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Jennifer

By: PCDonald



I had heard a rumor that the "massage parlors" that had recently begun to open around town were actually thinly-disguised brothels. Yet prostitution was illegal in California, and these establishments advertised themselves in newspapers, along with clearly identifying their enterprises with neon "Massage" signs.

So one dreary night, after my girlfriend had decided my high school drop-out status probably didn't qualify me as ideal husband material, I decided to see about getting a massage. I picked a place at random, parked in a nearby alley, walked around and went through a door marked "Open - Please Come In." 

A smiling woman behind a desk welcomed me and asked if I had come for a massage. When I said yes she replied that all the masseuses were busy, but that Jenny should be available in a few minutes. When I said OK, she said $25 was payable in advance. I paid her in cash and sat down to wait.

Soon an attractive young woman appeared and the receptionist introduced us. Jenny smiled and said, "I understand you're here for a massage. My room is down this hallway."

I managed a nervous smile and said, "Right." Jenny took my hand and led me down the hall.

Inside her room she said, "My name is Jennifer — what's yours?" When I replied with my name she said, "Glad to meet you, Don. Why don't you strip down to your shorts and lie down on my bed?"

I must admit to being surprised to see a bed. I was expecting a treatment table like those seen in a chiropractor's office. However, this was a regular double bed with a sheet and two pillows on it.

"OK," I replied with another nervous smile, "I guess I should lie on my stomach?"

"Sure," she replied, "and I'll give you a nice back massage," which she did, kneeling on the bed beside me. Then she said, "I can get better leverage if I'm on top of you. Do you mind?"

"No," I said, "Do whatever works best for you."

With that, she hiked up her skirt and straddled my back, settling on my derriere. She then leaned forward and put added pressure into her massage strokes.

After a while, she dismounted and said I should turn over. But now there was a problem. No way could I hide the bulge that had grown in my shorts as she sat on me and massaged my back. Nevertheless, I turned over and tried to pretend nothing was different. She had dimmed the lights, and maybe she wouldn't notice.

Who was I kidding?

She sat alongside me and began massaging my chest, followed by doing my arms and stomach. "How does this feel?" she asked with another warm smile.

"Wonderful," I replied, although the pain of my confined erection was becoming nearly unbearable.

"You know," she said with a coquettish look, "you don't have to leave your shorts on."

"I — uh, well, I thought I was supposed to stay partially dressed."

"Well, maybe you'd feel more comfortable if I got undressed, too. Shall I?"

"Is this part of the massage?"

"No, not usually," she said. "But I like you and I want you to be at ease."

Believe it or not, I had the feeling she was being sincere and really did like me.

"Here — I'll get undressed and you can take off your shorts."

I sat on the edge of the bed and bent over so that removing my shorts could be done with a modicum of privacy. Still leaning forward after they came off, I watched Jenny disrobe.

The skirt and blouse came off easily, but she asked me to unhook her bra as she turned her back to me. Well, I had to sit up straight to reach the snaps, thus exposing my hardness in all its quivering excitement. But she was facing the other way, so I was able to deal with it.

However, I quickly doubled over again as she turned to face me, as she began removing her pantyhose.

"I hate pantyhose," she said. "They're so darned hard to get off and on — especially putting them on — you know — getting them straight and all."

Well, I thought, since she probably does this a few times every night, why bother to put them on in the first place? In fact, why was she wearing a skirt, a blouse, and a bra? Wouldn't it be more practical just to wear a robe — or maybe a sexy negligee? But maybe she didn't do this with all her customers. What a lovely thought.

I was enjoying the view of her dangling breasts as she bent forward to remove the pantyhose. They weren't the largest breasts I'd ever seen, but they were firm and had a delightful quiver to them as she leaned forward. To me, any view of a woman's breasts in motion is an erotic stimulus that turns my knees into mush.

Now completely naked, she asked, "Shall we get back to the massage?"

Without waiting for an answer she sat down beside me and gently nudged me into a prone position, while I was still trying to keep my about-ready-to-explode you-know-what hidden as best as I could.

"Now lay on your back," she said rather sternly, "and don't be shy. Everything will be all right."

Then, pretending not to notice my desperate condition, she began gently rubbing my chest. Then she moved down to my stomach, and finally to my abdomen, where she made gentle circular motions around what could no longer be hidden. However, she never touched it — just moved around it.

Suddenly she stopped and stood up, giving me a glorious view of her full frontal nudity. She put her hands on her shapely hips and became somewhat stern again.

"I have a question," she said. "Would you like to make love to me?"

"Make love?" I repeated as I sat up and tried to hide my feelings again by leaning forward. "Uh — I'm not sure what you mean."

Now she gave me a look that said, "You know damn well what I mean." But she just repeated the question.

And I still said I wasn't sure what she meant.

"Look," she said as she sat down next to me and put a hand on my knee, "You do like me, don't you?"

"Yes!" I heartily agreed, "I like you a lot — a whole lot."

"And," she smiled, "I like you a lot." (Again, I felt that she really meant it.)

"So if two people like each other a whole lot, what do they usually do?"

"Well, I guess they get to know each other a little better."

Now she drew away from me with a bemused smile. "You certainly have an interesting way of avoiding coming to the point, although I see you have a definite point of your own," she added while glancing at my crotch.

"Well, I came here tonight expecting a massage. I didn't know anyone did anything else here."

"We don't, always. But if I really like someone — well..."

So I decided to bite the bullet and ask the obvious question. "Does the $25 I paid at the desk cover making love?"

"No," she replied with a serious look. "I really need a little extra for that."

"How much extra?"

"Well, for you — another $25 would be okay."

"Sorry, I don't have another $25 with me."

"Okay," she said, "but only for you — how much do you have?"

"Ten dollars."

"Are you sure?"

"Check my pants pockets. All you'll find is a ten dollar bill."

She sat down alongside me again, and took my hand in hers.

"Look," she said, "the boss would never let me settle for $10. I'd have to make up the difference out of my own pocket. He times how long a client is in here — and he can tell what's going on. Your being here would actually cost me money."

"I certainly don't want that to happen," I said, getting up. "I'll just leave — but you can have the $10 anyway."

"Oh, you really are sweet," she said. "And I really do like you. You're different from the others somehow. So, tell you what — I'll let you make love to me, anyway. And maybe you'll come back someday and bring a little more money."

Well, talk about an offer a guy couldn't refuse.

I had never been with a prostitute before, and had always visualized them as hard-boiled cookies who'd racked up a lot of mileage and whose idea of "love-making" was wham, bam, thank you ma'am — out the door. Next?

Yet here was a young (25ish) pretty, warm, friendly, funny, and utterly delectable creature who could have been portraying the proverbial girl-next-door in the movies. How could I resist?

"Okay," I assured Jennifer, "I'll come back with the rest of the money."

"Good," she smiled as she lay on her back and spread her legs ever so slightly.

Well, she was ready for me to climb on and dive in — but I had become uneasy at hearing my stay in the room was being timed. So I sat on the edge of the bed and said, "How much time am I allowed with you?"

"Don't worry about it," she said, as she gently took my arm and pulled me toward her.

Well, I was worried about it. As a business proposition, I knew it would be better for her if I did the deed as quickly as possible and left. But I had become quite enamored of Jennifer and wanted the experience to last all night.

Well, Jennifer really did act as if time were no problem and that I was welcome to stay as long as I wanted. I found this very flattering; but was also worried I might be running up a big bill I really couldn't afford. But she was willing to trust me about the money — so I decided to trust her and just let nature take its course.

Now I must confess to feeling awkward about putting what happened next into words. Were I a professional novelist who made a living describing passionate love scenes, this might be easy. Or, I could just say we had sex, relaxed for a spell, and I went back to my apartment with a warm, satisfied feeling.

Instead, however, I will be unwaveringly honest and give a detailed account of what happened.

I positioned myself on top of Jennifer, who accommodated me by spreading her legs wide apart. The urge to accept the invitation and thrust home was overpowering, but I decided there should be some foreplay. She seemed perplexed at first when my guided muscle missed the opening and lay sandwiched between us as I simply embraced her and kissed her.

In fact, she almost didn't know how to react to being loved in ways other than strictly genital. She seemed further surprised, but quite pleased, when I moved from kissing her mouth to kissing her neck, her shoulders and, of course, her breasts, whose firm nipples got me even more excited.

By now, Jennifer was moaning quietly and her hips had begun to gyrate in a slight circular motion. When my kissing moved to her navel, her moaning became somewhat more audible. Then, as I began to move my mouth further south, she raised up on her elbows and said, "Oh my God — are you going to do what I think you're going to do?"

Well, it was hard to answer with a mouthful of wet vagina and a tongue that was busy looking for her clitoris. Jennifer just moaned even louder as she collapsed on her back and let me have my way with her genitalia. I slid my hands under her buttocks and drew her wetness even closer. I sucked up as much of her insides as I could get in my mouth and ran my tongue all over it. Then I let it all slide out and began nibbling on her golden brown pubic hair. She was alternately grabbing the hair on my head, and squeezing her nipples.

Finally, I was about to come — and didn't want to do it all over the sheet — so I deftly moved into position and exploded inside Jennifer, while she thrust her hips forward as violently as she could.

I rolled off her and we lay on our backs, totally spent.

Well, after our moment of mattress mania, we each had a cigarette and took a nap.

Kidding, of course — neither of us was a smoker, and taking a nap would have run up the bill.

However, we did lie on our backs and talk for a while. She squeezed my hand and said, "That was really great, you know. Do you think you could do it again in a little while?"

Not surprisingly, I was surprised by the question. "Won't you be in trouble if I stay here much longer?"

She squeezed my hand harder and said, "I told you not to worry about it. We can work things out some other time."

Meanwhile, she had reached for a box of Kleenex and removed a few tissues for tidying up.

"Maybe I can get my waterbed in here before you come back," she said, leaning on one elbow to face me.

"You have a waterbed? Why would you want to bring it here?"

"Have you ever made love on a waterbed?"

"I've never even slept on one. Have only seen them advertised on TV, in fact."

Trust me — you'll love it.!

"But don't they require a special heavy-duty frame? Wouldn't that be hard to get in here? And would your boss let you do it?"

"Yes, I've thought of all those things. That's why I've never done it. But if I knew you were coming..."

I couldn't tell if she was joking, or what. So I said, "Please don't move your waterbed. I mean, we do okay without it."

She just squeezed my hand and snuggled up next to me.

Anyway, I had a question I'd been wanting to ask. "When I talked to the receptionist earlier, she said 'Jenny will be available. But you introduced yourself as 'Jennifer.'"

"I know — everybody here calls me Jenny. But I prefer Jennifer. I call my daughter Jenny."

"You have a daughter? How old is she?"

"Four. She's my little angel."

"Well, if you don't mind my asking, who takes care of her when you're here?"

"My mom."

"Not your husband?"

Her face darkened as she turned away said, "Let's don't talk about him."

"Okay," I replied. "By the way, you may think I'm just making this up, but I love little kids. Especially little girls."

"You do? I would love for you to meet my Jenny."

"Hey," I replied enthusiastically, "that would be fun." But I also realized I may be getting in over my head. Waterbed? Meeting her daughter? All I had come for was a massage. But when I looked into her soft, smiling eyes, my heart melted and I wanted to say, "Great! When can we get together?" But sanity prevailed and I didn't.

So, by way of changing the subject, I said, "I think I'm ready."

"To do it again?" she squealed with delight.

"Right," I said, but not really sure I could.

"Wonderful — how about I go down on you this time?" she asked with her eyes aglow.

