gonna fuck you up the butt while you have you cock in my girlfriend’s pussy.”

James says,” Emily’s pussy is so hot and wet. I want you to fill my ass with cum while I fuck her pussy good.”

With that, Stephen puts the head of his cock against James’ anus and slowly pushes it up his ass. James slows his thrusting in and out of Emily’s pussy just long enough so that he and Stephen can time their strokes. As Stephen pulls out of James’ ass James pulls out of Emily’s pussy and then they both pump it back in. Emily continues to lick and slurp at Julia’s clit. My dick pops out of Julia’s vagina for a second, covered in pussy juice. Emily sucks it like a popsicle before guiding it back into Julia’s cunt.

Julia meanwhile laps at Angela’s pussy, first licking the length of it, from her clit to her asshole, then tongue fucking her, sticking her tongue as far as she can into my girlfriend’s pussy.

I feel the pressure building. I say, “Oh Julia, your pussy is so wet! I can feel Emily licking your cunt! I’m gonna fill your pussy with hot sperm!”

Angela screams, “Fuck her pussy baby! Fuck that bitch’s hot cunt! Lick my pussy you fucking slut!”

I come in a hot load that trickles out of Julia’s pussy and onto Emily’s chin as she eagerly laps it up. Stephen groans as his cum drips down James’ as crack and onto his balls. James shoot his wad into Emily’s shaved pussy as she cries out in orgasm. Angela clamps onto Julia’s oozing pussy in a clumsy 69 and they lick each others pussies furiously until they both moan in ecstasy.

Do you want to know what happens next week? 



Everything and More



He'd found her at a bar, a willowy wisp of a girl,she was older than she looked though, tiny lines near her eyes told me as much. She reminded me of a pixie or a sprite, some woodland creature. Dark hair just past her ears, deep green eyes that sparkled with magic or perhaps too many cosmos. It had been easy, of course, for him to find her. They always seemed drawn to him, like moths to a flame, women would practically throw themselves upon him as he sat on a bar stool, sipping his scotch. It had something to do with the power he oozed, something masculine and mystical, it's how he got me after all. Usually he'd leave them there, after piquing their intrigue, maybe whispering some words, gazing at them with his smoldering eyes, leaving them dripping wet before he walked out, wondering what could have been...

But tonight, he brought one home, for me. A gift, perhaps, or a fantasy he'd concocted in his brain. I knew I was enough for him, I made sure of it, but this was something I knew he wanted and I knew I could provide. She looked so small, sitting on our couch, but she too had a power from within, she almost shined as she sat there. I stepped into the room.

"This is my wife," he introduced me, "I told you about her. She's just a beautiful as I said, is she not?" The waif nodded, the corners of her mouth turning gently upwards as she looked me over from head to toe. 

"She is beautiful indeed." Her alto voice was rich, like honey, hard to imagine such a rich sound from so fragile looking a creature. That may be the very reason he'd brought her home, instead of another. He could see things in people that others could not. "Nice to make your acquaintance." She said, rising to her feet and taking my hand in hers. Her grasp was firm but not sharp, her skin was smooth and soft.

Our eyes met and it felt like she was looking into my soul, a connection that sang with electricity, for what may have been the first time ever, I felt a twinge between my legs from another woman's glance.

"We could share our life stories, make small talk and such," she began, "but we all know why I'm here so it seems fruitless to pretend otherwise." Very direct, we both liked that, neither of us was big on mind games. "Will it be both of you, or just this beautiful lady?" She asked, catching my gaze again. I waited, this was his call.

"Ladies first." Was all he said.

She took my hand, more of a gesture this time than a greeting, and brought it to her lips. She kissed each of my fingers, pausing to run her finger around the tip of my pointer. This caused an unexpected fire in my loins. Sure, I'd been curious about women before, but never really thought much about what it would be like. Women have a sense for sensation, and do not find themselves as hurried in the bedroom, I knew this from my own style, and here was this lovely waif, wrapping her delicate tongue around my finger.

"Shall we go somewhere more comfortable?" She said. It was clear she had done this before. He indicated we should go to the bedroom down the hall, and of course, he followed behind us. Once in the room, she continued her gentle kisses, this time up my arm. I'd worn a sundress that day, and she kissed all the way up to my bare shoulders. She then drew back, took my chin in her hand and began to kiss me. For as bold as she seemed, she kissed very sensually, letting me be the leader as she slowly explored my tongue with hers. I was surprised to feel how turned on I was, I hadn't really expected that to happen, I thought I was only doing this for him.

