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How Did You Know?

By: Seal 6



Sometimes things happen that defy reason. A man beats odds of 17 million to one and wins a Lottery, you draw a Royal Straight flush. This is a report about two woman who would have suffered a cruel and drawn-out death except for the actions of a small child and two good men.

Grab a beer, get the feet up and follow SEAL 6 as I tell you a no shitter.

Gail Thomas, Jane Roberts, and Dee Dee Desato owned and operated the "Far Away" gift shop in New York City. Their reputation was made by having on sale items not found anywhere else. So it was that Gail and Jane were in Egypt hunting for items to sell in their shop. They received information from a sly deceitful old man that he knew of some woman in Libya who could put them into contact with Pdean Rashaad, a merchant connected to the Libya Mafia that could secure for them items of great beauty.

Greed and a sense of adventure were more powerful then good sense. Jane and Gail found a cab driver who knew a way for them to get to Aj Kufrah, Libya without being checked by border guards. A small house was rented in the North west outskirts of the city. The cabbie then set off to locate the Woman that they were to contact. Gail plugged in her lap top computer and typed a E-mail to Dee Dee, who was still in New York. She had finished all but the address when their contact woman and her four year old son arrived. They sat in the living room. In a couple minutes the boy wandered into the kitchen where the computer sat running.

Her little fingers hit the right side of the keyboard and printed this address: mklp=opikmjklokloikmlko. He moved the cursor to the send now area and hit the button. Gail's message was sent, but not to Dee Dee.

Major Tug MaGraw, USMC, was the duty officer, covert missions, CIA Langley. His message screen came to life, and at the same time his printer activated to drop a printout of the message into his basket. In fourteen seconds he read the message and had flipped switches putting the message onto the screens of Houston NASA, CIA Computer tracking, CIA Operations Command, and Combat information control of the carrier Yorktown in the Mediterranean. Tug ordered that two SEALS be taken to Egypt. There they would be flown at 30,000 feet into Libya airspace for a drop.

CIA using pictures from redirected cameras that Houston NASA had focused on Aj Kufrah and had located the building that Gail and Jane were in.

Why all this activity? Gail is a street wise worldly woman that has lived all her life in New York City. She and her partners had developed a sarcastic descriptive vocabulary to describe how men reacted to them, and their business dealings. Gail was 38, stood 5' 9," and weight 139. Jane was 40, stood 5' 11'' and weight 133. Either woman would turn heads where ever they were in the world. Here is Gail's E-mail, what she meant and what Tug believed she intended.

DD (S. Dee Dee) (T. Delta Division) We are holed up in Aj Kufrah, surrounded by the enemy. Attack by Bin Laden men later today. (S. Where we are, some ugly man to deal with, will surely try to bed them.) (T. Ongoing fire fight with local terrorists.) We hope to secure some prize goods and depart without being identified so that we can come again. (S. open a channel for further business.) (T. Undercover agent has access to information and if they can kill the attackers and get away his cover won't be broken.) GT (S. her.) (T. The call sign of an actual agent in the area.)

Pdean Rashaad visited with them until 9 PM. He was a man of great wealth and could supply them with Gold statutes and painting worth millions. After reviewing their letter of credit from Chase Manhattan, a contract was signed and their first shipment would be airborne in two days. Then, as predicted, he did his best to bed one or either of the woman. Failing that, he left.

Just before the Falcon jet reached its drop point, Tug saw on the infrared screen six persons jump from a car and run towards the house. Tug, barked into the small mike, "bandits engaging our subject." Two SEALs dropped into the blackness. They free fell to 10,000 feet, wearing oxygen systems. Using GPS units on their wrists they guided their chutes to a spot 300 hundred yard from the building. Leaving all but their weapons they ran towards the building.

Sergeant Midega, of the local militia heard of the two woman. He was authority for the region, so if he and his men raped a woman, there was no one to even question his right to do so. Without knocking they burst into the home and dragged both Gail and Jane into the bedroom. Leaving their guns by the front door, they proceeded to tear the clothes off the woman. To these skinny, uneducated, dirty, scumbags, Gail and Jane were beyond their slimy dreams. Midega knew it would be several weeks before he had his fill of these fair things. He, of course would have each of them first. Naked, his pecker stiff and his loins on fire he advanced to the bed. "Hold her legs apart," he ordered. SEAL Bobby Johnson peaked into the window. He whispered to his voice activated mike, "Six Bandits, subjects hostage, will engage in seven seconds". Seal Ted Markey as well as 45 CIA, 20 NASA, 15 SEAL Officers, Norfolk, and every sailor on the Yorktown knew that two brave men were about to put it all on the line for a countryman.

Bobby entered the room first and stepped to his right. His first target was the far left man. The modified A15 rifle was set to fire three shot bursts. "Ba, Ba, Bap," one down with three holes in his chest. Ted took out the left guy. Ba, Ba, Bap. Ba, Ba, Bap. They both got to Midega at the same time. He was trying to crawl off the bed. His chest was a sieve by the time he hit the floor. Both SEAL spun and went through the house to "clear it".

For Gail and Jane, things were happening that went beyond their imagination. Peace and quiet, impending rape, two men dressed completely in black enter and kill six men in seven seconds, and then leave them in total silence.

Bobby goes outside to guard the area. Ted whispers to the woman. "Put clothes on for walking, carry little, hurry." Bobby whispers into his mike," SEALs are in control, no bandits standing, proceeding to LZ." 4,367 men and woman cheer! To a SEAL, the night is his friend. They walked two miles into a forest and then set up shelters to stay in until the following night when they will be picked up.

Gail and Jane ask the SEALs, "How did you know where we were? How did you know ahead of time that we were going to be in trouble? Bobby, who did not know those answers himself, just said, "All that information is classified." Ted said, "Ladies, it will exceed 100 degrees today, you will want to wear as little as possible in the small tents we have. Gail said, "Jane," as she dropped off all her clothes. "Don't you think that we can offer some token of thanks to these men?" Jane's dress dropped to her feet.

Men dream of going to bed with a woman who is lusting for him to enter her, to give all of her self to satisfy him. Such was the reward Bobby and Ted experienced for the next 21 hours. Several times they would change partners. Lips, pussy, tits, fannies, legs, lips. SEALs have some experience in those thing, but not like this.

The Blackhawk chopper picked them up at exactly 23:30 local time. The woman were dropped off outside a small town in Egypt. When the chopper called, "Feet wet," Tug and many others stood down from a completed mission.

CIA noted that agent GT was saved and back in action. Houston NASA noted that the everything worked to perfection. 4,000 sailors went to bed that night knowing that they mattered. Tug, was happy as hell. "We killed those bastards!" SEAL Team 6. Routine mission. That's what we do. Bobby and Ted. "Any more spies for us?" Gail and Jane are convinced from the top of their head to the bottom of their feet that God is the director of the CIA, and his angels are US Navy SEAL. What a country?

How Did You Know?



If your daughter sets you up for the sexual encounter of your life, is it Incest? Well, I’ve wondered about that too!

“Do you miss sex?” Beth asked.

“WHAT?” I asked incredulously.

“I dunno, I’m just askin’.” Beth said quietly.

“Bethany, that’s a little out of line.” I said, and jerked the steering wheel to the left. Damn near drove off the road when she said that.

I noticed her fingering her necklace. The necklace her mother and I had given her years ago when she graduated from High School. She always had it on, and long ago we’d noticed that if she was anxious or nervous about something, she’d play with it as she was doing now.

It was the Christmas Day, well, the night of Christmas day, and fairly late. We had just spent the day with family and it had snowed the whole time. Beth had had a few glasses of wine, and felt she shouldn’t be driving by herself, so I was taking her home.

The first Christmas without her mother, my wife of thirty five years, and it had gone much smoother than I thought it would. They say the year of firsts is the toughest, and to be honest Christmas was something I dreaded. Each birthday, anniversary, the various holidays throughout the year, all of it was bad, and I was relieved to realize that I was almost at the end of the first year. I must be honest though, each day was no better or worse than the last, and I was beginning to question if there was some magic feeling that would overtake me as the first anniversary of her death came and went. Maybe the people that had coined the phrase “the year of firsts” knew something I didn’t, and I was anxious about the date coming up because I was cautiously optimistic that my life would change for the better. As it was; my life seemed pretty dull, and dreary.