Now this is hard to explain, but I really don't get as much pleasure out of receiving as I do in giving. However, accepting her invitation would have meant I didn't have to get it all the way up — and it was still a little tired. It's hard to fill a woman's love garden with a zestless zucchini, but when she's kissing it, licking it, or sucking the life out of it, relentless rigidity is not really required.

And don't get me started on where one should and shouldn't have an orgasm. I realize a lot of guys take pride in saying, "My bitch swallows — and loves it!" And I've known at least one woman who says it's no big deal. But it's something I would never expect a woman to do.

Anyway, getting back to Jennifer, I said, "How about next time. Right now I would just like to have my hands all over you — and maybe get into you from behind."

"Doggie-style? Oh, I love that," she said as she got on her knees and spread them.

I didn't expect such a quick response and wasn't sure my battery was fully recharged. But I got behind her and leaned forward to where I could fondle her dangling dingdongs. Well, the hardness of her nipples and the shiver I felt go down her spine gave my flashlight the charge it needed to go searching and stabbing into the depths of her soul. 

The moaning and the groaning and the muttering of, "Thank you, God, thank you!" started immediately. And Jennifer became quite vocal, too.

Well, being united doggie-style gives each partner a lot of hip motion latitude, and we did our happy humping with movements of every conceivable kind. I would stop periodically to look down and marvel at the sight of my personal plaything plunging into her warm and wonderful wetness. In fact, I would slow down just to get a better look. I've always wanted to be a vicarious voyeur.

My hands moved from her breasts to her mound of brown hair, while an adventurous finger would try to find her clitoris, in case my other extremity was not making contact. Well, I wish I could say it kept up (no pun intended) for a half hour or so, but it was probably only about 15 minutes before I again unloaded in her.

As we again lay side by side, Jennifer said there was a shower room just down the hall where we could clean up. I agreed that this might be the best thing to do now, as I didn't want the amount of time I spent there that evening to get her into any kind of trouble.

So we showered and then went back to Jennifer's room to get dressed. I promised I'd be back soon and reached for the doorknob to leave. Before I could open it, though, Jennifer hugged and kissed me as though she was afraid she would never see me again. I returned her affection and said, "Soon — very soon. And we won't need the waterbed." 

Jennifer



I met Jennifer at work. She is about 40, dark hair, buxom but shapely, very well dressed and confident. She has dark mysterious eyes and she seems very flirtatious. I'm just 19 and recently started, and although she's not in my department she is very senior in the company.

We were talking at the coffee machine one day, and she asked me, "Hey John, how are you settling into the area? Have you met any locals? Got a social life yet?"

I answered, "I'm still finding my feet here."

"Oh, you should come round for dinner one night, I know lots of young people round here. Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow at 7pm?" Jennifer said, "I'll email you the address."

Wow, Jennifer certainly didn't mess about... one moment I was chatting to her, the next I was coming round to her place. I thought maybe it would be good for my career, and to be honest, I thought she was very sexy. She always wore clothes that accentuated her breasts and I had trouble when talking to her to keep my eyes from focusing on her gorgeous full breasts and often visible nipples. 

The following night I turned up at her door at 7 on the dot. I was dressed smartly but not a tie or suit, just a smart collared shirt and slacks, loafers and no socks. Her house was fantastic - modern, clean lines, very large and all on one floor. Inside it seemed like she'd paid a top designer: the large open plan living room and dining area was spacious, clean and beautiful. There were high tech LCD TVs, sound systems, and a beautiful big oak dining table. Jennifer was wearing a long sleek black dress, and simple makeup - looking devastating. I was a little overawed by it all. 

As I came in a girl stood up from the sofa. She was a little younger than me - maybe 18, fairly short - about 5'1", and quite plump. Her blond hair was tied back, and she was wearing a tight cotton dress, simple but sweet, sort of farm-girly, in a flower print. The dress was a one-piece that stopped just above the knee and showed all her curves. It was fairly low cut and fitted around her breasts which were large and round. She was made up more than I imagined was normal, because she didn't seem the type. She had a slightly shy nervous expression on her face despite the dark eyeliner and full red lipstick. Jennifer went over and took her hand and led her over to me. Jennifer introduced Lucy to me. Although Lucy was almost chubby she was very, very pretty, and her blushing shy demeanor was incredibly attractive to me. 

I shook Lucy's hand and she smiled as she looked at me.

"Well," said Jennifer, "Since we are all here, let's go eat. I'm starving!" 

I was a little surprised it was just the three of us. I expected a few people and this seemed a little like a "setup" with me and Lucy.

We went over to the dinner table, where Jennifer sat at the head, and Lucy and I sat opposite. During dinner, Jennifer poured us out a lot of a delicious white wine, which went well with the light and tasty food that was already laid out. The glasses were the trendy kind: enormous goblets. You could have put two-thirds of a bottle in one, and so even only a third filled we were drinking lots. Jennifer and I chatted, but despite Jennifer's attempts to draw Lucy into the discussion she remained mainly silent, blushing whenever she talked. However, she smiled when I caught her eye, and I also caught her looking at me a couple of times. 

She and Jennifer seemed good friends as Jennifer touched her arm and hand frequently and as a matter of course. She seemed to defer to Jennifer's ideas and judgments. I couldn't figure out how these two were friends - they seemed so different in personality. Jennifer teased Lucy a lot and she kept saying things that embarrassed Lucy like.

Jennifer said, "Oh, when we go out, all the men salivate over Lucy. Don't they sweetie? I have to hold them off her!"

Lucy didn't reply she simply went bright red. 

"Not that you thank me for it!" continued Jennifer, "I'm sure you wanted that dark-haired man the other night - didn't you baby? I tell you," She carried on, looking me right in the eye, "I'm sure he was twice her age, and it was quite clear what he wanted!"

"Well, he got it didn't he?" mumbled Lucy in a rather sullen way. 

I didn't understand what she meant, but I noticed this was the first time she had said anything "back" to Jennifer. 

"Don't be jealous baby, or you know what will happen." replied Jennifer, to which Lucy was suddenly very apologetic. 

I still didn't understand what they were talking about, but there was definite tension in the air. 

I hadn't really stopped thinking about sex all through dinner. It was very arousing - there was definitely sexual tension in the air. And I fancied Jennifer, and I fancied Lucy. I hadn't got a girlfriend. In fact, I was still a virgin. I had only ever petted with girls. Also the constant teasing and talk of sex seemed designed to turn me on. I kept looking at the two women, thinking how lucky I was to be having dinner with them both, both attractive in different ways: Jennifer all sophistication and Lucy sweet and blushing and plump. 

After we finished the main course, Lucy asked to be excused. Jennifer pulled her over and whispered something in her ear. Lucy blushed, nodded, and then went off to the bathroom. This made me realize I needed to pee badly, as I had drunk far too much Chardonnay. 

As soon as Lucy left the room, Jennifer said: "I think she likes you. You could stay the night with her if you like."

I was stunned. I couldn't believe Jennifer was so bold. And I didn't really understand why Jennifer was saying this. I stammered, "Oh" and blushed.

Jennifer replied: "Oh come now, I noticed the way you have been looking at Lucy. I know you like her. I can see how much you want to fuck her!"

I blushed and stammered. 

It suddenly occurred to me - if she knows I've been looking at Lucy that way, she must have noticed how I looked at her. I blushed even more. 

Jennifer reached over and took my hand.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said, "It's not unusual for a young man to be turned on, and Lucy is so pretty isn't she? She's not a virgin, you know. I'm sure she'd like you to have her."

This talk was affecting me - I started wondering how much of it was true. My mind was buzzing with it. 

Jennifer kept talking: "You know you are very good looking. Lucy loves your type - dark-haired and muscular. She's always very jealous whenever I have a dark-haired man." 

At this she looked at me - almost as if she could have me any time she wanted - and she could. 

Lucy seemed to be taking a long time coming back, and I was getting more and more desperate to pee. I must have been fidgeting because Jennifer noticed. 

"I'm sorry - I've only one bathroom," she said. "Are you desperate? I'm sure Lucy won't be long"

We sat without talking for a couple more minutes.

Then Jennifer said: "You poor thing. I don't know what's happened to Lucy. I think you better just take care of it, darling. You look very uncomfortable."

She handed me her wine glass at this point. 

"Look - just go over to the corner, and pee into here. I wont look I promise", said Jennifer, with a gleam in her eye, as she pointed to the corner.

I blushed even more, but as I was desperate, I took her up on the offer. I walked off to the corner - which was at least 30 foot across the big room, and took the glass. I was a little aroused, and to start with I was half-hard and couldn't pee, but after a minute I managed to start peeing. I quickly realized how badly I had needed to pee as the glass started filling up. I could feel the heat of my pee through the goblet and I started to worry I'd overflow. Thank god the glasses were so large. Luckily I stopped with the glass almost to the brim. I managed to zip up with one hand, and I started wondering what to do with this glass full of hot pee. The glass was full, and the light yellow pee looked only a little darker than the wine we had just been drinking. I walked back to the table.

Jennifer said: "Here give it to me, I'll deal with it."

She held out her hand, so I handed the glass over, blushing brightly, and she just placed it on the table in front of her place setting.

At that moment Lucy walked back in, blushing, looking slightly disarranged.

"Where have you been dear," snapped Jennifer, "You've kept John waiting, you know. He needed the bathroom too. Really - it was very rude to take so long". 

I was surprised at Jennifer's tone of voice - it had a steel edge in it now. 

Lucy replied "But I couldn't help it, I was just doing as you said!" 

Jennifer just replied curtly, "I didn't say you could take so long!"

I didn't understand, but maybe this was something to do with what Jennifer had whispered to Lucy?

Jennifer walked over to one of the plasma screens. Lucy seemed very distraught at this.

"Please no" said Lucy, almost begging. 

Jennifer ignored her, and said - to me: "Shall we see what Lucy's been doing all this time?"

She took a mouse and started manipulating the software that was now showing on the screen. Suddenly the screen displayed a video picture of the bathroom. In walked Lucy. There must be a webcam in the bathroom, and the computer was replaying it. Lucy sat down on the toilet. She pulled up her skirt. The video was clear enough to see that she had no underwear on. I watched in amazement as I saw her hand reach down and she started to play with herself, pushing her fingers into her pussy. I had never seen a girl masturbate before. I was instantly hard. I didn't know where to look, except I couldn't help watching this video. Lucy pushed her fingers in again and again, then took them out and licked them. After a while, she pulled one breast out of the top of her dress and started squeezing the nipple, and then she pulled her plump breast up and bent her head down and took the nipple in her mouth, and start sucking on it.

I couldn't stop watching. The video just continued as she wanked and sucked her nipple and finger-fucked herself. 

I heard Lucy whimper behind me: "But, but, but you told me to!"

Jennifer just smiled. I looked round to see Lucy with her cheeks bright red, almost in tears, a shiny look to her eyes. 

Jennifer was glowing. She caught my eye and smiled, and then looked back at the screen. Lucy's voice could be heard moaning on the speaker, as she slowly worked her way to climax. If I'd known Jennifer better I would have recognized the evil gleam in her eye, but as it was I was too turned on. My cock was stiff as a steel rod and my cheeks were flushed. Lucy suddenly climaxed, and went limp in the video. 

Then Jennifer moved the mouse again and pulled up another file. The screen was filled with a dark material. 

Jennifer turned to Lucy and said, "See what poor John was forced to do because you took so long."

Suddenly my hand - magnified on the big screen - came up and pulled down a zip. The material was my trousers. Jennifer must have a hidden camera just in the corner where she'd told me to go and pee. My cock - enormous on the big display, suddenly was pulled out. You could see me holding it, half erect, and then slowly see it relax enough to pee. Then you could see my hand pointing the tip into the glass and then a huge spurt of pee as I squeezed the first jolt out. Then a flood of pee pouring out - filling the glass. 

