3 comments/ 15874 views/ 6 favorites My Diary: Pebbles on the Windowpane By: harmonyjones Another Harmony Jones story for you. I decided not to put this with the main story. This little reminiscence is worthy of its own post, separate from the story. This is about Tad; Harmony's boyfriend after Morrisson took her virginity. You don't have to have read the main story to appreciate this one. Just a little backstory tho: Harmony still lived with her mom and dad until she was 20. Her brother and sister are Iggy and Penny, respectively. In this story all three sibs still live at home and Harmony is 19. Tad is 21. BTW: Harmony Jones is only a half-fictional character, living a half-fictional life. I'll leave it up to you to figure out what's fact and what's fiction. Why don't you comment below and tell me what you think is made up and what isn't? ------------- taptaptap "Unngghh" taptaptap "Nuh uh..." taptaptap "That son of a bitch..." I got out of bed, crossed the cold hardwood floor and crawled halfway over my desk to look out my second-story window. I noticed the clock on my desk said 1:30 AM. He was back. I opened my window a little bit, just enough to get my head and shoulders out. I leaned out and waved. "Wanna come out for a little bit?" he asked. One hand was behind his back. "What are you hiding?" I asked in a loud whisper. Instead of speaking he simply moved his hand out from behind his back, grinning. There was a bag from my favorite sandwich shop and what looked like a forty or a bottle of wine. It was too dark and far away to tell. I smiled back and put my hand out, fingers wide, then closed it in a fist and opened it again. Ten minutes. I closed the window and started getting dressed. We'd broken up a year ago, but Tad was still coming over for sex. Sometimes he'd call or text me first. Sometimes he'd just show up and ring my doorbell out of the blue. Every once in a while, if it was late, he'd throw tiny rocks at my window until I came downstairs and let him in. I couldn't resist him. Even if I was dating other guys, if he showed up I would drop everything and go to be with him. I rarely had to though, since Tad preferred to come over late at night. I still lived with my parents and I wanted to be discreet (especially since Penny and Iggy were still living at home too), but that was all part of the fun for us. Tad and I had dated in high school. We broke up right before I graduated because he was always cheating on me. He was in college and was fucking more experienced girls, and some girls that were way too young for him to be legal, and everything in between. We stayed friends though, since we had the same group of friends and we didn't want to make anyone have to choose sides. I guess he was cheating on somebody else when he was visiting me in the night, but I didn't care. He was mine first anyway. Or that's how I saw it at the time. We'd started dating in high school because he loved Barbie doll types. I was very thin with big boobs and not much of a butt (I hit puberty late in life, and my boobs came about two years before my butt did) and I had dyed blonde hair. We were okay until I dyed my hair brown and Mother Nature decided to finally give me a sexy, full ass. (Helped along by all the squats I did in Phys. Ed.) But Tad wasn't into that for some reason, and started cheating with his "little Barbies" as I called them. But he had the same problem I had, he found those bitches were lazy in bed and couldn't give him what he needed. They couldn't give him what I could give him. Tad was insatiable. Maybe that's why I kept letting him screw me, because I was too. Once I got started I wanted to go all night, but I could also go months without sex and feel fine. Tad wasn't super good-looking (he was a pretty average looking tall, lanky, dark haired guy) or massively hung (it was a little above average size) but he really loved sex and made a real effort. At that point in my life, most of the guys I'd been with were lazy in bed, expecting me to do everything and never trying to pleasure me. Tad made sure I was fully satisfied before he tried to get off, but once he decided it was his turn he demanded the very best. It was always a workout with him. I'm pretty sure that's why I never put on the "freshman fifteen" when I went to college, because I sure as hell wasn't in the gym. Sex was my cardio. People love to brag about being able to have sex for hours or sext you about wanting to give you the best night of your life, but few can really deliver. If Tad said we were going to fuck for hours, we were going to fuck for hours. After we broke up and became "friends with benefits", we had code of discretion. Neither of us wanted our friends or anyone we might have been dating to know what we were doing. And we were over each other (and the past) enough to not care a lot or be too jealous. But we were still friends and we did still care about each other in that way. So our arrangement was really perfect and we definitely enjoyed it while it lasted. I rifled through my closet and drawers looking for something suitable to wear outside. It was September and so it was getting pretty chilly at night. I grabbed a white tank top (no need for a bra) and threw a thin Kelly green sweater over it. Then I grabbed my most comfy jeans and pulled them on over my panties, a plain cotton hot pink thong. I slipped on some Converse and headed downstairs on tiptoe. I stopped in the hall closet to grab a spare blanket, then made my way to the basement. I sneaked out the outside entrance to the basement, which was underground in a small stone terrace. I climbed the steep terrace steps, ran through the rose garden, and met Tad under my window. "Thanks for coming down." He said, hugging and kissing me on the forehead, cheek, and then lightly on the mouth. I took a moment to look him over. I hadn't seen him in a while except for a few minutes here and there in passing while out in town. He was wearing an old pair of jeans, a blue tee shirt, and a grey pullover hoodie with some sneakers. He looked comfortable and that's how I liked him best. "My pleasure." "Not yet, Dollface." He took my hand and led me down the long sloping hill in front of my house. It was colder than I thought it would be, but we were taking long strides to get down the hill. Soon we began to run, exhilarated by the danger of getting caught out so late and what we knew we were about to do. When we reached the street we started laughing loudly, just from the thrill of being alone in the middle of the night, just from knowing we'd gotten away successfully, just from being young. We crossed the street and came to the huge cemetery, we didn't want to walk around because it was so large, we decided to just walk through. Yeah, I lived across the street from a cemetery and before you start wondering: yes, I saw ghosts, and no, I never had sex there. We walked carefully through the cemetery (it had an alarm system in case of grave robbers and vandals) and made it through to the other side. We crossed the next street and came to another row of houses, just like the street I lived on, which was on the other side of the cemetery. We walked up a steep hill to the end of the row of houses towards a wooded area. The woods went on for a couple of acres and separated the cemetery and residences from the subdivision and apartments nearby. At the opening of the woods was a clearing, which was where we were headed. We were on a mountain and the clearing had a nice little view of town and the lights at night. There were trees and some shrubbery in the shape of a semi-circle by the road