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Nothing

By: DiaperedSiouxsie



"Dammit!" 

Kurt was mad. Outraged. Upset. Pissed off. Overall not in a good mood. Being a senior in high school wasn't easy. Well, it was, but not when you saved your nine page term paper to do the night before it's due date. He had forgotten all about it. He swept his brown bangs out of his tired equally brown eyes. He had been told before that his eyes were somewhat girlish, which he had no problem with since it helped him get women. They liked that, for some reason. 

He was sitting in his English class just watching the clock, each tick of the second hand a signal that liberation was nearing, that the agony would soon end. Until he would get home to do his report. He glanced over at the door and saw something he knew he would see. 

Kelly. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous or anything, but she just had this aura about her that made him want to fuck the shit out of her. She had such a cute, innocent face, which oddly enough contained two dark, almost seductive blue eyes. He could look into them for a split second and forget where he was. She never wore any feminine clothes (today she was wearing a black Pantera shirt with relatively tight blue jeans, similar to his gray Slayer shirt and black jeans) but he could somehow foresee a lovely body underneath them. 

She wasn't fat at all, so her body certainly couldn't be bad. Her long beautiful auburn hair looked as if it were cascading like a waterfall down her shoulders. Her fairly white skin looked pure as silk on riverbed and just as never-ending. She was so pure, so nubile, so perfect. If he remembered correctly, she had just turned eighteen last week, which made things totally risk free. Just then, everyone got up and started leaving. 

'What the hell?' Kurt thought. He thought about this a bit. 'Oh, the bell rang.' He got up and headed out, but on his way to his car he felt a soft, smooth hand on his arm, and heard a gentle voice calling his name. It was - you guessed it - Bill Clinton. 

"Hey Kelly," Kurt stammered, somewhat aghast. 

"Um," she seemed deep in thought. She was that perfect height where she could rest her head on Kurt's shoulder without even straining. He smelled her and his head began to swim. "You wouldn't be able to give me a ride home, would you?" she asked. 

"My car broke down this morning, and I walked here. It would help me out tremendously." Without a second thought, Kurt asked her where she lived. "I live up on 46 and 2," she answered. 

"Cool," Kurt said, "I live in that area. It's not a problem." Kurt felt extremely lucky. Here he was with this girl he wanted; after only talking to her about three times she asks for a ride, which implies trust. And he could swear that she was checking him out as they were talking. 

"Thanks a lot," she told him. They headed to his car were Kurt opened the door for her, not sure how to act but assuming that chivalry always helped, and then opened his door and climbed to the driver's seat. He turned on the car and Tool blared into the student parking lot. They took off. An active conversation took place in the car, ranging from music to hobbies to ex-signifigant others. Finally Kelly blurted something out as they neared their destination. "Kurt?" she began shyly. "What's up?" he acknowledged. "You know, you're different from most guys. You and I kind of have a mental compatibility that's hard to find elsewhere." 

'Damn', thought Kurt. 'She realized it too? Kick ass'. "I guess what I'm trying to say," she carried on, "is that I really like you. A lot. And I don't even know you that well." Kurt proceeded to explain that he felt exactly the same. Silence permeated the car for a bit. Finally, Kelly spoke up. 

"Is there a place where we can be alone?" Kurt looked at her. Those dark eyes shone in a manner that was almost sexually menacing. Even with that glow in her eyes, her face looked so innocent, so pure. He immediately U-turned and drove into a field behind an abandoned farm. Kelly took off her seatbelt and lept on Kurt, kissing him hotly. Kurt made no attempt to resist and kissed her back in the same passionate fashion. Kelly reached her hands down Kurt's pants and started pulling out Kurt's cock. Kurt's hands were busy taking off her shirt and removing her bra. Shit, she had a nicer chest than the clothes she wore let on. 

He couldn't wait to see the rest of her. Finally, Kelly backed off. Kurt looked at her adorable face and saw worry. "Are you okay?" She looked behind them and saw only brush and the abandoned farm. 

"If you're uncomfortable we don't have to have sex," Kurt assured her. 

"I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to." Kelly looked back at him, her dark blue eyes burning into his. 

"No, it's not that. Rest assured, I want to fuck your brains out. I just thought I heard something." 

Hearing her sweet, innocent mouth talking like that just turned him on even more. This time it was he who jumped on her. He reached down and helped her pull down her pants and panties while he voraciously licked at her left breast's nipple. As he did this, she cooed things into his ear. All he could hear was her panting. "Oh, fuck yes, baby....don't you dare stop....it feels so good...".

Once she was free of her pesky undergarments, he began fingering her. He explored her nicely shaved area, and gradually stuck his finger in there, and a second followed suit. He quickly found her G spot and played with it. This emitted loud moans of pleasure from Kelly. With his other hand he kneaded her ass, which was also suprisingly nice. He started gently and gradually got rougher and rougher. Soon she came all over his hand and he pulled out. He took his fingers into his mouth and sucked her cum from his fingers. "Not bad," he said with an endorsing grin. Then he got his dick and began rubbing the head against her pussy lips. She gasped uncontrollably. "Stop.....teasing...me...."

"I'm not teasing you, babe," he told her. "I'm just getting my cock nice and wet for you." Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Kelly, he thrust himself inside her. "Shit," he muttered. She grinned sheepishly. "Are you alright?" he asked her, stopping in his progress. 

"I will be," she responded, "in the meantime just keep moving like that." Kurt obeyed and slowly slid in and out of her, savoring every second. Suddenly Kelly wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked into him, like she was spurring him on. "Oh, god yess!!" she screamed. 

"Harder!" He wasn't one to disobey a lady. He began humping her harder and faster, increasing his intensity at an accelerating rate. "Oh, fuck me Kurt! Fuck me! You feel so good inside me...." Kurt couldn't last much longer, as he was nearing his orgasm. Kelly seemed to have sensed it, because she pulled away, got up off of her back on her hands and knees, and aimed her ass at Kurt. "I've heard doggystyle is great," she told him, "but I never felt the need to go out and see. What better time than now?" 

Without even thinking about it, he inserted himself into her sweet pussy and felt it tighten. Though she was tight she was also dripping wet, so he slid in rather easily. She squealed. She screamed. She was in so much pleasure that she couldn't think. All she could do was brace herself on the car door window and scream out Kurt's name repeatedly. Kurt bent over to continue feeling Kelly's incredible breasts and he licked her ear gently. 

She responded be turning her head and kissing him with barbaric ferocity. All the while, he kept slamming into her, and they were loving every moment of it. Kurt knew he was on the edge and Kelly's begging and moaning for more of his cock and her tight pussy practically milking him was more than enough to push him over. He came what must have been near a gallon inside her tight, beautiful, shaved pussy. This sensation made Kelly cum as well. Kelly came so much that she was short of air and could barely even gasp. 

Ooohh godddd..." she managed out. "I'm cumming......cumming for you..." Kurt was having difficulty standing on his knees. Finally he pulled out of her, when they engaged in a long, loving kiss. Just in time to see the police car pull up behind them. "Shit!" Kurt exclaimed. He handed Kelly her clothes.

"What's the matter?" she asked. She then saw the police car. "Fuck!" They frantically put their clothes back on, except that the shirts were mixed up. Just as they were fully clothed, the officer got out of his car and walked towards the driver's window. "Good thing we didn't go in the back," Kurt joked. Kelly tried not to laugh. The cop knocked on the window and Kurt rolled it down.

"Hello, officer," he said politely. 

"Hello, son," he answered in a pinched voice that sounded as though it had little fun. "What are you two doing here?"

"Lost," Kurt said. 

"Yeah, because this idiot can't read a map," Kelly chimed in. 

"Do you know how to get to 46 and 2?" The officer laughed and told them. He also told them that this was private property and that they had to leave. They thanked him and he told them to have a nice day. Kurt backed out after the officer and found the main road.

As they drove down, Kelly said, "He knew we were fucking, didn't he?" She gestured to her bra still on the floor. 

Kurt chuckled. "Probably. You should probably get home, too." She agreed, and in minutes he dropped her off. They kissed briefly and she got out. "Wait a minute," she said, a sly grin spreading across her face, that seductive look returning to her eyes. "My parents won't be home for another couple of hours...."

Nothing



She waited for him. 

While she waited she thought of him, his sweet young face, his muscular lithe frame, his dark rock star hair. How she wanted to kiss that face, to take his lips with hers. How she wanted to let her fingers slide through his long hair and press her body against his, to feel her skin against his. She wanted him, wanted to be part of him if only for the too short moments of a lovers bed. 

It hadn't been his body that had attracted her at first. No, and in fact, she had not been attracted to the silly boy at first. On their first meeting, long before now, long before he should have been thinking of such things, he had told her he loved her. Of course, she had laughed it off especially after her son had told her that the boy thought she was hot. A teen infatuation with a friends mother was all it was she told herself.

Several years later, he moved into the neighborhood. Before long he spent more time at her house than at his own. His parents complained at first but he reminded them that he was 18 and they stopped, knowing it was a lost cause.

He still told her he loved her but now made no bones about what he meant by it. She still laughed it off, or tried to. She played off his advances with humor, gently mocking his advances or ignoring them all together. 

His cock-sure attitude and maturity came through in their conversations and she gained respect for him,for among other things, he was dedication to his music. With respect came admiration and then suddenly she began to notice his muscles while he played and how his hair fell across his face. She noticed his strong, sure hands as he played the guitar. She found herself wishing he would play her body with as much passion. 

That thought troubled her. How would her family react, how would his family react, how would society as a whole react to such a disparity of age. On reflection, she realized that his young age didn't bother her, it was societies pressures that made it taboo. Even so, she told herself, it wouldn't be right. 

She did however begin to crave his company and accept his subtle advances, a touch on the leg here, a snuggle on the couch there. Then began the verbal sparring, her telling him if he were 10 years older he might be able to keep up with her, he saying he was experienced enough to satisfy. 

Just as she began to drop her objections, she noticed a sharp decline in his attentions. At first she felt as if he had been playing with her emotions, but then he began talking of a girl at school. She'd never fooled herself into believing that they would have a relationship more than the odd friendship that they shared, only hoped that it might become physical. Now there was this girl in his life. She committed herself to letting her physical feelings go. To forgetting her longings and not tear herself apart over his relationship with this girl.

Her commitment to herself lasted all of 12 hours. He cuddled up to her and reignited her wants. She spoke to him, knowing how inappropriate their relationship was and not caring anymore. Could they still flirt while he dated this girl? Of course, was the answer. 

So how far was too far, how far could the flirting go? As far as you like, was the answer. 

She knew better. She also was fairly sure he had no idea where his untested line was. So she tested it. 

She started by getting up and standing behind his chair, casually playing with his hair. He closed his eyes. She ran her fingers through his hair and caressed his head and neck with her practiced hands. He laid his head back with a pleasant grin on his face. As her hands slipped down his neck onto his shoulders, she asked again how far could she go. Again the same answer. 

She ran her hands across his shoulders and down his arms. His breath quickened as she ran her hands across his chest then back to his hair. She bent over reaching down his chest and bringing her face on level with his nuzzling his ear and neck. Too far? She whispered in his ear trying to contain her own quickened breath. Again he answered no.

She stood again and placed her hands on his face. He opened his eyes as she bent over him. She looked him in the eyes, her own eyes, she was sure showed the want. If they didn't the gravelly tone of her voice did, can I kiss you? She didn't hear the answer, her blood was pounding in her ears,but she knew it was positive. Bending over him her upside down lips found his. Soft at first as he met her lips with his then as passion began to overtake them their kiss became more vigorous, but then something. . .she felt his energy change. 

Pulling away from his lips she nuzzled his ear again trying to form words in her muddled brain. "That's as far as I'll go without you asking me to" she whispered. 

"I don't care how far you go" he whispered back.

"And Mary?" 

He objected that Mary was fine with it, but she felt rather than heard the kernels of guilt and doubt begin to grow. 

Just then she heard her son coming downstairs so she quickly stepped away. 

As she drove him home that night he chattered and joked, changing the subjects so fast that she couldn't get the conversation back to their kiss. She had a distinct feeling that he feared telling her what she already knew. It wasn't until she pulled into his driveway that their was a pregnant pause and she jumped clumsily into it, her own worst fears playing in her head. "Are you okay with tonight?" She knew he wasn't, "I'm sorry," she said without thinking then wondered what she was sorry for. 

"We'll talk about it later, k?"

"Okay," she answered feeling like a silly teenage girl who'd just embarrassed herself.

Later that night she noticed he was online but couldn't bring herself to IM him like she normally would. She was afraid that she had acted predatory and taken advantage of someone with much less experience. It was he who messaged first but mention of that evening was pointedly ignored. Finally she asked the question. "Should I have apologized? I'm in a gray area here." she wrote 

"I know. I wouldn't mind it..."he wrote. For a moment she wasn't sure if the apology or the kiss was what he was talking about. As he continued she realized that it was the kiss. ". . . but to be honest. . .I felt bad. I really do love Mary and she's trusting me to an amazing point and I don't want anyone else at the moment. I don't want to hurt her in any way. You know?" 

She'd known it was coming, but it still made her sad to hear it. She'd known it while she was enjoying his sweet lips. She began to grieve the flirting because even if it didn't lead anywhere, it was fun and made her feel good. She read on.

"Wanna go back to the way it was before today?" he wrote next as her heart gave a happy jump, " Maybe someday we'll do that stuff...but right now I love Mary and I can't do that to her. I hope you understand."

Now she was smiling. It boggled her mind how such a young man could gently but definitively turn her down but give her hope and promise that things wouldn't change between them. She was glad, it wasn't per say a rejection so it didn't hurt like one. In the same token he showed he was honorable and cared for both of them enough to protect them both. 

"I do understand. That was part of my concern. I know you love her. I don't want to mess that up, and I don't want to mess up our friendship. I really do value that," she answered.

"Same here. Are we cool then?"

"Yes. Still flirt though?"

"I said go back to how we were before."

"It really does make me feel good," she admitted then thought for a moment about the kiss. It had been so delicious to kiss him, but that was that the limit for him? She knew if they didn't define limits then someone could get hurt and it might just be her. If things went bad, it would be she who would look like a predator, so it was he who had to set the limit. "So we need to talk about where the line of flirting is," she said. 

"Ok," he responded, then after a pause "Not where we went today. That's the line."

She was fairly sure he meant the kiss, but the rest had been rather intimate too and to most, not in the realm of flirting. "The kiss or playing with your hair or both?"

"The kiss." he responded, then after a pause, "I like it when you play with my hair."

When he didn't say more she promoted him, "Cuddling?"

"Sure."

She wished that he would elaborate further because 'cuddling' to her encompassed a lot. But she suspected, just like the kiss, he wouldn't recognize a limit until he saw it. She would have to tread lightly or they might find themselves well over a line before he recognized it. She had to give him the responsibility to draw the lines, she knew. "As long as I know where the limits are, I won't cross them." she said even as she hoped that she could keep her word.

"Ok," he agreed. Then as if needing to justify his rejection of her he said, " I'm not use to loving someone. It feels nice. I don't wanna hurt her, you know."

She was happy for him and didn't want to jeopardize his relationship. Given a choice, he chose the girl. And she couldn't blame him for that choice, it would have been folly of her to expect a regular, socially acceptable relationship with him. It would never happen, it would never be acceptable so for him not to have picked the girl would have been folly. 

So for months they flirted and teased, though he seemed to run hot and cold with his flirting. He would cuddle to her but then not react at all when she ran her fingers through his hair or caressed his shoulder. They talked about her need for some small reaction, something to show her that he enjoyed what she did. After that he reacted, but often very subtly. 

She didn't cross the line though she found it difficult, even uncomfortable, to keep within the limits sometimes. She lusted after him, though not obsessively as she had before. 

One weekend, one of their discussion centered around oral sex. She, who took pride in her skill, and confidently told him that nothing the girl could do would compare to what she could do. Experience and knowledge trumps youth in those respects, she told him. It is a skill that can be learned, she said, and proceeded to tell him that she could teach him some things that he could teach his partners. She of course had laughed when she talked to him, allowing it to be a joke. They both knew it wasn't.

The following week she barely saw him as if he was avoiding her. She wondered if he was feeling odd about her.

The next weekend, when she saw him again, she had decided again to stop acting so silly and try to let the lust die. She'd turned away his playful flirting and suggestions by not responding. That lasted for a few hours until he laid his head in her lap to watch a movie. She couldn't resist putting her fingers in his hair and caressing his neck. Her lust flared, but the next day she fought to keep a respectable distance and made no advances though she did not turn his verbal advances away. 

Sunday he went with her on an errand in the city. As they drove, he spoke of Mary for the first time that weekend. He was still in love though as he spoke, she noticed doubt in his voice. He was also frustrated. She seemed to delight in teasing and torturing him sexually. They had not been alone together in two weeks and thus had not had sex, but she delighted in rubbing on him during class and talking dirty constantly. She spoke of giving him head in a quiet area at school, but he knew getting caught would mean expulsion.

"I think I'm going to be expelled," he stated plainly as they drove home from the city.

She looked at him concerned. "You don't want to do that."

"No not really, but she's driving me crazy. She teases me all the time, it's hard to take."

"I know," she answered, then thought of some of the flirting, some of the teasing she had done. "Do you want me to stop teasing you. Will that make things better?"

"No, I like it from you. Besides what you do isn't tease, is it? You mean what you say."

"Yes," she admitted then to deflect with humor, "It would purely be educational of course."

"Educational?" he laughed.

"Oh, yes I could teach you some things," she said in mock seriousness. "It would be purely educational, I wouldn't get any satisfaction from it you see," this last bit was laughed.

"Purely educational..." he was amused, " I think I like that idea."

They chuckled at each other for a few moments before the road took her attention again. She had to exit the freeway to get gas. 

When she got back in the car, she had pushed the conversation to the back of her mind, chocking it up to another enjoyable but unproductive conversation. 

"So when could I get my first lesson?" he asked. 

She looked at him, judging his seriousness. She couldn't tell but she thought he meant it. "Right now?" she tested.

"Where?"

"Here?" she said indicating a side lot of the truck stop. She was well aware of what was and wasn't possible in such a lot. But what she had in mind was well within the possible, if he were serious ;she doubted that he was.

"I don't think that's a good idea,"

Ah, she though, I was right, blowing smoke, but then he continued, "Kind of populated isn't it?"

She shrugged with a non committal sound and pulled onto the street towards the freeway. 

Once on the freeway he began again, "What what would you teach me?" 

"A little of this, a little of that, things a man should learn." she glanced again at him and wondered again whether he was serious or not. "I could teach you some things now if you like," she said reaching over and squeezing his leg. 

"While you're driving? Hands on the wheel woman." 

Taking that as his answer she put her hands back on the wheel but proceeded to tell him that she was quite capable of driving with one hand or her knee if need be. 

"Oh the images in my head," he said his voice taking on a slightly husky tone. He was well aroused now. 

She let the matter drop as she drove and they fell silent.

As they pulled off of the freeway she heard him say again, almost to her surprise, "Where do you want to go,"

She looked at him for a moment. He wanted it and he was telling her so. He was redrawing the line into nonexistence. Home was out, of course, her son was home. In her head she evaluated several parks for fitness and found most of them lacking for that time in the evening. Having not grown up in the area, she did not know where all of the hidden away places were couples could misbehave. Their situation was even more serious as questions would be raised because of their ages. The last thing she needed was to be charged with prostitution. She remembered a suitable place and drove to it, an oil well road off a lightly traveled road. 

"Are you sure about this?" she asked the line conversation still in her head.

"Yeah," he answered as if she had asked if he was sure the sky was blue. It was a yes, of course, how silly to ask such a thing. 

"Okay," she said as she ran her fingers through his hair and down his neck. Leaning in she nuzzled his ear and kissed down his neck. She pulled back and looked at him for a moment, half expecting him to put the brakes on. She resisted an impulse to test his line by asking about Mary again. 

Instead she tested it with the subject of the last line, she leaned in to kiss him. He faltered for a split second then returned the kiss. She pulled away first and looked at him, evaluating. When she leaned in again she placed his hand on her breast. He lightly squeezed it, but seemed distracted when her hand found his crotch and began rubbing his already erect cock. 

She fumbled at his belt for a moment before he undid it. She unbuttoned his pants but he quickly pulled them down to expose his waiting dick.

She was thankful to find him as well endowed as she had thought he was. He carried a respectable length and large balls but what thrilled her was his girth. She remembered all too well in her younger years, how she had been disappointed by too thin dicks of young men. She had always assumed that girth came with age, but apparently not. 

She briefly caressed it then, more quickly than she had intended, she moved to devourer it with her lips. She had intended to build his anticipation, but her lust for his member overcame her. The console between the seats dug into her side and she couldn't get the angles she preferred, but there was no question that he enjoyed her ministrations. His body stiffened and his breathing quickened. He moaned and whispered 'oh my god' more than once.

She gave him a little bit of most of her techniques, enough for him to want to sample them again, then she followed his body cues to bring him to the edge before backing off a tad and then finally bringing him over the edge. "Don't stop, I'm going to come," he pleaded. She obliged and took his come in her mouth until he was done. She continued to stroke him with her mouth after he was done until the first bits of over stimulation caused him to jump slightly. 

She sat up wiping the corners of her mouth with her finger and watched him breath heavily. He looked at her and smiled. She smiled back and kissed him.

"Lesson one," she said, "Things are better when they're not in a car."

"Things are better when they're not in a car," he repeated then with a glint in his eye asked, "What things?"

"All things. I can't get in the right positions in a car. I'm usually better than that. I'll show you in lesson two."

"Lesson two?"

"Yeah, I'll show you this is better when not in the car," she laughed, then becoming increasingly aware how long they had been sitting on the well road she said, "Get dressed." 

As they got back to his house he asked when his next lesson was. 

"Whenever you'd like."



Nothing



There is nothing in the world, nothing, that comes close to watching your sub tremble...

Sometimes, it's the pain... We all know how that feels... When we have taken them as high as they can go... The pain, the pleasure, the build and then the body takes over... the endorphins, the dopamine all rush round the mind, the body... and oh how the soul soars.

But that's not what interests me today... Today, you get nothing...

First would be the blindfold: one sense less to defend you; one less sense to prepare you for what is about to come.

Today is a silk day... Not that you know as you cannot see a fucking thing... but today, it pleases me to use a transparent silk scarf to tie you. In line with the nothingness, the tranquility, we use purple. Yes, purple pleases me... so soft, not too tight, just enough to hold U there without too much feeling... Slowly, gently, without words, you feel yourself being tied to the bed, arms to the corners. First, your right; up above your head, the scarf giving you just the lightest of touches on your wrist. The room is cool, but not too cool... Next, your left; my hands taking you from the shoulder, gently scraping my nails down the length of your arm... inch by slow inch, the softest, the merest of touches bringing your skin alive...

The spasm that goes through your body as the next silk scarf floats down your stomach... Oh, how that pleases me: the shudder that rips through you as I lift the scarf off just a single centimeter away from your clit. The first involuntary sound, too... Oh, I like that. This pleases me very much...

Again, tight enough to keep you exactly where I want you, but giving almost no sensation, I tie your ankles together. So, so soft. So gentle. The only sensation you feel is when I pull your legs down the bed, ensuring you are at full stretch: ensuring you cannot bend or open your legs, ensuring you cannot pull up with your arms... Your sharp intake of breath gains my attention. I look up and savour the sight of your face: the slight change, the discomfort, the uncertainty now that ripples through you like a chill running through your bloodstream.

And now you are mine.

Nothing.

I smile as I watch you hold your breath. You arch your neck, trying to bring your head up, trying to get some kind of input, trying to hear a single sound, ANY sound that will feed your senses...

Nothing.

Every tick of the clock feels like a life time...

Then a sound to your left. A clicking sound. You have no idea what I am doing.. but then you feel it... the cool breeze that washes over you from the open window. Your nipples jump to life as the cool air envelopes you. The goose-bumps over every inch of your body make me smile. Oh, how you please me.

Then I see you try to lift your ass into the air.. The cool air caresses your clit. The softest of bites on your lip. I love watching as you try to stifle your moan. The joy that seeps through me as you can't disguise the pleasure it gives you.

Now I have your attention, the window closes. The room is cool enough and I want this to last a VERY long time... You can hear me open the toy drawer. Oh, the gush that has just gone through You. Right now, your every pore tells me just how fucking wet you are.

You hear me pick up something. You're not sure what. Over and over in your head you are saying "flogger"; "Let it be that flogger" as if you saying that in your head will make it happen. Not that you know, yet, but I do pick up the flogger: U know the long one with the multiple suede strands... The red thuddy one I love to use to tease your breasts, the one I love to splay over your body as I slowly bring it down from your breasts, down over your stomach inch by slow inch before it leaves your body just an inch away from your clit. You are conditioned: you know as it leaves your body it will do an arc, and then land swiftly on your clit. You know, too, the direct correlation: the closer it is to your clit when it is lifted, the harder it comes round to torture your soft little button...

You hear it as I draw fast circles in the air, and you know. I see the half smile on your face. I smile the other half for you because I know...

Today, you get nothing.

And so, I spin it a couple of times so that you know exactly what is in my hand. Then I bring it crashing down onto the bed achingly close to your right side, yet never touching you. The sound!! The feel of it hitting the bed! The cool air that flies over your body as the whip passes within an inch of your skin...

It's just made me hard as fuck watching your goose-bumps get goose-bumps.

Without touching the bed, I lean over you. The first clue to you is my warm breath on the right side of your neck... The confusion tearing through you right now... the cool air on your nipples, the heat of my breath on your neck... the need to feel just once, just once the cool leather against you... but, no.

Today, you get nothing...

Well, maybe my warm breath on your left nipple. The warmth, the dampness seeping into your skin. The trail of moisture upon you as I snake my way down your body. Oh, how I love to snake down your body... my fingers, my tongue, the end of the flogger... You know I love exploring you; teasing every single inch of you as I do so... but just not today. My breath teases your body... its warmth slowly becomes part of you, you pull your stomach in, yet try to lift it up to touch my lips... my soft, gentle lips... And yet, all you get is my breath. Oh, how my balls clench as I hear another moan from U. Another involuntary spasm takes your body as the warmth of my breath seeps into your soul...

Already the trembling starts as I am just inches away from your button... The warmth penetrating your skin, slowly flowing deeper inside you as it gets closer... closer... closer still... As the warm breath changes to a cool blow over your clit, the sound that emanates from you is just wonderful... The frustration the burns through you right now is all there in that sound... The fire of need that courses through every fucking vein in your tense body burns deeper with every tremble, with every angry, frustrated moan that you dare to fire out of your dry throat...

You know... Normally, I would punish such behaviour with a damned good beating, bringing your skin to full redness, marking every inch of you as I see fit. But your insolence is rewarded another way...

Today, you get nothing...

You trying to lift your clit up to me is amusing me. Oh, how it would drive you fucking wild to see the smug, self amused look on my face right now... I pick up the flogger again. The optimism cruelly builds within you again. The words"This time" race through your mind, "Please, let it be this time." I can almost see it on your face.

I circle the flogger again... you hear it gain speed, you hear the circles getting faster, harder... you can feel the cold air over your nipples as I circle closer and closer to your breasts... So, close you can almost feel it. I love the shudder ripping through you as I get almost too close... Your trembling body distracts me and I almost make contact with your nipple. As good as I am with words, I have no way to express how beautiful you look right now. I wouldn't know how to tell you: the combination of your body exposed, the look of desperation on your face, the convulsions taking control of you, the goose-bumps on your skin, the shaking of your legs, the delicate silk scarves holding U there, the shudders in your body. The love I feel for you right now, knowing that it's all mine.

I want to give you the world. But just not today... Today, you get nothing... I can't help but allow myself a guttural moan as I rip off your blindfold. I want you to see me now. I want you to see what your trembling body does to me. I want you to see your own nipples dance to the gentlest attention from the whip'. I want you to see the strands of the flogger slowly move down towards your stomach. You know what's coming when I get closer to your clit. You've already figured that with your legs tied shut that this will hurt more than normal but, right now, you don't fucking care... you just need to feel it. I want you to see the flogger rise off your skin just millimeters away from your swollen clit. I want you to watch me as I pull back. I want you to watch me as I walk backwards away from you. I want you to watch me as I watch you.

I want you to see me walk... slowly... backwards... out the door...

Today, you get nothing...



Nothing a Good Affair Can't Fix



As Sarah entered the house, fairly exhausted from her first tennis lesson at the racquet club, she casually tossed the keys to her Mini on the center island in the kitchen. She was unfazed by the fact she was alone again...because she was always alone. Her husband, Tom, was ALWAYS in a meeting, at a conference, or playing golf with his clients. Their marriage bore more of a resemblance to two roommates than it did to two spouses. 

Heading up the stairs to grab a shower, she realized that she didn't care. She was thinking about her tennis instructor, Steven. She had just finished her first lesson with him and, while he wasn't the ONLY reason for her sudden desire in tennis, she didn't deny he WAS the primary one. Sarah had decided, some time back, to partake in some hobbies to pass the alone time she had, alone time that had been much more frequent over the past year or two. Janet, her best friend, had suggested tennis lessons at their club...because, she said with a wink in her eye, the new tennis instructor there was simply eye candy. 

As Sarah removed her sweaty clothing and turned the water on in the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. "You're still an attractive woman at 47," she thought to herself as she took the scrunchie out of her hair, leaving herself completely naked. She admired her medium sized breasts and tanned legs before stepping into the shower, letting the water cascade over her. 

Was she actually contemplating seducing her tennis instructor? Was she really going to pursue an affair with this guy who was probably ten years her junior? All she knew was that she still had needs that her trusty vibrator could not fill...and she couldn't get her mind off this gorgeous specimen of a man. She adjusted the nozzle to emit pulsing jets of warm water and leaned back against the far wall of the shower. Sarah had never had an affair...but her sexual urges were coaxing her on, conjuring up fantasies in her mind. As her alone time became more and more frequent, her desires and physical needs were overwhelming her timidity. And then...along came Steven. 

As she closed her eyes, she reached between her legs, finding her clean-shaven pussy, and parted the little pink lips. Moving her body slightly, the rapidly pulsing water took aim at her exposed clit, making her toes curl. As her right hand strummed up and down over the swollen hood, the water obediently beating against her sex, Sarah imagined Steven, her Greek god of a tennis instructor, on his knees in the shower before her. His hands on her ass cheeks, he was doing things with his tongue that the water could not do. Sarah opened her eyes and slid one, then two fingers of her left hand deep up her hot tunnel while her right hand still twiddled back and forth over her now rock-hard clit. As her breath shortened and her orgasm hit her hard, her legs weakened and she slid to the floor in the shower. 

And, in that moment, she knew she must have Steven. And she started formulating her plan of seduction. What should she do? How to go about it? She could not think up a plan. She will just have to wing it.

The next Sunday, Sarah has her second lesson scheduled with Steven at noon. She woke up considering which tennis outfit to wear. The one piece dress white with blue piping is what she thought made her figure look the best. What assets would interest Steven? Tits or Ass? Having no idea, she picked tits. She has nice tits and her nipples are constantly erect; all her life she has caught guys looking at them. Today she put on an exercise bra that does not have any filling to conceal her nipples through the tennis dress. Hoping to catch Steven's attention, she looked in the mirror and ran her hands over her body, checking herself out. She stopped at her breasts, pinched her nipples, and felt the familiar twinge of excitement. Her pussy started to get moist. "No time to play with pussy, now," she thinks, but hoped that maybe the wetness between her lips will draw some attention soon. She smiled, grabbed her keys and headed out to see Steven for her lesson.

When she arrived, Steven was on the court playing tennis with an old man from the club. Steven moved nicely, enjoying the game. His body looked strong and well-toned. He just won the match, and when he saw her, he smiled and waved at her to come onto the court. He gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She could smell him and liked his manly scent. Not wanting to leave his side she let his hand stay around her waist. The he dropped his hand and smacked her ass, saying innocently, "Now it is time to practice."

That smack did nothing to improve her game just made her pussy get even wetter! An hour later after drills and volley's Sarah was physically hot and tired but her desire was getting out of control. She thanked Steven for the lesson and asked if he wanted to grab lunch. He said yes! "But," he said, "let me have a shower, I'll be a more attractive companion. I'll meet you on the patio for lunch in 20 minutes."

As Sarah and Steven start walking toward the locker rooms Sarah noticed Steven checking her out. She asked, "What's up?"

He smiled and said, "Don't get mad if I tell you."

She said, "Go ahead."

He told her, "I can't stop looking at your breasts."

She laughed and asked, "Why?"

Steven gets closer and whispers in her ear, "Your nipples are begging to be in my mouth."

And then he had the nerve to palm her tit through the clothes, find a protruding nipple, and give it a pinch! Sarah opened her mouth to say something and but couldn't because his mouth and tongue were exploring her lips and mouth.