She slipped my sundress over my shoulders and to the floor, I was naked underneath. She looked approvingly at my body, before undressing herself. Her tiny body was perfect, I could not see a flaw, other than a scar which may have been from a C-section, hard to imagine this woman as a mother, but perhaps that was part of the softness she was bringing to my bedroom. She stepped close to me and embraced my nakedness with her own. Our breasts pressed against each other, a new sensation that sent tingles between my legs. I heard a zipper sound in the background and I knew he was enjoying the show.

She pushed me backwards onto the bed, my legs dangling off the side. I thought for sure she would go for it, but instead she picked up my foot and began gently massaging it. She ran her fingers up and down the length of my foot, I squirmed, and she then began sucking on each of my toes. This was something I quite liked, the feeling of warmth over all the nerve endings in my toes made me a little crazy, he knew this very well, I wondered if perhaps he told her. When I thought I could take no more, she began kissing, very slowly, up my leg. 

I was sure I was dripping wet, I could even feel my own juices running across my lips as she moved, closer and closer, to my honey pot. I could almost feel her tongue dipping inside, but instead she bypassed my loins and went to kissing my stomach and up my chest. She traced circles around my breasts, getting smaller until her fingertips were teasing my now fully erect nipples. She took the first one in her mouth, hungrily sucking, I moaned a slight "oooh" as I was overwhelmed by the feeling of her soft mouth tugging at my nipple. She made sure to pay attention to the other breast as well, something I noticed men would forget to do.

Then she kissed me again, right on the mouth. "I want you to taste me." She whispered in my ear. I never had imagined I would want another woman's cunt in my mouth as badly as I did at that moment. She had me on fire and I was ready to go to town on her soft, sweet lips. She squatted over my face, the smell of her overwhelmed my senses. I knew how to eat a pussy, though I had never done it before, as having my own eaten was practice enough, as it turned out. She moaned as I ran my tongue up and down her lips, she shuddered as I pressed my tongue against her clit, hard than soft. I brought my hand up, teasing the sides of her inner thighs, then bringing them to her opening. I slid one finger, then another, inside her soft opening. It felt so much like my own yet different, a mystery. I could tell from the way she moved and pressed back against my hand exactly what it was she liked and I provided. I became totally overwhelmed by the feelings and the scent of this beautiful pussy in my mouth, perhaps I'd missed my calling to be a lesbian. 

I was so wrapped up in pleasuring the waif that I didn't notice he was next to me until his hard penis was pressed against my sloppy wet lips. This was exhilarating, though not unexpected, he didn't like to be left out of things, especially things involving me. I raised my hips a tad so he knew I was ready and he pressed himself inside of me. The waif was on all fours now, her pussy still grinding into my face as he held tightly to my hips, diving again and again into my depths. 

She was going to come. I'd never made a woman (other than myself, of course) come, but I knew this beautiful wisp of a woman was about to unleash on my tongue. I kept pounding her the way she liked it, as he did the same for me. She cried out when she came, a scream that echoed through our bedroom and down the hall. Her vagina clamped around my fingers and her juices flowed out onto my face. She fell, spent, onto the bed next to me. 

Now it was just the two of us, just like he liked it. He leaned forward and kissed me, licking her juices off my lips. This was enough for both of us, the waif lie panting next to me as I fell over that same orgasmic cliff, my own pussy clenching onto his cock, sending him into ecstasy as well.

When we'd all caught our breath, she stood up, thanked us for the evening, dressed herself and left. I asked him if it was everything he'd hoped it would be.

"Everything and more."



Everything But the Rubber Ducky



I first realized I wanted to sleep with my mother when I was ten years old. My mother wasn't a drop-dead gorgeous woman, but she was very comfortable with her body. She wasn't an exhibitionist by any means, but bathroom doors were never locked when she was bathing or using the toilet. She never minded if one of her children needed to use the bathroom when she was in the tub; it just didn't bother her.

On this one particular day when I was ten, my mother was indeed lying in the bathtub, soaking her then forty year-old body. Arriving home from school, I ran into the house and straight for the bathroom. I had, and still do have, an unusually small bladder, so I wasted no time unzipping my pants as I barged into the bathroom. Nearly having my pre-teen cock in my hand, I was in for quite an eyeful when I saw my mother in all her glory sprawled out in the tub.

