2 comments/ 7690 views/ 0 favorites Guess What... By: RiptideES Written in about an hour in answer to a special request by a special friend. Please excuse the absence of polish. ~R ---------- "Guess what I'm looking at." Dee pondered the sentence in the chat window that had just popped into view. "I have no idea," she typed back, "and I almost hate to guess." She had almost added "perv" to the end of that statement but didn't, not wanting to embarrass herself if it was something completely innocent. Knowing Andres, however, it most likely was something sexually oriented. It was pretty much how Andres was wired, and it was very much a part of what attracted her to him in the first place. Andres was very sexual, but he wasn't crude about it. He was certainly dirty-minded and had no qualms about whatever he said. Dee wasn't even sure it was what Andres said, but how he said it. When talking together it wasn't as openly sexual as when they chatted on line, but God, he could get her juices flowing when he teased her. Her heart jumped a bit as she was startled from her thoughts by the ding of another message. "I'll give you a little hint...", below which was a button asking her if she wanted to accept a file from him. Ooo, what's this? She clicked to accept the file as she felt her skin flush. Her anticipation gave way to puzzlement as she looked at the postage stamp-sized picture on her screen. At first she thought it was a pinkish upside-down double-u. Then, she saw it. Those look like fingers. She typed back, "You're looking at a hand?" "Not just any hand," came the reply, again, with a request to accept a file. This time, when the picture came up she gasped. Laid out on her screen was a closeup of her own hand, the immaculately painted nails pressed slightly into the tender flesh of her freshly shaved pussy. The tip of her middle finger was slipped between the large inner lips, seeking the warm moistness of her love canal. She could see that she was wet, her juices collecting at the base of her slit, similar, she could feel, to what was happening in her right now. Where the fuck did he get that? Then she remembered a time about 4 years ago when she was feeling particularly randy and wanted to do something a bit naughty. She hadn't heard from Andres in a few weeks and thought she would see if she could get a rise out of him, so to speak. She had taken a few snaps of her pussy, with and without her hand doing things to it, and emailed them to Andres. The whole time all she could think about was what it would feel like to have his hard cock slamming into her. She had had at least a half-dozen orgasms that night. Normally she would go for a long, slow build up to a single, body-numbing gusher and then blissfully fall asleep. That night, she remembered, an animal had awakened in her and she just wanted to be fucked; used, taken, owned. Dee squeezed her legs together to help alleviate the itch beginning to stir in her groin. Her hands trembling, she typed back, "and what are you doing while looking?" Her heart was pounding now as she waited, anticipating what he would come back with. It took only a few seconds. "See for yourself." This time a request to join a video chat popped up. She didn't have a camera on her computer but she knew he did. She clicked the Accept button as she could feel her juices begin to find their way down the crack of her ass. She loved how slippery she felt when she got this worked up. Up popped the vid window and there it was. He had his hand wrapped around that glorious eight-inch cock, slowly stroking it. She could see the head glistening with pre-cum. Unconsciously, she licked her lips. "You like what you see?" Dee pressed her fingers into the front of her crotch, feeling the dampness that was seeping through her shorts. "OMG baby I'm squishy," she typed back one-handed (after three attempts) and pressed harder against the material. She shuddered as the seam of her shorts rubbed deliciously across her clit. The chat client dinged again, "What're you gonna do about that?" "I'm going to strip off my shorts and panties." She could see him begin to stroke faster as she did just that. "Then I am going to rub my clitty til I explode!" Dee circled her button with her middle finger, much like the picture that was still showing on her screen only partially covered by the vid of Andres pumping himself. "I wanna see." He typed back. "You know I don't have a webcam." "I'm going to have to fix that one of these days." "Promises, promises," she giggled again, then gasped, throwing her head back when her fingernail dragged across her g-spot. When she looked again at her screen, Andres was gone from the vid window, leaving her a decent view of the bookshelves behind his desk. A few seconds later Dee sensed his presence behind her and a wry smile played across her lips as she slowly pivoted her chair around and spread her legs. He stood in the doorway of her office, naked from the waist down with his rigid cock swaying before him. "Like what you see?" she asked coyly, her middle finger slowly spreading her nectar over her nether lips. "Oh my God, baby, I couldn't be squishy if I wanted to," Andres quipped. "What're you gonna do about that?" Her eyes laughed as she teased him. "Let me show you." That night, Dee got what she wanted. Fucked. Used. Taken. Owned. Guess What? Jenny was practically dancing as she headed out for her rendezvous with Angelo. She'd thought long and hard about her decision and she thought the time was right. She was of age and she loved Angelo, so why shouldn't she show him how much? Their relationship had progressed from casual, to not so casual. With the not so casual had come the kissing and the petting, and the petting had been increasing quite markedly over the past month or so, with Angelo pressing hard for her to go even further. Up until now Jenny had always been wary about taking that final step but when going to bed the previous night she'd found herself wishing that Angelo was there with her. That had given her that final nudge, and tonight she'd let Angelo know. Jenny hugged her secret to herself as she danced down the street. "You look happy today," an irritating voice goaded her. "Let me guess. You've decided to drop that loser Angelo and are off to meet a better class of boyfriend." Jenny flashed Paul an irritated look. Why did he have to turn up now? "Angelo is not a loser," she snapped. "Just because you don't like him doesn't make him a loser." "I know that," drawled Paul. "Nature did it for him, poor chap. You know, Angelo can't even spell winner, let alone be one." "I regard that comment the same way as I regard the speaker," retorted Jenny. "Utterly insignificant." Paul grinned. "If I'm insignificant, how can you possibly be attracted to a character like Angelo?" he asked. "Test him out some time. I'll bet he lets you down." "Angelo and I are destined to be together," said Jenny. "All your snide remarks are irrelevant against that fact. You're just jealous because Angelo can form a loving relationship with a woman while you struggle to even get a date." "You've nailed me," said Paul, and Jenny could tell the swine was laughing at her. "Here it is, a Friday night, and here's me, cruising the town, dateless." Jenny blinked at that. Paul was without a date on a Friday night? Must be cold in hell tonight. "So you're saying that Angelo and you have a loving relationship?" goaded Paul. "Somehow I suspect not. Despite everything you say, Angelo is just not your type." "Oh, really?" snapped Jenny. "And I suppose you are?" She winced as soon as she said it. Now she'd set herself up for a severe set-down. Paul only laughed. "Maybe. Maybe not. Only time will tell. And I suspect that time will tell where Angelo is concerned, and probably before too much longer." Jenny looked at Paul suspiciously. What did he mean? Did he know something? "Are you saying that Angelo is seeing another girl?" she demanded. "I don't believe it." "I never said any such thing," replied Paul, "and to be honest, as far as I know you're the only girl who sees anything in him." "Then just what are you insinuating?" demanded Jenny. "Nothing really. Just trusting my instincts. You're growing and maturing. Angelo is a wuss and you've already grown past him but don't realise it yet. I'll bet that you won't still be going out with him in a month's time." Jenny was feeling frustrated and indignant. What did Paul know about her relationship with Angelo? Nothing, that's what. As though she'd be willing to sleep with him if they were about to break up. A nagging little worry started to curdle in her tummy. Paul was very astute, she knew. Could he be right? And if he was, and she was sleeping with Angelo, it would be devastating. Maybe she'd better give it some more thought. Observing Jenny pointedly ignoring him, Paul grinned. "I'll do a deal with you, sweetheart," he said. "If you're still going out with Angelo in a month's time I'll pay for a meal for the pair of you at a restaurant of your choice. If he dumps you, or you dump him, before that, you have to go out on a date with me." "Deal," snapped Jenny, already considering expensive restaurants, "and don't call me sweetheart." She stalked on towards the mall where she was scheduled to meet Angelo, trying to ignore the tall figure walking next to her. To Jenny's intense irritation, Paul