There’s something else you need to know too. When Polly died in a car wreck I was instantly aware of people’s well intentioned stupidity. Don’t really know how else to put it other than that. My own mother, a day after the funeral, told me how young and good looking I was and I’d find another soon enough. To be honest, I’ve not had three words with her since then. Most people want to make you feel better, find something profound to say in the hope that it will lift your spirits. Most of them fail miserably. Even the grief counselors, who worked with us didn’t seem to get a handle on the depth of our pain, and would go off into “idle speak” where words are coming out of their mouths and jumping into our ears with no affect what-so-ever in easing the pain. My son, my daughter, and myself, all had had those moments with well intentioned “friends.”

The best thing anyone said to me was a neighbor, “Phil, I don’t know what to say, I can’t relate to your loss, but know this: I’m right there (as he pointed to his house), and if you need anything, you just ask.” Funny, he’s the first one I got really drunk with about a month later. I cried for hours and he just sat there with his arm around me, silently, dutifully, and let me have my moment. Now there’s my kind of guy.

So I’m driving my slightly tipsy daughter home, who’s obviously had just enough to drink to loosen her tongue. She just spoke of what most people only think about, and I’m absolutely dumbfounded. Oh well I thought, chalk it up to the booze.

“Dad, I’m not trying to hurt you, but as a divorcee, I’m just saying, I miss the sex. Don’t miss the hassle and the fights, but I miss the sex.” Apparently she wasn’t going to drop the subject.

“That’s more information than I need.” I said a little testily.

We rode in silence for a bit and felt relief as we pulled onto her street and slowed down for her driveway.

“You know what else?” She asked.

“Probably not.” I said, now getting a little more than pissed.

“I think a woman invented the vibrator. Men couldn’t be that kind.” 

“God-damn it Beth, that’s enough, that’s certainly a visual I didn’t need. You got your keys?” I glared at her.

She smiled, held up her keys, and opened the door. Leaning across the seat she kissed me on the cheek and said: “Thanks for the lift dad, I’ll see ya later.”

Relieved when she slammed the door, I waited to make sure she got into the house okay, backed out of the driveway, and headed the seven miles back home. Good God what was she thinking I wondered.

By the time I got home it was pretty quiet. My son and his wife had left with their little girl, and my brother and his wife were just heading to bed. I was so glad they had decided to come and spend the holiday with us. They’d arrived a week before Christmas and it had been nice to have the house full of noise, the smell of baking cookies and all the hustle and bustle that went along with getting ready for Christmas. Their three children were so full of life and I loved the noisy racket they brought with them.

Tom and Sherry would fly home in the morning, and I’d be back to an empty house, which I dreaded.

“Want one more drink?” Tom asked as he poured himself one.

“Sure, why not.” I replied.

We sat down in the living room in front of the fire, neither saying a word, but just stared into the fire place for a bit.

“I’m glad we came out Phil.” My brother said.

“Me too, and I’ll admit that while it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, I can’t imagine how it would have been without you guys here. Thanks again for coming.”

“Not a problem.” Tom said and we both got quiet again.

A few moments later Tom’s wife Sarah came into the room carrying her own drink, and quietly sat next to me on the couch. Putting her arm around me she squeezed my shoulder, smiled, and said; “Merry Christmas Phil, you doing okay?”

“Yeah I guess. I mean what can I say? I’m just glad it’s over. Kids seem okay, and I was worried about them. I’m so grateful you guys were here.”

Sarah leaned over, kissed me on the cheek, and smiled.

“We were glad to do it hon.” She said, and then looking at my brother finished, “I’m going to bed Tom; I’m beat and tomorrow will be a long day for all of us. Damn I wish we didn’t have a six hour layover in Chicago.” She finished, got up, gave Tom a kiss, and headed down the hallway to bed.

I glanced after her walking down the hallway and caught myself looking at her ass as she glided away from us. Good Lord, Beth’s right, I do miss the sex I thought, and then glanced back at Tom who thankfully didn’t notice me eyeballing his wife.

We finished our drinks, said goodnight to one another and after a brotherly hug went to bed. The next morning things got a little hectic. We were about a block from home when their youngest daughter realized her doll was missing, and after retrieving it got back on the road to the airport. I wanted to go into the terminal with them but Tom reminded me that with all the security it would be a mad house anyway, so I dropped them at the curb and headed back home.

My cell phone rang and it was Beth wanting to know if we’d made it on time and after I told her we had, she went on:

“Dad, I know the house is a mess, and I’m pretty much off until after the first of the year, so you want some help cleaning up?” She asked.

“You bet,” I replied, relieved that she was willing to help out. The last ten days had created quite a mess around the place, plus I wanted the decorations down, bedding washed and all the other thousand things that needed to get straightened away now that Christmas was over.

“You wanna pick me up on your way by here?” She asked. “My car is still at your place.”

“Sure, I should be there in about twenty-five minutes.” I said and after our good byes, hung up.

Arriving at her house I gave a quick toot on the horn and Beth bounded out looking much better than when I had seen her last. She wasn’t a morning person, so I was pleased to see she was bright eyed and bushy tailed as she opened the door and climbed in.

“Mornin’,” she said, and leaned over to kiss me.

“Mornin’ hon,” I replied.

“So is it going to snow more?” She asked and then said, “I’m sick of shoveling this crap already, I sure don’t want any more.”

“According to the weather, we’ll get a couple days break, and maybe more snow on the weekend.”

“Great, the boys will be back then, and I’ll have some help.” She started, and then finished with, “You hungry?”

“Yeah, I’ll fix something when we get home.”

“Good, I’m starved.”

We rode in silence then, driving through the subdivisions, tires squeaking on the new snow, and shading our eyes from the bright light of the sun glaring off the surrounding areas. Occasionally someone would be out in their driveway shoveling and wave as we went by. It was one of those peaceful days, full of promise and energy that if you worked it right, by night fall you’d be exhausted and more than ready to sleep. God knows I needed to sleep better than I had been; maybe tonight would be that night.

When we got home Beth went back to the bedrooms and began stripping the beds while I went into the kitchen, fixed bacon and eggs and called to her as the toast popped up.

“It’s ready,” I hollered down the hallway.

“Okay, be right there,” she responded.

We sat and ate, made small talk and decided that we should stick to it all day and get everything done. I was pleased she’d decided to stay and said so.

“That’s okay, I guess after running my mouth last night, I owe ya.” Beth said.

“Let’s not go there again, K?” I asked.

“Whatever,” she said and not too sweetly. 

She picked up her dishes, put them in the sink, and then headed back down the hallway to continue the cleaning.

The day went quickly enough. All the decorations came down, the living room and family rooms were put back together with their normal things, and soon enough it was late afternoon.

“I’m famished,” Beth said coming into the living room where I was vacuuming.

I shut the machine off and asked her if she’d like to have pizza brought in. Beth said yes and within the hour the pizza was delivered to the door.

We both decided to have beer with the pizza, and after some more small talk Beth looked straight at me with a serious look on her face.

“You’re still pissed about last night aren’t you?” She asked.

“Not really mad,” I said, “but a little embarrassed about it I suppose.”

“Can I press this?” She was staring at me with an expressionless face, but her eyes bore into me with a hint of anger.

“I’d prefer you didn’t.” I replied.

“What you prefer and what you’ll tolerate are two different things.” She observed.

Well, that was true enough. Our children had always been told that no subject was taboo, or couldn’t be discussed when they wanted to talk about something, and this was obviously something she wanted to talk about.

“So why do you want to know that?” I asked quietly.

“I guess you need to answer the question.” She replied.

“Do I miss sex? Yes, I suppose I do, but more than that, I miss holding her. I dunno Beth, I go to sleep in a cold bed, in the middle of the night I roll over and find the spot where your mother slept cold and that wakes me up. The alarm goes off in the morning and I shake a cold pillow awake instead of her. I miss the cuddling ya know? I never realized how much I’d miss wrapping my arms around her just for the sense of belonging. The world was a better place with her here and I’m not so sure if I’ll ever get used to this.”

“So you do miss it, is that right?” Beth asked.

“Well of course I do, but it’s the afterwards part that I really miss. So why do you need to know this?” I looked directly at her as I asked.

“Well, don’t get pissed, but the other day you were the subject of a talk I had with my girlfriends.”

“Really?” I asked quite incredulously.

“Remember last week when my friends and I went out for dinner?” She asked, and I nodded my head.

“Well, we were talking about what we missed most of all by not being married.” She started.

“Wait a minute, of the five of you, two are still married.” I reminded her.

“Yes, but… well okay it was Tiffany, Becky and I that really talked it over, the others listened to us. Well, at the end they joined in ‘cause, well shit dad, I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?” I’m concerned now. I’m getting this feeling of impending doom but don’t quite know which direction the disaster is coming from.

“Wait a minute,” Beth started, “I don’t want to screw this up.”