He led them to a side area away from the main walkways. She leaned against a wall, his body against hers. As they were kissing his hands started roving over her body, just the way she had hoped. Obviously her first instinct that he was a tit man was correct, but that's not all he wanted. His hands went from holding her face to rubbing her ass under the dress. Then a moment later his fingers are pulling on both nipples. She moaned.

Although the area where they were standing was fairly secluded, there was still the danger that someone would happen upon them. Sarah only knew that she didn't care. With her right hand, she pulled her tennis dress and bra down, and lifted her breast for Steven's enjoyment (her own enjoyment). Her left hand went to the back of his head and lowered his mouth to her waiting erect nipple. He was absolutely right. Her nipples WERE begging to be in his mouth. His mouth closed around her nipple like a baby, creating a riveting suction. She could feel his tongue fluttering all over it, bathing it in his saliva. 

"Bite my nipples," she asked, and he didn't hesitate. OH, yes that's it! Just when she thought she could stand no more, the bold tennis instructor took both hands and grabbed her ass cheeks, noticing that she had conveniently left her panties in the locker room. Sarah, now oblivious to whether anyone could see them, fumbled with the button and zipper on the front of his shorts. As Steven's shorts fell to the ground, she glanced down at the most gorgeous cock standing at attention just for her. She could not help but reach out and touch his cock. It looked delicious. She bent of and gave his cock a kiss and started licking the tip of his cock. She starting licking up and down his cock as she held the base and cupped his balls. For and instant she thought about her bare ass being exposed. She thought, "OMG what am I doing?"

Then she put the majority of his cock in her mouth and moved it in and out. On the last stroke she felt his hand move down her ass and start touching her pussy. His other hand was on the wall holding him up. As his fingers started moving up and down her lips spreading her moisture as he went, she started to moan and suck at the same time. As he parted her pussy lips and put his fingers into her it was too much for her to take. Still holding his cock in her hand she stood up, grabbing a breath of air she leaned back to enjoy the sensations. At that moment she opened her eyes as his fingers come out of her pussy. He licks them and then puts them in her mouth to taste.

With her back against the wall, Steven lifted her, his hands firmly upon her shapely ass. As Sarah locked her ankles around his back, he lowered her dripping pussy onto his waiting cock, impaling her. As he stepped in closer, she leaned forward to kiss him deeply, longingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and feeling his throbbing cock drive ever deeper into her.

She was enjoying the ride. His cock felt nice and hard. It was filling up her pussy and making her start to cum. As she got wetter and his strokes became more intense she put one foot on the ground for balance. He still had on hand under her thigh to hold it up. She reached around to touch his balls as he continued pounding his cock into her hungry, wet pussy. 

Regaining her sanity for one brief moment, Sarah realized that, just behind where they were standing, there was a secluded grassy area within a small cutout between the two buildings. She put her finger to Steven's lips and took him by the hand, pulling him over to the ready-made love nest. As she lay on the ground before him, she looked up at his cock in a very provocative manner, spreading her legs. Going from a dutiful wife to a sex crazed woman of desire wasn't that hard, actually. The zestful tennis instructor didn't need to be asked twice. He positioned himself between her legs, sliding his still rock-hard cock back inside her wet and willing pussy. Sarah pulled her legs up and locked her ankles behind his back. She reached down and grabbed his ass, not so gently. Being driven wild by the sensation of the desirable tennis instructor's balls slapping at her ass as he fucked her mercilessly, the wanton wife started thrashing her head side to side. When her orgasm subsided she pushed herself up and rolled Steven onto his back. She grabbed his cock and put in back in her wet pussy. Now she could ride the tennis instructor. She may suck at tennis, but riding his cock was a skill she had. 

She bent forward to kiss him, her breasts rubbed against his chest. He cupped them giving her nipples a little tug. That made her giggle and get serious. Giving his cock a squeeze as she rose up. Up and down, she was enjoying this. His hands went under her ass to bounce her up. Their speed started getting fast and furious.

Sarah knew by the way Steven was breathing that he wouldn't last much longer. The way she was using her pussy muscles to squeeze his cock was sending him over the edge. She was happy she could do that to him. It was incredible how his pistoning cock was filling her so full. Now, as he was ready to explode, Steven's cock was swelling even larger. After having had several orgasms, Sarah was ready to feel him flood her insides with his hot cum. Sarah had one more orgasm, sensing his release. Steven tensed and shot his cum into her. A second later, the movement of cock and pussy started pulling the cum back out of her, and she could feel their fluids start to run down her thighs. 

Steven relaxed and lay down next to her. She rested her hand in his chest and gave him a kiss. 

They both hurried to get dressed. As they walked back to the locker rooms to take showers Sarah asked Steven if he still wants to have lunch. Steven smiles and said yes! "I'll meet you in 20 at the grill." She was happy. "This is the start of something good," she thought.



Nothing At All



"But I didn't do anything!" Penny protested.

"Assume the position!" Matthew ordered her. "I won't tell you again."

Penny's lower lip, jutting out in a petulant pout, trembled, and tears flooded her wide blue eyes. She shivered, both because the air of the room, on her naked flesh, was cold and because she was afraid. Nevertheless, she knew better than to resist. Any defiance of Matthew's orders would cause her to suffer much worse than she would if she simply accepted her punishment, and, she knew from previous experience, she'd be punished severely enough as it was. Matthew believed firmly in the proverb that to spare the rod was to spoil was to spoil the child - or, in her case, the wife. She and Matthew had been married for five years now. However, she'd endured his abuse, both verbal and physical, far longer than that, for he'd broken her in - or, more accurately, broken her - years before, when they'd been dating and she'd been foolish and naïve enough to believe that she'd loved him - and that he'd loved her.

She wanted to know why she was going to be caned. What offense had she committed? Or was it a sin of omission for which she was to be punished? Had she forgotten to perform one of the countless duties he assigned her each day? She tried to recall whether she'd left any task undone, but there were so many chores that she couldn't be sure; besides, she was too anxious to think straight. Maybe it hadn't even been a chore she'd forgotten. Maybe it was something sexual. Often, her offense fit that category. Was she supposed to have sucked Matthew's cock this morning? Was she supposed to have parted her buttocks so he could slide his prick through her anus and fuck her deep and hard in the ass? Matthew never had regular, penis-vagina intercourse with her anymore. He'd stopped doing that as soon as they were wed. Instead, he preferred to use her orally or anally, because, he'd found, she had been hesitant to participate in such acts. She'd seen them as degrading and humiliating. Once he learned how she felt about these activities, he insisted that she engage in only them, never having ordinary sex with her again. Soon after, he'd added the insults, swearing, and corporal punishment. The latter had begun with spankings he'd administered with his hand, progressing to his use of the paddle, the belt, and, now, the cane. Not only had he changed to instruments that were capable of delivering greater and greater degrees of pain, but he'd also increased both the number of strokes he administered to her and their severity. 

Once, he'd been content to impart a rosy pink hue to her buttocks. Then, he required that they be red. Next, they must be purple. After that, he would not set aside his instrument of torture until her ass cheeks were black and blue and "decorated" - that was the word he used - with welts and bruises. Always, before now, however, he'd made it clear to her why he was punishing her. He'd wanted to impress her with the need to do this or not to do that or to perform her tasks and chores more thoroughly and responsibly or to be more enthusiastic about sucking his cock, swallowing his semen, or enjoying the privilege and honor of receiving his prick up her ass. After being upbraided for whatever she had or hadn't done or hadn't done to his satisfaction, she'd be spanked, paddled, whipped, or caned so that her negligence or incompetence or laziness would be impressed upon her. God help her if, after such a lesson, she forgot his teaching. Now, he'd introduced something new - he'd refused to identify her offense. How could she avoid a repetition of her transgression if he wouldn't tell her what she'd done wrong?

As she assumed the required position over the punishment bench that Matthew had designed himself and had constructed with his own hands, she realized that he would tell her; he meant only to wait until after the punishment had ended to inform her of her misconduct, rather than telling her beforehand, as was his usual custom. Perhaps, he'd supposed that her not knowing what she was being punished for would make her more anxious than she might be otherwise. If so, he was right, for she had no way to gauge his displeasure at her, since she did not know why he was annoyed, and, therefore, she would not be able to guess how many strokes he might give her or how hard the strokes might be delivered - not that she would know, for certain, even if she were aware of why she was being punished, but even the notion that she might reckon the number of the lashes she was to receive had always seemed, somehow, to help her to endure them.

The punishment bench resembled a low, padded sawhorse. Kneeling before it, as before an altar, she folded her stomach over the crossbar, with her knees spread wide. Then, Matthew advanced, securing her thighs in leather-padded manacles attached to chains, to keep her legs well spread, the better to tighten the flesh upon her elevated buttocks. He also secured her wrists in similar cuffs, so that she was bound securely and her ability to move was severely restricted. Displayed in such a manner, she felt both helpless and humiliated, as was Matthew's intent, and, of course, she could not avoid the impact of the cane; she must receive its cutting stroke fully upon her ass cheeks. Matthew had thought of gagging her, but he'd decided not to do so, because he found her screams and shrieks, like her moans and groans - and the pleas for him to stop - a sound more pleasant than a symphony. He also enjoyed the sight of her distress, and had situated the punishment bench before a huge mirror so that both he and Penny could observe her as she winced and flinched, could enjoy the gathering and overflow of her tears, and see the breaking of the sweat upon her brow, the gnashing of her teeth, and the distortion of her lovely features by the misery, pain, and suffering she felt upon her tormented buttocks.

After he'd secured her in place, Matthew pulled up the low stool he kept near the bench. Seating himself upon it, he placed a spread hand upon either of Penny's ass cheeks, kneading them as if they were dough. His fingers made deep indentations in her buttocks as he treasured the smooth, firm-soft globes. He smiled as he imagined the sleek, creamy flesh upon her bottom striped with marks from the slender bamboo cane he'd come to prefer over his hand, a paddle, or a belt. He continued to caress and admire the smooth mounds that concealed the anus that, invariably, he used for sexual intercourse with her, in lieu of her cunt, as much to deny her femininity as to mortify her. A prude, Penny still quailed whenever he took her anally or orally, believing, deep in her heart, that his use of her in such a fashion was somehow sinful and shameful, despite the numerous times that he had used in one or the other - or, frequently, in both - of these manners.

Perhaps emboldened by his touch, Penny pleaded again, her voice quivering, to be informed of his complaint against her. Why, she asked, was she to be caned? Her query brought an immediate response from Matthew. He smacked her ass hard.

"Ouch!" she cried.

"How dare you question me, bitch!" he thundered.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

Matthew smiled at the surrender in her words and at the broken spirit behind the tone of voice in which she'd uttered them. He gave her another sharp smack, and she lunged as far forward as she was able to do in the restraints that bound her.

"I just thought that, if I knew - "

He gave her a third smack. Her ass bore the pink print of his hand in its sleek, otherwise white flesh. "Silence, slut!" Matthew commanded her. "You will speak only when you are spoken to."

"Yes, sir."

"I am under no compulsion to defend my actions to you or to explain my behavior, whatever it may be."

"Yes, sir."

Satisfied by her response, he resumed his fondling of her buttocks, enjoying their smooth feel and the buoyancy of the spongy muscles beneath the sleek skin, which, soon enough, would bear the marks of his superiority and his domination and the corresponding signs of her inferiority and her compliance. Thinking about the welts and bruises and lacerations with which he'd adorn her ass gave him a thick, long, hard erection that his caning of her bottom would maintain and intensify. Giving Penny's left buttock a firm pinch that made her squirm, Matthew rose, set the stool aside, and took the flexible bamboo cane in hand.

Penny was aware that the moment was at hand, and she closed her eyes tightly, even as her tears began to flow down her cheeks. She gritted her teeth, and waited for the first stinging lash to light upon her buttocks. Her heart beat fast, her pulse racing, and she breathed in quick, short pants. Her hands were balled into fists, and her body was tense. She kept her buttocks relaxed, though, by force of will, having learned, long ago, that to tighten them in anticipation of the blow to come was to invite greater and longer-lasting pain.

She continued to wonder what she had done or not done or had done unsatisfactorily. She wanted to know, desperately, what sin she had committed or what duty she'd failed to accomplish or to complete satisfactorily so that she could make sure she never failed Matthew in the same manner in the future. Only by avoiding misconduct could she avoid the cane, and she would do almost anything to avoid the cruel instrument. Matthew's leaving her ignorant of her offense confused her and made her more anxious than her anticipation and fear of the cane itself always made her. By refusing to inform her of the nature of her wrongdoing, he'd intensified her suffering even before the actual beating commenced. She wanted to know why she was to be caned, but she knew better than to ask again. She must endure her punishment and wait until Matthew was ready to enlighten her as to the reason for the caning he'd given to her.

As she thought these miserable thoughts, she heard the dreaded, telltale whooshing sound of the cane as it cut through the air; a moment later, the bamboo's impact furrowed the flesh of her buttocks and sent an intense agony through her loins. She shrieked, straining against the cuffs that bound her wrists and thighs, and Matthew was rewarded by the sight of the naked anguish on her lovely face in the mirror that stood before the punishment bench. Her eyes were wide. Her mouth gaped. Tears rolled down her face. Pain was evident in her every feature.

Matthew smiled as he raised the cane again, thinking that Penny's ordeal had only just begun. He delivered six more lashes, hard and fast, and a series of parallel lines appeared on her ass cheeks, one below the next. Penny lurched in her restraints upon the receipt of each of these vicious blows, screeching and wailing as her face again and again contorted from the fiery agony that burned within her lacerated and bleeding buttocks. Her tears ran steadily, as she sobbed. However, she gave no voice to her suffering, and she didn't ask for mercy from Matthew, because she knew that he was merciless and that to beg for compassion or kindness from him would only arouse his ire further and result in a more severe and prolonged punishment. He could excuse her shrieks and sobs and moans; he would not excuse any verbal pleas for leniency.

Penny waited for the next lash - or series of lashes - to fall upon her upturned buttocks. None came. Still, she waited, tense and expectant, certain that the caning was not complete and sure that Matthew would strike her at least another dozen times. However, not further rain of blows fell. She could not see him in the mirror, but that didn't mean he'd left the room. He may have merely stepped away from the area of the chamber that was reflected in the oversize looking-glass. Could it be, she wondered, that Matthew had spent his anger in so brief a flogging? It seemed doubtful, but was it unthinkable? She continued to wait. The room was quiet. Had Matthew left her here, draped over the punishment bench, to endure the aftermath of her caning? Already, the stinging of her lacerated buttocks was becoming a more generalized sensation of soreness that would soon blossom into a feeling that was part heat and part pain, each sensation aggravating the other and making both more unpleasant than either would be by itself. Maybe Matthew wanted her to experience this torment for a longer time than usual - or maybe he meant to resume her caning after she'd had time to appreciate fully the effects of the preliminary beating!

A quarter of an hour later, Penny had just begun to hope that Matthew had vented his rage sooner than she'd expected and had left her shackled to the punishment bench in the awkward and uncomfortable position of having her knees spread wide apart, with her buttocks elevated and her waist bent over the bench's crossbar, her wrists and thighs manacled, to consider her latest punishment as she felt the stinging wounds he'd inflicted upon her bottom, and to commiserate with herself about her plight, when Matthew announced either his continued presence or his return to the chamber by showering her defenseless, bare buttocks with a hard rain of a dozen more fast and furious strokes of the cane. Penny's reactions were instantaneous: she screamed, howled, and bawled; she lurched and strained in her restraints; her face twisted into a grimace expressive of the distress she felt in her fiery, stinging buttocks; tears washed her face; and she was reduced, at last, to a whimpering, sobbing, mewling wretch, pleading for her punishment to end.

Matthew grinned as he lashed her bleeding, red and purple ass with the bamboo cane, cutting new marks in the sore and sensitive flesh and crossing previous lines with fresh stripes. The cane whined as it cut the air - and the flesh of Penny's sleek ass cheeks. She shrieked in anguish, muttering pleas for a cessation of her punishment. More slashing strokes of the cane crashed into her bottom, furrowing her buttocks and streaking them with blood from new lacerations. He beat her with the cane until her ass was a bloody mess, covered in blood and bruises and adorned with welts and swollen ridges of red and purple flesh, and his arm was exhausted. Penny screeched and wept and begged for mercy.

Finally, Matthew set aside the cane. He wiped the blood from Penny's ass with a soft, fuzzy towel. Then, he applied an antiseptic that burned, enflaming the pain that his strokes of the cane had caused her, and gently patted her bottom, announcing, "Your ass is purple, black, and blue, and crisscrossed with welts and lacerations. I suppose you've learned your lesson."

Now, Penny thought, at last, he would tell her what she'd done or hadn't done or hadn't done well enough to please him, and she would be able to adjust her behavior accordingly, to make sure she was never caned savagely again for the same infraction. Her ability to amend her behavior was the only way she had of avoiding the cane; it was her only defense against a beating; it was her only means of controlling her spankings in any way. Now that she'd been caned, Matthew, she knew, would allow her to ask, and she did so, quickly. "What did I do to deserve such a punishment?" she begged to know.

Matthew laughed. "Nothing," he answered. "Nothing at all."



Nothing At All: Alternative Version



"But I didn't do anything!" Tommy protested.

"Assume the position!" Matthew ordered him. "I won't tell you again."

Tommy's lower lip, jutting out in a petulant pout, trembled, and tears flooded his wide blue eyes. He shivered, both because the air of the room, on his naked flesh, was cold and because he was afraid. Nevertheless, he knew better than to resist. Any defiance of Matthew's orders would cause him to suffer much worse than he would if he simply accepted his punishment, and, he knew from previous experience, he'd be punished severely enough as it was. Matthew believed firmly in the proverb that to spare the rod was to spoil was to spoil the child--or, in him case, the boyfriend. Tommy and Matthew had been together for five years now. However, Tommy had endured Matthew's abuse, both verbal and physical, far longer than that, for Matthew had broken him in--or, more accurately, broken him--years before, when they'd been dating and Tommy had been foolish and naïve enough to believe that Matthew loved him--and that he'd loved Matthew.

Tommy wanted to know why he was going to be caned. What offense had he committed? Or was it a sin of omission for which he was to be punished? Had he forgotten to perform one of the countless duties he assigned him each day? He tried to recall whether he'd left any task undone, but there were so many chores that he couldn't be sure; besides, he was too anxious to think straight. Maybe it hadn't even been a chore he'd forgotten. Maybe it was something sexual. Often, his offense fit that category. Was he supposed to have sucked Matthew's cock this morning? Was he supposed to have parted his buttocks so Matthew could slide his prick through his anus and fuck him deep and hard in the ass?

Once, Matthew had been content to impart a rosy pink hue to Tommy's buttocks. Then, Matthew required that they be red. Next, they must be purple. After that, he would not set aside his instrument of torture until Tommy's ass cheeks were black and blue and "decorated"--that was the word that Matthew used--with welts and bruises. Always, before now, however, Matthew had made it clear to Tommy why he was punishing him. Matthew had wanted to impress him with the need to do this or not to do that or to perform him tasks and chores more thoroughly and responsibly or to be more enthusiastic about sucking his cock, swallowing his semen, or enjoying the privilege and honor of receiving Matthew's prick up his ass. After being upbraided for whatever he had or hadn't done or hadn't done to Matthew's satisfaction, Tommy had been spanked, paddled, whipped, or caned so that his negligence or incompetence or laziness would be impressed upon him. God help him if, after such a lesson, he forgot Matthew's teaching. Now, Matthew had introduced something new--he'd refused to identify Tommy's offense. How could Tommy avoid a repetition of his transgression if Matthew wouldn't tell him what he'd done wrong?

As he assumed the required position over the punishment bench that Matthew had designed himself and had constructed with his own hands, Tommy realized that Matthew would tell him; he meant only to wait until after the punishment had ended to inform him of his misconduct, rather than telling him beforehand, as was his usual custom. Perhaps, Matthew supposed that Tommy's not knowing what he was being punished for would make him more anxious than he might be otherwise. If so, he was right, for Tommy had no way to gauge Matthew's displeasure at him, since he did not know why he was annoyed, and, therefore, he would not be able to guess how many strokes he might receive or how hard the strokes might be delivered--not that Tommy would know, for certain, even if he were aware of why he was being punished, but even the notion that he might reckon the number of the lashes that he was to receive had always seemed, somehow, to help him to endure them.

The punishment bench resembled a low, padded sawhorse. Kneeling before it, as before an altar, Tommy folded his stomach over the crossbar, with his knees spread wide. Then, Matthew advanced, securing Tommy's thighs in leather-padded manacles attached to chains, to keep his legs well spread, the better to tighten the flesh upon his elevated buttocks. Matthew also secured Tommy's wrists in similar cuffs, so that he was bound securely and his ability to move was severely restricted. Displayed in such a manner, Tommy felt both helpless and humiliated, as was Matthew's intent, and, of course, he could not avoid the impact of the cane; he must receive its cutting stroke fully upon his ass cheeks. Matthew had thought of gagging Tommy, but he'd decided not to do so, because he found his screams and shrieks, like his moans and groans--and the pleas for him to stop--a sound more pleasant than a symphony. Matthew also enjoyed the sight of Tommy's distress, and had situated the punishment bench before a huge mirror so that both he and Tommy could observe Tommy as he winced and flinched, could enjoy the gathering and overflow of his tears, and could see the breaking of the sweat upon his brow, the gnashing of his teeth, and the distortion of his handsome features by the misery, pain, and suffering he felt upon his tormented buttocks.

After he'd secured Tommy in place, Matthew pulled up the low stool he kept near the bench. Seating himself upon it, he placed a spread hand upon either of Tommy's ass cheeks, kneading them as if they were dough. His fingers made deep indentations in the other man's buttocks as he treasured the smooth, firm-soft globes. He smiled as he imagined the sleek, creamy flesh upon Tommy's bottom striped with marks from the slender bamboo cane that Matthew had come to prefer over his hand, a paddle, or a belt. He continued to caress and admire the smooth mounds that concealed the anus that, invariably, he used for sexual pleasure and to further mortify Tommy. A prude, Tommy still quailed whenever Matthew took him anally or orally, believing, deep in his heart, that Matthew's use of him in such a fashion was somehow sinful and shameful, despite the numerous times that Tommy had been used in one or the other--or, frequently, in both--of these manners.

Perhaps emboldened by Matthew's touch, Tommy pleaded again, his voice quivering, to be informed of Matthew's complaint against him. Why, he asked, was he to be caned? His query brought an immediate response from Matthew, who smacked his ass hard.

"Ouch!" Tommy cried.

"How dare you question me, bitch!" Matthew thundered.

"I'm sorry," Tommy whimpered.

Matthew smiled at the surrender in his words and at the broken spirit behind the tone of voice in which he'd uttered them. He gave Tommy another sharp smack, and he lunged as far forward as he was able to do in the restraints that bound him.

"I just thought that, if I knew--"

Matthew gave Tommy a third smack. His ass bore the pink print of Matthew's hand in its sleek, otherwise white flesh. "Silence, slut!" Matthew commanded. "You will speak only when you are spoken to."

"Yes, sir."

"I am under no compulsion to defend my actions to you or to explain my behavior, whatever it may be."

"Yes, sir."

Satisfied by his response, Matthew resumed his fondling of his buttocks, enjoying their smooth feel and the buoyancy of the spongy muscles beneath the sleek skin, which, soon enough, would bear the marks of Matthew's superiority and his domination and the corresponding signs of Tommy's inferiority and compliance. Thinking about the welts and bruises and lacerations with which he'd adorn Tommy's ass gave Matthew a thick, long, hard erection that his caning of Tommy's bottom would maintain and intensify. Giving Tommy's left buttock a firm pinch that made him squirm, Matthew rose, set the stool aside, and took the flexible bamboo cane in hand.

Tommy was aware that the moment was at hand, and he closed him eyes tightly, even as his tears began to flow down his cheeks. He gritted his teeth, and waited for the first stinging lash to light upon his buttocks. His heart beat fast, his pulse racing, and he breathed in quick, short pants. His hands were balled into fists, and his body was tense. He kept his buttocks relaxed, though, by force of will, having learned, long ago, that to tighten them in anticipation of the blow to come was to invite greater and longer-lasting pain.

Tommy continued to wonder what he had done or not done or had done unsatisfactorily. He wanted to know, desperately, what sin he had committed or what duty he'd failed to accomplish or to complete satisfactorily so that he could make sure he never failed Matthew in the same manner in the future. Only by avoiding misconduct could he avoid the cane, and he would do almost anything to avoid the cruel instrument. Matthew's leaving him ignorant of his offense confused Tommy and made him more anxious than his anticipation and fear of the cane itself always made him. By refusing to inform him of the nature of his wrongdoing, Matthew had intensified Tommy's suffering even before the actual beating commenced. Tommy wanted to know why he was to be caned, but he knew better than to ask again. He must endure his punishment and wait until Matthew was ready to enlighten him as to the reason for the caning he'd given to him.

As Tommy thought these miserable thoughts, he heard the dreaded, telltale whooshing sound of the cane as it cut through the air; a moment later, the bamboo's impact furrowed the flesh of his buttocks and sent an intense agony through his loins. He shrieked, straining against the cuffs that bound his wrists and thighs, and Matthew was rewarded by the sight of the naked anguish on his face in the mirror that stood before the punishment bench. Tommy's eyes were wide. His mouth gaped. Tears rolled down his face. Pain was evident in his every feature.

Matthew smiled as he raised the cane again, thinking that Tommy's ordeal had only just begun. He delivered six more lashes, hard and fast, and a series of parallel lines appeared on Tommy's ass cheeks, one below the next. Tommy lurched in his restraints upon the receipt of each of these vicious blows, screeching and wailing as his face again and again contorted from the fiery agony that burned within his lacerated and bleeding buttocks. His tears ran steadily, as he sobbed. However, he gave no voice to his suffering, and he didn't ask for mercy from Matthew, because he knew that Matthew was merciless and that to beg for compassion or kindness from him would only arouse his ire further and result in a more severe and prolonged punishment. Matthew could excuse his shrieks and sobs and moans; he would not excuse any verbal pleas for leniency.

Tommy waited for the next lash--or series of lashes--to fall upon his upturned buttocks. None came. Still, he waited, tense and expectant, certain that the caning was not complete and sure that Matthew would strike him at least another dozen times. However, not further rain of blows fell. He could not see Matthew in the mirror, but that didn't mean he'd left the room. He may have merely stepped away from the area of the chamber that was reflected in the oversize looking-glass. Could it be, Tommy wondered, that Matthew had spent his anger in so brief a flogging? It seemed doubtful, but was it unthinkable? Tommy continued to wait. The room was quiet. Had Matthew left him here, draped over the punishment bench, to endure the aftermath of the caning? Already, the stinging of his lacerated buttocks was becoming a more generalized sensation of soreness that would soon blossom into a feeling that was part heat and part pain, each sensation aggravating the other and making both more unpleasant than either would be by itself. Maybe Matthew wanted Tommy to experience this torment for a longer time than usual--or maybe he meant to resume the caning after Tommy had had time to appreciate fully the effects of the preliminary beating!

A quarter of an hour later, Tommy had just begun to hope that Matthew had vented his rage sooner than he'd expected and had left him shackled to the punishment bench in the awkward and uncomfortable position of having his knees spread wide apart, with his buttocks elevated and his waist bent over the bench's crossbar, his wrists and thighs manacled, to consider his latest punishment as he felt the stinging wounds that Matthew had inflicted upon his bottom, and to commiserate with himself about his plight, when Matthew announced either his continued presence or his return to the chamber by showering Tommy's defenseless, bare buttocks with a hard rain of a dozen more fast and furious strokes of the cane. Tommy's reactions were instantaneous: he screamed, howled, and bawled; he lurched and strained in his restraints; his face twisted into a grimace expressive of the distress he felt in his fiery, stinging buttocks; tears washed his face; and he was reduced, at last, to a whimpering, sobbing, mewling wretch, pleading for the punishment to end.

Matthew grinned as he lashed Tommy's bleeding, red and purple ass with the bamboo cane, cutting new marks in the sore and sensitive flesh and crossing previous lines with fresh stripes. The cane whined as it cut the air--and the flesh of Tommy's sleek ass cheeks. Tommy shrieked in anguish, muttering pleas for a cessation of the punishment. More slashing strokes of the cane crashed into his bottom, furrowing his buttocks and streaking them with blood from new lacerations. Matthew beat him with the cane until Tommy's ass was a bloody mess, covered in blood and bruises and adorned with welts and swollen ridges of red and purple flesh, and Matthew's arm was exhausted. Tommy screeched and wept and begged for mercy.

Finally, Matthew set aside the cane. He wiped the blood from Tommy's ass with a soft, fuzzy towel. Then, he applied an antiseptic that burned, enflaming the pain that his strokes of the cane had caused, and gently patted his bottom, announcing, "Your ass is purple, black, and blue, and crisscrossed with welts and lacerations. I suppose you've learned your lesson."

Now, Tommy thought, at last, Matthew would tell him what he'd done or hadn't done or hadn't done well enough to please him, and Tommy would be able to adjust his behavior accordingly, to make sure that he was never caned savagely again for the same infraction. His ability to amend his behavior was the only way he had of avoiding the cane; it was his only defense against a beating; it was his only means of controlling the spankings in any way. Now that he'd been caned, Matthew, he knew, would allow him to ask, and Tommy did so, quickly. "What did I do to deserve such a punishment?" he begged to know.

Matthew laughed. "Nothing," he answered. "Nothing at all."

NOTE: This is an alternate to the original "Nothing At All," in which a man spanks his girlfriend for the same reason--none at all. The original version is also available on Literotica. 



Nothing Beats a Mom's Love



How humiliating. Here I am, a once-successful thirty-something, happily married, or so I thought, two kids, great house, great life, blah, blah, blah. And now...I'm looking up at the façade of my old childhood home, watching the moving men carting in the few boxes I have, the remnants of that successful life that's now wrecked to hell and back. Ye gods, does anything spell "loserville" like moving back home with your mommy???

I grabbed another box from the back of the car and carried it up to the house. Two of the movers, taking a short smoke break, don't see me behind them and are talking about my mom. "Damn," says one of them, blowing smoke out forcefully as if to punctuate his statement, "that is one hot momma, I kid you not. What'd she do, have him when she was 12 or somethin'?"

The other guy gave out a short, barking laugh. "Hell, she looks younger than him! I keep hopin' that top of hers slides down...wanna think about suckin' them nips of hers..." He groaned and did a quick double hip pump...then they turned and saw me. At least they had the grace to look embarrassed. I glared at them and said in my coldest voice, "How about putting the energy you're wasting fantasizing about doing my mom into moving my stuff in?"

They glared at me...and behind me, the voice of their boss chimed in, "If ya two don't need to get paid today, just let me know -- I can send ya home to fantasize alllll ya want...without pay, of course." If their faces could look any darker, they would -- but they also knew that they'd been well and truly caught out and couldn't even retaliate. They snuffed out their cigarettes and went back to work in a furious silence.

"Sorry about that...," the boss began, but I waved it off; the situation was embarrassing enough without discussing it any further. "It's ok," I said. "It's been taken care of."

He could see I was embarrassed by the whole thing, so he just smiled and walked off. You'd think I'd be used to this by now...my mom, the hottie. But I wasn't. Not even after all the years of hearing my friends tell me how lucky I was and how they'd love to "do" my mom. Not after watching my male teachers (and a few of my female ones) drool over my mom. Not after wondering, every time I went out in public with her, if it was going to be uneventful or if another of her many admirers was going to waylay us and try to paw all over her -- in public, for God's sake!

And what bothered me most about it was...I understood how they felt. I had the hots for my own mom. She always took fanatical care of her body, and she had the ripest curves -- gorgeous big breasts, nice round ass, curvy hips, and a slender but not too thin waist. She also had a habit of walking around the house with next-to-nothing on, so my teen years were an agony of watching my mother's alluring body in very see-thru peasant blouses, teeny tiny booty shorts, stretched-to-the-max tube tops, almost-not-there bikinis and other articles of clothing I was convinced were nothing more than torture devices designed especially to drive me crazy. And with my mom's penchant for doling out affection very liberally -- she loved to just come up and hug and kiss me at any time, any place -- I spent a lot of my adolescence in a haze of testosterone-fueled horniness.

And time had been very kind to my mother. She didn't look like she had aged a day. She bounced out to the porch to meet me -- and I do mean bounced -- grabbing at the box as if to take it from my hands. "Hey, Mom!" I protested, trying not to drop the box and wondering what on earth had got into her -- she was even more bubbly and excited than usual.