was still with her when she arrived at the mall, apparently intent on following her to her meeting with Angelo. "Why are you following me?" she demanded. "Curiosity," Paul said calmly. "There's something different about you today and I want to see what you're like when you meet Angelo." Something different about her? Could Paul see that she'd decided to finally sleep with Angelo? That sort of thing couldn't possibly show, could it? "I don't know what you're talking about. There's Angelo. Go away." Jenny waved to Angelo, smiling when he promptly spotted her and waved back. He was smiling, looking really happy to see her, almost bursting with happiness. Him, too? Could men sense when a girl wanted to have sex? Jenny hurried over to Angelo, hoping Paul would get the message and fade away. She was surprised when Angelo took her hands instead of kissing her. "Jenny, I've got great news," he said. "Bruce here has explained it all to me and everything is so much clearer now. Guess what? I'm gay. Bruce is my new friend." "What?" said Jenny, looking at the odd character standing next to Angelo, smiling possessively. "That explains why I've never really tried to sleep with you," said Angelo. "You're just the wrong person for me." "Never really tried?" thought Jenny, remembering a time or two when she'd just about needed a whip and a chair to fend him off. "And how long have you known?" she asked. "Well I've suspected for a while, but it wasn't until I met Bruce a month ago that I was really sure. We've moved in together. Things seem much simpler now that I've stopped fighting it." "I see," said Jenny. What could she say? "I wish you well," she said, turned and walked away. Jenny didn't really focus on anything. She just left the mall and walked away, stunned. Her heart felt like lead inside her. She'd been so excited and ready and now this. Fucking Paul. He must have known and he hadn't warned her. She lifted her head. She'd kill him. "No, absolve me of any blame," said Paul, and Jenny started to find he was walking next to her. "I just thought him a loser and you too good for him. I never realised he was gay, although thinking about it, it doesn't surprise me." "What makes you think I was blaming you?" asked Jenny indignantly. "Um, 'Fucking Paul. I'll kill him.' Sort of gave me a clue," Paul told her. "Oh." Jenny grimaced. She hadn't realised she'd been venting aloud. "Well, why are you still hanging around?" Jenny demanded. "You've had your fun and been proved right. You can just go away now?" "I'm sticking with you for a while for several reasons," Paul told her. "For a start you've just had a nasty shock and you might need a shoulder to cry on or a man to abuse. Second, you now owe me a date and why not tonight? Third, I strongly suspect from your earlier attitude that you'd finally decided to sleep with Angelo, and now you've had a serious let down and a good slap on your amour proper. That might cause you to decide to sleep with someone else, so I'm making sure I'm the only choice around." Jenny stared at him. Of all the arrogant, self-centred, chauvinistic swine. . . "Paul," she said quietly, "feel free to go away or to drop dead. Either will be suitable. I'm going home." Head high, Jenny walked determinedly home, refusing to even look at Paul to see if he had thoughtfully dropped dead. Arriving home, her eyes were tearing over as she fumbled with the lock. She was completely unprepared to have someone calmly reach past her, take the key to unlock the door and then shepherd her inside. She turned to blast Paul, tears already running down her cheek, when he pulled her to him, holding her as she cried. She wasn't sure how it happened but she found herself cuddled up against Paul, crying onto his chest, while he sat in one of her lounge chairs, just holding her. She cried for her lost dream, for her silly decision to sleep with Angelo, only to have the idea slapped down before it saw the light. She cried for what might have been and she cried because Paul had witnessed it all. And she cried because she wanted to. Jenny cried until she had no more tears, and just lay there, quietly curled up, hurting. She was vaguely aware of being picked up and carried but ignored it. Even when laid on the bed she didn't react. She did start to protest when she felt Paul undressing her. "No, Paul, please don't," she said, tears still leaking. "I can't. I just can't." "Relax, little one," whispered Paul. "It'll be alright. You don't need to worry. I'm here and watching you." She felt herself being tucked into bed, and trembled when she felt Paul join her there. He was naked, she could feel his skin against hers, and she was scared. "No, Paul, please," she mumbled. She found herself being held close, a hand idly closed around her breast. She knew Paul was ready to take her. She could feel him pressed up against her, and she shivered. "Just relax," came that quiet voice. "Close your eyes and just let it go." Oddly enough Jenny found that she could relax, with Paul holding her. Even with his hand on her breast, she felt protected. She lay there, feeling the tensions drain slowly away. She slept. Jenny woke up. Something was wrong. Badly wrong. She was lying on her back and someone was in bed with her, one leg hooked over one of hers and a large hand resting on her breast. Her heart jumped. Angelo! It had been a bad dream. She glanced to the side and saw dark hair. Paul! It was a nightmare. She jerked herself into a sitting position with a shriek, flailing at Paul's chest. He gave a grunt, opened his eyes and fended her off, laughing. "Hey, cool down," he said. "You're fine." "Rapist," she yelled at him. "You assaulted me when I couldn't defend myself. I distinctly remember saying no but you wouldn't listen would you. You abused me. You're nothing but a lecherous swine." "I assaulted you?" asked Paul. "Ah, when did this assault take place? I seem to have forgotten the details." "The hell you have," came the shrieked reply. "You're still right here in my bed. You took my virginity, and after I set no." "Um, still can't recollect it," said Paul. "If you could let me have more details?" "How do I know the details? I was asleep, damn you." "Oddly enough, so was I. Gee, I bet that's the first time both participants have slept through the deflowering of a virgin. Maybe we should check the Guinness Book of Records." Jenny paused. "You were asleep?" Paul nodded. "You mean you didn't. . ." Jenny's voice faltered. She suddenly realized she was sitting up in bed naked and that Paul was examining her figure with keen masculine interest. She hastily dived back under the covers, only to discover another disturbing fact. Paul was naked and it wasn't just his eyes that were interested in her. Jenny jerked her hand away from what she had accidentally grabbed. "Sad but true," said Paul, "but I didn't. You didn't seem in the mood and I didn't think you'd want a sympathy fuck, to put it crudely." Jenny blushed, relieved and feeling slightly insulted. She'd been naked. No-one had ever seen her completely naked before, and he hadn't been interested. "Don't get me wrong," Paul told her, watching the mixed emotions playing across her face. "It wasn't that I didn't want to. It was more of a case that you weren't in a position to defend yourself. It would have been like taking candy from a baby, and I'd have felt like a complete heel." "Oh," said Jenny. She sighed and bit the bullet. "Thank you for looking after me last night. I was a bit of a mess and I really do appreciate it." "And saying that must have hurt," said Paul. He grinned as she glared at him. "Um, would you mind going now?" Jenny asked in a small voice. "I want to get up." "Actually," said Paul thoughtfully, "I would. You're not helpless now and we are still naked and in bed. You should be able to give me a bit of a fight now." Jenny's eyes widened as Paul turned towards her, one hand claiming her breast and one leg snaking back over one of hers, drawing her legs further apart. "What do you think you're doing," she said with a yelp. "You surely don't think I'm going to let you take me now." "Not let, exactly," said Paul. "I expect some spirited resistance before you succumb, but you will yield and we both know it. We've been heading in this direction for ages now. I've just been waiting for you to grow up a bit." Jenny stiffened as she felt Paul's hand move from her breast, travelling along her body and capturing her mound. She squealed, trying to bring her legs together to protect herself, remembering Paul's leg over hers when her own leg failed to move. Jenny struggled vainly, pushing at Paul, trying to move his hands away from her delicate flesh, finding she couldn't stop him from making free of her breasts and her pussy. She pounded futilely on his back as his mouth descended on her breast, sucking on her nipple and gently biting. She squealed as Paul's hands dipped between her lips, stroking her internally, agitating her vulnerable inner nerves. Jenny lay there glaring up at Paul when he suddenly stripped the bedclothes off, looking at and enjoying her nudity. "OK, sweetheart," he murmured. "Time for us to progress things. Give it your best shot." Paul rolled over onto Jenny, settling between her thighs. She felt his hand close over her mound and felt his fingers spreading, spreading her lips at the same time. She squealed