She took the last bit of pizza, chewed slowly, and then chased it down with a swallow of beer.

“Can we have a smoke?” She asked.

“Sure,” I said, and slid the pack to her.

She lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, lifted her beer, and after swallowing it, slowly exhaled.

“Okay, here’s how it went, and please don’t interrupt me.”

“We’re sitting there and someone, it might have been Beck, started bitching about men and sex. I mean we’re all playing this dating game, and none of us is thrilled about it. So we were talking about the things we missed, and what we really didn’t miss at all.”

“Things we don’t miss are picking up after our husbands, doing all the cooking when we work too, always doing the laundry, that kind of thing. It was getting pretty nasty and bitchy when Tiff said that there was one good thing she missed, and we all looked at her.”

“I miss getting laid,” Tiff said, and then went on with, “I miss not having to get out of bed, get dressed and then drive home, or worse getting laid and not having to walk the guy to the door because he’s nervous as hell wanting to get away from me ‘cause he’s just popped his nuts, and wants to get as far away from me as he can. With my husband, sex was great, and when it was done we both got to go to sleep in the bed we’d just made love in. Now I’ll grant ya, he’s an asshole about everything else, but the concept of getting fucked and then going to sleep in the same bed is nice.”

“We all laughed about that, and talked a little more when someone asked me how you were doing. I said fine for the most part, but you have your bad days too, and she says; ‘No, no, I mean about sex, is he getting any?’ 

“I was a little surprised, but said I’d never thought about it and she said, “Well, I’ve thought about it, and I’ve thought about it with him, and I’d do him in a heartbeat.”

“Who said that?” I asked.

“I’m afraid I can’t tell you.” Beth said.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Well, I’m getting to that, please don’t interrupt, this is harder than I thought it would be.” Beth paused for a moment.

“Can I have another beer?” She asked.

I got up to get another beer and grabbed one for myself too. I shouldn’t be even thinking about this much less talking about it, but the subject was intriguing to say the least. I returned to the table and handed Beth her beer.

“Okay, so the ice was broken, and we’d probably had enough to drink to loosen our tongues, but the conversation finally ended up with we’re pretty sure that you’re not having sex and there are three women that want to have it with you.” Beth said evenly, and then added, “But not all at the same time.”

I stared at my daughter, but said nothing.

“So we came up with a plan and while all of us agreed on how to go about it, there are only three women who will do it. Actually the fourth one wants to, but doesn’t think she could live with the guilt.” Beth paused, staring at me, and then shrugged her shoulders.

“Interesting.” I observed.

“What is?” Beth asked.

“You’ve just told me that I know four women who want to have sex with me, for sex’s sake only, and that two of them are married.” I looked steadily at Beth.

“Not really dad, there are five women that want to but only three have the guts.” She said and dropped her eyes.

“Beth?” I asked gently, “Explain that.”

“Shit dad, you’re a good looking guy, I told you last night I miss sex, so I’ve thought about it, so what? I mean don’t be mad, I know you’d never be able to do anything about me, but I’m being honest here that’s all.”

“And the married women? You think I should do that?” I asked.

“Dad, you need to do what you need to do, but I think you’ll understand when I tell you that you’ll never know who it is, even after you’ve done it, or her or them, or… Never mind.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I can have sex with a woman and never know who it is? I think that’s a bit of a stretch don’t you?”

“Not at all dad. Look, you’re room is dark as pitch. You couldn’t find the floor in there unless you fell on it. I’ve never understood how you and mom found your way around when it was dark and all the blinds and curtains were closed. It would be easy for a woman to slip in there, have sex, and leave without you ever knowing who it was.”

“Well, there are a few body differences between these women. I think I could tell.” I said.

“Not really. Tiff and Becky are built alike, while Nancy, Kelly, and I are all the same size. In fact think about it. Tiff and Beck both have the same hair style. Nancy, Kel, and I do too. You have one out of two women one way and one out of three women the other.”

“You’re included?” I asked.

“Oh no, sorry. I guess its one out of two either way isn’t it. But you’d never know who, and she’d never tell a soul.”

“Too late for that.” I said.

“What do you mean?” Beth asked

“I know who they all are, and they all know who’s willing to do it, so how could any of it be a secret?”

“Good point I guess. Well, does it matter? I mean Dad, you’d get laid.”

“Is that the point? I need to get laid? Come on Beth, this is too ridiculous to imagine in the first place. I’ve known all these girls since they were little, which, come to think of it, isn’t that long ago. I don’t know how you could even go there with them, in the conversation I mean.”

“Dad, I love you. I told you, it’s a dating bitch out there. You’re the kind of guy women look for and most importantly you’re safe.” Beth finished.

“Safe?” He inquired.

“Yes, God dad, AIDS, HIV, whatever, you’re as safe as they get.”

“Well, your two married friends are safe too if they’re not fucking around on their husbands.” I was a little testy now, but held back what I really wanted to say.

“You’re right, but think about it okay? I’m only asking that you think about it, because there are some women who really want an answer, and they’re just as adamant.”

“I think we can change the subject now,” I said, and got up, headed to the kitchen, downing my beer as I went. “You ready to go home?” I asked.

“Sure.” Beth said as she got up and retrieved her coat.

I drove her home then and very little was said. Beth felt she’d ruined everything, but I was beginning to wonder silently if maybe what had been proposed could actually happen.

For two days nothing really did occur. Beth’s boys got home from their Christmas stay with their father, and life seemed to drift back to normal, if there was any such thing as normal I thought.

We talked twice on the phone and both times Beth brought the subject up. At first I feigned anger, but did admit to her that the thought was intriguing. I’d never tell her that masturbation was filling me with more guilt than the thought of fucking her friends, but that’s where I was headed. I’d actually started to fantasize about it. Nancy specifically I guess. She was a knock out, and her body was one nice piece of work, well actually she and Kelly both had the same bodies, but they were the ones I liked. Large breasts, small waists and just right legs. It was just that Nancy had a way to look at you with those sultry eyes and that “Fuck me” look on her face as she glanced at you which very few women could pull off. I was already secretly hoping it would be her. Problem was; she came with a husband.

The following Friday afternoon the phone rang just as I came through the door. 

“Dad?” It was Beth.

“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked.

“Wanna go get some beer and pizza?” She asked.

“What about the boys?” 




How Did You Know?



“They’re spending the night with friends, so it’s cool.”

“Sure, you driving or am I?” I asked.

“Why don’t I pick you up this time?”

“Fine, see you when?” I’m looking at my watch and noticing it’s already 5:45 PM.

“Twenty minutes okay with you?” 

“Sure, see you then.” I answered and hung up.

Beth was there a few minutes later and within a half hour we were drinking beer and waiting for the pizza. Beth asked me point blank if I was ready for what she’d proposed, and going directly to the point I said yes, I was. I’d thought it over and decided that if these women were willing to do it, I was too. 

“Shit honey, I miss the physical connection.” I said, and Beth nodded. Then Nancy and Becky appeared out of nowhere and I went nervous. Nancy looked at me and asked how I was, and while I wanted to say “hard,” I refrained and said – “Okay.” 

After a few hesitant starts at conversation, I settled down, drifted into some easy talk about the weather, work, and life in general and before I knew it the pizza was gone, the beer pitcher about empty and I felt a slight glow as we got up to go. Nancy and Beck had left a few minutes before and while it was nice to see them I was relieved to have them gone. I do remember watching Becky walk away from me and glancing at her ass. Nice ass too I might add. It was one of those heart shaped numbers that she could move and yours would race.

“So, you okay?” Beth asked as we got into the car

“Yeah, why?” I asked.

“Oh, I dunno, but you seemed awful nervous while they were here.” Beth said, but was smiling as she did, and looked at me with a twinkle in her eye.

“So if the deck door was unlocked tonight, you suppose that would be a problem?” She inquired.

“Not from where I’m sitting,” I answered, and suddenly I was mellow and a bit excited.

“Just a couple of things you need to know though, and I hope you’re okay with this.” She paused, and then went on, “Whoever comes in tonight will do so after you’re asleep, and she’ll bring a blind fold. Is that okay?”

“God Beth, this makes me nervous, I really don’t want to talk about this ya know?” I started. “I’ve had a few beers, I’m mellow, and I guess I know where this is going, but to be honest… well, talking about it doesn’t make it any better okay?”

“Sure, anything else?” She asked.

“Yeah just one, let’s just drop it.”

“Okay,” she said, “But sleeping and the blind fold, is that okay?”

