1 comments/ 25189 views/ 0 favorites Georgia Satisfaction By: rose12345 I have a confession to make. The last story I wrote about beachside camping was not 100% true. All the characters were real, the camping was real; the friends were real. Everything happened exactly the way I described. Except for the sex. That was total fantasy on my part. My feelings for Hank were real. He really did write that story for me. I really did tell him I was attracted to him. Only, I told him I was attracted to him about a week after the trip. Not a month before it. The way I told him was true. His response was also true. After I finally told Hank that I was attracted to him, we started talking a lot through messaging on facebook. Mostly, we both talked about how horny we are all the time. Oh, did I mention that Hank lives about 6 hours away from me? The likelihood of ever getting together is pretty slim. But I'm not looking for a boyfriend or a husband. I'm very happy being friends. Besides, I'm still married. I've been separated about 6 months now, but I'm still married. My husband and I continued having sex for a while(you can read about it in my story, Saturday Afternoon). However, I put a stop to that sex about 4 months ago. It wasn't right for me. My husband definitely knows how to satisfy me, but it felt wrong to continue having sex with him. It was like I was leading him on or something. I have no intentions of getting back together and it's not fair to take advantage like that no matter how horny I am. I decided to try my hand at writing a story. I had been thinking about writing for years. So I wrote a true account of an afternoon I spent with my husband. I thought it would be easier to write about something that actually happened, than it would be to make something up. When I finished the story, I told Hank about it. He said to send it to him. At first I beat around the bush a little. I wanted him to read my story, but I felt like I was forcing it on him. I didn't want him to be stuck reading it if he didn't want to and I wanted to make sure he wasn't just being nice. We went back and forth a few times and I finally sent it to him. I was on pins and needles for the next few hours waiting to hear back from him. He wrote me back and said he liked it and that I should add in more about the characters. I was glad he liked it, but still thought I had given him more than he bargained for. I couldn't imagine him wanting to know those details about my sex life. We had already established a while back that he wasn't attracted to me and wanted to be friends. We chatted on facebook later and I told him my concerns about giving him too many details. He responded by sending me a video of himself masturbating! OMG! I loved it. I couldn't believe he sent that to me. It was very short and broken up into 3 parts because he recorded it with his phone several years ago and could only do 30 seconds at a time. But it included the cum shot and everything! At this point, I knew for sure he was just as open and willing to talk about sex as I was. We started sharing more and more personal stuff. I also started working on another story. A fantasy I had been having about him for months. Beachside Camping is what I titled it and it details what I wish had happened on a camping trip we took a few weeks before with a bunch of old friends. I told Hank I was working on this story starring him and he encouraged me to continue. I sent him a rough draft that had very little background, but all of the sex. I told him to picture himself having sex with someone besides me; someone he was actually attracted to. He wrote me back and said he liked it. He said it made him stiff and he had never seen me naked before so couldn't picture my body, but it was my face he was fucking. He actually wrote those words, "it was your face I was fucking." I know it is my job to describe, but I don't think I can begin to explain the huge grin on my face when I read that. It made me feel so good. Maybe I'm a little on the weird side, but I very much liked the thought that my words made him "stiff" and that he was picturing the sex. I know the whole point of a story is to make the reader feel like they are there and describe it in enough detail for them to imagine. I just never thought I would be able to do it very well. I was really happy that Hank liked my story. I went back and added in the background and submitted the story for approval. I love that feeling when you first find out it is accepted and that people are reading it. I love all the feedback; it makes me feel good. Hank and I kept messaging each other and talking about all kinds of stuff, but mostly sex. In one of my very long winded messages I told him that I didn't want to scare him. I just want to be friends. I'm not looking for a relationship or anything beyond friendship, but that I can't deny still wanting him. He didn't respond, but he doesn't usually respond right away. I write these long messages on my lunch break and he is usually working when I send them. Later that night I read back over it and wasn't happy with it. I realized I had left something out. While telling Hank I didn't want to scare him, I made it sound like I didn't need him. So I wrote him another message. I wrote that I want to make it clear that I do want to have sex with him for real. I wrote that I'm not looking for a relationship. Besides, we already have a relationship as friends. We've known each other our whole lives and I feel comfortable with him. I told him that I love him and I want him to be my first. I haven't ever had sex with anyone but my husband. I was young when I