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Moving On Ch. 01

By: LOLA1969



A light rain was falling, as Chloe stood by her husband's grave. Though it had been two years, her life simply wasn't moving forward. She felt trapped in that moment, when the troopers came to her home and told her that Mitch had been in an accident. Why did they always start that way? Of course, she asked if he was okay, knowing deep inside he was not but praying she was wrong. No, he died at the scene. She always knew it was a possibility with him driving a truck, hauling fuel, but that didn't make it any more acceptable to her heart and head. 

And here it was two years gone by and she still simply existed. It wasn't as though she wasn't willing but it was like everything around her went on as she stood still in time. I think it's time for a change, she thought, as she leaned over and placed a kiss on the headstone.

Two weeks later, Chloe was back in her hometown. After selling everything she owned and renting out the house she and Mitch had owned, she loaded up the car with her clothes and headed home. She rented a nice little house and bought some second-hand furniture. The only thing left to do was put some food in the fridge and cupboards.

Chloe was checking out of the grocery store, when a deep voice behind her said, "Are you still eating that rabbit food, bunny?" Bunny? Someone calling her that could only mean one thing...someone from high school. She turned to look and saw blue eyes; sandy brown hair and definitely a body-builder's physique. Great, she thought, it's been so long since high school...25 years to be exact...and she had no idea who this was.

"Yeah, you know, I don't believe in killing animals for food; guess I never will." She blandly smiled.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?"

She blushed and looked down, "no, not really. I'm guessing it's been a long time and all."

"Jamie...Jamie Flynn"

No way! This was NOT the Jamie she remembered...short, stocky and blonde???

"Wow, it's been so long and you look so different", she said as she was trying hard not to stare at his muscular build and sexy tattoos.

Realizing the cashier was giving her change, she said how nice it was to see him and added a quick goodbye, then left. As she got in the car, she chastised herself for not asking him how he was and maybe getting his number or giving him a chance to get hers. It had been too long since she'd gone out and had fun...and frankly, old friends were the best to do that with. She had all but forgotten how painfully shy she was in high school until now.

The next few weeks were hectic. Chloe had to get her home office set up, touch base with her clients, and update her website. She loved the fact that working from home gave her the freedom to move when the moment had been right.

One night her best friend, Shari called and asked her to go out for a girls' night out with some friends of theirs. Although Chloe was a little apprehensive, she reminded herself that this was all about changing and moving on with her life. She agree to meet her friends at one of the clubs in town.

It had been so long since she'd gone out, she took her time getting ready. An hour later, she stood in front of the mirror assessing the situation. The natural curl to her jet black hair layover her shoulders and halfway down her back; primped and sprayed. She rarely wore makeup and when she did, she preferred a more understated look, focusing on her milk chocolate brown eyes and voluptuous lips. The black skirt and lace top were a nice addition to the pink and black bustier she had on underneath, with her garter belt and black stockings. Not too bad she thought as she grabbed her bag and headed out the door.

The night started with a lot of catching up and drinking. There were stories about the days of partying and old flames. By 11:00 p.m., Chloe was feeling pretty good and laughing more than she had in years. It was good to be home again. As everyone was getting ready to head home to their boyfriends, spouses, and kids, she realized she wasn't quite ready to go home yet. Being in familiar surroundings gave her the confidence to stick around and enjoy the band.

Shortly after the last person had hugged her and stressed how they needed to get together more now that she was home, she heard a deep voice in her ear, "I thought they'd never leave." She turned and found herself looking into those sweet blue eyes of Jamie's again.

"Long time no see, but not as long as before the last time I saw you" she giggled...wow, she thought to herself, how lame does that sound?

"We need to stop waiting so long between meetings", he smiled.

And that's how it all began..... 

Moving On Ch. 01



James was down on his luck. No girlfriend. No money. Rubbish job. No prospects. Every new day felt like the last.

A standard week for James consisted of 6 split shifts at the local Italian restaurant, 'Giorgios', a few pints with the other waiters on a Saturday night, and a cheeky wank on his morning off. Yep, he was living the dream.

He had no idea how he had gotten here. In school he had been smart, hardly 'A Beautiful Mind' but he was in the top class in his year and got grades that most would be proud of. He was in good shape, cycling to and from work and University 6 days a week for three years had seen to that. He had ambitions. He was creative. He was going to become a graphic designer. He got a solid degree from a semi-respectable university and had spent the last 8 months looking for that first rung on the ladder to success.

But jobs were not the easiest thing to find these days. James spent hours every week going from one reputable design firm to the next between his shifts. Looking for jobs, internships, scholarships, anything!! He went from one interview to the next, full of hope, only to wait for that phone call or email that never came. Whenever he chased a response, he was told that there was someone just that bit more qualified or experienced than he was.

His love life had had a similar trajectory in recent times. James was in no way a modern day casanova, but he had always enjoyed a fair amount of success with the fairer sex. Until recently he had been seeing girl called Julie. It had all ended pretty horribly when he found out that she had a bit of habit of falling into bed with his friends.

So here he was... 21, single, depressed, with seemingly no end in sight. The following story is how James turned his life around.

*****9 AM****

'Fuuuuck!' James thought as the alarm on his phone drilled it's way into his very soul. The start of another fucking fantastic day no doubt. James slowly rose from the pit he called a bed and slowly shambled his way to the bathroom for his morning relief. 

Skipping breakfast, James got his work things ready and jumped on his bike to start heading to work. Giorgio's was about 5 miles away from James', so depending on the morning traffic he could usually make the journey in about 20 minutes without breaking much of a sweat. Today was a pretty mild day so he decided to forgo the usual layers and wore shorts and a old t-shirt while on the go, securing his work things neatly in his backpack.

When he arrived at work, James felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. Once he secured his bike behind the old pizzeria. He got it out to check who was messaging him this early in the morning.

"Mmmm, cycling recently suits you! xXx" - Unknown number.

'Who the hell sent that' James thought, replying to the text in slightly less abrupt terms.

Instead of waiting for a response, James went inside and got ready for his shift, putting his phone in his bag and forgetting about it for the rest of the day.

James liked to think he was good at his job, as rubbish as it was. He usually worked behind the bar, keeping things moving. In Giorgio's it was the barman's responsibility to keep all of the checks up to date in the register, as well as making all of the drinks and entertaining customers waiting for a table. It meant that he wasn't running around like a headless chicken for most of the day and that he got to meet some pretty interesting people along the way. 

Today was panning out just like every other, until she came in. James noticed her immediately from across the room. After talking to the Maitre de, she walked over to the bar, straight out of one of James' more 'interesting' dreams. 

She was brunette, around 5ft 10, and was wearing a figure hugging black evening dress that left little to the imagination. The slit in the side of her skirt giving a tantalising glimpse of her stocking-covered thighs. In truth, she was quite overdressed for the restaurant, but James did not mind one little bit! She looked like she was in her mid-twenties, but something about the way she carried herself made him sure that she was older. Her face formed of gentle lines and curves. She had a smile that would melt glass.

James tried not to stare as she approached the bar and gracefully took her seat. Doing his best to not look flustered, he threw his tea towel over his shoulder nonchalantly and approached this beautiful creature.

"Good evening, what can I get you Miss?"

"Hmm", she said. "Do you have a cocktail list?"

"Of course" James replied as he reached for the menu. "It's of my own design, so apologies in advance."

She smiled as she started scanning through the menu. "You made this?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, the old one still had cocktails from 1920s on it. I told the owner I'd redo it as a favour. Plus it meant i got to choose the cocktails."

"In that case," she said, placing the menu down on the bar and running her finger down the leather cover. "What do you recommend?"

James looked her in the eye as she smiled at him over the bar. "Well, that depends."

Mock intrigue flashed across her face. "Depends on what?"

"It depends on how much you trust your bartender", he smiled. "This is a very powerful position you have put me in."

"How so?" She was enjoying the childish back and forth.

"Well, the drink you have before your meal determines what food you're going to choose later." he replied. "For example, if I made you something bitter like an Espresso Martini, you are subconsciously going to choose a little sweeter to balance your palate. If i give you a heavy drink, like a Pina Colada, you will have something light and salty."

James could tell she was slightly taken aback by his explanation, as if she was trying to work out whether it was true or not. He had no idea, of course, but he had years of experience when it came to making bullshit stories sound realistic.

After a few moments thought, she looked at James and said "Well I'm looking for something salty later so I guess I should have something sweet." A flashing image of this goddess taking a cock in her mouth raced through James' mind, causing his cock to twitch involuntarily. "Yes, something light and sweet should just hit the spot"

Something about the way that she said 'just' sent James' mind racing again. He quickly turned and started making her drink, taking some Midori and Amaretto and mixing in some cranberry juice, finishing with a straw and a small cocktail umbrella (Where do you think this is? The Ritz?).

She giggled like a schoolgirl when she saw the umbrella. "Oh, I have always wanted one of these! You sir, have made my night!"

James performed a mocking bow. "You're very welcome, m'lady! Just wait until you've tried it"

She took a quick sip and instantly relaxed back into her seat and exhaled. "Wow, that IS good! I might just be ordering another."

Just then, as James was preparing another wonderfully witty response, a hand appeared over her right shoulder, gently caressing her slender frame. She turned to greet the lucky bastard that had the pleasure of her company that night. Tall and handsome, with a shitty One Direction style hair cut and face that looked like it had been moisturised every waking moment since infancy. James hated this guy from the moment he saw his hand on her shoulder. He looked like the sort of guy who had never had to work to get a girl into bed, but just had to smile and call a cab. Bastard.

He offered his queen his arm and she took it, as he guided her to their table. his heart began to sink as she smiled and laughed at something Bastard had said. Battling his envy, he knuckled down and got on with his other duties, casually glancing over at their table to sneak a peak at his new obsession.

She seemed totally engrossed in conversation, as if James was already a distant memory to her. Bastard.

As time passed, the restaurant came busier, with more customers taking up his invaluable peeping opportunities. James had just about given up hope when one of the waiters came over and called for her bill. Soon she'd be leaving and be out of his life forever. He resigned himself to defeat.

When the bill came back, aside from the cash and a miserly tip (Bastard!) there was a napkin on top of the check. James took it off the plate and was about to throw it in the bin when he noticed that there was a message written on the back. He just about jumped out of his skin as he read;

"Thanks for the cocktail. I was really impressed by your menu, call me some time. D"

James' heart was pounding out of his chest as he lifted the check and saw that a business card had been left under it.

"Danielle Davis - Director - DDDesigns Ltd"

'So, my angel has a name,' he thought. He looked up sharply to see Danielle walking towards the door of the restaurant with Bastard. As she left, James noticed something different about her hair.

It was now held in place over her right ear by a cocktail umbrella.

James' mind was doing cartwheels. What did the message mean? Did she him to call her socially? She works for a design firm, one that he had already applied for. Did she want him to apply for a job? Either way, he secured her card in his wallet. He was making that call!

****11pm*****

As his shift was coming to an end, James cashed up the register and began to lock up. When the last of the work was done and the staff had sat down for a drink, James retrieved his phone from his bag to check to see who hadn't been calling him today.

2 New messages - Unknown Number

"Your secret admirer. xXx" sent 9:55am

"Meet me in The George tonight? Bring your cycling gear! xXx" sent 10:30pm

The George was a pub slightly down the road from Giorgio's, and you guessed it, owned by the same guy. Apparently he has a bit of a hard on for his own name. The staff were heading that way anyway once James locked up he decided to tie the bike up outside and head along for a quick drink.

Curiosity got the better of him when the staff found somewhere to sit down and he started to scan the pub for potential admirers. He had half expected it to be one of his mates playing a trick on him, so he kept his work gear instead of getting changed like he normally would. As he was looking, he suddenly had his eyes covered from behind by someone's hands. "Guess who?" asked a giggly voice from behind him. 

"My secret admirer?" James laughed, as he began to recognise the voice. He felt her chest pressing against the top of his head as she kept her hands in place.

"Very good, James. But who am I?"

"Well judging from the facts in front of me. Giggly voice. Penchant for the dramatic. Strong fingers... Charlotte?" James guessed. He was 90% sure at this stage.

"Strong fingers?" she said, huffing as she moved her hands from his eyes. James turned to view his tormentor, confirming that it was indeed his old colleague from the restaurant, Charlotte Younger. She was the same age as James and had worked at the restaurant to fund her way through her medical degree. She was short, at around 5ft4, but not petite. Despite not having much in the chest department, there was always something about Charlotte that made James wonder what it would be like to fuck her. "Where on Earth did you get 'Strong Fingers' from?". She went to grab a seat next to James as the other restaurant staff went back to their conversations. 

"You tell me" James laughed, holding up two fingers together in a provocative manner and grinning from ear to ear. A rosy blush started spreading across her cheeks, offsetting her dark brown hair.

"Asshole!" she exclaimed, punching James in the shoulder. She followed it up with a hug. "So how've you been?"

James and Charlotte started to catch up over a drink or two, recollecting days gone by and finding out what each other have been up to since they'd last spoken. Char had asked how things were going with Julie and he filed her in on how much of a slut she was. He'd forgotten that one of his 'mates', Tim, who she'd slept with, was Charlotte's ex. They'd not been together when he and Julie had hooked up, but it enraged Charlotte nevertheless.

"What a bellend!" she said. "I knew he was a twat when I dumped him but I never thought he'd do that to a mate!"

"Me neither, Though to be fair we weren't technically going out, so I can't blame them"

"What do you mean?" She asked. "I thought you two had been together for a while?"

James described how the relationship with Julie was mainly a sex thing. Neither of them had time for a relationship, so whenever they found a rare moment of time together, they'd usually find their way back to her flat and relieve a bit of stress. Only James made the mistake of thinking he was the only outlet for her. How wrong he was.

"Wow!" Charlotte gasped. "So you were just fuck buddies?"

"Yeah, I guess so, when you put it like that."

"Still though, I can't believe that asshat Tim ruined it for you!"

"Like I said, it wasn't just Tim."

"Still though, I feel like we should get back at him somehow!" Charlotte looked over at James and blushed slightly, as if she'd just thought of something that embarrassed her. James thought he knew what that might be and decided to pursue it.

"So, you a fan of the cycling gear then?" he teased.

"Hell yeah, when I saw you this morning I nearly wolf whistled, before I recognised you! I didn't realise you'd gotten so fit!" she twitched as she finished her sentence, blushing again as she realised what she'd just said. James smiled.

Last orders were being called at the bar and James had started to gather his things as the staff started to leave. Charlotte waited until the others were out of earshot. "Listen" she said quietly. "If you still want to get back at Julie and Tim, come round to mine tonight!" 

James almost had to double take. Charlotte had never seemed like the kind of girl to be so forward. He knew it was an opportunity not to be missed. "What did you have in mind?"

"Just bring your cycling gear and be at mine in 15minutes" she said, playfully slapping James on the arse and walking out of the pub. 'Where the fuck had that come from?" he thought. Without hesitating, he grabbed his things and headed to the pubs toilets to get changed.

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Arriving at Charlotte's flat, he locked his bike up and pressed the buzzer.

Quicker than he had expected, the intercom buzzed and the door latch was unlocked. He made his way upstairs to her flat and noticed that her door had been left slightly ajar. Making his way in and closing the door behind him, he left his bag by the entrance to the flat and made his way into the living room.

Charlotte was lying provocatively on her sofa, flashing James a wicked grin. Strangely, she had changed into what looked like running gear, with a light blue sports bra and black yoga pants that showed off how great her body looked. James got the feeling he was going to help her scratch a very particular itch tonight.

"So, what do you think?" She said, running her hand down her hip and over her leggings.

"I think we're both ready for a workout" He replied.

She smiled as she stood up and slowly made her way across the room towards him. She paused slightly just out of arms reach and looked James over. James did the same.

"This is going to be fun!" she said, as she closed the gap between them and kissed him hard.

Their tongues intertwined as if fighting for control of their shared mouth space. He let her win as his hands began to explore her body. She was incredibly toned and had obviously put in a lot of work at the gym to look this good. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer towards him, enjoying the feel of her body against his.

As she broke away from the kiss, she grabbed his hand and said "Let's take this to the bedroom?"

James didn't budge, she turned and looked at him questioningly. "Nope" James said, pointing over to the (obviously well used) yoga matt in the corner of the living room. "You wanted a work out? No?"

A positively evil smile crossed her face as James pulled her back into an embrace and kissed her again. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and made his way over to the yoga mat, placing her down gently, whilst still engaged in lip lock. Charlotte's body rose to meet James' and they could both feel how turned on they were. He released her from the kiss and started to kiss her neck, nibbling gently as he made his way down to her shoulder. Brushing his hands over her breasts, he slowly lowered himself down, enjoying every inch of her as he went. He brushed his tongue over her sports bra covered nipple, causing her to shiver with excitement. Slowly but surely, he made his way down to his goal, making light kisses against her abs until he got to the yoga pants.

James had always had a thing for yoga pants, he was sure he wasn't alone. Something about them on an even semi fit girl, just got his pulse racing. On Charlotte, the effect has magnified tenfold. His hands ran down her hips and caressed the outsides of her thighs as he brought his face down level with her crotch. He could almost taste her. He ran his tongue over the felt-like material of her crotch and confirmed his suspicions. She was wet, and she tasted great! Charlotte moaned in appreciation as her hips rose to meet his eager mouth

Gently, he eased his fingers into her waistline and pulled the pants down as far as her ankles. As the yoga pants descended, he was greeted by a perfect, and incredibly aroused, pussy. He smiled as he realised that she wanted this as much as he did. He began tracing the tip of his tongue down from her hips, skipping around her neat brown landing strip and landing soft kisses as he got closer to his prize.

"Mmmmphh" he heard Charlotte hum from above him. His tongue had reached it's destination, and started to slowly trace it way around her labia, carefully running alongside her sensitive lips. After a couple more laps, he brushed the tip of his nose against her clit as he slowly circled inwards. 'God she's wet' James thought as he felt her arousal drip down his chin.

Changing the pace, he suddenly darted his tongue into her waiting pussy, stretching out and reaching inside. Charlotte gasped and her legs began to twitch. Suppressing his grin, he moved his tongue upwards until it was dancing over her clit. Charlotte began to writhe underneath him. He slowly inserted a finger into her as his tongue continued it's assault. He could feel her legs closing on his head, spurring him on, so he added a second, slowly working his way in and of her. 

Her back arched and her legs jolted as she got closer to the edge. James could sense how close she was, so he increased his intensity. Suddenly, James felt Charlottes legs rise up and wrap around his shoulders, holding his head in place. Within moments, she gasped and began twitching uncontrollably as the orgasm overcame her, squeezing his head into her pussy. He lapped up some of the excess juices, savouring the taste.

"Wow!" she gasped, to no-one in particular as she stared at the ceiling. She looked down to see James grinning at her mischievously. She sat up and reached for his face, kissing him fiercely, obviously not bothered about tasting the arousal that still salted his chin. She grabbed his shoulders and threw him down onto the mat. Feeling her way up his thighs, she let her fingernails gently scratch him as her hands roamed up his stomach under his T-shirt. Lifting it over his head, she attached his mouth again with vigour when became available from under the garment. Lifting herself onto his lap, she ground her wet pussy against James' straining shorts. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this hard.

Charlotte sat up, still grinding her pussy against his crotch, grabbing the underside of her sports bra and raising it over her head, releasing her small breasts. Her nipples hard and sensitive. James sat up and took one into his mouth caressing the other with his spare hand. 




Moving On Ch. 01



Charlotte moaned as another shiver rushed through her. James felt her hand on his chest, pushing him back down to the mat. Reaching for his cock, Charlotte lifted herself from his lap so that James could remove the last remaining barrier from her release. As the shorts came down, James' rock hard member shot up, rejoicing in being released from it's confinement. A devilish grin crossed her face as she eyed it up like a predator sizing up it's prey.

She eased herself back down on to the now naked James and resumed grinding her hips against his. 

Despite not being inside of her, the intensity her action was almost too much for him. He reached up to caress her chest but she intercepted his errant hands and pinned them above his head. She was in control here.

Far from overpowered, James took her cue and allowed her to press the advantage. She leant to kiss him, nibbling on his lower lip and pulling it back with her.

Easing up his torso, she smothered her chest in his face, allowing him to get his tongue on her solid nipples. Without the use of his hands, James put all he had into teasing her. He could feel her grinding stutter as little sparks of pleasure raced down her spine.

Ready for more, Charlotte moved away from James' eager attention. Snaking her hips from side to side as she backed herself back towards James' waiting phallus. Pausing just out reach, she finally released his arms, allowing him to line himself up with her.

As soon as she felt him in place, she pushed back, engorging herself on James' rock hard member. She roughly grunted as she sat back, taking his entire length in one effort.

James could feel her insides gripping him like a vice. He lay there mesmerised by the confidence and authority that Charlotte was displaying. She was calling the shots, he was along for the ride. James was perfectly fine with this arrangement.

She started slowly, rising up gradually before easing herself back down. Her breathing started to get heavier. Quickening the pace, she quickly built up a rhythm. James started raising his hips to meet her.

"No" she said, placing her hand firmly on his chest. "Allow me".

Submitting, James lay back on the now slippery yoga mat, while Charlotte quickly got back up to speed. Suddenly, her inner grip on his member started to tighten as she lifted herself from his lap. Was she coming again? The grip eased as she slammed herself back down, gasping loudly.

"Holy shit!" James swore under his breath as Charlotte began repeating the process. It felt like his helmet was being pulled off before being shot back deep inside her. It felt incredible!

He could see a devilish grin form in the corner of her mouth as she noticed the effect she was having on him. He knew he'd have to do something quick or that would be all she wrote.

Feeling her tire, James took his opportunity to sit up and roll her over forcefully, catching her by surprise as he lay her down in her own juices. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper. Placing his arms beneath her shoulders, he heaved her up off the floor without exiting her. 

They could hear the yoga mat slowly pealing off her back as it fell back to the floor. The entwined pair shared a giggle

With one more effort, James managed to get to his feet, his hands now firmly supporting her talented behind. Charlotte giggled as he manhandled her from the living room and headed for the bedroom. Play time was over!

Approaching the bed, he threw her down, pausing to admire her figure. Her shoulder length brunette hair wild and frizzy. Chest heaving up and down. She bit her lip in anticipation of what was to come. James grabbed her hips and slid over to the side of the bed. Placing her ankles on his shoulders, he quickly thrust himself into her, taking her breath away.

He quickly built up a rhythm, putting some momentum into his strokes. Charlotte's hands found their way to her breasts and started to to squeeze. The sight was like a shot in the arm, as if one were needed, and his lust for her went into overdrive. Spreading her legs and pinning them by her side, he plunged into her with all of his might, each thrust eliciting animalistic grunts from the pair.

Her breathing became more erratic. She was close again. He was close himself. As her legs began to twitch in his grasp, her head suddenly shot back and her grunts became louder.

"Cum for me, James!" she panted. "Cum just for me!" She grabbed him around the neck, and pulled her mouth to his. Pulling him down on top of her, she began to kiss and nibble at his neck. Her hot, ragged breaths going straight in his ear.

Suddenly, James felt his entire body tense as he exploded deep inside of her. It felt as though he could cum forever as rope after rope erupted into her womb. His cock felt like it was on fire as it twitched and spasmed inside of her. He collapsed on the bed next to Charlotte, looking into her bliss filled eyes as she stared at the ceiling. 