and twisted as she felt him pressing between his fingers, between her lips and into her. She did her best. She struggled and twisted, feeling Paul starting to move into her. She shrieked when she felt her hymen give way, but continued to resist as Paul pushed determinedly forward, slowly filling her. Her resistance didn't fade until she felt Paul give a grunt of satisfaction as his groin pressed hard against hers. Then she collapsed as if boneless, staring angrily up at him. "So go ahead," she snapped. "Ravish me. I can't stop you." "Liar," said Paul, deriding her. "You know damn well I would have stopped if you'd asked me to but you very carefully refrained from doing so. Now are you going to lie there like a blow-up doll or continue to show some spirit?" Blow-up doll? As if? Jenny was already pushing hard up against Paul before he'd finished talking. For Paul, what followed was an experience to be treasured. For Jenny, it was a first, and one she didn't want to forget. Paul drove forcefully down into Jenny, his hands anchored to her breasts as he went. He made no allowances for her inexperience. As far as his cock was concerned she was his and had been a thousand times in his dreams. Now he was making up for lost time, plunging into her hard and often. Where Jenny was concerned, what was happening was something her body had been itching for. The fact that it was Paul rather than Angelo made no difference to the way her body reacted. (Or maybe it did, she reflected? She couldn't imagine Angelo being this forceful, if he was to take her. She found she couldn't even imagine why she'd wanted Angelo to take her.) Jenny reacted just as forcefully to Paul as his assault upon her body. She pushed up against him dynamically. She was no blasted doll. She was a woman and quite willing to demonstrate this fact. If he wanted to use her, fair enough, she'd use him just as much, driving home against him as he assailed her yet again. Paul was delighted with Jenny's response. He'd always enjoyed sparring with her verbally, knowing she'd give as good as she got, and this talent was spilling over into the sex. He didn't need to make allowances for a fragile ego but could set about her as heroically as he liked, knowing she'd be bouncing right back at him. Bouncing being the operative word, as the pair of them almost came clear of the bed with the violence of their clashing bodies. Jenny was squealing and yelling, her legs clamped around Paul's waist, pulling him onto her even as he pushed forward, wanting him to fill her to as great a depth as possible. Excitement growing within her, Jenny clung to Paul, her hips pushing hard against him, taking the pounding he was delivering and staying for more, begging for more. Paul was gasping while he repeated lanced into Jenny's tight hot passage, his own tension growing by the moment. Christ, he thought, if she doesn't come soon I'm going to disgrace myself. He redoubled his efforts to please Jenny and himself. Hearing Jenny's scream was sweet music to Paul's ears, and a bloody relief to his balls. He relaxed and let his seed flow, pounding his final offering home to where Jenny was gratefully receiving it. Relaxing afterwards, Paul turned to Jenny. "Angelo dumped you so you owe me a date. I'll pick you up tonight about eight. Be ready." "What are you talking about?" snapped Jenny. "What about last night and just now?" "That wasn't a date," pointed out Paul. "Last night I was comforting an upset friend. This morning we can consider a training session. I need to take you out on a date and then be able to lure you to a place where I can seduce you romantically, peeling your clothes off with your enthusiastic cooperation while you undress me. Then I want to be able to drag you to a bed and ravish you all through the night. So, eight o'clock tonight. Be ready." Guess What Dear, We're Divorced Ralph looked up into her eyes, she was wild with passion her movements almost maniac as she moved in deep practiced strokes up and down the length of his pole. Over and over, she rose up and then slammed down burring him deep inside her wonderfully muscled sheath, her tightness and warmth were amazing, as he lost track of all other sensory input. She was wearing a sinister smile as she controlled both of their pleasure forcing him to just lay back and except the pounding she was happily administering to him. Ralph was in heaven it had been nine or ten months since he had gotten anything but a cursory quickie from her. Her head suddenly flipped backwards her damp hair moved in a sexy dance of purpose and need, she moaned out, "Oh yesss, baby your doing it, I'm cumming!" Her body flailing wildly from the convulsive spasms deep with her body she hardly noticed when a few seconds later he pushes upward with all his might burring himself deep inside of his wife as his body expelled the essence of life at the entrance to her womb. Her body spent Callista dropped onto Ralph and sighed, "My gosh Ralphie that was amazing, I mean that was probably the best you have ever done for me. See you can be an extremely good lover when you put your mind to it." Her attitude was demeaning and callous and was delivered with the same biting retort an angry dog owner responds with to his animal with after it finally gets his newest trick right. Kissing him on the lips like an adult does a small child, she smiles at him, her expression seemed almost sad, or even melancholy, she sighed and got up out of bed heading towards the bathroom. Ralph watched his wife of five years walk towards the bathroom her lithe sensuous sway of the hips was still very much like what he remembered when they first met his junior year of college, when she was a swimmer for their university. 'No matter what,' he thinks to himself, 'She has just got to be a bitch about it, damn it, how can someone who looks and pleasures the way she does, and that I have loved so much, have such a piss poor personality.' Shaking his head, he gets up off the bed as soon as he hears the shower start to flow. Sitting on the toilet he contemplates her weird mood swings, just then the shower curtain is pushed aside as Callista looks at him he jumps, "You startled me," he says sheepishly. She shakes her head then shrugs as she drops an expended container of disposable douche in the trash can in front of him. He glances at her with a, "Why are you doing that," confusion painted on his face. She never cleaned herself out after they made love, 'or had sex,' he thought; she had always said she liked to feel and smell of him on her and in her afterwards. Callista looking at him almost as is she can read his question, shakes her head letting her hair move around her face in a wild untamed look says, "this is a new day and I want to be fresh and new everywhere," with a sarcastic tone. Before Ralph can say anything else, she closes the shower curtain and begins to wash her long auburn tresses. Finishing her shower, they exchange places with a minimum of conversation, he washes himself off, lost in the emotional turmoil of the past 18 months, and the understanding that nothing that Callista has done during that time is as it appears. He remembers coming home early from work almost 18 months ago and finding Callista and her personal trainer a huge muscle bound Norwegian gorilla, in the throws of passion. The big olf was pumping in and out of her like a piston in a dragster, she was screaming in a way she never did with him. He became physically sick and had almost left and killed himself after finding them, but decided after some soul searching to try to save his marriage instead. In his whole life, he had never been in such emotional pain. He thought he had gotten away with discovering them without being seen, but when he came home an hour later Callista was crying on the couch, still in the housecoat she had been wearing, she ran over to him and just threw her arms around him. Crying she babbles out, "I had never meant for him to see what had happened today, it was the first time, Bjorn has been after me for almost seven months, and I just finally caved in. Please forgive me, it will never happen again." She looked and acted so sincere and apologized for hours and days afterwards, she changed her health club and Ralph had watched as she slapped the freak of nature as she stormed out of the old health club. He had realized that her attitude in spite of her academy award winning performance was a downward spiral from that point to this day. How is it a man can love a woman so completely for six years and yet she is capable of gutting him like a deer, of course many guys can be just as heartless he reckoned. He knew within weeks she had not ended the affair, but she now took great trouble to conceal it much better. He tried to act as if he knew nothing maybe she would change her mind, or come to her senses or something. However, all his inactivity did was made her more self assured and arrogant as she reveled in his apparent ignorance of her affair. Now he was torn as he struggled over his desire to have his loving wife back, or if she had really ever loved him in the first place. He knew he had, had enough of the pain to last a lifetime, and really didn't want any more. Callista had even used her younger sister Stephanie to be a moderator between the two of the for the last fourteen months, yea that was a big help