which were thick enough to block us from view to anyone looking out the windows in their homes, or driving by on the street. Nowadays, I cringe to think of how reckless I was... because it turned out that clearing and the adjacent woods was often used by vagrants. I can't tell you how many times we both had a feeling we were being watched, or heard noises like voices or footsteps. But we usually decided it was nerves or the ghosts and laughed it off. Probably the homeless hidden in the trees were getting a free show night after night. We found a spot in the nook just outside the tree line. Open enough to see the view, but hidden from the road. I spread out the blanket I brought and Tad opened the bag and got out our sandwiches, fries, and coleslaw. Then he opened a forty of Smirnoff. The last thing he did was light two tealight candles and set them beside our blanket on the grass. We didn't need them to see because we were close enough to the streetlights, but I guess Tad was trying to be romantic. He wasn't a wham, bam, thank ya' ma'am kind of guy. He told me that got off on mutual pleasure and excitement, and there was no fun in just getting off quickly. He said it was all about the chase, and that for him the orgasm was like turning the last page in a long book and then closing the cover with satisfaction. We dug into our sandwiches like kids opening gifts on Christmas morning. He ate a turkey club and brought a French dip for me. "It's sweet that you remembered!" I said, smiling as I carefully opened the container of steaming au jus. He grinned back at me. "I could never forget that you love these things. I've watched you eat too many of them. Where did you learn your table manners?" I laughed. "Hey now, I have manners. I can be really ladylike and prim when I want to be. I just lose control over certain things." He smirked and said, "I know that's right." After a few bites I changed the subject by saying, "So, it's been a few weeks. I was starting to wonder when you would be coming back. Lucky you, I just got off my period. You need to start calling or something and asking before you just show up out of the blue. I might be on it one day and you'll be out of luck." He gave me a smartass look and said, "It takes all the fun out of it to call and ask beforehand. If that ever happens I'll just fuck your ass instead." "Um. No you won't." "Why not?" I laughed like I couldn't believe he was serious, "Because you know I don't do that." He looked down at his sandwich and quietly said, "That's not what I hear, Harmony..." My eyes got big. Who the hell was talking about me? I got mad. "What the fuck do you hear then?" "Ben says you let him do it." Tad looked jealous and pursed his lips. He'd even stopped eating. He cracked open the forty and chugged a little of the cheap booze. "Ben's pretty much been telling anyone who will listen that he fucked you up the ass." Tad looked pissed. I got really angry to hear that Ben was bragging about things we had done in the bedroom. I almost asked what else he'd been spreading around town, but decided not to. There was nothing I could do about it anyway. I sighed and told Tad, "Uh, Ben is my ex boyfriend. Not just a fuck buddy." "I'm your ex boyfriend too." "He was still my boyfriend when it happened!" I was beginning to get shrill. I hated when that happened and Tad could always bring it out in me. I was starting to act like a whiney teen. I knew if I kept it up, Tad would just leave. He wasn't my boyfriend anymore and had nothing invested in our relationship, so he wouldn't sit there and argue with me. I was afraid to lose control and start fighting, I hoped I could make Tad listen to me. Why was he being so jealous? "We've known each other way longer than you have known Ben! You trust me more. I know you do." "Okay look... One, Ben's got a short and skinny little pencil dick. I let him put it in my butt ONE TIME because I knew it wouldn't hurt. Two, you take forever to come. I wouldn't be able to walk the next day if I let you!" I hoped maybe this little compliment about his size would make him feel better, it sort of worked. "Suck me off first then." Tad had a naughty gleam in his eye and was smirking at me again. I could tell our fight was already over. I knew he wanted me too much to keep arguing. "No, Tad." "Think about it." "If you wanna fuck me in the ass you are gonna have to do better than sandwiches and Smirnoff. I deserve oysters and champagne for that shit." I giggled and took the forty from him and chugged some too. I was done eating and starting to get wet from the naughty conversation. "It's a deal. But what are we gonna do tonight?" Tad was scraping the last of the coleslaw from its styrofoam bowl with a plastic fork. He took the forty as I passed it and took some sips. "Are you trying to get me drunk, ma'am?" "Yes I am, sir." I giggled. I helped him clean up the mess we'd made with our late night snack, then smoothed the blanket down again. Tad laid down on his back with his elbows splayed wide, his hands under his head. I was starting to feel chilly so I snuggled next to him. He halfway sat up on his hip to meet me and put one arm around my body. I found that perfect spot in the crook of his arm and laid on my side too. I lifted his chin with my finger and brought his face close to mine. "First, I think we should kiss." He had not shaved in about two days, so his stubble was scratchy on my smooth skin. He kissed me lightly at first, just peck after peck, but steadily grew more fierce. Eventually he was biting my lips, sucking my tongue, and (my favorite) running his tongue under my lips and over my teeth and gums. He explored my mouth with his tongue. Then his kisses began to travel to my ears. He licked and nibbled my lobes and cartilage, then began to lap the area behind my ear under my lobes. Such a sensitive area! My panties were soaked at this point. In one long stroke of his tongue he licked from under my earlobes, down my neck, and to my collarbones. I was very thin so my collarbones were prominent. He loved them and kissed them and my shoulders until the skin was growing red from his scratchy stubble. I was finally getting warm so I took off my sweater. My white tank top was underneath and I had no bra, which was apparent at once because my nipples were so hard. Tad bit them through my tank and then lifted the fabric just enough to lick my nipples for a little bit, and get a good look. My nipples were very hard and the areolae, which were normally a pale pink, seemed a bit darker as if they were blushing. He pushed my breasts together to form cleavage and buried his face between the soft mounds in his hands, mumbling something about "nice soft titties..." Then he noticed I was shivering so he pulled the tank back down, and handed my sweater back to me. "No" I whispered. "Just warm me up instead." I was arching my back beneath him, my hips grinding against his. I didn't want to wait any longer. Tad did not need to be told. He was already yanking off my shoes and unzipping my jeans. He lay between my legs and started to touch me on the outside of my wet panties. "Oh... Harmony..." He gasped, "If I didn't know any better I'd almost think you pissed yourself..." he laughed at his joke. "Do you know how wet you are?" I just nodded, wanting him to hurry up and take my panties off. But he said, "I don't think you do..." and he took my hand and made me feel the outside of my thong. I couldn't handle it anymore, so I plunged my fingers under my panties and into my aching hole. I could already feel my walls clenching around my fingers. Tad pulled my hand away