met him and I've been married for 20 years. I don't really want sex for the first time with someone new to be that special. But I don't think I can help remembering it for a very long time. I don't want it to end up being with the first guy I happen to date. I don't want it to be with one of the other guys I know who have been hinting around the "friends with benefits" thing. One of them I'm attracted to, but I work with him so he's off limits. The other one, I hardly know and what I do know of him, I don't much like. I'd really like it to be Hank. I'm wildly attracted to him and I trust him. Plus he's into a little BDSM and I find the thought of that exciting. I'd really like him to dominate me. The idea of being bound and submitting to him totally turns me on. I don't think I'd trust anyone else to do that for me. I rambled on for a while. It was late. I was tired. I thought about not sending it, but I did. Then I went directly to bed and didn't wait for a response. Although, I did wake up a couple of hours later and checked for a response. He had written me back. He said he loves me too and that he's enjoyed our rekindled friendship. He's not going to say no to sex, but he's scared to hurt me. He wants to remain friends. He admitted that I did get those thoughts into his head, however he hopes we remain friends for a long time. It was pretty much the response I was expecting. It was 4 in the morning and I was reading his email on my phone. It both comforted and disappointed me at the same time. I turned off my phone and went right back to sleep. The next morning, I messaged him again. I told him that I knew he would say that about hurting me. I also told him I would let him let me down easy. But that I intended to keep writing the stories and making him the star. A few days after that I went into a downswing. I started feeling lonely. I had never felt lonely before. I was married 20 years and had only been separated for 3 months when I felt those first pangs of loneliness. It makes you feel empty inside. I didn't want to be around people. I felt ugly. I felt fat. I am fat; but not as fat as I felt. Actually, I used to weigh over a hundred pounds more than I do now. I've been losing weight for a year and a half now and am really starting to look much, much better. I've gone from a 4X to somewhere between large and 1X. I'm still going; still losing. It is a battle every day and I am winning. I should feel good. But the loneliness is a vacuum that sucks out all your energy. It makes you feel incomplete, unworthy, undeserving. It makes you desperate for contact with the opposite sex. Any contact at all; chat on the computer, texting, phone calls. I understand now why people have one night stands. You feel this need for closeness no matter how false it might be. I'm sure you still feel empty again afterwards. I'm positive of it. My plunge into loneliness lasted for over a week. It was awful. I couldn't even write a story. But I had no problem messaging Hank. I sent him stuff almost every day, sometimes multiple times. I just needed to talk to a guy. Any guy. I tried talking to my sister and another girl friend. But it is not the same. I didn't tell Hank I was lonely. I don't know if he picked up on that or not. He did tell me I talk a lot, though; which makes me smile. I try to express myself in writing, but sometimes that is not enough. My spirits picked up a little when I found out my work needed me to go to our office in Georgia a few times during the next month. The schedule was a bitch, though. I had to fly out early Tuesday morning and fly back on Thursday evening for 4 weeks. The first week I got up there on Tuesday and had planned to see my friend Brenda that night and then see Hank on Wednesday. Brenda lives about an hour from where I was working and Hank about 2 hours, but he was going to meet me in the middle. My flight was at 6:15am and I worked until 5 doing work that was much more physical than I am used to. My normal job is sitting at a desk doing office type stuff. In Georgia, they needed me to help out in the warehouse and it was exhausting. By the time I left at 5, all I wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed. I called Brenda and told her I'd be over on Wednesday. This meant that I wouldn't see Hank this time. But I figured I had 3 more chances so I wasn't worried about it. I visited with Brenda for several hours on Wednesday night and really enjoyed myself. I hadn't seen her in 6 months and it was nice catching up. Especially since I had left my husband in the interim. She had lots of questions and we talked everything out. I came back home on Thursday night. Actually not quite home. Ever since I left Doug, I had not been living at home. When it first happened, he didn't have any place to go. His dad lives in the same town, but in an apartment and there was no room for him. So I offered to move in with my parents in my old bedroom until my father's lease was up, and they could move into a larger apartment. I thought it would be for 3 months, but it was almost 4. Anyway, I got back home to my parent's house Thursday night and went to work Friday. I started to feel down again and stayed down the whole weekend. But when Monday rolled around again and I thought about my upcoming trip and getting to see Hank this time, I started to feel better. My plans for the upcoming trip were to see Brenda on Tuesday, no matter how tired I was, and then to meet Hank halfway between the 2 cities we were in and have dinner and talk. Dinner and talk only. After all, we are just friends. All the sex talk we've been sharing is just that; talk. I