"Now that was a workout!" she said through shallow, panting breaths. She rolled back further onto the bed and invited James to spoon. Within moments, sleep had taken them both.



Moving On Ch. 02



Ch. 2: Double Matinee

With Jessie and Aurora in my arms, I certainly could not complain about how the summer was turning out. Regretfully, they were not going to be around for long. As soon as school got out and they graduated, and of course after their trip to Disney World, Jessie was moving off to her father's for the rest of summer and had decided on a community college near him. We did manage a few more "get togethers" before she left. I don't know if Jessie started to have sex with other guys too, but when we were together, she was insatiable. I only managed to get together with both of them together one other time, the last time I was to be with them. Jessie and I hooked up five times in the three weeks we had, each time I came at least twice, if not three times! She was particularly keen on trying out different positions and was obviously doing some research, as a few she wanted to try were even new to me.

One lazy Sunday afternoon, Jessie was over and after fucking her in her favorite position, doggy style, and recuperating on the bed, I suggested we cool off in the pool and watch the setting sun. Jessie welcomed the idea, hopping out of bed and opening the sliding glass doors of the bedroom that lead to the back patio. She immediately dove in and beckoned me to join her. I did not have her energy, slowly wading into the pool. 

Jessie immediately swam up to me, head first, mouth open towards my cock. In laughing so much she swallowed some water before she could swallow my cock. After her coughing fit, she stood up, pressed her body against mine and we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing about. As we were kissing, Jessie slowly guided us into deeper water where we eventually lost our balance and slipped into the water. 

We spent awhile splashing about, naked, teasing one another. I eventually swam to the side of the pool and pulled myself out, sitting with my feet dangling in the water, and my cock, semi-hard, sticking noticeably out. Jessie continued to swim about as I watched her, enrapt by her big tits and small, tight ass. She was a teen goddess, twenty years my junior, swimming naked in my pool after spending an afternoon fucking. Can life get any better? 

Jessie eventually tired of showing off her nubile body to me and made her way over to where I was sitting. She stood up in front of me and seductively started to rub her luscious tits over my cock. I hardened immediately. With each stroke down she licked the tip of my cock, eliciting several moans of ecstasy from my lips. After a few strokes of titty fucking, she started to lick my shaft and kiss the tip, seductively sliding my cock into her mouth.

I instinctively humped my hips into her face as she sucked me off, holding her head. Even though I had cum twice earlier while having sex, it didn't take me long to cum yet again into Jessie's eager mouth.

Jessie swallowed every drop then gave me a big kiss on the lips before she bounced out of the pool to get dressed and head home. I could do nothing more than sit there with undoubtedly a big stupid grin on my face, just reveling in my unbelievable good fortune. I did have the wherewithal to eventually move, putting on a pair of shorts and shirt to offer Jessie a drive home. She lived in a working class neighborhood of track houses, decent and clean, not too far from the high school. As per our routine, I dropped her off close to the school to avoid her mother becoming overly suspicious. 

Though seemingly moving in another plane of reality, I did manage to stop at the store and picked up some pre-cooked food for dinner – I was sure I wasn't going to have the strength to cook anything that night. Jessie gave me a true workout.

After heating up my dinner, I stepped out to eat on the patio, enjoying the (relatively) cool breeze. My state of bliss was interrupted by one of those unfortunate experiences one has when houses are built much too close to one another – my neighbors were having fight. It sounded like Alia and her step-mother were going at it again and the open windows did nothing to hide their venom for one another in a respectable middle class manner – behind closed doors!

I had met the Kramers a few times in the yard; he was a lawyer and having lost his first wife to cancer remarried his then secretary, ten years his junior. Given my current "relationship" with Jessie (well, it wasn't really a relationship – we were just sex partners, as I saw it) twenty years younger than, I certainly couldn't fault him for being attracted to a younger woman. Particularly Kathleen who, though the epitome of upperly mobile wanna-be with her over done coiffeur and nails, was an extremely attractive woman, and knew it. She had a long neck, high cheek bones, and soft auburn hair she usually wore in some type of fashionable style. She also had big breasts, always showed a bit of cleavage, stylishly of course, long shapely legs, and an ass to die for. It appeared, however, that she wasn't a particularly good step-mother; undoubtedly, under the circumstances, not an easy task to excel at given the untimely death of Alia and her brother's mother.

Kathleen was night and day to young Alia who was a quiet, down to earth goth. More often than not wearing black, dark eyeliner around her eyes, and she had a few piercings, the visible ones included a number in both ears, her nose and eyebrow. Her hair was usually black but once in awhile she would add some "color" – purple or red. Alia was tall, at least 5'8" or so and thin as anything. She was a rising senior in high school. What she lacked in curves, she made up for in facial looks, despite her best attempts to hide her beauty. I had never spoken more than a few words to her when her father first introduced me, she never seemed interested in saying even hello if I ever happened to see her outside. 

Kathleen and Alia fought regularly, though it never seemed to amount to anything more than raised voices. I was tempted to go inside and finish my meal, but then there was a few slammed doors and everything fell silent again. I waited a few moments and then started to enjoy the last of my dinner and peaceful evening. It didn't last long.

From around the corner of the house, just outside my side gate that led to the narrow strip of land that served as a buffer between our two houses, I could hear some sobbing. I toyed with the idea of investigating, but figured it was not my place. Then I noticed a hand reach over the fence and unlatch my gate and in walked a noticeably upset Alia. She closed the gate and walked over to the pool and sat, dangling her long legs into the water. She was wearing a short black skirt and black halter top, though I noticed in the moon light that her face was not made up – she looked radiantly beautiful.

She obviously didn't notice me or was unconcerned by my presence.

"Hi," I finally decided to break the silence.

Alia jumped on hearing my voice, apologizing as she thought I was out as she didn't see any lights on. She explained that before I moved in the house was vacant for about six months and she found it to be her refuge. She apologized for intruding, but didn't bother getting up to leave. She needed a space to contemplate the world and my pool side seemed to be her space.

"Sorry, I thought you might be out with your girlfriend or something."

"Girlfriend? What girlfriend? What makes you think I have a girlfriend?"

Alia just smirked at me, the kind of look one gives when they assume they know the truth and catch you lying. 

"Yeah, right. That skank that was over here earlier. She's your ..."

"Skank? Excuse me?" I said, shocked at her judgment of others, as I walked over towards her. Alia didn't move, her whole attitude was so nonchalant. Even her use of skank just seemed to be an everyday word.

"Sorry, Jessie's her name, right? I know her from school. Your girlfriend, yes?"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Does she know that? I mean, the way you all fucked all afternoon she's gotta be someone special."

"Excuse me? What are you doing, spying on me?"

"Hardly, but given your bedroom window is about ten feet from mine, it is hard not to see, or hear, you two."

I just stood there silently, my mouth agape, staring at her.

"Even though I think Jessie's a bitch, I must say it was kind of hot seeing you pound her from behind. Truth be told, I even masturbated watching you two. But don't get any ideas you pervert. I'm not going to fuck you too. She can have you."

I was shocked, both by her revelation of watching and masturbating and her totally casual way of talking about it, like it was an everyday affair, spoken of with so little emotion.

Her eyes were still swollen from her crying earlier, despite her lack of emotion. I decided to sit down next to her, dangling my own feet into the pool. I figured it best to ignore what she saw earlier, and instead asked her about the fight.

"Trying to change the subject?"

Chuckling, I said, "well, if you'd rather talk about sex, that's fine with me; I am a sexually depraved pervert after all."

"I didn't say depraved, just a pervert! Let's see, how old are you? 40? And she's what, 18 I hope for your sake. Yeah, what's 22 years between lovers?"

Alia looked up at me while she spoke, undoubtedly looking for some kind of response. I think I could begin to see why Kathleen reverted to yelling, Alia certainly had her way of evoking a response. It actually didn't faze me at all; I was bemused by her revelation and attitude.

"I'm 42, so it would be 24 years, but, hey, who's counting."

"You're 42? Hmmm, not bad."

"Excuse me?"

"Well you fucked her twice; I assume you came both times. Then she sucked you off in the pool. Three orgasms in one afternoon, not bad for an old man."

I just cracked up laughing, which finally elicited some type of response from Alia as she began to smile.

"And may I ask how many times you came watching us?"

Now it was Alia's turn to start laughing.

"Don't even go there pervert."

"Nice to see you laugh, you have a beautiful smile."

"Oh, now trying another tactic, are you? I told you, it ain't going to work on me."

"No, I'm serious. You should try smiling more often."

"Well, if the world wasn't so cruel, perhaps I would. Seems like the gods have it out for me, taking away my mother and replacing her with that bitch. Then fucking me in school, where I can't even get into the class I need to get the fuck out of this place; then giving me some shithead of a boyfriend who can't keep his cock in his pants. Yeah, give me a reason to smile."

"So you weren't smiling and enjoying yourself when you were watching Jessie and me earlier?"

"Shut up pervert. I wouldn't have been watching you if you weren't such an exhibitionist leaving your curtains open."

"Hey, you could have closed yours. And look who's the pervert – who masturbated while watching others have sex?"

"Fuck, we all have our needs and since my boyfriend is no more, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! Besides, had you known you probably would have gotten off even more. Who knows, maybe you would have even cum a fourth time!"

"Well, if I had the opportunity of watching you masturbate, I'm sure I would have."

"I told you, don't bother trying. I'm not ..."

"I'm not trying. Trust me."

"What, my tits aren't big enough for you? That's why you like Jessie so much. You probably stare at Kathleen's too. She's got some big nasty tits for you. Now there is the epitome of a skank! All she has to do is shake them a bit and every guy trips over their tongues. That's how she snared my dad, just showed him her tits and he was like a baby in her arms. The bitch has got him wrapped around her little pinky."

Alia started crying again. I just let her cry. It seemed she had a few issues to process.

"Look, Alia, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Between her cries, she managed to say, "it's cool ... it's not you. Shit," she said, heaving a big sigh, "life is so unfair and fucked up sometimes. And right now I'm on the receiving end. Look I'm sorry for coming into your yard. As I said, until you moved in this was my space to escape the insanity over there," tilting her head towards her house.

"It's cool, no crime. Feel free to come over whenever you need the space."

"Just hopefully when you aren't skinny dipping with that skank!" Alia said, laughing.

"Look, I'm going to be honest with you. It is a weird situation, but Jessie isn't a skank, whatever that may be to begin with, and I would appreciate it if you didn't call her that."

Alia stared at me, assessing my seriousness, and seeming to process what she herself was doing.

"Your right, I'm sorry. She ain't no skank!" She said smiling. "Seems strange, here I am all into feminist politics reading what I can, and then go around putting down other girls. Isn't that what Kardoky called 'bargaining with patriarchy?"

"You've read Kardoky? I'm impressed."

"Yeah, well easy to read, not so easy to live."

"Nope, we all make our own history, but not by circumstances of our choosing!" 

"Oh, now you are dumping Marx on me, shame on you!"

"I hope all my students at the university are as well read as you."

"Don't count on it. All I can think about is getting into a college as far away from here."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Amherst! No question about it. They have this amazing documentary film program and plus Anna McCormick is there."

"Anna? You know her work?"

"You know here? I guess academia is a small world."

"You could say I know her – she's my ex-wife!"

Alia nearly fainted when I revealed that. She just sat there dumb-founded, her mouth agape staring at me. She finally found her senses and confessed how she recently read Anna's book that just came out last year on postcolonial feminism, particularly the struggles of women migrant laborers around the world and their various attempts to organize and fight for their rights and against such things as exploitation and trafficking. She actually did a lot of research on human trafficking, but her first book focused more on migration and she was furiously writing her second. 

Alia was awe struck, but amazingly well informed about the issues and knew all of Anna's writings. I asked if she had been in touch with her at all and she said no, what professor would be interested in a junior in high school – unless it was a "he" who wanted to bed her, she chided me.

"I don't go after juniors, just seniors!" I joked back with her.

"You really are a pervert. No wonder Anna dumped you!"

"Don't go into things you know nothing about," I said sharply.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. Honestly, I was just joking."

"So, how did you get so much into voyeurism?" I asked, changing the subject back to something more enticing.

"To be honest, at parties. Watching my friends make-out and fuck. I almost preferred watching them then making out with my own boyfriend. Guess that is why he started putting his dick where he should not of. I even talked my girlfriend into letting me hide in her closet when she brought her boyfriend over to fuck. It's addictive."

"Intriguing! Do you get off in the same way watching porn or you ..."

"No way. Porn is so fake. I like it real, live action!"

"How many times have you watched me?"

"Today was just the second time. Though I'm guessing you two have been fucking a few times. You seemed pretty comfortable with each other. I must say, she is kind of cute even if a bit of a tease. Particularly when she is cumming! No wonder you like fucking her. Though to be honest I was guessing she's been fucking a lot of guys – power to her!"

"Actually, if you want to know the truth, I was her first. Since we first had sex I don't know if she was with other guys, but given we only had sex the first time three weeks ago, I doubt she has slept with as many guys as you imagine. Just because a girl teases and accentuates her sexuality doesn't make her a skank."

"I know, I know! I'm sorry, Ok. I'm not usually that kind to judge others like that. As long as she remains in control of her sexuality and uses it for her own pleasure, power to her. I could care less if she fucked different guys every night, if that is what she gets off on, that's her business. Though, I'm bound to think that most girls who are that open don't do it for their own pleasure, but usually for some fucked up logic that is a 'bargain with patriarchy.'" With that she gave me a knowing smile.

I just sat in silence, staring at her, deeply impressed with her take on the world.

"What, didn't think some young teen girl knew how to read and think?"

"No, I know better than that; but it is always a pleasure to meet someone who actually enjoys reading boorish academic writing!"

"Yeah, there is a lot of crap out there!"

"So, back to your own voyeuristic perversions," I said, giving her a false dirty grin. "Are you into exhibitionism too, or just like watching?"

"I told you not to go there, pervert! For now, I'm just a voyeur. You'll have to go elsewhere to get your rocks off. Hell, maybe Jessie can give you a show."

We both were laughing, enjoying joking and chiding with one another.

"Wasn't looking for a show, just curious to know more about your own perversions. So, when you masturbate, you use a dildo, vibrator, your fingers? What's your preferred method?"

"You sure do like to pry into a girl's private affairs, don't you?"

"Hey, I'm a sociologist, consider it professional curiosity!" I said, giving her another big ole fake grin.

"A sociologist who studies teen girl masturbation practices? I sure as hell hope the government is funding you for that!"

I cracked up laughing.

We went on chatting, interweaving my research on globalization and urbanism with feminist theory and enticing doses of sex talk. Eventually she admitted it was time for her to go and only then did I realize that we had just spent three hours chatting! For whatever reason she insisted on giving me her phone number and I gave her a miss-call in return so she had mine; I couldn't imagine ever calling her up, but it would appear she had greater foresight than I.

I noticed when she went out my gate that she actually climbed back into her bedroom through her window. It was apparent that her parents assumed she had been in her room the whole night and not dangling her feet in the pool of the pervert next door talking about her masturbation preferences and propensity to get off while watching others have sex.

Given it was rapidly approaching midnight and my long afternoon tryst with Jessie, the exhaustion set in quickly and I found myself in bed sound asleep. The next morning, well rested, I got back to my writing, but could not shake the thought of Alia spying on me from her window having sex with Jessie. I found myself getting hard, not so much at the thought of fucking Jessie, but of Alia masturbating. Maybe she was right, I was becoming a pervert!

My mind kept racing through scenarios, and I couldn't help but push the situation and see how it unfolded. I immediately called Jessie and asked if she and Aurora could come over that afternoon. Jessie just laughed, asking if my three orgasms yesterday weren't enough. I told her I just wanted to see them as much as I could before she left for the summer.

Ten minutes later Jessie texted me that I could pick them up at our usual spot at four. I then texted Alia:

"Double matinee, starting about 4:30"

"dble matinee???" She replied.

"no tickets necessary, cum prepared!" 

"LMAO! should i make popcorn?"

"whatever gets you off, popcorn, dildos, butterfingers"

"pervert!"

"hope to 'see' you there!"

"now im curious, dbl matinee, hmmmm"

Rather than reply back, I let it drop; let her try and guess what it might mean. 




Moving On Ch. 02



For the next several weeks, Chloe spent a lot of time catching up with old friends, including Jamie. They chatted on the phone and hung out like old times. She was so comfortable with him but unnerved at the same time. It was apparent she felt a physical attraction and really enjoyed his company but she'd never been one to act on her impulses and she knew a lot of friendships that had been killed by intimate involvement.

The picture shifted, during a hike late one afternoon. She and Jamie had been out hiking most days, watching movies at his place and going to dinner and parties; but not once did he seem interested in more than being friends. As they topped the ridge and looked out at the rolling hills of red, orange and yellow, she turned to say something and he leaned forward and planted a quick kiss on her mouth. The silence that followed was awkward. For moments they just stood there; she not knowing what to say and him not knowing what he hoped she would say or do. He just knew the urge to kiss her had been overwhelming him for weeks. " Okay, well, I guess we should start back before it gets dark," he said.

"Yeah, I guess so."

The walk down was quiet but they both felt like they were carrying a heavy weight on their shoulders as they made their way down. When they reached their cars, she quickly said goodbye and left. He stood and watched her go, wondering what he had just done. 

A week went by and she could not get the kiss out of her head but, at the same time, did not know what to say to him so she kept herself busy with work. Saturday night came, the cold of winter creeping in and she was getting ready to go to Kimberly's house for a party. Her heart wasn't really in it and she was sad to think she had left her old life behind and thought she was making progress; now this. Were she and Jamie still friends? Why did he kiss her...then act as though he wasn't sure he should have? Well, enough of that, she thought, I'll go for an hour or so then come home. 

The party was in full swing by the time she got there. She had pulled her ebony curls up into a clip, leaving the tendrils hanging over like a fountain. The jeans she wore hugged her hips and the black tank top with the cinched over shirt showed off her voluptuous breasts. She caught the attention of several men when she walked in the door but didn't seem to notice the stares.

She walked to the bar to get a glass of wine, stopping to chat with people along the way. As she chatted, she kept her eye out for Jamie but didn't see him anywhere. She did her best to shrug it off and enjoyed several glasses of wine, as she mingled. It wasn't long before she needed to find her way to the bathroom. As she was coming out, she saw Jamie standing at the end of the hall.

"Chloe, can we talk?" he asked.

"Sure, I guess."

He took her hand and led her into Kim's guest bedroom. He didn't bother turning on the light and when the door was shut, he turned to her, took her face in his hands and kissed her so gently she almost believed she dreamed it.

"That, is how I should have kissed you the other day on the ridge."

"I don't understand. Why did you kiss me then and now?" She asked.

"Because I have wanted to kiss you since the day I saw you at the grocery store. The more time I spent with you the more I wanted to kiss you. On the ridge, I kissed you before I could chicken out." He laughed.

"And tonight?" she asked

"I wanted to kiss you the way you deserved to be kissed and the way I wanted to kiss you."

She sighed and he took a step back, thinking he had really messed up.

"Do you know how much I've wanted you to kiss me all these weeks?"

He smiled and looked down at her. Taking the clip out of her hair, letting her hair dance onto her shoulders, he pulled her closer, leaned down and kissed her with more passion.

As he slowly moved his face away from hers, he said, "Baby, I've wanted to do a hell of a lot more than kiss you all these weeks."



Moving On Ch. 02



The drapes billowed gently as the warm breeze flowed through the window into the candlelit room. The sound of soft jazz filled the air, perforated by the telltale gulps and slurps of an exquisite blowjob.

James' eyes were boring their way into the ceiling as he felt his thoughts and inhibitions being sucked out of him through his penis. It was as though all of his nerve endings had been transferred to his genitals, and each one had an electric current running through it. He moaned involuntarily. 

Looking down, James saw a familiar brunette head bobbing backwards and forwards on his manhood. Mouth and hand moving in perfect sync, the candlelight glistened off his rock hard cock in between mouthfuls. 

Sensing his gaze, she quickened her motion, using her free hand to massage his testes as she took him deeper into her throat. Deeper and deeper she went, her lips covering more and more ground. Feeling his knees starting to buckle, he knew he was close. She must have sensed it too, removing him from her throat just as the first rope of cum was unleashed from what felt like his very soul.

"Mmmmmm" Danielle purred as she licked his cum from her lips. Looking James in the eye, she extended her tongue to lick the last drop waiting to fall from his deflating cock. "Thanks for the cocktail"

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James awoke with a start. Scanning his surroundings, he was initially unsure as to where he was. Memories started returning as he felt the duvet rise underneath him. "Good morning," Charlotte grinned as she wiped a droplet of cum from her chin. She slithered her way up his torso and kissed him, leaving a salty taste on his lips.

James made a mental note to use twice the mouthwash when he got home. "Good morning."

She grinned as she rolled over him and onto the bed. "I was wanting to wake you up for another round until I noticed you were ready to go already" she said, motioning to the slowly decreasing tent under her duvet. "That must have been some dream!"

"Yeah, it was something alright" James admitted. A vision of his Danielle licking his cum from her lips sending a shiver of excitement down his spine. "What time is it?"

"About 9" she replied, looking at the clock on the wall. "What time do you start today?"

"Ten", he grumbled. He could think of nowhere he wanted to be less than at work at that exact moment. He turned to get out of bed.

"So who is Danielle, then?" Charlotte asked as he got to his feet. He froze mid-step

"Huh?"

"While I was emm... waking you up, you were moaning her name. Anyone important?"

He was caught a little off guard. His dream had been so vivid. It stood to reason that he might have gotten a little carried away. "No-one" he responded, "Just someone I met the other day."

"She must have left some impression to get a response like that!" she laughed as she looked down at his semi. "You were rock hard by the time I got my hands on you"

He blushed slightly at her abruptness. "Sorry about that. It can't have been very reassuring to hear following the night we've just had."

"I'll not lie, it caught me by surprise," she said. "But I'm not so naive to think that I'd be entrenched in your subconscious after one night of, admittedly, amazing fucking." She grinned as she saw the blush running to his cheeks. "Listen, I don't really care if you're pining for someone else. That's not what this was about. I needed a work out. After seeing you on the bike yesterday, I figured you'd be a pretty enjoyable one. I was pretty fucking right!!"

They laughed.

It was a strange situation for James. He'd never called out another girl's name in bed before, and he'd certainly never been with a girl that was this ok with the idea of him fantasising about someone else. 

"Something you said yesterday did intrigue me though," she stated. "You said you and Julie were fuck buddies, not really together, but you got upset when you found out she was sleeping around. Why was that?"

He thought about it for a second. "I don't really know. I guess I was just upset at the idea of her going behind my back. If she told me that she wanted to see other people, I don't think I'd have been as upset. Fucking my friends at the same time, though, always going to be a deal breaker for me."

"Yeah, I guess I can understand that that."

"You sure this is something you want" James' curiosity was peaking. "Last time didn't end very well"

"Maybe I am. What do you think? Reckon that's something you can handle?"

"Fuck yes, that's something I can handle!" James replied, grabbing a breast and giving it a firm squeeze. "I hope that yoga mat's washable?"

*****************

James grabbed a quick shower and grabbed his gear, giving Charlotte a quick slap on the bottom as he passed her on the way towards the front door. Judging by her shock and sudden blushing, he'd have fun with that next time she had an itch that needed scratching.