"Oh, Mom, I'm sorry," I apologized, feeling my face turn bright red. As many times as this happened, it never failed to embarrass me at least a little bit. I started to turn around and exit the room when she stopped me.

"It's fine, Martin. Do what you need to do," she pleaded.

Reluctantly, I moved towards the toilet and pulled down my pants and underwear far enough to relieve myself. As I did this, I glanced in the wall mirror opposite the bathtub. I saw my mother absent-mindedly squeezing water from a washcloth all over her body. She would occasionally splash water over her pleasantly abundant breasts. I studied my mother's body. She wasn't much more than 5'4" and maybe 125 or 130 pounds. At the time, she was really still in pretty good shape, having just a slight stomach. Her face was pretty, very Midwestern, which was where she was from. She had brown, slightly curly, shoulder-length hair that was damp from the bathwater. The real highlight of her body, though, was the immaculately groomed mound of hair above what I knew to be her vagina. She epitomized everything that woman was to me at that time.

As my mind regained its awareness, I noticed my dick getting erect. Having just recently discovered "boners", I again could feel my face redden. And I could not for the life of me urinate. I now concentrated on trying to relieve myself. I heard my mother, behind me, still splashing herself with water. I was still unable to go.

I put my hard dick back in my pants as gently as possible and flushed the toilet, trying to give the impression that I had been successful. I washed my hands quickly and glanced once more into the mirror at my mother. My dick grew even larger as I left the bathroom.

"Thanks Mom," I said as I exited.

"That's okay," Mom replied, continuing her relaxing bath.

Nothing similar to that experience ever happened again. My mother's habits never changed, but mine did. As I got older I didn't want Mom catching me ogle her with my eyes. And I ultimately knew it would be wrong to do so. But this all changed more than a dozen years later...

Now at 53, my mother had put on some weight over the last several years. I wouldn't at all call her fat, but she was "thick". Her hips, breasts, thighs and stomach had all gotten wider. Her hair now had streaks of gray in it and her face had acquired a few more lines.

I, myself, had graduated from college and entered graduate school, pursuing a Masters Degree in Eastern Philosophy (quite practical, I know). Towards the end of the summer between my first and second years in grad school, I went back home for one of my nephews' baptisms. It was nice to see all of my family and everything but I was ultimately happiest to see my mother. My father had passed away five years before and, although my siblings were still around town, I worried that she was lonely. Her primary focus in life had always been family and now she was living in the house all by herself.

By the time the baptism and the subsequent activities were over, it was nine o'clock at night. I accompanied my mother back to the house where I spent my childhood. It would be just the two of us in the house for the duration of my stay and that was perfectly acceptable with me. My mother told me she was going to take a bath before she went to bed. This immediately conjured up images in my head of that one fateful day when I was ten and I got erect.

As I unpacked in my room, I could hear Mom start the bath. The sound of water suddenly gave me the urge to urinate. A thought entered my mind. I wondered if my mother would still be as casual as she once was about sharing bathrooms. I figured that no one would be the worse if I gave it a shot.

I walked out of my room and to the bathroom door. I knocked.

"Yes Martin?" Mom answered.

It was a gamble, but I responded, "I'm real sorry, but I was just wondering if I could sneak in and relieve myself right quick like?" 

I succeeded: "The door's open," she said.

I opened the door and it was like I was ten again. I saw my nude mother, once again, lying in the bathtub. Her body had changed but the effect she had on me was the same.

"I'm sorry. I'll be quick," I told her.

She seemingly ignored me. I walked to the toilet and took out my hard cock, my hands shaking nervously. I aimed it into the toilet and nearly strained myself trying to piss. As I tried to urinate, I looked into that well-positioned mirror and saw my mother. Her eyes were closed, her body resting. I saw her stomach rise up and down and her breasts jiggle slightly as she breathed in and out.

Like my earlier experience, I decided to give up and fake my urination. I gingerly placed my dick back in my pants, flushed the toilet and proceeded to wash my hands. I was about to leave the room when a streak of boldness hit me. I walked to the bathtub and sat down on the edge. I knew my mother must have known I was right there, but she did not react. She just laid there with her eyes shut.