knew he wasn't attracted to me in that way. It didn't matter if my story made him horny. Things are different in real life. I left on Tuesday morning again, caught my flight, and worked in the warehouse. I made plans with Brenda for that evening and texted Hank late in the afternoon to set up for Wednesday. He texted me back to say he couldn't make it because he ended up with a sales call at 6:30. There would be no way to meet up that night. I was devastated. That's not an exaggeration. There was no reason for me to take it that hard, but I did. I plummeted instantly into a depression. I still had to work for another half hour and that was agony. I almost called Brenda to cancel for the evening. When I got in the car I almost drove straight to the hotel. But I sucked it up and drove to Brenda's instead. I figured if I wanted to be alone, then the best thing for me, would be to be with friends. The drive to Brenda's was an hour long. It was a fight the whole time not to turn around. I also had to fight not to call Hank. I wanted to tell him how disappointed I was, but I didn't. I didn't want to make him feel bad about something he had no control over. When I got to Brenda's, I had a nice visit again. We ate and talked for a couple of hours. I felt fine while I was there with her. But after I left I started feeling bad again. I had an hour drive ahead of me, so I called my sister. We talked a little. I told her that Hank had to work late and we wouldn't be able to meet up. I also told her how disappointed I was about it. I really tried to talk to her about it, but she kept leading the conversation in another direction. I don't know why I even bothered to talk to her. She was too focused on Farmville to listen to anything I had to say. So I let her talk to me about the trivial bullshit that she was worried about; a bunch of meaningless nothing. I felt horrible and went back alone to my hotel. I ate a bunch of junk food out of the vending machine and tried my best to sabotage my diet. The next day I went to work as usual. I sent Hank a text that afternoon wishing him luck at his sales call. After work, I went back to the hotel and spent an hour on the treadmill. It was exhausting, but it was good for me. I tried not to think about where I'd rather be. I ate dinner and a small snack later. I felt really lonely, but I was able to resist sabotaging my diet again. I went to work the next day again and flew home that evening. Home at my mom's that is. But things were looking up because my husband was supposed to move out on Sunday. I tried not to get my hopes up too much in case something went wrong and I couldn't move back yet. But everything went fine and I was in my own house Sunday night. I had no bed. My kids were still helping their father move into the apartment. But it was good to be home. I didn't have to travel that week, so I spent it getting acclimated back to my own house again. I got into a routine with my girls; working, exercise, cooking dinner, cleaning, watching TV; sitting on the couch next to each other talking on facebook with our laptops. All of this kept me too busy to get lonely. I talked with Hank a bunch mostly through messages, but also on the phone a little. In one of the messages he ended up telling me about this crazy girl he had sex with. I was a little ticked off about it. Not jealous or anything like that. I wanted details. He knows I love talking about sex and he has sex and doesn't tell me about it? Damn. I felt slighted. But he promised to tell me about it the following week when we were going to meet up for dinner. I had to go back up there again and we planned to meet Wednesday night. When I got up there this time I didn't go to my friend Brenda's house again. I went ahead and stayed in on Tuesday. But I probably shouldn't have. I had started to get those lonely feelings again. I told Hank in a text and he told me to go out. To talk to the desk clerk and find out where a bar and grill was. I said I didn't want to go out alone, so Hank told me to watch pay per view. I told him I hadn't brought any toys with me because I didn't want THAT airport scene, but thanks for the recommendation. I ended up going downstairs and I did talk to the desk clerk. I went out to look for something to eat. I did a little shopping and then ended up at the grocery store. I went back to the hotel and made the frozen pizza in the microwave. I texted Hank again and told him I had pizza and a movie and I was going to sit on the semen couch in the room and eat pizza and watch TV. I got him to laugh and I guess that's what I was looking for because I was starting to feel better. When I went to work the next morning I was excited at the prospect of seeing Hank that night. We texted each other and talked about when we were leaving and where to meet up. I got off work at 5 and dashed back to the hotel to jump in the shower. I was showered, dressed and out the door at 5:30 right on schedule. I'm a low maintenance type of girl—no makeup or jewelry and I only ever towel dry my hair. Hank had started a few minutes late because one of his daughters didn't want to go to Grandma's for a couple of hours. He got that settled and was on the road as well. We didn't have an exact destination, so I got off the highway when he said there would be nothing else for 20 miles. There was an outlet mall nearby and I shopped while I waited for him. When he got there we went to this little Mexican restaurant. Talking was easy. He opened with the story of sex with the crazy chick. I call her flat tire chick. She's the same girl he had told me a month earlier about going to change