Lucy stood, mesmerized, her eyes taking it in. I looked over at her, and she looked delicious. Her nipples were tight, her mouth was open slightly, and she didn't even notice me looking at her as she just concentrated on the huge video picture of pee squirting out of the head of my cock, splashing into the glass. 

I only just noticed Jennifer moving away. As I slowly stopped peeing on video, Jennifer came back, holding the glass of pee, enormous - at least half a wine bottles worth it looked. Lucy stared at it, and then she looked at Jennifer. Jennifer had a half smile on her face, and Lucy seemed almost to be begging, you could see the plea in her eyes. But Jennifer ignored her.

Jennifer looked at me said: "I think we ought to punish Lucy for her rudeness, don't you?"

But she didn't wait for and answer from me. She walked over to Lucy and grabbed her by the pony tail. With the other hand she brought up the glass and holding Lucy's head back started to pour it into her now open mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I'd never experienced anything like this in my life.

Lucy - if anything - seemed to have been expecting it. She didn't fight it. I could see her throat bobbing as she tried to swallow my hot piss as fast as Jennifer poured. But she couldn't keep up. Streams of the liquid came out of each corner of her mouth and poured off her chin onto her breasts, soaking the thin cotton dress and into her nipples, which were now as big as bullets. It was clear now that there was no bra under her dress. After half the glass was poured down her throat, Jennifer pulled hard at her ponytail, forcing Lucy to her hands and knees. I was facing her front, and I could see her breasts hanging down through the wet material, her face wet and glistening, her eyes glassy. 

Then Jennifer pulled up her dress over her ass and started to spank Lucy with her free hand. Jennifer wasn't playing - I could hear the force of the spanking, and soon I could hear Lucy whimpering. I found myself walking round so I could watch and I could see Jennifer's hand smacking each cheek in turn as her ass started to go bright red. Lucy still wasn't wearing any underwear and her pussy was clearly visible between her red spanked ass cheeks.

Then Jennifer stopped for a moment and with the other hand she poured splashes of pee from my glass over the red cheeks, then up Lucy's back, and then over her hair. Lucy looked a complete mess, covered in pee, her thin dress soaked, her hair and face dripping, her large white bottom showing and now with clear red hand marks on it. She might have looked a mess, but to my horny innocent mind she was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen. 

I wasn't thinking now. I was too turned on, more turned on than I had ever been before. In other circumstances I might have been disgusted by Lucy, drenched in my hot dirty piss, but I wasn't thinking that, I was thinking of only one thing and that was how much I needed my cock inside Lucy. 

Jennifer stopped with the glass still a quarter full. Lucy didn't seem to notice anything. She was just moaning on her knees, rocking back and forwards, her dress front soaked, her whole body soaked in my pee. 

Jennifer looked me straight in the eye.

"Take her!" she said, "Fuck her. She's yours now. I have anointed her in your piss and she is yours to take."

I didn't even think. I just pulled off my trousers and knelt down behind her. My cock was so tight it was painful. 

Jennifer kept talking, encouraging me: "Yes baby! Take your big cock and FUCK Lucy. Take it and push it in hard. Fuck her all the way. Don't stop till you've cum deep inside her. She's yours now, take her, and have her".

I was only half listening and I can't even remember the moment I pushed my cock in, my first entrance, but I remember the ecstasy. I remember realizing I was inside her, ALL the way, my hips up against her ass. 

Jennifer was still talking, "Yes baby, FUCK her, HARDER".

The feeling was amazing. Lucy was so tight and wet. She moaned as I fucked her, and rocked to and fro; pushing onto my cock and wailing like a bitch on heat. Jennifer stood over us, close, and watched. 

She could see exactly how close I was to cumming, and suddenly she poured the rest of the pee over my cock and Lucy's ass. 

This was the last straw for me - feeling the hot pee splash down over Lucy's ass onto my cock, feeling it pour over my cock.

I pushed my cock in all the way in.

Jennifer was shouting: "CUM BABY!" and I did. 

I spurted deep inside Lucy, spurt after spurt of hot juice. I never even thought about protection, I just pumped and pumped my cum deep into Lucy's hot pussy. My cock was buried all the way in, and I could feel my cock still twitching, deep in Lucy's cunt. I must have been like that for at least a minute, 

As I came out of my daze, I noticed some things. Lucy was moaning with pleasure.

I heard her saying "Thank you, thank you, thank you for filling me deep". 

Jennifer was looking at us, smiling. The smell of pee suddenly reached my consciousness - we stank of my piss. Not only had it been poured onto Lucy, but then rubbed and beaten and fucked into her. 

As I look back on this episode, I can see clearly two things: firstly, it was the single sexiest thing that ever happened to me. Secondly it was the start of my slide into depravity. Maybe it was that my first fuck had been completely orchestrated by Jennifer, but I soon found that I - as well as Lucy - was completely in Jennifer's control. 

I later found out that she had planned everything about this, from my desperation to Lucy's wanking. Lucy was already deeply in her control, and she had made Lucy go to the bathroom and wank. But mainly what she had planned was that my first experience of sex (yes, she had found out I was a virgin) was to be inundated, soaked, and drenched in pee. Jennifer wanted me to associate sex and fucking with pee above all other things. And I'm afraid to say it worked. Sex and piss are now so firmly intertwined in my mind I get hard even if a girl just tells me she needs to pee. Jennifer succeeded in twisting and perverting me in just those short minutes from the moment I peed into the glass to the moment I came deep inside Lucy. 

If you thought that was it for the evening, you would be wrong.

Jennifer was all sweetness and loveliness. Any trace that she had been mean to Lucy had disappeared. She was gentle and kind to us after my climax. She had us come and cuddle her on the sofa. She made Lucy take off her pee stained dress, but we could still smell my urine on Lucy's body and hair. I was exhausted by the adrenalin and the climax, and so I just rested against Jennifer, my cock resting on my thigh, still wearing my shirt but nothing else. Lucy, naked, looked supremely happy. I was soon to realize that Jennifer had trained her to love this treatment.

Lucy curled up on the other side of Jennifer and almost purred. Jennifer was idly running her hand through my hair, and then she gently pulled up the hem of her dress, and slipped her fingers into her pussy - right there in front of both of us. Her pussy was hairy, but trimmed, and i could see the lips open on either side of two fingers. She must have been wet as they slide in straight away. Then she pulled them out, and she just slid them straight into my mouth. I was so relaxed, I just took them. The taste was heavenly. I was still in post orgasm heaven, and it was like the first shot of heroin to a junky. You have to remember I'd never licked a woman, so this was my first taste of pussy juice. I think I must have moaned a little, and Jennifer smiled, and opened her legs wider. 

I wanted more, and she knew it. 

"Come on baby, have as much as you want." she said. 

I slid of the sofa to my knees, I needed it. I tentatively put my mouth in front of her pussy, which was right on the edge of the cushion. She gently held my head in her hands and guided me closer. I kissed her lips gently, and then my tongue was lapping at her. I felt her lips open and my tongue taste her juice. It was heaven. I can't describe her juice, but it's the best I ever tasted, rich, addictive, delicious. I guess I was a little naive; I just lapped at it like it was an ice cream. That was until suddenly I felt her fingernails dig into my earlobe. 

"Careful darling - just do as I say," she said - the steel reappearing in her voice. 

Then she told me EXACTLY what she wanted, how, where and how strong, and I obeyed....




Jennifer



I slowly learnt how to make her hips buck and her voice moan. She taught me how she wanted it. When I got it wrong, I felt her sharp nails in my earlobe and my neck. I must have licked her for 20 minutes before I felt her hands grab my hair tight, and her thighs grasp around my head. Then I felt her buck.

She screamed "Yessssssss", and her bucking riding motion pushed her cunt into my mouth. 

It must have been about twenty seconds after she came - as I was held there tight, unable to move, before I felt a new sensation, as she started to fill my still open mouth with her own hot piss. It was unbelievable, her hot sour pee flooded into my mouth. 

"Yes baby, that's right baby," I heard her say, her voice like silk, "drink it for me, swallow it, take it."

And I did. I don't know why, but I opened my mouth wider, and just how Lucy had, I gulped and swallowed and drank as much as I could. Like Lucy, the rest poured down my chin and soaked my shirt. 

If you had told me I would be doing this an hour before, I would have been disgusted, but as it was, I loved it. 

I felt wonderful doing this for Jennifer, Jennifer who had given me the sex I had dreamt of for the last ten years, the sex I craved. Her pee was so warm, and it tasted of her juice, and also slightly bitter and I loved it. 

Jennifer knew too well, had planned that these first tastes - of her juice and her pee - would come so close after my first fuck. She wanted those tastes to come straight after my first wonderful orgasm in a girl. She knew that they would taste wonderful, and that I would soon be addicted to her. And I was. 



Jennifer



Jennifer's dark hair fell around her head as she sat down heavily then leaned back. The bus stuttered forward, finding its momentum, then shuddered uncertainly into the night shaking its passengers of exhausted workers, partygoers and drunks.

Jennifer leaned forwards again. She'd always hated night buses. Smelly and uncomfortable, when all she really wanted was to be back in her own bed snug and warm.

She closed her eyes, imagining it. Luxuriating in the space, stretching her lithe body under the sheets... Turning over and counting to ten, before feeling a pair of hands on her shoulders, then looking up to see his face staring lovingly at her. Feeling as he pulled the sheets from her naked body, relaxing in expectation...

A heavy thud on the seat next to her brought her back to reality. A young guy had just sat down there, obviously the worse for wear. He was looking dishevelled and plainly extremely drunk.

As the bus lurched forwards he slumped heavily into his lap and stayed there. Jennifer worried that he might throw up over both of them and started to move to jump clear onto her seat if he did.

Fortunately he showed no sign of it, instead he brought his head into his hands and sighed heavily. Gazing blankly forwards, he seemed to be really angry about something but keeping it firmly to himself; try as she might she couldn't make out much of what he was muttering.

The good samaritan in her wanted to ask what was wrong, but she knew not to get involved - "Let sleeping drunks lie", as her friend Laura had put it. Anyway she really didn't want to, as long as he kept away from her.

Jennifer turned to look out of the window and to try to escape the alcohol fumes of her intoxicated travelling companion, but try as she might she couldn't really take her mind back to her own friendly surroundings.

The guy got off after a few stops, leaving only a nasty smell in her memory. She sat back and continued counting off the landmarks back to her small North London flat.

It was just as well, she supposed, that he had got on - she'd fallen asleep on a night bus before and didn't want to repeat the experience. She'd got off lightly that time, nothing had been taken from her and she hadn't been hurt, she'd just waited for another bus for an hour in the freezing cold of a December night and then journeyed back to hers for another half hour. She had no desire to try her luck again.

Jennifer cast her mind back to the party. It had been a good one; her friend Katy had a knack of inviting the right people at the right time. Laura had been there, and Nick; he was trying to get over his girlfriend leaving him and had spent the night flirting outrageously with any girl in striking distance. That had been fun, they'd always got on well but she didn't really want to go too far with him. Maybe when he was a bit happier again she'd give it a go.... maybe not. That would be then though.

Erica was there too; the little blonde sexpot! Jennifer really quite envied her, with her cute little body - she knew how to use it too. Odd that she was really quite a nice person underneath, and they were good friends. Erica was happy with herself and her life, and felt no need to go around stealing boyfrieds or making herself unpopular - thank god! Jennifer didn't think that she'd stand a chance in a face-to-face showdown with her.

Hmmm, that was the funny thing, really, she thought - in all the time they'd been at the party, Erica hadn't really had much of a look-in with him - what was his name? James something. She'd been chatting away to him and really looked quite interested, but he'd just made polite conversation and then looked at Jennifer.