I nodded yes, and within a couple of minutes, Beth dropped me at home. I went into the house, poured myself a straight whiskey, unlocked the deck door, and went to the bedroom. I sat there for what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, sipped some of the whiskey, pulled back the covers, and fell into bed. Sleep didn’t come, I passed out. Tired, beer and the whiskey had accomplished it, but not any one over the others, just the combination.

From way off in the gray fog of sleep, I felt the bed move and groggily crawled out of the dream I was having. The sweet scent of unfamiliar perfume drifted to me as I felt a soft band of cloth come over my eyes, and a soft shushing to me as I lifted my head for her to tie it. Then she pulled the covers back and slipped in with me; to my amazement, she was naked.

The kiss was first. She started at my forehead, moved over my nose, and finally descended on my lips. Arriving there, it got intense instantly. She kissed, I kissed back, and tongues were touching in a heartbeat. My hands found her breasts at the same time hers found my cock and both were busy stirring things to new levels. The pierced nipples surprised me. I had no idea any of these women had nipple rings and this woman had one in each breast. I found that extremely erotic, not finding out, but knowing whoever it was had hidden it so well.

Now let’s be honest for a moment. I’ve got a pool, hell I’ve got a great pool and I couldn’t count the number of times these women friends of Beth’s had come over in the past summer to hang around and relax. I’m a tit guy and yes, as often as my sunglasses were on, they were looking at boobs. Never saw a nipple ring through those pasty thin bikini’s though, not once.

It was then I realized it was Nancy or Kelly. Tiffany and Beck were petite small breasted women. This girl had tits, and they were magnificent. I ached suddenly in ways I never had. I wanted in, I wanted to come, and I wanted to do it immediately. To hell with the fanfare, foreplay, or tenderness, I wanted to finish the race with this little filly and do it now.

I rolled her over on her back, she spread her legs, and I was home in one swift thrust. Soft, wet, intensely hot, and within seconds I did exactly what I was in there for. I blew a load like I’d never done before. It stung, and burned and continued to spew until I was laying prone on her like a marathon runner who hadn’t quite gotten into shape and was lying stunned at the finish line. She pulled me closer as I lay on top of her, and kissed my temple, then my face, then my neck, and back to my temple again. Over and over and over she repeated that pattern while I caught my breath.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered.

“Its okay, it’s okay,” she replied in the same soft whisper. Her words had an almost motherly calming effect on me; I could fall in love with this I thought.

I sat up and reached over to grab the whiskey glass that sat unfinished on the bedside table. Taking a drink, I offered her the glass, but she whispered no. I fumbled for my cigarettes, drew one out of the pack and after finding the lighter stroked it to life.

I actually saw her then. Well, not her face, but I was looking down and the small gap between my eyes and cheek allowed a brief glimpse of her hip and womanhood. The dark hair didn’t register, what registered was the tattoo. It was a rose, small and petite, curved toward the center of her, and a brilliant red like I’d never seen before. Granted it was only a glimpse, but it settled into my mind with a firmness that I recognized as something I would never forget. I thought back to the pool and again couldn’t remember any tattoos on any of the women. I will admit though that this one was so close to her pubic hair that I doubt it would have shown above a bikini line.

She sat up next to me and whispered, wondering if I liked what I saw, and when I denied I’d seen anything, her finger came up between my cheek and the blindfold and she caressed my eye lid. Busted, oh well, I thought, might as well say it.

“That’s a beautiful tattoo.” I said.

She leaned into me, breasts against my back and whispered. “Thanks,” then proceeded to tighten the band over my eyes.

We sipped the whiskey and kissed for a bit. Not spit swapping, tongue down your throat kisses, but nice little pecks until I turned and laying her down began the ever slow journey to the center of her womanhood. I remained there through a least one of her orgasms, and then as I began to come back up,

she rolled over and gained her knees. I knew what that meant and smiled at the thought.

I knee walked to her backside and began to rub my cock around her cunt. She reached between her legs and grasped me so I placed both hands on her hips and prepared to push into her when she changed her position. Her butt came down slightly and she placed me dead center over her ass. For a moment I thought there must be some mistake, but there wasn’t. When I was against her opening, she thrust back so quickly I popped into the tightest opening I’d ever been in. She’d impaled herself on me and seemed happy doing so. Taking a moment to adjust, I slowly thrust forward and the magic began. Smooth as butter and tight as a vice, I could not believe we were doing this, and her groan was of a pleasure I’d never heard of. She not only wanted this, she loved it, and managed to begin a rocking motion that I was sure would tear my dick off, yet thrilled that I was keeping pace.

For a fleeting moment I went back to when I met Nancy. She was probably ten at the time, and cute as a pin. As she and Beth had gone to school over the years I’ll admit I’d wondered about her as they entered their late teens, early twenties. What would her tits feel like? What lucky son-of-a-bitch got to put his dick in that? The kind of thoughts men have about their daughters friends, yet would deny on their own death beds that they’d ever had them. The down side of all of this was that this girl’s married now. Shit, I’m committing adultery, loving the feeling and hating the thought. Why couldn’t it have been Becky? Same yummy body, but not the same guilt. I was going to hell for this, but at the very moment I thought that I also thought, who gives a shit? This is the most amazing thing that’s ever happened to my fifty six year old ass and they’re gonna have to pry me off this piece of work with crow bars before they throw me to the fires of hell.

I reach under her and gently grasp the nipple rings and begin to work them. Now I know nothing about nipple rings, what they do, or how they stimulate a person, but that didn’t matter. I took one in each hand and gently pulled while rotating her breasts with them at the same time. It was like putting a quarter in a mechanical bull. She started bucking and moaning and slamming her ass into me like there was no tomorrow. I’m beginning to wonder if the neighbor’s will hear the racket and call the police, (which freaks me out for a minute) and then realize I’m about to go off again and I have no idea if this mysterious figure below me is close or not. I concentrate on not popping off by pretending my dick is not getting the work out of his life and for a moment I win the battle. I win it just long enough for her to propel her voice through the super sonic range and at the very peak of her scream, she collapsed. I fall with her landing squarely on her back and worry for a moment that I’ve knocked her out. Her ass squeezes me, pulls me, and quickly sucks another load from me. I’m squirming atop this magnificent woman trying to get my dick out and slide off her but her ass is not letting that happen. Seconds later it does, and I do and gently pull up along side her.

My face is in her hair right by her ear, and I’m wondering if she’s died or something, when she gently turns her face to me and kisses me on the lips.

“Thanks, that was magnificent.” She whispers and rolls on her side to face me. One quick kiss, one sweet wonderful kiss, a slight hug and then she says. “I gotta go.”

Now there’s reality. I’m already lonesome and she’s still laying here. I’m feeling guilty about her husband and what we’ve just done, and she’s facing the reality of life and getting ready to go back to it. I lean to her, take her face in both of my hands, and gently kiss her lips.

“I understand,” I say and follow her body with my hand as she slides over me and gains her feet. She leans down and whispers, “My clothes are in the dining room, you stay in bed.” 

I don’t argue, I pull up the covers and slowly close my eyes. I’m gonna pay for this in the morning I know. My conscience is gonna kick in and I’ll have a hard time dealing with anything then, but now, right now, I bask in the thought that I’ve just had the best sex I’ve had in years. I pull the blind fold off and let it drop to the floor as I drop off to a sleep I’ve not known in months.

A ringing phone brings me back to life. God, I’d fallen asleep and didn’t even realize it. Groggily I pick it up, as my mind begins to kick the shit out of my principles, but before I have time to go too far with that I hear.

“How ya doing dad?” 

I’m not prepared for this; in fact it’s the worst thing I can think of. Okay, okay, my own daughter set up the encounter, she knows; she knows I know; and she knows I know she knows. Crap, I don’t want to talk to her, I don’t want to talk to anyone, but I answered the damn phone so what the hell.

“Okay.” I reply.

“Want to do breakfast?” She’s talking like nothing’s happened, and I’m thinking I should get a gun, shoot Nancy’s husband and drag her back here for more. That weird thought woke me up.

“Sure, here or do you want to meet?” I ask.

“I’ll come over there, say noon or so?” 

“Sure, that’ll be good.” I’m wondering how much time I have to clean up and clear my head when Beth says; “Cool, I’ll see ya in thirty minutes.”

Okay, now I’m awake; wide awake. I’ve not slept this late in months, but kind of smile at myself. Careful what you ask for I thought. Just yesterday I was lamenting my lack of sleep, so I sure wasn’t going to complain because I’d actually gotten some now.

Thirty minutes later Beth comes through the door, but my moods gone south. I’m pissed and as she walks toward me sitting in the kitchen, she senses something is really wrong, but says nothing.

“Butt a little sore this morning?” I ask staring at her.

