1 comments/ 20894 views/ 2 favorites My Life So Far By: bbkradwell (The following is a true story. None of the names have been changed to protect the innocent, because, well, let's face it, none of us were all that innocent to begin with!!) * * * * * I never cared if these letters were true or not & I don't care if you believe mine, but here it is anyway: Back in '97 my best friend, my dog, died. He was 2 weeks shy of his 16th birthday(which made him about 382 in dog years!) I was feeling really bummed out around the holidays (he loved mooching turkey from me and I missed him, a lot) so I went for a late night bike ride. I ended up at a local yuppie hangout. I sat at the bar, nursing the same milk-shake all night, (did I forget to mention I can't drink alcohol?) when SHE walked in to my life... She said hi to the bartender and complained of a neck-ache. I offered to rub it out for her. She said, ok. So, I did, cracking an old joke I'd heard from a George Burns routine. She laughed, out loud, & we started talking. We talked for 3 hours about any- every- and no-thing... It was great to finally get all my feelings & frustrations out of my troubled soul! And she, Julie, seemed as interested to hear my tales as I was to tell 'em! But it was getting late & I didn't want her to hear all my best material yet (did I forget to mention I'm a Stand-up comic? Silly me)so I offered to walk her to her car. She said ok & we did. On the way, she invited me to her place for dinner the next night! Duh! I said yes! A little background on me would be great right here... I was 33, then, a virgin, a stand-up comic/talkshow host and all-around-nice guy! That's right. I said "virgin!" Read my lips...v-i-r-g-i-n! When I was 13 I was in a bicycle accident, which left me in a coma for 6 weeks. I was pretty fucked up for a long time after that! Physically/mentally I look perfectly normal... Emotionally/psychologically I'm a LoonyToon! I've gone through depressions so deep, so dark, so long... they'd scare the shit out of 99% of the population of the planet! But, that was then...& this ain't...So where was I? Oh, yes... DINNER WITH JULIE(a BEE-YOO-TIFUL GIRL) The next night, I got to her place at 8:00, 30 minutes early(never do this to a pretty girl you like... They get really pissed!!)She wasn't ready, so I offered to help fix the meal. I did. It was delicious... after I threw in a lot of stuff from her fridge (shrimp, scallops, garlic, a little white wine--you know! Good stuff.) I yelled, "Supper's ready!" & she came out of her bedroom looking like Aphroditee, herself...& smelling just as sweet as orange blossoms in full bloom. All I could do was stare & manage to gulp out a little unintelligible sigh about how GREAT she looked. She was wearing a long, flowing, diaphanous, white gown-thing, that seemed to say, "Look! I'm not wearing anything under here! You are gonna get so lucky tonight, 'Mr.I've-Never-Had-Sex-But-I'm-So-Ready-Now!'" We ate the meal, & I must say, I out-did myself. After we'd finished, she said, "Thank you. It was very nice of you to fix dinner. It was wonderful. Now its time for dessert..." Then she stood up & looked at me, with either LUST in her eyes or a bad case of indigestion, and walked toward me...! So here I was: 15 years past my sexual prime... About to finally lose my cherry!! And, mmm, what a babe she was, too! 24 years old. Sandy- blonde hair. 34-24-34. A vision of loveliness, standing there, taking off her sheer dress right before my eyes! But there was something different from all the girls I'd seen in Penthouse all those years! Something missing. She had no pubic hair!! She asked me not to make fun of her, saying it was a genetic defect that her "twin sister" didn't have. Now, I said to her at this point, "Hey, I love your body, sweet-cheeks" & then proceeded to tell her of my whole sexual history, or lack there-of, and we both just laughed our asses off. Then I noticed how hard & erect her nipples looked. I pointed to them, saying, "Are those lawn darts on your chest or are you just glad to see me?" She really started laughing then! After a minute she stopped. Then she told me to shut the hell up or she'd wet her pants... The fact she wasn't wearing any, at the moment, struck us both as funny, but by this time we were both way too, fucking horny to laugh... so she helped me get undressed, as she was already bare-assed naked. I noticed that her inner thighs were very slick & wet, at this point. She said, because she had no pubic hair, all her juices ran down her legs & often filled her shoes almost full if she got really hot(to which I can testify. We went out one night & she was wearing "Jellies" & when we got back to her home...Well lets just say I got drunk that night. But not on booze! Pussy juices & peach ice cream! YUM!) Anyway, where was I? Oh, that's right...Our first night... I told her to lie on her back & spread her legs, wide! She did. I then proceeded to get my first taste of female secretions. YUM!! I couldn't get enough! I licked from her toes, up the inside of her ankle, up her calf, her thigh, skipping her lovely honey pot, going right down the other leg, to the toes. By now she was going insane with lust!! "Tongue my twat, PLEASE," she begged!! Okay! I was not going to argue with her at this point in our relationship, so I stuck my tongue on what I thought was her clit & watched this wonderful, sweet, giving, young woman have her first orgasm of the night!! Thank you Xaviera Hollander, you Happy Hooker, you, for your wonderful books. I learned a lot from them... even before I had a chance to put the knowledge to good use. I had brought a condom with me, thinking maybe this was the night/girl of my dreams. It was an old condom. But obviously a good condom... the studded kind... "for her pleasure!" I took that sucker out of its wrapper & asked her if she knew how to put it on. She then proceeded to put it in her mouth & swallow my penis in one fell swoop, encasing my dick in a bumpy Latex sheathe!! WOW!! (I was never so glad to have a small(6")cock in my life when she said she couldn't do that to her last boyfriend, as he was "too fuckin' big!") So, now that everything was right,(the girl was willing & able, my pecker was willing & able, I hoped)it was time to enter her tunnel of love(passion, lust...) This girl was obviously no virgin, unlike some guys I could look at in the mirror! She had really great muscle control...! Her vagina sucked my penis in, then went & massaged it to even greater states of hardness than I'd ever thought possible! But she would not let me cum... Which was great, 'cause I didn't want to cum! She just kept working her Kegel muscles on my penis, getting me close, then backing off just enough; so's not to go too far over the edge. But then, after 15 minutes, she got all stiff, let out a big yell, & came, no, gushed a gallon of fluids all over her bed & me, too! WOW!! She, later, told me that I'd hit her "sweet-spot" thanks to the shape of my dick; which curves upward, toward my face. I'd heard stories of girls like this. Always hoped I'd meet one. Then it was my turn to cum. And I came in what seemed like buckets. My first orgasm with & in a woman... I unloaded 33 years of frustration & tension into Julie's womb! It was like