A little shudder went through her as she remembered it. She must have talked with him, on and off, for over four hours - God knows what about! And he just stayed, talking to her. Looking straight at her and laughing with her.

A feeling of frustration built in her as she realised that he must really fancy her - she didn't know why she hadn't properly realised at the time. They were all talking, drinking and having fun - but how could she have missed a chance like this?

He's one of Katy's friends, she thought to herself. Katy had a remarkable ability to know fit young guys and then completely fail to pull them. Now that she thought about it, he'd mentioned it early on - something about her having a boyfriend at the time. Hmmm....

He was around her height, something like 5'9'', with close-cut dark hair and amazing eyes. Sort of browny-green, with large pupils, they were the first thing she noticed on looking at him closely - she'd turned away blushing when she realised that she was staring at him.

She could imagine them now, bearing down on her face, his naked body brushing hers and his hands running up and down her arms as she mock-struggled from where he'd tied them to her bed-frame...

Jennifer came back to reality with a jolt as the bus stopped particularly sickeningly and she realised that it was her stop. Jumping up, she rushed down the stairs and just made it out of the centre doors before they hissed shut and the shuddering vomit juggernaut rattled into the night.

She turned her collar up at the cold night air and hurried along her road. She was glad of her warm suede and fake fur coat, a Christmas present from last year, but wished that she had longer legs right now. The walk was five minutes down the main road and then into a little side street. Third door on the left.

Her hands felt out the rough shape of the keys in her pocket as she rounded the corner, holding them tightly as she braced herself against the inevitable gusts of wind. She really wasn't sure where her fantasy of James - whatever-his-name-was tying her up had come from. She'd never indulged in anything other than straight sex, and hadn't really thought about enjoying any rougher stuff before. It seemed pretty compelling at the time though.

Finally she threaded the key into her front door, pushing it home and then turning. The lock released suddenly, showering her in a gust of warm air from inside. She hurried in and shut the door behind her.

Once inside, Jennifer removed her coat and headed straight for bed, stopping only to get a glass of water.

Her mind was still on James-something as she entered her room. She was quite annoyed now - why hadn't she even asked him for his number? She wouldn't have felt ashamed about it at all. And maybe he'd have invited her back to his place.... she might even have accepted. Katy would probably know, she kept everyone's numbers and addresses. But Jennifer didn't really just want to ring her up out of the blue - she didn't know Katy too well and didn't really know how to phrase it properly.

Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror as she started removing her clothes. She tried to keep her body in shape and it showed - a sexiness shone through despite her dishevelled, slightly drunk look. Her long dark hair, though now displaced and a bit sweaty, had started the evening as luscious black locks; though not long, her legs were not short either and her thighs were just about the right width. Again, not bony thin and not fatty either.

Her breasts were a generous B-cup and she ran her hands over them as she removed her lacy black bra, the one that Adrian had loved.

Adrian. The bastard. Jennifer took a deep breath, closed her eyes and counted to ten. He wasn't around any more and his memory wasn't going to spoil this evening.

Opening her eyes she removed her panties and stood naked for a second. She imagined James, who cared what his surname was, coming in through the door and taking in the view. She imagined seeing a growing bulge in his trousers as he realised what she had in mind...

She shook her head and put on her night-dress. It was nothing special - just a plain night-dress - but she rather liked it and wore it most times that she slept alone, which had been quite a lot recently.

Jennifer parted the sheets and slipped her body into them. Turning off the light, she lay for a while just looking up into the darkness - imagining a soft voice whispering to her, a soft tough caressing her. She imagined James' eyes looking down at her, running her hands around his head and resting them on her broad shoulders.

She imagined him lightly kissing her, first on the forehead, then the cheek, then lightly on the lips. She imagined his hands running down from her shoulders onto her breasts, naked and exposed in the shaft of moonlight from the window...

Jennifer started from the pleasant image as she felt a hand on her breast, but relaxed as she realised it was her own. She felt warm and comfortable inside and her nipples were hardening as she became more aroused.

She'd always liked nipple play, almost since she'd started masturbating. Sometimes it was hard to find the right guy to do it to her, but she knew ways to make them at least try.

Her hands fondled her breasts, brushing the rapidly hardening nipples as she imagined his form over her again, imagined him taking her wrists and tying them to the metal frame. Jennifer slowly moved her legs apart and her knees up as she felt her pussy softening and moistening. She imagined him leaning back, observing her spreadeagled form, then lightly and softly saying how naughty she'd been and how he loved naughty girls.

She imagined herself upside down and him spanking her, both her ass cheeks, and let out a real light moan of pleasure as she exhorted him to punish her.

Her right hand moved slowly downwards towards her most sensitive area as she imagined him spreading her legs and slowly running his fingers up and down her slit. She started to mimic her dream, parting her labia from the bottom and running her fingers up to brush her enlarging clit.

Jennifer brought her other hand to her mouth and started sucking her fingers, imagining herself again spreadeagled the right way up on the bed, and his cock in her mouth. She imagined his voice whispering again and again how beautiful her body was, how good her mouth felt, how wonderful her toungue was.

She let out a louder gasp as her right hand folded back the hood of her clitoris, exposing it to the full force of her flicking hand. Jennifer rode her thighs up and down on herself, pushing her body downwards onto her hands.

She imagined herself blindfolded, naked to his mercy as he finally headed her pleas and drove his hard cock into her. Two fingers of her right hand slid easily into her vagina as she stretched herself, bucking up as if to take the full length of his erect penis into her. She imagined him calling her name, whispering it over again as she squeezed her fingers inside, caressing every inch of the sensitive walls.

Her other hand violently palpitated her breasts, stretching and squeezing them to her ever-imcreasing rhythm. Moving her right hand, she started flicking over her clitoris with the thumb whils still keeping the middle two fingers inside, pushing upwards to find her elusive release spot.

Jennifer felt herself building to an ecstatic climax, as she imagined herself again blindfolded with her arms tied to the bedstead, bent over in a doggy position as he pleasured her in every way. His body leaned over her, whispering into her ears, with one hand on her breast and the other on her clitoris, all the while pulverising her sweet vagina with his thick cock.

Finally her legs started shaking as she gripped her left nipple harder. Her entire body convulsed in rich orgasm as she imagined him straightening up and crying out, shouting his love for her as his pent-up semen shot into her welcoming pussy. 

After what seemed like an age, her orgasmic fires cooled and Jennifer lay back in her bed. She had ridden her night-dress up to her neck and her copious vaginal fluids had made a small patch on the sheets. Her duvet was on the floor next to her. She took her time coming down, lightly touching herself and imagining him lying there next to her, stroking her and cuddling her. She sighed as finally the lateness of the hour overcame her. Sitting up she reclothed herself and grabbed the duvet, before falling into a fitful sleep. 

Jennifer woke late the next day, and enjoyed his company again in the same way before getting up. She said hello to her flatmates, Neil and Kim, as she made a late brunch but was still distracted. Sitting in front of the TV eating, she was starting to get turned on again, just by the thought of this one guy.

"This has got to stop." she thought. She went back to her bedroom to find her phone and started to dial Katy's number....



Jennifer



 This is the first story I've written. I really don't believe writing is my forte, however some of my friends like it so I decided to try and post something to see other people's reactions. Constructive criticism is welcome. Please don't just say "this sucks." I like to use conversations to build up characters, so there will be a good bit of talking. If you are looking for just sex, this is not for you. There will probably not be any sex at all in this part of the story. Enjoy! :) 

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"You just don't understand," her boyfriend screamed for the fifth time. "I didn't want to go, but you know the guys. They just don't take no for an answer."

"I don't care that you went Jason. I really don't. I care that while there you managed to stick your hand into three different thongs for crying out loud. Have some sort of decency," she retorted. As she said this her blonde hair flipped over her right shoulder on top of her pink blouse. She had been running her hands through her hair in frustration and finally gave up putting them in her shorts pockets. It was cute actually. I had been listening to them argue for last ten minutes and I had learned that she is a visual person. Her hands were flying everywhere as she yelled at him until she resorted to running them through her hair, and then put them in her pockets.

"Jennifer, I'm sorry it happened. It won't ever happen again. It's just college stuff. Everyone does stupid things during college. So please, forgive me so we can move on," he said aggravated. 

Big mistake buddy.

"Excuse me miss," she called. I looked up, stopping in mid-sip of my morning coffee, to see that she was looking directly at me. Shit, I thought, I don't want to be a part of this. I just want to admire her from afar and think my inappropriate thoughts and move on. I tried flipping my brown hair down over my eyes to act like I wasn't paying as close attention as I was. 

"Miss," she called again, "I need your opinion on something."

"Okay, on what," I asked lamely, looking directly into her warm, blue eyes. 

"If you call your girlfriend and tell her you'll see her in about two hours and neglect to show up, shouldn't she be a little angry? Add on to that, that the reason you didn't show up was because you were at a strip club with some friends. I think she should be entitled to be angry, don't you?" She looked at me expectedly and I shuffled in my seat. I get nervous when people stare at me, so I proceeded to play with ruffles at the bottom of my blue sundress under the table.

"Well, yeah." Way to go, genius. Well, yeah. That's all you have to say. I started mentally kicking myself so I almost missed what she said.

"Thank you! So this, Jason, is why we are over," she stated, looking at him again. "You did everything but put your dick inside them, so now I'll let you be free to go do that."

"You know what, whatever. I'm glad we're through. I dated you for two years for you to only put out four times. Fuck that." He stormed away like the child he was. I couldn't help but smirk.

She stood near me still, confident in how things had turned out. Or so I thought. All of the sudden the fierce look she had in her eyes faded and her eyes welled up with tears. She sat down at the table next to mine and proceeded to cry. At first, I was at a loss of what to do. I just met her. Should I go comfort her? Should I just walk away and leave her alone? The coward in me won over my nice side, so I packed my things and started to walk away.

"Thanks for helping me," she mumbled through the tears.

I guess I'm staying then.

I took a seat next to her and handed her some napkins from the dispenser in the middle of the table. "He's a jerk. Just ignore what he says. He doesn't deserve you."

"Oh yeah? How do you know? You just met me."

"Well, in my opinion, cheaters don't really deserve anyone. Just a page out of my common sense book." Oh God. Did I just tell her she had no common sense? Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm so stupid.

"I'm Jennifer," she said, extending her hand.

"Alexandria, but everyone calls me Alex," I responded, returning her handshake. 

"So," she asked, "how much of that fight did hear? You can be honest. I know we were kind of loud."

"Honestly? I heard all of it. But, it's no big deal. You had a right to be loud, and angry."

She sighed and put her head down. "I'm not like that. I hate when people show themselves in public. It annoys the mush out of me! He followed me all the way from my apartment, fifteen minutes away from here, trying to understand why I was mad at him! When I told him he thought he did nothing wrong! Can you believe that" she asked, incredulously. 

"Well, you're through with him now so don't worry about it. Would you like a coffee or something?"

"Yeah, I came here for a coffee before class; I'll get it though," she said standing.

"No, my treat, please. This is the start of your day turning around to be great. Free coffee. So what do you want?"

"Surprise me, I haven't really thought about it." She took her seat once more and I headed inside.

I couldn't help but watch her as I was in line waiting. She looked thoroughly exhausted, like she hadn't slept in days. But even in this exhausted state she still looked incredible. Her hair, although played with ruthlessly early, was as straight as can be and lying perfectly over both shoulders. She wasn't wearing makeup, which was a huge turn on for me. I hate it when girls wear makeup. I like natural beauty. In my opinion, when a woman wears makeup it's like she's slapping herself in the face. She's saying she's not pretty enough. But this girl is extraordinarily beautiful. And those eyes, those killer blue eyes. I'm a sucker for blue eyes and, of course, she had to have them. 