Rummaging through his bag for his bike lock keys, James came across a small red card in his work trousers. Pulling it out, he scanned Danielle's business card as the mental image of her head wrapped around his cock flashed through his mind. This was going to be an interesting day.

******************

Work started like any other day. Arriving at the restaurant, he went straight to the bathroom to clean himself up. He was used to washing the sweat from a hard ride off him and freshening up for a shift, but today the smell of sweat was replaced by something much sweeter. He smiled as the recognition hit.

The morning shift went by pretty quickly, a handful of customers coming in for a quick bite to eat during their lunch hour. By 2pm, he was rummaging through his pockets for Danielle's card. Dialling the number, he felt his heart rate start to quicken. What was he going to say? What is she interested in? His menu? His skills? Him? He wanted answers to all these questions and more. 

The number kept ringing. Would anyone pick up? His mind was racing. Why was he so nervous?

"Good Afternoon DDDesigns, Angela speaking, how can I help?"

"Hi, I was asked to contact Miss Davis." James replied, his palms getting sweatier.

"And who can I say is calling?"

"James Sharp" he replied. 'Shit!', he thought, 'she doesn't know my name!' He hesitated. "From Giorgios" 'Bumbling idiot!!'

"Ok Mr Sharp, I'll see if Miss Davis is available." 'MISS Davis? Not MRS Davis?' Things were looking up!

A shrill beep, followed by an intermittent humming told James that he was on hold. This was it. 

"Hello, this is Danielle, how can I help?" cried the voice of an angel.

"..."

"Hello? Hello?... Anybody there?" he heard muffled calls to her receptionist. What was he doing? 'Talk to the woman! Idiot!'

"Hello, Miss Davis?" he finally managed to form words. 'Well done Idiot, now keep going'

"This is she. How can I help?" 

"Hi, I don't know if you remember me from Giorgio's last night..."

"Ah, the barista!!" she exclaimed "I was hoping you would call!"

Hoping he would call? She IS interested in him. 'YES!!' His heart was soaring. Visions of candlelit blowjobs and cum covered lips started flying though his mind.

Regaining control, his brain started to kick back in. 'Easy now casanova'. "Yeah, sorry it took so long to call. I didn't want to sound too eager and the morning shift has just finished here at Giorgios." 'Stop rambling!' "Your note certainly got my attention, Miss Davis."

"Oh yes?" she said coyly. "How so?"

"Well its not everyday that a beautiful woman leaves you her business card." 'Too much? No. Too Cheesy! Idiot'

"..." She paused. 'Fuck! Definitely too much! She's just not that into you bro!' "That's very kind of you to say, Mr Sharp. Your menu gave me plenty to think about."

The menu? She was interested in the menu! Not him! The candles were starting to dim. "Thank you Miss Davis" his head was trying to steady the ship. "That means a lot coming from the director of a graphical design firm."

"You're very welcome. I'm a designer myself first, director second. I'd like to think that I can appreciate talent when I see it. And please, call me Dani." 

Talent? The blowjob from heaven was starting to seem like a distant memory but this may not end in total disaster. "That's very kind of you to say Miss err, Dani." 'Smooth!' "Please, call me James." 

"Well James, the reason I left you my card is that I may be looking for someone to fill a position I have vacant at present." James fought to keep his dirty mind in check. Oh, if only she knew how much he wanted to occupy her vacant positions. "The role includes the planning, creating, and updating of various point of sale and marketing materials for a number of our clients. Ideally, we want someone to combine and strengthen the team of designers I have here at DDDesigns. From your menu, I think you have the potential to join us."

Now it was turn for James brain to start soaring. 'She's offering you a job! A REAL job! At a REAL firm! FINALLY!!' "Wow, Miss Davis..."

"Dani, please."

"Er, sorry, Dani. Thank you very much for the kind offer. It sounds right up my street. I have a quick question though, if you wouldn't mind humouring me a little?" 

"Of course, I realise how vague this must seem, being thrust at you out of the blue" Hearing her say 'thrust' sent a lightening bolt down his spine. The candles were rekindling. "Ask away?"

"Well, to be perfectly frank, the first thing that jumped into my head," (other than a string of overly excited expletives that he probably shouldn't mention in front of a prospective employer) "was that I'm not qualified enough for this position. This would be my first design job since uni." 

"That's fine James, we're not looking for some hot shot designer who's worked for Tom, Dick and Harry and got himself a God complex along the way. We're, no, I'M, looking for someone with fresh ideas, a clear eye for design, attention to detail, and a positive attitude. I could tell from chatting to you for just a couple of minutes that you had all of the above, and the fact that you make a kick ass cocktail is going to make you a massive hit with the girls here!"

"Ok, you sound pretty convinced?" he said nervously

"I am." She replied. "But if it would put your mind at ease, I'd be happy to interview you and take a look at your portfolio if you have one?" Portfolio? Shit! "When do you think you could pop on down to the office?"

James mentally brought up his rota for the week. The only half day he had left was tomorrow. Was that too soon? 'Fuck it! It's not too soon! She wants YOU remember!' "How does tomorrow sound? Say 2pm?"

He could hear a flurry of typing and clicks as she checked her schedule. "That sounds perfect! I look forward to seeing you then James."

"Great, thank you so much Dani. See you tomorrow at 2." She hung up.

James stood with the phone to his ear for what felt like the next 5 minutes. He had practically been handed his dream job by, literally, the woman of his dreams. He was dumbfounded.

The rest of the day flew past in a daze as James tried to piece together what he would put in his portfolio. He had loads of different designs and creations from uni and a few things here and there that he'd created for George for a little extra in his pay packet at the end of the week. He mentally picked out the bits and pieces that he needed. By the time he got home, he was exhausted. A deep sleep took him.

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James awoke with a start. Looking around his room to find any indication of the time, he noticed he was pitching a tent in his duvet again. He had been dreaming about Dani again. Candles, blowjobs and billowing drapes were flashing in focal point of his subconscious.

He eventually located his alarm clock, hidden underneath an errantly thrown T-shirt. 10am. He was afraid that following the 'exertions' of the past 48 hours, he might have overslept. Luckily, being awake now gave him plenty time to get his shit together for the interview. It was a good start. Hearing the rain clatter against his windows, he got the feeling he would need all the good luck he could get today.

He got up and went for the shower. He had been so exhausted by the time he got home that he had barely enough energy to take his cycling gear off, let alone shower. Scrubbing himself clean, he spent a little longer than usual making himself look presentable in the bathroom mirror.

The doorbell rang.

James looked at the phantom watch on his right wrist, the invisible one that he consulted daily without ever meaning to. 'Who the hell can that be?' He wasn't expecting anybody. Still dressed in a towel, he opened the door to the last person in the world he wanted to see today.

"What are you doing here, Julie?' he sighed. His ex stood drenched in front of him with a sad look on her face, this wasn't going to be good.

She was dressed in jeans and a purposefully chosen low-cut pink tank top that magically drew the eye to her best assets. Despite all her faults, James had to admit, Julie had the finest pair of tits he'd ever seen. The worst part was she knew it. When wet, the tank top clung to her chest like cling film. Bitch!

Her eyes drifted down to the towel. "I wanted to see you."

"So you thought you'd just turn up unannounced? Why now? We haven't seen each other in months!"

"I don't like how things ended between us. I want to mend some fences." she said looking down at the floor, if she could see it beneath her chest. "I'm moving to the states in 3 weeks and I don't want to leave without making things right."

"You slept with at least THREE of my best mates behind my back! How did you think it was going to end?!" He vented.

"But we weren't together! We never said we were going to be exclusive!" she pleaded. "Why has this got you so worked up?"

"I have had a long time to think about this." He stated firmly. "I wouldn't have been that upset if it had been anyone else! But the fact that you were with 3 of the closest people in the world to me, instead of me, and then tried to cover it up, tells me you knew that it would hurt me, and you did it anyway. Why should I waste my time with someone who would treat me like that"

He was done with this conversation. He began to close the door.

Julie's foot blocked the door from closing. "What do I have to do to get you to forgive me?"

"Leave!"

"Not until you talk to me!" She removed her foot from the door and stood back, arms crossed, the rain pouring down al over her.

His shoulders slumped. He knew he couldn't just shut the door on her. Resigned, he opened the door further and motioned for her to come in. The corners of her lips began to curve upwards. Bitch!

Walking past him, Julie headed straight for James' bedroom and sat herself down on the bed. "Have you got another towel? Preferably a clean one?" trying to make fun of the perpetual mess that was his room.

He sighed. "Hang on, I'll go get you a fresh one."

James headed for the airing cupboard by the bathroom and grabbed the last clean towel. Thank God for small miracles, he thought. Heading back to his room, he got to the doorframe and paused. Julie was standing, facing away from him, with her hands on her hips. Slowly, she peeled the sodden tank top up and over her head, taking a particularly long time to pull it over her breasts. James could see only the silhouette of her beautiful sensual body. He had almost forgotten how sexy she could be.

Julie had never been the prettiest of girls, but 1 minute in her company and most men were smitten. She was really easy going (focus on the 'easy') and was always a good laugh. She was dirty minded, perhaps more so than James, which strangely added to her allure. She oozed sexuality, sensuality, and above all, confidence. Something told James that it wasn't an accident that she had picked that exact time to undress. Bitch!

She turned to face him. Sad eyes now turned decidedly more mischievous. "Are you going to pass me that towel or are you just going to stand there and gawp all day?"

James felt his loins betray him. His cock began to stir. She wouldn't fail to notice. Turning away from her towards the wardrobe, he reached in and retrieved an old shirt and threw it over towards the bed. "Here, put this on."

Turning back to face her, James was now greeted with the sight of Julie bending over to remove her jeans, giving him an eyeful of her round arse. She had ignored his request to put the shirt on, and now stood in front of him, soaked to the skin, in just her bra and panties. His cock rose further again. Bitch!

Trying to occupy himself, James started gathering the clothes he was going to wear for the interview, hanging them on the wardrobe. Hearing her grab the towel, James waited a moment to allow her to cover herself up before heading to grab his boxers from the bed. If he could just get dressed, the danger would be over.

All such thoughts evaporated into thin air when he turned around. Julie was standing completely naked, miraculously, still soaking wet despite the towel being in her hand. The water glistened as it ran down her breasts slowly. James had never been jealous of water, but he was starting to realise that there was a first time for everything!

Julie's mischievous smile had vanished, replaced by something else, something that James had not seen since the first time he'd taken her to bed. Hunger. She wanted him bad. And something told him that he was not going to win a battle of wills with her, not when his body had defected to the other side of the battlefield.

She closed the gap between them and sensually kissed him, pressing her wet body against his. He could feel her nipples harden as they grazed his chest. She grabbed his right hand and placed it on her rear, squeezing it, giving him directions. He obeyed.

Her left hand went for the towel, deftly loosening it and letting it drop to the floor. James cock sprang out of its confinement. 'Traitor!' Raising an eyebrow, she grinned as she slowly dropped to her knees, trailing kisses down his chest. When she was level with her target, she looked up and looked eyes with her prey. Taunting him. Showing him who was in charge. Her eyes didn't flicker as she took James' hard cock in her mouth.

She licked his cock from balls to tip in one elongated show of strength. Emphasising an "Mmmmmm" as she tantalised his most sensitive areas. She was a master. Eye contact still piercing. She could feel the shivers running through him.

She slowly sat back and gazed upon her prize, holding it one handed at the base, as if she were measuring it up for something. Flicking a grin in James' direction, she lunged her mouth at his penis, taking in as much of it as she dared.

He could feel the back of her throat on his bellend. Years of being a smoker had left her throat raw, but the feeling on a hard, sensitive cock was outstanding. Pushing harder, she was trying to force James further down her neck, her tongue massaging his shaft. James closed his eyes as the pleasure grew more intense.

The candles burned brightly as his subconscious took over and the vision of Dani took shape before him, plunging down on his rod with more vigour than in previous dreams. A devilish glint in her eyes as she sent more lightening bolts of pleasure to his brain.

He felt the slight pinch of teeth on his helmet, the pain contrasting nicely with the pleasure being forced upon him. Dani had certainly upped her game from yesterday! Feeling a hand on his wrist. James opened his eyes to see Julie placing his hand upon the back of her head. She was really going all out! A look of determination crossed her face as she started working his cock again, this time inviting James to control the motion. Taking her by surprise, James got a tight grip of her auburn hair and thrust into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes shot wide open, locking her gaze with James again. He continued to fuck her mouth until she started to gag. With one last effort, he thrust into her and held his position for a few seconds, seeing the panic in her eyes as she started to choke on his cock. Her throat began to contract on the end of his rod. He would have to try that one again.




Moving On Ch. 02



Releasing her, Julie shot backwards, gasping. "You prick! That was... so fricking hot!" She jumped to her feet and took his mouth in hers, her tongue forcefully engaging his.

Releasing him, she turned to walk to the bed. wiggling her ass as she went. He caught up to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. His left hand reached for one of her perfect breasts while his right searched for more tropical climates. Arriving at her crotch, he ran his hand through her pubic hair before applying pressure with his fingers.

Her back arched as James' hands explored her for the first time in what felt like forever. Her rear grinding against his crotch as he nuzzled at her neck. She groaned in pleasure as James took his time. He reached deeper with his right hand, massaging her labia with his fingers whilst rubbing his thumb over her clit. Her breathing started to get heavier. Inserting an exploratory finger, he felt her legs lock together, trying to repel the invader. He withdrew his hand until his index finger lay just above her exposed clit. He began to massage it, beginning slowly but picking up the pace. He pinched a nipple between his thumb and fore finger on the other hand. She squealed.

Julie started trying to draw him onto the bed but James held her firm. Increasing the intensity of his actions, he drew more groans and grunts from her as her knees began to weaken. He pressed home the advantage. increasing the speed of his finger on her clit while holding her upright with his left hand. Leaning into her ear, James breathed "I'm going to bend you over and fuck you now, you little slut!"

The effect was instantaneous. Her knees buckled. Her whole body tensed up and she howled at the ceiling. Releasing her pussy, He raised his index finger to her mouth, inviting her to lick it. She happily used her talented tongue to wipe away her juices.

True to his word, James put one hand on her hip and forcibly bent her over his bed. She widened her stance, expecting an intrusion, but he was going to toy with her a little more first. Kneeling down, he lightly grazed his tongue across her fleshy opening, eliciting a trembling moan from somewhere in front of him. His tongue carried on northwards, crossing the divide that used to separate right from very wrong! She'd never let him get this far before. He felt her tensing as his tongue began to circle her last taboo.

Julie had always been the experimental one of the pair when they were together. First to suggest dogging. First to bring home handcuffs. She even flirted with the idea of a threesome with her friend Camille. They had shared a man before but had fallen out over it and were a bit dubious about trying it again (James was devastated at the time). However, no matter how many times he suggested it, she wanted nothing to do with anal. Not even so much as a finger ever got close. He was going to test the waters one last time. 

He could feel her goosebumps forming as his tongue began circling her puckered asshole. He grabbed a buttock with each hand and started to knead them, spreading them apart to grant him better access. Her moans started to gather pace. After leaving a string of saliva to dribble down her crack, he returned his attentions to her pussy. Spreading her globes, he pushed his tongue as far into her as he could reach and started to lick. Julie's head was now on the mattress, looking back at him through the gap in her pendulum-esque breasts. He started to suck on her labia, pulling them, nibbling them, licking them. Each touch seemed to send sparks.

"Please James, fuck me!" she pleaded.

"Is that what you want?"

"YES!!" she screamed "Take me! Fuck the shit out of me James!"

Hearing her like this turned him on massively. "Alright then, but remember, you asked for it"

Standing up again, he grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. He thrust into her, bringing a loud grunt from his guest. Backing out slowly until he was almost out of her. He thrust again with all his might. This process continued, each thrust getting harder, the slap of skin on skin getting louder. Her magnificent tits swinging under her faster and faster. 

"Yes, Baby! That's it, harder! Fuck me! Fuck me! YES!" She was nearing the edge. He pulled out of her. Using his left hand he held her arms behind her back. With his right, he prepared for his next goal. Nudging the tip of his cock against the entrance to his target, he felt light resistance as she tensed her arms against his grip. She said nothing. He continued. He released another glob of saliva down her crack, using his cock to spread it around her sphincter. He began to push.

Her arms tensed again, but yet she still said nothing. Was she ok with this? Was he crossing a line? If he was, did she deserve it? He pressed on. With a gentle shove, his helmet disappeared inside her. She gasped. He pushed further. He felt her leg muscles spasm against him as he ventured deeper. He kept going until he felt like he could go no further. Pausing, he looked for signs he was going against her will. No response. He pulled back out of her relishing the feel of her tight sphincter on his cock. Gently, he began to establish a rhythm. He could tell from her laboured breaths that she was still trying to work out if she was enjoying it.

He reached around her and placed his fingers on her clit. She bucked, the instant he made contact. He smiled.

Releasing her arms, she leant further forward, resting her head and chest on the mattress. James continued his pace as he slowly fucked her ass, while his right hand applied light pressure to her clit, rubbing in concentric circles. Her head shot back. She gasped for air. She was starting to enjoy it. He upped the pace, gauging her reaction. He knew he was getting close. Her moans grew louder.

"Oh! Ooh! Baby keep going! That feels so good! I'm nearly there" she panted.

He wasn't far away, he knew what he wanted. Reaching forward, he grabbed her hair and puled her back. Her back arched, he reached around to grab a breast with his other hand as he started to pound her back door. Her breathing was ragged. The rain water replaced by sweat, saliva and other bodily fluids. He kept going. Faster. Harder. She screamed something indecipherable. He exploded into her in what felt like a shotgun round from his pump action penis. They tumbled to the bed.

Catching her breath, she cuddled into him. "Well that was new! I didn't think you had it in you"

"What do you mean?" he wasn't sure if he should be upset by that.

"Being so rough, grabbing my hair, bending me over, talking dirty to me? It was so different! I loved it!" She curled his chest hair around her finger

"Glad to hear it" he said calmly. "Now get out!"

Her face dropped. "What?"

"You heard me. You got what you wanted. Now I want you to leave. Don't bother me again." He sat up and grabbed a towel.

"You don't mean that James! We just had some of the best sex of our lives and now you never want to see me again? I don't buy it. What's going on?" She reached to place a hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it away.

"I'm going for another shower, I don't want you to still be here when I come out." he walked out of the room, leaving her on the bed, naked, sweaty, her mouth wide open. 

He knew she'd not leave without a fight, but he had the opportunity of a lifetime to prepare for and she had already delayed him. He was not going to let her ruin it. Not this. Not Dani! No matter how amazing her tits are. Or how great her arse felt wrapped around his dick. Or how horny he got in her presence. Fuck, he was getting hard again. She was a distraction. And today of all days, that would not do!

Cold shower it is!



Moving On Ch. 02



Needless to say, I could not concentrate the rest of the day. I fiddled about with some mindless work, did manage to take a nap, then spent a bit of time preparing my room. Just before I left to go pick up Jessie and Aurora I opened my curtains and window a little bit so that Alia could hear as well as see.

I couldn't sit around the house any more so went for a drive about thirty minutes prior to my appointed rendezvous with Jessie and Aurora. When four o'clock finally approached, driving down the street where I was to pick them up, I got an instant hard on seeing the two standing there. Fortunately, it was a quiet area where few others could actually see them. They were dressed to entice! Jessie was wearing the same tube top she wore the first day I met her, but this time with a mini-skirt and heeled sandals. Aurora wore a black push-up bra underneath a transparent blouse with only the two bottom buttons buttoned and tight short shorts. 

As I drove up, they teasingly put out their thumbs like they were hitchhiking. Rolling down the window as I approached, I asked "You ladies want a ride?"

"Would that be 'a' ride or 'to' ride?" Jessie replied seductively, barely able to contain her laughter.

"Guess it depends on where you want a ride to?"

"Never-never land, you pervert!" Jessie joked back as she jumped into the front seat and Aurora into the back. 

It had several weeks since I'd seen Aurora and must admit I missed her. Her Latina looks, smooth dark skin, black hair, and fiery eyes certainly made her a vision of erotic seduction. I knew I was in for a special treat this afternoon, as was Alia!

As she got in Jessie leaned over and we kissed, passionately; her tongue pushing my mouth open and exploring every crevice. After a moment of losing ourselves in the kiss, we heard Aurora "ahhem, excuse me there you sex crazed lovers, but are we going to go for that ride or not?"

Jessie broke the kiss laughing. I then looked back to Aurora who was sitting forward on the edge of the seat, leaning her head over the front seats. I couldn't resist and leaned towards her and we too started to kiss before Jessie inserted her own "ahhem". I somehow managed to situate myself back in my seat and drive us to my house. The girls were in particularly good moods, laughing and joking during the short ride.

Though extremely nervous prior to picking them up their erotic dress, their laughing and those two passionate kisses made me forget the hidden story of Alia and focus instead on the overt – having a wild sex party with these two 18-year old vixens. 

As we walked into the house from the garage I didn't waste any time. I reached my arms around both of them, pulling their nubile bodies into mine for a group hug. I leaned down and kissed Aurora first as my hand squeezed her ass as well as Jessie's. Breaking the kiss I then leaned over and kissed Jessie; both my hands massaging their respective asses. My hand was under Jessie's skirt and working my way under her panties when she playfully slapped my arm away, breaking the hug.

"Not so fast, naughty professor. I'm thirsty. You have any of that lemonade?"

I gave her a pout, but continued my grip around Aurora, who filled the void left by Jessie giving me a big hug and intentionally rubbing herself against my hardening cock. As Aurora stepped away, breaking our hug, I walked up behind Jessie and pulled her into me, kissing her neck. I reached around the front of her and quickly slid my hands up under her tube top to feel her luscious 36d tits. She giggled and tried to slap my hands away but I kept my grip, pushing my hard cock into her ass. She instinctively pushed back, rubbing her ass against my cock as I teased her nipples. After a moment she finally managed to escape my grip and replace her top.

I was panting as I poured us all something cold to drink and escorted them into the living room where I had laid out extra pillows earlier. I turned on some music that I had already inserted into the cd player prior to picking them up. I wanted to make it comfortable and inviting, but not too comfortable as I wanted the main action to be in the bedroom, in front of the window, with Alia watching from her own room across the way.

The girls were as ready to fool around as I was, not wasting any time gulping down their drinks. Jessie then positioned herself on my lap and we started kissing, her hands running over my cheeks, through my hair, and onto my chest. She slowly unbuttoned the Oxford I was wearing and slowly rolled her hips over my hard cock that she was sitting on top of. Aurora sat on the couch next to us and started to rub my chest as Jessie undid my shirt and then started to kiss my cheek, my neck and my ear, waiting her turn to kiss me on the lips. 

Breaking our kiss, Jessie slid down off my lap and started to kiss my chest as Aurora and I began French kissing. In that position it was difficult for my hands to roam too far, but I ran my fingers through Jessie's hair and over her back, while I ran my other hand, caught between our bodies, over Aurora's exposed leg, stretching my fingers as far as I could over her inner thighs.

Teasing my obvious hard-on tenting my shorts, Jessie joked "looks like someone is excited!"

Aurora then broke our kiss to join in the teasing, lowering her head for a closer inspection without touching me; one of them sliding their small hand up my inner thigh under my shorts, but not too far up.

After a minute of teasing me, both girls stood up, Aurora quickly removing the loose blouse she had been wearing, leaving her in her black bra.