her flat tire at 11 at night. I couldn't understand why she couldn't change her own tire at the time. Now I know that it wasn't just about the tire. She wanted him. Hank said that she was a friend of someone else he knows. She's married but her friend gave her Hank's phone number and she started calling and sending him texts. The texts quickly turned dirty. He never did tell me what she wrote that got him so turned on, but one night things really heated up. They talked and she asked him what if he sees her and he's not attracted to her; he admitted that it really didn't matter. He was at the point of no return. So they met up and had sex. I still didn't get any details, but we were sitting in the middle of a restaurant, so I didn't ask. I guess it was good. But then one day she turned up at his house in the morning with her son and expected to spend the day with Hank. He said it was uncomfortable and weird, and she was drinking, but he didn't know how to stop it. She's done it a few times and he calls her crazy. Our conversation moved on to our kids and other interests. Talking to each other was easy; at least it was for me. Our waitress checked on us a hundred times. It was freezing in there and my nipples were hard the entire time. But I'm not sure it was only because of the temperature. I was definitely enjoying being with Hank. Even though all we were doing was talking over dinner. It was nice. After dinner, we went out to the parking lot, hugged goodbye and left. I know you as a reader are expecting sex here. I wanted that, too. But it didn't happen. I was not disappointed, though. I really enjoyed our talk and the company. I didn't drive straight back. There was a store at the outlet that I wanted to go to. It was Lane Bryant, a store for large women and we didn't have one at the mall back home anymore. I went in there and started looking around. I tried on several things and ended up buying 2 shirts. It was kind of exciting. Before I started losing weight, I used to wear the largest size in the store. Now the smallest size they sell is almost too big for me! I'm still what you would consider a BBW, but I seem to have retained the curves in the right places. I called Hank and told him about it. I knew he was still driving home. He congratulated me and we chatted some more about dating and stuff. Then hung up when Hank pulled in the driveway to pick up his daughter. I continued the drive back to my hotel. I felt pretty good. It was my last night, so I packed the little bit of stuff I brought and got ready to leave the next day. When I went to bed that night, thoughts of Hank stayed in my head. I masturbated to fall asleep. Nothing elaborate, I hadn't brought any toys. But I did imagine that it was Hank's hand instead of my own. After I came, I fell asleep. But I woke up around 3 feeling like the bed was missing something. It was too big and it was missing Hank. I guess that's what I get for thinking of him right before sleeping. The next day I worked and flew back home again. I sent Hank a message telling him about masturbating and missing him the night before. We never talked about it, but I'm sure he got it. We didn't really talk or text for a few days until I had a bad night on Saturday. My husband called me around 11pm. He started out talking about the kids and what they did that afternoon while they were together, but then he got around to the point of his call, which was sex. I had told Hank at dinner on Wednesday that Doug had been giving me "the look" the week before. You know that look that everyone has when they want sex. Hank laughed. He thought it was funny. But it really wasn't. It meant Doug wanted sex. So Saturday night he finally called and got around to basically asking. I started out telling him that I didn't think we should; that I wasn't comfortable with it. He quickly got angry. He raised his voice and kept accusing me of having sex with someone else. He said, "You don't want sex?! You always want sex. You were always the one who wanted it all the time. Who are you having sex with? You can't go this long; you must be having sex with someone else." Georgia Satisfaction Doug just kept going on and on accusing me and repeating the same things over and over. At first I denied being with someone else, then I just shut up and let him rant and rave. The most irritating part about the whole thing was he was right. I was the one always initiating sex. I never want to go more than a couple of days without. And if I could get Hank to fuck me, I would be having sex with someone else. But as it stands, I was just as frustrated as him. The final straw for me and what ended the phone call was he said to me again that he put in his 20 years and he should get to be the first one to try out my new vagina. Yes. Again. We had already had a version of this new vagina conversation once before. So I told him that he would just have to be satisfied that he was the last one to use my old vagina and I hung up. I was so pissed off about the whole thing. I couldn't sleep. I texted Hank to see if he was still up, but he wasn't. He called me the next day and I told him what happened. He let me vent and get it all out. But when I got to the new vagina part, he was confused and asked me what I was talking about. I had to tell him about a surgery I'll be having in a couple of months. I had a hysterectomy a little over a year ago. Shortly after that my bladder noticed there was all this extra room, so it decided to spread out and lean sideways a little. That's all it does is lean a little to the side. The only reason I know it is happening is that it puts constant