"Oh, come on, Craig!" she giggled. "Why don't you let your mama help you out a bit?" I could hear some snickers as Dumb and Dumber got a kick out of the double entendre my mother had unwittingly made, and I turned even redder. "Mom, it's ok," I said as gently as I could and stepped around her to take the box to my old bedroom -- mine once again. Oh successful me.

She followed me up, pouting slightly. "Craig, you don't have to be so mean," she whined slightly. She came up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her body against me. "Give your mama an 'I'm sorry' kiss."

Oh gods. It had been weeks, long, lonely weeks since I'd had anything remotely approaching sex. Melody had made sure that my last few weeks with her had been nothing but unadulterated misery. Not that sex with her had been nirvana, but something was always better than nothing. I'd gone through the driest spell I'd ever had since hitting puberty...and now my hotter-than-hot mom was pressing a body that desires were made of against me. I looked around wildly, but the movers were on lunch break and nowhere around. It was just my mother and me.

I groaned, "Mom...," and she shifted slightly against me. It felt like wires of fire running from any part of me in contact with her to my groin. I knew I was getting hard, very hard. If I didn't get away from her soon, I was going to let my mom know that I had a stiffy for her, to put it crudely. I tried to give her a peck on the cheek and run, but she was having none of it.

"Craig...!" she said warningly, then grabbed my head on either side of my face in her hands and gave me a kiss on the lips. Suddenly, it was as if a dam burst. I couldn't hold it back anymore...years of repressing how I felt just slammed against the wall of my resistance and found huge gaps to pour through. The wall was history. I grabbed my mother -- hell, I wasn't thinking of her as my mother, just as a hot, sexy woman that I needed to get my cock into -- and gave her a kiss that was definitely not in the "good son" handbook.

She struggled against me, causing me to hold on to her tighter, my one hand sliding up to the back of her head, the other to capture her arm against her body. I broke off the kiss long enough to groan, "Is this the apology you wanted, Mom?"

"Craig...noooo...," I dimly remember my mother moaning, and then my mouth descended down to capture hers again. I crushed her lips with mine, feeling her slight resistance fade as I pulled her body up to mine, sliding my one hand underneath the very flimsy loose camisole my mother wore for a top. Oh gods...her breasts were heavenly, the nipples already hard, the breasts heavy and oh so soft to the touch. I pulled her blouse off over her head and watched her breasts bounce free...oh the beautiful pink nipples, so hard already! I bent down to suck and lick them and my mother arched her back and moaned, "Oh god Craig -- that feels so good!" 

I unsnapped her jeans as I continued to suck first one nipple, then the other. Easing them down over her generous hips and ass, along with her panties, was just heavenly. She moaned and writhed as my hands slid along her naked skin, pushing her pants even further down. When they pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them and stood in front of me in her naked, sensual glory. I could smell her arousal and suddenly all I could think of doing was getting my prick into her hot little snatch. I all but ripped my shirt off as my mother undid my jeans and slid them and my briefs down my legs, chiding me the entire time: "Craig, slow down!"

I was in a frenzy, and she was on her knees in front of me. I grabbed her hair in one hand and my cock in the other and growled, "Suck it. Suck your baby's cock, Mama." She looked up at me, grinned, and then opened her lips and practically inhaled my cock. She so deep-throated it, I didn't even hardly need to fuck her face...but I did anyway, it felt so good.

But I didn't want to come in her mouth, tempting though the idea was. I had fantasized all my life, since puberty, about what it would be like to have my dick in my mom's pussy. Here was a perfect opportunity to find out. I had her get up and pulled her over to the bed. Pushing her down on it, I had her spread her legs open to reveal the most beautiful mound of Venus I'd ever seen -- looking pearly-pink, moist and oh so damn fuckable. I had to taste it...it looked so delicious. I bent over her and licked her lips, hearing her gasp and feeling her jerk. I moved up to her clit, sticking out like a little mini-prick, sucking it until she was panting and begging me to stick it in her, shove it in hard, fuck her NOW!

I stood up, my cock sticking out straight from my body, and purred, "Mom, look at what your baby boy has for you." She looked and then gasped, as if the size hadn't quite registered with her before. "That's right, Mom," I continued, "this is all for you...you caused this, you deserve to have what you earned."

She moaned and whispered, "Oh no, son!" but stayed in place and even spread her legs apart a little more. Wow...my mom wanted me to fuck her! No matter what her words said, she was just aching to have me give her the ride of her life. And give it to her I would. I pushed her legs up to almost her shoulders and then knelt against the edge of the bed, angling my cock so it would slide into her dripping wet cunt...and slide it did. Oh god, oh hell, heaven was nothing compared to this! I lost all semblance of control, bucking into her like a mindless beast, pounding her pussy hard as could be. My mother screamed under me, "Oh god yeah, fuck me, Craig baby! Give your momma what she's been wanting for so long! Give me what that bitch Melody didn't deserve!" 

That sent me over the edge, as did my mother's tight pussy squeezing the hell out of my cock. I groaned, "Dammit, I'm cumming!!" and shot a huge load into my mother's vagina, filling her womb up, I'm sure, with my seed. I hadn't come that much in ages. A few more thrusts and my mom screamed, "Yes! Oh hell yessss, I'm cummin'!!" and I felt hot juices glide down and coat my dick. Oh god it felt so good!

I fell on top of her, breathing heavily, and we both just lay there, quietly absorbing what had just happened. Had I really just fucked my mother? Had she really begged for it, saying she'd wanted it for a long time? And how did I miss the fact she disliked Melody so much? Pretty soon, Mom stirred and said, "I think I best be planning to get us some lunch before the movers get back."

I breathed, "Mom, wait." She settled back down, and I somehow plucked up the courage to ask her the questions that were going through my mind. "How long have you wanted to fuck with me? And I never knew you disliked Melody. Is that why you've been so happy today? Because Melody's out of my life?

"That ball-breaking bitch," my mother growled out, which completely threw me. My mom? Saying such things? "I didn't just 'dislike' her, I hated her," she continued. "She not only got to fuck you, but she tortured you all those years -- acting like you were never good enough for her or HER kids. You were worth twenty of her, hell, two hundred of her." My mother stroked my hip and thigh, making me shiver and feel a little aroused again. "I knew you would be so good...I've wanted you for a very long time, but I've been fighting it because...well, it just seemed so wrong. But when I saw you in the driveway, coming up to the house, those tight jeans and shirt...I couldn't resist teasing you."

I buried my face in her shoulder. "I -- I've wanted to fuck you for a long time too, Mom," I confessed. "And you were way better than any of my fantasies."

She giggled, then gave a start as we both heard the crunch of gravel -- the movers were coming back. We looked at each other, then quickly jumped up and pulled on our clothes. Mom, wearing a lot less, was quicker and went downstairs to fix herself and me some sandwiches. I finished pulling on my clothes and paused a minute before going down to eat lunch. If this is loserville, I thought with a sense of smug content, I think I'd like to run for mayor...!



Nothing Better



Okay, so this is my first post to Literotica, even though I've been reading many for a long while now. 

Be kind.

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"I love you" he whispered closely into my ear.

"I love you too" I replied kissing him shortly on the lips.

He looked me straight in the eyes, as we moved closer my eyes flickered shut. Our lips brushed before touching completely. One of his hands moved towards my face; his thumb just in front of my ear and his fingers supporting my neck. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and my fingers intertwined with the hair on the back of his neck. The longer we kissed for, the deeper it got. He pushed me back gently onto his bed, moving from my mouth down to my neck. He passed over my weak spot, making me moan in pleasure. My hand traveled under his shirt caressing his perfectly toned abs. I lifted it slowly upward exposing his chest. Planting kisses from his belly button upwards, trailing over his chest, I slipped his shirt over his head and rolled him over. His hands went to my hips and guided them back and forth over his own. I felt a slight pressure being applied to my thigh, I smiled to myself thinking about how hot I felt. 

I slipped out of my tank top and leaned over him, kissing his collar bone, stopping to suck gently just above on his neck, producing a dark circle. He let out a short moan. He unbuttoned my skirt and slipped it off, and rolled me back over. He leaned over me with one hand either side of my head and each knee either side of my hips. I lay on my back looking up into his beautiful blue gray eyes. I worked my way down his body my eyes stopped not too briefly at his jeans. I looked back up at him and smiled. He knew what I was thinking. I reached out and slowly unfastened the zipper looking into his eyes the whole time. His warm smile reassured me that everything would be okay; it always did. Under the washed out denim material, I moved my hands over his hips and onto his bum pulling him down on top of me. A grin played on his lips for a second or two until he leaned down and our mouths met again. Moving my hands further down the back of his thighs I pushed his jeans down to his knees. He kicked them off the rest of the way and lay on top of me, his cool skin pressed against my warm body. 

My mind was racing, I'd had sex sure. But never with him. I could hardly contain myself. By now fantasies were playing in my head of what could happen; what might happen. I was dripping wet, I was sure he'd be able to feel it too. His hands caressed my body, not in the rushed way that horny teenagers do; in a way that showed that he loved me and my body. Moving slowly downwards his hands reached the elastic around the top of my panties, he was stroking the skin just above it gently. After a few seconds he slid his hand down slightly, just under the waistband. Once he saw I wasn't objecting he moved his hand back out of my underwear and down. Through the material he rubbed me gently with two fingers. I started to move my hips in time to his movements; I started to moan. This felt so good. He worked his way back up to my waistband where he removed my panties completely and pressed his fingers gently against me. He broke away from my mouth and worked his way down my neck slowly. He stopped just above my collar bone and left a dark, yet affectionate love bite. He unfastened my bra and slid it from my body, leaving my erect nipples exposed to the humid air. I placed my hands on either side of his face and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. I bit his bottom lip gently and pulled his body closer to me. Not long after I ran my tongue slowly over his bottom lip, he opened his mouth and his warm tongue met mine. We lay there kissing for a while, just intertwined until he broke away from my mouth again and started to work his way further down. He passed over the weak spot on my neck and knowingly began to lick and suck on it. Moving away a few seconds later leaving another prominent love bite. He caressed my left breast while he sucked on my right nipple. His tongue made circular patterns around it, making it even harder; if that was possible. His kisses went further down my body until he reached my hip bone. He began to suck on my delicate skin, making me groan slightly, he moved further down still leaving behind yet another love bite. 

I was dripping wet, he was right there, teasing me. He ran his tongue slowly over my lips, my breathing got heavier and I spread my legs as wide as I could. He used two fingers to part my lips and started to lick around my clit. As his tongue touched it my breath caught in my throat and I started to moan quietly; moving my hips in time with his tongue. I felt the familiar feeling, I readied myself. I guess he could tell by my breathing; his tongue moved over my clit quicker than before, bringing me to my first orgasm of the night in seconds. I felt the walls of my pussy contract. I let out an elated moan and looked down and smiled at him. His tongue danced over the entrance to my pussy, he circled and the slid his tongue inside of me. After inducing a second, more powerful orgasm; he leveled his face with mine and kissed me. Our tongues met again and I could taste myself on him. I was really turned on now, I was dripping. I turned over, putting him on his back beneath me. I kissed his neck softly and moved down further as a faint bruise formed, returning the love bite favor. 

A few seconds later, he sat up and moved to the side of the bed. I moved beside him and then onto the floor in front of him. I got onto my knees and slid his cock into my mouth. Moving my mouth backwards and forwards over him, he began to move his hips; thrusting in time to my mouth. I took his hard cock in my hands and licked it slowly from top to bottom. I heard him moan and I slid it back into my mouth. I felt his hands on either side of my head, he was pushing me closer. I fought the gag reflex with little effort and pushed his whole cock into my mouth and down my throat. I worked my tongue over and over until I heard those three words. I slid him out of my mouth slightly so it was more comfortable. In seconds I felt his hot cum squeeze into my mouth, he moaned louder now saying my name. After he'd finished, I looked into his eyes, my mouth filled with his cum. He showed me a satisfied smile and went to pull me into a kiss. I swallowed, and proceeded letting him taste himself, hoping he'd be pleased. He pulled me up from the floor onto his lap, he sat me facing him with my legs behind him. His hands came to my hips as I moved side to side, back and forth in his lap; attached to his mouth the whole time. I felt him getting hard again and smiled into the kiss. He picked me up and placed me on my back in the middle of the bed and then climbed back on top of me. I took his cock in my hand softly, and smiled up at him as I rolled a condom down over the length of him. He smiled back and kissed me shortly. I guided him gently to the entrance of my pussy and he pushed himself slowly inside of me. I closed my eyes and pulled him close to me. He was all I wanted. I buried my face into the crook of his neck and took in his scent. He wrapped his arms around me and we lay for a while listening to the sound of each others breathing. 

He began to thrust inside of me gently, the friction on my clit and his cock inside of me made me moan into his neck. His hands were either side of my hips and his thrusts were becoming more powerful. The harder he thrusted, the more I moaned. I could feel myself begin to orgasm again, I murmured to him and he got faster. Within seconds I felt myself contract around his cock. This was more powerful than the previous two; I felt my whole body start to shake gently. He began to moan louder; saying my name over and over, until he couldn't hold on any longer. He collapsed on top of me and kissed me. He began to thrust again, much more powerful than before. I had barely recovered from my last orgasm when I was thrown into another. He climaxed inside of me again and then fell on top of my body. He pulled himself out gently and kissed me sweetly on the forehead. He took off the condom and threw it in the trash before sliding on his boxers. He lay back down next to me and I rested my head on his chest. I looked up at him and traveled my hand down to his waist band, I pulled down his boxers again and took his soft cock in my hand. It hardened almost instantly as I began to move my hand back and forth over him. It didn't take long before he whispered that he was close, I slid gently downwards and slid my mouth over his cock once again. I moved back and forth and licked the underside. In a few seconds I felt his hot cum fill my mouth. I leveled my face to his and pulled him into a kiss. I felt his tongue on my lips and I opened my mouth, letting his cum spill into both of our mouths. We pulled away and I laid my head peacefully onto his chest, kissing it softly. Falling asleep together almost instantly.



Nothing Better



Allie giggled, "Come on, Evan, we're going to be late!" She took his hand and ran down the dock. "How can we be late if I'm driving?" She just smiled in response. "Help me get this up there," she said, handing him her small suitcase. He was still confused how she could pack so little on a 3-day boat trip. He smiled and tossed it aboard. He stepped up onto the sailboat and held out his hand to her, "All aboard!" Allie took Evan's hand and stepped onto The Amelia.

"Are you sure your parents are cool about you taking the boat?" she asked. Evan smiled his reassuring smile, "Don't worry about it. We're going to have so much fun." He unhooked the boat from its figure 8 knot and took the wheel. "You ever been on a boat, Allie?"

"I've been on ferries with my family when I was younger, but nothing like this."

Evan laughed, "Well then, you're in for quite a ride."

The Amelia began to speed up. Allie shrieked in delight. The wind pushed her hair out of her face, her eyes were big, and her laugh flowed through the air. "Evan! This is great!" Her summer dress fluttered in the wind, and she had to keep it down with one hand. She walked up to the front of the boat and leaned over the rail, staring out into the ocean beyond. Evan loved her like this, he loved her happy. Sure, she was loud and got excited easily, but it was worth it to him.

A good eight or nine miles out he stopped. "Need help with the anchor?" Allie had come up from the front of the boat. "Sure," Evan replied, and took her to the starboard. "Here, just hold this while I turn that lever and when I say so, drop it." Allie nodded. "Now." The splash sent water droplets over the side of the boat. Evan stood up and brushed his hands off on his shorts. "That should be good for now." Allie stood and hugged him. "How about a tour?" she asked. Evan chuckled, "Sure." He took her hand and since she had already become familiarized with the deck, he led her below into the cabin.

It wasn't terribly large or horribly small. Allie first walked into the main room, a small kitchen with a little table stood before her. To the right was the bedroom, and across from that the bathroom. "There really isn't much to it," Evan admitted. Allie spun around and placed her arms around his neck. "It's perfect," she whispered. "You really are the best, you know that?" Evan replied, and kissed her.

"I should start making something for dinner, it's almost six," Allie said.

"Yeah, there's food and pots in the cupboards over there," Evan pointed, "Call me down when you're done."

"Where are you going?" Allie asked.

"I'm going to put down the sail and get our bags from the deck to bring them down."

"Okay," Allie replied and got to work. Evan walked up the stairs back up to the deck. He had already found their bags, and the sail didn't take too long to take down. What Allie didn't know is that beforehand, he had stored some tables and chairs along with nicer table settings in the compartments underneath the bench in the back of the boat.

He pulled out the table from the largest compartment, and placed it right in the center the front deck. He brought over the two chairs and set them looking over the ocean. He brought out his mom's favorite tablecloth, not too expensive, but definitely a statement. The plates were fine china with some golden designing along the edges. The utensils were his parents' silver wedding forks, knives, and spoons. He brought out the two glasses he had stored, and then two champagne glasses. "She'll be surprised with the smuggled champagne," he thought. And the final touch, is in an empty bottle, and Allie's favorite -- a white rose.

"Evan! Dinner!" Allie called from below deck.

"One second!" He replied. Evan grabbed their bags, brought them down, placed them in the bedroom, and came back to the small kitchen.

"What did you make?" he asked.

"Well, I couldn't decide, so I made some salad, and then some angel hair pasta," she replied.

"It sounds perfect," Evan said, and reached behind her to carry up the pot of pasta and bowl of salad.

"Where are you going?" Allie asked.

"Stay right here, I'll be right back, okay?" Evan said. Allie nodded. Evan carried the pasta pot up, and served the two of them. He placed the bowl of salad off to the side, and then went back down to the cabin.

"Okay," he said, "Close your eyes." Allie looked at him quizzically, but did as he said.

"Take my hand." Evan said. She did.

"Now, really carefully, walk up the stairs..." Evan led her up the stairs and onto the deck. He led her so that she was facing the table. He covered her eyes with his hands.

"On the count of three. One...Two...Three!" Evan removed his hands, and Allie's eyes fluttered open.

She was speechless. "E-Evan...ohmygosh! This...This is amazing!"

"No need to thank me," Evan replied, spun her around, and kissed her. "Now, shall we eat?"

Allie nodded, and walked over to a chair. To her surprise, Evan pulled out the chair for her, and pushed it in as she sat down. "I have one more surprise," Evan said. "What could be more of a surprise than this?" Allie thought to herself. Evan pulled out the champagne. "Ta-da!"

Allie giggled, "You're horrible." Evan grinned and he poured the two of them a glass. "To us," he toasted. "To us," Allie echoed.

After dinner, Allie helped Evan put the table, chairs, and table décor back into their designated cupboards. After a while, they had settled down on the bench in the front of The Amelia, Allie's head on Evan's shoulder, Evan's arm around her waist. "Tell me a story," Allie whispered. Evan looked down on her and smiled, "What story could be better than the story of tonight?" He took her face in his hands, she wrapped her arms round his neck and into his hair. "I love you, Allie," and Evan kissed her.

A cool breeze wafted across the deck while the two slept.

Evan woke as the first rays of light. He got up and set a pot of coffee in the kitchen below deck. He came up to see Allie stirring. "Hurry, or you'll miss the sunrise. It's almost as beautiful as you," he said smiling at her.

Allie looked at Evan for several moments, also smiling. She thought to herself, "I wonder what he has in store for this day." Then she got up and walked next to him at the edge of The Amelia. The sun was just cresting. "You'll go blind doing that," Allie remembered her mom saying whenever she'd stare at the sun. It didn't matter at this moment, it's far too beautiful. She took his hand and sighed.

Evan brought his hand around his waist and wrapped his arm around hers. "I love you as the sun loves the horizon."

As it crept higher, Allie realized she needed somewhere to relieve her dinner from the night before. "Where's the bathroom?"

Evan was started by her sudden mention of the facilities, but not for the right reasons. His mind was drifting more toward a shower. A shower would be nice. "We don't have a shower or anything. But the toilet's at the back of the boat. If you need to shower... ocean water's really nice actually." He remembered the first time he went swimming.

When Allie was finished taking care of business, she came out and got a cup of coffee while it was still fresh. She could hear Evan on the deck. "He could be setting sail again," she thought. She decided to make some breakfast, but it probably wouldn't be wise to cook while the boat's moving. So she went back up to the deck.

Indeed, Evan was walking to the wheelhouse; the sails had been unfurled. "Evan, don't you want some breakfast before we go again? And what about the anchor?"

"I weighed anchor while you were using the restroom. I want to bring the boat around the other side of the island before breakfast. There's a wonderful view of the beach and some cliffs."

"But how am I going to cook with the boat rocking? It'll make a mess!"

"Cook? Just grab a snack for now. We can cook when we get there."

Allie scoffed, but went back down. The bittersweet smell of coffee was making her shaky, but she loved it in any case. She found some small muffins in the kitchen's stowage. She ate one, then brought the other one and another cup of coffee up to Evan. Pouring the coffee was a little annoying with the boat clipping the waves.

Evan gladly accepted the coffee. Weather reports indicated clear skies, but the ocean was being quite choppy for such. No matter, he'd had plenty of experience with his dad.

The hot coffee steeled his nerves, the muffin steadied his hunger; well, what little of it that he got. He took two bites, then set it down. Allie had eyeballed it for a few minutes and then decided to finish it piecemeal. Now she was sitting down with her head in a book she'd found below deck. Evan thought of what he hoped might happen in the coming hours or days.

Allie wasn't really reading the book. She was thinking of what she would cook for breakfast. When she looked in the refrigerator, she saw there were plenty of sausage and eggs. There was even some pancake mix. All of that aside, she craved to make spaghetti. Spaghetti's not a breakfast meal though. Evan is so handsome in that shirt. It really shows his biceps.

Allie's distractions were silenced when Evan pulled on the sails to furl them. He motioned to her, "Help me with the anchor again?"

"Sure." After the anchor was away, Allie went down to start breakfast, not even noting what the island really looked like. She had decided on the sausage and eggs. Evan started furling the sails. He noted a school of fish nearby. He wanted Allie to see, but seeing the fish might spoil her of the beach front in front of them.

"Almost done," he heard her say from below.

"Ahh, good. I'm almost done with the sails. I'll bring the kitchen upstairs in a sec," he said, referring to the table and chairs.

The last knot tied, Evan began bringing the dining set above deck. The school of fish had gone. He saw two tankers moving along on the horizon. That sausage sure did smell nice; he was starting to regret not finishing that muffin.

Allie turned the sausage over once more, flipped the eggs around, and went to get some glasses for the orange juice. One of the closet doors had come slightly ajar. There's a latch preventing it from swinging open all the way, but it was open enough for her to see what was inside. She felt slightly unnerved, but tried not to let it get to her.

Evan came down again. "Smells great. How can I help?"

"All done. Just need to bring it up." She beamed at him.

"Awesome!" He grabbed two plates, some silverware, and a napkin holder. She brought up the food.

Again when they were about to sit down, Evan helped Allie to her seat. She said her thanks and then gasped. This was the first time she'd gotten a good look at the scene before them.

Two miles of cliffs were before them, topped by trees taller than she'd ever seen before. The water crashed against the cliffs and made rainbows. It looked musical to her, reminding her of something her music teacher had said once. "Music is like a rainbow. A note has life. Computers are all ones and zeros. Either it's there or it's not. But music should have no defined beginning and no end. It just slowly is there and slowly isn't." She understood now why he had such passion for teaching music. She'll have to show him a painting of this.

Beside the cliffs was the beach. How could a beach be so clean? There weren't things in the sand, it wasn't adorned with warning signs. It didn't have a pier. There wasn't a rainbow on the ocean indicating oil spills or waste or anything of the sort. It was just blue water and tan sand.

"I don't know how you could top the sunrise, but you did."

Evan beamed. He remembered his dad once saying "Son, one day a woman will like the things I teach you." He scoffed at his dad then, but silently thanked him now.

Evan sat and watched Allie enjoying the view. "Breakfast is going to get cold."

Allie jerked awake. She'd completely forgotten about breakfast. "Ahh, yeah. Let's eat! I'm famished."

After breakfast, they decided they'd go for a swim.

Allie was a little shy in her bikini. But after a few minutes of self-reassurance, she'd come out of the bathroom. His expression when he saw her above deck was worth it, though. She'd had to shut his mouth for him. As nervous as she was for the bikini though, she wasn't nervous at all for swimming. She kissed him on the lips and dived in.

Evan tightened his trunks and jumped in after.

"Swimming on a full stomach is bad, you know?" Allie recited what her swimming instructor told her on the first day of swimming lessons.

"You're looking at the full stomach swimming champion, missy!" Evan boasted.

Allie went under the boat and came out on the other side. Evan came along behind just a half moment later. "You placed third, you say? You're damn fast even so!", he exclaimed.

Allie simply smiled. She swam closer to him. "'Damn fast,' you say?" she echoed.

Evan simply grunted his agreement. He could see something coming. He knew what it was. He smiled.

"What's so funny, smartypants?"

Allie screeched as the school of fish swam between them, tickling her every bit.

"Oh my GOD I thought they didn't do that!!!"

"Do what, dear?" Evan lurched forward, took her sides, kept himself up by kicking the water, and kissed her.

Allie simply melted. His kisses were divine before, but this was just pure amazingness. She reciprocated by holding him close. With all of their arms not swimming, it was difficult to stay afloat despite the saltwater encouraging it. They slowly sank; they breathed in and enjoyed a moment underwater before breaking.

When they came up for air, Allie felt more alive than she ever had before. Evan asked, "Is there anything on the ocean you want to see? Anything at all?"

They slowly swam back toward the boat.

"I've never seen dolphins."

"Dolphins are playful but hard to find. I'll do my best."

Evan reached the ladder first. He took hold of the ladder with one hand and helped her toward it with the other.

Allie also took hold of the ladder with only one hand. "There's something else I'd like to see though." Before he could reply, she'd started tugging on the knot for his trunks.

Evan grinned sheepishly and helped untie them. He kicked them down a little, enough to let them fall to his feet, then used his feet to grab it with his free hand and brought them to his hand holding the ladder. Ahh, nakedness.

Allie had inched herself closer and had hold of his hard cock and was pulling it toward her. She'd moved her bottom to the side, to allow entrance. Evan pulled her closer with his free hand and kissed her as she slowly impaled him into herself.

When she felt all of him inside of her, she just floated there for a moment. She wanted so much more, but she wanted the feeling to be just right. He started up a rhythm. Damn him; oh well.

Her breasts were floating from the saltwater. She pressed them closer to him. He seemed to enjoy it. His chest rubbing her nipples through her bikini top combined with the four-and-a-half inches of hardness moving in and out of her sent some shivers through her. Since he was holding her close, she let go of the ladder. With one arm around his neck for support, she used her free had to start rubbing her clit.

His pace quickened. She could feel his cock throbbing. She knew he was close. Her clit hand switched to two fingers; she enjoyed this when she was alone, it will surely help her now.

His grunting, suddenly slowed pace, and the extra warmth now oozing inside let her know that he'd beaten her to the top. But he wasn't out yet, she wouldn't let him be. Allie picked up the rhythm where he'd left off.

Evan kissed her again, not going soft at all. He felt around her bikini strap for the lace, and pulled. It started to float away, but he grabbed it and brought it back to his ladder hand. Holding her again, he pressed her against his chest while she bounced about in her quickened pace.

Allie could feel the energy building. Her insides wanted to explode and implode with it at the same time. She let out a sigh. She wanted to ride this as long as she could, so she slowed down.

Evan whispered something in her ear. She wasn't listening. She was focused on herself, on her senses. She couldn't feel anything else. She was in heaven.

He felt her squeeze. It wasn't like in bed, it wasn't like under the pier. Her clit hand stopped, frozen with tense energy. She screamed with delight. Her eyes were tightly shut; she could only see stars. He could feel her body radiating with warmth.

After a few moments, she relaxed.

But he wasn't done yet. He kissed her again, and started up another rhythm. He was exhausted but he wanted her to remember this moment even more.

She wasn't quite done with leaving her perch. His regained stamina brought her back to the here and now, but only briefly. She could feel him pulsing again. It threw her over again too. Their bodies writhed as if one.



Nothing Between Us



This was not a story I intended to write. I happened to stumble upon the story Lovebird's Ch. 01 by baloden here on Literotica. I liked the idea of the story very much and decided I wanted to write it in my own style. Baloden kindly gave me permission to use his story frame. 

This is a First Time story of two long-time friends who finally dare to let it happen. I tried my hardest to balance being extremely erotic with plausible. Two virgins have no idea what they are doing. They only have their desires to guide them. If you take the time, you will discover page after page of sex in here, but it does take time to get to. I, of course, think the build up is worth it, or I would have deleted the lot. I have no interest in wasting your time, but in the end for me it is the relationship that makes the sex erotic, not the other way around.

Oh, a last little note. Our female protagonist's name is Thuy. It's hard to tell you exactly how to pronounce this, but Twee, or just Tee, is pretty close. Just don't say Thooey.

Have fun.

-- 

It was my mother who told me.

"Jennifer, I mean, Thuy's back from Yale for spring break, Jacob."

Thuy's our neighbor and an old classmate of mine from high school. We had been friends since we were children. One day when she was eleven, she had randomly decided her new American name would be Jennifer. I argued for something like Thea that would be at least close to Thuy, but she stuck with Jennifer and in time only her family and I were left using her original name. My mom sometimes accommodated me.

"That's cool," I replied as I stuck my hand in the Frito bag.

"When's the last time you saw her?"

"Uhh... I guess last summer. The Nguyens all went on that skiing trip over Christmas, so she wasn't here then."

"That's a long time for you two."

"Yah. But we message each other some during the semester, so I know what's up."

Actually, Thuy and I messaged each other every week at least, but I didn't need to go into that.

"Well, why don't you go check in?"

"Yeah, ok." I stuck another bunch of chips in the dip bowl and popped them in my mouth.

"You don't want to see her?" my mom asked as I munched away.

"Huh? What?"

"Well, you don't seem in any rush."

"You just mentioned it to me! Anyway, I'm not just going to go over there for no reason."

"Just go welcome her back. It's not that complicated."

"Mom. Guys do not just go to people's houses to welcome them back. I'd have to take a gift basket or something to complete the image. Maybe some doilies that I had knitted."

My mother sighed and went to stick her head in the fridge looking for something. "Guys don't ever get girlfriends either," she muttered under her breath.

My ears turned pink. Had she said what I think she did?

She tossed an onion on the counter and then suddenly fixed me with an I-cant-believe-you-actually-are-acting-like-this look. "I just don't get you two."

"Who? Me and Thuy?"

She sighed exasperated. "For a kid as smart as you, you're awfully clueless sometimes. Yes, of course!"

I didn't really like where this conversation was headed. What had gotten into my mom? "What's not to get?"

"For two people who fit together like you do... it's just a waste is all. Are you scared? 'Cause I understand that, Jacob."

"Mom, we've talked about this before. There's nothing like that between us. We're friends. She dates. I date. We talk about our dates to each other."

"Must be a one-sided conversation 'cause I haven't seen you go out on a date in some time."

"I date."

"You haven't gone out in weeks."

"I do have this whole full-time job thing with school at the same time."

"I know."

"And besides I don't tell you everything."

"Oh." She seemed pleased. "Really? Oh. Well, that's good. Sometimes I think you don't have any secrets. It's not healthy for you to not have anything to hide from me."

"Well, don't worry. There's plenty of stuff you don't know about me."

"Good."

"Good."

She didn't say anything.

"Well, all right then." I did have secrets, didn't I? Maybe I did need to get out more. "I'm gonna go play some basketball in the driveway."

"Seems like a good idea."

I was grabbing a ball in the hallway on the way out when my mother called after me. "Bouncing a ball really loud to get someone's attention is a lot more manly than knocking on a girl's door!"

I slammed the door behind me. What had gotten into her? Besides, I was really in the mood to shoot some hoops. What? She thought I was going to run around in circles trying to make a lot of noise to get Thuy's attention? I was 20, not 12. She must think I was a peacock or something. Maybe one of those lizards with the big fans on their neck. I imagined my lizard fans sticking out while I paraded in the driveway, scratching the dirt, then threw the ball up at the goal, rattling it good. What'd she know?

I caught the ball as it came down, ran to the corner, and sent it back up, swishing it in cleanly.

I had learned to shoot mostly because of Thuy. When we were eight, we learned that her parents would let her stay out shooting balls with me 'til it was good and dark. Thought it was good exercise for her instead of reading all the time. It wasn't the first thing we had come up with to spend more time together. We also competed relentlessly in school, always trying to get a better score than the other. I still remembered the first time I heard a slam on my window and looked out to see Thuy pushing some A in Reading or Social Studies against the glass. As we moved into high school, we still competed, but it was entirely unspoken. I loved it when she got an award I was up for.

Thuy was finishing off her second year of Yale now, while I was still at home, taking classes at the U. I had spent a semester at Cornell, but then my mother got sick, and I was needed at home. I spent about a month resenting it, until I discovered my mom crying over my old acceptance letter at the kitchen table. I got over it.