Stephanie came over and talked and interacted with him for four hours twice a week. At first, Ralph had thought it was to work things out but one night Stephanie and he had followed Callista and found out, she would go to Bjorn's house for some personal fitness training. He made sure that he had cleaned himself off thoroughly before exiting the shower wearing a towel; Callista was standing in their bedroom made up to the hilt. She was wearing a sizzling hot little black cocktail dress that showed off her cleavage as well as much more of her toned legs than he wanted anyone but him to see. "Where did you get that dress from," he gulped. She twirled and he saw she had on a tiny black thong; the dress would not ever be able to conceal her bare ass cheeks when she sat down. "Oh Ralphie, I bought this especially for the occasion, for this very special day," the smile in her voice was almost louder than the smile on her face. The way she moved on the stiletto heals was almost hypnotic, the upward thrust of the heals showing off her toned muscled legs leaving him helpless to do anything but watch her as he always had when she dressed this way. Callista seductively wrapped her arms around his neck as his towel almost fell off, he grabbed the towel with both hands as she removes one of her hands and brushes the new tent pole he is hiding under the towel. Kissing him lightly on the lips then on both cheeks, as her hand almost if it has a mind of it's own continues to tease his fully erect manhood, as she whispers. "After five years of marriage, and almost six and half years together, the way you made love to me today was almost enough to make me sad that was the last time you'll ever touch me, but such is life." Her smile was almost sinister, then twirling suddenly releasing him her hair flying wildly around her face, and heads out the bed room door and down stairs. Ralph stood in total shock of what he has just heard, retying his towel, Ralph runs out of the bedroom, "Callista, what the hell did that mean." Moving down the stairs faster than he expects, when his still wet feet hit the tile at the bottom of the stairs he slips and falls feet in the air bare butt sliding on the cold tile. Looking up shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he is still stunned from his fall, surprise he sees his wife in the arms of her big blond muscle bound Norwegian fitness coordinator Bjorn, a man he has hated for almost eighteen months. Callista looked down at Ralph shaking her head in obvious disgust, "You always could find a way to embarrass yourself, and me for that matter." Reaching up she kisses the freak of nature holding her who up to this point has been sneering at him with the 'Yea I've been screwing your wife and I'm going to some more look.' Ralph gets up on his knees covering himself to provide some decency looks up at his wife with just the barest hint of tears in his eyes, "baby what's going on, you're my wife... " She breaks from Bjorn's grip, and looks at her watch, smiling she says, "Not as of five minutes ago we aren't. I suppose I should say, Guess what dear ... We're Divorced." Bjorn reaches into his jacket and hands her a envelope, she walks over to Ralph with a purposeful sensuous sway then runs the envelope up and down both sides of his face. "What are you talking about, baby were still married." Ralph asks in total confusion. "These are the final divorce papers you signed 10 weeks ago when you thought you were signing my company medical insurance forms. You remember I was giving you a blowjob at the time and swallowed your pitiful little load, you know Ralph when I swallow Bjorn I lose half of it out the sides of my mouth, he pumps in about a quart." Ralph looked like he was going to be sick at that revelation. Handing him the envelope he opens it and reads... April 21st ... 12 noon ... irreconcilable differences... pay off $600,000.00 is acceptable. "You bitch your taking the money I got from Mom and Dad's estate sale, how could you?" "Joint property my now ex-husband, joint property, you should have put it in a trust then I couldn't have touched it, but hey I left you with $400,000.00 so be happy, now be a good boy and transfer it into this account." She handed him a piece of paper with a bank account on it, "you have twenty minutes or I get to have you arrested for violating a court order. It's on page 12, I had it placed in the document to ensure your cooperation." Ralph stared at the woman in front of him, a woman he thought until a few brief moments ago he knew. He tried to say something anything, but in the end he looked at the paper in his hands, his shoulder's slumping signaling his defeat. Wearily he struggled to his feet and went to the phone to authorize the transfer of funds. As the bank put him on hold, she thought back over the last 18 months she realized how important that this move was for her long term well being. She had made a discovery in junior high that she had a wonderful effect on guys even older married guys, all she had to do is dress to show off her body and she almost always got her way. She also knew it was necessary to be the leader of the pack and she set out to be the coolest and most popular girl in school by her sophomore year was the reigning queen at her high school until her graduation. She smiled as she remembered the way her Algebra teacher had always made sure she sat in the front row to get up skirt shots, it probably didn't hurt that she always wore her panties tight and used a tanning salon to keep her skin at a perfect bronze tone. All through High School she was one of the women every guy wanted to date, although she wouldn't let anyone have their way with her, she was always in control and always on the look out for a better man. Taking any guy she wanted, at her whim, so many of those girls whose boyfriends she stole would get so hostile to her. But hey she couldn't help it if she was hot and the other girls weren't, besides those girls should be thankful that she showed them the flaws in their pitiful little boy friends, they weren't very faithful after all. Then in early October of her senior year a week after she turned 18 she got drunk at a friends party, she had broken up with her boy friend and her friend's father had comforted her as she cried. He even carried her up to his bedroom since his wife was away with her sick mother and let her sleep, he made sure everyone else at the party was gone or passed out drunk and came back up to take care of her. She awoke sometime later nude on his bed her body awash with pure passion and Mr. Roboulet's face buried in her pussy as he pushed her towards probably the best orgasm she had ever had. Forty minutes later, he was pumping in and out of her swollen tender pussy for the second time that night and she was involved with the father of her best friend. When he was done with her for the night, he helped her clean up and tucked her in bed next to his daughter. For the next six weeks two to three times a week Callista had allowed that man free access to her body she as she learned how to make a man crazy. She became very talented in her newly developed oral ability, and even swallowed. Her mentor taught her to screw in a myriad of positions, including anal sex. As soon as she had the schooling she needed, Callista had enough ammunition to blackmail the idiot since she managed to film three of their sessions and then cut him off. She was demanding he pay her for the trauma he had caused her, or else his wife, family, church, and employer would all find the tape in their possessions. So from December of her senior high school year until she married Ralph the September after she graduated college, he paid her $400 a month, a tidy sum of over $23,000 for six weeks of sex lessons. She remembered being a bit bitter over how her friend's dad had abused her, so she used the next nine months before she left for college to use and abused guys in her high school. She also used her body as well as her new talents to destroy the girls who had not treated her with the proper respect, by taking their boyfriends and screwing them then sending them back to their old girlfriends. She even went so far as to take three boyfriends away from her pain-in-the-ass little sister Stephanie when she was home from college her freshman and sophomore years. "My god!" her sister had moaned, cried, and complained as if her life had ended. Callista had explained to the twerp she, Callista was the queen bee and would take what she wanted from whomever she had wanted. The whole idea of her sister going to bed with her boyfriend crushed Stephanie, but she really had no recourse against her sister. Callista reasoned wouldn't any high school guy rather have a 20-year-old college girl with a perfect face and body who puts out, or a slightly overweight high school "Ice Queen," I mean be real, the guys loved how she made them turn to jello. In college she had been introduced to better hung men with a good deal of stamina, and she also found out many Professor's male and female were willing to give out wonderful grades for a taste or use of her body. Her first three years were a delightful combination of control and pleasure, and she maintained a 3.8 grade point average and received numerous outstanding student scholarships. Then in December of her Junior Year, she and Ralph were