and stuck my fingers in his mouth. "None of that tonight, Dollface." He removed my panties with his teeth and nibbled my thighs and legs all the way down. Then he spread my legs wide and used his fingers to spread open my lips. I was so wet that I could smell my own hot cream from where I lay. Tad inhaled deeply and with relish, the way people do when they enter a bakery or doughnut shop. He began to take quick hard strokes with his tongue, starting from my perineum to the top of my mound where my little landing strip began. Up and then back down again in one long stroke. After I was panting and my hips thrusting eagerly, he suddenly stopped, and began torturously licking my labia very gently. He did this for several minutes, ignoring my dripping opening and my clit completely. I was almost ready to cry with desire before he finally inserted his pinky finger into my pussy. It was only his pinky but I was so wet and swollen with need that his smallest finger nearly made me come. As he very delicately and slowly fucked me with his pinky finger, he licked my clit in circles, then in a zigzaging motion as if drawing a letter Z across my clit over and over as fast as he could. He would do circles for a few minutes, then back to zigzaging. All while fucking me with his pinky. After a little bit he used his index finger and began to swirl his finger around inside me, instead of fucking me in and out. As he did this he made more hard strokes with his tongue like before, but only on my clit. First he would stroke vertically, then horizontally. After a while he used his index and middle finger to fuck me, still swirling. I could feel that I was nearly ready to come, and I think he could too. He took his fingers out of me and licked them as I watched, open mouthed. "Please..." I begged, and shut my eyes tight. Then he began to suck my clit and lick around my opening where he'd been fucking me. Again, I was nearly ready to cry. I was begging for him to make me come. He'd made me wait so long already. I couldn't stand it anymore. At last, he placed his index finger inside me again and made a sort of hook with his finger pointing up towards my bellybutton. He searched for my g-spot and knew at once when he found it because I began squealing like I was being burned. He started to lap my clit again with his tongue, swirling it hard and flat in a circular motion. Not long after I started coming. I could not make much noise, I could only squeak a little and gasp. My orgasm was so explosive that I could not control my hips, they were bucking all over and my legs were shaking, kicking at the blanket. I finally could not take anymore and pushed Tad's head away with my knee and lay shuddering in a fetal position for several minutes, writhing and moaning in my own little world of pleasure. Tad did not want to wait anymore. As I was recovering from my climax Tad undressed himself. He said nothing, but while my eyes were closed and I was inside my own head, I suddenly felt his cock pushing on the outside of my barely parted lips. I opened my mouth to allow his entrance and closed my mouth around him, letting him fuck my face as I lay on my side. I opened my eyes and realized that he was kneeling partly over me and partly beside me, which did not look comfortable. I kept him in my mouth as I got up and sat on my knees in front of him so he could stand. I was very still while he gently fucked my mouth, but I did play with his balls with my right hand and run my fingers up and down his ass crack with my left hand. When he began to groan I made him lay down, and I knelt over him playing with his balls with one hand while I pumped the shaft of his prick with the other. I licked and sucked his head as I did so, and soon he was coming in my mouth. His face was red and he was moaning for me to swallow it all, which I did. We both lay side by side in a spooning position and cuddled for warmth in the afterglow of our exertions. A few minutes later I started to feel tired and sleepy and began to drift off. But Tad wasn't done yet. As if from miles away, I heard him unwrapping a condom and heard the latex stretching down over his cock. As I lay there on my side, I suddenly felt him placing his hands on my hips, "You can stay just like this if you want." He laid back down on his side in the same spooning position. Then he entered me, slowly at first, for only a couple of strokes. He took at least seven or eight seconds to go from the tip of his penis to the very root of him. I thought maybe he was in the mood for a long, slow screw. I was wrong. As soon as I started to think he wanted to go slow, he started pounding me as fast as he could. He was yanking my hips back onto his cock and he thrust his own hips forward as quickly as he could. I was so surprised I screamed out and couldn't stop. If there had been vagrants sleeping in the woods, they weren't sleeping anymore. Soon, he slowed down again to an excruciatingly slow pace. He would push inside as deeply as he could, then slowly pull completely out while holding me open, admiring the gaping hole left between my legs by his dick. After what felt like forever, he would plunge back in. Then pull out. I begged him to go faster. My Diary: Pebbles on the Windowpane "You want it fast?" He slowly, slowly pushed inside me, once he was in as far as he could go, he pulled out again as quickly as he could. He did that at least ten or fifteen times before reversing it and quickly jamming into my pussy and then taking his sweet time to pull out. This was beyond my patience. I squirmed away from him and sat up. He gave me a look as if he knew what I would do, and he probably did know, and he had planned it all along. I suppose he wanted to torture me until I lost control and wanted to take over. I pushed him down on the blanket, sat on his cock, and began riding it as hard as I could. I was riding him and grinding on him as he touched my breasts or clit or ass. Whatever he felt like. I was loving it, I fucked him as fast as I could while I ran my fingers through my hair and pulled. Then he sat up with me and we rocked back and forth, feeling waves of my growing climax beginning around his cock. He knew I was going to come soon, so he rolled me to my back and spread my legs wide, with my knees as close to my ears as he could get them. He thumbed my clit as if he were strumming a guitar quickly, and fucked me as deep as he could. He kept up a steady rhythm, not too fast or slow, and felt my orgasm building, my pussy tightening around his cock and becoming wetter and wetter. I was letting out high pitched squeals and squeaks with each thrust. Finally, I could feel a pressure building. It seemed be begin down below and was climbing to my chest. I was extremely silent with concentration and holding my breath. I was coming so intensely that I did not move, I was as still as I had ever been in my life as Tad worked my body and made it do his will. My pussy clenched down so hard that Tad was squeezed out and could not penetrate me for a moment. After he was back inside me, I began to shake with pleasure and relief and I finally breathed again. Once more I found myself in a fetal position, Tad still inside me. Tears were coming from my eyes; it was such an immense release. Tad gave me a moment, but it was only a moment. Once I was no longer shaking he was ready to get started again. I felt him swipe his finger against my moist cunt. He was noticing that I'd gotten even wetter. He roughly flipped me over on my belly, and before I had time to think he started fucking me again. This time it was all for him. He didn't