touching God. As we lay there, panting, I decided I wanted to eat her out. To see what our juices, mingled, would taste like! I stuck my index finger in her box and pulled out a ribbon of our come. I put it to her lips. "MMMMMMMM," was all she said, as she sucked on my digit. Then I realized- shit, the rubber! It must've broken! Or fallen off!! Was I embarrassed!! I apologized, but apparently she was on the Pill, she said, so I really needn't have worried! "Whew!," was all I said. I found the damn rubber stuck to her thigh, later, after I ate out her delicious vagina, sucking every last trace of our combined fluids and making her come again, in the process. Oh, did she smell & taste sweet! Not like anything I'd ever tasted before. And I'd been a gourmande for 5 years at that point in my life...so I knew a thing or two about tastes! (She later told me she liked to sprinkle/rub cinnamon on her vulva just before sex. It always kept her last boyfriend "coming back for more." I could see why!!) I mentioned her twin sister, earlier. I hadn't met the girl until 2 weeks into our relationship when I went over to Julie's for "din-din." I showed up on time for a change and was promptly jumped at the door in a darkened room. I was a little scared but my fears were laid to rest by a soothing voice. "Julie" told me to relax & enjoy myself. I was then told to take my clothes off & get into bed. I turned on a light to see my delicious looking girlfriend, wearing only bikini panties and a devilish grin, crouched in her lounge chair as if she were a wild animal...ready to pounce on her prey. And I was the prey! She lunged at me with all the force she had. I thought she was just playing so I jumped out of the way. This seemed to piss her off, & she seemed all the more determined to get on me. Usually I like it when the girl is on top, because of my bad back. But this time I was in a playful mood, too, and I just felt like asserting my will on my babe at that moment. She jumped on me again. This time I let her. I had been a pretty good wrestler as a kid & I can still do most of my old moves, so I grabbed her by the foot and started to tickle it, mercilessly, till she screamed, "FUCK ME!!" I picked her up, walked toward the bedroom, and 8 feet away from her bed, I threw her on to her bed. It surprised the hell out of her. Me, too. I didn't think I had that much strength in me at the time. But I showed her that I was no pussy! And speaking of "pussies..." I looked at her with a fierce look in my eyes, until I heard her whimper,(of course she was only kidding with the whimpering) I then walked over to the bed, grabbed her legs, forced them apart, and pulled off her panties. I was just about to go down on her when I noticed that she had a thick, lush muff!! "Hold on! What the fuck is this!!" I said, loudly. "I just fucked you yesterday, and you were your usual bare,slick-self!" She claimed that no, I hadn't fucked her, ever, as she'd just flown in from Boston (and, boy, were her arms tired) to visit her twin sister. "What the heck am I doing, fucking Amanda! Julie's gonna kill me," was all that went thru my mind at that moment, until Amanda said to not worry. It was Julie's idea to have me fuck her sister. She knew I was a one-woman-man; so she figured since her sister was having problems with her ex-boyfriend back home, & she'd not had sex in 5 weeks, & if I didn't know it wasn't not Julie (triple negative?)then I'd probably give Amanda the fuck of the year. Well, when she put it that way... We fucked each others brains out all night! It was the first hairy pussy I'd ever had. It was as good as Julie's bald twat! Different. But still good. God, how I loved my life. And the girl of my dreams. As a kid I'd always liked being tickled. I found out, quite by accident, so did "Jules". We'd gotten into an argument over something stupid, of course, and thinking she had won, she turned her back on me... I reached out both hands to grab her by the shoulders but I missed, digging into her rib cage by mistake. She then SQUEALED, three octaves above high C, I think. Half laughing, half daring me to do it again, she said, "Don't," with a smile on her beautiful, sexy lips, "don't do that again! It tickles!" I have always been a tickler. Just ask my little sisters. Many's the time when I'd sit on them and tickle them 'til they'd nearly wet their pants. Well, I thought I'd press my luck, take that dare & do it again! Jules was facing me, breathing hard, with a smirk on her pretty little face. I reached out again with both hands digging them, a bit harder, into her side. She shrieked again, then tried to push me away; which of course just made me more determined to make her laugh. I grabbed her by the shoulders, forced her down on her plush carpet, sat on her chest with my knees on her arms (so she couldn't swing at me) and started tapping on her chest! Lightly, at first, thumping progressively harder as her laughter got louder! "Say you love me," I demanded. "No," she yelled. "Then suffer the Tickle-Torture," I said, & tickled her a little harder! Finally, she submitted. She said that she loved me & only me, that she'd be my lover for the rest of our lives & she'd do anything I wanted for the rest of the night! Well, of course I have always loved being tickled as well tickling, so I asked her if she'd do me, too! But because I out-weighed her by 90 lbs., she said she'd have to tie me down to her bed! "NNNNNNooooo-kay," I relented. I got undressed & waited for her to pee ('coz let's face it: laughing that much always makes you have to pee, a lot!) When she returned she was wearing what I always loved seeing her in: her Birthday Suit! I can still picture how lovely she looked; a sheen of perspiration glowing on her delicate, hairless, smooth, peaches & cream skin. Inner labia, clearly visible (whenever she got excited in any sexual way, her pink pussy lips always jutted out, proudly, seductively) & she was carrying 4 pieces of soft, thick nylon chord. She told me to relax, this wouldn't hurt, "much," & proceeded to tie my arms/legs to the 4 corners of her bed! Once immobilized, she climbed on to my chest, straddling me, then sliding her dripping pussy down my torso till it was just above my throbbing cock! She then engulfed it with her incredible pussy muscles; massaging my meat to even greater hardness than before! For 5 minutes this went on. Just when we were both about to come... she started to tickle me under my arms! I laughed & she tickled... More & more & more. She was relentless in her onslaught of tickling! And just when I was about to pee, she stopped, instructing me to hold it! Then she lowered herself down my rod, taking all of me into her vagina. Again, she rode me. This time I came! I must have blown a liter of love-sauce into her womb, some dribbled out before I even pulled out of her, dripping all over my, now limp, cock. She said don't move, she'd clean me up. Seeing as how I was still tied to her bed, how could I argue! She sensuously, seductively licked my cock & balls clean... When, 'lo-'n-behold, I was all hard, again! I asked her to untie me, got up to pee, then proceeded to rig up an apparatus that had her on all fours, with her bare ass sticking straight up, her arms & legs immobilized, unable