"I got you black coffee, but I brought sugar and creamer just in case," I said, sitting down across from her at the table.

"Black coffee is just fine. It's what I usually drink," she smiled at me.

"So," I started, "you mentioned class. Do you go to Bradenton?" Bradenton is the top university in the state, and this coffee shop is about a ten minute walk from campus. 

"I do actually! I'm in my third year of getting my nursing degree. What about you? Do you go there as well" she asked, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Yeah, I'm studying early childhood education. I love kids."

"I do too, but I don't know if I'd be able to teach, you know? There are just some things on this earth people shouldn't attempt to do. Me teaching is one of them," she laughed.

"I didn't think I would either, but I think I could get used to the idea of hopefully improving the lives of some kids."

"Well, when you talk about it like that I guess it won't be so bad. So what year are you?"

"I'm actually a senior. So now I actually get a class of my own occasionally to teach. It's fun because my kids are so great. They actually listen."

She laughed when I said this. I love her laugh. This isn't fair. I've never had someone affect me so much. What is wrong with me?

"That's great. I just get to sit in class and learn. And when I'm not in class I'm in my apartment studying. The awesome life of a nursing major."

"It'll get better when you get to work in the hospital."

We chatted for a little while longer until we both realized we would be late for our classes. 

"Hey, look, I know we just met and everything but you're really cool and nice to buy me coffee. We should get together for dinner or something, my treat. Want to exchange numbers?"

Hell yes I practically screamed inside my head. Here was this beautiful girl wanting to give me her number, of course I was going to take it. I handed her my phone and she put it in under: Jennifer:)! 

"So you won't forget who I am," she said winking at me. She then proceeded to text herself from my phone obtaining my number. "I'll text you later this week, okay?"

"Alright," I stated. "Have fun in class."

"You too! See you later!"

With that she went off in one direction, and I in the other. I made a new smokin' hot friend and got her number all in one morning! Oh yeah, I haven't lost my touch. My only downfall is I know she's straight. Well, I guess I can just be her friend. That shouldn't be so hard, I mean, I just met her. But, that didn't mean I couldn't have a little bit of fun with her.

The rest of the day was pretty much uneventful. I taught my students and graded some of their math quizzes before coming home around 6 o'clock. I couldn't get her off my mind though. I wanted to see her again soon, but I didn't want to seem too eager. We had just met after all. I need not have any fears though. As soon as I walked through the door my phone went off. The message read:

Would you like to get together for dinner this Friday?

I quickly responded saying yes I would love to and where did she have in mind. Once I was sure the message was sent I hooked my phone up to the charger. I walked to the bathroom and started the shower, purposely forgetting to grab my clothes on the way there so I could have a reason to go back to check my phone. Pathetic, I know. When I went back she had responded saying this little Italian restaurant that I knew very well seeing as how is was very close to my apartment. I told her that would be wonderful and I couldn't wait.

Stripping off my clothes I couldn't help but wish she was there. I imagined her taking off my dress for me, gasping when she realized I had been braless all day. I imagined lightly kissing her on the lips before taking her into my arms and deepening the kiss. The realization that it was getting very hot broke me out of my reverie so I finally hopped in the shower.

This didn't help much.

As I lathered up my loofa and began to run it over my body I stopped to tweak my hardening nipples. They had been that way ever since I laid eyes on her. Dropping the loofa I moved one hand down to pussy and played with my clit as the other still moved on my left nipple.

"Oh, god. Jennifer."

My hand moved on my clit faster the more I thought about her. The more I thought about her the more I wanted her to be in here with me. Wanted her to be the one touching me. I took the shower head down and pointed it directly at my clit nearly slipping from the pleasure. 

"Oh my god. Ohhhhh. Fuck. So good."

I slid down to the tub and laid against the back wall as I slipped two fingers inside my pussy. I moved them at a rapid speed and started making these short whimpering noises. The feeling was just too good, and imagining that she was making me feel these things made it even better. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better my orgasm finally hit. It was so powerful and intense that I couldn't move for nearly 10 minutes. 

"Fuck me." What was I going to do?

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The next morning I awoke feeling amazing. I got up and walked over to my window throwing open the blinds to see the beautiful sun coming in. It was just 6 o'clock and I still had two hours before I had to be at the school, so I decided to go for my run real quick before I went. As I was running down the road I turned on my music and Coldplay started playing. They're my favorite group for me to listen to when I start my days. Jennifer also likes them, with Paradise being her favorite song, which is also mine. We like the same food, Japanese. The same hobbies, listening to music, cleaning, and running.

I started to worry about being gay and how she would react. It's not that I think she'll run away screaming from me, I just think she might freak out and potentially distance herself from me, but I don't know if I got that vibe from her. She's had such an impact on me so fast. Just then as I'm running my phone starts ring so I slow my pace to stop and answer it.

"Hello," I say, slightly breathless.

"Oh good, you stopped. Wait up," comes the response. I pull the phone away from my ear to see that it's Jennifer.

"Jennifer? What are you talking about?" I ask perplexed.

"I'm behind you." Click.

I turn around to see her wearing a white sports bra and short black shorts. She is jogging over rolling her headphones around her phone. When she reaches me she bends over and starts stretching out her back some.

"Hey!" she says excitedly.

"Hey, you run too?"

"Yeah, I run the route every morning. How about you" she asks standing up and twisting from side to side.

"Same here. How come I've never seen you?"

"I don't know. Isn't that weird? We've probably passed each other every morning and just never thought about it." Now she proceeded to stretch out her quads by stretching her legs behind her back and pulling. 

"Yeah, that's pretty weird. Did you just start or something? You're stretching a lot."

"Oh, no," she laughs, "I just like to stretch again when I'm almost done, ya know? To make sure I don't cramp up later on. You don't?" she asks, switching to her other legs now.

"No. I just stretch beforehand. I never really thought about stretching during it."

"Well you should. Come on, bend over and touch your toes." As I do this she comes up behind me and starts to apply pressure to my lower back. "Now I'm going to push a little harder to deepen the stretch, okay? Let me know if it starts to get painful."

She places her hands and both sides of my lower back and proceeds to push a little harder forcing me to go down further into the stretch. I hear my back pop but she continues to push. It feels amazing and I don't want her to stop. She moves her hands up to my shoulders and then presses herself against my backside. When she does this she starts to lay herself on my lower back. I feel her abdomen against me and I can tell that she is in wonderful shape. All too quickly, however, she pulls herself off and stands me upright.

"How did that feel?" she asks as she starts to massage my shoulders.

"Amazing" I answer and I lull my head back and forth. "This feels pretty amazing too."

"Yeah well don't get used to it" she laughs. "I only do this occasionally to people." She backs off and I turn around to look at her.

"Well, I hope I'm one of those people that gets it occasionally."

"You may be. Come on let's finish. I have class in three hours that I need to get ready for."

"Oh shit, what time is it?" I ask looking at my phone. 6:45. "I wish I could finish with you but I have to turn around and head back. I have to be at the school at 8 so I have to book it back to apartment now just so I won't be late. I didn't realize I had gone this far."

Did I see that right? Did her face fall? Am I just imagining things? 

"Okay, well we should get together and do something. Maybe lunch? What's your class schedule like," she asked, hopefully.

"I have class starting at 8, then lunch around 11, then back to class until 2:30. What about you?"

"I just have class at 11. Well, are you going to leave the school right at 2:30, or do you stay and do work?"

"Sometimes I stay and do work, other times I just leave. How about this, I'll skip lunch and just have lunch with you at 3," I stated. I wanted to see her again. I could hold off on lunch and get some work done instead.

"If you're sure you want to wait, then 3 it is. How about at the café from yesterday?"

"Sure thing! I'll see you then!" 

With that I trotted off back to my apartment at double the pace. I can't believe I jogged for so long and then talked to her for that long. I haven't missed a class this year and I didn't want to start now. I used to be ahead in all of my work from taking classes over summer to the point where I was going to graduate early. One semester, though, I met a girl that I was so dedicated to. I missed most of my classes the allotted number of times you can miss and then some, so I was dropped. That put me back on track to graduate on time, but I swore to myself never again. That was a ton of money I wasted that I most certainly didn't have. 

When I got my apartment I hopped in the shower and washed as quickly as humanly possible. Since this is a school job I had to go purchase reasonable clothes, so I threw on a black skirt that came down just below my knees with a white top. I didn't feel like doing anything fancy with my hair so it went up into a ponytail.

Somehow I managed to make it to school on time and started my lesson on multiplication, much to the student's dismay. I tried to make it fun by doing it like the game "Around the World." I started on one side of the class and called out the two numbers to multiply together and two students had to give me the answer. Whoever got it right first moved on to the next desk. If the person that moved on gets the next one wrong, he/she takes the seat of the person they lost. It continued like that until I ran out of cards. I gave them a quiz on multiplication and then it was time to move onto reading. They did silent reading for this lesson so I could prepare the lesson for English.

After English it was time for lunch, so I sent my class and asked one of the others teachers to watch them so I could stay in the classroom to work on some things. While I was going ahead and grading their math quizzes a teacher from down the hall walked in. Avery Sanders. Now, Avery is definitely a head-turner and I would totally go for her, but she is married. We get along very well, and I usually have lunch with her. She is sort of my mentor here. She is the mother of one of my former friends. She even knows that I'm a lesbian and doesn't have a problem with it, probably because she experimented in college, or so she tells me. 

"Thanks for telling me you decided not to come to lunch." She jumped up on my desk and threw me a pack of crackers while she continued eating her sandwich. "So, why no lunch today?"

"I just wanted to get this work done so I can leave right after school ends instead of staying." It was the truth, I just wasn't sure if I wanted to give her the whole truth.

"Why do you want to leave as soon as school ends?"

"If you must know, Mrs. Nosy, I have plans after school with a friend to have lunch."

"Ohhh," she put her sandwich down, "a girl friend or guy friend?"

"Her name is Jennifer. We met yesterday at the café and then ran into each other this morning when we were jogging."

"You're trying to get some!" she exclaimed while laughing.

"I am not! I'm just getting to know a friend that I made, is that a crime?" By now I stopped grading and just started staring at her.

"You can admit that you want her. I know you do. I've known you for years. You've worked here for months and in all that time you always come to lunch. You always tell other friends you have to stay after."

"Okay, I want her. There's something different about her. I like being around her. Yes, I'll admit, I first wanted to get to know her because she is absolutely gorgeous, but now I just want to get to know her more. She's so down to earth, and funny. She actually wants to be around me. I love making her laugh just because I love the sound. I..." I paused. I don't know why I was telling her all of this. We were close but this was extremely personal. "Anyway, I'm excited to see her."

"I can tell." She knew not to push me. That was one of the things I loved about Avery. She can be nosy, but she knows when she doesn't need to know something. We continued to talking but this time about class and how my lesson went. She praised me for my creative way of teaching the kids how to multiply. Before I knew it lunch was over and my class was back, actually. We went through science, recess, and history before the day was finally over.

"Alright class, read a little more in your book because don't forget, you have book reports due in one week!" Just then the bell rang and my students filed out calling a quick "Bye, Ms. Johnson" over their shoulders. 




Jennifer



I quickly packed up my bags, shut the lights off, closed and locked the door, only to be stopped by a student on the outside. There was a great contrast between his pale skin and brown hair. He was sitting, back against the wall, with his power ranger's book bag still on. "James," I squatted down, "what is it sweetie?"

"I brought you flowers from recess, but I wasn't able to get them to you, so I waited." He handed me some small daisies.