The ball came down through the net, so I ran threw it, down the baseline, and then did a quick pivot and shoot. In again.

We were a funny pair, Thuy and I. My family had been in Arkansas at least four generations that we knew of, while Thuy and family arrived in the house next to us when I was six, all the way from Vietnam, via a year in Minnesota. In fact, they lived on the last lot we had sold off from the family farm. It was suburbia now with one white wooden house and screen porch, mine, and a row of nice little brick ranches, hers.

I did a couple quick free throws as the ball came out. Both went in cleanly.

I wasn't a great basketball player being a short six feet, but I had learned to shoot. Our team made it to the state semis with me as mostly an outside shooter. Coach kept me out there, because I had never figured out how to get past the six-foot-ten guys. But give me a couple inches of free space and the odds were it was going in.

I took the ball again, pretended to pass, then ducked to the outside line. The center tossed the ball out to me from the double team on him. The clock was ticking down. I heard the crowd counting. 5. 4. I launched it up. The ball hit the rim, went flying up in the air, and then fell in with a little swoosh.

"I always said you could make that shot 19 times out of 20."

I turned to Thuy with a big grin. She stood not three feet from me in low jeans and a white top, with her trademark hair that cascaded to the middle of her back. The corner of her mouth was turned up in that little smile she had been showing me since she was six.

"Hey, you," I replied. "20 out of 20 would have been better."

Thuy sank cross-legged on the driveway. What could be more home than this? "I can't believe you are still beating yourself up about missing a shot. It was freaking high school, and if you hadn't made the rest of them, we'd never have even made the state tournament, much less lose by one in the semis."

I tossed the ball in the net and let it bounce away. "You know," I said sitting. "My goal in life was to peak at 18 and find eternal glory in the school trophy case. With that other guy, and the other one with the funny shorts. But since I missed, I'm gonna be forced to do something else with my life."

"That's gotta suck."

"I was going for brain-dead DirecTV addict at 19, but now I'm 20 and gotta keep thinking and crap."

"I hates thinkin'."

"I hates rabbits," I replied in my Yosemite Sam voice. I brushed my brown hair back out of my eyes and we looked at each other.

"How long-"

"How've you-"

We both spoke at once.

"You go," I said.

"Naw, you."

"Uh-uh."

"I ain't talkin'."

"That's your Yale education? 'I ain't talkin'?"

"Don't get on me. I learned English from you, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." She'd been blaming me for every English mistake she ever made for years. When Thuy first arrived next door, she only spoke Vietnamese. Her dad spoke English some, but he wasn't around much, so it was up to six-year-old me. Since she was now publishing essays in magazines and such, I guess I did an OK job.

"It's 'cause of you, I have this accent that goes over so well in the Asian-American Advocacy Consortium at school."

"Hell, don't put that one on me. Your accent is stronger than mine is and you know it."

"I know it, but you always turn so lovely pink when I tease you. I could charge admission and show off the Great Glowing Boy." Thuy started laughing. "See! See! You're a light bulb," she declared and started singing the tune to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

"Good to see this hasn't changed."

"I'm always here to help, Jake."

"Not enough," I thought then realized I'd said it out loud.

Thuy got quiet suddenly. "That's not fair."

"I didn't mean anything. It was just a thought that got out."

Suddenly, Thuy was standing and staring past me. I followed her eyes to discover my mother walking towards us. She embraced Thuy and hugged her tight. "I'm glad to see you again, Jennifer."

"Thanks, Mrs. B."

"How was school?"

"It's over for a week or two, so it's good."

"I'm glad to see you around. You've always been a part of our family, you know."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said with a look to me.

My mother turned to me. "And I'm glad to see the basketball still works."

"Umm – yeah, it still goes in the basket. Funny, that." I tried to give a look to Thuy but she seemed to be hiding her face behind her hair.

"Jacob, I'm gone. I'll see you on Monday," Mom said quickly.

"Monday? Where are you going?"

"My getaway at the cabin. I'll take the cell but if you call me with both legs attached, I'm gonna come after you."

"I don't remember this."

"That's 'cause you never listen to a word I say."

"Isn't it too late to drive that far?"

"It's not past 3:00, Jake." She kissed Thuy's cheek. "Good to see you again, Jen." As she got in the car, she called out, "Keep him out of trouble."

"I wonder what she my mom thinks we are going to do?"

"Drugs."

"Oh, yeah."

"Did you bring the crack pipe?"

"Left it at school."

"That's too bad."

"Yeah."

"You know you should get it fixed."

"The crack pipe?"

"Yeah."

"I'm embarrassed that I heard that."

"It was a stretch, I'll admit."

"Oh, Jake, there's this guy in my dorm that hangs out with the crew sometimes. Worst forced jokes ever. Ever."

"Let's go inside."

"Yeah, OK." She talked as I held the door for her. "You've no idea how bad it is. He'd try to make a joke after a documentary on Human Trafficking or something. No sense of appropriateness."

"You should tell him so."

"We do! I do! We've thrown things at him. He thinks he's our court jester or something."

"Maybe if you threw sharp objects, he'd get the point."

"That's overkill, don't you think?" We both paused and grinned at each other.

"Oh my god, I'm embarrassed for you."

Thuy fell on the sofa in the living room with me on my beanbag chair just as it had always been.

--

"It's eight o'clock, Thuy."

She glanced at the clock. "I'm gonna go tell my mother I won't be back for dinner."

"I'll order a pizza."

Thuy didn't turn around as she left, she just yelled back, "No, we're going out."

Going out? When was the last time the two of us went out? I ducked into the shower while Thuy was out.

About five minutes later I was buttoning my khakis, when I heard, "Jake, get this--" and Thuy turned the corner into my bedroom. For no good reason, I felt a little embarrassed with no shoes or shirt and my brown hair still dripping water down my skin. "Oh. Sorry, I--" Thuy started. Was she a bit embarrassed herself?

"Naw, it's OK."

"I didn't realize. I'll just--"

"It's OK, Thuy," I insisted. "It's not like we never went swimming before."

"OK, uh..." she seemed confused. "Jake, hun, have you been working out?"

"Very funny."

"No, seriously," she paused for a second. "Jake, you turned into a hottie!"

"Go away." I went into the bathroom to comb my hair.

She appeared in the doorway and looked at me again. "Why won't you confess to working out?"

"Because I don't."

"Ok, ok." I chose a dark gray long sleeve and pulled it over my head. "So that's from the moving job? I'm going to tell my future boyfriends to become movers."

I did know I was lifting things easier now than when I started. Did it actually show? I wanted to flex to see if there was any change but remembered Thuy was watching.

"So, what did your mom say?"

"Get this." She handed me a note in Vietnamese. I had taught myself a little bit two or three years back for some unknown reason, but all I could make out was her name, Tuesday, aunt, and a little more.

"What's the bit on the second line?"

"I had to think about that for a second, too. So basically, she's gone to help my aunt who's nursing my uncle. She'll be in Nashville until Tuesday. I called her, but all she said was that everyone was fine, she shouldn't talk on the highway, despite the fact that that is all she does, and to stay safe. And say hello. Oh, and she was somewhere around Jackson, Tennessee. That means she left 15 minutes after we said hello."

"That's a bit weird."

"Yeah, and since my dad gets back in town on Thursday, it's just me."

"Guess we'll rent some movies or something."

"Guess so. Look, you are too well dressed for me now. I'm going to go change. Meet me in the driveway."

I found some socks and shoes and headed out. The night was a little cool with not a cloud, letting the whole sky sparkle softly. Not even the moon dared challenge the stars tonight. I gazed upwards slowly naming the constellations and stars that I knew until I felt a poke in the ribs.

My eyes traveled down to find Thuy standing next to me also looking at the stars above. She wore a simple black dress with thin straps and a plunging neckline and back. The dress fell at an angle across her legs from mid-calf on one side to just above the knee on the other. A thin gold plate necklace lay around her slender neck and something small sparkled in her ears, reflecting the light of the streetlamps and the stars.

My best friend was beautiful.

Since I was six feet and she was five-foot-two, my eyes kept falling down her chest where I could see white cups supporting her breasts. When I realized where I was staring, I tried to look up at the stars and not at her.

"Did you watch the Leonids this year?" she asked me.

When we were in the seventh grade, Thuy had done a report on meteors and the Leonids meteor shower. We had snuck out of our windows at one in the morning that night to lie on the grass watching the stars fall.

"Not this year," I told her. I wanted to say something. About how she looked. About how beautiful she was.

"It was a good display."

"Too bad I missed it."

"Veejay and I drove out to this hillside to watch it, but too many lights in the area really." I don't know why but I felt a lump in my throat.

"How's he doing?"

"Fine, I think. We broke up about a month ago."

"I'm sorry, Thuy. I know you liked him. He always sounded decent when you messaged about him. Not a slimeball anyway."

"Yeah, he's a good guy, but it wasn't there. Neither of us was devastated when it ended."

"Hey now that you are back on the market, you will find someone else that gets your blood pumping."

"Gets my panties wet, you mean."

I laughed. "If that's your thing."

"Of course, it's my thing. I can get horny too even if I haven't consummated."

"I want to hear more about this horny thing you've got going."

"Uh-huh. I 'm sure you do."

"Tell me, tell me."

She threw a devilish smile at me and said, "Well, let's go eat and I will tell you all about the Yummies that get me going."

Thuy drove and did tell me of all her prospects. There was the tall Brazilian soccer player with long muscles who was all over her, and she wouldn't mind if he had been all over her, if he had ever bothered to care if she was dating someone else or not.

"Don't you worry that if he doesn't care whether or not you're dating now that he won't care when he's dating you?"

"Jake, it's not a long-term relationship with him that I'm after."

She also told me about the thin, silent guy in black in Eighteenth Century lit class who kept stealing glances. I even got to hear about BOAC, "Best Ass on Campus". Turned out he was gay, so she and her friends let him keep the title, but they had to identify a BOAC II.

"Aren't the letters wrong? Shouldn't it be BAOC?"

Thuy giggled. "I just know he's BOAC. Maybe BAOC's too hard to say."

As we hit town, it was already getting late and most restaurants were closed. We ended up eating some greasy hamburgers and nachos at some bar stools, totally over-dressed for the occasion.

"So what about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, who do you want to do?"

"Like a celebrity?"

"No, I mean who are you dating. Work with me here."

"I don't have much time for girls right now."

"You've got time to look."

"I don't wanna talk about this right now."

"Jake, I've told you about every guy I can think of. We talked once about a yeast infection. Your parents. We talk about everything."

"I didn't know you had broken up with Veejay for over a month."

Thuy was silent for a second. "Yeah, I didn't know I was hiding it, but I guess I was."

"Umm, so," I began. "There's Tracy at work. I think if I wanted a sex fling, she'd be my girl."

"What do you like about her?"

"Not much actually. But she's nice and I get the idea she'd be very willing."

"Tracy puts out."

"I don't know, but she's always doing these blatant things to get my attention. She actually stared at me once sucking her finger."

"Are you sure she exists and isn't some porn fantasy?"

"If she were my fantasy, we'd be doing it."

"Why aren't you?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I feel like... I'm waiting for someone else."

Thuy nodded. "So one girl agrees with me that you're hot, but you're not interested. Any actual dates?"

"Not too much."

"Not a single one in however many months."

"Alright, Jane, you nosy slut."

Thuy's smile broadened. "Who you calling nosy?"

"Yeah, yeah. So there was this woman in Physics."

"Oooh, a physics babe. All the cutest ones do it quantum-style."

I paused and gave Thuy my look. She quietly formed a little halo over her head with her fingers and waited.

"So, I'd noticed her the first day. Why? Ummm.. just a killer body, essentially, yeah. She's black with these amazing braids--"

"Tell me about the killer body."

"You're in a mood tonight."

Thuy said nothing.

"Fine. She's got a great ummm how do I say..."

"Rack?"

"Yeah, pretty much. And why are you looking at me like that? These long legs and big smile. I started having dreams about her. Yes, those kinds of dreams!"

"I didn't say anything. Don't yell at me."




Nothing Between Us



"You looked it. You're eating this up."

"I just love how nervous this makes you. I'm not going to get offended, Jake. I've always known you were a breast man. Why are you afraid to talk about the fact that you look at girls sexually?"

"I don't just look at them sexually!"

"See. You can't admit it."

"Whatever."

"Did you ever do anything about it?"

"Yes, I did actually, Ms. I-Cant-Wait-To-Be-Done-By-Soccer-Hottie."

"Hey, I've never done anything. I'm all talk. You're the one who... did you?"

"I asked her out."

"Oh, ummm, only once? Did she say yes, and did you get anywhere?"

"More than once, yes, and yes."

"Yummy! I want details."

"Maybe those are private."

"Not from me."

"Maybe they are, even to you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Jake. I... So-- you and she? Have you?"

"Inside her? No, well, not with that."

"What did you do with her?" Thuy didn't seem to be teasing me now.

"So, we went out eight times to be exact. Dates 3 and 4 included kissing and serious tongue action. Serious petting on Date 5. Date 6, the, uhhh, shirts come off."

"Hers, too?"

"Yes."

"Go on."

"Date 7 was hands. Wandering."

Thuy whispered leaning in towards me. "How much?"

"Two fingers inside her. Why are you making me say this? And her hands too, on me."

"To... completion?"

I nodded.

After a moment, Thuy said, "Date 8?"

I smiled again for the first time in a bit. "Date 8 was different. She told me how wonderful I am, kissed my cheek repeatedly, said she wished things could be different... and told me we had to stop because she had a boyfriend."

"Oh, my poor Jake."

"It wasn't that horrible."

"What did you say?"

"One word. 'Boyfriend?'"

Thuy burst out laughing.

"I didn't know! Honest!"

"I believe you," Thuy giggled. "My poor, poor Jake."

"It's not--"

"Finally get a girl you like and you're a homewrecker."

"We weren't in love, but I was surprised. She's the smartest person in class."

"I doubt that."

"Why?"

Thuy just rolled her eyes. "That's as far as you've ever gone, right?"

"Yeah. You already know the rest."

"'K."

"How about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you. You made me confess everything, so it's your turn."

"I tell you most everything already," Thuy responded.

"Yeah, exactly, most everything. What's the rest?"

"You're as bad as me."

I was copying her, it was true. So I just waited, as she had done to me.

"Ok. Jake, you really do know most everything, but Veejay and I played together some. I'm still a virgin, so you don't have to worry-- um, ask-- about that."

"But what have you done?"

"Well, he really was a very good kisser. Very good. And he liked to umm suckle or lick my breasts."

As soon as she said this, I felt my heart pumping faster.

"Did you? Do you like it?"

"It was nice."

I didn't really want to know this. "Anything else?"

"Yes, Jake." She looked at me for a second. "He wanted me... a couple times, I, I never talk about this stuff, so I don't know how to say. I took him in my mouth."

I tried not to show anything.

"How was it?"

"Mixed. Very mixed feelings. He was a good guy, Jake. A really good guy. You have to believe me."

"I do."

"But... I... it didn't. I felt like there should be something more happening than was."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you, if you are being that intimate with someone, shouldn't I be feeling more than 'he's nice'?"

"Probably. I kind of felt the same with Kalia, that was her name. Well, I bet it was different, but she was hot and I liked her, but I knew after each date that I really just wanted to find out what this stuff was like. That was why I was going out, so that I could experience this stuff myself."

Thuy nodded. "It was actually my idea, not his. I wanted to see, too."

"Anything more to report?"

Thuy smiled and shook her heard.

"That was a weird conversation."

Thuy nodded. "You have no idea what colors you were turning as I talked."

"I can't help it. I don't know why."

"Don't worry, Jake. I was feeling the same thing. I just don't show it in my skin like you do. I wanted to hurl this mug at someone on Date 7."

"Why did you ask?"

"I guess, I wanted to know, kinda, but I also like that I have no secrets from you. It's important."

"Kalia was a nice woman, despite the fact that she was dating two people at once. And I am sure Veejay was too."

"He wasn't a woman. I just told you how I know for certain."

I smiled. "So you don't have to give me the normal lecture about lowering my standards."

"Well, most of your girlfriends of old deserved it."

"Here we go...."

"Crystal."

"Yep."

"A whole year with Crystal. I still can't believe it. She was sooo... Her freaking name was Crystal! You deserved so much more than her. That you wasted your time with... agh!"

"You've never given this up."

"Well, you keep repeating the process. She was never good enough for you!"

"You shouldn't judge her like that!"

"I'm not judging! I just know you. You were never really happy; you just liked having a girlfriend. You always settle! That's your biggest flaw. You deserved so much more!"

"Like who? Who else was I supposed to be dating that was better?"

"See? You can't honestly say she was the girl for you. You couldn't then and you can't now. She was just a nice girl."

"She was my Vee-jay, I guess."

Thuy glared at me, then said, "Yes." Then, "At least I broke up with him. She had to dump you because you are so damn loyal. I think you were happy to escape."

"I haven't seen Crystal in four years. We are talking about us as juniors. Who cares anymore?"

"I just don't think things have changed. I think you will settle again if you don't watch yourself."

"What's wrong with spending time with someone because she's nice?"

"Nothing! But you are the kind of guy who will marry that nice person and then the person you've always wanted will be gone. Out of reach forever. And it'll be your fault."

"Who is this person?! You seem to have someone in mind."

"I don't know, Jake. But you have to find her somehow, some day. And you won't ever, if you give up on her too easily."

"Show this person to me or get off my back! I don't tell you whether or not your boyfriends are good enough for you!"

"Why not?! Don't you care?! Maybe I will spend my life with one of them, screwing everything up, and you will just let it happen! Why don't you say something?!"

"Because I can't see you with anyone, OK? Because I hate--" I paused, controlling myself. What I had just said didn't make a lick of sense. "I want you to be happy. I have faith that you will figure it out. You always do. I'm not the right person to help on this. You.... Thuy, I don't know what we are fighting about."

Thuy froze and said simply, "I don't know either. I don't know why we are fighting."

"Let's stop then."

"Yeah. I don't know why I got angry. I like you too much. I just think it would kill me for you to not get everything you ever wanted."

"I don't always know what I want, to tell the truth. I wish I did. I... Sometimes, I think I know what I want, but then the thought flies away. There's an image trying to form of someone or something. Something obvious. It's just beyond my grasp."

Thuy actually gasped. "That's why I broke up with Veejay. The more I was with him, the more I kept feeling that I should be waiting for something else. That it was coming soon, and I just had to show more patience."

"What are we waiting for?"

She only shook her head. "I don't know, but... but..." She looked at me and I felt my heart pounding. The thought that I had tried to tell her about was coming into my head again, but she said, "Shouldn't we go home?"

We each threw half the money on the table as we had agreed to years before and headed out. She tossed me her keys, saying, "I'm tired." I closed the door behind her and soon the stars were flying past the window as we got out of the city, heading down 530.

I was beginning to wonder if Thuy had fallen asleep when she asked, "Jake, why didn't we ever date? Not once. We never even tried to see if it would work."

A million thoughts were swirling in my head from this evening, and all I could say was, "I don't know."

"Yes, you do. I mean-- that's not what I mean. It's just that all our lives people have wondered this. People have wanted to fix us up a hundred times. My friends ask about you. People at school who've never met you ask me about you. My mother asks me. Hell, your mom has asked me." I didn't say anything and she continued, "I know you think I look OK. If not, you fake it well. I haven't been checked out like you did in the driveway tonight in a long time. Your eyes made my Bs feel like DDs."

"I looked away!"

"I know. I don't know what I wanted to kiss you more for, looking or looking away."

Kiss me?

After a pause, still curled in the seat next to me but with her eyes open, Thuy said, "So?"

"I think that... I didn't want to risk it." There was silence. "Having you as a friend is too important to risk."

She took my hand and held it, then closed her eyes again, but spoke again after a pause. "I took you for granted, I think. It never occurred to me that you wouldn't be there, that...."

"I will always be there, Thuy."

She squeezed the hand she was holding. "I'm going to be asleep soon."

"I'll carry you to your bed."

"Your bed. I still am afraid of being alone in the house."

"Are you sure?"

I saw a slight smile form on her face. "Jake, you aren't going to take advantage of me. The idea's silly."

We didn't speak the rest of the drive home and she was soon asleep. After we got home, I did as she had bid and carried her to my bedroom. After turning on a small light for her, I headed for the door, but she mumbled something like, "trust you" and patted the bed next to her.

But I knew it wasn't a real option. Not now. Not the way I was feeling. I stood at the doorway watching her slight movements under the sheets, her chest rise and fall gently. I would never be able to say how she looked that night, but I have never forgotten a detail.

I curled up on the couch in the living room, the couch that she had laid upon for so long this afternoon, feeling her scent, touch, and voice. After some time, I fell asleep.

--

I awoke the next morning to some rattling in the kitchen. I opened my eyes to find a disheveled Thuy still in her black dress with hair shooting all over the place getting a glass of water. She stumbled half-asleep to the kitchen table where she plopped down stony-eyed.

Wrapping my sheet around me, since I was in boxers only, I shuffled over to get some coffee going. "Oh, good," was all she said, and I joined her in a chair in my own sleep haze. We sat there listening to the coffee pot. "You look hysterical," she said in a completely flat voice. "I think squirrels played in your hair all night and one side of your face is covered in pillow lines. You're a squirrel wrestling zebra."

"I think some of your hair is in Missouri."

"I'll be untangling it for a week. My dress has more wrinkles than a pug dog's face." I poured two cups of coffee for us and tossed her some creamer. "I think my throat is dry from yesterday. We talked for eight hours straight by my reckoning."

"Coffee cures scratchy throats, I'm sure."

She giggled and continued nursing her cup.

"Thuy, do you remember last night much or too asleep?"

"I remember that we got angry at each other for the first time since... the last time we talked about Crystal."

I laughed. "Yeah. How about after that?"

"I can't tell you what I've forgotten."

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"Jake, just ask me."

"'K," I wasn't sure I really wanted to bring it up, but it was the only thing on my mind, so it was talk about this or don't talk. "You asked why we never dated."

"I remember that. You told me it was because you thought I was a hideous bitch and you'd rather kiss a snake. Then I slapped you so hard you turned off the road into an oncoming car. We are now in heaven."

"So you remember."

She hesitated. "I remember we came up with reasons for the past, but we never got around to the present."

"You mean, why don't we try dating now?"

"Yeah," Thuy's voice was so quiet I could barely hear her. "We didn't talk about that."

"No, we didn't." It was too early, too early for this.

She nodded and turned back to her coffee. I knew I should say something, but now I truly was scared. I'd spent years telling everyone I knew that Thuy and I were just friends. I had believed it. Had we been wrong all this time?

I loved her messed up hair and messed up dress.

"Do you work today?" she interrupted.

"In an hour. 12 hour shift, so I won't get back 'til past nine."

"Hurry back, Jake," she said almost plaintively. She didn't need to worry about that. "I'm going to go shower," she finished.

"You are welcome to shower here."

"Not unless you have an assortment of clean panties in my size lying about."

"My last girlfriend left a lot of stuff here. I'll go take a look."

She stared at me blankly for a second. "Last girlfriend?"

"Well, she wasn't really a girlfriend as much as a stripper I hired at NuFeline. She mostly only wore thongs though. Leather ones. Crotchless."

Thuy shook her head. "God, you actually had me for a second. I am asleep. See you tonight. And what is the point of a crotchless thong? Isn't that a belt?"

It was the longest shift of my life.

--

I rang Thuy's doorbell in my jeans, boots, and Jimmy's Coast-to-Coast moving shirt. A transformed Thuy in a pair of blue shorts and white t-shirt opened the door. She wore a radiant smile as well, making all the wait worth it. "Good timing. Pizza's on the way. Pepperoni and sausage still the thing?"

"Yeah, I'm just a guy. I don't change," I said, passing into her house.

"Good, 'cause half of it is that. You know, they need to invent the boyfriend/girlfriend pizza with two slices for me and the rest for you. I had to cancel the anchovies on my side 'cause I knew you'd eat half of mine anyway."

"It's not my fault that I've got ten inches on you."

She stopped and gave me that little smile. "Ten inches, huh? You don't have to make up stuff like that. I'm sure it's plenty big."

"No, I meant--" I looked at her impudent smile. Two could play this game. I leaned over and knocked on the door. "Pizza delivery!"

"Ooh, come in, pizza boy. I've been waiting for something hot for a long time now."

"Pizza man, ma'am. Pizza man."

"I see. You certainly look like a man to me. May I squeeze your bulg... ing bicep?"

"Certainly, ma'am. You can put your hand on my bulge any time you like."

Thuy almost snorted and then reached up to squeeze my arm. I did my biggest muscle man pose for her. "Very nice, very nice."

"So, ma'am, I heard you ordered the large sausage."

"Oh yes, I did. Actually I asked for the extra large. I always like them as big as I can get them."

"We've heard that about you. I had to pay a guy a hundred bucks to make this run. Where would you like me to put the sausage, ma'am?"

"Well, pizza man, I always put them in my mouth. What else would I do?"

I stared at Thuy who batted her eyes at me. "OK, you win. I can't think anymore."

"Are my ten inches about to become twelve?"

"Fourteen, ma'am. We aren't Tri-Cities Pizza; we're Tripod Pizza."

Thuy giggled and shoved me towards the hall. "Go shower, stud. You stink horribly."

I headed out the door. "Don't do the pizza guy while I'm gone."

"How can I stop myself if he looks like you?" she yelled back as I crossed the lawn. I kept walking. Wait, had she said what I think she had? Suddenly, I heard her voice again. "That came out wrong!" I turned to reply but saw the pizza delivery car turning into her place.

I showered quickly and pulled on some gray boxers, black jeans, and a light blue button-down shirt. Thuy opened the door with pizza dangling from her mouth. I found the box open on the coffee table in her living room where the lights were off and an old sci-fi flick played on the TV.

"What are you watching?" I asked grabbing a slice.

"It seems to be a Black Lagoon rip-off. It's like Creature from the Black Lagoon, but worse."

"Black Lagoon is horrible."

"Yes, and this is even worse. It's amazing."

"Is that the Professor from Gilligan's Island?"

"I think it's his brother. He's the Professor without all the science."

The pizza was gone about the time the second blonde was taken out by a guy in a blue frog suit who flew a sardine can shaped spaceship. About the time Reporter Boyfriend shoved Evil Spaceman Kermie off a cliff, Thuy curled up on the sofa with me, pulling a blanket around us. I don't remember anything of the movie after that.

Thuy leaned into me, placing her head on my chest. I gently wrapped my arms around her and smelled the scent from her hair. I couldn't remember being this close to her since she broke her foot on that hike and I held her by the road until a ranger truck came. This was different.

"This isn't the way we normally watch movies," I said quietly.

"I know," she whispered back.

We sat silently some time, trying to get used to this, trying to make the shift from friend to more. I wanted to speak, but I couldn't think of anything to say anymore. Or, more accurately, I could only think of one thing. My hand had fallen on her bare knee and the only thing I wanted in the world right then was to caress that skin. I dared not, though, for it could mean the end of this hug. The clock ticked, as my mind went back and forth, not sure for the first time in a long time what Thuy wanted. Finally, after she had not moved for some time, I whispered by her ear, "Are you falling asleep?"

"I highly doubt it," she said with a wavering voice.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes, Jake, I'm fine."

"You're shaking."

"I know. I'm nervous."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I moved my hand away from her knee and started straightening up, knocking the blanket onto the floor. But Thuy grabbed my hand and put it right back on her bare knee.

"I'm nervous, but that don't mean I don't like it."

I stared at my dark, working hand on her lightly tanned skin, again frozen on my friend's body. I could feel the warmth from her shivering skin on my fingertips. Soon, I felt her muscles move gently as she straightened her leg a bit.

"Sorry, I needed to move it."

"It's OK."

"My skin was tingling."

"We're acting really silly about this."

"I can't help it."

"No, I mean, you want my hand on your knee and I want...."

She turned her head around some to look up at me. "What?"

After a moment, I confessed, "To touch you."

She turned back around and I could feel her gaze on my hand. "Good."

There was nothing I could think of I wanted more than to caress her, but I could feel her eyes upon me, waiting. Eventually, I was able to make my fingers move slowly up and down in place. I saw Thuy's leg muscles tense up and her breath catch, then they both relaxed slowly. After a minute, she nestled further into my chest. I kissed the top of her hair and then kissed it again. We weren't supposed to be doing this. We were friends.

"That's nice," Thuy said quickly.

I couldn't help but smile. "This is so silly."

"What?"

"How freaking slow I am. How you have to encourage me. I have been with girls before."

"Quantum Girl."

"And others..."

"But this is different."

"Very. It's you."

"Yeah." She placed her fingers on the back of the hand that was slowly caressing her knee, tracing them up and down my skin. "So pretend it's not me, then."

"What?"

"Pretend it's not me and do what you would do then."

I understood but the only thing I could think was what I said next, "If I've got you, why would I ever want to think of someone else?"




Nothing Between Us



Thuy turned around to face me, straddling my body, her eyes shimmering in the flickering light of the TV. She placed two soft lips on my forehead, kissing slowly. She pulled up from this kiss and came back for another. Then she started to move her light kisses around my face, kissing my hair, my forehead, my eyes, each in turn. "Oh, Thuy," I moaned softly, as my heart began to race. My hands suddenly found themselves on her sides where the shirt had ridden up. Not under my control, they slid along her body, roughly moving up her back, dragging the shirt with them. I pulled her small body against mine, harder than I intended. We weren't supposed to do this, but I wanted it so much. So much. My lips went to her neck and I heard her gasp. I started kissing up and down her neck while her hands tugged at the fabric on my shirt. I didn't want to stop.

I hugged her as fiercely as I could, kissing the top of her head over and over, unable to prevent myself. My fingers kept sliding up and down her smooth torso, feeling the slender fabric of her bra on the sides. Her tongue found my skin and I felt my will crumbling, forgetting everything but her touch and smell. The world was disappearing around us, falling away like the meteors we used to watch together. All I could see, feel, smell was her. Her. I wanted her so badly. Now. Before it was too late. "Please, please," I almost growled into her ear, trying to get it out before I was lost to my desire. "Please don't let this ruin anything. Please tell me. Anything. If I go too far." I felt incoherent. "This feels too good. My mind is going...."

She pushed away from me enough to look into my eyes. I quickly turned to hide whatever had just happened to me, but Thuy simply said, "Then let it go."

I pulled her face to mine and our lips met. Oh, our lips met for the first time in all these years. I heard something getting knocked off the coffee table as our lips pushed together. I quickly realized I was pushing too hard and eased up just barely. Her mouth tasted so sweet and my heart turned over each time I felt her lips push back against mine with as much desire as I felt. It's Thuy. It's Thuy, I thought over and over. I slowly sucked her lower lip into my mouth and then licked it with my tongue.

Thuy giggled and moved backwards. "Tickles," she explained, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I touched her sides again. She wiggled. "That does too." I stopped. "No, just not so light."

I moved my hands around to her lower back and my fingers pushed harder, kneading her muscles. "Better?"

"Oh yeah," she said collapsing back into my body, chest to chest. I worked my hands slowly up her body, massaging and touching as I went. The cloth of her shirt kept riding up as I moved, exposing more and more of her. As I was kneading just below her bra strap, I felt her hands move up to the top button of my shirt, unfastening it. Without a word, she moved to the next one, releasing it as well. She moved to the third button in the middle of my chest but her hands were trapped between our bodies. After fumbling for a bit, she asked, "Can you?"

"Only if you do, too," I said and grinned.

She gave me a pretend tsk-tsk and then pulled herself up to a sitting position, her knees folded under, between my legs. Without a delay, she grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it over her head, tossing it away. She looked like a dream come to life. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back with a few stray strands peeking out from the sides. Her trademark smile adorned her flushed cheeks. My eyes traced along the lines of her long neck and over her slender collarbone. She wore a charcoal gray cotton bra over her round breasts, those breasts that she had caught me staring at in the driveway the night before and so long ago. My eyes followed down her torso as it slipped inwards at the side with just the smallest of dimples at the bottom. It was like a dream come real, but as I looked at her, I heard a voice in the back of my head, "Does she look like your dream, or has your dream always looked like her?"

"Ahem," I heard and woke from my thoughts. Thuy was pointing at my own chest. Did she bite her lip just a little as my shirt slipped from my shoulders? As the shirt fell away, Thuy's hands fell on my body, sliding up my stomach, over my chest, and through the dark hairs there. Her body slid down onto mine until we were bare skin on bare skin with her arms draped around my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, just feeling the touch of our skin together for the first time. We lay there with me kissing her hair, trying to stop and be still, but failing and kissing her again. She lay upon me, her head to one side, while her hands moved up and down my bare abdomen.

"I love that you have no idea how sexy you are," she said and laid a kiss upon my chest.