to move any way but back & forth. I got behind her to put my now raging hard-on into her steaming honey pot! I fucked her for 20 minutes like that. She came 4 times! Just when I was about to come, I looked down at her hot little bung hole. I pulled my penis out of her vagina, stuck a finger in it, to get it real wet, then put that finger deep into her anus. She looked back at me, with lust in her eyes & said, "Do it! Please Come in me! NOW!!" With encouragement like that, how could I resist. In one push I sank my cock into her tight anal opening, up to the base, & and CAME!! I blew all that I had left in me! She thanked me for a lovely evening, after I untied her, & we slept for 12 hours. Thus began a wonderful, warm & loving relationship, which was cut short by a God damned drunk driver, a year later. Please... to all reading my letter... Don't ever drive drunk!! The heart you break could be mine... My Life So Far 01 by BrettJ © 2014 My name is Adam Warner and I'm going to tell you about my life so far. I guess I'll start at the beginning. It was a fairly average life then, it is far from it now. I was born the third of four children to a very loving set of parents who were very free-thinking. They encouraged all of their kids, two boys, two girls, to set goals and to work hard to achieve them. While education was valued, we were never pressured to "be" anything. Had I wanted to be a mechanic and shown an affinity for cars, that would have been fine with them so long as I worked hard at that goal and done the best I could with that skill set. In fact, my oldest brother did have that aptitude. It also turned out that he had an affinity for business, so he opened his own business and now restores classic automobiles. He has four different garages across the state and had made his first million before he reached the age of 25. I wasn't like my two older siblings in the slightest. It took me a while to figure out my path and even when I thought I had it all figured out, it veered off in a totally unexpected direction. As I relate my story, you will come to see what it is I am talking about. A bit about me. I'm 6'3" tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. I've always been big for my age and at age 14; I stopped getting "carded" when I would go out to restaurants. As a sensible young man, I never abused the privilege. I think I'd had maybe 4 whole alcoholic drinks before reaching the age of 21. I never saw the allure. Even now, I'm a moderate drinker and I've never smoked either. From a young age, I took care of my body and began to see that my future might just be related to that. I thought that I might help others achieve their healthy lifestyle goals. I was also a very sexual person from a young age. I knew about sex before most kids my age and I read a lot of literature. The other kids would always come to me for advice. A few times, my parents had to field angry phone calls from irate parents wanting to know just what I had been telling their kids about sex. When they put me on the phone and these selfsame parents learned I was giving their kids the straight dope about sex, the phone calls all but stopped. Parents trusted me with their daughters because they knew I wasn't the type to take advantage. Oh, I had urges, but I was too involved with sports, my physical activities, various jobs and school to screw around. I dated and I sure had an eye for the ladies, but I kept it at that. As I said, I was a very sexual young man. Perhaps before I should have, I saw my first adult film. It starred a woman who became an obsession with me. Her name was Jessica Grant and there was something about her that drew me in. She was so free in front of the camera and she always seemed to be smiling and happy. She was also a damned good actress and her films always had good story lines. Most adult video stores in our area required you to be 21, but I was just past 18. However, as I said, I always looked older than my age. I started using a portion of my wages to find more Jessica Grant films. By the time I actually was 21, I owned every film she had ever made and a lot of magazines. I joined her website for a while, although it was a bit frustrating. It was partially run by the company for which she worked and they didn't do a proper job in updating it. I finally let my membership lapse, but not before writing her a letter and letting her know I thought her site didn't do her justice. To my surprise, I got a small hand-written note apologizing and saying she agreed with me and was taking it down. She also, to my surprise and delight, refunded half my purchase price. I still have that letter. For a porn star, and Jessica would have told you herself that is what she considered herself, she was a class act. She was also gorgeous, a tall, willowy blonde with an all-over tan and gorgeous brown eyes. She's 5'9", but to my delight, she almost always wears heels in her films and photos. She has, in my opinion, the best legs in the business and her look is mercurial. She can play classy or whorish and make you believe both. It came as no surprise to me when she won an AVN Award for a vampire-themed all girl film. I wished I could meet her, but I knew it was highly unlikely. I had my fantasies and boy, did I enjoy those. Okay, back to my being a sexual person. Once I hit 18, I decided I could live a little. I had been working out steadily since the age of 14 and was totally buff, head to toe. Girls noticed, so I let 'em look. Once they looked, they tended to make advances and I was receptive. I was only a few days past my 18th birthday when I had my first sexual encounter. Sometimes you hear it's great, sometimes not. Mine was amazing and the woman I bedded – one Vanessa Lane – was 5 years older, a curvy brunette and a total sexual animal. She taught me a few things, I kept coming back for more and before long, I had some ideas of my own. Watching Jess' films gave a guy quite an education. Fortunately, with Vanessa, I had a partner who was more than willing to indulge a young buck like me. It doesn't hurt that I have lots of stamina and while I don't have a 10-inch cock, I have enough to get the job done. I also pay attention, take my time and I don't leave the bedroom until I've made my partner cum. After I'd bedded Vanessa a few times, word got around (I later learned that she spread the word intentionally). I kept my wits about me, but I was young, single and a stud in the making, I guess. My career started with a bit of serendipity. The school gym didn't have the equipment I needed if I truly wanted to sculpt my body, so I joined a gym. It didn't create too much of a burden on me financially, because my family are well-off and my brother appreciated any help I gave him at the garage and paid me well for it. Consequently, I chose a gym with a solid reputation. It was clean, well-run and had all the necessary equipment, including a pool. It also had its share of good-looking clientele, not that I was there to socialize. I didn't mind a bit of eye candy while I worked out, but I was there to get fit, not get laid. Of course, it worked out that I got both. My first week there, I was doing laps in the pool and there was Vanessa. I was no dummy, it took me about 3 minutes to figure out