pressure and makes me feel like I have to pee all the time. I don't have a problem with incontinence. I don't have anything falling out. There's nothing weird or gross. My doctor says I could live with it like that for the rest of my life and be perfectly fine. Or it could get worse. So I'm getting it fixed while I still have insurance. After the divorce, I won't have good insurance any more. Apparently my husband has been talking to his friends or something and found out what this surgery entails. It turns out that when they fix the bladder, they also tighten up everything else while they're in there. So in effect, I'll be getting a new, tighter vagina. Doug feels like it's unfair that I'll be getting a new vagina and he won't get to try it out. After the phone call the night before, I don't ever want to have sex with him again. I don't care how lonely or desperate I get; I'll never reach out to him in that way again. That was bullshit. Like he's been stuck with this old, loose, worn out vagina. Fuck him. He's the only one who's ever used it. If it's all worn out now, it's his fault. Shit. This is pissing me off again. Damn. I wish he wasn't going to be the last one to use it. I'll be having the surgery in a couple of months and then I won't be able to have sex again for at least 2 months after. And even then, I won't be able to have sex because I'll be too tight to get more than a finger in there. It will take a while to work up to actually having sex again. I was supposed to go back up to work and meet with Hank again the next week. But my trip got cancelled. I was pretty bummed out about it. I had enjoyed our dinner and really hoped for a repeat. Maybe I'd even get the courage this time to at least hint around about having sex. But with the trip called off, I didn't get the chance. So it was back to texting and messaging with Hank, although he wasn't available much over the next few weeks. He had a friend who was getting married and he was in the wedding party. As a gift for his friend, he was making a wall hanging out of wood. So when he wasn't working or taking care of his kids, he was in the garage working on the project. It didn't leave much time for talking. We had another trip planned for the group of us who had gone camping together. This would be an adult only weekend. As the date approached, we found out several wouldn't be going. But it would still be my sister, Hank, our friend Jasmine and I. When he found out there were only 4 of us, Hank suggested we stay at his house instead of the original plans of camping in the woods. We all agreed happily. It definitely sounded much better to us girls to be at his house, in a city, than to be in the middle of nowhere. We planned to drive to Hank's on Friday and stay the weekend, leaving on Sunday. The only firm plans we had were for exercising Friday night. Hank has a friend who leads an exercise class 8 times a week. She's lost over a hundred pounds and is a real inspiration. When I found out she had a class at 6:30 on Friday, I asked Hank to get us invited. We all got to town around the same time on Friday and had lunch together. The conversation started out to be about the weekend and what we would do, but quickly leaned very heavily toward sex. With all 4 of us single and 3 of us not getting it regularly, it was near the top of our minds. In fact, my sister completely embarrassed the cashier on our way out by asking him, "You'd do me, right?" It shocked him to the point where he was all red and could only nod his head in response. Laughing, we left and went back to Hank's. As we were getting in, he got an emergency call and had to go back to work. So we hung out for a bit getting settled and then Jasmine and I went to work out while my lazy sister sat on her ass at the house. Hank got done with work at the same time Jasmine and I got done working out, so we ended up back at the house simultaneously racing for the showers. After showering we went out to eat where the waitress informed us that her uncle and her father were the same person. No, we still can't figure out how the hell that happened. But we seem to bring out the best in people when we're together. After dinner, we went to a small bar where 2 of Hank's friends were playing acoustic guitar and putting on a pretty good show. We stayed for a while enjoying ourselves. Following the bar we hit the new sex store in town. It's a small town and Hank hadn't been yet because he didn't want to be seen there in his work truck. So of course we had to make a trip for him. Yeah, right, it was for him. The three of us women each spent around $50 on our toys and he didn't buy anything. We were there for a long time getting help from the workers and having everything battery tested. Of course mine ended up not working when I got home. I may have sent out a text message to Sarah, Hank and Jasmine saying something about that fucking asshole must have switched them the stupid cat-eyed faggot. I just may have been a little frustrated when I discovered my toy didn't work. Just a little. Maybe. After the sex store, we went back to Hank's where someone made an announcement that we weren't allowed to use our toys while we were there for the weekend. I'm not sure who said it or why. I think it started out as Hank saying we couldn't use them without him and Jasmine saying she wouldn't do that in someone else's house anyway, but we put our stuff away. It was late; however we stayed up talking for a while and listening to Hank play the guitar. We must have gone to bed around 3 or so. My sister slept on the couch, Hank in his room, and Jasmine and I upstairs in his