“How did you know?” She asks turning white and slumping down in a chair.

“You left this on the carpet in the bedroom.” I said, as I held up the necklace her mother and I had given her all those years ago.

TO BE CONTINUED.



How Did You Know?



How do you know? How do you know that love is enough to keep something alive? How do you know that you're in love with someone? How did I know I loved you? Maybe it was the sparkle in your eye. Seeing your face light up. Knowing what you're thinking before you even say it out loud. 

We were lovers before we were friends. We tried our hand at being friends and eventually I lost her. To someone else. The girl is the epitome of the persona I want to be. Nice, caring, completely unselfish. 

For a while a long while I try to stay away from you. For my benefit and yours. I can't do that. Something in me just draws me back to you. No matter what bad has come between us I'm always drawn to you. It's baffling. I've never quite been able to put my finger on it. Even when both of us were with someone else, we would still pass each other and glance. That look we so often gave each other was a look that we knew all too well. The look of pure, primal lust. The look of longing for the other, because it's been too long since we've touched or talked. The look of "I know I shouldn't feel like this, but I still do and I can't help it." The look of "do I even want to help it." 

She's been teasing me all week. The first afternoon I've really talked to her in months. I haven't been able to hold any sort of conversation with her other than "Please leave me alone I can't do this anymore." Only because I knew when it came to her I was weak. I am weak. She makes me weak. The looks, the way her tongue moves when she talks, the sweet things she does for me, going out of her way...she makes me weak. Back to the afternoon. I put it out there that we should catch up. I knew once I said it that that was it. I was already hers. She knew too, but couldn't admit to me or even herself I'm sure. I told her to meet me after I got out of class. She picked where. I waited where she told me. When I saw her, I knew that was it. I knew that no matter what, no matter who was involved or going to get hurt from it I needed her. She half-smiled when she saw me not entirely sure what to really do. I could read her just like she could do me. We knew each other too well. She was excited, but who could blame her? So was I. I stand and I half hug her being awkward. She held out her hand. 

"I brought you some candy from my mom's office. I know how you love your candy."

"Thank you. You didn't have to." I said shyly. But I knew even though I was trying to be shy my face lit up. She had to have noticed she always does. We walked in silence for a moment and then came the small talk. How are yous and how's school going even though it was syllabus week. It was always enough for us just to be around each other. We took the long way and cut through the grass. Walking by a room with an open window we heard some moaning. In my head I'm thinking lucky them. It has been so long. She was the last person I was with. And we stopped talking after that for a while. Her voice was so beautiful when she was excited. "Did you hear that?!" 

"Yeah." She goes back to listen. "Chels stop you're being nosey." She starts walking again."Maybe it was a porn." I just laugh and say maybe. I try to hide my thoughts even though I know she can read me like a book. I didn't have to say anything for her to know what I was thinking. I slide my card to open the door for her. She walks in first and the door hits me. "I'm sorry I should've held it for you I didn't think. Are you okay?" Meanwhile, I'm dying laughing, trying to brush off that it actually hurt a little. 

"Yeah I'm fine it's okay really," I say jokingly. She touches my arm where the door hit. 

"Are you sure?" "Yeah I'm okay. Thank you." I smile. 

I think "Fuck she touched me and it sent shivers down my spine and it was only a light touch." She does that to me though. 

She could just look at me and I melt. It's horrible. She's not even mine anymore. She's someone else's I shouldn't even be thinking like this so I try and stop. I unlock my door and open it and check to see if my roommate is there. She isn't. Surprising because she's always in here. We sit on my bed and I apologize for the mess because I haven't unpacked yet. She doesn't mind she knows how I am. I kinda shift stuff around while she's sitting on my bed. I decide to leave it and I turn and just look at her. She's beautiful. Not your usual beautiful though. Not supermodel, hair down beautiful. Just simply beautiful. She's kinda like a tomboy. Nike hat, hair up in a ponytail, athletic clothes. Looks like she's ready to go to the gym. But she's beautiful. 

Her eyes are my favorite. Like they peek into my soul. Her freckles, how she always looks so soft. I've been staring for too long. I join her on the opposite side of my bed. We sit semi far away from each other simply, because we know that if we don't we'll be tempted. Our self-control combined is honestly slim to none. Sad but true. Especially when it comes to each other. We talk about how things have been lately. Our break from school. New jobs. Just catching up. Something we try not to do. It's not, because we don't care. It's just we know ourselves too well and decide it's better to not do it. Keep temptation away. We've been bad for each other hopefully it's changed. We know a lot more now about each other and about ourselves.

When we broke up, I was in a really bad place. Drinking everyday, in class, everywhere. I got kicked off the dance team, because of drinking. I would stop doing my work. I would go out every weekend and get so fucked up to point I was just mad and I would lash out at everyone. I just let it consume me. But drinking was the only way I could numb the pain. I was so hurt, but we had been bad for a long time. Arguing all the time about dumb shit that could've easily been avoided. I don't know why I still don't know why we did that to each other. I loved her. And I didn't want to lose her even though I already had. I saw it coming long before it happened but that didn't make it hurt any less. It still hurts which is why I try not to "catch up." It puts a strain on both of us and puts us both in a bad situation. 

She snapped me out of my thoughts again. "I'm not gonna lie. I miss you ash." I instantly want to cry. These words hit me like a ton of bricks. I never expect them when she says it. 

"I miss you too chels." 

"I really do. I still have feelings for you." Fuck. I just look at her. She starts talking again. "You don't have feelings for me? I know I shouldn't but I can't help it."

I just look at her dumbstruck, not knowing what to say. Trying to think of my words before I answer. She looks a little upset now. "Not even a little?" I still just look at her all dumb like I'm a deer in headlights. 

"Fuck Chelsey I do." The words hurt me to even say. Mainly because I haven't admitted them to anyone. My best friends. Her. Or even myself. Until now. I try to shake the feeling, but I can't. I try to tell myself I don't and that her being with someone else doesn't kill me. Somehow thinking of her with someone else and thinking that she's not even thinking of me makes it easier. But she just flat out told me the opposite. 

I look down because I can't bear to look at her face right now. Not because I don't want to but because I know I'll want to kiss her. Every time we have an intense moment like this I want to. Every time we put something out there that we shouldn't I want to. The urge is killing me and I see her bite her lip and I almost lose it. Here's the part I hate. The thinking if there weren't other people involved we could do this and not hurt anyone. Except ourselves in the end. But of course it's never that easy. There's always something that's in the way. And we always have to make that tough decision.

"I think about that too." It's like she can read my mind and she automatically knows I'm thinking about sex. Our sex together is just simply everything. We know all of each other's spots and exactly how to get to them. We drive each other crazy. 

Our first time together was just so amazing. I didn't cum and I didn't pleasure her but that wasn't the point. We had held off for so long and we just couldn't wait anymore. We were in my bed kissing and moaning. And she just pulls away and looks at me. She wants to. She's been wanting to. But the moment is finally here where we are actually going to do it. "Are you sure?" I was breathing so hard I could barely speak. I shook my head and managed to get out an extremely soft and raspy "Yes." We starting kissing each other like it was the last thing on earth that would save us. She goes down to my neck and I almost cum right there. No one has EVER been able to kiss my neck like she does and actually get a reaction out of me. But she did. I moaned and said a few "Ah that feels so good." I don't know what turned me on more that she could do it or that it was just because it was her doing it. She got me out of my clothes kissing me everywhere and just stopped and looked at me. 

I thought something was wrong. Shaved? Check. Lotion? Check. What could be wrong? She said, "You're so beautiful." I melted against her and kissed her soft pink lips.

I pulled back and whispered, "I want you." I did though I really did. She rubbed on my pussy lips and eventually found my clit. I was shaking and It didn't help that I was so nervous. It felt so good. When she slid her finger inside me it felt like the best thing that had ever happened to me. She went it in and I took in a lot of breath. I heard her say "Ah baby you're so tight." She hurriedly asked me if I was okay and I furtively nodded my head while biting my lip. It felt so good I could barely contain myself.

I snap myself out of lala land. I had it bad. She looks at the time on her phone. "Do you have to leave?" I ask.

"No not yet I don't want to leave yet." I check and it had almost been an hour.

"I left work to come talk to you." She says. I think about her girlfriend and how she'll wonder where she had been for an hour. She stood up and I sit up on my knees to wrap my arms around her. I get lost in the hug. The smell of her is enough to make my pussy tingle. 

"You have a package at the post office." 

"Well I'll just leave with you now to get it." I was excited my new glasses had finally came in and my optometrist's receptionist didn't even tell me they were in. 

"It won't look good if we leave together." She does have a point.