In tune with the music both girls began swaying seductively right in front of me, running their hands over their luscious bodies, teasingly fondling their breasts. With a knowing look to one another they both commenced lifting their tops off, slowly, teasing me, doing a seductive striptease, turning their backs to me and covering their breasts again before letting them bounce free. I reached out a hand to both of them and they danced towards me, Aurora moving in, spreading my legs apart to give me a lap dance, completely unhooking and dropping her bra. Holding her breasts, she spun around gyrating her hips just above my achingly hard cock. 

Turning back around she fed me her breasts and I wildly sucked on one than another, all the while Jessie was holding my hand, rubbing it over her tits. I let my other hand roam over Aurora's ass, snaking a finger between her legs along her tight crotch. I could feel her muscles clamp as she rubbed her pussy against my finger. I then pulled my head out of Aurora's luscious tits and buried myself in Jessie's, who was then kneeling on the couch next to me.

After some time of sucking on both amazing sets of tits I managed to free myself and stand up, pulling Jessie up next to me. They both pulled my shirt down off my arms, tossing it onto the couch then once again we had a group hug, only this time all three of us were topless. It was a sensation beyond description having their two pairs of breasts pressed against my chest. Jessie's big and soft, Aurora's smaller and firm. They both had a hand on my cock, rubbing it through my shorts as I kissed each of them. 

I figured it was time to present to Alia the afternoon's 'double matinee'! Earlier, when I had driven up to the house I came from the opposite side as Alia's house, and quickly drove into the garage, hoping she did not see the two girls in the car. I wanted to surprise her as much as possible. As she didn't seem to know about my earlier encounter with Aurora, I'm sure walking into my bedroom with the two topless girls on my arms would offer her quite an unexpected show.

While my mind was focused on enjoying my time with Jessie and Aurora I couldn't help but choreograph our positions, to give Alia the best view possible. I liked to please my audience! When I first walked the girls into the room, I went straight to the bottom of the bed, standing directly in front of the window. Once again I drew the girls into me in a group hug, while I looked through the window to see if I could catch any sight of Alia in her room. With the glare of the sun I couldn't see much, but did notice that her curtains were open as was her window – which it wasn't prior to my departure to pick up the two girls. I knew she had to be in there.

With their backs to the window I passionately kissed each of them, gently massaging their asses as each of them rubbed my cock. I then backed us up and sat down on the foot of the bed, and started to suck on their tits, making sure that each stood to the side rather than directly in front of me, so that Alia could see me nibbling on their nipples. As I was sucking on Jessie's tits, Aurora freed herself and knelt down in front of me, spreading my knees apart. She rubbed my cock with both hands before undoing my shorts. I managed to lift my hips as she pulled my shorts and boxers down, my cock finally freed from its painful constraint.

Jessie then joined her on the floor and both girls went to town on my cock, trading off licking, sucking, kissing and nibbling me into a state of extreme arousal. Though the girls did their best of keeping me focused on the pleasure they were giving me, my mind kept racing back to Alia and when both girls were busy working my cock, I gave Alia a big smile and a wink.

Succumbing to the pleasure, I figured it was time to stop trying to stage a show for Alia and just let loose and lose myself in the unfolding orgy. I pulled the girls up off their knees and watched intently as Jessie removed her skirt and thong panty and Aurora somehow slid out of her ridiculously tight shorts. Both girls were freshly shaved as they proudly showed off their bald pussies. My cock throbbed at the glistening delight!

I scooted further up the bed and laying on my back beckoned Aurora to kneel over my face. Rubbing her fingers over and into her tight little pussy she slowly lowered herself onto my waiting mouth. I grabbed her ass with both hands and licked and sucked, burying my tongue into her pussy. Jessie wasn't about to sit around and watch; she immediately settled in rubbing and sucking my cock. After some minutes of licking Aurora I told her to spin around (she now would be facing the window!) and as I licked her pussy she also got to watch Jessie suck my cock. 

I managed to squeeze my hand between Aurora's legs and inserted a finger into her dripping wet pussy. She moaned and began instinctively to gyrate her hips, increasing the sensation of my finger fucking her. I slipped another finger in, then another. She was tight but with each insertion she moaned loudly, screaming out a few superlatives and bucked even harder against my hand. Her juices were dripping out of her pussy and running down my hand and I managed to lick what I could. After a few minutes I could tell Aurora was ready to climax; her moans increased and soon she was screaming as she came, my hand now drenched in her juices. 

After a few moments she rolled off of me and lay by my side, her head towards my feet, where Jessie continued to play with my cock. I then pulled Jessie up onto my body and we kissed as she rubbed her tits against my chest and her naked pussy against my cock. I rolled her onto her back and slid down her luscious body, sucking on her tits and nibbling on her pierced belly button before settling myself between her wide-spread legs. I wasted no time teasing her and just dove in, tongue first. Jessie gasped and moaned as I licked her hard and sucked on her hard little clit. Soon she was whimpering as she had her first orgasm of the evening.

Both girls soon returned their attention back to my cock, taking turns sucking on it and licking my shaft and sucking on my balls. I figured this would be a great view for Alia so I repositioned us, standing at the foot of the bed in front of the window as both girls, on their knees, sucked me. Needless to say it didn't take me long to cum – both from the amazing sensation of the girls' tongues, the view of them on their knees sucking me, and the thought of Alia just across the way, naked, masturbating with her favorite dildo watching the scene in front of her.

Just as I was about to cum I grabbed my cock and gave it a few quick jerks as I spurted my semen onto their faces and tits. I couldn't believe how much I came, it just kept spewing out. The girls were laughing in delight, seeing each other covered with my cum. I had to sit back down on the edge of the bed to catch my breath. 

What a sight! I managed to hit each of the girls on the face with globs dripping off on their tits. Somehow I managed to get more onto Jessie, her eyes shut, both covered in cum. I pulled them both up off the floor and standing up myself, I kissed them and licked my cum from their faces. Being caught up in the spirit of the moment, I teased Aurora to help me lick the cum off of Jessie – and she did! She first licked a glob off of Jessie's eye then she went for her tits. Jessie moaned wildly as Aurora and I gave her face and tits a tongue bath. My cock started to twitch and becoming semi-hard watching Aurora suck on Jessie's large tits.

As much as I wanted to see more action between the two, that was to be the extent of girl-girl action. But, hey, who was I to complain!

After a little cuddling and hand roaming I then pulled Jessie on top of me and she slid her pussy up and down over my hardening cock. After making it hard she then took it into her hand and slowly guided it into her pussy. We fucked in that position for some time, before I lifted her off of me and had her get on all fours – facing the window. I then took her from behind. As I was fucking her, Aurora made her way over to my side and we started to kiss and then she held her tits up for me to suck on. She whispered into my ear that she too needed to be fucked and how she wanted to feel my hard cock inside her tight teen pussy. Just listening to her sexy talk was almost enough to make me cum inside of Jessie! But I somehow managed to hold back my climaxing urges.

I then pulled them both to the side of the bed and had them lean over the bed, their feet on the floor, and their asses up in the air. I then stepped up to Aurora and shoved my cock into her waiting pussy. She screamed out in pleasure as I fucked her for the first time. After a few strokes I pulled out, despite her begging and stepped up behind Jessie and shoved my cock into her pussy. She was definitely tighter than Aurora and the sensation of my cock sliding in was unbelievable. After a few strokes I pulled out and switched back to fucking Aurora.

Back and forth I went, the pulling out and switching allowing me to last a lot longer than I normally would have had I just been fucking one of them. I teasingly slapped their asses as I fucked them and slowly became bolder and bolder, pressing a finger against their anuses as my cock slid rapidly in and out of their pussies, neither seemed to mind the additional sensation.

As I reentered Aurora she screamed out begging me to make her cum, to just finish her off, she couldn't take it any longer. I wasn't sure if I should oblige her or not, but as I slid my finger into her ass that is all it took. She started to buck and scream, her body pulsating with her orgasm. I continued to pound her hard and fingered her ass after she collapsed sending her into another screaming orgasm. Jessie laid on her side watching the spectacle of her friend being rocked out of this world. 

Once Aurora was done I stared down at Jessie raising my eyebrows, indicating it was now her turn. She took a deep breath, rolled back on her stomach and reached behind her opening up her pussy for me – she was more than ready. Once I got my cock slamming into her I then slid my finger into her ass and soon she too was moaning and whimpering into another orgasm. I also continued to fuck her less to make her cum again as to achieve my own orgasm, which didn't take long. 

I then collapsed on top of the two of them and somehow we found ourselves stretched out on the bed, each of them curled under my arm, their heads on my chest. Before dozing off I managed to look out the window, half expecting a clapping ovation, but I didn't catch eye of any movement in Alia's room. The light now allowed me a clearer view, but alas, I didn't see her.

After about thirty minutes we made our way into the bathroom to shower and once again was treated to another orgasm as Aurora sucked me while I fingered Jessie into her own mini-orgasm. After the shower I ordered us a few pizzas and we jumped into the pool, splashing around naked, the girls taking every opportunity to tease me. At least I remembered to pull on some shorts when the doorbell rang and was pleased to find yet another cute 20-something Latina delivering the pizzas. Not sure what she made of my wet body and obviously dry shorts or the noise the girls continued to make in the pool, but she seemed to give me a knowing smile, invoking me to give her a decent tip, in the hopes that she might deliver again next time I ordered a pizza!

The girls forced me to remove my shorts so that we could all sit around equally naked enjoying the pizzas. After eating we were back into the pool, fooling around in the shallow end. The girls did their best to make me hard again. It took some effort, but soon enough my cock kept twitching, getting harder and harder. I then slid up to Aurora and sat her on the edge of the pool. Standing in front of her at just the right height, I slid my cock into her pussy as she wrapped her legs around me. I then tried to lift her up and walk her into the pool while my cock was still inside her but slipped and I popped out of her. I then sat down on one of the pool steps and Aurora walked up and slid herself down on me; we were now fucking under water, making some impressive waves.

I wasn't sure I'd be able to cum again, but Aurora sure was ready. After some minutes of fucking she was biting my shoulder trying not to yell too loudly to disturb the neighbors as she came. I then noticed that Jessie had been sitting on the other side of the pool just watching us, with her fingers inside her pussy. As I sat Aurora back down into the water I swam over to Jessie lifting my head right up in front of her spread out legs. Without saying a thing she just reached down and pulled my head into her pussy. I lazily licked her, reaching up to gently massage her tits. 

As I was sucking on her all of a sudden Aurora yelled out, "of fuck! There are three missed calls from my mom. She's going to kill me! Shit!"

Needless to say that ruined the moment. Jessie lifted my head up and kissed me, first licking her juices off of my lips before inserting her tongue into my mouth. I leant down and sucked on her tits while Aurora tried to figure out something to tell her mom as she called her. Even from my state of preoccupation with Jessie's tits I could hear the yelling, making Aurora fall silent. I knew our night had come to an end.

Indeed, as Jessie informed me as we were getting dressed, it wasn't just the night, but our summer fling too had come to an end. She was moving out of her mom's place to her dad's in three days! I couldn't believe it, yet certainly couldn't complain either. It was now nearly nine o'clock – I had just spent the better part of five hours fucking two very hot and sexy 18 year olds! Life was good!

I drove them to our usual drop off point around the corner from their homes and gave each of them deep kisses before saying our goodbyes. 

Driving back home I all of a sudden remembered Alia. Since Jessie informing me that that night was our last time together I had in fact forgotten about Alia and the double matinee she was treated to. I only hoped that she was able to attend and enjoyed the special show.

When I got home, sure enough, she was sitting in her usual spot, at the edge of my pool, her feet dangling in the water. She in fact did clap as I walked onto the back patio, inspiring me to give her a bow of appreciation. We both laughed.




Moving On Ch. 02



I went back inside, poured myself a glass of wine, and went over to sit next to her. 

"Not bad for an old man! Two teen girls, I'm impressed! I particularly liked the part where they licked your cum off of each other; I must admit, that sent me over the edge." Alia confessed this quite calmly, without further excitement, like she was telling me what she ate for dinner.

She went on to tell me about the different things she enjoyed, admitting that she didn't think she would allow anyone to slip a finger into her ass, or anything for that matter. She admitted to having two orgasms herself but certainly had enough visual stimulation to last a few weeks! When she told me that, she did at least manage to laugh.

Alia also overheard Jessie informing me that our sexual escapades were over. 

"Now you have to work hard to find me some more entertainment!"

"You are a tough audience, it might take some time. Besides, I must confess, this is not my usual behavior pattern. I'm not a skank!" I said, making a face at her, evoking another laugh from her. 

"Yeah, well, we'll see. Now that you know if you have others to consider rather than just yourself, I'm sure you'll find a way," she said, looking up at me with a sweet smile, batting her eyelids in a false display of innocence.

It indeed was going to be an interesting summer. If only I knew how interesting.

Several nights a week Alia ended up sitting by my pool side and we talked the night away, rarely about sex. I sensed that she even came over in the middle of the night when I was deep asleep, it seemed to be her place of reflection upon the world.

After two weeks, Alia came over on a Saturday afternoon, coming through the front door rather than her usual slipping in through the back gate. She explained that her father and step-mother were home and gave an excuse of returning a book she borrowed from me. She immediately began to harangue me for not providing her any entertainment; not even going out and trying (she seemed to watch my comings and goings quite closely!).

Alia then matter-of-factly informed me that I had a date that night. 

"Excuse me? A date? What are you talking about?"

"Well, since you aren't doing anything to improve your sex life, I took the initiative. Look, just meet her, if you hit it off bring her home and fuck her, if not, well and good."

"Alia, what are you talking about? I'm sorry, but that isn't the kind of person I am!"

She just stared at me, like who was I kidding. "I've been combing craigslist and found you a few women. One seems like a very suitable possibility. Her only drawback is that she is a little old for you – she is 32!" she said laughing. Ok, I had to admit, I started to laugh too.

"Look, is your computer on?" she asked.

We then sat down at my computer and she opened up an email account she had created just to solicit sex for me! She read the exchange of emails between Diana and her, posing as me. And showed me the pics she had sent. If they were real, not bad. But, how could I do something like this. I was a professor, I don't think it was proper for me to meet women like this. 

"So, you would pay an 18 year old high school student to show you her tits, but you won't meet an insurance agent for drinks? Yeah, where are your morals? Now, you are to meet her at 8, I thought it best to make it post-dinner – no need to waste time chatting non-sense. If all works out, you'll be back here by 10. Try not to be too late, I'm kind of tired tonight. But text me when you get the chance of how things are progressing."

Alia then left. I sat there dumbfounded. I now had a girl arranging my private life for her own entertainment. What sort of depraved state had I fallen to? Not too surprising I had a hard-on thinking about it all! What was it about Alia that I allowed her to so easily enter into my life? I could certainly see how she and her step-mother Kathleen clashed all the time – Alia had a way of manipulating things to her favor and undoubtedly both competed for her father's attention. 

What was I to do? As if I even allowed myself a second thought! What a bizarre and enticing situation I found myself in. I surrendered myself to Alia's desires.

Admittedly, Diana was not my kind of woman – except for breasts and long neck – there was little for me to connect with. She was very superficial, talking more about her shopping interests. Being new to the area, I listened in faux rapture to her explanation of the best places to shop for different items. I recognized immediately that she was the type of woman that liked to be appreciated for her knowledge and skills, rather than her looks (obviously a few too many men paid overt attention to her ample cleavage). I let her be my "guide" for the night explaining some of the best places around town for drinks and dancing and all sorts of amusements that I had little interest in.

I kept telling her how much I looked forward to exploring such places and hoped that she would introduce them to me personally. I have no idea what I was doing. I was never one to lie to a woman before just to try and bed her, abhorred the thought of being a "playa" yet here I was lying to her just to get her home, naked and sucking my cock in front of Alia.

She was obviously enticed by the fact that I was a professor and enthralled by the academic lifestyle even though she knew not the first thing about it. I told her a little about my research on globalization – just enough to explain the different cities I'd traveled to – Dubai, Singapore, Hong Kong. She was hooked, no doubt to the idea that a professor would actually be interested in her and listening to her own insights into the world. They were moronic and superficial at best, but I kept up the pretense and it worked.

After two hours I hinted at the idea of heading someplace quieter. Diana mentioned a wine bar she knew when I suggested a fine wine I had just purchased and my back patio, she immediately said yes. This was much too easy. Going to the men's room first I texted Alia that we were on our way. She replied back: "you skank! :D".

We never did make it to the back patio or even opened the wine. As soon as we walked in the door, I had her pinned against the wall kissing her passionately. She didn't expect it, but responded by rapidly trying to open my shirt and remove her own. With a few bumps along the way I got her into the bedroom where we both quickly stripped and fell back onto the bed kissing. She sucked me sloppily – Aurora was 100 times better – and I went down on her. She was trimmed, but still hairy, not the bald pussy I was used to! We fucked; first in missionary style than she on top. I managed to position us so that I was laying sideways across the bed, making sure Alia had a good view. 

Diana did have an amazing set of tits! I squeezed them, twisted her big nipples, sucked on them, nibbled them all the while she was bouncing up and down on my cock. While I enjoyed losing myself in Diana's tits, I did it more to hide my own look, no doubt "distant" as I was imagining Alia across the way, naked, fingering herself as she watched. 

The show didn't last long; soon I came thinking of Alia the whole time. Diana kept fucking me as I tried to stay focused and soon enough she too was coming. We collapsed onto the bed and I held her for a little while. She then untangled herself and took a shower then dressed, saying she preferred getting home so that her roommate wouldn't say anything. It was perfectly fine with me.

As soon as Diana left I put on some shorts and went out back – there was Alia waiting for me.

"Boring! Sorry about that, next time I promise to do better in finding you a more spirited lover! How were the drinks?"

"I survived, but I sure as hell hope she doesn't keep calling me. Particularly now that she even knows where I live. How am I suppose to deal with that? I'm not the wham-bam-thank-you-mam type. I'm not into this kind of dating in search of a hook-up. I think we need to find another Jessie!" I said laughing.

"We'll see, there are two others I'm chatting with, both younger, that might help. Let's see where they go."

We then spent another few hours talking about different kinds of women and what they were looking for. I completely forgot I was talking with a teenager, much wiser than her years.

There was still another month of summer before the new semester was to begin. Each weekend Alia set me up with another date, sometimes two. Most of them did not work out as planned, as few were willing to come home after the first date, and none were worth a second date. Though it was utterly out of character for me I must confess it was an intriguing and very educational summer.



Moving On Ch. 03



Chloe wasn't sure how she was supposed to respond. Before this moment, the only man she had been intimate with was her husband. But her mind was clouded with Jamie's smell; strong arms around her; and, the tingling every nerve in her body felt at this very moment. She could feel his hard-on pressing into her crotch and her breathing was becoming shallow at the thought of him inside her. And as he moved his hand from her cheek to her hair, grasping it gently but with such power, gently tipping her head so he could trail kisses down her neck to her cleavage, her breath caught and she knew nothing mattered but him, her and now.

His other hand trailed up her side as he sought her breasts and began rubbing her already hardened nipples with his thumb through her tank top. She felt like every sense in her body was lit up like Christmas; humming and burning under his touch. As she let out a gasp, he knew the point of no return had been passed. More! He wanted so much more; to feel and taste her skin, tease her hardened nipples with his tongue and feel her from the inside, but sensing that she had initially been apprehensive, he knew he had to keep it under control. Without breaking his momentum, he slid his arms around her waist and brought his mouth back to hers, as he walked her toward the bed.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, she was responding with as much intensity as he was. When they stopped next to the bed, Jamie untied her over shirt and slid it off her shoulders onto the floor. As he leaned forward, kissing each of her shoulders, he pulled the tank top from her waistband and pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra and her plump breasts, like scoops of ice cream, drew the heat of his mouth to their surface. Chloe arched her back, letting her head fall back as he attended to her responses. She moaned under her breath, trying to remain in control of her senses but his hands, rough with callouses, but gentle to the touch and hot mouth on her breasts were winning over her sanity. She could feel her panties damp against her crotch and couldn't stand the waiting any longer.

"Please, Jamie, oh God, please, I need you," she moaned breathlessly.

Without hesitation, Jamie laid her on the bed; unbuttoned and removed her pants and panties in one fell swoop. She laid back, closing her eyes, ready to feel his hands on her sex. As his hands glided up her thighs, she could feel the rush of heat at her core, waiting and wanting his touch so badly. But as she felt the heat of his tongue on her clit, her eyes flew open and she gasped. Her husband had never done more than touch her; was more of a "traditional" lover, for lack of a better term.

She spread her legs wider and thrust her hips toward his eager mouth. She wanted to feel his tongue everywhere. As he was kissing, licking and sucking her clit, he was running his finger from her slit all the way to her rosebud, sending an overload of sensations through her body and to her brain. There was no use holding back, as she started moaning louder, in appreciation of the overwhelming pleasure she felt coursing through her. When she thought the feeling couldn't get any better, Jamie hit an even sweeter spot with his tongue.

"Aohhh," she moaned, "right there, my God, don't stop."

Sensing her impending orgasm, he began sucking her clit as he rubbed his tongue over the sweet spot. She was moaning audibly and could barely contain the bucking of her body in reaction to the overpowering control he was having over her. Though she yearned for the sweet release cumming would bring, she wanted the delicious feelings coming over her to last forever. As the momentum built inside her, Jamie still rubbing her slit with his other hand smoothly slid two fingers into her aching pussy sending her completely over the edge. Bracing her feet on the bed, she thrust her hips forward, arched her back and yelled out as she had the most powerful, all-consuming orgasm of her life. And as she came down from the height of its impact, she had to have Jamie, all of him.

"Now, I need you now, please" she begged.

He needed no further invitation as he quickly shed his clothes and hovered over her. He slid in slowly, pushing the walls of her with his girth. She was so tight but her wetness made it feel like velvet wrapped around him. He pushed slowly in and out, inch by inch. She was moaning and writhing under him, wanting more and more. Begging for him to fill her but he didn't want to hurt her. As he was approaching halfway in, she brought her legs up, wrapped them around his waist pulling him all the way into her hot, waiting pussy. She let out a wail, that he thought for sure would bring party-goers but the music outside the door was pumping loudly. He began pumping in and out of her, keeping rhythm with the song. She met his tempo, thrusting up into him with all her might...she simply couldn't get enough of him.

They were both dripping with sweat, panting and moaning desperately climbing toward their release. She, experiencing sensations, feelings and the power of this man, like nothing she had ever before. He, frantic to feel her grow even tighter around his throbbing cock. He could feel himself getting so close but he didn't want to cum before she did and it was getting harder and harder. He could feel she was on the brink of a massive orgasm. She was so close, as she bucked against him frantically. Before she could protest, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach pulling her ass up to meet him. He grabbed her ass, pushing his thumb on her rosebud and moving it in circular motion as he thrust deep inside her. Letting out a sound somewhere between a scream and groan, she tensed up and had a massive orgasm, her cunt tightening around his cock like a vise. He tried to keep thrusting but the power of her vaginal muscles were gripping him into his own shattering orgasm. Throwing his head back, he let out a howl of ecstasy. 

Wrapping his arms around her waist, they tumbled over on their sides, spooned together as they caught their breaths. Snuggling close, he nuzzled her ear and whispered, "THAT was incredible."

"Mmmmm," she muttered, laying with her eyes closed in a euphoric fog.