introduced to each other by a mutual acquaintance from the swim team. Ralph was actually one of the trainers for the swim team; she had been less than impressed. That is until a few days later she had overheard him talking to some friends about his parents, ill health and that he was in line to receive a nice settlement from their estate in the next few years. Callista went to work immediately scheming and plotting, and quickly wrapped her love starved little man around her finger. Of course, what he didn't know and never found out was that she was still doing her Professors, one must keep up her grades, so she kept one of her studs available to take care of her needs, girls need pampering you know. When she got married, she really tried to stay faithful to Ralph turning over a new leaf. She only played around a couple of time during her first three years, Ok four or five guys. Then two years ago she had met Bjorn and it took her almost six months to overcome his reluctance to get involved with a married woman. Of course Ralph had spoiled the first time by coming home early, my lord she had to cry and whine and act so repentant, she even had Bjorn fired from his health club to sooth Ralph's poor ego. To this day, she wondered why Ralph had not caught on that Bjorn was majority owner in the group of three health clubs. She was extremely careful from then on when she met with Bjorn taking care to ensure her private lessons were always at different places and times, and she always had two or three people to give an alibi for her when she did. Ralph was so easy to play he would just sit like a love sick puppy and believe her simple responses when he questioned her about anything. She even talked her little sister into being an intermediary with Ralph as the two of them had always gotten along well. Good lord they were quite a pair. Callista figured Stephanie was five years younger in age and maturity so Ralph was about her level. During the hottest portion of the affair, Callista had talked with Stephanie over issues that needed worked out with Ralph so she could go talk to him and try to figure out how to make the perfect marriage better. These twice-weekly meetings with Ralph gave her free time to see her stud, while her honey was otherwise occupied. She had always made sure she had the money put back in a separate account. She needed to look good and keep up with the newest fashion changes. The one fight Ralph and she had repeatedly was her monthly clothing bill; Ralph felt she was spending money on clothes she didn't even wear. She wore them all right just not around him. Men need to be enticed sometimes, even when you're willing to give yourself away. Callista always enjoyed the attention of good-looking men, and when she could pull their eyes from their dates, she knew she still had it. Ralph just had never figured out how much he had paid for her to get these men's attention, or in some cases, get some of them to give her some very personal intimate things they possessed. When the settlement on Ralph's parents estate finally came in Callista was in heaven the total was right at $1 million dollars, and the dough head didn't put any of it in trust, so it was considered joint property. She had contacted a less than morally upright lawyer that a girl Bjorn knew had recommended about a month after the settlement. In the end, she had to use some oral enticements on a number of occasions to get him to see things her way. Something Bjorn never knew anything about. Nevertheless, in the end he had filed for divorce in a county two over from theirs using a phony address and a P.O. Box number. When the papers arrived, she had signed for them and that night fed her loving trusting husband a lot of beer and a blowjob while she had him sign some "new medical papers from her part-time work place." Once the ink dried, she set up her parting shot, which included the last sex and stunning so he would transfer the money without contacting his lawyer, which could be trouble. She knew she was less than four hours from sitting on a beach in Jamaica, with a drink in her hand and the sun beating down on her, it was going to be a great start to the rest of her life... Callista was brought back to reality with Ralph suddenly saying, "Yes sir I'm here," to the Bank manager, as the man on the phone asked Ralph for his code to the accounts. Ralph balks for a moment then as Callista glared at him, he gave the man both his and Her codes to release the money. After hanging up, he turned to his wife... his ex-wife, "They will call back with verification in five minutes." Turning he runs upstairs tripping on the top step, both of his the antagonists snicker, he blushed but continued to the master bedroom, he returned after he changed out of his towel and into a shirt and warm up pants. On his way down the stairs, he hears Bjorn ask his honey, "How did you get him to just sign over the money?" Guess What Dear, We're Divorced "I was sure if I hit him out of the blue he would just respond verses letting him think about it for a while, then he could have done something to at least slow it down." "Ok but how did you know he would respond like that?" "You have to know your adversary well enough to use both their strengths and weaknesses against them. Trust me lover I know my Ex like the back of my hand, maybe even better than he knows himself." The phone rang right as Ralph deftly alighted on the tile floor. Answering it, he verified the transfer and handed the phone to his ex-wife. "They want to talk to you." Upon answering and giving them her release code, she said, "Thank You," hung up the phone then walked over to Ralph. "While we were upstairs saying goodbye, Bjorn loaded the last of my bags and stuff into the car," turning she handed Bjorn her purse, "Please go on out baby I'll be right behind you." Facing Ralph she put her arms around his neck and kissed him on his lips, Looking him directly in the eyes she took her last shot at demoralizing him, "You're a good provider, friend, and can be a better than average lover. However, frankly you're a Putz. I want a real man, one I can respect, one who is awesome in bed, and can support...no, really spoil me in the manner, which I deserve. That would be Bjorn for now. Have a great life if you can find some one to accept your bumbling ways." Turning like a queen leaving her court, she walked out of his house and her former life with a carefree strut. She eased into the corvette convertible sideways and swung her legs around making sure she left them parted enough so that Ralph could see she no longer sported that thong she had on earlier. Waving at Ralph, she blew him a kiss and yelled over her shoulder as they pulled away, "Too bad you lost, but I can make one guarantee, you will never see me again." Bjorn accelerated around the corner and moved effortlessly into the traffic on the busy state highway. Ralph sighs, looking across the street at the neighbor staring at him. Mustering up some dignity, he waved then picked up the newspaper and went back inside. There is a single tear falling down his cheek, even the most treacherous of women should have a tear shed for them. Ralph looked at the clock, then sitting down tried to put into perspective what had just happened. After a bit he climbed the stairs and proceeded to go into the bedroom, disgusted as he looks at the sheets and covers still jumbled from his earlier activity. He striped the bed of the sheets, tossed of both them and the bedspread into the trash. Remaking the bed with a freshly washed set and down comforter making sure everything down to the pillows was new. He sighed and questioned the situation aloud, "I really wonder how long it will take me to put things back in order, and have some form of normalcy back in my life." Looking at the phone, he knew he should call Stephanie. He wanted to let her know she didn't need to come over for their twice weekly meeting tonight, as well as relay to her what has just occurred with Callista. Picking up the phone, he dialed her number. "Hello," a cheery female voice says. "Hi Steph, it's Ralph." "Well hello." "Listen your sister just left, she handed me a set of final divorce papers and took off with her muscle headed boyfriend. It's over." "I'm so sorry Ralph." "Yea." "Listen Ralph, I'll come over for a bit ok, it sounds like you could use some company." "Yea, I think I do need some company," he waited for her to hang up her phone before following suit; he walked down stairs and headed to the kitchen. Retrieving a beer he continued into the living room still not fully comprehending what has just happened, the emotions he felt were numbing his senses. Sitting in his overstuff chair staring into space he was brought back to the present by an ever so light knock on the front door. "Come in." Ralph called out. A young woman in her early twenties peeked around the corner of his living room. She had shoulder length light brown hair, and an almost boyish figure. Granted it she didn't have the perfectly toned body as Callista's, but it actually made her appear smaller than she was. Wearing her trademark polo shirt and jeans, Steph was more into function than form, unlike her older sibling. She smiled when Ralph said, "Hi little lady." Running over to Ralph sitting in his chair she crawled on to his lap and straddled his legs. "I am