this gorgeous brunette in the tight one-piece suit was giving me the once-over. Fine with me, if she wanted to look, I had the goods to display. She flirted, I flirted back. An hour later, we were at her place and fucking like rabbits on a summer afternoon. I found out that day that Vanessa was the co-manager of the gym, along with another friend of hers. After a few months of dating and fucking, Vanessa asked me why I hadn't asked her for a job. She told me that several of her clients had asked me if I worked there, because I was an almost-daily presence. I had never considered asking her for a job, although from the moment she suggested it, it sounded like a great opportunity. Still, as I was screwing her a lot of the time, I wasn't sure if it was the best of ideas. I worried that if we ever had a falling out, I'd lose my job. At the very least, it might prove uncomfortable for the both of us. Nor were either of us monogamous, but jealousy can still rear its ugly head. I voiced all of this to her in clear and honest manner. She told me not to worry about any of that and if I wanted a job, I had one. School would be over in a few more months, a summer job would be great and that meant no fees either. How could I lose? I accepted and we went out to dinner to celebrate – on my dime. We also celebrated at her apartment, in every room and nearly breaking a few pieces of furniture in the process. I liked Vanessa and we really had some good times together, although we were both sensible enough to realize nothing serious would come of it. We were friends who liked having sex together – a lot. Keeping fit also kept our libidos at a high state; I think I had met my match in her. Oddly, once that I started realizing I enjoyed sex, I wanted more of it. I think that by waiting all of that time, I had been holding it in check. Once let loose, my sexuality was not going to be restrained any longer. I had all of my Jessica videos to keep the fire fueled and I was surrounded by good looking people all of the time. It was a good thing that I wasn't into men or I likely would never have gotten any work done. You know how some gyms have a lot of out of shape people coming in and looking to make a change? Or look like they've been in existence for about 100 years? Not Vanessa Ellison's gym! A lot of our clientele looked like movie stars and she had a staff and crew that kept the place spotless and well organized. I refused to be a player, although I sure could have been. There were lots of ladies of varying ages that would have gladly accepted an invitation to – lunch or dinner. I kept it in my pants most of the time, although when I did – dine – I made sure the lady knew I wasn't looking for exclusivity. I was sure glad of that when my opportunity with Sharae came along. I was surprised one night when Louise, my oldest sister, informed me that her best friend Sharae wondered if I'd like to take her to dinner. I just about choked on my food when Louise told me that. Sharae Sparks is a tall, willowy redhead with a perfect figure who worked as a lingerie model and in a beauty salon. I figured she was wayyyy out of my league, plus she is nearly 8 years older than I am. This lady could date successful, rich businessmen – so why me? That's the question I asked my sister. "I really don't know," Louise responded as she watched the rest of our family smiling at me. "She thinks you're cute. Should I tell her you're not interested?" Thank God for Louise I knew she was teasing or I would likely have strangled her. I told her to call Sharae right away and set it up. I didn't even let her finish dinner, I handed her my cell and insisted that she make the call, which she did. Not ten minutes later, I had a date with the hottest girl I knew, save for my fantasy girl, Jessica. I let Louise and Sharae do all of the talking because I was afraid my voice would crack from terror. I got it together by Saturday, thanking God for my time with Vanessa. I wasn't intimidated by then and I spent part of the day working out and the rest of it, getting ready. I intended to take Sharae to a place where I could wear a suit and make a good impression. Our family holds the belief that you should always own nice clothes. My dad, brothers and I all clean up nice and look good in a suit. I shined my shoes so well that you could see your face in them, showered, shaved and went to pick up my date. My oldest brother even lent me one of his classic Mustang convertibles – I looked cool and so did the car. It was a nice night, so I could have the top down. When I saw Sharae come outside, I gulped and coughed to make sure again that my voice didn't crack. She was in a sexy green dress that was snug, showed a lot of cleavage and even more leg. She was impressed that I got out of the car and held the door open for her. When she got in, she made sure that I got a good look at those legs and I also noticed the shining tip of a stiletto heel. Both of us had gone all out. "I hope you don't have to be home early," Sharae smiled as I walked around to the driver's side of the car. "My roommate is out of town and I'm feeling the need to let my hair down." "Looks like you already have," I commented on her long, wavy hair which was half-way down her back. She laughed at me as I started the engine of the car and sped to our destination. I took her to Roxie's which is a restaurant / lounge I've been to a few times. The food is pretty good and the drinks are reasonable, but you go for the ambience and for the servers. They all wear nice black dresses, heels and jewelry – eye candy for the men while the ladies are treated to a meal a bit more upscale than McDonald's. I've enjoyed myself every time I've been there and I usually went home with a phone number or two in my pocket. Sharae seemed to like the look of the place and was impressed when I told her to order whatever she liked. No one in my family is a cheapskate, we all earn money and when we take someone out, we expect to pay for that privilege. Our server came and took our orders. I ordered a beer, even though I wasn't technically old enough to be served as yet. No one was checking. I shared drinks with Sharae and was checking her out, whilst trying hard not to be obvious that I was also checking out our server. She was a sexy, curvy, long-limbed brunette named Erin. Funny thing was, I thought for sure one time, I saw Sharae checking her out as well. The young woman was fun and flirty and attentive all throughout our meal. I was going to make sure Miss Erin got a nice gratuity. I liked Sharae and hoped that her none-too subtle hints before meant that I could look forward to an evening of sexual fun and pleasure. I was about ready to call it a night when Erin came back with our bill. "I'm done for the night, but before I go, is there anything else you'd like?" She smiled at us sweetly. "Oh, you're done for the night?" Sharae smiled as I paid the bill, declining dessert or another drink and making sure Sharae didn't want anything else as well. Erin nodded and thanked us / me for the tip. "In that case, would you care to come and have a drink with us – back at my place?" Sharae smiled sweetly. Oooh boy – was she trying to set up what I thought she was trying to set up? I shook the cobwebs from