Jamie reached down and pulled the quilt over them both, snuggling closer behind Chloe, as they both dozed off to sleep.

As the sun was just beginning to shine through the drapes, Chloe reluctantly opened one eye. Every muscle in her body ached and she felt like she was waking up from an all-night drunk. She could feel the weight of Jamie against her back and he still had his arm wrapped around her waist. Little did she know he was awake, debating on waking her. Sensing the waking of her body, he took advantage of his mouth still close to her ear, as he began kissing her neck lightly. She let out a shudder and, though just waking, she already felt the heat starting in her core, as his kisses stoked her fire to immediate response. His hand slid down her stomach and found its way to her lips, parting them as he slid two fingers between them and began gently stroking her slit and using her already flowing juices to bring electrical sensations to her clit.

Unlike the night before, untamed and wild, the leisure of his kisses and the gentle stroking seemed dreamlike and erotic. Low moans were escaping her mouth as she rocked against his stroking hand. Her right hand reached behind her as she sought his cock. It had already grown hard and he moaned his approval as she began gently stroking his length, stopping at the base from time to time to rub and lightly squeeze his balls. He seemed to get harder with each stroke and as the first drops of pre-cum oozed out, she took the liquid and began rubbing it all around the head of his cock. As wet as she was and ready as he was, he lifted her right leg back over his hip and slid gently into her depths. The feeling was so superb, he didn't want to rush it this time. He wanted to feel every inch of her warm, wet velvety pussy. 

He quickened his pace, gradually, as she responded with her low, throaty moans and rocking motion against him. He could feel that she was as close to orgasm. He removed his fingers from her clit, putting them in his mouth to get them wetter then resumed rubbing the nub he knew would put her over the edge. This time they came together, with shudders. It washed over them like waves rolling against their bodies. 

They lay contentedly in each other's arms, watching the sun grow brighter through the curtains, pouring its warmth onto the floor and walls. As she started fully waking up, it occurred to Chloe that they weren't at her house or his. 

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, "what do you think Kim is gonna say when we come strolling out of her guest bedroom?"

"We could always climb out the window," Jamie joked.

"I'm about ready to do that. What is she going to think? This is so embarrassing!"

"Don't worry, I'll go talk to her before we go. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," he chuckled.

He pulled his clothes on and headed out the bedroom door, closing it behind him. Chloe got up and walked into the bathroom. It had been a long night and she was almost afraid to see what she looked like. Pretty accurate to say she looked like she'd been out in a storm; hair tousled all over the place, makeup mostly worn off and she knew her breath had to be horrible. After using the bathroom, she did her best to smooth out her hair, washed her face with cold water and rinsed her mouth out with some toothpaste she found in the medicine cabinet. There, she thought, much better.

As she walked out of the bathroom, she heard a ruckus down the hall somewhere. She could hear yelling and loud rustling.

"Oh my God," she thought, "what the hell?"

She quickly dressed, headed out the bedroom door and down the hall. There on the floor she saw Jamie and another stocky man, with blondish brown hair and tattoos rolling around on the floor..but??? They were laughing and hollering at each other. She stood there for a moment with her mouth hanging open.

"What the hell?" she yelled over the commotion.

They both stopped and looked up at her, still tangled up like monkeys. Instead of one set of piercing blue eyes looking at here, there were two...

Grinning from ear to ear, Jamie told her, "This is my brother, Jack. He just got home from Australia and was sitting out here talking to Kim when I came out."



Moving On Ch. 03



The rain had cleared up nicely as James cycled towards the DDDesigns office, reflecting his mood. When he came out of the shower (for the second time) that morning, he had expected to have yet another drawn out argument with Julie over the merits of getting back together, despite her leaving in three weeks and, more importantly, the fact that she was a heartless cow. Somewhat surprisingly, James had come back to an empty bedroom. Julie and her wet things had just upped and gone, as had his last clean towel, but James was sure he'd get over that particularly devastating loss quickly enough.

He had spent the rest of the morning preparing and planning a route to Dani's office on the other side of town. He didn't want to rely on public transport, and since he didn't own a car, he figured the best way to make sure he was punctual was to get there on his own steam. He packed a change of clothes and some toiletries so that when he got close he could find somewhere to change and freshen up. First impressions and all that.

As he approached the offices, a renovated old factory that had been turned into what James assumed was a number of slightly smaller industrial units, locking up his bike in one of the purposefully placed bike sheds that walled off one side of the car park. He had found a nearby bar and had asked nicely if he could freshen up in the bathroom. He liked to think that he was doing his homage to Superman, walking in as the scruffy cyclist and emerging as a smart, sophisticated potential employee.

Walking into the reception area, James looked around to survey the environment. Whilst the exterior of the building looked slightly old and industrial, the interior was the complete opposite. White crisp walls adorned with bright multi-coloured pieces of art and punctuated by attract sculptures that he was want to even describe surrounded an open plan work space. There were a number of desks around the edge off the work area, with what looked like a large, lime-green beanbag in the centre. 5 or 6 people were all sitting on the beanbag, designers he guessed, each with what looked like the latest MacBook laptops. The reception, slightly off from the main workspace, consisted of a large counter with the latest spec Apple computer system and a number of telephones, behind the desk was a youngish looking blonde girl who was dwarfed by the huge counter in front of her. From the door, James could only see the top of her golden locks. He was going to like it here.

Peering up at him, she smiled. "Hello, welcome to DDDesigns, how can I help you?"

"Hi" James said holding out his hand over the counter for a handshake. A calculated move, offering his hand made the young receptionist stand up to reciprocate, offering him a view of her skinny, young frame. She couldn't have been much older than 18. "My name is James Sharp, I'm here for an interview with Miss Davis?"

"Oh yes, Mr Sharp, Miss Davis is expecting you, but you are a little early. She has an important meeting for the next 15 minutes before she will be able to see you. Will you be alright to wait a little while?" she asked, motioning to a number of chairs placed by the door to resemble a makeshift waiting room.

"Of course." He said, smiling. "Thank you, er..."

"Lauren" she volunteered abruptly, blushing slightly. "I will come to collect you when Miss Davis is ready."

"Thank you Lauren." He smiled and made his way to the waiting area, peering at the counter as he sat, catching her gaze. Lauren quickly looked back at her computer screen and began typing.

James waited, taking out his phone to find something to occupy himself.

'2 new messages' - Charlotte, Bitch(Tits)

James smiled as he remembered that he'd changed Julie's contact info in a fit of drunken rage one night. 'This should be interesting' he thought. He decided to open Charlotte's message first.

"Hey, workout needed tonight, you in? x"

His smile broadened, it had only been a day and a half ago that Charlotte (his 'secret' admirer) had given him of the most intense orgasms of his life and then suggested they become fuck-buddies. She wasn't wasting any time.

"Maybe, have work @ 5. After? x" he clicked send. Next he opened Julie's message, expecting a barrage of abuse. He was right.

"Who is Charlotte? Is this why u want nothing more to do with me?? If ur fuckin sum1 else, u cudve at least had the guts to tell me b4 fuckin me 2! Is dat revenge or summit?? Asshole!"

He cringed at the text speak as he read her message in his head. So she'd looked at his phone while he was in the shower, things made more sense now. He had no doubt that this wasn't over. He wondered how long it would be before she put the dots together and told Tim that he'd been fucking his ex. He'd cross that bridge when he got to it. However, there were more important things to concentrate on at the moment. He went over the dialogue he had prepared to describe his portfolio pieces. Words that his high school graphics teacher started ringing through his head.

"Proper Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance" he mouthed, giggling at the memory of one of his old teachers openly swearing in front of his students.

A door on the far side of the office opened, grabbing his attention. Walking through it was a smartly dressed man child, who James immediately recognised as Bastard!, the guy who was on the date with Dani a few nights back. He made a silent prayer that he didn't work here.

Bastard casually walked around the workspace towards the reception. Leaning over the counter, he whispered something in Lauren's ear before turning and walking out past James without so much as a glance in his direction. He looked back towards Lauren and could see that she was blushing heavily. He wondered what he had said to her.

A phone behind the counter sharply buzzed, snapping Lauren out of whatever daydream she had just fallen into. Answering it, James could see her nodding and whilst talking quietly down the line. She placed the phone down and stood up, straightening her white blouse and black pencil skirt before nervously walking over to the waiting area. "Miss Davis will see you now, if you would please follow me."

James' heart was in his mouth. This was it. "Thanks Lauren, please lead the way."

They walked around the workspace in the reverse route that Bastard had just taken. He looked more closely at the designers in the middle of the room. All relatively young, four women currently occupied the beanbag whilst an older gentleman sat at one of the outlying desks facing away from him. He noticed one of the other designers had disappeared. As they approached the door that Bastard had emerged from, Lauren turned to face him and mouthed "Good Luck", motioning for him to knock before retreating back to her duties. He casually turned to look at her tiny ass in that skin tight pencil skirt as she scurried away before checking to see if anyone noticed. He was in the clear.

He knocked at the door, hearing an angelic "Come in!" from within. Opening the door, he smiled instantly as he saw his most recent obsession rise from her seat to welcome him into her office. Her silky brunette hair up in a bun, she looked all business with a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt over the top of, what looked like, sheer black suspenders (Oh how he wished they were suspenders!!).

"James! Hi! Welcome to DDDesigns! I hope you found us ok?" She beamed as she offered him her hand from across her desk.

"Nothing a quick google search couldn't solve!" He replied, shaking her hand firmly. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me."

She flattened her skirt before sitting, bending forward slightly, offering James a quick glimpse of her subtle cleavage. His heart skipped a beat. "It's my pleasure, James. Like I said on the phone, this could just as easily be an induction as opposed to an interview."

He blushed slightly. She had offered him the job already but James felt he may be under qualified and wanted to see if he could get the job on merit. "If it's all the same though Miss Davis..."

"Dani" she interrupted, smiling at his nervousness.

"Sorry, Dani. If it's all the same, I feel like I need to at least show you what else I am capable of so that you have a better idea of what I am capable of."

"I can respect that." she nodded. "Let's see what you can do."

James spent the next half an hour showing Dani some of his previous work, explaining the brief of each piece before outlining his influences and his methods. He had prepared well. He watched her facial expressions as she looked at each piece. She wasn't giving much away. Just a series of nods and 'I see's punctuating his delivery. Once finished, he gathered his things together ready to replace in his bag.

"Well, James, I have to say I'm glad you brought your other works in. You may have just saved me from making a big mistake." she said as he knelt down to fasten his bag.

His heart plummeted. 'Oh my God! She didn't like it? She must have only liked the menu? She had already offered you the job, Idiot? Oh God, why did you insist on this fucking interview! Idiot' His panic must have been visible. He could feel the sweat begin to push through his skin, making a James-shaped water feature in the middle of her office. 

Retaking a seat, he looked up at her. She was still smiling! Was this some sort of game? Was she taking pleasure in this? He had to get out of here! He couldn't stand the embarrassment of it all. He'd go back to Giorgio's and work behind the bar for the rest of his life if he had to. It wasn't all bad, right?

"Sorry to waste your time, Miss Davis" he said solemnly, gathering his bag and heading for the door, dragging his shattered dreams behind him.

"Where are you going James?"

He paused, turning around, he could see that she was still smiling.

"I wasn't quite finished. Please, sit down"

Confused, he slowly sat back down on the chair, as if expecting some sort of trap to be set off when he sat down. What was going on?

"As I was saying, I think seeing your portfolio has saved me from making a big mistake." she was still smiling, though it looked as though she was stifling a laugh now. "The role I was offering you over the phone was only a part time asset designer role, making smaller pieces of merchandising and PoS (Point of Sale). I can see now that you'd be completely wasted on that." His heart was suddenly in his throat. "I have another opening in our main talent pool." She motioned out into the open workspace. "The role would be as a full time Graphic Designer. Is that something you think you can handle?"

He fought the urge to jump over the desk and kiss her. This was it! THE DREAM JOB! He had done it! He felt like he was floating. He almost tripped over his bag as he jumped to his feet and offered her his hand.

Dani laughed at how giddy he was. "Sorry about the confusion there. I feel awful for putting you through that. I take it you're on board?"

"Like you wouldn't believe! Hell yes I'm on board! Thank you so much for the opportunity Miss Dani, I mean Davis, err Dani!" He was still shaking her hand.

"You're very welcome James. We do need to go through a few things first before we make things official, if you wouldn't mind."

"Of course" He said, retaking his seat again.

"Firstly, how soon can you start?"

***************

James and Dani chatted a little while longer, ironing out the details of his employment. He was offered a modest salary of £24,000 a year to start off, with incentives thrown in and a view to a raise on review. He would have to work his notice at the restaurant, but could switch a few shifts around to make himself available during the day for inductions etc.

She showed him around the workspace, introducing him to his new colleagues. He introduced himself to everyone, telling them how excited he was to work with them. Finally, when Dani walked him back towards reception, Lauren walked over from behind her desk and shook his hand this time. "Congratulations!! Welcome to the team, Mr Sharp!" she beamed. "We're all looking forward to seeing more of you!" 

James shot a nervous look at Dani, who just shrugged, trying not to laugh at her receptionist's forwardness. He was going to have to keep an eye on her. "Lauren, I forgot to tell you. James here was the Barista I was telling you about!"

"Oh, that was you!" She almost squealed. "Dani told us all about how good you are at making cocktails. That's going to come in very handy on staff nights out!" she winked at him, making him blush slightly.

"I look forward to it." He replied, "but first I have to go and get paid for it. Thank you again, Dani, for everything! I'll not let you down." He looked at his phone to get an idea of the time. Half past four. He was running late. It was going to be a rush to get back to Giorgio's on the bike, and he hadn't changed back into his cycling gear yet. "Dani, Do you have a bathroom or somewhere where I can change? I need to be at Giorgio's in half an hour and I've only got the bike."

"Yeah sure, there's a full bathroom with shower just through there." She pointed to one of the doors off the main workspace. "Feel free."

"Thanks" he said as he rushed off to get changed.

When he emerged back in his cycling gear, he heard a wolf whistle coming from behind the reception counter. Turning, he saw Lauren staring a hole into his shorts. "I'm definitely going to like you!" She said, raising an eyebrow.

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James arrived at Giorgio's 25 minutes later in a big sweaty mess. He'd put everything he had into that ride, and it showed. He locked up his bike and ran inside to freshen up before his shift started. Pulling his manager to one side, he told him about the job offer and that his notice would be going in the next day. He felt bad to be leaving him in the lurch, but he was a good guy and knew how much James had wanted to move on.

The evening shift seemed to fly by as James continued to ride the wave of euphoria from the interview. As the manager spread the word of James' job offer around the staff, the calls for celebratory drinks afterwards began to spread. By closing time, he had been cajoled into a night out. Fortunately, he still had his smart clothes from his interview so at least he would look the part. Checking his phone, he found he had another, almost indecipherable hate message from Julie and a new message from Charlotte. 

"Can't do late, have the early shift tomorrow. Maybe next time. x"

Hiding his disappointment, he went to the bathroom for what felt like the 50th costume change of the day.

Within the hour, James, Fabrizio, Mike, Izzy, Tom, Danny and Holly had all gotten ready and met in George's pub for some pre-drinks. James was glad Izzy and Clare had managed to make it out. Whenever there was a night out with just 'the guys', there was always far too much macho bullshit for his liking. Nine times out of ten it always ended up in a pulling contest. Until recently, James had never fared well on that count.

Izzy, or Isabella, if she was in trouble with the manager, was half Italian, and she had the quintessential mediterranean look. Tall for a girl at around 5ft10, she had dark brown hair with hazel coloured eyes and olive skin. Her large breasts were always a good tip maker, and she knew exactly how to use them. She was wearing a pretty conservative looking deep blue dress that effortlessly floated off her frame to around halfway down her thigh. Although not massively revealing, the dress seemed to magically draw the eye to her best assets. James, and the pretty much the rest of George's, were entranced as she joined them at the bar 

Holly was slightly different to the usual type of girl that worked at Giorgio's. Very small frame, blonde hair, petite breasts, tiny little arse. She was a fighter though. By far the hardest working member of the team, she would do all the hard graft while Izzy flirted with the husbands and boyfriends. She'd had a brief relationship with Mike that had burned hot and but burned out fast. The rumour doing the rounds was that she was just as tenacious in bed as she was in life, having apparently snapped Mike's 'banjo' during a particularly frenetic session, sending him to the hospital. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and thin strap vest top that just about covered her small breasts, showing off her toned stomach.

The group started the festivities in earnest, each buying a round of shots and spreading them round them. Within half an hour, they were tanked up and ready to hit the bricks. Arriving at the club, they all piled in and continued to hit the bar. The lights and the bassline getting everyone pumped up, James could tell it was only a matter of time before usual service was resumed. Finding a booth, they had just finished their first round of drinks when the first of the group began to get itchy feet. Fab always used to complain that booths were 'bad for the soul' because they forced you to become a voyeur of sorts, constantly scanning and appraising the women on the dance floor. Putting his Italian accent a little thicker than usual, he set off to try and thin the herds.

James was always fine being a voyeur, he loved watching girls dancing and laughing. He was all to used to being rejected in places like this. Outside of work, he was far too bashful to make a good first impression with a girl. It was if he needed a bar between them to strike up a conversation. One by one, the group of waiters hit the dance floor, leaving him alone in the booth nursing his drink.

"Come on James, we're celebrating, remember?" Izzy yelled over the thrum of the music as she returned to the booth. He smiled as she scorched along next to him. "Why aren't you dancing with us?"

"Have you ever seen me dance?" James replied, leaning into her ear so as not to shout. "It's not pretty!"

She leaned over towards his ear. "You just haven't had the right partner!" She winked at him as the words sunk in. She motioned to the dance floor as Holly made her way back to the booth for a quick drink.

"Hey, you got him out of his seat? I was beginning to wonder when he was going to get of his arse!" She yelled a little too loudly.

Izzy leant in close to Holly, saying something in her ear whilst looking James in the eye. Holly started grinning what could almost be described as an evil smirk, raising an eyebrow as Izzy detailed some sort of plan. Eventually, when the plotting subsided, the pair walked forward and grabbed James by each wrist, dragging him into the middle of the herd.

Izzy naturally took the lead in the little threesome and started to gently twist and sway to the music, shaking her voluptuous ass to the beat. Looking him in the eye, moved closer to him, gently raised the hem of her dress, and lightly ground herself against him, winking as she felt him twitch. James looked around and saw that every guy within 5 metres of them had their eyes glued on them or, more likely, her.

She set his senses on fire as she turned away from him, rubbing her ass against his rapidly swelling crotch. He was struggling to hide his reaction.

Seeing an opening, Holly took over. Whilst Izzy swayed her hips from side to side over his crotch, she gently placed her hand on his cheek and hijacked his field of vision, grinning as she started to gently squat and raise herself to the beat of the music. He had to admit, she was a great dancer, but his wooden frame would make anyone look like a ballet star by comparison. She drew him closer and placed her arms around his neck. He could tell from her constant glances at Izzy that their plan was still in motion. What were they up to? 

She started grinding herself against him, slowly, methodically, making him feel every second of it. She gasped as she realised just how hard he was getting. James turned his head to see what Izzy was up to. She had been whisked away by some roided muscle bound freak of nature, with a comically small head. Was that her type? 'Oh well' he shrugged, each to their own




Moving On Ch. 03



Holly stopped torturing him and headed back over to the booth for a refill, telling James she'd be right back. He wanted to join her, not wanting to be on his own on the dance floor but she told him to stay put. "Trust us" she said winking at him. James confused. What was going on? He felt a tap on the shoulder. Was Izzy tagging back in or something. He was all for team sports and all that but he'd much rather play in the safety of his bedroom. He was surprised as he turned around to see that it wasn't Izzy tapping him on the shoulder, but a petite blonde receptionist who may or may not have been old enough to be drinking. "Lauren?" 

"Hi, handsome!"

He was face to face with Lauren from DDDesigns. He had to do a double take before subtly trying to size her up. She looked outstanding in a very short gold sequinned dress that perfectly showed off her body. Subtlety jumped out the window as James couldn't help but slowly take her all in. Taller than before due to her heels, her silky legs seemed to go on forever until they reached the bottom of her dress. He knew if she were to turn around he would be able to see the slightest hint of her bum, and he was sure she knew it too. Her dress was skin tight over her toned stomach and petite breasts, stopping just below her supple shoulders and flowing back down her arms. She had tied her hair back into a ponytail and altered her make up from earlier today to try and make herself seem older.

She hugged him tightly, pressing her lithe frame against his own. "Fancy seeing you here!"

"Hi! Small world eh?" He looked over her shoulder and saw Izzy, watching over Roid Freak's shoulder, raise an eyebrow, questioningly. He shrugged his shoulders.

"So are you excited about joining the team?" she shouted over the thump of the music.

"Yeah, really excited! It looks like such a cool place to work! Everyone seems really friendly."

"Some of us are friendlier than others!" she winked at him as she began to dance in his arms.

Alarm bells started going off in James head as he thought about the consequences of doing what he was seriously thinking about doing. She was pretty young. Was she over 18? Was sleeping with a colleague before even starting a new job going to make life uncomfortable? What would Dani think if she found out? He decided to test the waters.

"How old are you Lauren?"

She didn't answer immediately as she turned away from him and started to wriggle her pert bum. "I'll be 19 next week." she stated. "I can pretend to be younger if you'd like?" She grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips as she swayed.

"So, anything I should know about working with you guys? Any rules that I should follow? Things I should avoid doing?" This was the worst chat up in history.

"Only thing you need to know is that we're all really close to each other! You're going to love the staff night out!"

"What happens on the staff night out?" he asked.

She turned to face him. Rising on her tip toes, she whispered in his ear "Anything you want!"

As she dropped back down onto her heels, she lightly grabbed his semi erect cock through his trousers. This girl was fire... and he wanted to get burned.

Lauren continued to tease him as they danced. His hands glued to her hips as she moved so sensually in front of him.

"James?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"Who's that girl over there that keeps looking at us?" She gestured towards Izzy, who was slow dancing with Roid Freak.

"That's Izzy, I work with her at Giorgio's"

She leaned in close and spoke directly into his ear. "She wants to fuck you!" 

He did a double take. "Say again?"

"She totally wants to fuck you!" she repeated. "She's pretty hot too!"

Before James could say or do anything, Lauren pointed at Izzy and beckoned her over with her finger. He was frozen. What was she doing? Izzy said something to Peanut Head and headed over to them. Lauren leant close to Izzy and whispered something in her ear. Izzy rocked back suddenly, as if hearing something that shocked her, then started to laugh as she looked over Lauren's shoulder at him, raising that damn sexy eyebrow again.

Giggling together, Lauren turned around so that they were both facing him and beckoned him over. James didn't know where to look as he sheepishly approached them.

"Izzy? Tell James what you'd like to do to him?" Lauren demanded.

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The taxi ride home seemed to take an age. They hadn't even said goodbye to the rest of the group as they left the club. James had hailed a black cab and had sat behind the driver so he could see the two beautiful creatures in front of him. They giggled and laughed as they whispered in each others ears. At one point, he saw Lauren whisper something into Izzy's ear before licking her earlobe, causing her to shiver with excitement. Lauren's hand began to drift across Izzy's legs, caressing her supple thighs and lightly brushing the hem of her dress closer to her hips. Who was this girl!