My eyes flew over her body. Just like I remembered, plus 30 or so pounds distributed nicely. Since my father's passing, my mother apparently hadn't been keeping up with her grooming as well, though. My mother's pubic hair was no longer immaculately groomed. The once small mound of hair had spread to twice the mass it was before. And it looked glorious on her body.

As I look back on it now, I have no idea what could have been running through my mind, but something possessed me to venture further. With my hands still nervously shaking, I reached out towards my mother's breasts and slowly started to caress them, fondling the two beauties gently. I looked at my mother's face for some kind of reaction: delight, disgust, fury, something, anything...but no reaction. I wasn't absolutely sure she wasn't sleeping.

At least there wasn't any resistance at this point, so I started moving my right hand slowly down her body. I continued groping her breasts with my left hand and I bent forward and lightly kissed one of her nipples, nearly falling in the tub in the process. As I did that, I thought I heard a slight moan slip from my mother's mouth. My right hand continued towards her cunt, only stopping to stroke her bushy mound for a moment.

I slowly stroked the outside of my mother's opening. I stuck my middle finger into her and let her cunt close around it as I probed inside her. It felt so warm and smooth and so...right. Imagining my dick where my finger was, I nearly came. After a few minutes of this, I pulled my finger out, hearing for certain a moan from my mother.

I stood up from the bathtub and quickly disrobed. I reached down at my mother's legs and lifted them as I slid in the bathtub under them. Letting her legs rest on my shoulders, I bent forward and kissed my mother's delicious cunt all over. Poking my tongue at her opening, I was finally allowed access into her body. I darted my tongue in and out of her repeatedly, tasting and inhaling her juices. I could hear consistent sighs escape from my mother's mouth and her body was rhythmically reacting to my oral ministrations.

Through this all, I was impressed with myself for not coming but now I needed that release. Fearing I might not enjoy myself fully screwing my mother in the bathtub, I got out of the tub. I reached into the tub below her body and started to lift her out of the tub and into my arms. I finally saw my mother's eyes open and a smile slowly revealed itself on her face. Still, though, she remained speechless.

My mother was heavier than I had expected, but, with her arms around my neck, I managed to carry her into my room and onto the bed. I laid her on her back and spread her legs. I then moved to hover above her, my arms bracing myself against the bed. Our eyes met. I could tell she wanted all of this as much as I did. I kissed her passionately, sucking on her lower lip and then entering her mouth with my tongue. She kissed me back, but the rest of her body remained almost limp.

I reached down to my jutting erection and guided it towards her cunt. I teased her with the tip of my dick for a moment before thrusting myself into her. I met with little resistance and I had to hold still for a minute for fear of spurting my cum in her right away. Gradually my penetrations picked up speed and I could feel Mom bend her knees and shift them upwards to better position herself for me. All the while I continued to kiss my mom's face and neck.

As I was about ready to come, my mother started to thrust her hips back at me, almost violently, and I knew she must be nearing orgasm as well. Several thrusts later, I felt spurt after spurt of semen evacuate my body and fill my mother's cunt. She moaned loudly and, finally using her hands, aggressively pulled my head into her breasts. After what seemed like several minutes, I stopped coming and Mom released my head from her breasts. I slowly pulled my deflating cock from her soppy vagina and let the rest of my body collapse on my mother. But I didn't move my head. I just let it lay there in between my mother's breasts as she started to stroke my hair with her hand.

That was the last I could remember from the previous night, as I woke up the next morning alone in my bed. I could hear my mother cooking in the kitchen. I got up out of bed, put some clothes on and walked to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mom," I said, almost cautiously.

"Did you sleep well Martin?" she replied.

"Uh, yes," I said, "thank you very much."

I could not detect anything in her voice or her demeanor that was any different than usual. I sat down at the breakfast table and watched my mother cook. Our love-making session the previous night had left me not knowing what to do or say. I didn't know why my mother had let me have my way with her. I decided to play it cool and let her broach the subject. She never did.

I left home later that afternoon and never once did Mom act like anything strange had happened that weekend. By the way she acted I wasn't even entirely sure she remembered anything from the night before. We hugged each other goodbye like we always did, nothing sexual, and I walked out of the house.

This happened three months ago and it still consumes my every thought. I want to make love to my mother again and I hope if we are alone with each other again, I will be able to summon enough courage to make my move. Or, even better, maybe she will make the first move next time.

THE END?