bother trying to tease me anymore. He was ready to get himself off. But he'd already come once before, so he squeezed my legs together to make my pussy as tight as he could, and fucked me as hard as his body would allow. I knew that by now his poor knees had to be tired, but he was past the point of noticing. His only awareness was of his need to reach orgasm. He was fucking me hard that I was scooting across the blanket and into the grass, my face and chest getting rubbed in the dirt. I didn't care, because I was coming again too. This time it was a long orgasm of gentle pulsating waves, relaxing me more and more. Finally, Tad came. I felt the end of condom ballooning against my cervix with his load, and the slimy wad being pulled along with his dick as he exited. We somehow fell asleep while cuddling after we dressed. When we woke up the sun was rising, but the sky was still a deep purple. Dew had fallen and we were both damp and cold. Our limbs were aching from sleeping on the hard ground. We said nothing to each other, we didn't have to. I laid on his chest as we both watched the sun rise for a little while, drinking the last of the Smirnoff. Silently we cleaned up and folded up the blanket, and silently we walked back to my house. Tad walked me back up the hill and to the underground terrace entrance to the basement. He held me and kissed my hair before letting me go inside. Silently, we parted. It was another month before I saw Tad again. At about midnight I received a text from him which was just a smiley face, and a quick note telling me to wear "something hot" and to be ready in an hour. It was a weekend so my parents were still awake. I told them Tad was having trouble with his new girlfriend and needed someone to talk to. I said he was picking me up and I didn't know when I'd be back. I don't think they bought it, but I didn't care. I was going to the trouble of lying so they acted as if they believed me. I rushed through a shower and shaved my pussy. I put on a little makeup; just mascara, eyeliner, and lipgloss. Then I dressed. I found some lingerie that Tad hadn't seen and put that on under jeans, a light blue tank top, and a soft grey sweater. I threw on my Converse again and grabbed a few things to put in my purse. Not long after, Tad rang the doorbell. I told my parents not to wait up, and Iggy and Penny smirked at me as I ran out the door. Tad was wearing almost the exact same thing he'd worn the last night that we'd spent together. He looked comfortable and sexy, with some rough stubble and tousled hair. We just hugged for now, in case Iggy and Penny were being nosey. They knew some of the same people we did and didn't want anyone talking. Tad opened the door to his car (an early nineties Accord) and I got inside. Once we were out of my driveway we kissed a couple of times and relaxed. "Where are we going?" "The Renaissance." "Ha, Ha. Very funny. Where are we going?" I fiddled with his heating controls and started to look through his cds. "The Renaissance." Was Tad playing some kind of joke on me? "The hotel? The one they just built?" "Yes." Tad looked like he was getting annoyed now. I could not believe him. "Yeah, um. It's like three hundred a night there." Tad nodded. "You said to do better than a sandwich and Smirnoff." He looked at me with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. He'd been serious about the anal. It took me no time at all to realize that was what he was after and I started freaking out. "Oh no... Tad..." I was terrified to do anal with him. He was so much bigger than Ben, and I hadn't enjoyed it with Ben very much. "I don't know about this..." I almost asked him to turn the car around and take me back home. Tad stroked my leg, "Look, let's just try... and if you don't like it and want to stop then that's fine. I just don't think its fair that you haven't given me a chance." We were at a red light so he looked over and gave me a long, pouting look. That sounded like an okay idea, but I was still scared. "But why me? I'm sure there are other girls who wouldn't mind if that's what you're in the mood for..." The light turned green. Tad was completely silent and was biting his lip. "What?" He concentrated his gaze on the road ahead, never glancing at me. "I don't want them. I want you." His voice was hard, with a touch of bitterness. "Is this because of Ben? Because I told him if he didn't shut his mouth about me then I would unload all his personal shit to everyone we know. He said he was sorry so I think you need to let it go." Surely if I could get over Ben gossiping about my butthole to all our friends, then Tad could get past it too. Tad laughed. "Partly. But... I've never done it before and me and you have a history and... you know? It's not fair for Ben to have something I don't." This was actually really sweet, even if it was a slightly childish. I felt really special and close to Tad then, because that meant he wanted me to be the the first. He was not an emotional or mushy sort of guy and I knew it was a huge deal to admit something like that to me. Plus I knew that he'd been with a lot of girls, and I wondered if he was saving anal play for someone special. Someone like me. Maybe it was because I just gotten off my period again and I was hormonal, but I almost cried a little bit, but that would have ruined the flirtatious mood. I held back and didn't say anything for a little while. "I guess we can try. You have gone to a lot of trouble... and spent a bunch of money... I just hope you think it was worth it tomorrow..." He grinned and said, "I know I will." I was glad that he felt confident, because I sure didn't. But I decided to at least let him try, especially since I knew he must have saved up since our last encounter in order to afford the hotel. He was still in school and barely making enough money to pay his own bills working as the assistant manager at a paint store. I thought it was sweet that he was giving me special treatment. Ben had just bent me over his mom's couch... Tad could be very romantic if he wanted to, but I no longer expected it since we were just friends. I was kind of excited about staying the night at the newly built hotel. The Renaissance was the first "fancy" hotel near our small town, and we had to drive about thirty minutes out of town to get there. It was built near a golf course and everyone had heard how nice it was. To us, it was a big deal because the nicest restaurant in town was the chain steakhouse, and the best hotel was the Holiday Inn. I wished for a moment that I wasn't with Tad, since I wanted to be able to brag about it a little bit to my girlfriends. When we arrived I wanted to walk around the lobby and explore the hotel, but Tad said he didn't want to wait any longer. Maybe he wanted to get his money's worth for the room. We went straight up to our room, which overlooked a lake by the golf course. We stood and watched the waterfowl gliding in the water under the moonlight. It would have been really sweet and romantic if we'd still been a real couple. The room was the largest hotel room I'd ever been in. There was a bedroom area, a small office/living area, a balcony, and a huge marble bathroom. We had a king size bed, a mini fridge, and bar. I figured out that Tad had already been to the room and had it stocked. There was a new box of condoms and a new bottle of lube on the bedside table next to a bottle of champagne on ice. In the fridge I found two dozen raw oysters with lemon wedges and cocktail sauce. On top of the fridge were some crackers and a bowl of cut fruit. I was speechless at first. I just