"This is the best present I have ever received. Thank you, James!" I pulled him in for a quick hug. "Now you better hurry before you miss your ride."

"Ms. Johnson, I walk home. I'll see you tomorrow." With that he turned to walk away.

It was starting to rain. I knew I shouldn't have, because it's completely unprofessional, but I couldn't let him walk home. "James, wait up. I'll give you a ride. You shouldn't be walking in the rain."

I was slightly bummed about being late for lunch with Jennifer so I called her to let her know that I would be late and that I wasn't standing her up. She answered on the third ring.

"Hey, Alex," she stated cheerfully.

"Hey. Listen, I'm going to be a little late getting to the café. I'm driving one of my students home since it's raining. I just wanted to let you know you weren't getting stood up."

"Sure. No problem. We can just push it back to 3:30 if you would like?"

"Sounds great! See you then!"

"Bye!"

I turned to James and with a pat on his back said lets go. He gave me the directions to his house and I came to realize that he lived with a foster family. His foster mom thanked me for bringing him home before scolding him for not walking and bothering me. I assured her it was no trouble at all and told James I would see him tomorrow.

I made my way to the café to find Jennifer already there. She had her hair tied up in a bun and was wearing a white dress that hugged her curves wonderfully.

"Hey there," I said as a sat down.

"Hey. Don't you look nice," she teased.

"Oh shut up." I took my hair out of its tie and ran my hands through it, trying to make it look presentable. 

We did the usually talking about how our days were, then we just talked more to get to know each other. She has 3 brothers and 1 sister, 4 dogs, her parents are still together after 30 years, her favorite color is blue, when she was little she wanted to be an artist so she still paints in her free time, she has to go to a wedding for her brother in a few weeks, and she is the last one in her family unmarried and single. 

"So what about you," she asked. "Anything interesting I should know?"

"I'm an only child. My parents are divorced. I have 2 dogs; one lives with my mom, the other with my dad. That's really about it."

"I'm sorry about your parents," she said, embarrassed.

"It's fine. They've been divorced for about 8 years. I'm used to it." I didn't very well tell her the reason they got divorced, which was me. They fought constantly after I told them I was a lesbian and I didn't want her to know that yet.

"I'm still sorry about it. I don't know what I would do if my parents got divorced. I can't imagine them not being together."

"I don't really talk to them much. They moved away from here once I started college. So my apartment is my permanent home all year round."

She looked upset. I couldn't understand it. "What about holidays," she asked disbelievingly, "Do you see them on holidays?"

"No. We send cards for holidays and birthdays."

She was shaking her head back and forth. "I'm truly sorry." Her hand reached over and clasped mine. "You can spend holidays with me," she smiled. 

I looked up at her. "I'd like that." I guess she said that since Thanksgiving was coming up in a few weeks. But the invitation was very welcome.

The rest of the meal went with very little talking, which was fine with me. It was a comfortable silence. Once it was time to go we briefly hugged one another and said a quick see you this Friday.

When I got home I watched a few movies and as I was getting ready for bed I decided to send her a text saying I had a great time this afternoon and for her to have a good rest of the night. I waited a few minutes until I heard my phone chime with her response:

I had a great time as well. I can't wait for Friday. Good night!

Friday. Only 2 more days until Friday. With that I drifted off into the best night's sleep I've ever had.

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The next 2 days went by uneventful, except for the occasional texts Jennifer and I would send back and forth. By the time Friday came around I was bouncing off the walls. I was beyond excited to see her. The day of course dragged on as slow as possible. I thought I was going to die. Of course Avery could tell something was up.

"Let me guess," she started, "you have a date?"

"Not a date, just hanging out. But it's with her, so I'm ready to go."

"Ah, that makes sense. Well only a few more hours, then you can go and have fun on your date."

I didn't want to wait a few hours. I wanted to go now. I had my students read the rest of the time because I didn't think I'd be able to teach. When the school day was over I rushed out of there. As I reached my apartment I started to realize that rushing home was pointless. My phone chimed:

Want to meet there at 6? Or is that too early?

I told her that 6 was perfect and I'd see her then. So I had 3 hours to kill. I needed to clean my apartment. I had been neglecting that for the past few days.

My apartment is a one bedroom apartment, but it's fairly large. I have a nice kitchen with granite countertops and an island that connects to the living room. Then down a small hallway is my bedroom and bathroom. I haven't done much the past few days to keep it clean so I started by scrubbing my countertops and mopping. Once done with that I vacuumed the living room, hallway, and my bedroom. I made my bed and threw a load of clothes in the wash. 

By this time it was 5 so I decided to start getting ready. I showered hurriedly and then walked to my closet to pick an outfit. I searched for 15 minutes until I finally decided on a black dress I had. It was low cut, just above the knee, strapless. At least I knew what I wanted to wear; now it was time to tackle my hair. I hate my hair. It never does what I want it to do so I grabbed my straightener and went to work. I figure my hair may look best if it was just hanging down over my shoulders, and I was right. Personally, my hair down and in that dress I knew I looked good. It was 5:45 so I locked up my apartment and drove to the restaurant.

When I pulled up I walked inside and decided to wait in the lobby for Jennifer, but she was a few people behind me. "Hey, you."

"Hey," I said excitedly. She was wearing red sundress that came up even shorter than mine.

"Don't you look cute," I teased. She twirled for affect and her dress swirled with her.

"Look who's talking. Looks like you got a hot date after this."

I laughed. "Yeah, a hot date, with my couch."

"Ohh, those are the best kind! Come on, let's get seated."

We were seated in the middle of the restaurant, much to my dismay. I guess the guy just figured this was a dinner between two friends, which he is right, but a girl can dream , right? No harm in wanting a little privacy.

"Okay," she looked at me, "order whatever you want, this is my treat."

"Oh no! This is place is expensive, you are not paying for my meal."

She glared at me, "Yes I am. That was the deal. You come to dinner for me to repay you for buying me coffee."

"We made no deal. You just said that and I agreed to come. But, to appease you, how about I pay for my meal and you can buy a dessert? That should be about equal to the coffee."

"Fine, but it has to be the most expensive dessert. I want to pay you back."

"Okay, it can be. Don't get your panties in a wad," I said, sticking my tongue out at her.

"What panties?" She looked up at me with the most innocent face I have ever seen. My heart stopped beating as I stared at her. She started laughing, "I'm joking! I have some respect for myself." She paused. "I only don't wear underwear sometimes around my apartment."

I choked on the water I was drinking. I couldn't believe my ears. Was she really talking like this to me? Don't get me wrong, I don't mind it one bit. I just wasn't expecting it at all.

"Good to know." That was all I could muster up the courage to say.

"Do you always blush so easily? I may have to watch what I say around you," she said smiling.

"You can say what you want, I just wasn't expecting it," I chuckled.

"Good to know," she mocked.

We ordered our respective dinners and decided to split the cost of a bottle of wine.

"So," she said taking a sip of her water, "how's your love life going?"

"Um, it's nonexistent. I don't really have time." That was a lie. I had plenty of time; I just wanted her to be the one I spent my time on.

"How do you not have time for love? Everyone needs to make time for love. You know, everyone was under the impression that there was going to be wedding bells in the future for me and Jason. Oh how wrong they were," she started circling her finger around the top of her wine glass. "Funny thing was I thought so too."

"You deserve better, Jennifer."

"Maybe so. But if I deserve better then you need to make time for love."

We ended the topic there no more needing to be said. I thought maybe now would be a good time to tell her I was a lesbian. Just as I was getting the courage to do so our food was brought out.

"Tell me about your previous relationships," she stated.

"First, tell me why you're so interested in my relationship status."

"I'm just curious. I don't see how you're not dating someone. You're clearly gorgeous; so many guys are staring at you right now," she pointed around the restaurant to prove her point. I did see a few guys quickly look away. "You're smart, funny, athletic, and you seem very genuine. It makes no sense to me."

"I'm sure those guys were looking over here because of you," I said, honestly. "You're beautiful, smart, funny, and athletic too. So they could be looking at you."

"Yeah, but I just got out of a relationship, so I'm carrying all of the emotional baggage that no one wants to deal with," she snorted. "That's what my sister used to say when her and her boyfriends would break up. She'd always be single for a few months and say that emotional baggage was the reason."

"Emotional baggage? I don't care about that. Everyone has some sort of baggage whether they care to admit it or not."

"So what's yours," she asked, taking a gulp of wine.

"My baggage?" She nodded. "Well, I don't know. I don't let go of my ex's very easily. It takes me a while. Relationships aren't flings to me. When I'm in a committed relationship I think about the long haul."

"So are you still hung up on an ex right now?"

I thought about it. "No, not really. We ended on good terms realizing we wanted different things. If we wouldn't have both brought it up at the same time I would have ended it soon."

She looked at me as she chewed her food, thinking of what to ask next. So I waited patiently for her to figure it out as I ate my food.

"What different things did you want?"

Well crap. I wasn't expecting that question. My last girlfriend was older. 10 years older to be exact. We ended things because she was talking about wanting kids. I, at age 19, wasn't ready for kids. So we decided it was best just to end things.

"Well, we disagreed on kids, and where our lives were at that moment." I paused. "Can we talk about something other than ex's? It gets a little depressing." I smiled to let her know I wasn't upset at her.

"Sorry. I'm nosy."

The rest of dinner went on discussing our first years of college. Most of the discussing ended up being in laughter though. We finally paid the bill and started to exit the restaurant.

"Th..."

"I..."

We laughed.

"You go first," I said.

"I had a really good time. I'm glad I was able to pay you back."

"Same here. Thank you for the dessert. It was delicious."

"Well, back to my apartment I guess." She looked down as she said this.

"What's wrong with your apartment?"

"Nothing. It's just my roommate texted me before dinner to let me know her boyfriend is over. So they're going to be having sex basically all night and it gets pretty loud."

"Come to my apartment," I offered. "We can watch a movie or something. That will kill at least a few hours before you head back."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to keep me entertained."

I smiled at her. "What are friends for? Come on. Follow me back."

She answered my smile with one of her own. "Okay!"

When we reached my apartment I opened the door for her and she walked inside ahead of me. She gasped.

"This, is your apartment?"

"Yeah. When my grandpa passed away he left me money and told me to use it for my housing. He knows the owner of this complex so I'm paid up to live here for another 6 years."

"It's only a one bedroom apartment?"

I laughed. "Yes. Feel free to go look around. Would you like something to drink? I have tea, wine, water, orange soda, and I think beer."

"Tea would great, thanks."

While I poured our teas she looked through my movie collection, then my cd collection, and then she made her way to my bedroom. I held my breath when she went in there. I couldn't remember for the life of me if I hid my toys well. That would be extremely awkward.

She walked out and sat on the couch. "You have a huge bathroom and I'm jealous. Mine is like a little shoebox. I hate it."

I handed her a tea and walked over to my movies. "So, would you like to watch a movie?"

"THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS."

"I love that series," I laughed.

I put the movie in and sat back down on the couch beside her. It was friendly, not sexual at all. We sat close but not extremely close. I could tell she had seen this movie plenty of times as she was reciting most of the lines word for word. It was cute. I think I was looking at her more than the movie. I knew she could tell because she would look over at me and smile then go back to watching the movie. 

When the movie finished I took our glasses to the kitchen to refill them and she followed me. While I was refilling the glasses she hopped up and sat on counter next to me.

"Thanks for having me over. I'm really glad we did this."

She put her hand over mine stopping me. She looked so beautiful smiling down at me. I couldn't help it. I had to go for it. I put my hand on the back of her neck bringing her face down and planted my lips on hers. Just a small kiss to gauge her reaction. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. She just stared at me. Not in fear or disgust, but in confusion. She didn't say no, so I leaned in and kissed her again. She was kissing me back! I used my tongue and licked at her lips until finally they opened. Our tongues danced languidly. There was no rush, it was sweet and simple.