my head, knowing never, not in a million years, was this ever going to happen. I was startled when Erin said "God, I'd love to. I've been flirting with the pair of you all night, you're both sexy, incredible people. I just broke up with my boyfriend and I could use a little fun. Is he fun?" Erin asked Sharae as she pointed at me. "I hope so," Sharae grinned at the gorgeous brunette. "I can't say for sure, this is our first date." Erin laughed. "Well, you're certainly a generous girl, letting me horn in on your first date. Just let me get my coat and we can get out of here. I'm a very liberal-minded girl, I think this is going to be a night that all of us will remember," she giggled as she ran off, stiletto heels clacking on the tile floor. "You're nuts," I laughed as I spun around and looked at my date. "Louise didn't warn you about me?" Sharae snickered. "Baby, we've barely touched the tip of the iceberg," she smiled as our new companion arrived to join us. When I took the girls to the parking lot to retrieve the car, Erin was quite obviously impressed with the Mustang. "I thought about driving the Lotus," I told them both as Erin made a fuss over the car. "Good thing I didn't, it would have been cramped." I really wished some of my buds from school had seen me that night. I was an eighteen-year old guy out with two older, hot young women and driving a hot car. I had it made in the shade! Sharae's apartment was a bit small although very clean. It really didn't matter; I wasn't there to critique the décor. My date went for me in a flash and then, she made room for Erin. I wasn't sure who was a better kisser, the redhead or the brunette. Then, as I watched in amazement, Erin and Sharae shared a kiss. I wondered if perhaps she was thinking similar thoughts. Two sets of arms tugged me into the bedroom and I realized I was about to have a life-changing experience. I wanted to get undressed, yet the girls didn't really give me an opportunity to remove my clothes. "I know you were dressing up to impress me, but it's going to take a while to get you naked," Sharae teased. Erin giggled and nodded in agreement as my two companions did their best to strip me naked. When they finally accomplished their goal, Sharae straddled my waist. "I've heard little rumors that you're quite good at oral," she smiled down at me. "I'll let our guest have your cock for a while; I want to see if your reputation does indeed precede you." I wasn't too worried, as I happened to know that it did. I let Erin have my cock and damned if she wasn't incredible. It may well have been a very good thing I had Sharae's red-fleeced pussy to concentrate on or I might well have blown my load a lot earlier than I had wanted to. I held my own against Erin's mouth while using my mouth on Sharae and trying to make her see the angels in heaven. "My God, everything I've heard is true," Sharae sighed as she moved away from me. She shared a kiss with Erin and let the brunette remove her tight dress. She had an incredible body and the two women kissed for a few minutes to get my libido to peak. Then, they reversed positions and I got to go down on the sexy, brunette Erin for a little while. She and Sharae were quite a bit different in flavor and texture, but both had their plusses. My tongue did its level best to make Erin cum the way that I had Sharae and from her groans and squeals, I would have said I was succeeding. When she too, had enough, she joined Sharae in giving me a blowjob. A man can only take so much and this time, the girls got me off. While I was recuperating, the girls got completely naked (save for heels) and made it together. I'd had no idea that Sharae was bi, but this could not have been her first time with a lady – she was too smooth and precise. The same held true for Erin and it was a great sight to watch, as they were very unhurried and erotic, tongues and fingers moving about, flitting over stiff nipples and wet pussies. Unlike poor me, whose orgasm had taken him out of action for a bit, the girls just kept on going until I was back in the game. Then, it was kind of a blur. I do remember that I fucked Sharae first. I thought that only fair, as it was she who was my date. I let her make some suggestions and I screwed her from behind, which gave her ample opportunity to fuck Erin with her mouth and with her fingers. Erin's face almost got an ethereal glow when she started cumming, I had to hold back a bit because I didn't want to spoil anything. When I had made Sharae cum, we moved about a bit. This time, Erin mounted me and I got Sharae again. Fine with me, I could watch the girls kiss and make out a bit and that kept my fire fueled. Erin sure was snug and a bit more vicious in her fucking, she seemed to be a bit more of an animal in bed. Still, neither was going to be hearing any complaints from me. I shared a good number of hours in bed with the two beauties and we only stopped for coffee and a bit of a recharge. Sharae's roommate never did come home that night, so we had sex for as long as we liked until decided that enough was enough. I was thankful that the next day wasn't a day I had to work. When I got back home later that morning, I fell into bed, exhausted. I was fairly certain that nothing would ever top the experience of my threesome with Sharae and Erin. Of course, I was still a young man. What the hell did I know about life? My Life So Far 02 by BrettJ © 2014 All of my young life, I've been a straight shooter. I've never understood "players" and I've never even pretended to be one. I've been enjoying a very happy and pleasant sex life since turning 18. Because I was raised to be honest and forthcoming, I treat women with respect. For the most part, they in turn, give me that respect back. When I got the job working in Vanessa Ellison's gym, I made it a point to keep my libido in check. I didn't want to do anything stupid and risk losing my job. As it turned out, had I not let my libido out to play, I might well have risked my job. Vanessa was into me and she wasted no time in making that abundantly clear. She made a play for me and as the boss lady is gorgeous and only a few years older than myself, I allowed myself to succumb. I'm very glad that I did. She's gorgeous and a great teacher. I also later discovered that all of Vanessa's staff are hired for two reasons – good qualifications and good looks. She wants her staff to be eye candy, to give something to her clientele to aspire to and to give them someone to come in and gawk at just a little bit. I guess that was fine with me on both counts. I didn't work hard at this body of mine so as not to be noticed. I earned my physique and I don't mind some hot woman giving me the once-over. I wasn't stupid about it thought, I didn't gorge myself at the company trough. I didn't want a lot of hassles at work, I was selective and only dated those women I thought could be discreet, Vanessa included. I had my share of pretty women and there were a few that I didn't meet at the gym. Women like my sister Louise's friend, Sharae, and Erin, a sexy waitress I saw whenever our schedules matched up. Those last two were terrific in bed – separately and together. I always let the ladies know where they stood. I was now 19, though far too young to be thinking