kind of stood in the middle of the room looking around, holding the platter of oysters. I couldn't believe Tad had been to all this trouble but I also was having a hard time believing he'd actually listened to me and remembered. He'd been so insensitive and forgetful when were dating. Tad was laughing, "You get what you ask for." He chuckled. I was a little irritated so I got kinda mean, "I'm sort of wishing you weren't a lying, cheating bastard now... Look at how romantic this is. It's a shame you didn't do things like this when we were together." I touched a red ribbon tied cheekily around the box of condoms. "Aw, how sweet..." I picked up a lavender scented candle next to the condoms and lube. "Candles too. You've outdone yourself." Tad didn't take the bait. He was used to me being like that since we did nothing but fight when we were a couple. He'd worked too hard arranging everything to start fighting with me. He also knew exactly what to say to get my mind off an argument. "Ah, Dollface... if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all. Maybe I should put something in your mouth to keep all those insults from coming out..." I liked it when he called me Dollface, and now I felt bad for being mean. I had to give Tad a little bit of credit for not denying his lying and cheating. I supposed maybe he knew he'd been an asshole to me before, and was trying to make it up to me. I gave him a sly look and said, "After the oysters." He smiled (and I knew I was forgiven) and we helped ourselves to the raw oysters and drank the champagne straight from the bottle. Tad had forgotten to get glasses in all the excitement of his preparations. After we'd been fed and watered, we cuddled and teased each other on the bed for a little while. Tad was trying to break the tension to stop me from being scared of what was to come. He was tickling me and telling me cheesy kids' jokes, like the ones on popsicle sticks. Then, while I was giggling and not paying attention, he took my face in his hands gently, and started kissing me very slowly and delicately. He kissed me as if I were made of something fine and breakable, like too much pressure would cause me to crumble in his arms. With his fingers he massaged my scalp and ran them through my hair, then deftly stroked my skin from behind my ears all the way down to my collarbone. I was shivering with pleasure, and a little anxiety. Then Tad looked into my eyes and whispered, "I hope you know me well enough by now to know that I want you to get yours before I get mine." I bit my lips and just nodded my head. I was secretly wondering, since anal sex seemed to be a big deal to him. I was afraid that was all he wanted to do. I knew there was no way I could orgasm from anal sex alone. I felt relieved that he wanted to make me come first. "What's your biggest fantasy?" he asked me, whispering in my ear. Well, my biggest fantasy at this point was to be with another woman. I felt I was definitely bisexual at this point even though I'd never been with a woman sexually. The furthest I'd ever gone was kissing girls for dares when drunk at college parties. My favorite game was called Dirty Chicken. Two girls or two guys would kiss and make out, and the first to pull away was the loser. It was the only way I could make out with a girl with people still thinking I was straight. I'd get to grope a breast or cop a feel of a soft ass, but that was the limit. I always tried to lose Dirty Chicken so no one would be in doubt that I was straight. I'd even pretend to protest when someone would suggest playing. Saying stuff like, "Gross, not that one again!" or "You filthy minded boys just want to watch two chicks so badly you're willing to kiss each other just to get a free show... Just watch a porno already!" I just hoped that no one saw right through me. I had a feeling that maybe some people could tell... especially the girls I kissed, judging by the way they'd look at me afterwards. I wanted to confide in someone, and with Tad asking me about my fantasy and knowing I was about to let him go further than ever with me... I just couldn't stop myself from telling him. "Um... well I know this sounds bad, but... I've kind of always wanted to be with another girl..." "That doesn't sound bad. It sounds natural... and hot." He bit down on my neck, and was starting to remove my sweater. We'd taken off our shoes when we first got to the room. He was pulling off his hoodie now. I blushed. "I think about it a lot..." Tad frowned. "Then how come you never let me have a threesome with you? I told you Ashley was up for it! And Christina said she'd do it too!" I covered my eyes with my hands. The champagne and making out had loosened my tongue. Tad begged me for months to have a threesome with him. He promised he'd stop cheating, he promised everything under the sun. I wouldn't do it. I was too jealous. I didn't want another girl fucking him, and I certainly didn't want my first time with another girl to be a shared experience. "Well, for one thing Ashley's not my type-" She was decent looking but had a horrible personality and was a real bully. I didn't want to be with someone like that. "So you have a 'type' now?" Tad interrupted. "-And Christina was your ex before me! I was jealous of her and also she's the town bike. I'm not getting sexual with her without a hazmat suit." "That's pretty fucking bitchy of you..." Tad obviously didn't care how big a bitch I was, since he was starting to take off his own pants and shirt. I uncovered my face and sat up to look him right in the eye. I didn't like being called a bitch, and I guess I was trying to prove a point. "Yeah. Okay maybe, but that's not the main reason. I don't want to share. I want her all to myself." I covered my mouth with my hands. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to take them back. I wanted to crawl under the bed and never come back out again. Tad swallowed hard and just stared at me. "You like girls." I shook my head and bit my lips. "I dunno..." I did know. I so knew. Anyone looking right at me would have known I was lying. I was blushing and felt so humiliated. Tad said nothing at first, he just stared at me like he was seeing me for the first time. Then I saw something change behind his eyes, as if a button had been pressed a new thought process had begun. Still silent, he started yanking off my clothes. "That is the hottest thing you have ever told me..." He attacked me with kisses and was biting me as he undressed me. Finally my pants and tank top were in the floor. I was only in my bra and panties and he was in his boxers. Tad took a moment to look at my lingerie. "Ooh... well, I did tell you to wear something hot..." I did. I was wearing a lilac satin bra with a front fastener (he loved front fastening bras) that had a little bit of ivory lace trim around the top of the cups. My panties were full backed hipster style of matching lilac satin with an ivory lace panel right in front, showing off my new pubic hair design. Instead of a landing strip I'd shaved a little triangle, like a slice of pie. They were made to look like a modern twist on vintage 1930's lingerie. The effect was a subtle, ladylike sexiness. The back of the panties had a little ruching down the center, to draw the fabric tighter over my ass, making it look even more plump and delicious. Tad was still into women with tiny asses but I thought that for this special occasion, he might appreciate someone with a little more softness to enjoy. I was right. He took my hand and helped me stand up next to the bed. He made me turn around several times. I let him