I broke away from her lips and started kissing down her neck, nibbling as I went. She whimpered softly but I still heard it. Her hands were resting on my hips, not pulling me in or pushing me away. I came to her earlobe and sucked it in my mouth causing her to moan loudly. I ran my fingers up her thighs and started to play with the bottom of her dress. I pulled away from her and looked in her eyes. I swear they had darkened in lust.

"May I" I asked, indicating I wanted to take her dress off.

She didn't say anything, but merely lifted her arms in the air above her head. So I pulled her dress off and resumed kissing her. I ran my hands all the way up her thighs until I brought them around to her back and cupped her just above her ass. I slide my hands slowly up her back until I was able to unhook her red bra. I let it fall away and pulled back to look at her. She had breasts that fit perfectly in my hands. I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth and started to suck and lightly nibble on it. She cried out and gasped.

I went back and forth switching between both nipples for a while until satisfied and kissed down her stomach. Stopping, I licked at her naval before continuing down to her red thong. I started to pull those off and she lifted herself to help me. When I pulled them down I could see that she was hairless and also glistening with juices. She was turned on! I dropped down and kissed the outside of her thighs moving in slowly to her pussy. I kissed just above her clit and she visibly shivered. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to have her.

I quickly dove in swirling my tongue on the inside of her lips. She gasped then started letting out of string of moans. I drove my tongue inside of her quickly pushing it in and pulling it out over and over again. I couldn't get enough of her taste so I started flicking my tongue as quickly as I could. I moved up and started to suck directly on her clit. She started shaking and moaning so loudly I was sure my neighbors would hear but I didn't care. I just wanted her to feel amazing and if that meant being caught so be it.

I decided to be bold and stick a finger inside her to see how she would react. That was all it took and she started bucking wildly gasping and moaning as loud as she could. I licked up all of her juices until I finally stood up in front of her. She looked at me then put her hand over in mouth.

"I...uh...I have to go," she stammered pulling her thong and bra back on. She searched for her dress until I handed it to her. "Thanks."

I tried stopping her. "What's wrong?"

"I don't do this. This isn't me. I'm straight. I don't know how this happened." She had her dress on at this point and was walking toward the door. She turned and I know she saw the look of hurt in my eyes. "I'm sorry. Bye."

With that she was out the door, and I assumed out of my life.

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Well, there's the first part of the story. If you want more please tell me. I won't continue if people don't actually like it. 



Jennifer



by BrettJ © 2015

I knew that my life was going to be complicated from this day forward. After all, isn't love always complicated? Still, none of that mattered. After nearly 27 years of "confirmed" bachelorhood, I had finally allowed myself to fall in love. That wasn't the issue – the issue was who I had fallen in love with. I'm getting ahead of myself, so please allow me to tell my story. This story belongs to myself and to MY Jennifer.

As you may have gathered from the above statement, my being a bachelor was not a matter of my own choosing. I simply had no luck with the ladies. To clarify, I had lots of dates – just nothing long lasting.

Here are a few examples for you to ponder. One girl I went out with was a pretty young brunette named MaryAnn – spelled exactly that way. Perhaps that should have set off a few warning bells.

MaryAnn was a barista I met at the coffee shop I frequented. Some people will tell you it's a mistake to date someone you meet at a place you frequent. I have one thing to say about those people – they are SO right!

I had wanted to ask MaryAnn out for some time and finally, a mutual friend of both of ours dared me to do it. As I knew I'd face endless months of persecution if I didn't act on that "suggestion", I caved and invited MaryAnn to join me for dinner. Said dinner was nice, it was followed by some lunches and a few more dinners. Just when I thought things were going to amount to nothing more than dinners and a few fleeting kisses, MaryAnn set me straight on that.

She wore an outfit to one of our dates that was the exact opposite of the sweet and demure MaryAnn I had come to know over the past six months. The skirt was made of black leather, the blouse was gauzy and I could easily see MaryAnn's best assets, for she wasn't wearing a bra. I was glad we weren't going to a fancy place for dinner, because she was really putting it all out there. As she slid into the passenger side of my sporty MG, I was easily able to discern that she was equally devoid of panties and wore the sheerest, blackest stockings I'd ever seen. She was also wearing an audacious and high pair of stiletto heels. MaryAnn certainly was putting all of her cards on the table – my new girlfriend wanted some action that night and I was going to be the happy recipient of her desires.

It got even crazier – she kept moving my hand under the table at the restaurant to finger her horny little pussy. She was wet, hot and tight – so far, so good. After we finished our meal and drinks, MaryAnn put her fingers to her lips to inform me I was to stay silent. Then, in a crazy move, she went under the table, unzipped me and fished out my cock. Yes, you guessed it – she took out my cock and gave me a blowjob in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I couldn't believe this was the same almost-shy chick I had known for several months. She was very good at her job and I came just in time, for our server returned only scant minutes after she was again seated beside me.

"I like acting the slut once I get comfortable around someone," MaryAnn grinned as we walked outside to the car. "I like to cut loose and if it has to do with sex, it's okay with me!"

I should have been thrilled, right? MaryAnn told me about a few of her adventures and they always sounded cool. She'd had sex in the middle of a thunderstorm. She once had sex with the wife of a good friend and when the husband caught them, they both fucked his brains out. She liked to be tied up. She loved it a bit rough, with hair pulling and spanking. She admitted to being a freaky chick.

I'm sure some of you are thinking this was an idyllic situation. A girl who is up for anything and would likely agree to a threesome – perfect, right?

No, not exactly.

Our sex that first date was amazing. She almost tackled me to get me into her bedroom and once the little clothing she had on was removed, she let it all go. Using some of the most profane language I've ever heard, MaryAnn showed me that she was a force to be reckoned with. She fucked me with a vengeance and there wasn't a lot of foreplay needed. She just wanted to get on top of my cock and fuck me until I couldn't think – I mean that almost literally. She got me to cum at least four times that night and by the time I made my way home, it was 4 AM and I was out the instant my head hit the pillow.

Wondering what the flaw is, aren't you?

Well, it's simple – MaryAnn always wanted it and she always wanted a LOT of it. It had to be freaky and don't make light of this, I like a bit of foreplay. I like cuddling and some romance, but that wasn't MaryAnn. She always wanted to fuck and she needed it hard. I had to bring my A-game every time and unleash an animal in the bedroom. Nothing less would get her off. If I slowed down, she managed to speed up the pace and I had no choice but to go along with it. I actually went home a few times in pain. I had a few bruises and scratches. Every one of our dates HAD to end with hot fucking or she was pissed. I even lost a few expensive shirts, because I was taking too long to undress.

I wasn't able to keep up with her and wasn't sure what to do about any of it. If I broke up with her, I'd have to avoid my favorite cafe. I told our mutual friend about this and she intervened. She knew that MaryAnn had a bad history in her relationships and she veered her towards someone else. Last I heard, MaryAnn and the other person are still an item. MaryAnn didn't care about the gender of her partner and Dominique keeps her on a short leash. I didn't even care that technically, my girlfriend had cheated on me, I was just happy I made it out of the relationship with no bones broken.

My friend felt guilty about all of this, which I insisted was ridiculous. She hadn't known how freaky MaryAnn was and the unexpected details I confessed after we started dating took her by surprise. Still, she insisted on fixing me up again. Anyone want to predict what went down next?

Okay, let's not get too far ahead. We haven't even reached the happy part.

The next girl she set me up with was Sarah, an attractive cocktail waitress she knew very well. She said that Sarah had a very positive, upbeat attitude and even after working six straight shifts, always seemed to be ready for fun. She had a picture of Sarah on her phone and once I saw that, I was in. After all, what could go wrong with a 5'9" blonde, slender and sporting a 34C-25-34 figure. She was also used to dressing sexy and on our first date, I thanked my friend via a quick text. Sarah was funny, bright and animated. She was also into me and was frank about it. "Once dinner is done, let's skip all the theatrics and go back to my place and fuck," she told me boldly. I liked her and I think we'd still be seeing each other if it wasn't for the little secret I discovered.

We went back to her place and she showed me everything I thought I wanted. She could be dominant or submissive. She loved the way I touched her and her back arched high when I went down on her. She gave great head. She loved to fuck and in different positions. She liked it gentle and she liked it a bit raunchy as well. She wasn't pushy, she gave suggestions, not orders.

We had sex three times that night, although there were pauses in between. She made us coffee one time and she even made me a grilled cheese to whet my appetite. The sex was different each time and the second time, her husky voice begging me to fuck her ass really turned me on. It didn't sound like the same girl I had just made love to 45 minutes before.

That's because she wasn't.

I didn't know it and neither did my friend – but it turned out that my companion was keeping a secret. After a few more fabulous dates, I stumbled on to her secret and things swiftly fell apart after that.

We had just finished a really rousing fuck and after some drinks and a filling dinner, I needed to use the bathroom. Sarah was making coffee, so I got up and made my way to the bathroom. That's how I found out about Sarah's little secret – she was a twin!

Yep, standing in the kitchen alongside Sarah was a carbon-copy – thus explaining the "husky" voice I'd heard during our second time. Now that she was busted, Sarah – and Rachel – confessed everything. They were the only two left in their family and had vowed to stay together. Their tastes ran along similar lines. They liked the same kinds of men – and women. The reason "Sarah" was never exhausted at work was because whenever she needed time off, sister Rachel covered her. Their inheritance managed to give them enough to live on the salary from one job. Sarah confessed that she really liked me and Rachel thought I was a great lay. Okay, I know what you're thinking – two girlfriends, perfect, right?

No – because first, they weren't honest with me. If I had known from minute one, I'd have been fine with it. I couldn't get over the feeling that if I hadn't found out, they might never have told me. My friend had known Sarah for over 2 years and she didn't know about Rachel. I might have been able to get past that, but they were insistent I share them equally. A threesome with some incestuous GG sex was alluded to – fine, I could cope with that. We went on a few more dates with all cards on the table. Just as I started thinking this might work out, something reared its ugly little head.

Jealousy.

Sarah wanted to know who gave better head. Rachel wanted to know who was a better, sexier fuck. They actually had a few fights when they discovered each had gone behind the others' back. I managed to get them calmed down, then, with tact and courtesy, I opted out. The girls had only each other and I wasn't going to come between them. I thought that sooner or later, they'd either find a guy who could manage both of them or two men that understood their unique bond.

"You're two for two," I said to my friend, who sighed and nodded her head in agreement. "Or is it three for three?"

"I'm so sorry," Jennifer said to me and ordered me another Chai Latte. MaryAnn brought us our drinks, smiled sweetly and excused herself. "Maybe I should ask more questions. You're too wonderful a guy to remain single, I've always thought so. What are you looking for in a girlfriend?"

"Actually, she would be a lot like you," I confessed to Jennifer – my cousin, Jennifer Norris.

Jennifer has been my best friend since the age of 5. I was never the pesky, younger cousin to Jen. I was best friend, buddy and playmate all rolled up in one package. If her friends wouldn't let me join in, they didn't stay her friends. I did well in high school, because my older cousin lent me all of her notes – she was a Straight-A student – and tutored me in any subject in which I was lagging behind. As a result, I graduated Valedictorian, as had Jen before me.

Jennifer was a bit of a black sheep in our family. Right after high school, Jen moved out of her parents' place and into an expensive apartment. It took a while for word to get back to her folks, but I knew how Jen was earning her money – with her body.