"I love our skin together."

I felt her nod and then start to squirm against me. She was slipping her arms through her bra straps, pulling it over her head and away. My heart, which had finally started to calm just a little, increased its pace again. She nestled her now bare chest against mine, and I could feel her hardened nipples pressing into my skin.

"Now, it's right," Thuy said simply.

"Do you feel your heart? I can feel it beating against me."

"That's 'cause I'm about to have a heart attack," she said.

"Not if I beat you to it."

She laid a couple kisses on my chest and lay back down, caressing me. I ran my hands down her hair to her back again. I could just see her soft skin from my angle and I imagined laying a thousand kisses there. I teased her skin with my hands, since my lips couldn't. My fingers went tickling down her sides and I was rewarded with a small catch of her breath. I then pressed my hands firmly against her, circling up and down her body, moving briefly under her shorts. As my fingers slid just under the blue fabric down around her hips and to the front, her whole body twitched and leapt.

"Not good?"

"No, really good," she said a bit breathless. "Sensitive there."

"Where? Here?" I asked running a finger along the side of her hips.

"No, further forward."

My fingers slipped more to the front to a spot right where her legs merged with her abs, and as my fingers touched it, she leapt again. "I think we found a spot, Ms. Nguyen."

"It doesn't feel like that when I touch there."

The image of Thuy touching herself there popped into my head. Maybe we hadn't discussed exactly everything in the past.

"Sensitive spots are good," I told her.

She rose up from my chest straddling my thighs looking at me. "I want to find one of your spots now." She placed two fingers on my lips where I kissed them once, then twice. I then ran my tongue along each one before opening my mouth and taking the tips of both in. "Jake, baby, if you keep that up, we will never find your spots."

Truth was, at that moment, I didn't care. Doing this felt fantastic. But as I was about to take a third finger in my mouth, she did it. She placed her free hand right on the bulge in my pants.

I had been hard for as long as I could remember tonight, but this was a whole 'nother level. I felt each throb as I grew bigger and bigger in her hand. She looked at me so seriously. I was unable to do anything and her wet fingers, fallen from my mouth, were caressing my cheek.

"Does this feel good?" she asked without a trace of teasing.

I could only nod stupidly. It wasn't good; it was overwhelming. It was all I could do to not jump in the air. I tried to divert my mind away from what was happening. Oh, happening so quickly. Feelings building so fast. She didn't even have to move. Just knowing it was her. It wouldn't take long. I was gonna cum.... When I realized what was happening, I jumped up and tried to separate that part of my body from Thuy. My mind raced trying to think of anything other than where I was so that it wouldn't happen. I felt a pulse but managed to hold back anything else.

"You OK?"

"Yeah, yeah," I replied. "It was just.. uh... really good. A little too good, you know?"

"Oh," she said, and I saw her examining my jeans. "Did you?"

"No, just close. If I didn't stop."

"It's OK with me if you did. If you do."

I tried to smile but I felt the old cheeks flushing. "It's just, you know, I guess I'm kinda new at this. So...."

"Don't be embarrassed, Jake. You're probably gonna hafta have a million miles of patience with me when you go inside. It's supposed to hurt like hell."

I could only stare at her. "Would you-- do you--" I stumbled.

"Yeah, maybe. I don't know. I haven't thought about it. The thought just sorta popped out. This whole weekend has been this way. It's freaky."

"I know what you mean." It was like someone else was controlling my mind and I had no idea what it would do next. Everything was being drawn out into the light now; things I hadn't known were hidden.

I felt Thuy take my hand and I lifted my head to look at her. To look into her deep brown eyes. I knew what I wanted. I didn't want anything between us anymore. I wanted to feel her soft skin on mine and nothing else. I heard myself swallowing hard and then my index finger pointed towards her waistband.

She said nothing but stood up and, still holding my hand, guided me back to her bedroom. She had been changing her bedroom every year since I could remember, but it hadn't changed much since college started. There were a couple Vietnamese and Singaporean movie posters in the corner, a huge Gone with the Wind one covering the closet doors, stacks of books in French, German, and Vietnamese littering the place, and a little group of fresh-looking Economics books sitting neatly arranged on the desk. A hundred fragrant shampoos and conditioners peeked out from her shower stall in the bathroom. She moved past all of this to her bed, where she peeled back the black sheets. Then she turned to face me and after just a thought or two placed her thumbs inside her shorts, pushing them and her panties to the ground before me. It was just her now.

I followed suit, pulling my jeans down my body and pushing them away. I looked down to find my cock poking from the top of my boxers, covered in precum. I pushed the boxers away as well and the two of us stood looking at each other. She took my hand and started onto the bed, but that suddenly felt it would take too long. I pulled her back to me so that we were face-to-face, bodies pressed together. I bent down and moved my lips straight to hers. It was magic.

Her lips moved against mine and soon our tongues were dancing together. I felt her tongue so wet and strong bend up behind my teeth, licking back and forth. I sucked it into my mouth until she somehow reversed it and I felt her sucking my own tongue into her. Her nipples pressed into the bottom of my chest, moving back and forth as we kissed. The tip of my cock was lodged against her stomach, wet against her skin. Our legs slid against one another, and I could not fathom how smooth and soft she felt. I moved my hands down her body and squeezed her bare bottom in my hands. She did the same to me and I felt that smile forming against my lips. I growled against her mouth.

Thuy suddenly broke the kiss and began to rub her body against mine in earnest. I felt her nipples sliding up and down my body. I heard her whisper, "So good," as she moved back up my body. Then she was kissing along my lips, chin, and neck as she moved down again. My fingers pressed hard sliding up her back, while I kissed anything in sight. I suddenly caught a glimpse of her ear and slid to the side to get at it. As I did so, something happened and my leg slipped between her thighs. I could feel her, warm and moist, against my skin. It was the most erotic sensation I had ever felt.

I licked up her long neck to the ear lobe which I pulled into my mouth. She moaned ever so slightly as I nibbled. Her body started to move and the warm soft spot was sliding against my thigh, leaving a damp trail. I moaned against her in excitement.

"You ever done this?" I asked.

"No," she said back and slid her wetness down my thigh. "You?"

"Uh-uh," I answered and ran my tongue in a circle along the edge of her ear.

She suddenly grabbed my cock in her hand and began to rub it. She was moving her hand in rhythm with her mound against my leg. I felt her thumb wrapping over the head, rubbing my precum all around. Through the haze in my mind, I felt a drop of moisture running down my leg from her. I was beginning to smell new scents floating around us, from her, from me, from the sweat that was forming on our naked bodies. I wanted to taste her, taste all of her, before the night was done.

My tongue traveled down Thuy's neck, licking in broad, wet strokes under her chin. Next it was the collarbone, which changed our angle and I felt her slip off of my leg. I bent over further and kissed down her chest. It was different here than everywhere else. Her breast was soft, giving as I pressed with my lips, but springing back as I let go. I could imagine spending an hour here, exploring. My eyes fell on her nipples. The areolas were much darker than any other skin on her, almost a chocolate color. They were marked with reddish nipples that seemed very wide. Each was erect and pointed outward. I moved to one nipple and laid a soft kiss on it. Then another. I ran my tongue over it and discovered she wasn't fully erect yet as the dark skin began to tighten and the nipple grew. It was fascinating.

Somehow I could feel a grin above me, so I looked up to Thuy. She looked like she was about to laugh. "What?" I asked.

"Jake, they are for kissing. You can take notes later."

I smiled back at her. "Then, let's kiss them a little more." I stood up and began pushing her back to the bed. She backed up step for step with me until she was trapped against the bed. I gave a playful shove and she collapsed backwards and wiggled her perfect little body backwards giving me room to join. Was everything she did the most beautiful thing ever? Straddling her thighs, I leaned over and drew a nipple straight into my mouth.

I heard her say something like, "Now, there we go," to herself and her legs moved up and down under mine. I just did whatever I could think of, sucking on each nipple, soft, then hard, then soft. I ran my tongue in circles around those dark areolas while my fingers teased on the other side. I then licked back and forth quickly, and her body squirmed under mine as I kissed. She squirmed against me so much that I had to move my pelvis away from her to prevent a repeat of earlier.

As I moved, my tongue slid down her breast onto her stomach. I suddenly breathed in that intoxicating smell that I had noticed before. My eye fell down her stomach, past her pinched navel, to a layer of curly black hair. That was something to discover. I kissed down her stomach ever so slowly, making sure nothing escaped my lips. I could feel my excitement building as I moved lower. She also began to shudder and catch her breath and I was already in danger of cumming without anything touching me. I changed from kissing to licking up and down the sides of her belly.

She jumped immediately, the way she had before when I touched her hip area. I looked down to the spot that made her fly. There was nothing special to see, just a slight fall where hips met pelvis. I moved my body down to kiss the area. I blew a cool stream of air across her skin and her pelvis lifted slightly into the air. I licked back and forth as fast as I could and heard my name.

"Jake, Jake."

She must really like this.

"Not so soft," she finished. 

Oh. I pressed my tongue harder on the dimple and licked. This time, I got "Jaaaakkkke." Now I knew what I was after.

She was beginning to wiggle all around the bed, so I took her thighs firmly in my hands pushing down so that I could continue, licking along her stomach, over her breasts, down her navel, down her hips, up to her thighs. Thuy's hands clutched at the sheets as my tongue passed over the inside of her thighs. I placed my mouth over the top of her leg to suck on her, and my cheek grazed the soft curly hair of her muff next to me. I froze.

I wanted to kiss it so bad.

I turned my head slightly to look at her mound, seeing the hair fall down the top disappearing between her closed legs. I freed her thighs and moved my head up a little to kiss the soft black hairs. I could feel my heart pounding and the scents just a couple inches away. I kissed the hair again a little lower. Thuy's legs moved apart for just a second and then closed again.

Her hand was on my shoulder and I looked up to see her propped up on an elbow. My lips were still nestled in her curls. She gazed at me with a ferocity I had never seen before. I took her hand in mine, our fingers intertwining. She shook beneath me.

"I'm scared," she said.

"Me, too. But different probably."

"Why are you?"

"It's new for me, too. I want you to feel good."

"You're doing great. You have no idea."

"Then why scared?"

"No one's done this before, Jake."

"We can stop."

"I don't wanna. I'm just scared is all. No one's seen... me there."

"I'll close my eyes," I said and did so.

She giggled nervously. "That's stupid."

I kept my eyes closed. "Yeah, but if it makes you more comfortable, who cares?"

I felt a slight movement.

"Open your eyes."

I opened them to discover Thuy's legs spread open before me. The black hair thinned between her legs to just wisps around labia that were as dark as her nipples. A small bit of pink peeked out from deep inside and moisture was all around in the form of little drops of dew at the edges and matted hair closer in.

I placed my mouth on the dark lips of this woman and felt Thuy squeezing my hand tightly. I kissed up and down slowly. Truth was, this was a little different for me, too.

Trying something, I flicked my tongue between the labia quickly. Wow. Wow. I licked again a little deeper. The taste was something I could never have predicted. A mixture of sour and sweet that was incredibly intense. Thuy's grip was growing stronger as my tongue moved. So this was what my Thuy tasted like.

I moved my mouth completely against the opening. In the movies of this that I had seen, everything seemed really easy, but now that I was there, between someone's legs, I could barely see anything. I had no idea exactly where my mouth was. I just did the best I could.

With my mouth pressed against Thuy, my tongue moved up and down in some very wet and soft area. I moved down towards where I remembered the pink color and could feel Thuy's wetness entering my mouth, mingling with my own saliva. As I pushed my tongue inward, it felt like Thuy was about to squeeze my hand off. I moved towards where I believed her tunnel to be, keeping my tongue moving. Thuy was moaning now above me, just saying my name and syllables that I couldn't understand. My tongue never stopped. If I could make her feel like this, I never wanted to stop. Thuy's legs began clinching around my head, pressing inward and then releasing. Omigod, I loved it. I suddenly remembered her clitoris. It was somewhere towards the top, I knew, so I just moved up and licked as much area as I could. "Aahhhhh!!" She leaped into the air, squeezing me hard.

This was out of control.

I kept licking at this area where her clit was, but Thuy was starting to buck her whole body underneath me, making it next to impossible. I licked and she gasped and jumped, making me lose the little nub I was now feeling. I had an idea. I got my hand away from Thuy and brought it down to my face. Moving my head back to see, I slipped a finger inside her slit and moved it up and down the length of her mound. Everything was so moist and wonderful. I moved up my fingers to the top, hitting the nub, and Thuy screamed. My quiet, smart, sarcastic Thuy screamed in passion. I would never give this up. Thuy's noises were muffled suddenly by a pillow she was pushing into her face. I moved my fingers back down and pushed forward a little. There was a little give, so I pushed again and suddenly my finger was entering the woman I loved.




Nothing Between Us



"Not too deep," Thuy said taking the pillow from her face. "Remember, it's not broken."

"Broken?"

"Hymen."

I looked down expecting to see some sort of film across her but couldn't. "Should I be able to see so I don't break?"

"Don't think so. It's inside."

I decided to just not push in past my middle joint and so I curled my finger upwards inside her, rubbing the wall there.

"Oh, baby," Thuy sighed and rustled her hands in my hair. There was a slight sloshing noise as I slid the top of two fingers in and out. I could smell her and hear her. It was so lovely. I put my mouth back down just above my fingers and found the little nub, so small. I licked it back and forth.

Thuy lost it.

Her pelvis was jumping while her hands were pushing me hard into her body. I felt her pulling my hair. Then the hands vanished and she was yanking the sheets off the bed. Suddenly, there was a loud squeal and Thuy's legs clamped down on my head with more force than I knew she had. I felt myself being squeezed, unable to move, while her pelvis just thrust upwards. She gripped me like this and I felt the sheets of the bed falling around us until I was covered in darkness. Finally, after seeming to lift me halfway to the ceiling and a series of thrusts, she came back down and loosened her grip a bit. I immediately licked once more, but as soon as I did, she was shaking and pushing me back with her legs.

I pulled the sheets back and looked up at Thuy. She was a complete mess. Tears were on her cheeks; there was a wet spot near her mouth on the bed; and a frantic look was in her eyes. I was about to speak when she pulled me as hard as she could on top of her. I fell so that my lips were at her forehead, her mouth on my neck, and my cock inside her pubic hair. She instantly wrapped her arms and legs around me, holding me into her fiercely and rocking from side to side slowly. As she did this I felt my penis sliding downwards between her legs.

Thuy started to kiss me, then just clung hard to me, then kissed me again.

"Everyone said it was so horrible the first time!" she was saying. "But not here, not with you. I should have known not with you. Thank you, baby, thank you for being so wonderful. I should have known with you" I didn't know what to say, but the truth is that I could barely understand her because my cock was becoming wrapped inside her lips. I could feel the moisture and warmth all around me and I wanted so much more.

"You are awesome, Jake. I'm so in--" she stopped the sentence and then after a long pause just licked my face. "Oh. Is that me? Is that what I taste like down there?" My face was covered in her juices. She licked me again. "You know the hardest part of all though?" she continued. Controlling myself right now, I was thinking. "I wanted to touch you so bad. But you were so far away. My hands could barely get to you. I hated it. But, oh, how I loved it. I never knew I was a 'baby' person. I've been calling you 'baby' all night. Where did that come from?" She said something more but I didn't hear it. I was frozen, all my muscles tensed. My head was dipping inwards. With just a small thrust, I could....

"Jake, Jake," I heard. I managed to look up feeling like I was crazed. She looked deep into my eyes, caressing my cheek. "Go get a condom and we'll finish, baby." I stared at her trying to understand.

"I- I- don't have any."

"What?"

"Why would I? I never knew this was going to happen."

"Yeah..." was all she said, then she did something more. She started to push me downwards into her with her feet on my rear. "I'm sure it'll be OK. Only once, right? And I don't think it's the right part of my cycle, so, you know, it should be." She pushed a little more and my head was inside her. This was it.

Before I lost my last bit of will power, I rolled to the side breaking the contact. My breathing was heavy, and I felt my mind wrestling with itself. I pulled Thuy hard against my chest, clinging to her now like she had to me not a minute ago. After a minute I heard a "Thank you" from her. I wrapped her in me, not wanting to let her go. I kept hugging tighter and tighter, feeling like I couldn't get as close to her as I needed.

I was shaking. She had been pushing me in. I wanted to crawl back on her now and go inside. Maybe that was the only way to be as close to her as I desired. Maybe she had been right. The odds were that it would be OK, right? We could try.

What had she done to me? I knew everything going through my mind was idiotic, but I couldn't make the thoughts go away. Why, oh why, had I rolled off?

"Maybe, we don't need a condom," I heard myself say, not believing my own ears. "You said you didn't think it was the right time...."

"Let's just go buy some, OK, Jake? Trust me. You haven't lost your chance. It's only like a 30 minute trip to a gas station and back."

I was silent for a moment, trying to let my desires lessen. Eventually, I nodded and kissed Thuy's head again. I squeezed her into me yet again. "There's one problem. We'd have to get up."

Thuy giggled against my chest. "That is a problem," and then she pushed me over on my back and climbed on top of me lying on my body with her arms around my head. She looked at me and said with an overly pleased smile, "You are so mine." She lifted herself up and looked down my body to my cock which was rock hard and almost purple. She started wiggling downwards and said, "Half my body is covered with the lube from you. Think there's anything much left?" She put a finger on the head, right on the tip where the precum was waiting. I watched as her finger slowly rubbed the lubricant in a circle all over my purple head. My cock pulsed up and down under her touch.

"Cool," she said simply.

"It's alive and coming for you," I replied.

She looked at me with her little smile. "You're not gonna be able to joke much longer." And with that she pushed her dangling breasts together around the shaft of my cock. Her body began to slide up and down my length and immediately the sensations were building.

"Are- are- you- you- sure?" I managed to say as my head started tossing from side to side on the bed.

She moved down and I watched in awe as her tongue began to lick around my head covered in precum. "Uh-huh," she replied and then her mouth moved forward taking some of me between her lips, disappearing behind a wall of hair as it fell around her.

Her tongue began to slither along the top of my shaft, sending chills up my spine. "You win," I squeaked out as I grabbed at a pillow.

She started sliding her breasts up and down me again and with each motion the forces of an orgasm were building deep inside me. I could feel it growing and growing each time she moved. Her breasts, then a lick, then her skin, then, oh, I don't know what she was doing. It was soft, wet, smooth, perfect. Oh so good, oh, so fucking good. "Omigod. Thuy. Thuy, baby... Thuyy... I'm sorry, don't stop. Yes... I can't...." The orgasm was almost here. I wanted to scream. All the times I had been so close tonight were all coming back at once right now. All of them. Ripping me apart. Oh fuck. I couldn't stop it now. Too late. I felt something wet around my rod and pushing against me, a tongue?, and I exploded. It felt like the first squirt started from the base of my spine and came flying outwards. Thuy squealed again, but different from before, and I felt her rubbing at the base of my erection. She tossed her hair up and another squirt flew up and hit my chest. It wouldn't stop. Glob after glob was shooting upwards covering my stomach and lower chest. Between her hair, I could see Thuy's mouth resting on the top side of my erection watching everything coming out of me, but never letting go while I pulsed against her lips.

Finally the orgasm subsided and I stopped tossing my head on the bed. Thuy lifted her head up just a bit, releasing me, then slowly guided the tip of my hard-on through the pools on my skin. I watched her exploring the results of her action with fascination.

"Would you like to borrow a pencil or should I take dictation?"

She looked up at me and grinned, then put her tongue in a small glop just under my cock. She drew it into her mouth and tentatively tasted it. After a second's reflection, she sat up beside me and said, "I'm no judge, but I think that would've been quadruplets."

I nodded, thinking how that orgasm had been building for hours now. I began to feel semen sliding down my sides. "Your sheets are going to be a mess. Towel?"

She jumped up and ran into her bathroom.

"Don't forget the bit in your hair," I called after her.

My goddess returned, running a damp rag over some long strands of hair and tossing a towel onto my stomach. I quickly cleaned myself up and put the towel to the side. She was still standing by the bed nude with a look of concentration as she worked over her hair thoroughly. I suddenly remembered that just a couple hours ago I had been paralyzed at the touch of my hand on her knee, and yet already it seemed like this is the way it should be. What could be more natural than beckoning her to the bed where I waited to hug her the whole night through? I reached up to pull Thuy back into bed with me, but she pulled back, saying, "So, think you can make it to the gas station now?"

"Try and stop me."

--

Twenty minutes later, at sometime around three in the morning, we arrived at the all night convenience store by the Interstate. Thuy's hand fell into mine and we walked quickly towards the door. However, as soon as I placed my free hand on the glass door, Thuy did a hard U-turn, spinning as fast as she could, her hair falling down to cover her face. This was a practiced motion she had used for years to hide.

"What's wrong?"

"Julie."

"Who?"

Thuy continued under her breath. "Ms. Pep Squad."

I stared blankly.

"Played the flute. Always sat in the front right seat of every class. 'Can't keep a secret' Julie!"

"I have no idea what we are talking about."

"Jesus, Jake. Soccer Team Julie."

"Ohhh!! Julie! What about her? She works here actually. Assistant. Manager, I think. I see her all the time."

"Well. You are about to see her again because she's behind the counter."

I looked up and saw Soccer Team Julie behind the counter. Her hair looked red today. I wondered what color it used to be. She gave me a quick wave. I knew why Thuy had avoided using the name. It seemed that Julie had really only dated two or three guys in all of high school, but they all were on Varsity Soccer, and the rumor spread quickly of something more. But I guess the name had stuck, even if it wasn't true.

"Did you two not get along?"

"Jake! No, it's just..."

"Oh. We are about to buy condoms from 'Can't keep a secret' Julie at three in the morning. So much for privacy about us, huh."

"Welcome back."

I thought about it for a second. "Does it matter?"

"Yes! No! I don't know! I just don't want us to be talked about. Maybe if I don't go in and stay out here."

"Yeah, she might think I've been standing at the door for five minutes with my other Vietnamese friends, because the population is so enormous here in Arkansas."

"OK, fine."

"Thuy, it's actually good luck in some ways. Everyone already thinks we've been at it for years. So if Julie says something, who's gonna think this is new?"

Thuy stood, unmoving. I held the door open for her and after a beat she went in, her hair still covering her face.

Julie called immediately. "Hey, Jacob," she said with some energy. "Hey, Jennifer," she said with a little less. "Good to see you two together again."

"How's the evenin' treatin' ya?" I asked.

"Butt boring."

"Congrats. Usually you tell me it's Super Ass boring."

"What can I say? Good day. Maybe I just think about butts a lot watching that cute one of yours." I felt Thuy disappear down an aisle.

"Yeah, sure," I said and turned to find Thuy staring at a display of mixed nuts and orange slices. "Hey, Jule, which aisle has the contraceptives? Condoms." Did I hear a squeak from the orange slices?

Julie looked at me and then slowly pointed towards the back corner.

"Thanks." I said and went to find Thuy who had vanished. When I finally found her hiding behind a large Miller Lite display, she started jumping and slapping at my chest silently.

"What are you doing asking her?!" she threw at me in a barely constrained whisper. "And talking to her at all? And why does she call you Jacob?"

"I asked just to tease you and she calls me Jacob 'cause she's flirting with me."

"I know she's flirting with you." Thuy looked at me like she was going to start hitting me again, so I covered my face. Finally she just sighed and said, "I hate small towns."

"You love 'em! You're always on about loving small towns and you can't wait to get away some day."

"Stop remembering everything about me. Come on, let's go buy something because you are looking really cute with that what-who-me grin." We walked to the back of the store with Thuy saying, "You'd be in trouble more about the cute butt thing if you hadn't completely forgotten she existed in the parking lot."

"So which one?" I asked looking at the little condom display.

"Hmmm. From what I saw earlier, I think you should try Gargantuan brand."

I elbowed her. "You get two extra licks later for that. Not that I could stop anyway." Thuy smiled and squeezed my arm. "Ooh, how about Ribbed for Her Comfort?" I asked.

"It's my first time. I don't think it's gonna be super comfy, no matter what."

I paused and said, "You know we don't have to. That thing you did to me earlier seemed to work pretty damn good."

"I want to," she said simply. "Oh, here you go. Extra-Sensitive. Feel Like Nothing is There."

"We got close enough to nothing being there earlier."

"Thank you so much, Jake, for, you know, not. I'm gonna be worried enough about the little we did for the next few weeks." She paused. "Wow. I've never wanted my period before. Huh."

"Hey, I'm not the strong one who resisted. I started begging you within seconds."

She giggled. "Yeah, you almost gave me the puppy dog eyes. Super cute."

"How 'bout this? Spermicide for extra protection."

"That does it." Thuy pulled a box from the shelf.

"Box of 28? We've got a week. Four times a day. I like how you think."

"We have almost a week and a half."

"Good point. I'll get a couple more boxes."

She slapped me on the arm, and we headed up to the counter. I tried not to grin. Thuy put the box on the counter next to the worn romance novel that Julie was reading. "It's good to see you, Julie," said Thuy.

"Yeah, Jen, how've you been doin'? I think it's been a couple years," Julie replied as she rang us up.

"I'm not around as much as I'd like to be."

"I'm sure Jake has been lonely. You two were always..." she placed the condoms in a plastic bag, "...close."

"You will have to keep an eye on him while I'm not here then."

Was that a dig?

Julie handed the bag over to Thuy. "Anything else you two need tonight?"

Without delay, Thuy answered, "Nope. That's it. Just needed a big ole box of these things. Only thing I came for. You, Jake?"

"Uhhh, no."

"That must be all we needed then," Thuy finished, her voice sounding a bit clipped.

"OK, ummm... have a nice night then."

"Thank you," Thuy answered, then stopped. "Hey, Julie, I'm sorry about before. About not saying hello. I was just being stupid," she explained holding the bag up.

"Naw, it's OK. You should see the way the teens behave."

"It is good to see you," and Thuy leaned over the counter to hug Julie.

As we closed the car door, I asked, "Did you just make an enemy or a friend?"

--

The door to my house closed behind us and Thuy pulled her top over her head. Our clothes fell as we passed through the house. I jumped out of my jeans and turned the corner into my room just in time to see Thuy crawling naked across the covers.

"Your sheets are warmer," she said pulling them up around her stomach.

I slipped my boxers over my erection and crawled in with her. "Maybe we can find something else to warm you up."

"The sheets are for later, anyway," she said throwing them back. "Do you think we will ever go to sleep?"

"If this is the alternative..." I said, placing my hand on her breast.

"I'm far too wired to sleep, too. Maybe if we do something really hard and fast to the point of exhaustion.... Hey, where are the condoms?"

I jumped out of bed and found them lying in the hallway discarded. "As soon as you pulled your shirt off, I just started tossing things."

She grinned. "I really like having this effect on you. I can see this as a permanent part of my life." A moment after she said that, I saw her cheeks flushing, but I knew they were nothing compared to mine. She continued, "Do you want to put it on now or later?"

"Uh, shouldn't we warm you up a little first?"

"Vroom, vroom. I'm pretty ready. Been thinkin' about it all night."

"Yeah, ok then." I was with her. I don't think my erection had ever really disappeared since she pulled the blanket over the two of us on the couch at her place. Maybe longer. I sat up on the edge of the bed and pulled a condom out.

I was eyeing the little plastic disk when Thuy asked, "How do you know which side is up?"

"Wondering the same thing. Seems to be more lube on this side, so I'm guessing that's 'out'." I placed the disk at my tip and began rolling it down my length. Thuy's fingers joined me, helping me roll it to the bottom. I just watched her fingers sliding along my cock so naturally.

Thuy seemed to be studying what she had done as well. "Jake," she began. "I, uh, I really like seeing you naked."

I grinned. "I'm kinda a fan of seeing you this way, too."

"I don't just mean that. I mean, it's like all the barriers are coming down. There's finally nothing between us anymore."

"No secrets."

"Ever," Thuy finished, then looked back down at my cock. "How's it feel? Tight?"

"Not so much. Hold on, let me...." I pulled the condom up a bit trying to make sure there was space at the top to catch everything.

"What position do you think is best?" Thuy's voice asked over my shoulder.

I lay back down next to her. "How about the kissing position?" I answered and moved my lips to hers. She responded immediately and soon our bodies were wrapped together, hands gliding across skin, lips pushing and pulling. I moved my lips to her neck and one of those beautiful moans escaped from her. I instantly felt my temperature rise.

I put long wet licks up and down her neck, again taking in that indescribable taste. Next it was her ear between my teeth, nibbling very gently. Her nails descended upon my back and scratched lightly across my skin, sending goosebumps across my body. My hold on her became stronger, tighter, as I kissed and licked her over and over. I was quickly falling head over heels with the feel of her.

I felt Thuy pushing me up on top of her and our legs writhed together, our groins meeting again. I lifted myself a bit so that she didn't have to support my full weight and she brought her tongue to my face and quickly covered me with it.

Heaven.

I didn't know this could have such an effect. My body twitched. I moaned and gasped each time her tongue hit me. Omigod, it was good. Don't ever stop, Thuy.

My tongue fell on her forehead and slid down her face and chin, over her neck, between her breasts, all the way to her navel, and then back up again. I couldn't get over the feel of her body against mine as we ground together. Everything was smooth, soft, and perfect. I repeated my body lick a second and a third time, beginning to taste and smell the excitement growing in the air.

She lay with her hands stretched straight above her body, so I glided up her until my own hands found hers and the fingers locked together.




Nothing Between Us



I was in love. I could feel it. I knew it because my heart was melting for this woman. "Thuy," I whispered, my mouth just an inch from hers, "this is the best day of my life."

I saw tears in her eyes and she nodded quickly.

"I'd do anything for you," I told her, the emotions quickly overpowering me.

"I know," she replied and wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock was again pressing up against her mound, though this time wrapped in a plastic shield. I looked up into her burning eyes. My hips moved a bit lower until it felt like my tip was between her labia. I pressed forward and she wiggled under me, moving. I pressed forward again, not sure. Where the hell was I? Everything was wet and warm and wonderful. How did I figure out where to go? Thuy reached down and took my condom-wrapped shaft in her hand, pulling me lower and at a different angle.

I pushed my hips forward again where she had placed me and Thuy's eyes shot open.

My head was inside her. I could feel the tightness.

I pushed again and Thuy cried out. Her arms wrapped around me tightly, clutching me. "Slow..." she coaxed.

I nodded, but the truth was I had no idea what I was doing. Was I in just a bit or a lot? She was so tight around me and I felt so much pressure that I didn't know how to move slow or fast. I tried to inch in a little more and Thuy was whimpering. My Thuy. Oh, my Thuy. I didn't want to hurt her. I resolved not to move an inch more inside. Instead I would try moving in and out, but going no deeper than I was. I slid backwards and she moaned. I moved in again and she cried out. I didn't know what to do. All I could think to do was stay put and hold her, so I did. We lay there for a while with me resting partway in her, clutching each other.

Suddenly, I felt her hips move against me, rocking ever so slightly. I kissed her again and tried to remain still, letting her control what happened. She continued these tiny rocking motions against me and I could feel sensations already starting between my legs.

"I'm not gonna last long," I confessed to her.

"That's OK," she said in a voice that seemed about to break.

"Are you doing alright?"

She nodded, then said, "it hurts some." She looked deep into my eyes and then caressed my face while our hips moved back and forth together. "I'm so happy."

I admit that I didn't totally understand, but how could I? My gaze fell down the woman I loved to where our bodies met. I could just see the base of my cock before it disappeared inside her. I was further in than I realized.

I had an idea. I propped myself on one arm and lowered the other down her torso, gliding over her skin as I went. My hand disappeared between her legs, bumping into my own cock inside her. I slid up from there.... Thuy squealed and jumped up. I had found her clit. I kept my cock as still as I could, just filling her, while my fingers began to touch that sensitive spot. Her little whimpers became cries and her arms started to flail around the bed. As she moved, her muscles gripped my cock inside her, squeezing it and releasing it. It felt so good.

I kept rubbing her clitoris as she rocked her hips against me, and she was speaking, "yes," Jake," "omigod," and 20 others that I couldn't figure out. I felt my balls clutching, building and building. I realized I was thrusting into her. I hadn't meant to. It was so hard to stop now. Her hips were rocking harder too. I really hadn't meant to.

Oh.

Thuy.

Baby.

Oh, love.

Ohhh.....

Her fingers clawed at my back hard and she was watching me so intensely. There was sweat on her skin and tears.

I made sure my fingers kept moving on her. Tears sliding down her cheeks. I wanted to kiss each one. Her hips bucked hard into me. I was thrusting. Oh, thrusting deep into the one I had always loved.

It felt so good.

She-

She-

Everything

Forever.

OOHHHHHH

I was cumming, cumming, and cumming. I felt my face twisting and my whole body convulsing. Shot after shot into her.