about monogamy. I had a good job, plus I was attending college on a part-time basis. I was studying kinesiology as I had decided I had a real flair for working in the health field. I knew that I was going to do something like this as a career, my thoughts were running towards being a personal trainer. I was doing that already at the gym, just not in an official capacity. I was also taking some business courses so that I'd know the pitfalls of the business. I believed that all of this meant that I was far too busy to entertain the thought of having a one-on-one relationship with any woman. Of course, when you think one thing, that's about the time that life decides something totally different. About this time, Rita walked into the gym and kicked all of my plans to hell. I honestly did not expect this 21-year old blonde knockout to bowl me over the way that she did. She came into the gym with a confident air, 5'10" tall in her running shoes – which she only wore to work out. I was soon to learn that the lady favored heels and that she wore them almost everywhere. Most of the time, we could see eye-to-eye ... and from the moment we met, that's exactly what the two of us seemed to do. She had come to our gym because she'd heard we got results and that we didn't mess around. I overheard her tell Vanessa that she was tired of the "gawkers" and that she took her workouts seriously. That was apparent to anyone who got a good look at Rita Leigh because her legs were toned and sleek, as was the rest of her. There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on her. I was trying to do my job, but I kept part of my attention focused on her. I envied the lucky lady who would be picked to be her trainer because the sound of her voice sounded like the chime of bells. She seemed to be speaking softly and choosing her words very carefully. I knew that if I ever got the chance to go out with this fabulous young woman, I'd grab it. I wasn't expecting that little fantasy to come true and truthfully, I had a lot on my plate. Still, Rita had stirred something in me and I wondered a lot of things about her. There were several thoughts swirling around in that head of mine. I probably shouldn't have been having them – I was juggling so many women, Vanessa and Sharae and Erin. Still, I doubted one more would hurt and besides – I was 19 and guys that age are greedy. They think they're invincible. I watched as Vanessa gave this statuesque goddess the tour of the gym and of the facilities. She was introducing Rita to several of the staff, almost all of whom had a lot more experience than I did. That really didn't matter because most of the time, a female client wants a female trainer. My ears perked up when I heard Rita say exactly the opposite. "I find I'm much more motivated when a man is pushing me to do my best," Rita said to Vanessa. "I've always worked that way, I seem to seek a man's approval." She pointed at me and I tried not to be conspicuous. "What about him, is he any good?" I saw Vanessa's lip curl up in a smile and almost wondered if she was going to tell Rita just how good I was and where. Of course, being all business, she didn't do anything that foolish. "As you can see from his physique, he takes his workouts very seriously," Vanessa complimented me. Of course, she knew what every muscle was capable of. "I can promise you that all of my employees will do their best for you, but if it's Adam that you want, I know he'll live up to your expectations," she smiled again. I wasn't sure what expectations Vanessa was referring to and from the way that Rita kept looking at me, I don't know whether or not she knew either. For someone who seemed to be shy, this tall blonde was giving me a lot of appraising looks. Not that I minded – as I've said, I worked to get this body and I don't mind anyone enjoying the view. "I'm Rita Leigh," she introduced herself in a voice that was breathy and full. She was a tall, sultry drink of water and it was taking me a lot of effort to keep my mind focused on business. I reminded myself that I had a date with Sharae that night and it took the edge off. "I hope that you won't take it too easy on me, I don't mind being put through my paces." "I'll make sure that each and every workout makes you live up to your full potential," I smiled and flirted just the tiniest amount. "I'm Adam Warner, by the way." I held out my hand and she took it. I wasn't sure, but I would have sworn she tickled my palm. Once again, I checked my libido and promised that I would keep it in my pants for as long as I possibly could. That wasn't going to be an easy task and I knew it. Sharae was up for some fun and games that night, thank God. We had a nice dinner and then, it was back to her place for some incredibly hot sex. In the near-year I had been dating her, I still had yet to meet her roommate, which I found odd. I knew it was another girl because Sharae had once told me that she had lived with another man and it had been a disaster. Was she insecure and worried that I'd be attracted to her roomie or that the girl would come on to me? Either way, I'm no low life. Sharae and I had found a shared passion, sex in the shower. For a small apartment, it had a huge shower, including a bench that folded out from the wall. My wild redhead loved to have me sit on the bench with her facing away from me. Then we could fuck with her on top of me and the water splashing down on the pair of us. She loved it when I soaped up her body and more than a few times, we fucked until the water ran cold. With my sex drive fully charged, this was one of those times. It was one of the few evenings when I went home because my frequent lover was well and truly fucked out. I should have been exhausted myself, but my sleep was restless. I was imagining my first session with Rita the next afternoon. Oh God, was I right about her workouts being tough on me and on my self-control. She wore a shiny outfit that looked like she had been poured into it and despite her being there to exercise, her hair was perfect and she was wearing enough makeup to make her look like a model. Once again, she almost strode in the door and I was glad that most of the clientele at that time of day were women. I remembered that she didn't like gawkers, although there were more than a few women staring at her picture-perfect body. I steeled myself and went over to discuss the regimen I had come up with for her. "I'll be giving you my full attention for the next few hours," I informed her. "I expect that you will," Rita smiled as she almost sauntered past me. I knew she wanted me to get a good look at her body – so I looked. "As a matter of fact, I expect nothing less than your finest," she winked. That was the moment that I knew – the lady was interested in me and not all of our workouts were going to be confined to the gym. It was only a matter of time. I played it on the down-low for a time, because Vanessa trusted me and because she is my friend as well as lover. I made no overt moves on Rita that day or any day for the next week. Oh, I put her through her paces and watched every little inch of her twist and turn, but all in the name of professional training – supposedly. Of course I enjoyed a little voyeuristic thrill, wouldn't