"Well I'll go get food from the caf and I'll text you when I'm on my way down there. But I think it should be fine if we walk together." She nods in agreement. 

I send the text a few minutes later saying, "I'm on my way," after we go our separate ways. She's standing behind the counter with my box. She looks at all the boxes of food I'm carrying. 

"Are you sure you're going to be able to carry all of that? How about I bring you your glasses later?" 

"Really? Thank you so much." I said with a smile.

Later that afternoon, she told me she had my package. So I get up to go downstairs to let her in. 

"I can't stay long but here you go." She hands me a bag and I can see my glasses box, but there was also deodorant and a package of my favorites cookies from Subway. I had mentioned earlier that I forgot to bring my deodorant from home and needed to go to the store. I start to smile. "You didn't have to do that." 

"I know it doesn't even come close to making up for what I did to you. But you said you needed deodorant and I just remembered you liked these." I smiled again as she said this. She had always done little things like this for me and I never noticed how sweet they were until they stopped. 

I keep going back to all the bad that's happened with us. Then I always start to think about the good. The things that made us laugh and smile. The way we looked at each other. How we always wanted to be around each other. 

I decided to call her. I wanted to convince her of how much I wanted her. We had done it before. Each time I felt horrible. But during and before I felt like it was exactly what we needed. After our phone call, she had decided to come over. "Don't act like that." She said. 

"Act like what?" I questioned.

"Like you're not trying to fill a void with him." I gulped. Took in what she was saying. Her face was centimeters away from mine. I had been talking to this guy for a while. Doing exactly what she said. Trying to fill the void. Trying to get her out of my head. Being with a guy was what I needed to do. What was good for me. What everyone wanted and expected from me. But I missed her. I wanted her. I never stopped. 

"What makes you think that?"

"Because that's what I'm doing with her." 

The words made my heart sink. Not because I felt bad in that moment but because I knew she was right. As much as I hated to admit it. We were. 

"Stop being so scared."

"I'm not scared. We just shouldn't." The intensity was too much. Her lips were almost touching mine. My heart was beating out of my chest. I didn't know what to do. 

"Make the first move then." 

I wanted to. I wanted it. I wanted her more than I ever wanted anyone in my life. I grabbed her face and I kissed her. All of the problems we had ever had was gone in that kiss. We didn't stop kissing. Our lips never stopped touching. It was intense. Intimate. Like always. With each kiss, I felt my insides turning. I felt myself getting more and more wet each time our lips touched. 

......

I snapped back to the present as I dialed her phone number.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hi."

"What's up?"

"Why are you whispering?" 

"Vanessa is in the shower."

"Oh."

Silence. 

"This was a bad idea. Chels, I can call you back."

"No I want to talk to you."

"I miss you."

"Ash."

"You don't miss me?"

"I do."

"I can't stop thinking about you." 

"What about me?"

"Fucking you, making love to you, seeing you cum, making you cum."

She sighed and practically moaned, "Ash."

"I love it when you say my name." 

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah"

"What are you doing? You're breathing heavy." 

"Just thinking. I wish you were here touching me."

"Are you touching yourself?" I didn't answer, she continued. "Fuck. Don't do this, she'll be out soon."

"I know you love hearing me cum for you."

She sighed. "All the time."

"I want you."

"How bad?"

"Ahh baby..you already know."

"I always want you. It's always better with you."

"What's better?"

"Making love.."

"You mean better than with Vanessa?"

"I mean better than anyone I've been with."

"What's so special about it with me?" 

"We're nasty. Not afraid to try new things. Because we still have feelings for each other."

Her breathing was so heavy at this point. And I was whimpering a little thinking about how wet I was making her. I couldn't tell if it was from the conversation we were having while her girlfriend was in the shower or if it was because she wanted me. My words broke through my thoughts. "Are you wet?" I heard her let out a huge breath again as I asked. I already knew.

"Yes." I let out a huge sigh. 

"I want to taste you." 

Her breathing sped up. I didn't stop talking. "I want to slide my hand down your panties and feel how wet you are for me right now."

"I want that and so much more."

"What do you want?" 

"You. Your body pressed against mine. To make you cum. I want you to fuck me."

My heart was practically beating out of my chest. "Come here." 

I hear a pause. Then I hear her beautiful voice again. The breathing vanished though. "I'll call you back. The shower cut off. I want you so bad but I have to go."

......

There's this cat and mouse game we play. We fight. We make up. We realize how much we care about each other. Become too involved with the other. Then we break it off. We argue so much and it's so bad it gets to the point we don't talk anymore. Then out of nowhere after barely a month of not talking. After I blocked her number, and trying my hardest not to think about her..I get a message from her iCloud.

I get a text: 

Can we at least talk...

I need to talk to you though. I know I've been more than an ass, but it was only because V did not want us to interact at all, so I did all I could to push you away which was dumb on my part because I know now I can't distance myself from you...I'm wrong either way but it's the truth. 

I open the message and my heart sunk. I started to sweat. I called my friend to get it off my mind. I go back and forth in my head whether I should answer or not. I know if I do the only thing that will happen is I will get hurt all over again. But I do miss her. 

Questions started to flood my mind. What does she mean she can't distance herself from me? What made her realize that now? Does Vanessa know? She has to know. Especially if she doesn't want us to interact at all. 

I picked up my phone and dialed the number I knew by heart. My heart was practically beating out of my chest. Her voice answers me after the 2nd ring. "Hey Ash.." Just the sound of her voice makes me melt. 

I managed to get out a "Hi." "I called you four times last night. I kept thinking about you. I figured you didn't want to talk to me after what I did. I don't blame you. I should've just told you the real reason instead of being an ass." I feel like crying. 

"Chelsey why do you keep doing this to me?"

"I know. I'm selfish. But Ash I can't deny my feelings for you. I can't lie and say I don't think about you. All the time." 

"...Chelsey, please don't."

"I want to see you. I want to know how you're doing." 

"I'm coming back tomorrow morning." 

"Maybe we can get lunch and catch up." 

"Okay...I-I'd like that."

We talked again later that night. All night. We didn't get off the phone until 3 that next morning. We laughed. We joked. We talked about everything. How we missed each other's touch. How we missed just being around the other. The way we have sex. Everything. She threw a bomb at me. 

"I'm going to break up with Vanessa." I didn't say a word. "Things just haven't been good. I haven't been good to her. I don't want keep being selfish. And there's you. I never gave myself a chance to get over you. I think part of me never wanted to." ...

"Chels"

"I still love you."

"Well I don't love you." I could barely get those words out. 

"You don't?"

"I don't want to." We talked a little while longer before finally going to sleep. Tomorrow would be interesting. 

My phone buzzed as I was attempting to unpack. 

The message read: I'm on my way

There was a smiley face. My face lit up. It would be another 15 or 20 minutes before she would get here. I didn't know what to do with myself. 

The next one came in 12 minutes later: I'm here with a smiley face

My heart started racing and I did all I could not to run down the stairs. I took the elevator instead. It was slow as usual. I opened the camera on my phone and made sure my hair wasn't out of place. I looked fine. I was tripping for no reason. The door to the elevator finally opened. 

I saw her and her whole face lit up. I tried to keep it cool, but my face showed how happy I was to see her. I knew I shouldn't have been, but I was. We got back on the elevator to make it to my room. She was in her work uniform. Standard blue best buy shirt, black slacks with a belt, and black loafers. They were new I could tell. I hadn't seen her wear them before. But then again I hadn't seen her in a long time. We tried our hardest to ignore each other when we weren't talking. Obviously it didn't work, because here she was. In my room. About to sit on my bed. 

She sat on my side. When she saw my face she was about to get up. I raised my hand to tell her no. "I'll just sit on this side it's okay." I give her a half smile. I felt so nervous. I mean I didn't think anything was about to happen I just felt nervous. She makes me nervous. 




How Did You Know?



We make small talk. Talk about our days obviously avoiding how we feel or anything along those lines. "Come up here." She says to me.

"Why?" 

"I just want to be close to you. Come here." I'm laying in her arms against her breast. 

"What are you thinking about, Ash?" 

"Nothing really. This is just nice. Laying here talking to you." 

I start to get upset. I think about how we haven't had this in a long time. Since before Vanessa. I mean that's her girlfriend now and I get that, but we still love each other. And that's something that everyone around us should still understand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." My eyes are starting to get watery. I know she can tell, because she's looking right at me. 

"Ash."

"I-I just miss this." She pulls my face up to look at her.

"I do too." I turn my face away from hers.

"Stop that." 

"Stop what?" 

"Being hesitant." 