not little, besides Daddy used to say the best things come in small packages." Pressing her hungry mouth down on his, she began to probe his mouth with her tongue. Scooting forward in the chair he stood up wrapping his arms under her legs for support and to keep her in place as she wrapped her legs around his body. Making his way into the bedroom, he knelt on the bed and laid her back onto the bed while still locked between her legs. "Hey lover, how did you finally get her to take the last step, we have been waiting for this for so long," he asked. Ralph thought about how Stephanie had first been a sounding board for him and had tried to gently maneuver Callista back to him. When the final settlement of his parents estate had come in he had been shocked they had left him over $7 million dollars after all the outstanding debts had been paid. Better yet $6 million was in a blind trust that he alone knew about, and when Callista had suddenly become so excited when she found out he was worth right at $1 million dollars, it had been pretty evident where she was heading, even if the bimbo thought he was naïve to her plans. His lawyer watched the court filings for the surrounding counties and found the courthouse where Callista had filed the divorce papers. His lawyer waited until she played the game with the divorce papers signing and quietly had her lawyer investigated. Faced with the problems of a fraudulent legal action that could lead to disbarment, he turned state's evidence and the police sting went into full action. Callista headed downtown to privately send her money to whatever bank she had set herself up with; only all his money remained locked up tightly in his accounts, an account he removed her from a week earlier. With the police listening devices in place in the house, they had picked up the confession about tricking him into signing the papers as well as her admission to Bjorn about her planning the money sting. When Ralph called the bank, he had talked with the police detectives not the bank manager. Therefore, when Callista walked in to the bank in her blithe manner thinking she was now fancy free they arrested her on the spot along with Bjorn. Bjorn would be given a chance for a deal; turn on his lover and he would get to stay in the USA being he was a foreign national or if he stuck with his tight little piece of ass, he would be deported after his jail time. Callista would get jail time and a chance to sign the real divorce papers, where Ralph would take all the bills. She would get $10,000 for every year of their marriage, which he held in an account for her until she got out of the slammer, only the total would be $50,000, not the $600,000 she was scheming for. If she refused, Ralph would sue her and get his divorce and his ex-wife would get no money. It was going to crush Callista to find out the Putz was not only pretty aware of what went on in his life, but can play hardball when he wanted to, and he would get Stephanie, the perfect girl and her younger sister in the end also. Stephanie smiled as she answered him, "Truthfully all I used was my knowledge of her, you have to know your adversary well enough to use both their strengths, and weaknesses against them, she taught me that. Trust me lover I know my older sister like the back of my hand, maybe even better than she knows herself. I've been playing with that bimbo's head for years, this time I finished the game set match. She used to steal my boy friends in high school and college just to see me cry. I've known I was in love with you for the last year, when I understood what she was doing to you I knew I could be yours, and you could be mine, and justice be done." "Oh," Ralph whispered as he looked at Stephanie and smiled. Recognizing that special look she had that meant she was his for the taking, he couldn't help but smile. He had watched that look in her eyes for almost 14 months as they shared one other, and now they would share it with each other for the rest of their lives. Please take time to vote, we all take a huge amount of time to work out a story, good bad or indifferent your voting helps us to become better more focused writers, which in turn gives you the reader a better product. I appreciate any and all feedback. Guess What! I Met A Girl (The following is another "true to life" account of my affairs of the heart...) (Please, read "My Life, So Far" first, as there are some references that might not make sense, unless you read them in order. Thanks, ENJOY...) * * * * * "GUESS WHAT! I MET A GIRL!!" After being depressed for half a year, over losing the first real love of my life, Julie, to a goddamned drunk driver, I "bumped," quite literally, into a real beauty. I was ecstatic! Elated!! And more. (I was very happy, needless to say!!) Her name is Melissa, "Mel" to her fiends (and don't ever call her "Lisa" 'coz she'll break your arm!!) and, boy, is she a knock-out!! She is twenty-two years old, 5'8" tall. Her vital stats: 35c-24-33, and she's a full-time Physical Therapy student at the University, where I met her!! We almost hit each other on our bikes! She was just getting started into biking seriously (new bike, helmet, pads, etc.) so she couldn't ride nearly as far, hard, fast as I could, then... but, who cared!! With a body like hers, she didn't need to keep up with anyone!! One more thing... SHE LOVES TO F-U-C-K!! Oh God, does she LOVE to fuck!! After our second date (I thought I'd get nowhere with her. She was so darn serious all through our bike ride) she asked me up to her dorm room for a drink of ice water. Duh--I said yes!! Once there, I wanted to kiss her. She didn't fight me. In fact, she kissed me back! With her tongue in my mouth!! I grabbed her left breast with my shaky right hand, and tweaked her nipple. She laughed and fell back on her bed. I apologized for my stupid tremor, when she asked, "Parkinson's?" I told her it was something like that, not believing how she even knew what that was. But, before I could ask her, she'd taken off her shirt and was reaching for my shorts, in one swift motion! I got her bra off with little difficulty. I'd learned how from Julie! (Dear, sweet Julie...[sniff]) Once topless, I feasted my eyes on the most magnificent pair of breasts this side of Heaven! I asked her to take off the rest of her clothes. She did... Then I asked her to help me out of my clothes. She did... So, there we were. Both bare assed naked. Wondering what to do next... SHE WAS A VIRGIN!! So was I, practically. I decided to make the first move. I grabbed for her nipples and pinched them, lightly. She let out a squeal that was so cute, I fell in love with her, right then and there! She said she wanted to lick my "thingy". "OK. But I want to lick yours, too," I said, breathing heavily! 69/Sixty-Nine was achieved that day!! I made sure that she had an orgasm before I got out a condom, from my bike bag("Be prepared" I learned in the Boy Scouts") and showed Mel how to put it on me using, only, her mouth. (Another trick that Julie showed me. God, I really did miss her![sniff!]) But, Mel was too tight!! It took fifteen minutes of poking and prodding with my fingers, tongue and a carrot that she had in her fridge to open her up enough to get my penis into her tight, hot, very wet box!! By this time I could have pounded a hole in the wall with my hard-on!! But, it was worth it!! I fucked her up... I fucked her down!! We fucked standing, sitting, laying down--with her on top and with me on top!! I started to feel the tingling in my soul! That tell-tale sign that I was going to cum! Just before I lost it, I pulled my cock from her pussy, reached over and grabbed some Vaseline from her nightstand, and greased up her anus. I rolled the rubber off my dick and plunged myself, all the way up her tight little bung hole and came!! I must have released a lifetime of FRUSTRATION, ANGER, DENIAL, DEPRESSION, ACCEPTANCE...ALL THAT EDNA K. ROSS SHIT JUST FLOODED OUT OF ME IN THAT ONE EJACULATION!! And all Mel said in a squeaky, rasping, very quiet voice was, "...thank you." * * * * * Well, that's our story and we're stickin' with it! I'm writing this story from Mel's dorm room, right now. Mel wants to say something: "Hi, all you readers in Literotica-Land! I love BB's bod! You all oughta' try it sometime!!" Aww, Mel. You're makin' me blush!! Love ya' later, kiddies!! B'bye!! xxxoooxxx, BB & MEL Guess What I Saw? This is my first submission, so thank you for reading! I was not too sure what category to post under, because the story covers some territory, but I hope this is OK. Enjoy! Comments encouraged. *********** I've never thought of myself as a dirty old man. Hell, I've never thought of myself as old! True, I'm nearly fifty, but I don't FEEL old. And I've never been especially attracted to women much younger than me. I'm still not, as a rule. But, I've learned there are exceptions to every rule. And that's what caused my problem. Maybe I should start at the beginning... I've lived in this house, in this quiet little neighborhood, for a long time. I've seen neighbors come and go. The neighbors right next to me have been here as long as I have, though. Nice people, big family. We barbecue together, celebrate birthdays, all that stuff. They have a slew of kids, five of them, from age 6 or 8 up through about 20 years old. Yeah, they've been busy. You know, one