you? I'm only human and I wasn't sure yet if that applied to Rita. I wasn't going to break, tempting as that might have been. Whenever I wasn't with Rita, I either was working out or hanging out at my brother's garage or availing myself of Vanessa, Sharae or Erin. My sex life certainly didn't suffer and because Rita was keeping my libido at a fevered high, the girls were getting the happy results of all that sex drive. In a way, it wasn't fair – I was screwing them and thinking of other women. Still, I wasn't hearing any complaints and who knew what went through their minds every time we did it? I had to laugh as I wondered who was going to break first, me or Rita? Finally, on a nice spring afternoon, I got my answer. Her outfit was even skimpier than normal and after an intense hour, she spun around and faced me. Her blue eyes had a look I had never seen before. I think that she was fairly pissed off. "Adam, I appreciate all of the hard work that you've put into our sessions and the fact that you've been courteous and professional, but I know for a fact you've dated a few of the clients here," Rita told me, letting her eyes roam over my body appreciatively. "So don't you dare tell me that you don't date clients! What does a girl have to do to let you know that she's interested? Do I need to make a sign or jump you in the locker room?" "Well, that would let me know for sure," I chuckled. "Seriously, I didn't want to make a move on you because I know Vanessa values your business. Whenever I've gone out with one of the women here, it has almost always been the woman who's approached me. May I assume that you are approaching me?" "Yes, yes, you may assume that," Rita laughed. We moved off of the floor so that we could talk and not be overheard. "Would you be willing to take me to dinner and then go for a workout that tests all of the muscles?" Whoa! Rita had just put all of her cards on the table and the once-shy young woman had vanished in a puff of smoke. I had a few days off coming to me and nothing planned with any of my lady friends, so why the hell not? I smiled and nodded and told Rita to go and shower and that I'd meet her out front. I had a new car that I was driving, the first one of my own. My brother had made me a nice deal on a late model MG. I made short work of my shower and got changed. I ran out front and waited for my date. I almost did a double take when I saw her. I hadn't seen the dress Rita had worn when she came in to the club and it was a good thing that I hadn't. There was no way in hell that I would have been able to concentrate on her workout if I had. It was blue, skintight and shorter than ... well, let's just say that I have seen postage stamps with more material. She was wearing matching blue heels and now her hair was arranged and her always-tanned skin on full display. She swung those incredible legs of hers into my car, flashed me a smile that hundreds of guys would have fought to see and we were off. Sensibly, I chose not to take her to Roxie's. While Erin and I are cool, you never know. I also didn't want word getting back to Sharae in case my date with Rita didn't go well. I wanted to enjoy the ride and see where things might lead. We had pasta and talked and every time she talked to me, Rita kept touching my arm. She was giving me her full attention and I was behaving myself – to a point. I kept it to one glass of wine over dinner, as I wanted all of my faculties. I sensed that I was going to need them in the very near future and boy, was I right about that! Rita had the home of a much older, much more successful woman. I knew she had a number of jobs, she had appeared in a few videos, shot for a few catalogs and there was a rumor she had even tested for Playboy. Still, her apartment had two huge bedrooms, a lavish living room and nice furniture. I was expecting her to give me the grand tour, but Rita evidently had other things in mind. My long-legged lovely yanked me down the hall to one of those huge bedrooms and wrapped herself around me like a snake. She practically jammed her tongue down my throat as she kissed me forcefully. Rita was letting me know that she intended to take no prisoners. Fine with me, I could be aggressive. The two of us played around a little while and made short work of each other's clothes. Underneath the dress, there was pure, sexy Rita – not a stitch of underwear. "I'm not the modest type," she purred, belying the shy-girl image she sometimes projected at the gym. "Fine with me, you sure don't need to play coy as far as I'm concerned," I told her. "I've seen most of you over the past few weeks anyway." "And now you're seeing all of me," Rita purred as she stretched out on the bed. I was sure those were real silk sheets and wondered just how she could afford them? "Do I measure up to all of your fantasies?" I decided to tease a little, the way that she had done me for the past number of weeks. "What makes you think that I had any fantasies?" I smiled. "You're a young man with a pulse, that's what," Rita smiled and crooked her finger at me. "I've thought of nothing else but fucking you since I walked in to that gym. I don't want a lot of men gawking at me, but you, you're a cool one. Come over here and fuck me baby, prove to Rita that she wasn't just wasting her time." I am a man who responds well to a challenge, so that went down just fine with me. I went between those satiny thighs and tasted the warmth of her pussy. Unlike a lot of modern women, Rita was not completely shaved. I parted the dainty tendrils and licked her wet pussy with an eager tongue, moving my face here and there and using it with all the skills my past lady friends had imparted to me. Whenever I was with Sharae and Erin, I made it a point to watch the things they did to each other. Sensibly, I figured that I could get a few pointers that way and from the reaction I was hearing and seeing from Rita, I think that I was right. "Oh God, holy fuck, eat me, eat my fucking pussy," she was howling and digging her manicured nails into my scalp. I always marveled at how she would do such intense workouts and never so much as break a nail. "You're good baby, I fucking knew you would be. Make me cum baby, make me go through the fucking roof!" No problem on my end, I set about doing just that. I'm sure my scalp had a few dents in it when I finished, but I had accomplished my goal of making the lady see a few stars. Rita wasn't a selfish lover, not by any means. My cock got a Class-A blowjob and when I came, she swallowed it all. Then she gave me the kind of massage people pay $100 for, all while whispering some pretty naughty stuff in my ears. Once I was hard again, she rolled a condom on to my cock and got on top of me. We made a pretty wild duo, fucking like rabbits for over an hour. There aren't too many women who could have kept up with Rita and my arms had the marks to prove it. I had to wear long sleeves for a few days after. When I returned to work, I got a naughty little smirk from Vanessa. How do they always know? I liked Rita and I began seeing a lot of her. I was beginning to think that this was the kind of lady I could build a future with. She was smart, funny and classy and we had a great time together. I all but stopped seeing Erin and