"I'm not being hesitant I just..I know we shouldn't." 

"We want to." 

"I'm not being hesitant."

"You are." I look up at her. And I leaned in. 

Her scent is engulfing me. That's how close we are. Our lips finally meet. I became aroused instantly. I was aroused when I first saw her. I managed to break the kiss but only for a moment. To look at her. She is beautiful. In this brief moment, I start to think. I don't know what it is about this girl that keeps me coming back. Her lips kiss me this time. The kiss brought something out of the both of us. Heat. Passion. Intensity. The truth.

As she climbed on top of me my hand found her face, never breaking our kiss, pulling her lips closer into mine. Our tongues caressed each others' as our hands started to explore the bodies they knew so well. 

The thing is she knew everything I liked sexually. Every fantasy I've ever had. How just the touch of her hand on my thigh made a wave of goosebumps wash over me. How I loved my back being scratched while having sex. How I loved the teasing. Being brought to the edge over and over but not quite being able to cum. Giving up control to her. Controlling her. Making myself vulnerable and open. How hard I cum when she chokes me right before I'm ready to get the release. 

Her tantalizing lips found my neck. Every thought I had slipped away. I didn't think about Vanessa. I didn't think about if my roommate would come back. I didn't think about anything but this moment. She was in my arms. Right now, in this moment, she was mine. Once it was over I knew she wouldn't be but right now she was still mine. In a way she never stopped being mine. 

With every moan, sharp intake of breath, I felt our familiar rhythm come back. 

"Are you sure?" She quietly asked. I simply whispered, "I want you."

Our lips touched for a moment before she lifted my shirt over my head. She just looked at me and even before she opened her mouth to speak I knew what she was going to say, "You're so beautiful." A slight smile crept over my face before I caressed her cheek and placed my lips on hers again. 

She slid one of my bra straps off my shoulder before planting a kiss there. Her lips graze back up to my neck. Kissing and sucking the soft sensitive skin there. I let out a gasp. I wasn't surprised that she was doing this just surprised at how hot she makes me.

She kisses me again. This time I'm the one taking clothes off of her. I slip my hands underneath her blue work shirt and pull it up over her her head. Her breasts look bigger than they had the last time. They are so perfect. While I'm kissing on her neck, I let my hands wander to her pants. I unbuckle the belt holding her pants up. We lock our eyes as I pull the zipper down. I reach both my hands inside and I pull them down until I'm on my knees in front of her. All while keeping my eyes focused on hers. 

I couldn't even think straight my head was spinning when she asked me to stand up. I lifted myself up from the my crouched position, standing in front of her. She unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my legs. Her hands slid back up over my tight ass. I start to pout and ask, "What happened to all that talk of spanking me?"

Her eyes widened at my words. "Lay down on your stomach" the tone in her voice had clearly changed. I feel the weight of her climb on top of me. Next thing I know- Slap. I moan, holding my breath for the next one. Instead, I hear her voice, "You're such a bad girl." 

I question her, "Am I really?" She answers me. Slap. Her hand feels so good against my ass. I'm waiting for the next one when she turns me over. I was slightly upset, but what happened next made up for it. 

She turned me over onto my back so I was facing her. Her lips meet mine again. Hungry. Wanting. I moan against her mouth. She slipped her soft hands around my back to unhook my bra. She carefully slides the bra off of me. All the while keeping her eyes directly on mine. 

Her lips graze across my neck. Teasing me. Her lips latch on to my neck and suck and pull on the skin there. I moan, just anticipating those same lips wrapped around my nipples. She starts to nibble a little. It feels so good. 

She kisses on my collarbone. I think she's going to go lower. She moves up to my earlobe and sucks on it. Swirls her tongue around it. "Ahh," I let out. My breathing gets heavier and short. 

She kisses my collarbone again. This time she goes lower. She reaches her hand up the grasp one breast in her hand. They're small enough to palm them but not too small because all of the flesh doesn't fit in her hand. The other is attacked by her beautiful mouth. Her tongue licks around my areola. Later flicks my nipple. She wraps her lips around my nipple and sucks on it. My body feels like it's on another planet. I feel a knot in my stomach and my moaning becomes louder. She could do this only and she could make me cum. She nibbles on it and rolls it around between her teeth. She does the same with the other. 

My body is on fire. I'm more wet than I would be if I was in the shower. My insides were turning into mush. That sweet spot between my legs was gushing. The intensity was too much. All I wanted was for her to slide her fingers inside me. For her to feel how bad I wanted her. 

She kisses down my stomach. Soft, sloppy, wet kisses. She takes my legs and loops her arms underneath them. 

Her lips find the inside of my thighs. She plants long, sloppy, wet kisses there. Her lips come dangerously close to my inner lips. I shudder. Wanting them to. Wanting to feel the wetness of her mouth on the wetness of my passion. 

"Stop teasing me please." I managed to get out.

"But it's so fun watching you squirm." 

She takes her hands to the sides of my lacy panties and slides them off of me. She comes back up to my face and kisses me. While I'm getting lost in her kiss, she moves her hand down to my pussy and wets her fingers with my own juices. 

She pulls away from me and pulls her hand to her lips and sucks the wetness from them. Her fingers make their way to my lips and I take them into my mouth and I suck them while I'm looking right into her eyes. 

I hear her say, "You're so fucking sexy." 

"So are you." 

"What do you want me to do?"

"Chelsey.." I look in her eyes, pleading. She knows what I want. She just wants to hear me say it. She wants to see it come from my mouth. 

"Tell me baby." 

"Slide your fingers inside me and fuck me please." 

"Spread your legs for me."

I do what she tells me. She does what I tell her. She slides her fingers down my mound and inside the deepest part of me. She puts in one at first. I took in the deepest breath, looking in her eyes. She moans while our eyes are locked in each others. "Fuck you're so tight." 

She starts building up a rhythm. In and out. Slowly. Agonizingly slow. It feels so good like this. I can feel every ridge of her finger going in and out. I can hear the sloshing sound I'm making over our moans. But I want more. My primal instinct is kicking in and I want it. I want her to fuck me right now. We can go back to slow in a second, but right now I want her to fuck me. 

I whisper in her ear, "Go faster please." 

She looks at me and shifts her position a little bit. Slides my leg over her shoulder and she starts going faster. In and out. In and out. So fast I could hardly think straight. 

"Chelsey. Chelsey. Ahh fuck yes." I cry out. She slows down a little bit. I get angry, "don't you dare slow down. Fuck me." I'm practically begging. Whining. Crying out. 

She does what I say. It's not enough. I need more. "Add another finger." She does. Then she starts picking up speed and if it feels so good I feel so full. "YESSSS. Right there. Just like that baby." 

"Oh you like that?" 

"I love it. Keep going." I kiss her to keep from screaming. I feel the heat in the pit of my stomach. I'm about to cum. 

I feel it pooling inside me just waiting to be released. Her free hand wraps around my neck. She squeezes only a little bit at first. The harder she fucks me the harder she squeezes. My breathing is beyond erratic at this point. I'm basically screaming. 

Right when I'm about to cum I grab on to her and in her ear I say her name over and over again. Letting the euphoria just wash over my body. So much so I almost pass out from the sensations. 

"Fuck baby, are you okay?" 

I try to gather the words to speak. They don't come out. My mouth is dry. Eventually I manage to tell her that I'm alright. 

"That was only the beginning ash." 

"Ooo there's more?" 

"Always pretty girl. You're insatiable." 

I decide to take matters into my own hands before she decides to start making love to me again. I roll on top of her and I just look down at her. Take in her beautiful body. Nike grey sports bra and gray Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I'm just dying to rip these off and just indulge in her. Unfortunately I want to take my time. She deserves more than a quick fuck. And I was going to give her more than that. 

I kiss her. Not like before but a sweet kiss. An innocent one. Kind of like the ones we had shared before we had ever had sex. I melted against her lips. Possessing them a little bit. Biting, sucking on the bottom one. Really kissing her. It was so intimate I wanted to cry. Mainly because I knew this would be the last time. Somewhere deep inside me I knew this would be the last time I would pull her clothes off of her. 

I open my eyes just as she opens hers. I see this look in her eye. Probably the same that's mirrored in my own. Longing for more than this. Wanting and wishing things had've worked out with us. That we hadn't of rushed into our past relationship so fast. I quickly direct my attention elsewhere. Her breath and mine both had quickened. I decided I wanted to taste her. It had been so long since I last tasted her. I wanted her to cum under the flick of my tongue. She was never really one for getting head. She liked the fast in and out motions. The continuous hitting of her g-spot over and over. But I loved her pussy. The copious amount of her sweet juices. The way he muscles clenched when I slid my tongue inside. I could stay between her legs forever. 