From his vantage point, James could see a wet spot in Izzy's now exposed panties as Lauren's hands became more adventurous. Keeping her own legs together, James was desperate to see more. 

As if sensing his gaze, Izzy reached over to caress Lauren's inner thigh, opening her legs enough for James to see a hint of white covering her modesty. James was enjoying the show so much, he didn't notice the taxi driver taking the long way home. Something told him the driver was enjoying the view as well.

When the taxi arrived at James', the incredibly happy looking taxi driver took the fare and gave James a look that he could only describe as 'immense pride'. "Get in there you lucky bastard!" he stated.

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As soon as they were across the threshold, Lauren began pulling the strings. Taking Izzy by the hand, she led her to James' bedroom, leaving him to try and gather whatever wits were left about him. He followed.

Perched on the edge of his bed, where hours earlier he had fucked Julie up the arse, sat Izzy, who stared at him hungrily. Lauren was nowhere to be seen. He walked in through the bedroom door and felt it close behind him. Reaching around from behind, Lauren, placed a hand on his crotch. "Care for a show, handsome?" He nodded.

Smiling, Izzy rose from the bed. Where hours earlier, James had been caught out by the vision of a soaking wet Julie undressing in front of his window, the moonlight now doused her amazing body in ghostly white light. Her hips began to sway again as she danced on her own in the middle of the room.

Lauren's hand began to flex on his crotch, massaging him through his trousers. She rose to her tip toes again and whispered in his ear. "Wow, she's so fucking sexy! Don't you think she looks sexy, James?" He nodded, unable to form words.

He was transfixed. Izzy continued to slowly gyrate and move, casually staring over at Lauren's hand hovering over his rock hard cock. She slowly grabbed the hem of her dress and started to pull it up and over her shoulders, revealing her body in all of it's glory. She wore matching deep blue lingerie, lace in all right places. His mouth went dry as he spotted the small tents formed by her nipples.

He felt a button on his jeans pop open as Lauren began to undress him. Running a hand down his thigh, she gently pulled his trousers down as she continued to tease him with her other hand. Slowly, she put her hands into his briefs, her cold hands sending a shiver up his spine.

"Izzy, babe? I think I have something you want!"

Izzy bit her lip as she walked over to a frozen James. Kneeling in front of him, she pulled down his briefs as Lauren continued to attend to his cock.

"Mio Dio" she breathed as she watched Lauren play with him from behind. She knelt on the floor in front of James and looked him in the eyes. Where before she had been teasing him with just a sway of her hips and raising of her brow, she now seemed submissive, hungry. She was no longer in control, but neither was he.

He felt Lauren's small hands release his cock as she began to move in front of him. She bent over and whispered in Izzy's ear. She licked her lips as she began to lean forward towards him. Sensually, she began planting small kisses along his shaft, starting at the base and working her way up. When she reached the summit, she let her tongue trail across his more sensitive helmet.

Lauren had taken Izzy's place on the edge of the bed and gazed at the two of them from afar. Spreading her legs, she slowly began to caress her pussy with her right hand.

Izzy's hands started to work James in their strong grip, raining drops of saliva from her mouth to lubricate her action. Her pace began to build. She looked James in the eye once more and bit her lip once more.

James arched his back as the pleasure rocketed through his body. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge. Her hands kept working, gripping harder, pulling faster. She began licking his tip. She was driving him crazy. He felt his balls stiffen. He was going to come. He moaned.

Quick as a flash, her hands tightly gripped the base of his penis, stopping him in his tracks. He twitched from the momentary pain, confused. Looking down he realised she wasn't done with him yet. He was still hard. She guided him into her mouth.

He battled to control himself as her tongue began to massage his shaft. As his eyes began to drift to the ceiling, he noticed Lauren taking her panties off as she watched, her other hand making its way to her still concealed breast. James was not a religious man but at that moment he would swear there was a God.

As Izzy continued her assault, Lauren moaned from the bed, she was certainly getting into the throes of it as she quickly removed her hair bobble, letting her blonde hair fall around her face. She stood and made her way towards Izzy, kneeling down behind her. Placing her hands on Izzy's thighs, she gently caressed her skin, fingers running tantalisingly close to her panties. James could feel Izzy gasp while taking him to the back of her throat. It was an unbelievable feeling. James could do nothing but watch.

Lauren's hands retreated to Izzy's hips, running smoothly up her sides towards her shoulders. She brushed Izzy's dark hair away from her neck and began nuzzle her from behind. Izzy groaned. The vibrations from which sent James right to the edge again. 

Lauren kept working as she subtly began to remove Izzy's bra, unleashing her magnificent bosom. As soon as the lace dropped, Lauren's hands reached around and began to caress her. She whispered something in Izzy's ear that had her shiver slightly, before licking her neck and toying with her ear. James could hold back no longer. With Izzy distracted, she didn't notice his entire body tense up as he exploded on her chest, coating both her breasts and Lauren's hands in his thick jism.

"Mmmm!" Lauren purred as she licked her fingers, "I love freshly iced buns!"

She moved herself from behind Izzy and lay her back on James' floor, greedily licking up his seed from Izzy's heaving chest. By this point, James could no longer discern wet from dry on Izzy's panties. He decided that they had to go. Kneeling between her legs, he gently removed them, lifting her legs together as he eased them off. He couldn't help but give the sodden panties a quick sniff before throwing them behind him, savouring the taste. 

When he looked back, Lauren and Izzy had begun passionately kissing on his bedroom floor. Lauren, still in her gold sequinned dress (minus panties) was perched on top of Izzy's hand, which James had noticed was now slowly massaging Lauren clit. James dropped down on to his hands and knees and began kissing the inside of Izzy's thigh, getting closer and closer to her sopping pussy. He started the way he normally started oral, by gently licking and nibbling at her labia, his tongue tracing its way down and up her slit. Izzy moaned. Lauren had sat up and was now riding her hand backwards and forwards, intensely staring at the mediterranean beauty below her.

His tongue eventually landed upon her clit, sending a bolt of electricity through her that seemed to go straight through her arm and up into the blonde teenager. He pressed on, slowly inserting a couple of fingers into her pussy. She started to become more restless. Her breathing heavy. James's tongue pushed harder. Faster. Taking a risk, he replaced his tongue with his thumb and moved lower, licking the juices from her snatch as he went. He continued lower, lower. He slowly circled her sphincter, repeating the motion that proved so effective upon Julie earlier. 

She screamed as the orgasm took her. Lauren launched herself down to kiss her, drowning out the sound. She began to spasm from the continued assault from James' fingers and tongue, until slowly she began to come back down.

Lauren stood up, juices trickling down her thigh, as she made her way back over to the bed. Izzy opened her eye and looked at James, before leaning back and looking over to Lauren. James helped her sit up, kissing her as she battled to regain her breath.

Izzy turned to look back at Lauren, who had begin playing with herself again at the head of James' bed, and crawled over towards her. With an outreached hand, Lauren gracefully cupped her cheek and brought her in for another kiss. James was starting to feel left out. The two girls began petting each other again as James noticed his cock beginning to swell again. He was impressed with how quickly he'd managed to recover from Izzy's blowjob. Lauren had noticed as well.

She parted lips with Izzy and directed her attention towards James' stiffening cock. Whispering in her ear again, he saw her smile and nod before the pair rose from the bed and walked towards him. Lauren circled around behind him as Izzy began removing his shirt. James' sensitive cock was rubbing against her pubes and was driving him wild. He was about to take control of the situation when Lauren grabbed his cock from behind again. "Not so fast loverboy!"

He turned around to face her as Izzy removed his shirt. Raising her eyebrow, she grinned at him as he pulled her towards him, gripping her tightly. The sequins on her dress rough and sharp against his ever hardening member almost made him groan where he stood. He leaned in for a kiss. She stopped him. "You're here for her" she stated confidently as she placed a hand on his bare chest and pushed him backwards towards the bed. He wasn't sure what she meant but he was not going to argue either way.

Lying back on the bed, Izzy and Lauren began to crawl over and around him like a pair of predators circling a catch, waiting to go in for the kill. This time, Izzy made the first move, she grabbed James' cock and swallowed it whole, pushing it right to the back of her throat. James moaned heavily. As he raised his head to get a better look at her, he felt a gentle finger on his forehead, pushing it back down. Lauren stared down at him, a smile crossing her face. She manoeuvred herself above his face and sat down on his waiting tongue.

James felt the vibrations of a small moan rushing through her body as he lapped at her small pussy. He couldn't help but wonder how amazing it was going to be to fuck her. She was so tight, he could feel her insides trying to grip his tongue as it darted in and out of her. She started grinding her hips on his face. He reached down (or was it up?) and started licking her clit. She shuddered. He began sucking on it, his hands now gripping her tiny arse above his head, kneading the muscles as they slid back and forth. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest to support herself. Digging her nails in, it felt like she was trying to stop herself from falling off. The pain spurred him on. He felt her body tense and shiver. He put all of his effort into her clit, while getting his hands into position, just as he felt she was about to tense again, he stuck his little finger in her asshole. We have ignition!

Now it was Lauren's turn to scream as her body was rocked by a powerful orgasm. James felt her thighs contract around his head as her juices were expelled all over his chin. He tried to hold her in place, but she rolled off him, her dress now up by her hips. 

Izzy sat up, watching as Lauren took a breather. She crawled forward and kissed him hard, as if trying to suck Lauren's juices out of his mouth. She straddled him mid-kiss. A sense of renewed urgency spurring her on. She rubbed his cock against her snatch before thrusting herself down upon it, She whimpered through gritted teeth as she slowly raised herself before letting herself fall. Her magnificent tits gently swaying as she moved. James sat up. Repositioning himself, he sat underneath her and wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing his mouth at the perfect height to confront her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her back as he suckled on her right nipple. Izzy leant back and started gently rocking back and forth. Tenderly nibbling his shoulder. She noticed that Lauren had drifted off to sleep behind him. A shame, she had looked forward to watching her take her first cock.

James began pinching her nipples between his teeth, making her shudder. She leant back further, pulling James over on top of her. Keeping her legs around his waist, she pulled him into her. Inviting him to take over, she grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him into her bosom, suffocating him. He began to thrust in hard, slow motions, making her jump as he bottomed out inside her. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass. It felt so good. He pinched her left nipple between his thumb and finger, steadying himself with his other hand. His thrusts gathered pace.

"Yes!" she gasped. "Yes! Harder James!" 

He grunted primevally as he heaved into her, complying to her demands. He hooked his ands under her shoulders and started pulling her down in towards his thrusts. Her hands dug into his back. She was coming. 'Just a little further!' he thought. Pounding at her as if his life depended on it. He was closer than he thought. He increased the speed again, his hips moving like pistons on a steam train. He felt her inner walls tighten around him. Their death grip holding him in place as he unleashed yet another stream of cum, this time straight into Izzy's welcoming womb. The two of them collapsed in a heap, regaining their breath as James slowly started to soften inside her.

They lay there for what seemed like an hour, until Izzy got up to go to the bathroom. James surveyed the carnage, clothes all over the room, Izzy's panties somehow hanging from one of the handles on James wardrobe. He looked behind him and saw Lauren curled up in a ball, asleep, her cute little arse sticking out from beneath her dress. He waited for Izzy to return before straightening her out and climbing into bed next to her. 

Spooning, they fell asleep in each others arms. 'I could get used to this!' James thought.



Moving On Ch. 04



James awoke with a start, recoiling as the pain of one shot too many struck him in the temple. He groaned as he lightly rested his head back on his pillow. He was drenched in sweat. 'What the hell happened last night?'

Slowly, he began piecing the events of the evening together. Meeting the guys at the bar, shot overload, getting to the club. All seemed well thus far. Visions of raised eyebrows and grinding hips flashed in front of his eyes. A cherry red lip being bitten...

He gingerly raised his head and opened his eyes to survey the damage. He was in his room. 'Result!' He was alone. 'Shit!' His sheets were positively soaking. Had he been so drunk that he wet himself? He gave a tentative sniff. That wasn't sweat.

His curiosity rose, he smelt the unmistakable scent of a woman in his bed. His thoughts drifted back to Julie, bent over this very bed less than 24 hours earlier, her tits hypnotising as they swung back and forth. He shook his head. This couldn't have been her. It was too long after the fact and she definitely wouldn't have come back for seconds the way he treated her afterwards.

He sat up. His clothes were strewn over the room - standard after a night out, but something else caught his eye. A navy blue pair of laced panties hung over the handle of one of his drawers. He closed his eyes, flashes of a moonlit striptease from a mystery woman flooded his subconscious. 

James' phone beeped, waking him from his reverie. He searched for his trousers. Somehow kicked as far away from the bed as humanly possible, he crawled out of his watery pit and stumbled across his room. His phone beeped again as he fished the phone from his pockets

3 messages; Fab, Unknown Number, Izzy

1 Picture Message;

Going through his messages, Fab's opened up first.

"Please tell me I didn't just see you leave with Izzy and another bird? You, bello, have some explaining to do!" - Fab

'You're telling me?!' thought James. Izzy? The moonlit strip, the lips? Was that her? More images started coming back to him. Incredible tits in his face, a quivering pussy, someone else hand on his cock as she stripped in front of him... 'HOLY SHIT! Who else was here last night? Did he just have a drunken threesome?!' He slapped his head, trying to loosen some memories. Who else was here last night? He moved on to the next message.

"We had a sick night bitches! x" - Unknown

The irony of The Hangover reference registered with James as he moved on to the next message.

"Wow! See you at work x" - Izzy

A face wide grin hit his lips, he wasn't one to ignore good reviews, even if he couldn't remember the performance. 

He went to open the picture message. A warning popped open. 

'You are opening a large file, this may take time to download." Stupid Phone!

The picture started opening on his screen. Row by row, the pixels started to take shape. It was the back of a car of some sort. The picture downloaded further. The brunette crown of Izzy's head began to appear. Agonisingly slowly, the image descended further, revealing a teasing expression on the half Italian beauty's face.

Another head began to appear, this time blonde. Holly? He remembered dancing with the two waitresses in the club. Had he taken them both to bed? The blonde head was frizzy, untamed. Holly never went without a brush and and a bobble to keep her hair neat. He must have really done a number on...

That's not Holly! The download started to pick up speed as the youthful visage of Lauren, the receptionist from DDDesigns appeared. 'Oh fuck!'

He sat back down on the bed. Gold sequins shimmering through his mind. This was a mistake, a fucking huge one! How would he explain this if it ever got out? Dany would be well within her rights to rescind the job offer! 'Shit!'

He looked back at the phone, the photo had continued to download while he questioned his sanity. The girls had obviously left, shared a cab, and decided to take a selfie together. Izzy's outstretched arms, pushed her breasts together magnificently, onto which Lauren's head perched gently, devilishly grinning up at the lens. He remembered the taxi driver from the previous night and laughed to himself.

The picture had finished downloading. James surveyed it one last time, at the very bottom of the image, he spotted something that made his cock swell almost instantly. He followed Lauren's arm down from her slender neck to the elbow that rested on Izzy's thigh. Coming back on itself, James followed her forearm, he noticed that Lauren's hand was out of shot, hidden by a swath of deep blue cloth from Izzy's dress. Looking across at the panties hanging on his dresser, he knew exactly where her hand was!

As the pieces of the night started falling into place, James couldn't help becoming more aroused again at the thought of what had transpired in his room last night. In HIS room. A threesome? James Sharp just had a threesome with two beautiful girls, either of which he would have counted himself lucky to get a sniff of one their own. What the actual fuck? He stripped his bed and tidied his room, savouring a quick sniff of Izzy's panties as he placed them in his bag with his work things. He was looking forward to reuniting them with their owner.

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Cycling into Giorgio's that afternoon had helped clear James' head. To much had happened over the past few days for his hungover head to deal with that morning. He tied up his bike and headed inside to get ready.

Exiting the bathroom, James headed to the bar, trying to ignore that Fab's eyes had been boring a hole into his head from the moment he'd arrived. He'd not go so far as asking him directly in front of the other staff, but he knew he was going to be grilled by the end of the night. 

"Hi James" a (now slightly overly) familiar voice sounded over his shoulder. Izzy had just arrived for her shift. He couldn't help but look at her and grin, mentally picturing her undressing in the moonlight. She blushed as though reading his thoughts. She wore her usual work uniform, her dark hair tied up in a bun. Her black shirt unbuttoned enough to show the slightest hint of bra, her legs were covered by her tights and a tight skirt. Who could resist?

"So it looks like you made a friend last night?" he asked teasingly.

Her blush grew a shade darker. "You can say that again! Interesting girl, that one!" She unconsciously bit her lip as she processed a memory. "Where did you know her from?" 

James detected she was a little more than curious about her bed partner from the night before. "She's the receptionist at the company I'm going to work for. I only met her yesterday" he told her. "I'm really looking forward to working with her." They shared a nervous laugh. "Interesting selfie you sent through this morning, mind?" He teased, recalling Lauren's hand snaking between Izzy's thighs.

Her blush failed to conceal her embarrassment, confirming James' suspicions. As the memories of the previous evening flooded back this afternoon, he had recalled Lauren's small hands groping Izzy's breasts from behind as she nuzzled her neck and the cries of pleasure it had brought at the time. "By the way.." James added, snapping them both out of there reverie. "I have a present to return to you later" pulling the a dark blue material slightly from his pocket.

Regaining her composure, she shot him a conspiratorial smile and winking. "I look forward to receiving it." She said. "It's been a bit draughty in here today!" She turned on her heel and wonder whether she was just teasing him, or whether she genuinely wasn't wearing any panties tonight.

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The shift went over pretty quickly, mercifully. Working hungover was very rarely a pleasant experience, but seeing the others trudge through it with him had made it easier. As the last customers paid their bills and got up to leave, the rest of the staff packed up they things and started to leave. Fab had abused manager's rights and had left early, leaving James to lock up once the team had cleaned up and had some food.

Izzy headed to the toilets, presumedly to freshen up before heading home, as Mike and Holly said their goodbyes and headed for the exit. James locked the door behind them as they went. Gathering his things, he too headed to the toilets to get changed into his cycling gear. The door to the lady's room swung open as he passed. A slender hand reached out and dragged him in.

Kissing him roughly, Izzy moaned as James pressed her against one of the cubicle walls with his body. His hands groped at her, pulling her into him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she lifted her legs from the floor and wrapped them tightly around his waist.

Feeling his rapidly increasing bulge against her, Izzy broke off the kiss and moaned heavily. "God, I've been wanting this all day! I'm so wet right now!"

Nuzzling her neck as she breathed heavily in his ear, James moved his hands down from her hips to support her thighs. His right hand caressing and groping it's way up her thigh until it reached an uncovered butt cheek. She'd been wearing suspenders, not tights! 

"I need you inside me, James!" she pleaded. "Take me!"

He pressed his body harder against her, using his right hand to unzip his fly and hook his now straining erection from his pants. Feeling it press against her opening, James realised that she hadn't been wearing any panties after all. He thrust upwards, sliding straight into her warm, wet snatch and eliciting a grunt from them both. She felt so good! He thrust again, harder, pushing himself higher, deeper. She raised her hands from his shoulders and grabbed the top of the cubicle wall. 

James leaned back to take her all in. Her thighs were still wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him into her. He stopped thrusting momentarily. Izzy grabbing the top of the wall had allowed her to support herself against him, freeing his hands. He reached for her shirt and pulled it open, revealing her heaving chest. He smiled as he noticed the front clasp. She had really thought of everything!

Releasing the clasp, Izzy's magnificent tits sprung forward. Leaning in to intercept, James took her left nipple in his mouth and resumed thrusting into her. Her groans were getting louder, closer together. He could feel her legs begin to twitch around his waist. He released her breast and hooked his hands under her knees, pressing her back against the wall, spreading her.

He continued thrusting, his pace unrelenting! "Yes!!" she moaned. "Harder!! Fuck me James!" God he loved it when she egged him on! The slap of skin on skin singing in time with the sound of the cubicle wall resisting the forces being placed upon it. He put everything he had into her. Rising up to his toes to put that little bit extra into his movement. Faster. Faster. She started to scream between breaths.

"Yes! Yes! Yesssssssssssssss!!" She came hard as her insides clamped down around his cock, pushing him over the edge. He erupted inside of her as her hands let go of the cubicle wall and fell back around his neck.

She kissed him passionately as they tried to regain their breath. James gently pulled out and lowered her legs to the floor. Cuddling him, she rocked backwards and forwards as she tried to regain control of her legs. He felt her right hand drift down to his waist, fishing out a deep blue swath of material from his pocket. "I'm going to need these back now!" she teased.

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Izzy waited around as James finished locking up and got changed into his cycling gear. She had retreated into the bathroom to freshen herself up, and to destroy the evidence of their union that was slowly congealing on the Lady's bathroom floor. They walked along the road, chatting for a little while, filling in each other's blanks from the night before.

"Soooo... Lauren, what's her deal?" Izzy asked as they approached her bus stop. "I mean, I couldn't believe some of the things she was doing to me last night. I've never felt anything like it!"

"I wish I knew!" he sighed. "Like I said, I literally only met her yesterday. She was pretty intense, right?"

"Yeah, intense is right! And you didn't see her in the taxi this morning!" She blushed. 

"Yeah, you two were definitely 'close' this morning" James laughed. "I nearly didn't notice what she was up to"

"She's definitely subtle! She talked with the taxi driver the entire way home while she had her hand up my skirt!" James could tell she didn't mind the inconvenience at all.

"So did you at least get her number?" James looked her in the eye and raised an eyebrow.

She reddened. "Wait, you don't think I..." she paused. "I'm not really into girls, as if the last hour wasn't enough of a demonstration."

"I didn't exactly call you a lesbian, but I can tell you are at least a little curious. There's no shame in admitting that you enjoyed what she did last night... and this morning, a lot more than you thought you would."

"It was pretty hot, right?"

"Oh yeah! I've never seen anything like it" he exclaimed. He was telling the truth. The only girl on girl action he'd ever seen before last night was streamed to his laptop. "You know, now I think about it, I've just realised I didn't actually have sex with her last night?" The look of surprise that he'd expected to see on her face was replaced with a knowing smile. He looked at her questioningly. "What don't I know?"

"She told me in the taxi last night" she said. "She a virgin."

He scoffed. "No way! That can't be right! You saw her last night! There's no way she's a virgin!" 

"Just because she's confident and knows what she wants doesn't mean she's experienced, James. You'd be amazed how many of us learn about sex through porn these days. It's a brave new world!" She grinned at the dumbstruck face James was sporting. "Listen, she told me she didn't want to have sex last night while we were heading to yours. She wants the first time to mean something. You can understand that, right?"

"I guess," James replied. He still couldn't get over the fact that the girl who sat on his face and squirted all over his chin last night was still a virgin. He pondered that thought for a little while. "You know, you didn't answer my question before?"

"Which one?"

"Did you get her number this morning?" 

She looked off into the distance, formulating a response. "I might have" she said coyly.

"And? Have you texted her?"

"We're going for a coffee tomorrow," she admitted, looking at the floor. "I'm intrigued, ok?!" she blurted as she glanced up at James' silly grin.

They stood and chatted at the bus stop for what felt like hours. Apparently, last night had opened up a whole new world of possibilities that Izzy never knew even existed to her. Tonight's actions had proved to her that she was definitely still into guys, but she couldn't deny that she was attracted to Lauren. James offered his support and jokingly offered her his services should she ever feel confused again, taking a punch in the shoulder for his troubles. They hugged as her bus pulled into the stop.