No, not in the way some of you are thinking. Jen is a tall, busty beauty and she put that to work for her. She had no intentions of working at a doughnut shop or at McDonalds. She planned on doing well in university and needed a job that would allow her flex time. A friend had a perfect solution. She got Jennifer a job modeling – nude – for art classes. Jen has never been shy about her body, she likes to strut her stuff. As a teenage boy with hormones, Jen caught my attention a few times. My very first slow dance was with Jen – who was taller than I was at the time. She played havoc with my libido, I'm still surprised I learned to dance. A few times by her family's pool, I had to throw a towel over my waist. Her long brunette hair, perfect 34D tits and sleek legs all in a skimpy yellow bikini was a temptation no male could ignore, not even a cousin. I managed to keep my surging libido in check, but I'd never once forgotten my cousin was a babe – not even now.

Jen elevated her career in short order. She started catalog modeling, calendar modeling, posing for practicing photographers and she wasn't shy. She became highly in demand and because she was so sought after, her rates went up. Jennifer kept busy, but still managed to graduate with honors. She kept up the modeling, even getting a few pictorials in magazines. Her – our – family were none too pleased, but I thought it all made perfect sense. She managed to capitalize on her best assets and lived life entirely on her own terms.

"Are you saying that I'm your ideal woman?" Jennifer asked me with a huge smile on her face. Almost as if she was flirting with me, she crossed her legs to give me a nice view. Jen was wearing a sun-yellow, tight fitting short dress and as always, every inch of her was impeccably styled. Even when we were just meeting for coffee or hanging out, Jennifer always dressed like it was a special date. I had never once seen my cousin look anything less than perfect. "That may well be the most flattering thing I've ever heard. To think my hot young cousin thinks I'm perfect."

"Me? Hot?"

"Oh God Dylan, haven't any of these girls ever said just how hot you are?" Jennifer smiled and leaned back in her chair, showing off more of her amazing body. "Why do you think you've had such an active social life? You're HOT! Every woman I've spoken with tells me they'd date you in an instant and it isn't just because you're a successful doctor!"

I had to admit, hearing Jennifer talk to me in such a manner was an eye opener and an ego booster. I know I'm okay to look at – 6'1" tall, I work out and eat healthy – and yeah, as an orthopedic surgeon, I make good money. Still, perhaps the women I had been seeing were taking that for granted. "Oh, well," I shrugged my shoulders. "It's nice to hear that, Jen, I never realized you even saw me that way. You know, it's almost a shame that we can't date each other."

"Who says that we can't?"

Jennifer stretched out again as if to offer me the most sinful of temptations. "We see each other a few times a week – we have dinner a few times a month. If we kept that up, no one would suspect a thing. The only difference would be how we end our dates – let's say, in the bedroom?" Jen licked her lips playfully.

"You know what they call that? What people might say?"

"Yes and yes. I don't care. If you can get past the societal taboo, we're perfect for each other. We've never quite fit in with the family and we have always played by our own rules. I know that you're a great lover – yes Dylan, women do love to talk," she laughed. "I happen to be incredible in bed and baby-cousin, I know you look at me and wonder about that. I'm offering to satisfy your curiosity and I'm willing to bet that once we have sex, we'll click," Jen grinned. "All you have to do to see if I'm right is to say yes!"

Jen is unconventional and lives her life as a Bohemian model – just one with two university degrees. I'm not quite as crazy. Still, watching Jen move sensually and tempt me was – well, tempting. I knew that if I lived to the ripe old age of 110, I would never again meet a woman so well suited to my particular tastes.

I was really torn. I was fairly certain I could get past the taboo of incest. Being a doctor, I knew most of the "risks" were nonsense in modern times. Jen had been my best friend and confidante for as long as I could remember. Shouldn't that be the person who shared my bed as well?

That in a nutshell, was the problem. If we took that risk and ended up in the sack, if it blew up in our faces, I would stand the risk of losing my best friend. I couldn't survive that.

I realized that there was no way in Hades Jen would let that happen. This was something she had given some consideration. She wanted us to be lovers because it was the best thing for both of us. Why was I fighting something that seemed to be so perfect? I looked at Jen – wavy, beautiful hair, alluring smile, perfect body – I realized that only an idiot would turn down such an incredible opportunity. Still, I thought I had to offer her an out.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her. "After all, this is something we can never undo once we ..."

Jen literally yanked me by the shirt and pulled me towards her. Thankfully, no one was near us, not that she would have cared. She laid a kiss on me that almost made my toes curl, lots of tongue and passion so evident a blind man would have noticed it. Jen quite literally took my breath away.

"I want this," Jen breathed with a smile and another lick of her perfect lips. "I want to be your lover and your girlfriend. I've wanted it for a while, but I kept that as my little secret. Now that I see you have similar thoughts, nothing is going to hold me back. Let's pay the bill and go back to my place."

"Yeah, okay."

We paid our tab and MaryAnn winked at us. "Good luck, you two," she smiled. "It's about time." I tried to act as if I didn't know what she meant, but I guess our mutual feelings were only a secret to us. The fact that some folks were already aware of our "secret" didn't faze Jen. As I have come to learn, very little fazes my Jennifer.

As a matter of fact, once we got outside, Jennifer took my hand in hers. "I want us to act like a real couple as often as possible," Jen smiled at me. We parted for one of the last times as we each went to our respective cars. I followed her back to her apartment, part of me still terrified about the next step. Luckily, my intense desire and surging libido trumped my old hangups.

My cousin's apartment is spacious and nicely furnished, if with eclectic tastes. One word you could use to describe it is "funky". That really didn't matter because I only had interest in one room. Jen practically ran to the bedroom and when I got there, there was NO backing out. She was already wearing a leopard-print negligee and matching heels. She moved, hips swaying, towards me. Her firm tits pressed into my chest as she threw her arms around me and hit me with a strong, urgent kiss that put the previous one to shame. My cock reacted the way that it was meant to, stirring under my trousers and reminding me that I was entwined with the sexiest woman I had ever known. I no longer had a single hangup about the incest. I wanted to go to bed with Jennifer and make love to her, fuck her and ravage her – all at once. I wanted her as MY woman and intended to make the sex so good for us both that she would know I was staking my claim. I guess that great minds think alike.

My gorgeous Jennifer had decided I deserved a little bit of a sexy display. Her bedroom is huge, you could almost play football in there. An expensive bed is the centerpiece, but there is also a huge mirror that covers the entirety of one wall. She danced and moved as her reflection duplicated every sexy move. She reached over to one wall and dimmed the lights. My tanned, slinky cousin performed an erotic, private dance just for me and strutted her stuff until I was watching her every move. I felt as if I had turned to stone because her show simply was that mesmerizing. I wondered where Jen had learned to move like that (I found out later she had been taking pole dancing lessons for over 10 years and was now one of the instructors).

Chucking me under the chin and planting a quick peck on my lips, Jen moved over to the bed with more bounce than an India Rubber ball. She stretched, cat-like, on the bed and looked at me with a seductive grin. Jen didn't speak a single word and she didn't need to. I knew what she wanted – the exact same thing as I did.

I joined her on the bed and like a dummy, I still had all of my clothes on. Jen just gave me a playful laugh and shoved me back on the bed. She was on top of me and grinning as she slowly undid my dress shirt. "Oooh," Jennifer sighed as she ran her hands over my broad chest. "It's funny, because I've seen you in your swimming trunks loads of times, but you're even more impressive up close," she said to me. I didn't get a chance to respond because she started kissing my chest. After that, I found it a bit difficult to form words. I was too far gone and even Satan appearing in front of us and saying we were going to hell would not have stopped me.




Jennifer



Once I regained the capacity to think, I knew that I couldn't just lay there like a giant lump. If this was going to work for both of us, which I desperately wanted it to do, I had to become an active participant. I reached up and touched Jen's perfect, round breasts. They were so gorgeous and I just enjoyed the experience while Jen moved my hands over her body. She was so sleek and toned, like some sensual animal. I just became transfixed as my cousin-lover continued to undress me. Once she had me down to my briefs, she fished out my cock and stroked it reverently. "Mine," she murmured as her tongue flicked out and licked the crown. "This fucking wonderful cock belongs to me now and intend to be a very greedy girl!" On those words, she slid her mouth down on my cock and started to suck me off. Thank God I've learned control over the years, because I think my load would have exploded right there and then if I hadn't.

Yeah, my cousin was the perfect lover and perfect slut all rolled up in one sexy, incredible package. She knew what I liked so well I wondered if she might have been reading my mind. I supposed not, because my next move took her by surprise. I spun myself around as best I could. Now I was facing her neatly-trimmed pussy and I didn't even take time to blink as I went down on Jen. If I could make it happen, I wanted us both to cum at the same time. I made a valiant effort as I ate out the sweetest cunt I had ever tasted, but Jen beat me to the punch. My cum went down her sucking mouth and she swallowed every drop with a positively evil smile. Okay – she had made me cum, I wasn't letting her go unsatisfied. I redoubled my efforts, sliding my tongue deeper into her pussy and using my fingers to tease her clit. I worked my magic on her and yeah, her orgasm didn't take too much longer.

"We've got to get you up again, Dylan," Jennifer said with a merry little laugh. "I want this big fucker deep inside my cunt, telling me that it belongs to me. I want to be fucked like a slut, like I'm your slut!"

Her hot words really got to me because underneath the profanity, I could still hear the love and affection. Whatever was going on between us was both romantic and erotic and it was all-too real. Jen wanted me as much as I wanted her, so I took off the kid gloves. I was ready to pull out all of the stops and give her whatever she needed. Jen got on all fours and presented herself to me. I grabbed her hips and without even a second thought, I slid my cock deep inside of her. I was fucking my cousin and she was fucking me back. I don't know why I thought she'd like it, but I wrapped my fingers in Jen's curly brown locks and tugged it while I was fucking her. As I somehow had thought she would, she loved it and begged to be fucked like a bitch in heat. I understood that while we were making love for the first time, the kinky was also getting to her. The fact that I was related to her made it all the sexier for Jen. She was pumping her body back against mine and shoving my cock in as deeply as she could. My cousin was a terrific fuck and she was getting the best out of me. I was screwing her with more passion and skill than I had used on anybody. Jen just kept on spewing profanities and they might have been the sexiest words I'd ever heard.

We were really in tune with each other's needs because before I could cum, Jen moved away from me. She pushed me on my back and hovered over me. "Eat my wet cunt, you horny fucker!" She snarled through clenched teeth. I am always willing to give a horny lady what she wants and needs, so I obliged. She was even wetter than before and I nearly drowned in her spend, lucky me. When I heard her scream, I wanted to act, but Jen beat me to the punch. She slammed her pussy down on my cock, impaling herself. She started to fuck me until the pleasure was so intent, I thought I might pass out. My load spurted deep into her pussy and it was only then that it hit me – I hadn't worn a condom. Jen told me not to sweat it and I wondered what she meant by that. Later on, she actually told me that if anything had happened, we could have taken that next step. We're a little bit more cautious now.

Yes – we're still at it, over a year later. A few people suspect, even fewer know for sure. Being with Jen has kept me on my toes, but it's only made her more adventurous. I don't mind a kinky woman, not at all. With Jen as my lover, I get all the space I need with the added bonus of someone who knows what I want and need. We're talking of moving in together but Jen's apartment is her space and mine is my refuge when the world overwhelms me. We'd have to find OUR place and that might be tougher than it sounds.

That's only a small problem, because when you have someone like my Jennifer in your life, you do whatever it takes to keep her. It's not just the sex – it's the quality of having a relationship that meets all of your needs. Jen says I make her feel secure and ground her, something she has needed for years. Jen allows me to soar and stretch the limits of my imagination. When everything is all said and done, don't we all want someone like my Jennifer?