take a couple of Polaroids (phones didn't have cameras yet) and then he laid me back down on the bed, kissing and biting me all over my body. "Well, now that I see you like this I'm almost sorry I don't have a pussy. Got any fantasies I can actually help you with?" I had a ton of them, but I thought about one that we could actually do in the hotel room. "I've never had sex in a shower before... and the one in our bathroom looks really big..." Tad just smiled and pulled me off the bed, leading me to the bathroom. The counters and shower stall were a pale pink and white marble, with shiny chrome taps. The shower was encased in perfectly clear glass, and had a little marble seat. He started the water and found the right temperature. He played with the settings on the shower head (a really large circular shower head with six or seven different modes) and found one which was like soft rainfall. Then came back out and started to undress me. He unclasped my bra and pushed the straps past my shoulders, it fell to the floor. He played with my breasts a little bit and then hooked his thumbs around the sides of my panties and pulled them off me. He kissed me back up my legs, but avoided my pussy, which was getting wetter. I knew I would be dripping down my thigh soon. I knelt down and took off his black cotton boxers. Just as I was about to reach for his penis he stopped me. "Not that I don't want you to, but... let's wait." I just smiled and stood up and we both walked into the glass shower stall. The glass was already steaming up, and the mirrors in the bathroom were beginning to get foggy. "Have you ever had sex in a shower?" I asked him. It was my first time. Usually with my boyfriends we were having rushed sex pretty much everywhere except a bed, since I lived with my parents and a lot of the guys I went out with lived with theirs too. I longed to have a slow, leisurely fuck in a steamy shower. It seemed like it would be so relaxing, and in movies it looked so hot. "I have..." he said nervously. I think he was afraid I'd be jealous if he admitted it wasn't the first time. I started kissing him and touching him under the water. I loved watching the droplets mist his hair and eyelashes. His chest hair was beginning to get wet. I touched it and then wrapped my arms around him to squeeze his butt. I kissed his neck and ears. "With who?" My Diary: Pebbles on the Windowpane He was getting hard and moaned softly as I nibbled his neck. "Uh... a couple girls..." "Who was the best?" Now he was rock solid. He turned me around and pulled me to him, my back pressing against his chest and my ass cheeks pressing on his cock. "You don't know her." "Describe her." He was feeling my wet breasts, pinching my nipples hard. Then he began massaging my shoulders and neck. "Her name was Rebecca. She was in my English 101 class. She was blonde-" "Of course she was..." "-and a little taller than me. Slim, very slim... but small boobs. Not like yours..." He reached around to touch my breasts, a full 36 C, and played with my nipples again, then massaged my chest and collarbones. "Lemme know if you feel a lump." I joked. "Haha. Anyway, she said she needed help with our homework... but when she came over she started coming on to me." He was massaging my back again. I leaned against the wall of the shower to brace myself and to give him better access to my lower back. "Mmmm, now this is a sight." He rubbed down my mid-back and towards my lower back, really focusing on my hips. "She blew me, and told me she wanted me to eat her in the shower." I giggled, "This is sounding like Dear Penthouse. Are you telling the truth?" He laughed too. "Yes, its real. She was just a forward kind of girl I guess. Anyway, we went to my bathroom-" "No, no, no. Go back to when she was blowing you." He started massaging my butt now, rubbing in a circular motion. "You nasty slut. You like hearing about my cock down another girl's throat?" "Mmm hmm, I do..." I did feel a little jealous, but I still wanted to hear about it. For some reason imagining it was making me wetter. I put one hand down between my legs and started to rub my clit. I was so turned on. I had never talked dirty with anyone before, not even in text messages. I didn't know if I was doing it right, or what I was supposed to do or say, but the champagne had really worked it's magic and I was getting less inhibited as the minutes went by. Tad knelt down and began massaging my right thigh. "She sucked the head of my dick for a long time, flicking her tongue over the sensitive part on the end... I dunno what its called..." "Frenulum." "Yeah okay... and that felt really good... and then she started to swallow the whole thing, doing like what you do... just going back and forth." He moved down to my right calf. "And she was going really fast and started jerking me off while she still had my head in her mouth. I came in her mouth." I gasped loudly, and inserted a finger into my pussy and fucked myself as Tad continued his story. "Oh, you slut. Getting off on my dirty stories like that." He switched to my left thigh and kept rubbing as he spoke. "She swallowed it all, just like you do. And then we went to the bathroom and she got in my shower. She spread her legs and leaned against the wall while I sat in the tub and ate her pussy." I was picturing everything as he talked about it, my eyes shut tightly and visualizing Tad licking another girl's clit like mine. "Oooh and then what?" "You are so filthy! I love it!" Tad started on my left calf. "After I made her come, I bent her over the side of the tub. She had her hands on the bathroom rug and her ass was high in the air. I fucked her from behind and made her come again two more times." He stopped to listen to me moaning. I was now using both hands; one on my clit and the other inside me. I was still leaned against the wall, my face pressed to the cold marble. "I didn't have a condom so I pulled out, and she got back in the tub and kneeled down in front of me so I could come on her face and tits." I moaned again and he stopped to listen "And then we washed it all off in the water." I was close to an orgasm by this point and Tad could see that. He took my hands away from my pussy and had me sit down on the little seat in the shower, then he directed the spray of the shower head slightly away from our bodies. It was hot and steamy enough so we didn't need water spraying us to keep warm anymore. He parted my legs and dove between them, licking my clit eagerly. "D-Do li-li-little cir...cles..." Tad moaned into my hot snatch, sending waves of vibration all over my vulva and inner thighs. He swirled his tongue in hard circles over my clit and I started coming. He moaned into my pussy even louder and deeper, causing more intense vibrations. I covered my mouth with my hand and screamed shrilly. As my screams turned to high pitched squeaks, he lapped vertically from my perineum to my clit and back again. Once I was cooing softly and giggling, he lifted me from the seat and made me lay down on the floor of the shower. It was very hard and a little uncomfortable, but I was curious to see what he would do. Tad placed himself between my legs and started to fuck me, very slowly. After about fifteen strokes he pulled out and straddled my chest. I knew what he wanted. I pushed my breasts together and he fucked the tiny space between them, very quickly for another fifteen strokes. I put my head down and held my mouth open, and every few strokes he put just the head of his cock on my mouth. Then he fucked me again, another fifteen slow strokes. Then back to my tits and mouth. He did