Moving On Ch. 05



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Sleep came easily to James that night. His dreams were filled with flashes of groaning flesh and ecstasy as the memories of the last week came back to him. Charlotte's face as she came on top of him. Julie peeling off her wet clothes in his bedroom. Izzy's mouth around his cock as Lauren groped her from behind. Oh yeah! It had been a good week.

He awoke the next morning full of energy and enthusiasm. The morning shift flew by in a blur of coffee, pizza and screaming children. Before he knew it, he was sat at The George with a pint. His phone buzzed in his pocket.

"1 New Picture Message" - Lauren

He remembered that Izzy was meeting Lauren for coffee. He recalled the last photo he'd received when those to were together. This was going to be good. He clicked open.

Mercifully, the WiFi in The George was much more up to the task. The photo downloaded almost instantly. He almost fell off his chair. Beaming off the screen directly into his long term memory was the image of Izzy's head rising from between a pair of supple thighs, her eyebrow arched as she stared seductively into the lens. 'Coffee went well then'

He looked down at his watch, 10 minutes till the start of his shift. He started to see off his pint while staring a hole in his phone. He almost felt left out. Despite not remembering a great deal of their night together, it was like watching the cup final from the bench. So close, but so far. He knew there was something more than just sex in this for Izzy, she really liked Lauren, and something told him that this was the start of something that he was going to very much enjoy.

He went to stand before realising how hard he had become staring directly into Izzy's eyes on his screen. Doing a quick scan around the pub to make sure nobody was watching, he quickly readjusted, tucking his cock into his waistline and pulling his shirt over the top of it to hide his now prominent helmet. He stood and quickly saw off the last of his pint, inadvertently leaning back to consume the dregs. He heard a wolf whistle as the last drops passed his lips. Thinking nothing of it, he headed for the exit.

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James tried to keep his head down at work that evening, he was desperate to finish to see if Izzy and Lauren fancied any company later. He'd messaged them both without reply. Not wanting to sound as desperate as he was, he decided not to chase them. He could tell how important it was to Izzy to explore today, and if him being a part of it would lead her to be more confused, it was probably for the best that he stay away. That didn't stop him from looking at his phone every 5 minutes to check though.

When his phone finally buzzed, he almost leapt across the room to grab it, it was as if his life depended on hearing from the girls. 

"1 New Message" - Charlotte

He unfairly cursed his luck, before realising what a idiot he was being. He opened the message.

"Hey, I've got the morning off tomorrow, fancy a lie in? x"

'That's strange', James thought. Charlotte never struck him as the 'lie in' type. She was certainly pretty keen on getting things up last time. He sat and thought about how he should respond. Still holding on to the lingering hope of joining Izzy and Lauren, he contemplated turning her down, but deep down he realised it was a pipe dream, a school boy fantasy that he had been lucky enough to enjoy once. He shouldn't start getting ahead of himself. "Sure, that sounds great. Dress code? x" He clicked send.

His phone vibrated in his hand before he had the chance to put it back down.

"1 New Message" - Charlotte

"Cycling gear optional - but preferred ;) Bring wine! x"

That sounded more like Char. He had been genuinely looking forward to seeing her again before the events of the previous two days took her out of focus. He was keen to see how she'd reacted to their night together. Was she still intent on pursuing a 'no-strings' relationship? Was she just after sex? Did she want more from him than he was willing to give? Either way, he'd find out tonight. He grabbed a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the fridge and put it aside for later.

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James finished up his shift. Relatively quiet for a Friday, he was cleaned up and ready to lock up shortly after the last customer had departed. He checked his phone one last time before getting changed. Still nothing. 'Of course they're not going to be still going, Idiot! That pic came in before your shift started. They won't still be going at it now, will they? Will they?' He was genuinely intrigued. How long could they go on for if the mood took them? He pictured the two beauties cuddled together, exhausted, satisfied.

Snapping himself out of his daydream, he got his things together and locked up before retrieving his bike and heading the short distance to Char's flat.

When he was buzzed in, he made his way upstairs and once again through the Char's front door, left ajar for her late night rendezvous. He put his things down by the door, removing the bottle of wine, and made his way into the living room. "Hey Char, I've kept it as chilled as I...."

Charlotte was lying on her sofa, much like she was the first time he darkened this particular doorway, only this time rather than yoga pants and a sports bra, she was wearing a thick, fluffy, azure dressing gown. She was in the process of drying her hair as James walked in, tiny beads of water dripping down her neck and across her chest, James caught his breath as he watched one disappear down the canyon between her breasts. She looked incredible.

"Hi" she said, tilting her head to one side and smiling as she towelled her hair dry. "I'm sure the wine will be fine. Do me a favour and grab a couple of glasses from the kitchen for me will you?"

"Err, sure" James hesitated, straining to take his eyes off her as he retreated into the hallway. He grabbed a couple of glasses and headed back to the living room, where Charlotte had now made herself comfy on the sofa. She patted the cushion next to her, beckoning him to sit.

"Long night?" she asked as he poured her a glass.

"Long week!" he replied. "It feels like a lifetime since the last time I was here!"

"What's been happening? Giorgio's been busy?"

"Not really, it's just been everything outside of Giorgio's that's been sort of turned upside down" he said. "I was offered a job the day after I was here. Working in a graphical design firm. It's literally the dream job!"

"Ahh! Congratulations James!" she leant over and hugged him hard. The smell of her shampoo colliding with his senses. "That's fantastic news. Tell me all about it!"

James got Char up to speed about the job role and the interview. He told her how excited he was to finally be getting a break in doing what he had always wanted to do.

"So this Dany woman... Would she be the one that rocked your dreams the other morning?" she turned away, embarrassed for asking the question.

James didn't quite know how to respond, he decided to go with his gut. "Honestly, yeah, it was her" he stated. "I don't know what it was, but for the first couple of days after meeting her, I couldn't get her out of my head. I know this probably isn't what you want to her right now. Sorry"

"No, it's fine, James. I don't get why people get all bent up out of shape about dreams and fantasies. I had a dream the night we got together that I'd just been tied up and fucked by George Clooney, doesn't mean I wasn't happy to see you next to me when I woke up! End of the day, what goes on inside your head shouldn't get in the way of doing what's in front of you."

James was stunned, he had expected the third degree or something to that ilk. When he had talked with Julie and his other exes about his dreams, he had generally been given the cold shoulder if he'd admitted to dreaming about fucking other women. Plus, Charlotte had just told him that she dreams about being tied up and fucked! Add that to her reaction to being spanked the other morning and a plan was starting to form.

"So" she said, sipping her wine. "Asides from the new job and the sex dreams, what else have you been up to? I hear Julie's moving away. You must be thrilled about that!"

"I know I should be, but she came round the other morning" James said, his eyes casting down towards his glass.

"Oh yeah, what was she after?"

"She said she wanted to make amends before she left. Said she hated how things ended between us. I tried to shut the door on her." Saying it out loud like that made him sound like a right tit!

"Oh James, that's not like you. What happened next?"

"She put her foot in the door and told me she wasn't leaving till she'd made her peace. So I let her in and got her a towel - it was raining by the way"

"Uh huh?" He got the feeling she knew where this was going.

"When I came back from the bathroom, she was already wet and half naked. I not proud of what happened next."

"You fucked her didn't you?" she said softly. James nodded. "That's nothing to be ashamed of James. Don't forget, I've met Julie, if I went in to my room and found her standing there wet and naked, I'm pretty sure I'd have done something about it too!"

He laughed, picturing the scene. She was full of surprises tonight.

"Oh my god, you're getting a mental image of it, aren't you?!" She playfully punched him in the arm. "Pervert!"

"Hey, that was a pretty hot scene you've just brought me out of! I hope you've got something in mind to replace it!"

She looked him in the eye and stared him up and down, raising an eyebrow as she contemplated her options. "Maybe I do" she said, bringing a finger to her mouth before seductively tracing it down her neck and between her breasts. James sat back on the sofa and took a sip of wine. She took that as a cue to stand, her wet hair clinging to her neck. She ran her hands down the inside of her dressing gown, pulling it apart just slightly to give a tantalising glimpse of her bosom before letting the material close back up again.

Slowly, she started to untie the fluffy belt keeping the gown closed, putting some showmanship into it by twirling the ends around. as she went. Slowly the gown began to open. The amount of skin on display slowly increasing. Her gown caught teasingly on her breasts, keeping them concealed as her pussy was gently revealed in all its glistening glory. She walked back over to the sofa and straddled him. James just had time to put his wine glass down before she pulled him into a passionate embrace, her gown still magically covering the majority of her body.

James could feel her start to slowly grind on his hips through his shorts, cultivating his semi into something she could use. He put his hands or her hips and slowly raised them up her sides as their tongues began to intertwine. "I've missed this" she breathed between kisses. She gently leaned back and grabbed James' hands, bringing them to her shoulders. Not missing a beat, James hooked his hands under the soft material and guided them over her shoulders, the gown, gliding off her still moist skin and down to the ground. He took a moment to take her all in before taking his hands downwards to cup her small breasts, kneading them in his fingers as her hips resumed their assault on his crotch.

Charlotte leaned forwards to take James' mouth in hers, running her hands down his chest, lightly digging her nails in. She gripped to bottom of his t shirt and pulled it upwards. James was relieved Lauren's nail marks were no longer visible. That could have been a mood killer. As it was, Charlotte was looking to leave her own mark on his as she roughly ran her nails along his chest muscles.

James' hands made their way to her rear, kneading her gluten as they worked his crotch. He could feel the moisture soaking through his shorts. She was ready.

As if reading his mind, she kneeled up, bringing a nipple to his mouth whilst allowing James to raise his hips and slide off his shorts. Having freed his captive cock from it's confines, he ran his hands back up to her ass and began to guide it downwards onto him.

She paused as she felt his tip pushing up on her lips. Pulsing her hips, she began to raise herself up and down by an inch or so at a time, enveloping James's helmet before lifting back off. It felt amazing! She placed her hands on James' shoulders and looked him in the eye whilst biting her lip. She knew what she was doing to him, and she loved it.

After what felt like hours of teasing, Charlotte suddenly plunged herself down on his cock, taking it fully as she felt the wind escape her lungs. There she sat for a couple of moments, gripping him with her insides as she regained her composure. James couldn't help but feel turned on as he sat there, inside of her, neither of them moving. His hands gripped her buttcheeks again and slowly started to raise her up. Before his head managed to escape her, he thrust himself upwards into her, causing a slight tremor in her before she tried to lower herself back down on to him. 

She pushed him back with her hands on his chest, helping her to sit up at the same time. Slowly he resumed the hip grinding that had got him so hard moments earlier, this time without the interference of his cycling shorts. 

He was entranced, watching her toned muscles working as she worked him. Her small breasts jiggling slightly as she moved back and forth. Her breathes were getting shorter as she continued to get herself off on him. He got the feeling this was one of Char's personal kinks, to control her man, so completely, that she is able to get them both off without him doing anything. His mind drifted over to the small blue yoga mat in the corner, remembering how she'd tried something similar there the other night before he'd re-asserted himself. He wanted to see if she could manage it.

She continued her pace as James remained laid back, raising his hands to once more cup her breasts before pinching her nipples between his fingers.

Suddenly, she upped the pace. She began to raise herself from his lap again to provide some vertical movement to her action. James was still rock hard inside of her. Her hands moved from his shoulders to cup his jaw, pulling herself forward into a deep and lingering kiss before moving aside to nibble on his neck and ear. "Yes baby! That's it!" she breathed into his ear. He could feel her hot breath on his skin, her tongue flicking his ear lobe. Her pace increased still. "Yes!" she moaned. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

James could feel they were both incredibly close. Charlottes inner muscles had slowly worked James to the edge, and her breathing into his ear was sending him careening off over it. She picked herself up from his shoulder, looking him in the eye as she slammed herself down one last time, her mouth open as she breathlessly came on his lap. James couldn't hold on any more. The sudden pressure of her orgasm on his cock had the desired effect and he came hard inside her at the same time.

The pair just sat there, breathing and looking at each other as they recovered from their orgasms. Neither one knowing how to make the next move. James cupped her face in his hand and kissed her.

Slowly, she picked herself up off him before dashing to the bathroom to clean up. James just sat there, still in a daze, replaying the last 20 or so minutes in his mind. He heard his phone buzz. Reaching down in to the pocket of his shorts, he retrieved his phone and checked the screen.

"1 New Picture Message" - Lauren

He glanced up at the door to the living room as he clicked open. He couldn't stop himself. The picture opened.

For the first time, James saw Lauren completely naked. Taking a selfie (as always), she was naked from head to toe, her pale, lithe body perched enticingly on top of what he could only assume was Izzy's face, her now familiar perfect breasts staring up at the camera from the bed. He vaguely recalled being in a similar position to Izzy the other night. He clicked reply and set up his camera to get a good shot of his glistening cock. Charlotte walked back in the room, still naked, as he took the picture.

"What are you doing?" she laughed. "Are you taking a picture of your junk?"

'Shit!' "Err, kind of, yeah" he stuttered. "It's kind of a long story". He told her about Izzy and Lauren and showed her the pictures they'd been sending him.

"Wow, you have been busy this week, haven't you! I didn't think Izzy was in to that sort of thing" she said, staring at the most recent picture.

"Neither did she, til this week"

"So, you're going to be working with this other girl? When you start you're new job?" she asked.

"Yep, she's the receptionist. I'm not going to lie, it scares me a little how confident she is when it comes to sex. Izzy's not exactly inexperienced but she literally has her eating out of the palm of her... er, pussy!"

Char laughed at James' attempt at a metaphor. "She certainly is something!" she gushed, her eyes still fixed on the photo in front of her. "Did you send a reply?"

"No, I kinda got busted while I was taking the picture!"

"Ha, you really did. Let's see it!"

He showed her the picture of his cock with Charlotte's naked frame in the background. She stared at it intently. "You know, this is actually really good!" she said. "Send it!"

He was stunned. He looked her in the eye as he retrieved his phone and clicked send. She stood up from the sofa and retrieved her own phone. Telling James to remain seated. She took a quick photo of him sitting there with his cock in one hand and his phone in the other.

"What are you going to do with that?" He asked nervously.

"I've just sent it to Izzy." she said. "I know how much she'll appreciate what it's doing to you! Now, if you're quite finished, I still have some plans of my own for that cock of yours!" She slowly turned and sauntered out of the room, "and bring your phone."

He stood straight away to follow her, before realising that he still had his cycling shorts around his ankles. releasing his legs as ungracefully as possible, he left his clothes in the living room and followed her to the bedroom, where Charlotte had set another surprise for him.

She lay back on her bed waiting for him, hands placed above her head, a pleading look on her face. A glint of light from above her head caught his eye as he approached. He heard a gentle jingling of metal as she moved. She had handcuffed herself to the bed.

"Miss Younger, you do appear to have gotten yourself into some trouble here" he said, quickly assuming a character, he thought she'd respond to. "What am I to do with you?"

A slight smile quickly vanished as she tested the strength of the handcuffs by pulling sharply on them. She definitely wasn't going anywhere. "Please, let me go! I promise I won't do it again!" she pleaded. She'd put some thought into this.

"You know I can't do that, Miss Younger" he replied. "Not until I am satisfied that you have been suitably punished for your crimes!"

"Punished?" she asked "But what crime am I being punished for?"

James had to think on his feet, he knew not to go down the cliche or cheesy road, as it would only ruin her fantasy. "For the crimes of adultery, public indecency, and scandal, you have been sentenced to twenty lashes."

"Twenty officer? That seems awfully steep! Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to make you reconsider?" she opened her legs slightly and bent her left leg at the knee, offering James a clear view of her pussy.

"Young lady, I am an officer of the law, and as such will not be seduced or bribed into favouritism." he said sternly, approaching the bed. Grabbing her hip, he flipped her over so she was on her front. "On your knees!"

Her arms stretched out in front of her, she raised herself up onto her knees, trembling ever so slightly. James approached her rear end, gently rubbing his hand over one of her cheeks.




Moving On Ch. 05



"Now Miss Younger, you are going to count out the number of lashes after you have been struck. Is that clear?

"Yes, officer." she mumbled.

"If you mis-count, or if you are unable to call out the appropriate number in an appropriate time, you will receive an extra lash. Do you understand?"

"Yes, officer"

"Then lets get this over with."

His hand, still on her glorious bum, was withdrawn. He could see her tense in anticipation of what was to come. He spanked her, not too hard, but more forcefully that he would have described as playful.

She grunted. "One!"

His hand retreated again, this time pausing slightly longer before striking.

"Two!" her breathing was becoming audible.

His hand retreated again, shortly this time, trying to catch her unaware. She jumped as he made contact.

"Three!"

As he removed his hand, he could see the skin on her right buttock becoming inflamed and red. He metal decided that he would try and spread them out across both of her juicy cheeks. 'Slap!'

"Four!" she breathed.

'Slap!' "Five!" she groaned. 

James left his hand on her bum after the fifth strike, caressing the tender skin. He could feel Charlotte pushing back onto his hand. He removed it, lining up with her left cheek. He swung.

'Slap!' "Six" she squealed. Caught unaware by the sudden change in tactics.

James continued on the left. He could see that she was starting to get visibly wet as her punishment ensued.

'Slap!' "Seven!"

'Slap!' "Eight!"

'Slap!' "Nine!"

'Slap!' "Oww... Ten!". He reverted back to her right cheek. The searing pain shooting straight through her.

He paused slightly to make sure she was ok, allowing her to recover a little before he proceeded. 

'Slap!' "Ugh... Eleven!" she grunted.

'Slap!' "Mmmph... Twelve!"

He let his hand wander gently over her rear in between strikes, his fingers hovering over her exposed labia, teasing her. She was starting to struggle to stay in position, unable to hold her head and torso up for much longer. With his other hand, James tweaked a nipple "Stay in position Miss Younger, or we start from the beginning!" She shivered, goosebumps running up her arms and covering her buttocks. She straightened herself out and readied herself for more.

'Slap!' "Thirteen!" she stated defiantly.

'Slap!' "Fourteen!"

'Slap!' "Fifteen!"

'Slap!' "Nnnnngggg"

He paused, waiting for her to call it out. Her breathing had increased. She was struggling to stay still and was now actively fighting to stop herself leaning forwards. He raised his hand again.

'Slap!' "Nngg, Seventeen!" she grunted.

"Wrong!" James stated. 'Slap!' "What number are you on?"

"Sixteen!" she panted.

"Good, let's continue." He raised his hand again.

"Wait!" she cried. "Please? Please stop! I'll do anything!" She'd had enough, now for the next part of her act.

"Anything Miss Younger? What do could you possibly give me that would make me disobey a direct order?" Ok, that was cheesy, but at this stage she went along with it. She leaned forward, head biting into her pillow.

"You can have me!" she whispered. "Please, do whatever you want with me but please, I can't take anymore!"

His hand was still on her right cheek, gently kneading the angry skin. He slipped it in between her legs, gently massaging her now dripping vagina. She began to moan. "Is this what you want, officer?" 

He paused, trying not to make a sound. Holding out as long as he could, he leaned close to her ear and whispered "Yes" as he inserted the first finger into her. She gasped, pulling against the handcuffs again as he continued to explore her. He could hear her moans becoming more regular as he moved his index finger to put some light pressure on her clit.

Slowly, he moved behind her on the bed. She moved her hips back, expecting James to enter her. He was in no such rush. Instead, with a hand on each cheek, he pulled his face towards her and started raining kisses on her raw backside, circling each distinguishable hand print before zeroing in on his prize.

The first lick sent electricity up her spine. James mentally thanked the handcuffs for keeping her still. He quickly settled into a rhythm of pulsing his tongue into her, gently circling her sensitive lips between thrusts. Her moans were getting louder.

Removing his tongue from her, James knelt up and positioned himself behind her. He could hear the handcuffs jingling as she desperately wanted to use her hands. Placing his hand on his shaft, he teased her by rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance. He could feel her frustration rising as she started pressing back on him. He waited until she had calmed down slightly, the thrusted into her with all of his might. She cried out when James' thighs slapped against her pained cheeks. Normally, he would build up a rhythm but he decided to stay in character. He thrust into her hard and slow, savouring every cry and every squeal. "Count them out!" he ordered.

"One, ugh, two, ugh three..."

His hands were glued to her his as he pulled her back on to him, impaling her with his metaphorical nightstick. Her head dropped back down to the pillow as she tried to suppress her cries.

"Seven... Eight... Nine..."

They carried on going. Charlottes cries getting ever louder and more passionate. "Twelve... Thirteen... Fourteen..." James slapped her right cheek in-between thrusts, sucking the air out of her lungs. He paused, his tip just inside her, waiting for her to call the next number. She backed on to him, he mirrored her movement.

"Fiffffteen! Fuck!!"

James thrust back in as soon as the word escaped her pillow/

"Seventeen! Fuck! Eighteen! Fuck! NINETEEN! Fuck yes!"

'Slap!'

"Twenteeee!" she screamed into her pillow as she came. James pulled out and rushed to Charlotte's side to make sure she was alright. He brushed the hair out of her face as he comforted her. She rolled to the side and motioned for him to lie down. As soon as he was in bed, she surprised him by swinging herself back over on to her front, straddling him. She kissed him hard and dragged herself up his torso, before pushing herself down, pussy-first, taking James' still hard cock inside her without using her hands. She started to move her hips up and down, but James could tell she was tired. He reached forward and grabbed her hips, helping them move whilst moving his own to meet them halfway. He was so focussed on helping her move, that he didn't see her slip the handcuffs off.

She sat up, rubbing her wrists to soothe some of the aches of the handcuffs. James breathed in the view of her toned body resting on top of him, hips pulsing gently. She grabbed his left hand and pulled it over his head, 'Click', followed by the right, 'Click'. "My turn!" She grinned.

Pressing her hands down on his chest for leverage, she began to lift her hips up and down, riding him like a show pony. With his hands cuffed he was back to being a spectator. Quite literally along for the ride.

She picked up the pace. Her nails dug deeper into his chest, fighting for purchase. James could feel his climax rising. Charlotte pressed on. She leaned forward and kissed him, her hands holding his face in a vice like grip. Releasing her right hand, he began nibbling and kissing his neck. She breathed into his ear, "You're making me come again! I can feel it! Fuck me baby!"

James fought against the handcuffs, wanting to grab hold of her so he could get the necessary purchase to start fucking her roughly. She wagged her finger at him. "Tut tut" she said. "Such a naughty prisoner!"

'Slap!' She lightly slapped him in the face, enjoying his shocked expression. He stopped fighting. She started getting quicker, stronger. Her incredible muscles gripping every inch of him as she continued to ride him. She raised her hands above her head as she felt her own orgasm gathering pace (again).

"Yes James. That's it! I'm so close! Keep going!"

Her movements became more frantic. Her breathing irregular. She threw herself forward and kissed him passionately again, crying out into his mouth when a particularly strong jolt of pleasure rushed though her. She was driving him mad. He wanted to touch her. Feel her. Caress her skin. Grab her. Fuck her. "I'm coming!" he groaned.

Suddenly, she jumped off him and towards the bottom of the bed, grabbing his phone and placing it in his restrained hands. She took his cock and swallowed it whole, taking every inch. He knew what to do. Despite his disadvantage, he opened his camera and captured Char's head appearing from between his thighs, staring intently into the lens. 