of those religious families that takes pride in having a lot of kids. They kept trying for a son, but 4 girls came along first. Such is life. Anyway, maybe that's too far back, BEFORE the beginning. The beginning of my problem, in any case. Yeah. My problem started last fall, give or take. Did I mention our houses are really close together in this neighborhood? No? Well, they are. Really close, like 10 feet apart. And, by the grace of grand design and good planning, our huge living room windows face one another. Brilliant. At least they are staggered a little bit instead of being straight across. It still doesn't do much for privacy, though, let me tell you. Especially when you want a little bit of light in the room. If you're like me, and like to roam around the house in your skivvies, you have to be careful. Even worse, my wife and I like to make recreational use of the couch, too, so we moved it to the side of the room that isn't visible from their living room. I wouldn't want to offend anyone, and sure wouldn't want little kids to see anything they shouldn't. I'm fairly conscientious, and don't want to be disrespectful, you know? The only problem is, one of the kids' bedrooms is upstairs and that window still looks down onto the couch. Usually no one is up there except at the kids' bedtime, but still, there's always a chance. So we have to be extremely careful to pull the curtains or make sure they aren't home when we get frisky in the living room. It's always worked out fine. Until last fall. I happened to be home on a weekday. I don't remember why. Even though it was fall, it was one of those bright, sunny days, warm enough to throw back the curtains and open the windows a bit. The kids had started school. This is a working-class neighborhood, so being home on a weekday can be a pretty quiet experience, and I was enjoying some much-needed "me time. I was sitting on the couch, reading or something, I don't exactly remember what. In my underwear, of course. I hate clothes, except for decoration and to keep me warm. Yeah, I know, I'm weird. Anyway, the warm, fresh air must have gotten to me, because I found myself growing horny. Well, goodness! What is a fella to do when his wife is at work, and he's home alone, feeling horny, you ask? That's right. Off came the underwear, and I soon had cock in hand. I was sprawled on the couch, naked as the day I was born, thrashing my poor penis like it owed me money. My eyes were closed, and I remember feeling the warmth of the sun on my face, and I'm sure I had some naughty fantasy running through my head, fueling my frantic masturbation. My nipples are really sensitive, too, so I was tweaking them while I stroked. As I was getting fairly close to coming, I opened my eyes to half slits, heart chugging like a freight train. I wasn't really focused on anything except the electricity spreading through my loins and the visions in my head, but something caught my attention and drew me back into the present. I wasn't sure what, at first, but then I saw it. A tiny bit of movement. A hand drawing the curtains aside in the upstairs bedroom window, a furtive face glancing down. The face of the second oldest daughter, Kelly. I didn't have the lights on, so I didn't figure she could really see me since I wasn't by the window. The way her expression changed, though, and the way her eyes drilled into me – yeah, she could see me! Holy fuck. She's a senior at the high school, which is exactly where she should have been – not here, watching me! Now, I know what you are probably thinking. You're probably thinking the sight of a pretty girl, one at the threshold of her budding sexuality, excited me so much I put on a show for her or something. That I looked lustfully into her eyes as I jerked myself to a full-scale eruption... Fuck no! I'm not a pervert! Jeeezzzz. No. In fact, I startled so badly when I saw her there, I thought my already-pounding heart might explode. Ashamed and embarrassed, I jumped up from the couch and ran into the bedroom and found some clothes. Holy crap. I was afraid of so many things in those next few minutes, I can't begin to elucidate. Fuck me sideways! I was picturing my whole life going down the shitter, all because I thought no one was home next door. Damn. And I was really worried about Kelly, too. I have known her since she was a little kid, and I didn't want to traumatize her. I felt awful. Just fucking awful. I milled around the house for a while. I was trying to find something to do, anything to pass the time, but I couldn't concentrate. I had just about decided to go out for a while when the doorbell rang. Shit! My heart dropped. Maybe it was cops or something! Or worse, Kelly's dad. I checked the peephole. But it wasn't the cops. Or her dad. It was Kelly. I thought about not opening the door, but she knew I was home. Damn. I had to man up, and apologize. I opened the door. I planned to apologize. In my head I heard myself apologizing, words flowing out in a flood. But no. I just stood there, looking stupid, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, not saying a damned thing. "Hi, Mr. Mac." That's what everyone calls me. Mr. MacTarnahan seems too big a mouthful. Kelly smiled broadly. "Guess what I saw?" If she was upset, she sure didn't show it. As a matter of fact, her grin was rather adult and quite conspiratorial. I sputtered, trying to string together a sentence. Finally the dam holding back my words broke. "I'm so sorry, Kelly!! I didn't know you were home. Why aren't you at school??" Quickly realizing this sounded a bit accusatory, I plunged on. "I didn't mean for you to see anything. Really, I'm so sorry! Please don't say anything, I'll be more careful..." I think I rattled on longer, but you get the idea. "Mr. Mac, it's OK. I'm not a kid anymore. I'm 18!" "But, Kelly, just because you're 18..." She cut me off. "It's OK. Besides..." She tilted her head a little to one side and smiled, "I liked it! You have a nice cock, Mr. Mac! I wish you hadn't stopped." She flashed the full force of her smile, and then sprinted back down off the porch and back into her house, ponytail bouncing with each athletic step. Well, fuck me sideways! OK, I bet I know what you're thinking again. You're thinking I took that as a cue to start beating off at the window every time she was home alone. Or you're thinking we started having some kind of sordid affair right there and then. But I told you, I'm not a pervert! At least, I never intended to be. So, what happened was this – exactly nothing, at least for a while. Life went on as normal. I started to think my unfortunate indiscretion was going to be forgotten. I saw Kelly and her family like always, just being neighborly and all. True, I sometimes felt Kelly's eyes on me, just a little too long and too intently, but I pretty much convinced myself it was my imagination. She never said a word out of line, gave me not hint that she thought any more about it. I was really beginning to think it was all in my head, that she had let it all go, when she did something that changed my mind. We had a bit of an Indian summer, and the weather turned warm again. This must have been late September, maybe even early October, but it got up into the 70's a few days. I was out back, working in the yard, when I saw Kelly come out of her back door. She waved to me before going down the steps into the yard. We have a cedar privacy fence between the yards, so once she came down off the deck she was out of sight. I didn't think a thing of it, and just went about my chores. But a few minutes later, I saw her hand flick up and hang her shirt on the fence, followed moments later by her denim shorts. I'll be damned if she didn't hang her sports bra and little pink panties up there, too! She had to know I would see them. Holy moly. I don't know what she was thinking. I don't know if she wanted me to spy on her through a knothole, or if she wanted me to come into her yard and seduce her, or what. I guess I'll never know. But I DO think she wanted me to know she was sunbathing nude. I mean, cripes, it wasn't even really warm or sunny enough to tan! She had to be doing this for my benefit. She wanted me to see! Otherwise, why would she make a show of hanging her clothes on the fence, right? But I was good. I behaved. I didn't make any effort to peek or seduce. If I happened to catch a glimpse between the fence slats of her lithe form stretched out on the towel, it wasn't because I was trying to. The next little hint I got that things weren't just in my head happened just a few days later, on a Sunday morning. I was puttering around the living room – fully clothed, mind you – when I caught sight of some movement at the neighbors' living room window. Not a big deal, by itself. With five kids and three dogs there's almost always movement at the window when anyone is home. Usually, though, the whole clan goes to church on Sundays, and I didn't hear the dogs, so it seemed kind of strange. I did a double take, certain I caught sight of someone moving this time. Sure enough, Kelly came right up to the window, completely nude! And there was no mistake – she knew I was there. She waved at me! She stretched her arms wide, completely unhurried, and took hold of the open curtains, smiling at me the whole time. She lingered with her hands clutching the fabric, and maybe it's because