But I kept my finger moving on her clit as I was collapsing on her. I didn't forget. All I wanted in the world was to make her feel like I did. She deserved everything I could give her. "Beautiful, beautiful," I heard myself saying over and over incoherently as my cock continued to throb deep inside her. She screamed and flew to the ceiling. She plastered herself against my body. My fingers slipped from their place. Her face was buried in my neck and her body convulsed with soft sobs. I didn't let go. I was here forever for her. As long as she would have me.

"Are you OK?" I asked. "Did I hurt you?"

"No, baby," she said still clutching me harder than I could believe. "Just a lot-" she breathed and wiped her face against me, "to handle," breath, "at once."

"Good," I said. "I think."

I felt her smile forming on my shoulder. "This is the reaction you want."

As our bodies calmed down, my emotions grew. I wanted to say something. To tell her. But I couldn't. There were no words for this.

I slowly said, "Thuy, I don't know how to tell you. How. How I feel. About you. I don't know. I want to tell you."

"I know, baby, I know. I think our bodies have been trying to say it for us."

Yeah. "Since we didn't know how."

From the very first touch, so many hours ago, this had felt different from the mild experiences I had had previously. Now, I got it. My times with the other girls had been about sex, me trying to learn, but this wasn't. This was about Thuy.

Thuy lifted herself up and my cock slid out of her. I rolled the condom off, tied it, and tossed it in a trashcan. After I settled back down on the bed lying on my back, Thuy crawled on top of me again, resting her body on mine. She put her head on my chest and we lay quietly together for some minutes, breathing. I just held her and watched her rise and fall with each breath. I drew the sheets up around us.

She spoke.

"You know, I've been wondering why you haven't ever had sex before. There are women all over you, and as clueless as you, as we, can be, I think you know it deep down. If you had ever really tried, you'd have found someone to play with." She ran her fingers through my chest hair and then looked up into my eyes. "What were you waiting for?"

I knew the answer now.

"You."

--

Late the next evening, Thuy and I were cuddling on the living room floor watching something forgettable when the phone rang. I picked it up to discover my mom on the other end. "Hey."

"How was your weekend, Jacob?"

Best ever. World shattering. Life changing.

"It was good."

"Who is it?" Thuy whispered from where she lay in my lap.

"Mom," I told her.

"Was that Jennifer?" my mom asked.

"Yeah. We're hanging out together." I looked down at Thuy and decided to go for it. "Actually, I think she and I are going to try dating each other for a bit. See how it goes."

Thuy straightened up and looked at me.

I heard my mother scream. "May! May!" That was Thuy's mother's name. "You were right! You were right! You said they'd figure it out!" There was a bang as my mother seemed to drop the phone and I heard Thuy's mother saying something. Sounded like they were jumping up and down. Then I heard my dad's voice.

"'Bout damn time. Can I go home now?"

--

"Don't stay out late.
Nowhere to go.
I'm home about eight.
Just me and my radio.

Ain't Misbehavin'
Saving my love for you."



Nothing But a Toy



You knew you wanted this.

How warm his breath feels, coming in ragged gasps against the back of your neck. How strong his hands are, one twisted up and fisted in your hair, exposing your throat... how sweet his tongue feels against your skin as he's tasting the sweat glimmering in the moonlight. How blissfully forceful he is, giving you exactly what you need... exactly what you crave. He's all around you. He's all you hear, he's all you smell, he's all you feel. You knew from the moment he slammed you up against the wall, the silver tinkling of his belt being opened, his hand grasping your painfully hard cock through your pants... you wanted this.

The dock is quiet. Every breath, every movement is as deafening as a thunderclap... the anticipation of it all twists your stomach into uncomfortable knots, your blood beats hard and fast 

how you like it

every nerve like a live wire, waiting... waiting.

He grabs your collar and it's a sweet release. You moan as he forces his tongue past your lips it's not enough and pushes you back into the dark recesses of the alley. He wants you to scream. He wants you to beg for it. He wants it every bit as badly as you do. Every brief meeting of eyes across a crowded inn, every brush against his arm sending shock waves of desire through your loins has finally come down to this - a soiled alley behind a Ironmonger's stall on a deserted dock in the middle of the night. The sounds of the inn fade away as you lose yourself in him, the ocean lapping endlessly away at the wharf turns silent, the seconds slowing, melting away as your lips move in complete synchronization, his tongue... urgent, desperate, plunges and wraps around yours in a slippery ballet. It's perfect... it's too gentle.

harder...faster

His hands are on your chest, pushing you away from him... they're on your shoulders, forcing you down to your knees... they're in your hair, giving you no room to breathe as he's grinding against your face. You feel it. Up against your cheek, up against your swollen lips just one taste

With one hand holding your head back, he slaps you. Rocking you back onto your heels, the bitter, rusted taste of blood blossoming over your tongue, sliding down your throat and as you look back up at him, he knows. You're nothing but transparent... he sees it in your eyes, the silent pleading... how you grip the sides of his hips, begging to feel his hard cock up inside against you. He likes it. You're nothing but a toy. He'll tear you apart. And you love it.

Get up.

You do.

His hand is around your neck as he spins you around, slamming you into the back wall of the shop... your cheek pressed into the rough how you like it grain of the wood, his arm wrapping around your waist, forcing the breath out of you as he grabs your cock through your pants. The pain... the blessed pain... all the hate you feel, all the degradation, all the... fuck me now Nothing matters anymore. Nothing matters but the feel of his cock up against your ass. He's not meaning to tease you yet but it's working all the same. 

He yanks your pants down over your hips, seams tearing, the air cooling your blistering skin... everything is on fire and all you want, all you need fuck me now is him. His teeth press into your shoulder... almost as if he's diverting making you feel more the pain as he forces his finger up inside you. it's not enough You gasp, eyes tightly closed against the pain oh god it's not enough your teeth tearing into your bottom lip as he's working you, first one finger... then two... jamming them in and out, curling them up inside you fuck me it's not enough

You want it don't you?

You do.

He forces your cheeks apart, and steadies you against the wall by placing his hand between your shoulder blades, your cock rubbing up against the wood, it's too much not enough and then everything disappears. Everything stops. Nothing matters anymore. You don't know who you are. You don't care. It's him. The feel of his massive cock inside you... filling you... you hate yourself, you hate him, you can't help the groan... you can't stop yourself from digging your nails into the wood, you can't stop yourself from begging for it. Every moment he pulls out of you is like an eternity, an ache that he'll tear you apart makes every need seem inconsequential. This is what matters. His breath against your neck, his tongue running along your shoulder, his hands around your hips, forcing you back onto him. This is what you need.

You knew you wanted this.

Scream for me.

You do.

His hand is pressing your face into the wall, clenching as he finally spends himself with one brutal last thrust it's not enough and you sag... the pressure of it all, the ache you've had for so long... it's done. The void he'll tear you apart is staggering. You want him over and over again. You turn around to look at him, lips begging for a kiss, some kind of ending, some kind of closure... some kind of reassurance. You get nothing but the view of the back of his head as he's walking away. You get nothing but the sound of his belt being reattached. You get nothing but the scent of him on your skin. 

You're nothing but a toy.



Nothing but a Tuesday Night



She simply was the most sexually exciting woman he had ever known. Lying in bed, pretending to watch television, he was really watching her blow dry her hair. She was tall with classic curves. His parents had raised him on the movies of the 50's and 60's. He was convinced that he just happened to hit puberty on the same day his father had run Dr. No on the VCR because there was nothing that was more appealing to him than a tall blonde, with real hips and large breasts. His wife scored on all points.

With her back to him in front of the vanity she swayed back and forth. He watched her ass as she shifted the weight from one leg to the other. Thinking about touching it, holding it, nibbling at the curves of her hips he started to grow hard. 

Putting the dryer down, she wandered from the vanity into the bedroom. Her breasts were full and round. She would pick at herself and complain about how they drooped, or her belly, but watching her move naked through the dark room, lit only by a small lamp on the far nightstand, she was as alluring as any woman could be. She sat on the floor, just within his view and began lotioning her long lean legs. He watched as she massaged the scented lotion into her skin. She wasn't trying to be alluring, probably didn't even know he was paying attention but as she moved up her hips, over her belly, and then onto and around her tits, he reached under the sheets to adjust his cock, fully hard in his shorts.

She made small talk. She asked about something going on the next day. It was moments like these when she might accuse him of not listening to her. It wasn't that he wasn't listening. It wasn't that he didn't care what she had to say. He was simply pre-occupied. The idea of her flesh against him, her nipples in his mouth, his cock pressed against her leg as he kissed and licked at her precluded thoughts of any other matter, trivial or not.

She came to bed next to him. Her long blonde hair draped across the pillow. Her breasts lay full on her chest and he reached a hand over to her. As he moved his fingers over her soft nipple she purred. He massaged it between his finger and thumb, rolling it delicately as it grew firm to his touch. Satisfied with one he moved to the other. 

She was the type to be somewhat submissive in bed. The song that describes the singer's lover as a wonderland always came to mind. He rolled over to her and nibbled at her neck and chest. He laid his body over her leg and she parted her thighs slightly. He moved his hand over her nipple again and down her side and her hip. Running his fingers over her belly he moved to the warmth between her legs. Touching her she parted more for him.

Familiarity may breed contempt among those locked in jail cells or office cubicles but with a lover it only allows you please them and satisfy them more each time. 14 years of exploring her body meant only that his fingers knew where to go, how to touch her. As his fingers danced about her, opening her, exploring her, his lips and mouth enclosed on her firm nipple. Pinching it slightly between his teeth and tongue she gasp just barely, her knees bending, his fingers finding the small fold that was her clit.

In small circles he worked to open her pussy for him. He teased at her nipple. Taking it firmly at times, and then releasing it to flick it quickly. The muscled of her stomach clenched and he knew he was close to the first one.

He had a plan. It may have been more of a routine but he knew it worked. He liked to start with his fingers. Rubbing and tickling and prodding that first orgasm out of her. He felt for the movements of her body and legs to know when he was close and only then did he focus down, small circles around her clit, a slight pinch, and then pressing, just delicately until she moaned. She came with her tit in his mouth. 

Onto his knees he moved. Better access to both of her raised nipples. She lay motionless, a play toy for his amusement. He worked the other nipple briefly in his mouth. Just a bit harder he pressed his teeth to the firm rise. He moved with more intent now. Not quite as gently and pressed her legs open. His mouth moved down her body, he teased at her navel, grazing it lightly with his tongue before descending on her, kissing the soft smooth flesh of her shaved mound. Her pussy was his now, with his mouth and teeth he pulled her open. His fingers played at her lips until he could slip his tongue into her. He teased lightly at first, running in and over and around her open pink flesh before inserting. He ran is tongue in and out of her wet hole. He moved in longer motions. Her body moved above him. He could look up and see the large swell of her glorious tits. She held her hands over her head. She gave her body to his mercy. She wasn't smiling any longer. The look on her face was the pained sexual look. It drove him to take her further, make her cum again.

Taking each thigh in a hand he spread her, raising her hips. Her ass and pussy were spread open to his tongue, he licked at the full surface of her. He teased her ass with the tip of his tongue. He wanted it wet. He licked at the slick juices of her pussy. This was all preface, as she moaned again he took her clit with his tongue.

Small movements -- up and down. Small circles. It was the repetition. He sought that one movement that would do it today. He pressed more firmly at her clit until she was cumming again. He pressed his tongue into and around her. He brought it out of her. She was cuming again. This one just slightly more than the last, he wanted more.

He released her legs. The collapsed around his head and pressing his face into her he reached around her hips to her tits. He took one in each hand. She was his toy now, and the game was her orgasms. He wanted her to come harder. To come louder. He pinched her nipples. He knew better each time how. Firmly he took them between a thumb and finger and as his tongue worked over her clitty he pinched them hard, just at the tip. "Yeah!" he moaned. 

He sucked at her. She was close again and he held tight to her tits, fucking her hole with his face. He shook his whole head, working her clit hard with his tongue until she was arching her back. He shook her tits by her nipples. "Come for me." He barked at her and as he tongue fucked her she did. Her legs rose briefly as it hit her, and then relaxed back onto the bed. He was close to done but not quite. That was the game, make her cum so hard she had to pull away from him rolling across the bed to escape his attack on her pussy. 

He never knew going in how much she could take. What would finally do her in, but he was always pleased when she made it this far. He adjusted on the bed. He released her tits. He needed his fingers. 

He licked at her whole pussy for a minute. It was a process. He needed her wet. She was still coming down from the last one. When finally, he had her hole slick enough for his fingers, he began to work on her again. He teased her again with his tongue, small strokes on her clit. He worked his smallest finger into her easily. He felt the inside of her wet and ready. She needed to be fucked. He was close, but one more. He knew he could get one more. 

With his smallest finger slick and wet he teased at her clit faster. He needed her relaxed. He licked at her waiting until... There it was. The first moan, and with that, two fingers slipped into her wet pussy. She was so tight, two fingers were more than enough to fill her and she moaned harder. He fucked her slowly at first but as her breathing increased, as his tongue worked more quickly on her pussy, he picked up the pace. "Now!" he thought, breaking loose of her clitty he took his fingers into his mouth, tasting her and preparing them to enter her. Slow circles on her clit as the index slid easily into her pussy. Slowly he pulled it out. Two this time. He pussy swallowed both and he licked her clit just as a reward. Slowly, he pressed them back in, this time adding the third. His ass puckered when he touched it but as he licked her clit it opened for him and he slipped all the fingers deep into her. 

Slowly... licking, moving the fingers in and out of her. Slowly again... His tongue pressing harder. Slowly.... She moaned again. His cock pulsed; he was close to coming on his own. Slowly.... She moaned louder...

Now! He pressed his fingers fully into her. His hand folded against her wet hole he pressed them as deep as she could take them. "Yeah... take it baby." He mumbled into her hole. His own hips were moving now as he fucked both her holes. She moaned louder. She spread her legs for him and he fucked her. Yeah, he fucked that tight ass, that tight pussy and devoured her clit. He wanted that last one. She moaned and now grabbed her own nipples. His hand slapped against her ass as she took him as deep as she could. Fully opened to him it was hitting her. Her pussy and ass clamped down on her fingers as her body writhed. His size kept her in place as she tugged and pulled away, crying into a pillow with the wash of her hardest orgasm yet. She moaned again, he fucked her, she cried out, he fucked her. Her body shook, he fucked her, sucking her clit and using her body. He was there. She pressed her legs closed, rolling to her side.

She was done but he wasn't. 

His cock had waited patiently and now, rolling her onto her knees he lifted her ass and climbed up the bed until his cock was at her pussy. As he entered her, he felt her pussy still cuming. No slow strokes this time, he was close himself and plunged his cock into her. He didn't know if she was still coming from the last one or working on the next bet he didn't care. This one was for him and shafted her wet cunt with every inch of his dick. Hard and fast, he hit it. He slapped her ass and felt himself there. Deeper he thrust into her until he came. A great explosion that seemed to shoot from his legs, down his chest, through his ass and out his cock, filling her tight, wet hole. He felt the slickness of his cum in her and used it slide is cock into her more. It was hot and wet and dripping. He was done but wasn't ready to leave. Panting, he kept himself inside of her. He pulled at her hips, pulling her ass back toward him. His balls hurt from slapping against her but he fucked on. Could he get a second? She moaned again. He felt her tight hole pressing down on him and he felt the telltale sign he was going to get another. Furiously he kept at it, sweating now from the pace of his exertions. He had to get it. She was telling him now. "Come in me. Do it" and he thrust harder. 

"Tell me you want it!" He ordered.

"Yeah... Come in me."

"Ask for it." He begged her.

"Oh yeah, Fuck me. Fuck me hard." And just saying it was enough as he pulsed, Shooting a second load into her. Filling her till it dripped from her. He slapped her ass again, pulling out he looked down on the perfectly round shape of her and took a playful bite. Collapsing onto the bed next to her, he gasped for air. Damn, he did need to get in better shape.

"Good?" she asked him...

"Yeah..." panting "good..." breathing, "you?"

"Yeah..." she said, rolling next to him. "Good!" 



Nothing But Stars



The first thing he remembered -- after the worst of it was over -- were the stars. Looking to the heavens, incandescent bodies glimmered and winked at him from a lush canvas of indigo: bejeweled timekeepers, watchers of the universe, billions of light years away. Oh my God, he thought, his eyes overflowing with the splendor of diamonds and sapphires suspended in space. They’re beautiful. 

Nothing but stars, so many of them, infinite and eternal. Dazzling gems spilled upon velvet, blushing flirts, seducing him from celestial thrones. If only he could touch one, feel it in his hand, share in its luminosity. He reached for one in particular, a great and pulsating jewel, just to see if he could. Movement was not difficult, just…awkward. He could feel gravity’s weight but it acted upon him as if from every direction possible: drawing his hand to where he wanted it to go yet still trying to hold it in place. Beautiful, he thought once again, reaching for something he was not yet prepared to touch.

An elusive stillness surrounded him, not real silence but rather a low, rushing pulse: a heartbeat; a sound he imagined the unborn hear within their mother’s womb. It was the sound of sanctuary. He could not recall how he had found his way into such a surreal and tranquil setting and at that moment, he did not care. He believed he had lost consciousness -- was quite sure of it in fact -- and was now just coming to, lost somewhere between awareness and circumstance.

His efforts to grasp the heavens continued and for one splendid moment he swore he had actually touched the star he sought: not that he had reached it really, but more like it had reached him. 

This novel world, this marvelous environment beckoned but for one instant when he afforded himself a single distraction: a different sort of light, one that was artificial and unnatural. The night sky began to flicker in reds and blues and in turning his attention his ears were filled with something other than the satisfying whoosh he found so comforting. Unrecognizable and unpleasant, these intrusive sights and sounds rudely drew his attention even further away from the wondrous ambiance above him and back down to the lonely frozen earth on which he lay.

The ground was icy cold though he was far too numb to recognize it. As reality domesticated his senses the stars above him began to lose their magic and suddenly they were nothing more than the cold distant bodies he would too easily ignore on any other night. The light of his own world filled his bleary eyes and as he focused them downward the shadows yielded and his vision began to clear. He did not like what he saw.

Before him he could barely make out a gapping fissure of twisted metal: torn and fractured beams of steel snarling and lashing out at him like some dreadful monster. Behind this disarray the red and blue lights -- the monsters terrible eyes -- grew larger and more sinister in rhythmic, orchestrated winks. As the radiance of colored light intensified, so too did that awful noise. Wailing and screaming, jarring his senses further into focus, he slowly recognized the morose cry of approaching emergency vehicles.

Orientation suddenly felt crucial. His eyes darted wildly about, anxiously scanning the remainder of his surroundings. The ground was powdered lightly with a fresh dusting of snow and he seemed to be in some sort of depression. Shallow walls of earth encompassed him and in one paralyzing thought he imagined he might be entombed. 

Stricken with terror, unable to obey his brain’s demand to rise and scramble from his supposed grave, he returned his attention to the mangled catastrophe above him and with clearing eyes and mind, he forced himself, for his own sanities sake, to acknowledge that it was not a monster at all but rather a roadside guardrail (or a former one at that) eviscerated violently by something large; but what, he could not tell. Faculties gathering but still awash with fear, he began to identify from above him the droning engines of heavy equipment, voices and shouts and the intermittent squawking of police radios. The lights behind the wounded guardrail were quite intense now casting long menacing shadows into his new and frightening world. 

But it was what he could not see, nor remember, that was far more terrifying.

On the highway above him, passed the broken guardrail and beyond his view, emergency personnel had begun arriving upon the most horrific display of carnage any one of them had ever had the misfortune of bearing witness to: nineteen passenger vehicles, six tractor trailers and one petroleum truck, sprawled across the frozen highway in a chaotic mess of metal, rubber, glass and flame. Amid the wreckage lay fifty-three souls: some still living, most already dead. 

In the mayhem, not one responder had thought to investigate the shattered guardrail or what lay in the embankment beneath. Down there, a man had begun calling franticly for help from what he now mercifully realized was not a grave at all but simply a shallow trench.

“Help me! Please!” he cried from his lonely ditch, his would be tomb. “Can anybody hear me?” But they could not. How could they; he could barely hear himself.

For the first time since trying to reach for the star, he attempted to move, his body feeling as if it were frozen to the frigid earth. Cautiously, he peeled his body from the icy ground, a snake shedding its dead skin, and pushed himself upward. Crawling from the snowy ditch felt clumsy and odd, like a baby taking its first lumbering steps. To his amazement he felt no pain (he in fact felt nothing at all). Assessing his body he appeared, to himself at least, to be uninjured. 

So, this is what shock feels like, he thought, actually welcoming the numbness, all the while fearing that at any moment his faculties would return, racking his body and mind with the intolerable pain presently being overridden by the graciousness of fight or flight.

He glanced up the embankment and through that gaping hole in the guardrail, spilling over with lights and noise. Instinct told him that, despite his better judgment, that was where he must go if he was to free himself of this precarious situation -- whatever this situation actually was. With bones of rubber and joints overflowing with glue he began an ungainly yet careful ascension of the steep and rocky gradient, working steadily (and in slow motion) towards the guardrails gnarly wound. Something big sure broke through that all right, he thought. Something big indeed. Something like a… 

…a car.

Where is my car? He suddenly considered that he might have been driving before all this happened. Where was I going? That did not seem important but he was almost sure that he had been driving. And singing. Yes, he had been singing as well; out loud to the radio, he was definitely sure of that. Singing real loud, the way you do when you’re all alone in the car and no one is around to make fun except maybe that guy in the car next to you but who cares what he thinks. No one is around to make fun of you except that guy and…

…and who? 

Was I alone?

He paused. Something was missing. Someone was missing.

For the first time since this absurd situation had begun he turned to look in the one direction he hadn’t: behind him. Looking behind him was like looking into the past. And why was the past (especially the recent past) something he feared deeply?

He closed his eyes making the 180-degree turn and opened them warily only when facing squarely down the embankment. Resting at the bottom like some dead solider was the traumatized remains of a four-door sedan -- his four-door sedan. Barely recognizable, it lay on its side: lifeless, passenger side up, propped against a splintered tree. The windows were little more than a tangled spider web of busted glass; every visible inch of metal was either dented, punctured or ripped clean from the automobiles broken bones. 

He held a tremulous hand over a tremulous mouth, agape with shock, wondering by what grace of God had he been spared from such a catastrophe. Surely no one could have walked away from such a disaster; but here he was, living proof. Once more he scrutinized his body. Inexplicably he seemed completely uninjured. His hand returned to his mouth as the sight of the corpse that was once his car flooded his mind with cruel and painful memory. 

He had been driving and it was cold. It had rained lightly most of the day but the setting sun had cooled things down considerably, glazing the roadways with a frosty varnish. The steady drizzle had turned to pale flurries that blew lazily from his windshield, his wipers no longer necessary to keep his line of vision clear. He drove cautiously; the radio had warned of black ice.

He was driving because he had to drop something off. Normally he would never think of driving the thruway on a Friday evening (it is Friday, isn’t it?), but he was heading southbound which was nothing compared to the rush hour miseries of the northbound lanes. If he had been driving south than that could only mean one thing: he was going to his mother’s. What other reason is there for diving southbound on a Friday, he thought. Once more the traffic report warned of ice. He switched off the news and tuned to some music. He began to sing. 

It was then that he saw the first fireball. Ablaze with fury, it illuminated the twilight sky in a massive orange sphere. The car was swamped with brilliant color and he was nearly blinded by the dazzling glow. A second fireball followed before the first was even extinguished, this one smaller although just as intense and enraged.

He instinctively slammed the brake pedal but his tires refused to grip the icy road. In the dying glow of the second explosion -- just as his brain was beginning to comprehend what was actually happening -- he witnessed before him a violent chain reaction of cars and trucks smashing into one another like some fair ground amusement gone disastrously awry.

With the final flicker of the second fireball all went black. Blinded, his scorched eyes unable to readjust quick enough, he felt the vehicle persist forward regardless of how fiercely he pumped the failing brakes. He turned the steering wheel hard to the right, choosing to take his chances towards the shoulder rather than follow the terrifying path his car, still full of vicious momentum, was currently taking. His vision began to clear and the last thing he recalled seeing before all would grow dark once again was the metal guardrail growing nearer in his headlights and then quiet blackness as his car smashed through at 60 miles per hour and was tossed airborne. 

He heard nothing except the cheerful song still playing on the radio. It suddenly occurred to him, in an amusing sort of way, that he had never stopped singing. His car was in mid air, moments from slamming headfirst and rolling violently down a snowy embankment; in the brutal descent to follow the drivers side door would be ripped clean off its hinges, his unbelted body thrown from the tumbling wreck only to land in a shallow ditch and through it all, he continued to sing.

He always sang when he drove. He had such a terrible voice but the car was his private amphitheatre, a place where he could belt out his favorites without fear of mockery or ridicule. He shared this secret with no one, no one except…

Oh God, this was going to be bad. So very bad, but he had to remember.

Who was the only person in the world he was brave enough to sing in front of? Who had been his private audience that evening? Who loved him so much as to never judge and whom did he love back just as much to be set free from all his fears? 

Jenny, he remembered in a moment of sudden horror. The realization was as disturbing as it was painful. Where is Jenny? 

The man who could not even remember his own name rushed to what was left of his car in a frenzied descent and began searching frantically for the little girl whose name he could never forget, the little girl he had named himself: his daughter. He moved with great haste but the sensation that he existed in a world of slow motion persisted. He fumbled ineptly through the wreckage feeling weak and ineffective, unable to move even the smallest piece of his cars scattered remains. Within the debris the only thing he found were more missing pieces of agonizing memory.

His wife had reminded him to be careful as they left and he assured her he would. The ground was already slick under their feet as he and Jenny walked vigilantly down their freezing driveway. Jenny was anxious to get to her Grandmas; it was Friday evening and she was spending the weekend there because he and his wife were leaving early Saturday morning for an out of town wedding. 

“Sing a song Daddy,” the excited five year old pleaded over the traffic report as they headed southbound towards his mothers, twelve miles down the thruway. “Please…”

How could he refuse her? She was his only child, the light of his life, the one person with whom he truly understood the concept of love. He tuned to a music station and began singing aloud to the first song he came to: Neil Diamond’s “Cracklin’ Rose.”

Jenny giggled and clucked from her child seat, old enough to sit in a booster like a “big girl” but small enough to still use the larger more protective seat; for safety sake. He performed joyfully for his admiring audience of one while watchfully maintaining his attention on the freezing highway.

The fuel truck passed him on the left less than a minute before it all started and he noted between verses of “Cracklin’ Rose” just how inappropriately fast it had been traveling in such icy conditions.

“Jenny!” he screamed, finally finding the small girl secured in her safety harness, still strapped into the back seat of his ruined car. She did not respond. Through the broken glass it was impossible to tell if she was even breathing. He pulled at the handle but the door would not budge. He pounded his fists on the shattered glass; it barely buckled. His body felt so incredibly weak.

“Honey, its daddy!” he shouted through tears and sobs. “Open your eyes Jenny…please!” But she did not.

He turned towards the embankment and up to the break in the guardrail. Lights of every sort now beamed and flashed from behind the gap: emergency strobes, floodlights, the amber shimmer of open flame. “Somebody,” he shouted with all the strength he could. “Please help me!”

Nothing. 

He turned back to the vehicle. Like the crazed man he was he clawed at the door madly, beat the glass with all he had and kicked at the demolished quarter panel all to no avail. He cursed and screamed and wailed and when he could finally give no more he collapsed to the ground. With one final and breathless plea he cried, “Oh God, somebody! Please help me!”

Then all went silent.

She appeared at the top of the embankment as if from nowhere at all: a woman, young and fair, dressed in lavender. Though her face should have been shrouded by shadow he could see her clearly as if illuminated by a light of her own making. She navigated the rocky slope with ease and grace and was standing before him as quickly as she had appeared.

Her long hair, adorned with babies’ breath and lace, was a dramatic shade of golden honey. It blew behind her in a breeze that could not be felt and shimmered from a light that could not be seen. Her amber eyes were comforting and serene; they sparkled with white flame: brilliant, like…a star. Her complexion was fine porcelain, delicate features united in simplistic beauty. Her gentle face was timeless, like those immortalized by the greatest of the renaissance artists.

“Will you help me?” he appealed in a whisper of beseech that only she could hear.

She closed her eyes and nodded gracefully. Her entire being radiated benevolence and poise. Placing her hands on the cars battered rear door the woman with hair of gold lifted the handle; it gave way and released with total ease. He watched in amazement as she labored effortlessly doing what he had found to be impossible. She went about her work with a peaceful equanimity as she reached into the vehicle and gently removed the child. Her frail body was flaccid as the woman in lavender carried her from the wreckage in an affectionate embrace and placed her in a small grassy area untouched by snow.

“Oh my God,” he howled at the sight of his daughter’s fragile body. “She’s not breathing.” 

The woman did not seem to hear him and maintained her full attention on the child. Though terribly frightened he was able to find some calm in the woman’s tender composure. With loving hands the woman in lavender brushed curly locks of brunette hair from the little one’s cherub face and for the first time he could see how pale his only child actually was. “Oh my God…” he repeated.

Working quickly, the woman whom seemed to appear out of thin air leaned over and softly pressed her rose petal lips against the child’s. With one single kiss he watched in bewilderment as the color of life, a wonderful fleshy pink returned to his little girls body. Jenny coughed weakly but her eyes remained closed. The man fell to his knees wanting to take his young daughter into his trembling arms and feel her soft body in his paternal embrace but the woman turned and stopped him. 

“What are you doing?” he protested as the woman in lavender, without effort, lifted him to his feet and turned him towards the embankment. Her eyes remained calm and reassuring. In her touch he could feel a familiar warmth. She turned her attention to the embankment and beyond the guardrail. For the first time she spoke, directing her words along the path of her gaze.

“Help her.”

Her voice was placid yet effective. He did more than hear her words; he saw them, felt them. What began as simply a whisper amplified. He both listened and watched as her voice climbed the embankment as a tangible object and disappeared beyond the guardrail.

Together they waited in watchful silence.

At first it was one, then finally, two: silhouettes of men in uniform, appearing within the break in the guardrail, carving the night with powerful flashlights, their beams scanning the area in a ballet of light before finally focusing in on the small girl in the grassy clearing. They called for a third and began scaling the embankment to rescue the little victim. Their descent was treacherous. Loose stone and soil gave way in bulky chunks hampering their efforts to safely navigate the decline. 

Unseen by the rescuers, a woman in lavender with babies’ breath woven into her golden hair guided their way with a silent prayer. All three reached the bottom unharmed. Upon reaching the girl, they began tending to her immediately. 

Once more the man sought to move closer to his daughter but again the woman restrained him. “Let them help her.” Her words were soothing and when she took his arm in hers he complied, feeling her console flow into him through their joined bodies.

The child coughed once more, a bit stronger this time, as the emergency workers tended to her. One rescuer barked requests for further assistance into a two-way radio, the others listened with stethoscopes and examined with penlights.

“Daddy!” the little girl suddenly cried in a distressed and unsteady voice. “Where’s my daddy?”

“Oh, Jenny,” reaching out to her, “daddy’s right…” But the woman in lavender only tightened her grip.

“Let them help her,” she restated gently. Again, he complied.

One of the emergency workers ran to the car and began examining the interior with his flashlight. “There’s no one in the vehicle, Sarge!” he shouted from the twisted wreck.

“Check the perimeter!” another hollered back. “There had to be a driver!”




Nothing But Stars



Unable to restrain himself any longer, the man attempted to yell out but suddenly he could no longer speak. His lips moved wildly without any words coming out. His ears were inundated by a white noise and all other sounds evaporated around him. All he wanted to do was hold Jenny but the world became a reverie of slow motion and smog as he struggled in vain to break free from the woman’s ever-increasing hold. 

He watched helplessly as the rescuer with the flashlight searched the area, approaching the ditch in which he once lay. His vision was very hazy now, raw and shadowy like old stock movie footage. His hearing entirely dulled, he heard nothing as the rescuer, a medic, yelled to his partner before jumping into the shallow trench. He felt himself being drawn to the dreamlike scenario, wanting to know what the medic had found, needing to see what he had left behind in the snowy ditch that was causing such a commotion. The woman in lavender permitted this without protest.

Together they approached the lonesome trench and watched unnoticed as the medic worked hopelessly on a blue and broken body. When his partner finally arrived the medic told him not to bother. “This one is gone,” were his exact words. 

The medics rejoined the third rescuer, a firefighter, who was still attending to the child. Neither had noticed the man and women who had kept a solemn vigil over their efforts. Beside the ditch, in order to mark the area, they had left a glowing flare. 