this in a circuit about four or five times, and I was nearing another climax. He was getting close too, and slowed the pace even further as he fucked me and rubbed my clit in zigzags with his thumb. As he felt the walls of my vagina clenching around his cock, saw my back arching, and heard me crying out; he changed his pace again. Now he was thrusting hard, fast, and deep inside me and pulling out slowly. He pulled out fully each time, watching my shining wet opening close again before he finally penetrated me again. He also stopped zigzagging his thumb and was rubbing in circles. It was one of the longest orgasms I'd ever had. I thought it would never stop. My spine was sore from thrashing all over the hard floor of the shower. The back of my skull was hurting for the same reason. But my pussy felt better than ever had. He didn't come. He said he wanted to wait. He helped me come up to a sitting position and then up to standing. We held each other in the water, his cock hard as ever. I was still recovering from my two orgasms so he just held me a while in the shower, letting the water run over us and relax us both. We stepped out of the shower and dried off. I dried my hair a little with the blow dryer in the room, thankful that I wouldn't need to explain to my parents and siblings why I was coming home with damp hair. I saw Tad's boner going down little by little. I was glad he was holding off, I didn't want him to take forever to climax when he was in my ass. When we were dry we made our way back to bed, swigging some more champagne. Tad started kissing me and nibbling my neck again, working down my belly. Between bites he said, "I'm going to lick you now, and then I want you to suck me until I am about to come. Then I'm going to finger your ass until you are okay to fuck. Sound good?" I was getting buzzed again from the alcohol, and his kisses were turning me on again. I liked the idea of being licked again as well. "Yes... please..." I expected him to part my legs, but instead he turned me over my belly and then pushed my legs apart so I was laying on my belly in a sort of frog position. He put a pillow under my tummy to give me a bit of support and raise my ass in the air a bit. Then he started licking from my ass to my pussy and back again in soft, featherlight strokes. I almost started to wiggle away, I most certainly did not approve of someone licking my butthole! Gross! But it felt so good... I couldn't move. I didn't want him to stop doing it. It felt so nasty and wrong. My hormones took over, and my rational mind went to sleep or completely left the hotel room. The combination of alcohol and dopamine took over my hips, and soon I was thrusting back into Tad's tongue. He rubbed my clit as he licked, and I clutched the pillow in front of me, moaning. It didn't take long at all before I was having another gentle orgasm. When I was finished, I was not tired at all like I had been after my previous orgasms. I was giggling and ready to take Tad's cock. It was those damn hormones of mine yet again, the oxytocin released from my orgasm had me giggling and ready for more in no time. Tad knelt on the bed, sitting on his heels as I wrapped my hands around his cock and jerked him hard. I softly stroked the underside of his balls with my other hand, and then started sucking his cock as quickly as I could. The back of my throat was hurting, but I wanted to impress him I guess. I was getting tired but kept going. Endorphins taking over my body, probably. Just when I thought my arm would fall off and my lips were going numb, he gently pushed me away and said to stop before he came. It was time. At last. Finally. I was surprised to realize I'd been looking forward to it since our shower. He used the edge of the sheet to dry off his penis and opened the box of condoms. While he put the condom on I turned off the lights and lit the candles. I didn't want all the lights on for this. I kind of knew what to expect after being with Ben, but Tad was so much bigger. I was really nervous and started shaking, but I wanted it. I knew Tad and trusted he would be gentle with me and that if I told him to stop he would, and not be mad at me or try to guilt trip me. In a weird way, I wanted to be his first. He obviously wanted it so bad and he chose me, and that was a huge turn on. I was shaking when he came to me with the bottle of lube. "Don't worry, I'll be really gentle. If you need me to stop, I'll stop. Just tell me." I nodded. He stacked two pillows on top of each other and I leaned over them on my hands and knees, the pillows giving me some extra support and height. I spread my legs wide for Tad, and I felt him spreading the lube over my asshole. He teased it for ages, just circling it with his fingers. His hand and my ass were dripping with lube, I felt some drops splashing my wet cunt. "Are you a nasty slut?" Tad asked. "Uh huh." "Tell me how nasty you are." "I'm such a nasty slut. So nasty that I want you to finger my ass." "Beg me." "Please finger my disgusting asshole!" Tad thrust his middle finger in my ass in one smooth motion. I cried out in shock and began to moan. As he moved it in an out he kept telling me what a slut I was and how nasty I was. Normally, being spoken to like that would make me so angry. But for some reason during sex I loved it when he called me names like that. I guess "nasty slut" was the phrase for the night since he used it over and over. I didn't mind. He squirted more lube on my hole and used two fingers, moving quicker. There was a good bit of resistance before he was able to pop his fingers inside, but my position and my previous orgasms helped me to relax. After a while I felt him squirt even more lube, and felt it running down my twat, soaking the bedspread. My whole ass was greasy at that point. Panting, Tad whispered "Are you ready?" I could not speak. I nodded and pushed my ass up higher in the air. I felt his cock head against my asshole and I started shaking again, "It's okay. Relax, Dollface." He pressed against me but could not enter. "Do you need me to stop?" I shook my head no and thrust my hips back toward him. "Oh, you do want it." He pushed harder and I started to open for him. "Oh! Almost!" He pushed harder into me, and I pushed back into him. My asshole stung, it burned, but only for just a moment, and then he was through. He had the head inside me. I was nervous again, thinking how deeply he would have to penetrate me in order to have the full length of his shaft buried in me. My hole seized up around his dick and he could go no further. "Relax..." he rubbed my shoulders and down my lower back again. "I'll stop if you need me to. I promise to go slow." I relaxed and released him, and he was able to push deeper inside. He was going so slowly I thought it would take all night before he was in me completely. He thrust back and forth, going deeper each time. At last I felt his pubes ticking the sensitive outer ring of my asshole and his balls resting against my slippery pussy. Now he was moving faster, finding a pace that would be pleasurable to him and tolerable to me. My hole was burning again so I asked for more lube. He was getting close to coming so he had very little self control. He grabbed the bottle and squirted it everywhere. It was on my back, my legs, in my hair, but some managed to make its way to my tight little hole and kept fucking me. Suddenly I began to feel very hot, my skin felt like it did after getting a sunburn. I was flushing all over and my nipples were getting really hard. My cheeks were burning, even my eyes felt warm and I could not keep them