daughter's beds. Around 7, Jasmine and I heard a rooster crowing. Very loud. At first I couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Jasmine poked her head down the stairs and declared that it was coming from Hank's room. It must have been his alarm. So we got up. When we went downstairs, Sarah was still sleeping and Hank's door was closed with no sound from within. Jasmine and I sat around for a bit and talked quietly. Then we heard another alarm going off from Hank's room. It kept on for about 5 minutes. Our talking ended up waking Sarah. I went ahead and got dressed. Jasmine stood at Hank's door listening to the alarm go off and him not wake up. It was kind of funny. I told her to go in and she said, "what if he's naked?" She knocked quietly at first and then louder and Hank finally woke up. We told him to get ready because we were going to Waffle House for breakfast. He came out after a while dressed in tight jeans and sat on the easy chair in the living room. I was in the kitchen getting water and Jasmine was upstairs getting ready. My sister was still on the couch, but on her laptop totally engrossed in Farmville. When I came from the kitchen I could see Hank lying back in the easy chair with his eyes closed. His cock was outlined nicely in his tight jeans and he was hard. I definitely noticed. I looked over at my sister and she was still on the computer. I looked back at Hank. I could see his pulse throbbing in his cock. Damn it looked good. I stood for a minute watching it while practically salivating. As I started walking over to sit on the couch near him, his dog jumped up onto his lap. Causing at least a little discomfort for Hank and completely ruining my show. Of course it probably saved me from embarrassing myself. I wanted so badly to touch him, I'm not sure I could have stopped myself if I had gotten to sit beside him. We went to breakfast and then decided to go to an air show. Actually it was for remote control electric planes. Hank has one and belongs to a club and had several friends there participating. It turned out to be bigger than I thought. There were a lot of campers and people had been there since Wednesday for the big event. We met some of Hank's friends and walked around talking and watching the show. Hank's friend Warren paid particular attention to us. He took Jasmine and me into the hobby shop and showed us everything. He was trying to teach us a little about the planes and stuff. We stood around watching the show, fighting the gnats, and talking inappropriately of course. We may have brought up sex one too many times, though. Because, after a while; Warren took the three of us women with him to get away from the gnats. As we followed him, we saw Hank along the way and he joined us. Walking along, I realized we were heading to the campers and said so. Sure enough he led us to an r/v, opened the door and motioned us inside. Not wanting to turn away air conditioning, we went in. But had no intentions of sex or whatever else Warren had in mind. He was married and his wife was the one who taught the exercise class from the night before! Our completely inappropriate sex talk continued inside where my sister showed us all the pictures of cocks she has on her cell phone. She has quite a collection. We kept talking for a while and then went back out to the show. Warren called us teases under his breath. I don't know what he was thinking when he took us there. Or which of us he wanted; or if he even cared. But we definitely cared that he was married. Just because we're not afraid to talk about sex, doesn't make any of us a tease when we don't want to have a four-way with a married man. We decided to leave the show and headed back to Hank's house. It was about a 45 minute drive. When we got back into town Jasmine said she needed to go shopping. Since Sarah loves to shop, she wanted to as well. Hank said he was tired and wanted to go home for a nap while we shopped. I hate shopping, so I elected to go with Hank. When we arrived back at his house, Sarah and Jasmine came in for a bit to freshen up and get the proper shoes on for shopping. After they left, Hank retired to his easy chair. I had been upstairs freshening up with the other girls and saw him when I came back down. I said, "You'd probably sleep better in your room after sex." Hank opened his eyes and looked at me, "You really want to have sex?" Surprise lit up my face by the question. "Yes. You think I've been joking around all this time. All the messages; the stories? Of course I want to have sex. I always want to have sex." "Well, c'mon then. Let's go," he says as he gets up and starts walking toward his bedroom. I follow behind. Huge grin on my face. Excited. Scared. Surprised. But mostly...turned on. When we reach the door, he steps aside to let me in. The room is dark because the afternoon brought lots of rain clouds with it. Hank closes the door, grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me against it. He then kisses me for the first time. His lips press hard against mine as he steps closer leaning his whole body into me. I can feel my heart racing as I kiss back. Insistently, he opens his mouth, parting my lips with his tongue. I respond by wrapping my own tongue around his. I'm kissing back fervently now. I can't get enough. After a minute or two, Hank pulls away and I open my eyes to meet his. Taking my arm, he leads me towards the bed. "Take your clothes off," he says as he does the same. "On your knees." I drop down and face my prize. The cock I so admired that morning was now hard and in front of me waiting to be sucked. I lean forward to take