'Click!'

He felt Char's tongue swirling against his tip, her hand unrelentingly wanking his shaft. Her hand went faster, faster again. Suddenly, she removed her hand and plunged her head down onto his, talking him to the back of her throat. He felt his balls tighten, sending a surge up his entire body, making every muscle tense at once. He came hard down her throat. Rope after rope, twitch after glorious twitch.

Charlotte didn't move. Her eyes were fixed upon his as he came down her throat. It was without a doubt, one of the most erotic things he had ever seen.

When Char eventually removed James' appendage from her mouth, it was already softening. She slowly made her way up the bed and released James' cuffs, before collapsing over him from exhaustion. "That was a lot of cum, officer"

"Just doing my duty, ma'am..."

They burst into a fit of laughter where they lay.



Moving On Ch. 06



Apologies for the delay with this next chapter. I decided to take some time off writing over Christmas. If you're new to this short series, I'd recommend reading back through the previous chapters but I've tried to make them stand up their own to an extent.

Hope you enjoy

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James was in autopilot as he cycled along the high street. He tended to let his subconscious drift when heading into work, but today he was on another planet. He contemplated the past few weeks and how much in his life had changed in such a short time.

Today was his last shift at Giorgio's. After such a long time serving at the restaurant, he felt guilty that he wasn't down about leaving, but he was beyond excited to be starting his new job at DDD on Monday.

He arrived at the restaurant, fastened his bike up as normal and headed in to get changed. Passing Izzy on the stairs, he couldn't help but smile as his mind replayed some of their previous encounters. He'd miss working with her, but knew that he'd still be seeing plenty of her, especially if she was still seeing Lauren.

Izzy and Lauren had been spending a lot of time together since James 'introduced' them a few weeks back. They weren't girlfriend and girlfriend, but they were certainly having a fuck load of fun together. Fortunately for James, he still regularly received evidence of some of their games in the form of picture messages. Unfortunately though, the girls had started using Snapchat, meaning that while he still saw the occasional flash of flesh, he would only get a quick glimpse before the picture was gone forever. It made the situation 100% hotter.

Not that James was going without any fun of his own. James had been spending a number of nights with Charlotte recently. He was quickly realising that Charlotte was using their relationship to experiment with a number of... kinks recently, and he didn't mind at all. He found that they were fast becoming good friends with each other, a revelation that surprised James at first. He had been worried that he would start falling for her, or that she would start to fall for him, but he found that the more time they spent together, and the more sex they were having, didn't change how he saw her. They wouldn't talk about their lives, their jobs or their troubles. He likened their relationship to that of gym buddies, meeting up and working out together, giving each other hints and tips on how to improve.

His shift went by quickly. As the fatigued groan of the final customers standing up signalled the end of his time behind the bar, he quickly cashed up and joined his colleagues for a goodbye meal. They talked, drank, and ate until they were all pretty merry. Izzy and Holly had sat at the far end of the table and were keeping mainly to themselves, but every now and then, James caught Izzy's eye from across the room, and she would send him a look that made his balls twitch in his pants.

James and Izzy hadn't fucked since the night she told him she was interested in Lauren, and had been pretty busy following up on that interest even since. She'd enjoyed her first encounters with Lauren so much that she had been starting to wonder if she was gay. However, having dragged James into the toilets at Giorgio's to test that theory, she soon realised that she was definitely still interested in men. The way she was looking at him tonight made him think she was returning to familiar pastures.

As the cheers and the laughter subsided and people started heading home. James locked up and headed over towards the toilets to get changed. Passing the door for the lady's restroom, he waited to see if Izzy was going to spring out of the shadows at him again. No luck. His head dropped slightly as he continued on towards the gents.

The restroom was illuminated by the silvery glow of the full moon outside. James began changing in front of the sinks as normal, trying to judge if he was too drunk to cycle home.

Light burst into the room as his phone started to buzz.

"1 New Snapchat received" - Izzy

James snapped up his phone and opened the app. Holding his finger to the screen, the image of a perfect little ass, framed in a white thong lit up his screen with a caption reading "Pants party invite", he chuckled to himself at the anchorman reference as he ogled the glorious curves on screen. The seconds ticked down and the image disappeared, saved only in James' memory. Maybe he wouldn't be cycling home after all.

He changed into his gear and exited the bathroom, taking one last look at the restaurant as he made his way downstairs to lock up for the last time. As he walked past the seldom used function room, he paused as he noticed a light on. 'Strange' he thought. The main lights weren't on, but he could see that one of the smaller lamps was on in the private seating area.

"Anyone there?" he called into the darkness.

Nothing.

He placed his bag down on the floor and slowly crept into the room, his mind telling himself that he was ready to strike if he came across burglars. As he approached the sitting area, he heard movement. 'Shit!', there was someone there.

He looked around for a weapon or something to defend himself, finding a pepper mill, he raised it above his head as he approached the entrance to seating area. Mentally preparing himself, he slowly peered around the corner...

He saw her feet first, closely followed by her long, slender legs. Maroon french lace panties partly covering a familiar tattoo on her hip. Izzy posed on the sofa at the far end of the room in nothing but a matching bra and panties and a devilish grin.

'Wait' he thought. 'Maroon?'

He almost jumped out of his skin as a slender hand reached around his waist from behind and gently squeezed his rapidly expanding cock. A second hand glided past his shoulder and down his back as a small frame emerged from the shadows behind him. Holly giggled at his reaction.

"We thought we'd give you a leaving present" she whispered, "something to remember us by."

As Holly walked by into the light, his suspicions were confirmed, she wore a matching set of white lace lingerie, perfectly framing her petite body. Her arse looked out of this world! Her blond hair was tied back into a ponytail which caressed the tops of her shoulders. The girls shared a look and a little giggle as James gormlessly soaked in the situation. Izzy hadn't yet moved or said anything, just lay still on the sofa in her seductive pose, enjoying watching events unfold.

"So what did you girls have in mind?" asked James, trying to hide how excited he was by playing it cool.

"Well, Izzy here has been telling me about your adventures a few weeks ago, and tells me you know just how to keep two women satisfied." Holly seductively replied looking over her shoulder.

James, to his credit, never saw it that way, he remembered having very little control over the events of his threesome with Izzy and Lauren, he just kept up the pace as best he could. He grinned as he recalled the night.

"Pretty confident isn't he, Iz?" Holly laughed.

"He's got good reason to be!" purred Izzy.

Holly turned and walked towards James, her eyes drawn to the now pronounced bulge in his shorts. She reached out and lightly brushed her fingers across the fabric and upwards towards his stomach, pulling his t-shirt up to reveal his stomach. "Mmmm" she purred as she let his t-shirt drop. "Someone's been working out!"

James' only work outs recently had been cycling and Charlotte, but he recognised that sessions with the latter had improved his core muscles substantially in recent weeks and he was starting to see tone around his waist. He made a mental note to thank her later.

Holly hooked a finger in his waist band and turned away from him again, leading him back towards the sofa and Izzy, accentuating her hip movements to show off her ass. Looking Izzy in the eye, the girls smiled knowingly and turned their attention back to James. "I think we're all wearing too much restrictive clothing here, care to help address that?"

James removed his t-shirt as quickly as humanly possible without ripping it from his chest. He grabbed Holly by the waist and pulled her back towards him as he leaned down to nibble her neck. Holly began grinding her ass against his crotch as a gentle moan escaped her lips. Izzy and James locked eyes as his hands made their way around her tiny waist towards her panty line. Just as James was about to send an exploratory finger towards her crotch, Holly leant forward, pushing back into James. Seeing the opportunity, he reached for her bra and released the clasps, watching the tiny garment slide elegantly from her shoulders.

Standing back up, Holly grabbed his hands and pulled them towards her exposed breasts. She was not the most well endowed of women, but her breasts sat perfectly on her chest, her nipples, the size of a dime, stood proudly as James' hands were guided towards them. He cupped her chest in his hands and began gently massaging her, running her hard nipples through his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze every now and then.

Holly reached her right arm up and behind James' head, guiding it back towards the nape of her neck. Taking her silent instructions, he kissed and nibbled at her neck and ear as she continued to grate against him. She stifled a low moan. Her left hand eased itself between them, reaching for his manhood. Giving it a gentle squeeze, she drew a deep breath from her prey.

James felt like he was about to explode as Holly continued to toy with him. He felt her hand massaging his helmet through his shorts, the soft fabric of his boxers enhancing the sensations tenfold. She slowly ran her right hand down from his neck, hooking her thumb into his waistline. She repeated the process with her left hand and paused, still facing forward. 

The tension was unbearable. James clamoured for relief. He wanted to bend her over and roughly take her over the sofa. His blood was boiling with lust, but he knew he had to sit back and be played with. That was what the girls wanted right now. To torture him with exquisite agony until he could take no more. Holly started to pull down on his shorts and boxers, forcing his trapped cock downwards with them. His cock battled against the coercion, fighting to stand proud and upright.

When Holly could push down no further, she bent forward at the hips to allow her arms to drop lower. When the shorts finally gave way. James' cock sprung back up, slapping Holly between her legs. The sudden shock of the impact on her moist taint almost bundled the bending blond over, but she managed to brace herself just in time. Standing back up, she finally turned to face him, peering down at his instrument.

Without saying a word, she leapt forward into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Kissing him roughly, she thrust her tongue into his mouth as she squeezed him tightly. James could feel her warmth dripping down from his stomach. Her light frame and small build meant that James was much better prepared to hold her up as his hands reached for her thong.

Pulling it out of the way, he positioned himself in front of her entrance and slowly lowered her on to him, making sure his hands had a firm grip on her tight arse. She bit down on his lip to stifle a moan as he entered her. Their eyes locked as he came to a rest inside of her. For a moment, they stood there, still, enjoying the feeling.

Slowly, James pulled himself out of her. Holly's legs started to twitch involuntarily as he eased back in. Her inner muscles were on lock down as gravity did its thing, pushing her down on to him. She wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck, burying her head in his chest.

James looked beyond her to the sofa, where Izzy had finally moved into an upright position, legs apart, gently massaging her clit through her panties with one hand and her right breast with the other. Her eyes were locked on Holly's ass. She was really enjoying the show.

James began to up the pace as Holly started to buck in his arms. Thrusting his hips up into her as his arms lowered her onto his cock. She leant back her head from its perch on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes again, biting her lip. "Fuck!" she cried. "That's so good!"

She plunged her tongue back down his throat, kissing with a strength and passion that was not lost on James. 'Was she always this intense?' 

As if on cue, Holly's insides clamped down upon his cock and her legs spasmed around his waist. She was coming... hard! She bit down on his lip and dug her nails into his back as she fought to regain control of her limbs. Slowly, she began to come down, releasing James from her clutches. She lowered an apprehensive leg towards the tiled floor of the function room, making sure that she maintained her balance before lowering herself down.

Breathing deeply, she continued to lock her eyes with James' not breaking contact with him for a moment as she lowered herself down to her knees. Taking his cock in her right hand, she ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft, tasting her own juices before tantalisingly brushing the tip of his member. Inhaling deeply, she pushed her head down on to his cock, engulfing it in her mouth. 

James' head rocked back as she took him to the back of her throat with an urgency that surprised him. It would not take long for Holly to milk him dry at this rate.

A muffled cry erupted from the sofa as Izzy found her sweet spot. Her bra straps were now around her elbows and her panties pushed to one side as she frantically toyed with herself. A gleam of sweat appeared on her brow that told James how hard she had been working. The sight of this gorgeous woman working herself up into such a frenzy over him was sending him over the edge.

A sharp grunt was all the warning Holly needed as James was pushed over the edge. Moving her head back and releasing him from the back of her throat, she collected every drop of his cum as his knees began to tremble.

As his senses returned to him, James surveyed his surroundings. Izzy was slowly slithering off the sofa towards them as Holly gulped down a mouthful of his jism. She beamed up at him from her position on the floor as Izzy reached her and tapped her on the shoulder. Holly turned to look at her colleague and was taken off guard as Izzy latched her lips to hers, passionately violating her mouth with her tongue. Based on Holly's surprised reaction, James guessed that this was the first time Holly had been kissed by a woman.

As Izzy drew back, Holly's face remained still and calm as if entranced, eyes still closed, still in shock. Izzy licked her lips. "Thanks for the taster, babe" she said, standing up and grabbing James by the hand. 

She led him over to the sofa and sat him down. James thanked his lucky stars for the respite for his poor legs. Izzy removed her sodden panties and kicked them off, before straddling him on the sofa. Despite still being in recovery from Holly's blowjob, James felt his cock twitch as she rubbed her moist vulva over him. She kissed him gently and sensuously, contrasting heavily to Holly as she slowly girated on his lap.

James enjoyed the feeling of her lace bra rubbing against his chest, but he wanted what was underneath them. He reached around and delicately unfastened the strained brassiere, watching it fall between them. As Izzy's remarkable tits sat invitingly in front of him, he latched onto her right nipple like a hungry child, playfully biting and squeezing as his hand massaged around it. She leant back to give him more freedom to devour her, grinding her hips down into his crotch. Her head dropped backwards over her shoulder as a low moan escaped her lips. They could both feel James' cock slowly stirring between them.

Holly rejoined the fray, emerging from behind Izzy and passionately kissing her again, seemingly returning the favour to her friend and colleague. They were both breathing heavily as they drew back from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their hungry mouths. Holly positioned herself behind Izzy, nuzzling her neck and running her hands up and down her sides, grabbing her waist. The feeling of being explored by two mouths and four hands was enthralling her as her sighs and moans increased in frequency. 

Izzy shot up onto her knees, forcing James to sit back, still with boob in mouth. His tongue was circling her left nipple while her right was being gently squeezed and pulled by the right. He knew at that moment he could die happy. He worried he might as he felt Holly's small hands caressing his recovering cock. Soaked in Izzy's juices, her hand seemed to slide right off his member as she started to work his shaft. He was still hyper-sensitive from her earlier blowjob, and each square millimetre of his cock tingled at her touch. He shuddered as her tongue made contact with his tip.

"Mmmmph" he mumbled with his mouth full. He was close to being ready to go again and he really wanted to be inside of Izzy again, but he didn't want Holly to stop.

Izzy, sensing his readiness, started to sit back down. Holly removed her tongue from James' tip and positioned his cock under her. He slide right into her until she was sitting on his lap. She placed her hands on his cheeks and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. As she drew back, she looked deep into his eyes and started to raise herself up and down on him. The two were in their own in their own little world as they gradually moved in and out of each other. His hands roamed and caressed her body as she started to bounce on his lap.

Out of the corner of his eye, James saw Holly removing her thong and join them on the sofa, sitting sideways on so that she could watch the action unfold in front of her. Adopting a similar position to Izzy earlier, she spread her legs and began to play with herself, biting her lip as she watch the live sex show in front of her.

Izzy turned to look at Holly as she continued to girate. Raising an eyebrow, she watched her friend masturbating as she enjoyed the show, and James knew that she was definitely interested in taking things further with her too. Right now, though, he focussed his attention on her, raising his hips to meet hers. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he upped the pace as the moist clap of flesh echoed through the room.

"Ugh!" she grunted as he pressed himself deeper into her. Her breasts were starting to jiggle as the speed of their union increased. "Oh... Ugh... Oh!" 

She was getting close. James' hands moved down to her arse, grabbing a globe each and squeezing them. He shuffled lower in the seat to get more purchase to thrust into her. Izzy stayed upright, raising her arms over her head and tussling her dark hair.

Holly had seen enough, she crept forward and placed her hand on Izzy's cheek, gently caressing her face before gliding her hand down her neck and over her chest, brushing her nipples with her delicate fingers. She continued lower until her hand was hovering around her waistline. Holly began rubbing her in small gentle circles, gradually moving lower and lower towards her target, brushing through the soft fur of her pubus. When her fingers reached their mark, James stopped her from bouncing and held her backside in place as he thrusted upwards. Izzy let out a wail as the combination of Holly's clit play and James' cock sent her over the edge.

"Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! NNNNNGH!!! YES!! YES! Fuck yes!!" she wailed as the combination of Holly's clit play and James' cock sent her over the edge.

James and Holly didn't let up as she convulsed in their arms, stretching her orgasm out as long as possible. By the time she came down, everyone was panting shallow breaths. Izzy rolled off James and lay naked on the leather sofa next to Holly as she regained her composure.




Moving On Ch. 06



Holly bent over to check on her friend as James sat up from his now slouched state. Turning to check on Izzy, he was greeted with the vision of Holly's, now bare, ass in front of his face. He was still hard, and decided to put it to good use.

Holly shot up as he felt James enter her from behind. She looked back over her shoulder and flashed him a devilish grin. Before he could start to build up a rhythm, Holly started to rock backwards and forwards on her hands and knees, her inner muscles tightening around James' intruding member.

James upped his pace to keep up with the diminutive blonde pocket rocket in front of him, trying to time his strokes with her rear thrusts to increase the impact of their joining.

"Ugh... ugh...ugh. Yes! That's good" she grunted. "Fuck me, James!"

He grabbed her by the hips and slammed himself into her!

"FUCK YES! Again!"

The sound of slapping flesh overtook the under current of grunts and moans as the pair continued to go at it. James continued to ram himself into her, giving in to his lust.

While James and Holly were going at it, Izzy had managed to manoeuvre herself under Holly's writhing body and now reached up to kiss her friend again. Hugging her tightly, the pair were rocked backwards and forwards by James thrusts as they embraced.

James could hear Holly's muffled cries as Izzy locked lips with her in front of him. The sight of the two friends being intimate spurred James on. He grabbed her hips harder and pressed himself further into her, drawing back further to increase the friction between the two. 

"Ahh!" she cried, breaking the kiss. She buried her head into Izzy's shoulder as her body started to seize up. She was on the cusp of orgasm, and James was close to following her. Izzy looked up at him from beneath Holly and grinned at him. He didn't know how she arranged his send off, but he'd had the time of his life.

Holly's orgasm hit like a tidal wave as she screamed into the sofa and locked her hips. James kept up the pace as he battled to reach his own orgasm. He pounded her incessantly as she continued to wail into the sofa cushion.

"Cum for us, James!" Izzy pleaded.

He withdrew from Holly and flipped her over so that the two girls lay side by side on their backs. Grabbing his cock, James beat himself off over them as he pushed himself to climax. Izzy reached for Holly and planted a deep and lingering kiss, while her hand caressed her body. Holly returned the embrace and ran began to caress Izzy's magnificent breasts. James pumped harder, faster. Fatigue flowing through him. He was close. His balls tightened. His vision started to darken and his knees began to buckle

"Fuck me, you guys are amazing!" James sighed as the first rope of cum shot out from his cock, showering the beautiful, flesh-coloured canvas beneath him. "This was some send off!"

"Mmmm" Holly purred, "If I quit tomorrow, can we do this again?"

The three naked waiters laughed as they lay back into the sofas to catch their breaths.

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James awoke the next morning to an incoming text message. Picking up his phone, he flipped over the case protector and turned on the display.

"2 New Messages" Izzy, Holly

He smiled to himself as he opened the messages. Holly's opened first.

"Hey hun, what a night! Remind me to get you to myself sometime! Iz can't have all the fun x"

'I'll take her up on that!' he thought. He had a feeling there was much more to Holly than what he saw last night, and that ass of hers was out of this world. He responded, "Hey there yourself! I still have that snapchat engrained in my brain! Whenever you need a one on one, you let me know. x"

He moved onto Izzy's text:

"Hey, I need some advice, can I come round to yours later for a chat? x"

He frowned when he read the text. He knew she'd been confused about her sexuality since their first encounter with Lauren. And last night's adventure will have done little to ease her mind. He replied straight away and told her to head on over when she was ready.

He looked at the clock - 7 15am - he sighed in disgust and rolled back over into his bed.

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He awoke again slightly later to the sound of someone knocking on the door. Rolling over to check his clock - 8 00am - 'Really! For fuck sake!' He just couldn't catch a break today. Groggily, he emerged from his bed and stubbornly plodded to the door. All his anger evaporated when he opened the door. Izzy was there, and she had been crying.

"Hey Iz, come on in" he sighed as the last of his anger disappeared. She made her way into to the flat as James held the door open. She took a seat in James' seldom-used living room. She was wearing a large over coat, but removed it to reveal a furry jumper over a dark grey pleated skirt. James realised at that point that he'd never seen Izzy dress casually before. "You want a drink, tea, coffee?" he asked, not sure on how to proceed.

"A cuppa would be nice, thanks"

James headed into the kitchen to put the kettle on and get a couple of mugs ready. He turned to walk back into the living room to check in Izzy but she was standing in the doorway. "So what's the matter, Iz? You've had me pretty worried this morning."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you, it's just... I don't... I don't know what to do." A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Come on now Iz, there's no need to cry babe. Come on, tell me what's going on?"

"I think I fucked things up with Holly last night." She sobbed. "I shouldn't have kissed her. She was all weird with me on the way home last night. Wouldn't say a word to me, couldn't look me in the eye. She arranged last night because she'd wanted you for ages, but didn't have the courage to ask you herself."

"Before this morning, I never knew she was interested" he admitted. "Why were you there though Iz? If this was supposed to be about her getting with me?"

"It was supposed to be about the two of you, but she thought you'd worry about hurting Mike's feelings unless the offer was just too tempting. I was just the bait to get you alone. But I couldn't help it when I saw you two together. I was so turned on!"

"I could tell" James grinned. "I thought it seemed to take her by surprise when you kissed her, but I wouldn't say she was put off by it. You two seemed pretty into it by the end"

"That's what I thought, too!" she cried. "As soon as we left though, she gave me the cold shoulder, and now I think I've ruined our friendship." Her eyeliner was starting to run, dripping down over her smooth olive cheeks and down her neck.

"It's not your friendship you're worried about, is it?" James asked, looking her in the eye. "You like her way more than that, don't you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Losing a friend sucks, but I've never seen anyone get this cut up over it unless they thought there was something more there. Guessing she has no idea?"

"She might have an inkling now" she sobbed. "What do you think I should do, James?"

"Well, you probably shouldn't call on the man who just had sex with the target of your affections for advice the morning after!"

A smile broke through her visage as she realised just how messed up the situation was. "You're a funny guy, James Sharp!"

"I try" he shrugged. "I find it's a good way to get beautiful women to sleep with me"

"Oh yeah? How's that working out for you?"

"You tell me!" The sobbing stopped as she played along.

The kettle was boiling in the background as James managed to calm her down. After a quick cuppa and a chat. James convinced Izzy to talk to Holly and work out where they stand. There was no use moping around pining after her, especially when, for all she knew, Holly was just as confused as Izzy had been after her first bisexual encounter. He decided that it was't a good time to mention his earlier text from her though. That wouldn't get him anywhere.

As Izzy got up to leave, she hugged him, lingering slightly longer than she should have. "You know, under different circumstances, I think I'd be falling in love with you James!" They both paused, slowly taking in what Izzy had just said. Cautiously, she drew back to gauge his reaction.

James was genuinely caught off guard. He had fought back feelings for her after learning of her relationship with Lauren, and while she was certainly still into men, he couldn't help but believe that she was leaning more towards the other team. "There's still time babe!" he laughed, slapping her on the arse. "I haven't given up on you yet."

She kissed him on the cheek as she left. Closing the door behind him, only then did he realise that he was still in his boxers, and that he was still sporting morning wood.