open. I couldn't believe that I was getting this turned on by being assfucked. I started to rub my clit and the second I touched myself I was coming. Tad could feel my orgasm in my ass, I was clenching up, tightening, and causing resistance. He could no longer fit his cock all the way inside me and was moving his cock head in and out of my ass as quickly as he could. My hole was burning, my nipples felt like they were on fire, my face was flushed. I was screaming and from behind I heard Tad crying out as well. I knew he was about to come. My orgasm ended and my asshole relaxed even more than before, unexpectedly for Tad. He slammed into me harder than either of us thought I could take. He picked up my hips and as I felt his dick throbbing with his climax he fucked my ass twice as hard as he'd ever fucked my pussy, bellowing some ancient primal sound. What was happening to him took him down to his basic, most animal level. I looked behind me and saw his skin was just as flushed as mine and his head was tilted back in a roar. I'd never seen him enjoy himself so much. Seeing that was worth every bit of soreness, every twinge of embarrassment, or shiver of anxiety. Nothing could have been hotter to me at that moment, and very few things after it could compare. When I finally felt his wad fill the condom, we both sighed with relief. He pulled out, but the condom was stuck in my tight asshole. He gently eased it out before its contents could dribble down to my pussy or on the bed. When he left to throw it in the garbage and wash up I collapsed on the bed. Every single muscle in my body was sore. One was more sore than the rest, but I was aching all over. We decided to shower together one more time, this time with soap. After we were squeaky clean and had settled back in bed, we cuddled for a bit and talked. But after a while Tad got quiet, and I assumed he was falling asleep. I started to drift off myself, but then Tad spoke. What he said next completely changed my life. "Harmony, I've been thinking..." "Mmm? Did it hurt?" I guessed he was going to come up with another naughty fantasy he needed to try. "Very funny, Dollface. You know how you said you fantasized about being with another woman?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't remind me. I can't believe I told you that." "Were you serious though? You've never been with a girl? Ever? Are you sure that's something you want?" "Yes. Yes, only kissing but nothing more. And yes. And yes." Dammit. Now he was never going to let me live it down. He sat up in bed and I knew we were going to have a talk. I sat up too and then he said, "Well, I gotta tell you I think that's pretty hot. But I feel kinda bad that you've never told me before. After everything we've been through, we are so close..." I pursed my lips. "Well, it's not exactly something you advertise in a town like this... Everybody we know who is 'out' is bullied and treated like crap. I can't take that." Tad looked shocked. "So wait, you're saying you think you might be gay? I thought you were saying you just wanted to like, take a vacation to twat-town, you know? A nice place to visit but you wouldn't wanna live there..." I was so not ready for this. I covered my face with my hands and tried not to cry. I could not believe I was about to come clean with someone for the very first time. "No Tad, you don't understand..." "Do you not like dick? Have you been faking it with me?" Tad was getting ridiculous, I tried to explain. "No! Tad! I think I'm bi! I've never faked it with you!" He looked relieved. "Oh my God. I don't know what I would do..." "Don't worry... but anyway, I don't think the chances of my fantasy being fulfilled are very good at the moment. I'm going to have to move somewhere else or something..." I laid back down in bed and covered my head with the pillow. I felt like I was going to cry soon. Tad laid down next to me and lifted a corner of the pillow. Then he said quietly, "What if I told you I knew a girl you might like, who I think might be single right now?" "I'm sure you know a lot of pretty single girls, Tad." My voice was muffled by the pillow, but he could hear the annoyance and frustration in my voice. Now he rolled his eyes. "No, I mean a girl who likes girls." I bit my lip. He probably did know some lesbians or bi girls from school. Maybe I could give him a chance to hook me up. I moved the pillow and looked at him again, my eyes were shining with tears. "Just to be clear, I'm into girls who are like me. Like, really feminine and girly and stuff." "Carries a purse, not a wallet." A tear fell. Was it possible that Tad understood me? "Yeah", I said in a choked voice. Tad put an arm around me and pulled me close. "Dollface, I know the perfect girl for you. She's sweet, she's funny, she's sassy, really intelligent, smoking hot, and she wears skirts." This chick sounded perfect. "Are you sure she likes girls?" I was not about to let him get my hopes up or make a fool of me just because he suspected this mystery woman was gay. "Positive. She used to date a cousin of mine." He snuggled me even closer and planted a kiss on the top of my head. "Shelby?" I guessed. "Yup." I could not wait to meet her. I felt butterflies in my stomach. "What's her name?" "Ava." "Wait." It was a small town we lived in, and there were not many Avas our age. "Not Ava McElwin?" I did not know Ava personally, I'd just heard about her through friends. I'd spoken to her only a couple of times when hanging out at parties with mutual friends. She was drop dead gorgeous. She'd been winning beauty pageants since she could walk and her dad was the pastor of the biggest Baptist church in the county. She was popular in school and had a ton of friends, she also was super smart and was working on her pre-med credits at the same school Tad went to. I imagined she probably wanted to be a brain surgeon or something. He nodded, "The very same. Dated Shelby for six months." I was really shocked. "She's out? Her dad's that minister that started that shit last year in Duluth..." Her dad started a month's worth of protests outside the Department of Health, Department of Education, and some high schools over some health class pamphlets on safe sex. He apparently believed in teaching abstinence only, but also the protesters were upset about the pamphlets because they included safe sex information for LGBT teens. So many parents threatened to take their kids out of health class, that the board of education took back the pamphlets and distributed new ones which basically said sex is for marriage only. I was just glad I was already out of high school before any of it had happened. Tad shook his head. "No way. She's not out. Her parents think I'm her boyfriend." "They think what?" Tad took a deep breath and explained. "She and Shelby just broke up, like two months ago. The whole time they were together I went over to Ava's house and pretended to take her on dates. Really, I was taking her over to Shelby's. Her parents still think we are together. She can't stand to be around them, so we still act like we are together. Now that she's single she just comes over to my place and cries about how she wants to get back together with Shelby. And sometimes we play video games. You would be perfect to help her get over Shelby and you'd get to have sex with a hot chick! Win-win situation!" My Diary: Pebbles on the Windowpane I could easily see how this might not be a real win-win situation, but I was too excited about the possibilities to care much about the risks. That night before we fell asleep, we planned how Tad could introduce me to Ava.