Through the fog and vapor that was now his vision, the man recognized the cold lifeless eyes of the body lying in the base of the ditch. Cloudy and frozen, they reflected the glow of crimson flare while bearing no sparkle of their own.

No longer concerned with the matter in the trench the man returned his attention to the little girl, now wrapped in blankets, an oxygen mask snug to her tiny face. From her pale lips he watched warm wonderful breath create misty bellows around the mask and into the frosty air. The sight of her breathing brought him great comfort. 

For one last time the man stood over his daughter, the only person in the world he had ever truly loved. With whatever voice he had left he spoke quiet and deliberately.

“I love you, Jenny.”

Though her lips barely moved he could hear her as clearly as he had ever heard any words in his entire short life.

“I love you too, Daddy.”

Years from now, healthy and physically recovered from this tragic evening, Jenny will remember this moment in a dream that will awaken her gently with a warm breeze and the sensation of soft lips against her own.

The two medics carefully placed her in a caged harness while the firefighter waited with a hooked cable that had been lowered down from above the embankment. Securing the final strap, one of the medics noticed a small piece of babies’ breath entwined in the child’s hair.

Watching, the man felt a tear run down his check but when he lifted a hand to his eyes, he found them dry. The woman in lavender came from behind and resumed her embrace. He knew without being told that it was time to go. He blew his daughter one final kiss and turned to his new companion offering a poignant smile which she affectionately returned. 

Together they scaled the steep incline without exertion and he was not at all surprised to find a small assemblage awaiting them upon reaching the top. Joined by the others and with the embankment now far behind, they continued their effortless ascension, the world he once knew vanishing in their wake. The indigo sky welcomed him and as the threshold was crossed all he could see, as far as his eyes could wander and wide as his mind would roam, were nothing but stars.



Nothing But Talk, Talk, Talk



[This is a bit of an experiment. I wanted to see if I could write a story using only dialogue. The rest is up to your imagination...] 

Good morning, daddy!

Wake up, sleepy head!

What...?

Morning!

Uh... what time is it?

8 o'clock.

Time you were awake.

Oh no, I should be up. It's late.

It's Sunday, daddy.

You don't have to get up at all if you don't want to.

Thank goodness for that.

And we've brought you breakfast in bed.

Toast, coffee and a boiled egg...

...just the way you like it.

What's brought all this on?

Happy birthday, daddy.

Or have you forgotten that as well?

I had, actually. When you reach my age you forget lots of things.

Poor old daddy, finally reached the ripe old age of 40.

Not long for this world. 

You'd better enjoy your breakfast, it may be your last.

Cheeky.

Sit up then. We'll put the tray on your lap.

I must say this looks good. Linen napkin too – have I woken up in a five-star hotel?

Enough with the sarcasm. Just enjoy it.

Mmm... this egg looks perfect. What are you doing?

Getting into bed with you.

It's cold out here.

We don't want to get up yet either.

We want to cuddle up like we used to.

You're getting a bit old for morning cuddles, aren't you?

We're only 19. That's not too old.

Besides, you're not too old for cuddles and you're 40.

Thanks for reminding me. All right, as long as you don't pinch my toast. I said, don't pinch my toast.

Oh, it was only a little bite, daddy.

Huh...

How's the coffee?

Lovely.

Good.

We want you to enjoy your special day.

Well, if it goes on like this I'm sure I shall.... I suppose the kitchen looks as if a bomb has hit it...

Not at all.

Certainly not.

Ow! I was joking. I was joking.

Don't be mean.

We were very tidy.

Just like your bedrooms...

Daddy!

Alright, alright, I won't say another word.

Just finish your breakfast.

And drink your coffee.

I promise.

Good.

Seriously, this is lovely. Such a nice surprise. I don't know what I did to deserve two such wonderful daughters.

Ah, daddy...

For that you deserve a big kiss.

Two big kisses.

Mmm...

Mmm...

Ah, thank you...

We love you, daddy.

You're the best daddy in the whole world.

Careful, you'll have this tray over.

Have you finished?

Every delicious crumb. I suppose now I should get up.

No, don't.

We'll just get rid of this tray...

There.

Now we can all have a lie-in...

And a proper cuddle.

You two are such a bad influence. Oh well, I suppose another ten minutes won't make any difference.

Of course it won't.

It's Sunday.

Mmm... 

Put your arm around me, daddy.

Me too. I want to snuggle.

It's nice resting my head on your shoulder.

All strong and manly.

And playing with the hairs on your chest.

And teasing your nipples.

Stop it, that tickles.

No, I won't. You'll just have to get used to it.

You should wear a T-shirt if you don't want to be tickled.

I would have if I'd known you two were going to leap into bed with me.

Are you sleeping naked, daddy?

Certainly not. What a question.

You used to sleep naked.

When mummy was alive.

Yes, well, that was then.

You both used to sleep naked.

How do you know that?

We used to peek.

Good Lord!

You're not cross, are you?

Of course not. Just surprised. We always thought we were being careful. We had no idea.

We didn't see much.

We were only little.

We didn't know what you were doing anyway.

You did a lot of kissing and cuddling.

We thought it was funny.

But nice.

Then when mummy got sick you didn't sleep naked any more.

You didn't even sleep in the same bed.

We couldn't. She was too sick. We still used to cuddle a lot though.

She was lovely.

She used to cuddle us a lot too.

That was because she loved you.

Do you still miss her, daddy?

It's been a long time. I still think of her every day, of course. It's impossible not to, because you two look so much like her. But it doesn't hurt any more.

Why have you never been out with any other women?

You're really handsome. They must be queueing up.

Ha, not so's you'd notice. I'm too busy working and looking after you two. Besides, no one could measure up to your mother.

That's sweet, daddy.

But don't you...

Miss...

You know...

Sex?

Now how am I supposed to answer that? There are some things I think I should keep to myself.

We're not being nosy, daddy, honestly. It's just...

We worry about you...

Being on your own...

Don't you get lonely?

Here in this huge bed...

All by yourself...

You girls.

What?

Well... It's just something I don't think I should be talking to you about.

Why not?

We're your family.

If you can't talk to us...

Who can you talk to?

It's just... It's difficult... I mean, I still think of you as my little girls.

Well, we're not little girls any more.

You said so yourself.

We're 19 and we're all grown up.

You only have to look at us.

There...

What are you doing? Don't!

Don't be silly, daddy. 

We're only taking off our T-shirts.

We only want you to see how much we've grown up.

I can see. Now put them back on.

Oh daddy, you do look funny.

You've gone all red.

Anyone would think you'd never seen naked tits before.

Not these particular ones, no. And I don't think I should be seeing them now.

We don't mind you seeing them, do we?

Of course not. 

Anyway it's much nicer cuddling like this. 

I can feel your hairy chest.

All nice and warm...

Don't you prefer us cuddling like this?

Yes, but I really think you should put your T-shirts back on.

Oh don't be such a grump. Where's the harm?

We only want to show you we're not little girls any more.

No, I can see that. You're very... grown-up.

That's better. You look so much more handsome when you smile.

For that you can have another birthday kiss. Mmm...

And one from me. Mmm...

Thank you. And now I really think we ought to get up.

Oh no.

Not until you've answered our question.

What question was that?

Don't pretend you've forgotten.

We want to know if you miss sex.

Who'd have daughters? I suppose you're not going to let me get out of this bed until you've squeezed an answer out of me.

We only want you to be honest.

We only want you to be happy.

All right then... I suppose I do miss it. Not all the time. But yes, I miss having a woman to make love to.

Oh, daddy...

We knew it.

Okay, I've admitted it. Can I get up now?

Of course not.

Now we have to talk about it.

We have to decide what we're going to do about it.

I hope you two are not going to do anything about it. I don't want you trying to set me up with every single woman of our acquaintance.

Oh we wouldn't do that.

Besides, we've already had a good look at the likely candidates.

And the fit ones...

Are all married.

And the single ones...

Are all horrible.

Thank goodness for that. Am I free now?

Oh, stop squirming about, daddy. It's your birthday.

You don't have to be anywhere. 

Just enjoy being here with us.

You do like us cuddling like this, don't you?

Of course I do. But I'm not sure I like discussing my sex life – or lack of it.

Well, you must have some sex life.

You must masturbate, at least.

What!?

All men do, don't they?

All our boyfriends do, anyway.

Do they?

They seem to want to jerk themselves off at every opportunity.

Sometimes it seems like it's their favourite form of sex.

No, I think their favourite is when we do it for them.

You're not shocked, are you, daddy?

Er... I don't think so. You are 19, after all. But I am shocked you're telling me. Somehow it's not the kind of thing I ever expected to be chatting about with my daughters.

Oh, we love talking about it.

We talk about the size of their cocks...

How quickly they come...

The ways they like to be jerked off...

Everything.

Right.

We love making them come.

Sometimes we have little competitions...

To see which of us can make their boyfriend come first.

It's such a turn-on watching their expressions.

Is it?

You're really not shocked, daddy?

Tell us honestly.

No... I'm just a bit lost for words. I had no idea... But, as I say, you're 19 so you're old enough to lead your own lives. Just... be careful, that's all.

Mmm...

Mmm...

That's for being such an understanding daddy.

And for being such a sexy daddy.

That's sweet of you, but I don't think so.

Yes you are.

Those sexy eyes...

That hunky jawline...

These strong arms...

This muscly chest...

This hard sixpack...

All right, all right, I believe you.

You're much sexier than our boyfriends.

Much sexier.

You've probably even got a better-looking cock.

Definitely.

Okay, that's enough.

It must be hiding somewhere in these boxers.

It's probably shy.

Stop now.

Ooh, here it is.

No, stop!

Ooh yes, I can feel it.

Oh daddy, it's all hard.

What have you been thinking about?

Have you been thinking about us jerking off our boyfriends?

Okay girls, you've had your fun. Now stop before I get cross.

Oh don't be such a spoilsport.

We only want to see how you compare with our boyfriends.

And judging by the size of it you must be enjoying something.

That's the trouble. That's why you have to stop.

Silly, we don't mind.

It feels nice. Where's the harm?

It seems very big, even under your shorts.

Mm, lovely and big.

It's long enough for both our hands.

Feel the crown – so big and round.

Oo yes, it feels lovely through the cotton.

Your cock feels really big and hard, daddy. Do you like us playing with it?

Yes – so please stop.

Do you play with it too?

What a question. Sometimes.

What do you think of when you're playing with it? 

Do you think of mummy?

Sometimes. Please don't squeeze the crown like that.

Don't you like it?

I like it too much. That's why you mustn't do it.

Do you do that when you play with yourself?

God... Sometimes.

Do you ever think of us?

What kind of question is that? Of course not.

So you don't find us sexy.

That's not the point. You're my daughters.

So what? 

We don't mind if you think about us when you masturbate.

You're our daddy, but we think about you.

We think you're really hot.

Do you? I'm not sure if I should be horrified or flattered.

Flattered, of course. You're a real turn-on.

We come really quickly when we think about you.

We talk about you when we play with each other's pussies.

We try and imagine what your cock looks like when it's hard.

The trouble is we've never seen it when it's in the state it's in now.

I'm relieved to hear that. Please stop stroking it.

I don't think you really want us to stop, do you? 

It's not as if it's getting soft.

If anything it's getting harder. 

Doesn't it feel good?

Of course it does.

Can we take it out?

No!

Just so that we can see it.

Then we wouldn't have to imagine it any more.

Please, daddy.

Please.

If we give you a big kiss. Mmm...

Mmm...

Oh God... Alright – just so you can look.

We might as well get rid of this duvet then.

I'm warm anyway.

There, that's better.

Oo, doesn't it look big?

Even in your shorts.

It does feel nice, daddy, all stiff and long.

Lift your hips a little.

We must be careful the waistband doesn't catch on it.

There it is peeking out.

So red and swollen.

Let's see it all.

Off with these shorts...

There, that's better.

Doesn't it feel good to have your cock in the open air, daddy?

Uh... I guess.

It definitely looks good.

And feels good.

All those veins standing out. 

It's so swollen.

I thought you were just going to look at it.

Oh, don't be mean, daddy.

We have to play with it a little.

It looks as if it wants to be played with, don't you think?

Definitely. Every time we touch it, it gives a little leap.

Especially when we touch it at the top. Look at that.

Please stop...

In a minute, daddy.

We have to examine it thoroughly.

It's not at all like our boyfriends' cocks.

Oh?

It's much bigger for a start.

And darker.

And firmer.

It looks more... used.

More exciting.

Definitely. I'm getting quite turned on.

Me too.

Oh no...

Don't sound so worried, daddy.

We're not going to suddenly leap on you or anything.

It's just lovely lying here resting our heads on your chest.

And watching your cock while we play with it.

I love playing with the slit. Look, I can make it wink. 

I like stroking it up and down. I can hardly get my hand around it.

Oh God...

It's so tall when we stand it up.

We can get both our hands around it.

And move them up and down.

Does that feel good, daddy?

Unngh...

I think that's a yes.

Is it as good as when you do it yourself?

I don't know... I can't think...

How do you turn yourself on, daddy?

What do you think of to make your cock hard?

I bet you watch porn.

I do not!

Be honest. All men watch porn.

There's no point denying it.

Anyway, we know you do.

We've seen it on your computer history.

You shouldn't be looking at my computer. It's private.

It's all right, you don't have to be ashamed.

We like looking at it too.

Do you?

Of course. It turns us on too.

What do you like looking at, daddy?

I bet we can guess.

You like looking at girls sucking each others pussies, don't you?

Okay... sometimes.

We knew it.

Men are so predictable.

Would you like to watch us sucking each others pussies?

While you play with your cock?

I bet that would make you come quicker than watching porn.

It probably would.

What sort of girls do you like?

I bet you like girls with big tits.

I do not. If you must know, I like girls with breasts like yours, not too big, not too small. Just natural.

Good.

We'll let you play with them if you're good.

I think I'm way beyond being good.

Stop sounding so worried, daddy.

We want to do this.

Just enjoy it.

Tell us what you do when you jerk yourself off.

Oo, yes. Then we can do it for you.

Well, if you must know... I like running my fingers around just beneath the crown. It's really sensitive there.

Like this, you mean?

Mmm, just like that.

Would you like us to do it for a while?

It feels lovely there.

So smooth and silky.

Look, it twitches every time.

I think it likes it.

Does this feel better than when you do it yourself?

Mmm...

Do you take all your clothes off when you watch porn, daddy?

Or do you just take your cock out?

We'd love to see you playing with your cock when you're watching porn.

I bet you look really sexy, with your cock all swollen and hard.

Give me your hand, daddy.

Put it on your cock.

There. Does it feel good?

Show us how you do it.

Oo yes, play with it for us.

Oh God...

That's right, put your hand around it, move it up and down.

Oh daddy, you look so sexy pumping your cock.

I can't believe I'm doing this...

Does it feel good playing with your cock in front of us, daddy?

It looks so big in your hand, I love the way the head appears and disappears.

You're doing it very slowly. Does that feel better than doing it fast?

Er... sometimes. Mainly I'm trying not to make myself come.

Oh daddy, why don't you want to?

We want you to come.

It's your birthday. Why shouldn't you?

Do it a bit faster, please, daddy.

We want to watch you enjoying yourself.

Oh God...

That looks so hot. I'm sure it's getting bigger.

Can I play with your balls, please?

Me too.

I love the feel of them.

All soft and heavy.

All full of your lovely hot come.

Mmm, lovely... 

Open your legs a bit wider, daddy.

Then we can feel down here.

Oh yes.

No, please...

Don't you like us playing with your bum?

We're only touching it a little

We just want to tease it a bit.

Doesn't it feel nice?

Please...

Oh daddy, you like it, don't you?

Especially when we press a little harder.

Nngh...

Lick my finger, daddy. Suck it.

Mmm...

That's right, make it nice and slippery.

Oo, are you going to...?

There, doesn't that feel good, daddy? I love tracing my finger around your hole.

Bend your knees, daddy. I want to see her put her finger inside you.

No, please...

Don't pretend you don't want it... 

That's better. You have such a lovely bum, daddy, all tight and firm.

Hold his cheeks apart.

Oh yes.

What a sexy little hole. Just a little tease, then a gentle push...

Oh god...

Does that feel good, daddy?

That looks so sexy, your finger in his hole.

Do you like being finger-fucked, daddy?

Please...

I know, you want me to keep it there until you come. But you mustn't have too much of a good thing.

We want to concentrate on your cock.

I just wanted to see what it would feel like.

We just wanted to see if you liked it.

And now we know you do.

But for now, slowly does it... There.

A big kiss. Mmm...

And one from me. Mmm...

Your cock looks as if it enjoyed that.

Are you still trying to stop yourself coming?

I don't know... I can't think...

Poor daddy.

Maybe we've teased you enough.

Your cock looks as if it's ready to burst.

So hot. I want to play with it now.

We want to make it come.

Just lie back, daddy. We'll do it for you.

Oh it feels so big and hard.

So silky.

I just love pumping it up and down.

Doesn't it feel good having your two girls stroking your cock, daddy?

Nngh...

I bet it feels nicer than doing it yourself.

While you watch porn.

So from now on, no more watching porn by yourself, daddy.

What do you mean?

From now on, whenever you want to make yourself come in front of porn...

... you have to tell us.

Then we can all watch it together.

All those pretty naked girls being fucked...

... and sucking big cocks like yours.

and sucking each other's pussies

and making each other come.

We'll get all hot together...

... and we'll strip naked...

...and get your cock out...

...so that we can play with it...

...while you play with our pussies.

Oh God...

Does that excite you, daddy?

The three of us watching porn together.

Oh God, you're going to make me come...

That's what we want, daddy.

Just let it happen.

We want to see you come.

We want to see your big cock spurt.

Shall we pump it faster?

Like this?

Ah...Ah...

That's it, daddy, move your hips.

Just as if you were fucking our hands.

Oh, it feels so hard.

Come for us, daddy. Please.

Yes, come for us. Do it.

Oh God, I'm coming...

Oh yes, do it, darling daddy.

Ah...Ah...

Oh, it's coming! Look!

Oh God...

Oh it's lovely.

Look at all that come.

Oh there's more...

Don't stop... Please...

Of course we won't, daddy.

It feels so hot, jerking in our hands.

You come such a lot.

Look at it, it's still spurting.

Oh daddy, you look so sexy when you're coming.

It's all over our hands.

And on your tummy.

It's everywhere.

Oh God... Don't stop...

It's still coming out.

Such a lot.

You must have been saving it up for us.

It feels so lovely, all slippery.

We must squeeze out every last drop.

Oh yes.

Nngh...

Do you want us to keep on, daddy?

Please... Slowly...

Such a lovely cock, I don't want to let go anyway.

Me neither.

It still feels big.

Does that feel nice, daddy?

Oh God...

Poor daddy, you look quite exhausted.

But happy.

I think you liked us jerking you off, didn't you, daddy?

Was it a nice surprise?




Nothing But Talk, Talk, Talk



You had such a beautiful hard cock, we had to do something about it.

We couldn't just leave you on your own with it.

So was that my birthday present?

Oh no...

... that was just the beginning.

Now all three of us are going into the bathroom...

... and we're going to have a shower together.

Then we'll come back here...

... and you can watch us suck each other's pussies until we come.

Then you can fuck us.

If you want to.

Would you like that, daddy?



Nothing But the Butt



The following story took place about 8 years ago and it developed into a 6-year sexual relationship between my sister (then 26) and me (then 23).

We had both just returned from a cousin's wedding reception and man, were we buzzed. OK, drunk. 'Jess' had moved out of the house a few years earlier but was staying at the family homestead for the wedding weekend. Our parents had left the reception hours earlier, perhaps a bit tipsy themselves, and were snoozing peacefully in their 2nd floor bedroom as we entered the house laughing hysterically (I had dropped my keys 3x trying to unlock the front door). Luckily for the local pedestrians, the wedding was only 2/3 towns away...

We were 'up' and not ready to quit partying. The bars were closed, most of the other wedding guests had bailed out earlier, but Jess and I were really having a ball--we were always very close and we hadn't seen each other very much since she moved out of the house and out of town years earlier. We were going to make this weekend last. After getting settled inside, Jess went out on the patio to smoke a joint (I don't smoke) and I went into the kitchen to see what we had to drink. Not much booze at my house, usually, but I had a couple of stray beers in the fridge. I turned on the stereo in the living room, keeping the volume low, changed out of my siut and into a bathing siut for a quick swim. I grabbed the beers and headed out to the patio. I took a quick dip; a couple of laps around the pool and I was up, out, and drying off.

Jess was getting stoned. She watched me coming out of the pool and was smiling broadly when I took a spot in a patio chair. She was wearing a short black dress and black nylon stockings. She had left the heels inside the house. Still single and with no current significant other, she was dressed to impress the eligible males at the wedding. And impress she did. The break up with 'Mike' had been bad; she didn't date for almost a year, but she was finally ready to start looking again. The conversation, however, soon returned to the subject of her relationship with Mike. She felt a bit better about her current status, however, because I recently became single myself. We compared notes for a while and she mentioned the time she walked in on Leslie and I while we were in the 69 position.

We laughed hysterically for a bit, trying to keep quiet. Then Jess said 'Mike used to really love that.'

'Love what?' I asked, still laughing.

'Oral sex,' she replied. The pot was good.

A few moments of silence passed, then Jess looked at the smirk on my face. 'What's that smirk for?'

'So did Les...', I said.

More laughter; then, from her, 'so did you, obviously!'

Through my buzz, I was enjoying reaching a new level in me & my sister's relationship. We could talk sex now. It was cool! And...different...interesting...

'Ever do it out here on the patio?' she asked.

'Nope. In mom & dad's bed once.'

'NOW WAY!' she wailed.

'Shhhhhhhhhh!' I urged.

She said 'I don't think I could do it, on mom and dad's bed...'

She paused and looked like she was thinking hard. She bent a leg to scratch an ankle. That's one mini mini-dress, I thought...When she put her leg back down the dress stayed up, high up on her thighs. I could almost see her panties as she sat on the deck railing. Ididn't say a word.

'Ever have anal sex?' she asked.

'Jesus!!' I almost spit my beer all over the ground. Taken off guard and feeling like we may have taken this a bit too far, I was embarrassed and tried to deflected the focus back to her. I stalled and said 'have you?'

Jess looked dead serious. 'No. Mike wasn't interested and I guess neither was I. But It's been so long since I've gotten laid I find myself thinking about it more and more.'

'Anal sex?'

'No, well, yeah, sex in general but... I regret the things I never tried now that I'm alone.'

'Oh, come on. You know you won't be alone forever. Before you know it you'll be having all the anal sex you want,' I joked. And it wouldn't take long before she found another guy. She looked so hot when she wanted to, I thought. Like right now...One of the spaghetti straps on that little black dress had fallen off of her shoulders during that last laugh attack; a fair amount of tit was showing.

'Yeah, joke all you want,' she said, 'but I know you feel the same way I do, now that you and Les aren't fucking. Don't you ever feel like that last blow job might be your last ever?' Hearing my sister say 'fucking', 'blow job' and 'anal sex' was having a surprising effect on me; that, her hiked skirt, the half-exposed boob, and the alcohol was getting me aroused. My cock started to expand in my wet shorts. I didn't think she'd notice; I had checked her out when I was kid, too; I don't think she ever knew. Besides, she was beautiful! What else would any red-blooded man (or drunken little brother) do but sneak a peak for a cheap thrill?

'Hey!! You never answered me! "Ever Have Anal Sex!?" she insisted. Did she think this talk was as much a turn-on as I? Or was she just goofing? Something was going on between us but I wasn't sure what.

'No....never did.' I looked up at Jess and she was looking at directly at my swim trunks; specifically the bulge in front. She did notice! I was drunk; I didn't know how to react. So I didn't. I just stood there and watched her looking at my hard dick through my shorts. Then I said, 'I wanted to, but Leslie didn't.'

'You wanted to?' she said, breaking her stare and meeting my eyes again. I saw no signs of embarassment or shame over the fact that she had just been busted spending a considerable amount of time checking her little brother's rock-hard package. She looked different to me somehow...

'Yeah--I would love to do that. I've seen it in porno and it looks like they all dig it....' I explained. I was bold; throughout that entire sentence I was staring at Jess' black panties, now slightly exposed from her shifting position on the railing. Fair is fair. 'It turns me on to think about it.'

'Are you thinking about it now?' she aked as she returned her gaze to my cock, now harder than ever. She was getting bold, too. My heart started to race.

'Well, talking about all this stuff has got me going a little, yeah.'

'A little?' she smiled that good 'ole sister smile and I knew that whatever was happening here was cool with her. We laughed at my at the scene my hard-on was making and I was really happy that there was no shame in it; this was fun, exciting, and really comfortable at the same time.

I opened a beer. 'I fantasize about it alot' I said.

'When you jerk off?' she said. There; that time I saw it; a slightly sinful look crossed her face when she said that. She was getting off too.

'Yeah--when I jerk off. I wish I was fucking a girl up the ass.' Jess shifted a little on the rail. 'But as many times as I've beat myself off to that fantasy, I still have no idea what it's really like.' She was breathing heavily. Our eyes were locked together. 'I'm dying to know.'

Jess' voice was really low, quiet. Moments passed...'Me too. I wanna know, too. Maybe...maybe sometime...would you want...' She was having a hard time, but I knew what she was trying to say. All the while her eyes were focused on my cock. I decided to help her out.

I stood up and took a step toward her. 'We could try it, right? I mean we know each other and love each other, right? We feel safe with each other---'

She interrupted. 'We could just try that, just that alone...it wouldn't be like we were having sex, or anything...Should we? It's just my butt, it's not my...vagina. Would it be OK? I mean would it be wrong?'

Wrong shmong! I couldn't find a single thing wrong with this. I didn't ever want to do anything to hurt my sister. We were both obviously horny as hell and willing to help each other out of this sexual curiosity thing. In fact it couldn't make more sense!! I told her so and she smiled as she listened. She grabbed a beer and said 'Let me go in and get ready. I'll meet you in your room in 5 minutes. Just anal sex, right?'

I assured her we would just satisfy our mutual curiosity and that was it. 'We're just helping each other out with something, that's all!' She smiled again and hopped down from the rail. Her braless boobs bounced as she hit the patio. She looked at me and nodded her head excitedly. 'We're not going to fuck; we're just kind of trying something out on each other!'

'Exactly! And if one of us doesn't like it, we stop! That's it!' I said. She bopped eagerly into the house and I saw the bathroom light go on.

I had a moment to myself then. I saw this as a wondrous thing: not only was I going to experience anal sex, but I would experience it with my loving, caring sister who just happened to be a complete babe!

I downed another beer and headed into the house. I walked down into the finished basement where my room was, my parents now snoozing 2 floors away. The door was open and my small reading lamp was the only illumination. I thought I could make out my sister sitting on the edge of my bed; as my eyes adjusted, I saw that she was still wearing that black dress. The stockings were gone. The radio was on.

She had it all worked out: 'Okay. Now. Come on over.' It was kind of funny becuase she was really stoned; but things quickly got real. She moved to the center of my bed and bent over on her hands and knees with her butt facing me. She reached around to pull up the dress over her ass to expose her butt to me. My heart was a hammer in my chest. But as I approached the bed and sat down, I saw that my sister still had her panties on--a black thong. 'I'm just gonna pull this over like this so you don't see the other stuff, OK?' She slid a finger under the thong and pulled it over to the side, exposing her little brown asshole and a fair amount of light brown pubes. I slipped off my shorts. She looked back at my fully exposed crotch. 'Ready?'

Well, I'm unhappy to announce that my dick had lay down and died. Maybe it was the beers, maybe I was tired, maybe it was a bit of nervousness at having to perform sexually for the girl who had humiliated me so often as a kid, but it just wasn't happening. I didn't say so, though, and moved over behind her and tried to concentrate. I laid out the shaft over the cheek of her ass, and I heard a gasp. I slid it up and down in between her cheeks and the feeling was exquisite. Jess started panting like a dog. She let out an almost-moan; as I continued sliding my cock up and down the cleft of her cheeks I felt the blood rushing back. Yes! It would be stiff in a minute, but Jess was impatient. To my utter shock and surprise, she wheeled around and said 'This always worked for Mike' and put one hand under my ball sack and the other around the base of my semi-hard dick and pulled the whole package toward her mouth. 'I know you really love this, but try not to get carried away, OK? I'm just helping to get you hard.' In a second, she was giving me head!! My sister was sucking my cock! God, it was good! To hear that familiar slurping noise and look down and see you own sister giving you head is a feeling I could never describe! She moved her head up and down on my stiffening member as she pulled and pushed my groin into her face; the feeling was fantastic. I had imagined that my sister was experienced in sex, but never thought of how good she might be at sucking cock. In my excitement I reached down and tried to slip the straps on her dress down to expose those wonderful boobies, but she relinquished my balls and pushed my hands away, mumbling 'MM-MM! MM-MM!' as she swallowed my dick. She was all buisiness. Don't get greedy, I thought. You're gonna get her ass! Don't blow it!

Cock now rock-hard again, (that was the only time I've ever been GLAD Icouldn't get it up!) Jess spun around again and pulled her thong over. 'OK...do it! Stick it in!' As I slid my dick around the general area and up and down her crack, she pleaded 'C'mon, Tommy! C'mon! Do it! Do it!' I finally got my cockhead poked into the opening, and tried to push it in, but I think Jess was far too wound-up to be reaxed enough to let me in. I pushed really hard and she said 'OW!' I backed right off.

'You're too tense! you have to relax!' I urged. 'Those porn stars have tons of experience; you gotta smoke another joint or something.'

'I don't need any more pot! I need you to put it in my ass! C'mon Tommy! We've come this far! Put it in my ass, please!'

'God, Jess, believe me, I want to, maybe this position isn't right.' I said.

'What other one is there?' she asked. I remembered a position I had seen in porno movies; just like the missionary position but the woman shifts her pelvis a little higher and lifts her legs up to her chest. I described this to Jess and she immediately assumed the position. Her thong immediately became a problem. She couldn't keep it pulled over while using both hands to keep her knees up at her chest.

'Gotta take this off, Jess. Don't worry, no funny stuff. I won't look; I'll turn the lamp off if you want, but you gotta take this off.'

Jess got up from the bed. She was transformed. 'Fuck! It's off!' She quickly stripped off her thong and threw it. 'OK? How's this? Huh?' She was so in need of my dick in her ass I think she lost her mind. Then she pulled the entire dress over her head and threw that too. My big sister--totally nude. I will never forget the first time I saw her naked, hot, and craving my cock. A vision from my most shamefull adolescent fantasies come to life. Her tits were perfect. Her nipples were puffed out and their tips were hard. Her tan lines seemed to glow in the dim orange light. Her chest heaved with her heavy breathing and I could actually smell her wetness in the air. I looked at her pussy and saw how wet she was; her pubes were damp and matted. The insides of her upper thighs glistened. She spoke forcefully: ' OK. Now please let's do it, Tommy. I can't stand it anymore! I need to feel your cock in my ass!' She motioned me over her. Hearing her talk like that was killing me.

She jumped back into bed and got into position. Before I joined her, I opened my dresser drawer and removed a small platic bottle of baby oil that I often used to masturbate with and said 'This might help. too.' I couldn't believe I had not thought of this earlier. I started to open the cap and was about to squeeze some into my hand when Jess said 'No, let me, Tommy. I want to do it. Come here.' I walked back to the bed and handed the bottle to her. My sister then covered my cock in warm, slick lube, stroking up and down just like I did. 'It's bigger than I remember. I hope this works.' She looked at my cock with hungry, anxious eyes. Then she spread some oil around her asshole. As she lay back she said: 'Alright. Now put that big cock of yours up my ass, little brother. Fuck my ass!'

She was on her back with knees up at her chest and I was kneeling at her butthole with my lubricated dick in hand in a split second. I looked down and got a greedy look at her sopping wet pussy, but that was strictly off-limits. After a bit more hit and miss, I found the correct angle of attack. I pushed the tip in. When my cockhead entered her anus, her eyes opened wide. This was it! She looked up at me and said 'Do it, baby brother! Do it! Fuck my asshole! Buttfuck your big sister!' I pushed it in further, then pulled out a bit; in even further, then out a bit. 5/6 strokes later and I was in as far as I could go. I held it there for a while, and looked at Jess, who was pinching and pulling both nipples rapidly with eyes closed. I was feeling a profound lust.. 'How's that big sister? Like my cock up your ass? Huh? Should I fuck your ass with my hard cock? Huh? Tell me to fuck your ass!'

'Oh, God, Tommy, fuck me! Do my asshole, baby!' I started slowly pumping my pecker in and out of her slick, super-tight butt. I looked down and I could see her cunt lips opening and closing with each long stroke of my cock. Her exposed clit was swollen and wet. 'Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! I love it! Do you like it Tommy? Do you like my asshole? Ohhh, your sister loves your big fat dick in her ass, baby brother! It's sooooooo gooooood......' My strokes were increasing in speed and strength as we talked dirty to each other.