I know the family is religious, but in a flash I thought of the crucifixion, of sacrifice and offerings. She was so close I could see the puckered skin around her pink nipples, inches from the glass, and I knew they were hard. I took in her neat little bush of reddish-brown pubic hair. I didn't mean to stare, but I was so taken aback it never occurred to me to look away. She drew the curtains closed. "What are you looking at, dear?" I nearly shit myself at my wife's innocent question. "Uh, nothing!" I stammered, way too quickly. Fuck. I even sounded guilty to ME. Of course, Monica's radar is infallible, and she picked up on my guilt right away. Never mind that I hadn't really done anything wrong. She cut me a "What the hell are you up to?" look that made my nuts want to crawl back up inside. I mumbled something about thinking I saw movement at the neighbor's house, which was true. I also said I hadn't seen anything, which was patently UN-true. She didn't believe me for a second, but I didn't budge. I suppose, looking back, that if I had just told her what was going on right then, things would have been fine. I have no idea why I didn't. Well, shit – I have to call bullshit on myself, there. Who am I kidding? I know exactly why I didn't say anything. I felt horribly guilty because I really liked what I saw. And I didn't want it to stop. There, I said it. Are you happy? Well, that little snafu seemed to blow over, and everything was copacetic with the wife again. The winter was pretty uneventful. Sure, Kelly snuck a little wave at me now and then, when she thought no one else was looking, but that was it. Things stayed nice and calm for a few months. But it sure didn't last. One Spring Saturday morning, my wife answered a knock at the door. It was Kelly, asking if she could wash our cars to raise some money. I guess she had a trip coming up and needed extra cash. My wife told her we'd love to help, but she was leaving in about 15 minutes to teach a pottery class. They talked for a while, and I guess they decided Kelly could wash Monica's car first, and then she could wash mine after Monica left. I was only halfway paying attention. To be honest I was avoiding being around Kelly and my wife at the same time. I had this awful fear Monica would somehow tell there was something going on. Even though there wasn't! Like I said, she has radar. Anyway, they figured it all out, and before Monica left, she handed me some bills and told me to pay Kelly when she was finished. I was working on editing some pictures and lost track of time when I heard the door open a bit and Kelly called "Mr. Mac, I'm finished!" "Come on in, Kelly!" I called back. I was in the living room, right down the hallway. I heard her close the door and pad down the hallway, and looked up as she rounded the corner. "Jesus Christ, Kelly!" That's all I could get out, partly because I was embarrassed that I had said "Jesus Christ" to a kid from a religious family, and partly because I was shocked by her appearance. She was dressed in a crop-topped white tee shirt and yellow cotton soccer shorts. That was odd enough, because around her family Kelly dresses very conservatively. But the thing that blew my mind was, she was soaked to the skin from head to foot, and her clothes might well have been painted on in translucent paint. She was cold, too, and every inch of her skin was dimpled with goosebumps. Her tiny, hard nipples struggled at the clinging material of her tee. I could see the color of her small aureolas through her shirt, and (bless me, I tried not to look!) the shorts showed a perfect outline of her labia. She obviously didn't have any underwear on. Good god. Time seemed to stand still while I tried to figure out what to say, how to get her out of my living room. I must have stood there gaping for quite some time, because Kelly spoke before I could. "You OK? Something wrong, Mr. Mac?" She had a hint a mischievous smile that told me she knew exactly what was wrong. "Kelly, what would your parents say? You, you're practically... you shouldn't... Aren't you COLD?" Very articulate, right? What was I supposed to say? You look like you're naked? Kelly laughed at me, at my stupid stammering. "Yeah, I'm a little cold." She passed her hands over her belly and across her breasts. The movement seemed unconscious, not just for show. But I could see she liked the feel of her perky nipples. "But, your parents... they won't like you wearing that." I motioned clumsily at her skimpy outfit. "What are they going to say when you go back home?" "Don't worry. They went to visit Sammy in Nevada for the weekend." The oldest sister, Samantha, goes to UNLV. "I'm home all by myself." Her look told me I was in serious trouble if I didn't get her out of there, and SOON. She chewed on her lower lip in a way that just about drove me crazy. "You'd better get into some dry clothes, Kelly." "Are you sure I couldn't warm up here?" she purred. "Uh, no, that's not such a good idea." She didn't seem upset. Instead, she seemed tickled. "If you say so, Mr. Mac." I handed her the cash Monica had left, and steered her toward the door with a hand on her shoulder. I could feel her shivering a little bit under my touch. I walked just behind her, and I noticed her shorts clung to her round, smooth ass-cheeks, and when she walked it made the most mesmerizing bubble pattern where the wet fabric stretched across the crack of her behind. I cursed myself for looking, but I couldn't seem to help it. "And don't stay outside long," I added. I was already worried someone would see her leaving looking like this. "In those wet clothes you can see your whole body!" Kelly gave me a look I couldn't read at first. "Don't you like my body?" she asked, and this time there was no coquettish teen about her. Instead of teasing me, she seemed truly uncertain about whether I would like her shape. "Oh Kelly, you know..." My voice trailed off. I started to tell her exactly what I thought, that she was beautiful and was driving me crazy, but I stopped myself. Instead, I finished, "You know your dad and mom would be pissed." Her eyes got wide, but a little of her confidence returned, and she smiled again. She knew what I was thinking and feeling, even if I hadn't said it. She could also probably see my hard-on, despite my best efforts to casually hide it. "You're not gonna tell my dad you've seen me naked, are you?" she asked, all sweetness and innocence again. Good god, she was playing me like a cheap fiddle. But I didn't hate it. "No, you know I'm not gonna tell your dad!" I laughed, kinda nervous but kind of relieved that she wasn't upset, too. "Now you should get home." She smiled, and turned to go, and it was all I could do not to reach out and pat her ass to send her on her way. "Oh, and Kelly?" "Yes, Mr. Mac?" She turned backed expectantly. "Thank you." Big pause. Way too big a pause, while we looked at each other appraisingly. "Um, you know, for, um, washing the cars. See you later." Laughing, she said "Yeah. You're welcome. And if you pay attention, you might see me sooner, rather than later." She quickly turned and sprinted lightly up to her doorstep. I went back into the house, totally hot and bothered. What did she mean by that? I got myself a cup of coffee and tried to work on pictures again, but I couldn't concentrate. I was tormented by the situation. I had no idea why Kelly had focused on me. She had always been my favorite of the neighbor's kids, it's true, but I had never thought of her in a sexual way. I hoped I had never sent her any inappropriate signals. Now, I was so worked up I don't know how I could help but send signals. I remember her when she was a little five year old kid. She was always the sweetest of the siblings, but full of spirit and independence, too. She didn't always get along with her parents because of that independent streak, but she was never a bad kid. I was having a whole lot of trouble reconciling the image of the little girl I once knew to the lovely creature that has been torturing my poor, perverted, damned soul. Fuck me. No no, DON'T fuck me! Oh lord, am I in trouble. While I was sitting there, feeling miserable for contributing to the corruption of a minor – no, wait, that isn't really right, she's not a minor – I was amazed to realize I was still turned on by the image of Kelly in those clinging, revealing, wet clothes. My cock was still a bit hard, and I had a dull ache in my balls. Her words keep coming back to me. "You might see me sooner." Like a siren's song, the window beckoned. Taking my cup, I went to take a look, and sure enough, she was there. She must have known, even before I knew, that I would be drawn to the window. She was watching for me, and as soon as I came within sight, she began what she had been waiting for. She smiled at me, and then began to undress. It wasn't really a striptease. It was just the slow and deliberate movement of someone who knows they are being watched. Knows, and likes it. Totally nude, totally unashamed, she sat in the chair she had pulled up. She put one foot up on the low sill, and began to move her hands over her body – up the length of her legs, and then, with fingertips spread, up the smooth lines of her belly and over her breasts. I knew I should go, just turn and walk away. Shut the curtains. Anything. But I just couldn't. I stood, and I watched.