Sharae. Thank God Vanessa is a good friend because I needed a good friend to set my head straight. "Do NOT let yourself think you're getting anywhere with that one," Vanessa told me over coffee one afternoon. It was one of the rare afternoons that Rita had not come in to work out. "I know I shouldn't do this, but you're my friend and I value friendship over clients. She lives with a very wealthy import / export guy, didn't you notice her apartment was a lot more plush than someone her age might afford? She has a Sugar Daddy and he's away a lot, so they have the 'don't ask, don't tell' policy," Vanessa informed me. I was already seeing red, livid with rage. Like I keep saying – I don't mind if people are seeing other people, just be up front about it. More and more over the past weeks, Rita had been leading me to believe we had a future. That we could be exclusive. I don't like being played for a chump, no man or woman does. Fortunately for me, all of the women in my life are good friends. Sharae thought I needed a dose of good, old-fashioned revenge. "I've met her boyfriend, Armando," Sharae told me over a nice lunch. "Even when she IS around, he's not exactly loyal. Maybe the bitch needs a bit of a reality check." "What are you getting at?" "The two of them are regulars at a restaurant I know quite well. My roommate Candi – the one you've never met – she's a cocktail waitress there. I'm sure if I ask her nicely, she'll do us a favor and act like she's putting the moves on Armando," Sharae smiled evilly. "If that greaseball responds the way I think he will, your friend Rita is going to be really pissed." Sharae laid out the rest of her plan and it was nasty, cruel and vicious – just what my poor, wounded ego was looking for. The bar was really swanky and when I saw Rita walk in with Armando, I was seething. I didn't want her back, once you screw me over, you're done. I go for honesty all the way. When I saw Rita and her "stud" seated, I was sharing a drink with Sharae. We were far enough away that they couldn't see us. I was looking forward to seeing Sharae's friend make a fool out of both these cheating low-lives. When Candi emerged from the back room, I began to see why my sometimes-girlfriend hadn't wanted me to meet her roommate. Candi probably stood only an inch or so above 5', but she packed a punch. She was dressed professionally in black slacks and white blouse, with a nice set of heels and she walked well in them. Her blonde hair was cropped short and her clothes failed to hide a dynamite figure. She made a point of serving Armando frequently, with just the right mixture of flirtation and professionalism. He was obviously quite smitten with Candi and both Sharae and I saw that Rita, his date, was seething. I know if Candi had been my girlfriend, I would have been jealous of her boyfriend's attentions, so I could only imagine how much discomfort Rita was feeling – and thoroughly enjoy it. I could barely make out Armando, right in front of Rita, ask Candi for her number. "Oh, sorry sir, I really make it a point not to date customers," Candi smiled sweetly. "I couldn't really accept anyway, as I'm seeing someone, in fact, he's here right now," she told him. That was my signal to walk towards her and take her arm, leading her towards the bar. I glanced briefly at Rita as my new friend and I twisted the dagger in perfectly. I walked arm-in-arm with Candi to the bar, feeling as if I had regained a measure of my dignity. My Life So Far 02 "I owe you big-time," I smiled at the petite beauty that was standing beside me. She really was easy on the eyes and Rita was swiftly fading into the background. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but there was something about Candi that really appealed to me. "May I buy you a cup of coffee or a drink as a way of saying thank you?" "Hell, no!" Candi said and I heard the melodic sound of her voice for the first time. "For cozying up to that greaseball for the past few hours, you owe me dinner – not that I think you'll mind the company," she smiled as she caught me looking at her. She was right – I wouldn't mind because I really liked her already, even though I knew almost nothing about her. She told me that she had another hour or so to go before finishing work, so I went back to join Sharae. She was almost having a fit of the giggles. "You should have seen Rita and her 'boyfriend'," Sharae laughed. "I don't think they'll be spending any quality time together tonight and it wouldn't surprise me if she's looking for another place to stay by the end of the week," she informed me. Candi and I got together for dinner and she changed into a short, pleated black skirt and higher heels. All through the meal, I got even more flirtation than Armando had, but there was no mistaking it – we were headed to bed. As I walked her back to her apartment, I asked her the question that had been on my mind. "It doesn't bother you that I'm younger than you are?" She shook her head. "Does it bother you that I'm shorter than YOU are? Those aren't important things, besides, once you're in bed with me, you'll gain a few years," she laughed. I found her so easy to talk to and continued to wonder just why Sharae had never introduced us. Once we got back to the girls' place, Candi pounced on top of me and started stripping the pair of us, playful squeals coming from her mouth as she enjoyed the sight of my muscles. "Damn her, Sharae was right," she said under her breath. "If I had known how gorgeous you were, I would have made a play for you and tried to steal you away from her." Okay, so now I had my answer. Given that, I'm not too sure that I wouldn't have succumbed. There was a freshness to Candi that I found sexy and once she was naked, I don't think there were too many women I've wanted more. She had an all-over tan, perfect round breasts and the tiniest, sexiest body in all creation. We hadn't even made it to the bedroom and we were making out like two teenagers – okay, officially, I still was one, but ... Every inch of me was on fire and when Candi scampered away, I almost ran a marathon sprint to catch up to her. We jumped on to her bed and she got on all fours. "Eat me!" She commanded and that was my pleasure. I got her wet and then, she took me and got me rock-solid before climbing aboard. We must have fucked in every position we could think of. We didn't finish until dawn and I wondered where the hell Sharae was. Candi informed me over coffee that she had been spending a lot of time with Erin and that they were getting really tight. It's been a few months since that night and I'm still seeing Candi, although not exclusively. She doesn't want that and I'm not about to make that mistake again. I do spend a lot of time with her though and I still haven't figured out exactly what draws me to her. Whatever it is, I'm not questioning it and we really have sexual chemistry. Rita did not come around the gym for a while. Sharae heard that she was having financial issues, as she was now living in her own apartment. When she did come back, she got another trainer and she avoids me as much as she can. I suppose that I'll forgive her, eventually. After all, in all honesty, I ended up with a much better arrangement in the one I share with my gorgeous Candi.