I kiss down her sexy body after slipping off her bra. Her breasts way bigger than mine. I adored them. Loved having them in my face. Against my body. Warm and heavy. They halfway seemed out of place but in that same way they were perfect. Our rhythm was perfect. Our sex was perfect. It was just that our love wasn't. 

I didn't just kiss and suck on her breasts. To me that wasn't enough. That would've been a downgrade to what they deserved. I needed to make love to them just like I needed to make love to her sweet pussy. 

I slid my hands over her soft mounds of flesh. Relishing in the feel of them. The softness. The way they swayed. The way they made her even more sexy than she already was. More feminine. Her presence overwhelmed me. I slid my hands down to her nipples. I swirled my finger around her hard rock nub. She gasped for a tiny breath of air. Then I pinched them both. Not softly, not letting her adjust to the small amount of pain I was causing her. She winced at first. But I knew pain and being dominated turned her on. 

When I got to her abdomen I looked up at her for conformation to go lower. It had been so long since I had tasted her. Right now I wanted to more than ever. I pushed her legs open and up and kissed the inside of her thighs. Swirling my tongue over her soft skin. I could feel the heat coming from her. I licked the outside of her boxers right over her pussy. I heard her moan and I looked up to find her head thrown back. I just imagined her pussy all wet and glistening underneath those boxers. All for me. I wanted to see if I was right. 

I reached up and slid them right off of her. I knew once I got back and opened her legs again that she would try and stop me. I kissed around her sweet lips. She only looked down at me, pleading with her eyes. I was going to give her exactly what she wanted. I slowly licked up her labia. They were a little puffy which was always so sexy to me. It was like they were pouting at me. Her breathing was so sporadic. I blew my hot breath over her pussy and I watched as her lips opened up for me. 

"Baby," I heard her manage to say.

"Yes?" I looked up into her eyes. 

"Please.." was all she said.

I continued to look into her eyes as I licked right over her leaking hole. She closed her eyes and let herself feel everything I was doing to her. The more I licked, the louder she got. It got to a point I didn't even know she could be that loud. I looped my left arm underneath her leg and placed my hand on her stomach. I started to suck on her clit, pulling it in and out of my mouth. Loving her reactions, loving her taste. I slipped two fingers easily into her wet pussy. "Ahh fuck ash." She was groaning and I could feel her legs start to tense up. I sped up my in and out motions and I started sucking on her clit faster. She tried to run from me and I only pulled her closer to my mouth and my fingers. I kept it up until her moaning was uncontrollable and felt her muscles tighten around me. She screamed and let go and I watched as her orgasm took over her body. 

Her legs were wrapped around my neck, her head thrown back, eyes closed shut, her fingers gripping the sheets. I slowly slid my fingers out and my mouth eventually let her clit go. She reached for my hand and sucked her cum right off of her fingers. She pulled me up to kiss her so I could taste her too.

"You've been practicing?" She was half-joking, half making a comment about Kiera. I knew she was still jealous, but this was about her. 

"It was good?"

"The best."

"Well I'm glad I could help." I smiled and kissed her again. 

She sat up and wrapped her arms around me. I looked at her to see if something was wrong. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm perfect I just want to hold you. Just let me hold you." 

I stood up as she swung her legs off the bed. I stood between her legs and I just let her hold me. She started to kiss my neck and I felt my pussy stir right back up. 

I looked at her quizzically, "Round two?" 

She scooped me up and sat us both down in the chair with me on top. It had been a while since we did this one. I was excited. This was made evident with the wetness growing between my legs. I started to grind my pussy onto her thigh, which drove me crazy. I looked deep into her eyes as I rode out one of the many orgasms that I had that day. 

She picked me up and walked me to the door. I wrapped my legs around her and I knew what she had in mind. We were looking right in each other's eyes as her fingers found their way to my pussy. She slid them in and I greedily bounced up and down on them. It felt so good like this and I thought why the hell haven't we done this before. I grabbed on to her like she was going to drop me, but I knew she wasn't. I just wanted to feel closer to her. She pulled them out and whispered in my ear, "Slow down baby I'm not going anywhere." My body shook from the way those words rolled off her tongue. I almost came from her voice alone. 

She thrusted them back into me. I gasped at the intrusion. I remembered her words from earlier and I slowed down my movements this time. She let me bounce up and down on them until my cum slid down her fingers and I was screaming.

"That was so good," I said before my lips crashed onto hers. 

"You want more?" 

I bit on her earlobe before whispering, "Always. I could only have sex with you forever and I would forever be satisfied." 

"I could too ash." She half-smiled half-smirked at me, but I could see a hint of sadness in her eyes. Like they knew this whole time that this would be the last time we would make love like this. Like they knew before we did that that would never happen. Her brain had just caught up. That made the thoughts I was already having real. It was the last time. We never said the words out loud though. That would've been too hard.

I thought she was going to put me down, but she didn't she walked me over to my desk. Before setting me down on it she knocked over everything on it. I was mad I had just cleaned up. 

She started at my earlobe, sucking it and out of her mouth, causing me to moan audibly. Her tongue made its way to my neck. Her efforts to try and leave a mark were made evident the next day. 

Her hand snaked its way over my breast and down to my open legs. Spreading my pussy lips with her fingers before rubbing small circles over my clit. In my head I couldn't take any more orgasms, but my body was definitely telling me differently. I scratched her back and screamed her name over and over while I came. 

I had just knew she was done. I was wrong again when she slid her fingers back into my sopping wet hole. "Fuck Chelsey. I don't think I can cum again." 

"You sure baby? Your pussy is telling me a completely different story." As she said this, her fingers were making their way to that spot inside me where I was sure to cum regardless. 

I threw my head back and shut my eyes to enjoy this feeling in all its entirety. My raspy, breathy voice struggled to get the words out, "It always betrays me." She just laughed out loud. Obviously focusing on giving me the most powerful orgasm I've had all day. 

She just kept hitting the same spot over and over. Rubbing it, putting just enough pressure on it. I was forcing myself down on her fingers, to keep her fingers right on that spot. I felt a fire build up inside of me. I felt my juices dripping down onto my thighs, her fingers, my desk. I didn't care right now I wanted it so bad. I needed it. 

Then she said it and my eyes shot open. "What did you say?" I said as she stopped the motions between my legs. 

"I love you." I closed my eyes. This has to be a bad dream and I'm gonna wake up any second.

I opened my eyes again and I could see every vulnerable bone in her body that came with those three words. The sadness that came with those words. The hurt that came from and with those three simple words. She didn't need me to look at her like I never loved her. She needed me to tell her it was okay so I did. She looked like she was about to cry. "I-I didn't mean to...ash I'm sorry..."

"No Chels don't cry baby it's okay." I brought my hand up to her beautiful face and I said it again. Not only assuring her, but myself as well. "It's okay." I kissed her softly. And I embraced her. Repeating those two words. Trying to make her and myself believers of them. 

"Did I ruin it?" She asked wearily. 

"A little, but I still want you to keep going. If you're up for it."

She kissed my lips before sliding her fingers back into me and up to that spot. I groaned. Trying to get my mind off of what she had just said was hard. In a few moments I felt that same fire as before. A little stronger this time. Goosebumps and chills overtook my whole body. She put a lot of pressure on that spot and rubbed my clit with her thumb while sucking on my neck. It was too much. I couldn't handle it anymore and I let go. 




How Did You Know?



My pussy pushed her fingers out and squirted my cum all over her stomach. All I could do was scream at this point. She picked me up and laid me down on my bed. She started kissing my stomach and she looked at me as I played with her. 

"What is it?"

"What I said earlier?.." I nodded. "I meant it Ash...I love you." She then laid her head down on my stomach. 

It was like she hated herself for saying it out loud, but for her it was already the purple elephant in the room. She needed to say it. I guess. I wish she knew what those words do to me. They take me back to that dark place I never want to be deep in again.

I lifted her head and looked her right in the eyes as tears filled mine with the terrifying truth. 

"I never stopped loving you." 

.......

"How did you know it was over?" My friend asked me. I knew I needed to answer, but I didn't want to admit it was really over. Even though I knew it was. 

"You know every time, even after we weren't together anymore, I would see her. And every time she would tell me she missed me and I looked into her eyes..and I knew she meant it." My friend looked at me with solemn eyes. I could tell she could see the hurt all over my face. I continued. "Until one day I saw her and she didn't say it and I knew then and only then that she was gone. I had lost her."

I knew I had lost her long before her last "I miss you." I just didn't let myself accept it until now.