him in my mouth, but stop when he says, "Not so fast...Say it." I know exactly what he wants me to say. The thought threatens to bring a smile to my face. I lick my lips, look up at him and say, "I want to suck your cock." Looking down at me, he doesn't have to respond with words. He places his hand on the back of my head and gently nudges me forward. I reach up and grasp the base of his cock, open my mouth and take as much of his 7 inches as I can get. Wrapping my lips tight around him, I moan as I savor the moment. Damn I love the way it feels. So hard, yet soft on top. I've been waiting for what seems like an eternity for this. I yearned to get him in my mouth and now I have him. My tongue slides along the bottom of his shaft as I slowly pull my lips out humming the whole way. When I reach the head, I swirl my tongue around it appreciating the drop of cum that leaks out. Then I go deep again. I take him farther this time, sucking and licking my way back out. I love the way his hard cock feels in my mouth. I take a second to suck on the head. I swirl my tongue back around and then engulf him in my mouth again, taking him all the way to the base. I suck hard as I pull out again. Again and again I take him in and hum my way back out. Then, holding his dick with my left hand, I lick the underside all the way down to meet his balls, which is where my right hand has been this whole time. I lick my way back up and am about to take him in my mouth when he says, "That's enough. On the bed." I quickly comply, but I'm not sure how he wants me so I lay on my back. He climbs in beside me running his hand up my leg. When his hand reaches my pussy he wastes no time in seeking out my wetness. "You liked that, didn't you?" "Yes" I moan as he finds my clit circling it with his fingers. Then he moves down to my soaked pussy. I moan again as he inserts first one and then 2 fingers. His thumb finds my clit once more as he works his fingers in my pussy. He curves his fingers to hit my g-spot and moves them in and out. His thumb is still on my clit going back and forth with his fingers. I haven't been touched in so long. It feels so good. It's building up. I close my eyes, concentrating on the feelings. Unbelievably good. He picks up speed. Oh God, he's almost there...too quickly, I cum for him calling out his name. As I finish, he moves to place his body between my legs. He's on top of me now and I can feel his hard cock just touching my pussy. Propping himself with his left arm, he uses his right hand to caress my breast. My 38D cups fit well in his hand with just the right amount of overflow, making them easy to squeeze. He takes my nipple into his mouth as he simultaneously slides his cock in to my pussy. I moan out in pleasure. It's been so long. He fills me up completely. His mouth continues sucking on my tits as he works his cock in and out of my pussy. I can't stay quiet. I'm moaning in pleasure as I arch up into him. We're moving together as one. Every suck on my nipple goes straight to my clit and it's on fire again. I pull my legs back farther, so he can go deeper. I've waited so long I don't want it to end. He lifts his chest and places his hands on the backs of my thighs. Oh God. At this angle he's hitting my g-spot. In and out. Picking up speed now. Damn it feels great. Please don't stop now. I'm almost there. I don't say it out loud. I can't. I can barely breathe. I'm holding my breath. I'm so close. He's. Right. There. Faster. Faster. Oh fuck. I'm cumming. I call out his name as I let out the breath I've been holding. He follows a second later. My pussy squeezing his cock is too much for him and he cums with a groan. A few more pumps and he collapses on the bed next to me. We lay there catching our breath for a few minutes. Then I lean over him, kiss him and say, "Thank you." "No. Don't thank me. Where are you going?" I had turned away. At his words, I stopped and looked back at him. "I'm gonna let you take a nap." "Hold on," he says as he sits up. He kisses me; soft, gentle, tender. "Get some sleep. I can't be in here when they get home." I turned away and got dressed as Hank pulled on some boxers and lay back in bed. Before I left the room, I couldn't resist one last kiss. Fully clothed, I sat on the edge of the bed next to him. He opened his eyes as he felt the movement. Looking at him, I slowly leaned down running my hand up his belly and onto his chest. Closing our eyes as we got closer, I kissed him again. Slowly, easily, then more deeply as I parted my lips seeking out his tongue. He kissed back enthusiastically until I pulled back, completely satisfied. "Good night," I said and left the room. I went upstairs and washed up, then came back down to stretch out on the couch. I dozed for about 15 minutes before my sister and Jasmine got back. They came in and showed me what they bought and talked about all the shopping they did. It was almost dinner time. Hank came out of his room right about then and we decided to cook dinner and eat in. We ended up grilling chicken for dinner and then watching movies and talking until late in the evening. At the end of the night, we all went to bed in our same sleeping arrangements from the night before. I wanted to sleep with Hank, but I didn't think I could go downstairs to his room without anyone finding out. I masturbated, thinking about our afternoon. It didn't help, though. I still longed to be in his arms again. After tossing and turning for an hour, I got up. I walked as quietly as I could past Jasmine and went downstairs to Hank's room. The door was closed, so I turned the knob and walked in. "I knew you'd come back," Hank said as I closed and locked the door. "Took you long enough." Smiling, I said, "You're right. I just. We're not going to get another opportunity. I can't resist. I need this." Apprehensive at first, climbing into bed with him, I tentatively kiss him. My left hand slides slowly down his chest and stomach seeking out his already hard cock. When he feels my hand wrap around his cock, Hank, takes control. Turning us over, he pins my hands against the mattress above my head. He kisses me, his body on top of me now. The kiss grows as his tongue invades my mouth. I can't help but to moan in pleasure, kissing back, my own tongue exploring as well. I can feel him against my thigh. I instinctively try to move my hand. "You're not going anywhere," Hank says pulling out of our kiss. "I want to feel you," I respond. "Please." I can't believe I'm pleading with him. I don't care. I need to touch him. I have to feel him. I want him in my mouth again. NEED him. "All right," he acquiesces, as he lets go of my hands and lies back. This time my hand slides up from his thigh. He's hard and I love the way it feels. I take him in my right hand, lightly stroking him as I caress his balls with my other. He must have shaved them in the shower tonight. They feel so silky and smooth I can't deny myself the pleasure of leaning down to kiss them. My tongue darts out and I lick him from his balls and all along the underside of his cock up to the head. When I reach the top I take him in my mouth, only the head inside. Sucking hard, I swirl my tongue around before opening slightly and moving my lips farther down his shaft until I meet my hand. My other hand is cupping his balls and lightly moving my fingers behind them. I bob my head up and down a few times getting a rhythm going. I then go deeper taking his cock as far into my mouth as I can. Hank's hand is on the back of my head urging me on, but not forcing. I take him almost all the way before I feel him in the back of my mouth. I have to be careful not to gag, so I pull out again. Again and again, I go up and down as far as I can, picking up speed. I want to make him cum this time. Soon, I feel the change. He's close. I keep up the pace sucking hard until I feel the first squirt hit the back of my throat. I don't stop. My mouth fills up with his salty cum and I swallow, keeping my lips on him until he's done. One last suck and swallow to make sure I got it all, and I lie down on the bed beside him. Georgia Satisfaction After a minute or so, Hank's breathing returns to normal. He turns to his side facing me, "not bad." Laughing, I say, "fuck you." "You wish," he says as he reaches across and circles my nipple with this thumb. "Ahh. Yeah. Yeah I do." Lazily, his thumb circles as my nipple hardens. It shoots a ray straight to my clit and down to my toes. He leans down and his mouth finds my other nipple. He sucks hard causing me to moan softly. With his mouth, he alternates between breasts while his hand moves down to my moist pussy. I open my legs as he inserts 2 fingers, curving them expertly before drawing them back out again. He spreads the moisture around my inner lips moving toward the hard bud of my clit. His fingers move back inside, though, denying that pleasure. In and out his fingers go until finally he lets his thumb down on my clit. "Ohhhh," I cry out in pleasure. My breathing picks up pace with his hand. He's still sucking on my tits. In and out, his curved fingers skillfully stroke my g-spot. I'm getting really, really wet. He's still going. Faster and faster. His mouth leaves my tits and he pulls back to watch me. My head is tilted back; my chest rising and falling quickly. His fingers thrust in and out. I can feel it building. My eyes are closed so I can focus on the sensations. Almost there. In and out. Climbing to the top of the mountain. So close. "Ahhhh!" I finally get over the edge soaking his hand. He keeps going through the contractions, sloshing around in my fluids. Shit, I haven't squirted in years. Damn that was good. But he doesn't give me much time to recover. "Turn over and get up on your knees." Classic doggy style. I get it. So I do it. He enters me from behind easily since I'm still so wet. Instantly, hitting my g-spot again, which is still so sensitive, it's almost painful. He grabs my hips and sets a nice, slow tempo. I can feel every inch of him moving in and out. I lean my head down against the bed changing the angle. He continues thrusting. After a couple of minutes, my extra-sensitivity is gone and I lift my chest. Now he's stroking my g-spot again. I rock back against him with each thrust. He starts to pick up the pace and I feel the pleasure building. He keeps going faster. I'm close again. In. Out. Faster. I'm almost there. Oh. Faster. He's...oh God. "Ahhhh." I cum again. Hank's still thrusting. Hard now. Fast. He grips my hips more firmly. A couple more thrusts and he freezes. I can feel him spurting inside and I squeeze him until he's done. He pulls out and we both collapse on the bed. We lay there catching our breath for a couple of minutes. Then I head back upstairs to bed again. I fall right asleep this time. The next morning, Jasmine and I were the first ones up again. We spent the morning being lazy, talking, toasting bagels for breakfast and packing our things. Sarah was next up and finally Hank about an hour later. We left around noon, Jasmine going north and Sarah and I going south. When I hugged Hank goodbye, I wanted really, really badly to kiss him again. But we didn't get a chance. Jasmine invited us to her Halloween party in 3 weeks. Maybe I'll get to see him again then.