'Oh yeah, baby, it's awesome! I love fucking your tight little asshole. Feel your brother's cock, Jess? You like your brother's hard cock fucking your ass?' My cock momentarily popped out of Jess' butthole; she yelped as if injured and I guided it back in. Back inside, I really started ramming her ass. A renewed wave of lust swept over me as I watched my sister reach down with one hand and start massaging her cunt. The moaning coming from her now was intoxicating. The tit that she wasn't molesting was bouncing to and fro with our rythm. I arched down and took the nipple between my teeth and gently bit as I fucked. 'Ohhhhhhhhh, no, Tommy.....' she half-heartedly resisted my nipple play.

Once again, my dick popped out. I was fucking like a machine, however, and didn't miss a stroke; when I stuck it back in it suddenly felt different. It only took a second before I realized that I had just thrust my cock inside my sister's sopping puss. In a micro-second, my mind reeled; I had crossed the line we set, it was an accident, should I stop, will she hate me, it feels fantastic, fuck her silly, she loves it---time just seemed to stop. We were both suddenly completely sober. Now there could be no question. I was fucking my sister.

But then I noticed that her hand had not stopped working her cunt; she was still working away at the top of her pussy mound. 'Oh please...don't worry just fuck me Tommy keep fucking me fuck my pussy fuck my ass fuck my mouth just don't stop please don't stop' she said breathlessly. 'Fuck my wet pussy.' I didn't need to be asked twice. I started pumping her lovely hole. 'Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby.' Her cunt was hotter and wetter than her ass and her ass was FINE. She wrapped her legs around my back and we worked together. She planted a big wet kiss on my lips and we were soon tonguing each other like there was no tomorrow. After a while I pulled out and guided her back into the doggy position. I shoved my prick back into that juicy sister-hole and grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and fucked her from behind. This position elicited an entirely different set of moans and grunts from Jess. She must have repeated my name 100 times; then she had her first violent orgasm. I could feel her juices spreading over my balls and inner thighs. She squirmed up the bed and lowered her stomach down until she was laying flat; I never let go of those cheeks and followed her down fucking all the way. Her beautiful butt was upturned to meet my cock's thrusts; I was pounding her into the mattress and she was trying in vain not to scream. She pushed her face into one of my pillows and shrieked as she came a second time.

I wasn't about to stop fucking my sister yet; I needed to shoot my hot load in her, on her, whatever; but she quickly turned over, removing my cock from her cunt. Apparently her clit just couldn't take anymore of our frantic fucking. 'I know you wanna come, Tom. Let me give you head, just like Leslie did when I walked in on you.' As she spoke, she maneuvered me onto my back. 'You know, that was the first time I ever saw your big hard cock. I thought about it for months; your huge cock and how beautiful it looked and how lucky Leslie was and what it might be like to suck off my own brother while he ate my pussy.' She started masaging my balls and stroking my shaft. I needed to come so badly my entire body ached. 'I thought these thoughts were wrong and felt quilty that I couldn't stop imagining it. But I held on to that memory and tonight proves it was right, right, Tommy? This can't be wrong Tommy! It feels so good...Your cock tastes so good!' And with that, my dick disappeared into her soft and slippery mouth. She blew me like she loved me; and I was never more sure that she did. She was on all fours. I slid my upper body over toward her groin. I reached up with both hands and motioned her to spread her legs. She did and I slid under her pussy as she continued to suck me off. I pulled her butt down towards my face and probed her wet slit with my long tongue. Classic 69. She pulled her head off of my cock and let out a loud 'OhhhhhhYeahhhhhh' as I started to lick my sister's dripping cunt. She gushed as I worked her clit; we each at the same time inserted a finger into the other's anus. As she inhaled my member, I pulled my soaking wet face away from her gash and said, 'Suck that cock, Jess. Your brother loves the way you suck his dick. No one sucks it like you do. Work that finger. Make your brother come! Make me come just like I did when I was a kid beating my meat thinking about my big sister's body!' The more I said, the harder she sucked. Soon, I could no longer concentrate on eating Jess' pussy or fingering her ass. I was going to come bigtime. That was all I could think of. Jess could feel me asshole tightening around her finger; she could feel my balls clenched against my body; it was going to happen. She was ready. I was so loud I was convinced I'd wake up my parents, but I didn't care. I came in a series of giant, hot, wet bursts of thick cum; my sister struggled to swallow every drop of the thick white goo. She almost got it all; some leaked out of the corner of her mouth and onto her lower lip. My ass must have been about 2 feet off the bed when I finally relaxed; I'm surprised I didn't snap Jess' middle finger with my sphincter.




Nothing But the Butt



My sister swallowed hard, wiped the excess from her lips and said 'Nobody could ever tell me there's anything wrong with this, Tommy. I want you again. And again. And again....'

'I've been waiting for this forever, Jess. We can't get much closer than this, can we?'

She closed her eyes, shook her head, smiled and said, 'Maybe I should move back home,' just before she fell into a deep sleep. I wasn't far behind.



Nothing But the Heels



To the reader: This is my first venture into creative erotic writing. This story was originally commissioned by an on-line friend of mine, and my gratitude goes out to her for providing the inspiration and encouragement. Part of her challenge for me was to write the story from the woman's point of view - my friend was happy with the end results, and I hope the female Literotica readers agree... 

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The time and date had been set a few days earlier. Now, on the day of the meeting, you are wondering if this was what you really want. Hooking up with a complete stranger is not totally out of character for you, but not really someone whom you've gotten to know pretty well as a paerson by e-mail and text first. Buy hey, what do you have to loose, and more importantly, what do you stand to gain. 

Preparations for the evening begin; the hot, soapy bath washes away any lingering doubts, paving the way for the excitement that has been building for months. You dress with care, choosing lingerie that you know will emphasize your chest and soft curves. After some hesitation, you decide not to put on the stockings even though you know he loves that – after all, no point in giving in to all of his cravings the first time...

You pause as the unknown races through your mind. Who is the mystical online interest that one day out of nowhere wrote you a story? You know so little, yet so much. You have extensively explored your sexual desires, fantasies and experiences. You know his favorite positions, his intimate fantasies, and he told you the details about his one-night stand in a hotel room with a French woman, that was allegedly the best sex he ever had. But you know little about the man, the person, behind the sexually charged on-line persona. 

Whatever happens happens, you think to yourself. Curiosity and desire has driven you to this point, and you can no longer control the tingling excitement in your stomach and below. 

You quicken your pace as you realize time is slipping away. You rush through your closet, having known for weeks the outfit to wear – the one that would leave a lasting, wanting-more impression. A thin blouse, through which the lace underneath shines through in the right angles, and a black skirt that nicely outlines the curves of your hips. His love for legs and shapely butts having been clearly established early on, you dress to emphasize, to impress and to succeed. Finally, as the coup de grace, the four inch heels, which, if real world meets fantasy, will be the only thing you are still wearing in few hours from now.

You take a final look in the mirror – good enough to eat, you confirm. You smile to yourself...hopefully he will agree and sample the offerings. Ready or not, this is it! 

You have decided on a restaurant downtown in the business district, known for its impressive cuisine and low-lit intimate and quiet atmosphere. He is already waiting by the door, a big smile on his face that is not quite able to cover his nervousness. "Hello stranger" he says. "Ready for this?" "Let's do it" you say "though I may not be as great a conversationalist in person." "Don't worry," he replied, if all else fails, we can just sit here and sext each other across the table." You involuntary blush, remembering some of the steaming exchanges that have taken place through your smart phone, courtesy of AT&T. 

He reaches for the door, and as you pass by he puts his hand in the small of your back gently guiding you inside. The hand doesn't move as you give your names to the Maître'd and are escorted to the table. You smile, as you feel no longer in control of the night; a steady hand is now guiding you towards its inevitable conclusion.

You are seated at a U-shaped booth rather than at a table, and after some debate you rearrange the table setting so that you can sit beside each other, backs towards the wall, facing the dining room. Drinks come in – champagne to celebrate and set the stage for the rest of the evening. Later, an expensive bottle red wine will be ordered, which by now you know to be his favorite aphrodisiac, his open-shelled oysters or liquid Viagra.

Starters come in, and the wine and conversation flows. You are moving closer together, not only because the conversation is unsuitable for some of the restaurant's younger patrons, but after months of electronic interaction, the human touch is desired, almost craved. You knees touch under the table, and have for a while. Elbows occasionally brush as the starters are finished off. 

The server clears the table for the main course, and you sit back. He turns towards you, and he moves his hand until his finger tips come to rest on your forearm. You feel the little hairs on your arms rising straight up. He moves his hand down, pausing for a moment to grip your fingers that are rested on the seat, but then continuing to move underneath the table cloth to softly touch your thigh. He looks in your eyes for confirmation, and finding only passion his hand moves down to where the skirt ends just above the knee. His finger tips move in small soft circles on the inside of your thighs, your head spins and you have no idea how you are going to make it through another two courses....

You are mercifully rescued by the waiter who brings the main dishes to the table. His hand reluctantly moves back, but not before a gentle squeeze has reassured you that it will be back, more insistent and more purposeful. You excuse yourself after finishing the main course, retreating to the relative sanctuary of the lady's room. You look in the mirror and realize this is your last chance to escape, but the urge burning inside you belies any thought that you may want to do so now.

Upon returning to the table, the desserts have already arrived, leaving you feel relieved that the tension is almost over, yet twice as tense because it is. The whipped cream provides a humorous diversion, as both of you recall one of his stories of a 1,200 calorie sexual endeavor involving champagne, chocolate and plenty of whipped cream. The restaurant crowd has thinned out, and it is only with a slight hesitation that you accept his offering of whipped cream on his finger, slowly taking it into your mouth and making sure no cream is left behind. 

Payment is swiftly taken care of, and you hurry along the street towards the hotel where he was going to reserve a room. He has already checked in, so you proceed past the reception to the bank of elevators. Unfortunately, you are joined by an older couple, so the planned elevator make-out session must be replaced by an acceptable alternative. Standing in the back of the elevator, he moves his hand from the small of your back exploring further down, and from the expression on his face he is approving what lies below. 

Stepping out of the elevator, he laughs as he for a moment cannot remember the room number. He fumbles with the key card before getting it into the slot – but an embarrassed smile promises that he won't have any further insertion problems tonight. He opens the door and let you in – only a single lamp is lit in the bedroom, the curtains are drawn and the hallway is in semi darkness. You drop your hand bag to the floor as you feel him close by – you turn and your mouths meet in a forceful, almost violent kiss.

He presses you up against the wall, and you feel his erection through his pants. He moves his hand on your thigh, between your legs, to feel the warmth and wetness that has been building for the past few hours. He disengages the kiss, and asks if you want to stop. "Fuck me" you say, and he complies.

He pulls you over to the bed and pushes you down. His hand reaches inside your skirt, and in a swift movement he pulls the panties off. Your skirt is hiked up to your waist, and before you can catch your breath you feel his tongue on your pussy, seeking to explore the wetness inside before moving up to the sensitive spot. He uses his fingers to expose the clitoris, and after a while the licking turns into sucking as he takes the swollen clit into his mouth and let the tip of the tongue play its game. 

With a strong hand he is holding your leg to the side, and with the other he has two fingers playing inside you, first slowly and then with a rapidly increasing pace. Too much tension has been building up inside you, and you scream out as the waves of ecstasy shoot though your whole body. He laughs as you try to move away from his relentless tongue, that keeps teasing the over-sensitized clit. 

You finally break free, and he joins you in a deep kiss that tastes like pure and utter lust. "Know what I like" he asks, and you do, being fully informed of his penchant for oral sex. You quickly unbutton his pants and let them fall to the floor with his underwear. He is already hard, the head of his cock swollen and glistening in the low light. As he steps out of his pants, he grabs your hair at the back of your neck and firmly guides you down. Eagerly, you take him into you mouth and start sucking – you promised him you were good at it, and now its time to prove it. 

You look up at him, and see him stare at you with pure lust and ecstasy. He is pushing your head deeper and deeper and increasing the pace, and you are taking more and more of him. You feel the sweet taste of pre cum, and you know exactly what he would like right now. But the night is too early; you are not going to give it to him, at least not yet. You break free and sit up on the bed, unbuttoning your blouse. Your chest makes quite a first impression, and as the blouse joins the pants on the floor, he is slowly stroking himself as he watches you remove the bra. You finally unhook the skirt, fulfilling the promise you made so many hours ago of wearing nothing by the 4 inch heels. 

He sits down to pay some attention to the recently liberated twins. You are slowly stroking him as his mouth explores each nipple in turn; his hand finding its way back to the wetness below. He pushes you down on your back and raises your legs on your shoulders. He looks into your eyes while slowly entering you, and you feel the sensation you've been looking forward to for months. He increases the pace, entering you harder and harder as he pushes you down into the bed. 

You are unable to concentrate on anything but the pleasure as he is fucking you harder and harder, one hand pushing you down onto the bed. He leans forward to take your nipples into his mouth, as the pace slows down. He looks into our eyes and smiles, and you know what he wants to see next. He disengages, and you turn around on all fours, ass up in the air, lower back curved to give the best view...and access. He leans forward and presses his face against your buttocks. His tongue again plays over the clit and through the wet and swollen crevice, before moving up and massaging your asshole with a delicate touch. 

He positions himself and thrusts himself into you from behind. His hips are moving with a furious pace, and slams against your buttocks every time he enters you. You lower your head to the pillow, but he reaches out and grabs your hair, pulling you back towards him. "Harder" you say as he uses the handful of hair to pull you into each thrust. "Fuck me harder." He complies, putting all of his energy into each deep thrust. 

He pulls out, and with a mischievous grin moves to the nightstand. Whatever his going for, you think, it better not be the copy of Gideon's Bible. Not quite. He has removed the belts from the hotel room robes, and indicates that it's time to take this game to a whole new level. This has been a fantasy you've shared many times, so on one level you are not surprised, yet you feel somewhat apprehensive given the circumstances. But by now lust easily pushes all caution aside. He is unable to hide his grin as he ties both your arms to the headboard of the bed. He does not tighten the knots hard, but you cannot get out without assistance. 

You shiver with anticipation as he covers your eyes with your silk blouse. He begins to touch you, letting his fingers, lips and tongue brush over your body, the light touch a stark contrast to the hard thrusting a moment before. You twist in your bonds as the touch turns from ticking to teasing to renewed desire. He moves down until he is again positioned between your legs. He lifts one calf up on each shoulder and enters you again, slowly, deeply and then with increased pace. 

Your arms pull against the restraints; you senses of sight and smell being eliminated you are unable so feel anything except his cock thrusting inside you and his heavy breathing as he thrusts harder and harder into you. The feeling is unlike anything you've ever experienced before. For some reason, the restraints make you unable to control your pleasure, and you feel the unstoppable force of the next orgasm building up. You want to tell him to slow down, pull out, prolong the pleasure. But the only sound you make is the scream as a powerful orgasm starts in your groin and travels throughout your body.

He slows down his pace, and removes the blouse from your face. You can tell that he is wildly excited and close to the edge himself. He pulls out, and moves up to straddle your chest. He puts his cock between your breasts and start undulating, one breast cupped in each hand, squeezing tight together. You watch the tip of his cock coming out and you lean forward to put your tongue and lips on the head. He unties you, and you know he wants you to help him, to finish him off. You grab his cock with your hand and start jerking, then lean forward and take him in your mouth. 

You can taste your juices on his cock, followed by the saltiness of his pre cum. His breathing increases and he tells you he is about to cum. You jerk him with one hand, aiming the tip of his cock towards your open mouth. With a big sigh he shoots load after load into your mouth and onto your chin and chest. You can tell he's been saving up, and he is not holding anything back.

He falls to the side, collapsing entirely devoid of energy and everything else. You are both panting from exhaustion, yet you feel strangely excited about how this may turn into the beginning of a beautiful friendship. 

"Time for a nightcap?" he asks and sits up. 

"Are you kidding?" you say, "I will not be able to move until early next week!" 

"That's too bad" he replies, "because I have a couple of friends I would really like for us to get together with tomorrow."



Nothing Else Matters



The gemstone spun and swayed at the end of the golden chain, facets glittering in Nancy's vision as she watched. It was like she could see dozens of tiny little rainbow gleams at each of the gem's many, many corners, and they all moved in their own infinitely complex and intricate orbit as she watched. Her eyes followed the motion of the gem as it swayed back and forth, but it never seemed to move quite enough that she needed to follow it with her whole head. She could just let her head stay quite still, and let her eyes follow the motion. That was nice.

Eventually, Nancy spoke. "It's...very pretty, ma'am, but..." she said to the woman holding the stone. Nancy was surprised at how difficult it was to break the silence. And it was silence, she realized. Nobody else in the room was speaking at anything above a whisper. They weren't going over to eat any of the pizzas she'd delivered; they weren't even talking amongst themselves. She could see out of the corner of her eye that all the men and women in the room were just watching her watch the gem.

The realization distracted her from finishing her sentence. The woman took the opportunity to speak. "Yes," she said. "It is very pretty as you watch it spin, watch it gently sway. It draws you in, doesn't it, Nancy, just draws in your whole attention, your whole focus." Nancy was momentarily amazed that the woman seemed to know her name, before remembering she had on her nametag. "You just focus everything in on the stone, all your attention, all your thoughts, just watching the stone and nothing else matters, Nancy. Nothing else matters but watching the stone, just watch the stone. Nothing else matters. Watch the stone. Nothing else matters. Watch the stone. Nothing else matters."

She kept saying that, repeating it over and over again, and Nancy lost track of how many times she said it. But the stone did seem to be drawing her eyes to it. It was so pretty. Dark red, wine-red. The same color as the woman's dress. Between the fancy dress and the big house and the large order, Nancy was actually kind of hoping for a big tip at the end of this. So it was worth humoring this woman for a few minutes by watching the stone while she waited for her husband to go grab the cash.

...a few minutes? It seemed to Nancy like it might have been longer than that, now. Time seemed to be doing funny things. She didn't feel like she'd been standing here long at all, and yet she felt like she'd been watching the gem forever. The woman was still talking, Nancy realized. Still repeating herself, over and over and over again. It deepened the strange timelessness of the moment. Nancy couldn't be sure if she'd said those words ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times. She felt briefly disorientated, like she'd been standing there watching the sparkling gem and listening to the soothing words all her life, and everything else was just a dream she'd had.

But she realized she must have been standing here for a while. Maybe not forever, but long enough that the woman's husband should be back by now. She opened her mouth to speak, but the woman just kept talking, and Nancy felt like it would be rude to interrupt. She just kept listening, waiting for a pause in their conversation before she voiced her concerns.

The gemstone seemed to grow larger in her field of vision now, and even though Nancy was dimly aware that the woman was moving it closer, bringing it higher so that Nancy had to look up to see it, the illusion of the stone drawing her in felt so complete and perfect that Nancy felt like she was the one moving. The sensation of moving while standing still made Nancy feel momentarily dizzy, and her eyelids fluttered for a moment while she swayed slightly on her feet.

The woman was still speaking, and Nancy knew she'd have to interrupt soon. She still wasn't sure how much time had passed, and although she was aware of the existence of her watch, it seemed like an impossible effort now to look away from the gem to see how long she'd been standing there. "Um..." she finally managed to blurt out, vaguely aware of a tiny trickle of drool at the corner of her mouth.

"Yes, dear?" the woman asked. Even though she was no longer saying it, Nancy felt like she could still hear the voice repeating, 'Watch the stone. Nothing else matters.' It was like it had been burned into her thoughts now, the same way that staring at a bright light for a long period of time left afterimages on your retina. The words just seemed to echo endlessly inside her head, making it an effort to call any other words to mind.

"I...your husband..." Nancy felt like her brain wasn't working properly, like she'd just pulled an all-nighter or something. Every time she tried to think about...about anything, the stone would gleam and glitter and her mind would just go still and smooth as the rainbow flickers of light spun and swayed. "How much, um...longer, ma'am..."

"Just a few more minutes, dear. Just keep watching the stone while we wait. Keep drifting into the beautiful swaying motion of the stone."

"You said..." Nancy tried to remember. The husband had apologized for not having the money ready when she'd arrived; he'd darted off into the depths of the huge house to go get it. The woman had apologized as well, had said he'd only be a few minutes, and had asked if Nancy wanted to see her gemstone while they waited. And Nancy had...had...had watched the stone. Nothing else mattered.

She realized she'd trailed off into silence again. She tried again to summon her thoughts up, bring them out of the wine-red depths of the stone. "I need to..."

"You need to watch the stone."

"Nothing else matters..." Nancy said it without even realizing she was going to say it. It just seemed like the natural response. It just seemed like the perfect response. Nothing else mattered. She didn't need to worry about how long she'd been standing there. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered but the stone, nothing mattered but the perfect beauty of the gem and the brilliant sparkling light that shone off of every detailed edge and corner of it.

Nancy realized almost with a start that the woman had started speaking again, sometime while Nancy was watching the stone, and Nancy hadn't even paid attention to the woman's words. She'd just zoned out completely watching the stone. Now, as she listened, she heard the woman say, "...blank and empty, Nancy, going so deep now and knowing that you can just obey so easily and effortlessly..."

Nancy lost track of the words again. It just felt too hard to concentrate on anything else while the gem was so mesmerizing to her sleepy, heavy eyes. She couldn't really focus her attention on both the words and the gem, and the words probably didn't matter anyway. Nothing mattered but the stone. She'd just have to let the words sink on in, catch whatever phrases she could with her conscious mind and hope her subconscious remembered the rest.

"...mindless and obedient and deeply hypnotized now..." The words popped into her mind, and Nancy understood that she was saying them out loud, repeating them as they were spoken to her. For a moment, the knowledge stirred a faint current of outrage in her sleepy brain--these people were hypnotizing her! They were doing something to her head, and...and...and it didn't matter. As soon as the worry arose, before she could even give voice to it, that endless chant in the back of her mind swamped it and pulled it back down into the depths of the gem. Nothing else mattered.

The gem now seemed to fill almost her entire field of vision, but she saw out of the barest corner of her eye the husband as he walked back into the room. Silent relief filled Nancy's mind. He'd give her the money, and then she'd be able to...to...to watch the stone. Nothing else mattered. The thought of her car, idling outside with an eighth of a tank of gas, didn't even manage to stir a flicker in her consciousness anymore. Nancy just watched the stone, knowing it was all she needed to do, all she needed to think about.

Instead of handing Nancy money, he knelt down next to her. She felt cool metal against her skin, and realized distantly that he'd brought a pair of scissors back from wherever he'd vanished to. Nancy felt him cut at the fabric of her jeans, the blades of the scissors working through the denim again and again as he sliced through her clothes. Something about that sent shrieking alarms through every remaining bit of Nancy's mind, but it said a lot about how little was left of Nancy's mind that all she could vocalize was the soft, tiny, almost whispered word, "...job..."

"You never really liked that job anyway, did you, Nancy?" the woman said. The way she said it, it almost didn't sound like a question.

Nancy hadn't really given it much thought--it was just a job, not really worth liking or disliking--but she certainly couldn't give it much thought now. She had so little thought to give. She just let her thoughts drift in the direction the woman guided them to. "...no..."

"So losing it doesn't matter, does it, Nancy?"

Nothing else matters. Nothing else matters. Nothing else matters. "...no..."

"Good girl." Nancy felt the husband pull the remains of her pants off, and two quick snips turned her panties into scraps of fabric. Nancy almost wondered why they were cutting her clothes off, until she felt the scissors snipping away at her shirt. Then she understood. If she had pulled her clothes off, then sooner or later she would have obscured her view of the gemstone for a moment. And nothing was as important as watching the gemstone.

"Hold your hand next to mine, Nancy," the woman said, and Nancy felt her arm move as though independently of her thoughts. The woman tangled the chain up in Nancy's fingers, and Nancy felt a moment of almost mystical wonder as she realized that the gem now dangled from her hand. The perfect, deep, endless beauty of the gem was now a part of her. No matter where she turned, no matter how she moved, no matter what she did, the gem would always be right there, swaying and spinning and entrancing her deeper. She was locked into it and it was locked onto her. Nancy sighed out a deep breath as the endless, eternal nature of the loop sank into her deep and sleepy mind. She couldn't even tell if these were her own thoughts, or if the woman was speaking again and she was just so deeply hypnotized now that she couldn't tell the difference between the woman's words and her own thoughts, but it didn't matter. Nothing else mattered.

The woman took Nancy's other hand and guided her through the gathering of men and women. Nancy felt appreciative hands touching her, and although they felt good, they didn't disturb her from the perfect sensation of sinking into the stone as she held it before her own eyes. She barely even noticed when the woman brought her to an open space in the center of the room, her peripheral vision now almost down to nothing. Between the vastness of the gem as she held it almost touching to her head, and the way her eyelids had sunk down half-closed (and fluttering even closer to shut from time to time as she tried so hard to keep watching the gem), she couldn't even tell what she was standing over.

Then the woman guided her down onto it, and Nancy felt a shudder of pleasure run through her as she sank onto the dildo. It was mounted on something, Nancy could tell. She was straddling a cushioned surface, like she was mounted on the saddle of a horse. But the fake cock sticking up from the center of the "saddle" felt so good inside her. It completed the pleasure of the gemstone.

Then the woman did...something...and the pleasure went beyond complete. The dildo began moving, not just vibrating but gyrating in her cunt. The rocking, buzzing motion made Nancy moan with pleasure as it flowed and ebbed. It felt so good, so...Nancy's moans turned into whimpering, insistent grunts as her arousal built.

The woman whispered in Nancy's ear now, touched her flesh with one hand as the other did...something, Nancy wasn't sure what but every time she did it the dildo's motions inside her cunt grew more insistent. Nancy couldn't even figure out what she was whispering anymore, the red of the gem and the pulsing of her clit filled her world and left her blank and empty and pliant and docile, willing to accept any words deep into her mind the way that her mind was deep into the gem, the way the dildo was deep into her cunt...

She felt other hands on her now, men's hands and women's hands and it was all too much, her senses just overwhelmed her brain with sensation as the woman spoke quicker, the whispery breath tickling Nancy's ear as she heard without listening and accepted without understanding. The gem's sparkling movements became erratic, jerky and juddery and it was getting so much harder to follow now that Nancy's eyes had slipped almost entirely shut. The fingers on her body, the scent of her own arousal, and finally the utter, complete and overriding pleasure of the thrumming cock in her pussy, it all...

Nancy heard someone screaming, high wavery gasps of intense pleasure that echoed through the room, but she was cumming too hard to care about who they belonged to.

Her eyes slipped shut as she rode the machine into pleasure and rode the pleasure into deeper hypnosis, but that didn't matter. She could still see the gem in her mind's eye, filling up her world just like the woman had said it would. She could let it blank out all her thoughts, leaving her still and empty and a willing, obedient servant to her new masters. That was all she needed to do. That was all she wanted to do. That was all she could ever do.

Nothing else mattered. 

THE END



Nothing Else Matters



It feels like he's been gone forever. All I got was a little taste last I saw him and all I have been able to think about is how I want more. But, this time the game has changed. I wait patiently for him, trying to distract myself with the online world until he arrives. I can't focus. I don't know what to expect. All I know is I can't wait to feel him again. As I lose myself in my thoughts, he opens my door. It's always unlocked for him.

As he walks through the door, his eyes catch mine and I try not to smile like a little girl. He's handsome, tall, blue eyes, great build, and his mouth just begs to be kissed. As his eyes hold mine, I'm almost trembling. He comes to me, takes my hands, and I stand to greet him. 

"Hi Kitten," he says. 

I stand on tip toes to kiss his lips and he wraps his arms around me, embracing me, sheltering me, protecting me. I melt into him as he rubs my neck and shoulders. Nothing else matters.

When he ends the kiss, he takes my chin in his thumb and forefinger and tells me to close my eyes. I hear a slight rustling and when I am told to look, He has in his hands a square, thin, velvet box. I open it to reveal a dainty collar with a shiny kitten bell attached. He had asked me before what I thought about collars, but at the time I didn't have much to say. The more I thought about being owned, the more I opened to the idea. I took it from the box and he took it gently from my hands. I turned around so he could put it on me. When I faced him again, I could feel a slight blush on my cheeks. 

"You are mine now. You will obey only me." 

I don't know what to say, so I respond with a "Yes Sir."

He gently pushes me to my knees. 

"Undress," he says. 

I obey, removing my shorts first by wriggling them down my hips. My tank top is next, but as I slowly move it up my body, I keep my eyes on him at all times. When the girls are released, I can see the bulge in his pants throbbing. As I pull the tank top over my head, my kitten bell responds with a little jingle, jingle. My eyes return to his as I hook my thumbs into my panties at the hip and slide them down my thighs, over my knees, my calves and past my ankles. I'm already getting wet just watching him throb and looking into his eyes as he towers above me. 

"Make me happy," he says. 

That's all I want to do. I unzip his pants and release what is mine. I place a light kiss on the head of his cock before I wrap my lips around him. I've waited too long for this. I stroke him with one hand as I lick the rim around the crown and continue suckling him gently. I can't stand waiting, I need to feel him throbbing against my tongue. I slowly inch my way down his cock, putting gentle pressure to the throbbing underside of his shaft, taking him into my mouth then throat. As I bob my head against him, I hear my kitten bell jingle jingle and a little smile comes to my lips. I look up to him and I can see in his eyes he is pleased. He puts one hand to the back of my head and pets me gently as I continue stroking and sucking his cock. All at once, he grabs a bunch of my hair and stops me. I look up to him, his cock still in my mouth, tears gathering in my eyes from the slight pain. 

"That's enough kitten. Raise your hands to me," he says. I slowly slide my lips from his cock and raise my hands to him. From out of nowhere he produces a pair of wrist restraints. They almost match my collar. He puts them on me, ducks his head between my arms so that they are around his neck, and lifts me from the waist. I wrap my legs around him and am encompassed by him again, safe, protected, loved. Nothing else matters.

He carrys me to the bedroom and as he sits, I am comfortably on his lap wrists still restrained around his neck.

"Do you trust me?" he asks.

"Yes Sir, I do."

"Do you know I would never hurt you?" he asks sincerely.

"Yes Sir," I say almost nervously.

"I won't hurt you. You are mine, Kitten, and I am going to take good care of my plaything. Do you understand?" he said a bit more sternly.

"Yes, I understand. Thank you," I say a little more sure of myself though my heart is pounding.

"Sit on the bed," he commands.

I remove my arms from around his neck, get off of his lap, and I sit on the bed. He stands before me, kisses my forehead, and blindfolds me. I've now lost control of my hands and my sight. I hear rustling as if he is undressing, but I'm not sure.

"Trust me, Kitten," he says again as he grabs both breasts and begins kneading them harder than ever while kissing and nipping my neck. I'm uncomfortable but dare say nothing. As he kneads my tits, his thumbs brush my nipples. They are standing so erect, that they hurt too. His mouth connects to my left nipple and I jump with the electricity flowing through me. Every cell is suddenly awake and more aware since my vision is obstructed. I'm excited but can feel tears in my eyes. His mouth moves to the right nipple and again I jump. He lays me back on the bed, his hands part my thighs and pats my pussy. I hear his evil "Hmf" as he recognizes how wet I am. He begins spanking my pussy lightly, teasing, smacking my already swollen lips. I move slightly out of pain, out of pleasure, and he grips my thigh hard enough to make me whimper in pain, but to also realize I better remain still. He continues spanking my pretty pink pussy as I suck in every breath trying not to move, jingle jingle, then he stops.

He inserts two fingers deep inside of me and I moan in pleasure as I try to be still. His tongue moves to my clit nibbling and licking with the perfect pressure. I'm ready to explode. I moan his name and tell him I want to cum. 

"Not yet Kitten, Do not cum unless you're told," he says matter of factly. 

He moves his fingers up and down inside of me hitting my soft bundle of nerves each time as he is still lapping at my clit. I can't hold back. I tell him I am cumming and my whole body begins to convulse as he fucks me harder with his fingers and sucks my clit into his mouth. Jingle jingle goes my little kitten bell. I could feel my juices squirt onto his fingers and drip down my slit to the bed. When my body stops reacting to him, he stops.

"I told you NOT to cum, didn't I Kitten?" he commands.

"Yes Sir," I say with a shaky voice.

He grabs my wrists, pulls me up, and throws me over his lap. Before I could say a word Whack! His hand comes down hard on my bare ass and I scream out. Whack! This time to the other cheek and I try to stifle my cries. Whack! Across both cheeks, I could feel the tears in my eyes as each time he spanks me, my kitten bell jingle jingles.

"This is the first time I have punished you, Kitten. That is all for now. Believe me, I won't be as nice next time. Understand?" he asked sternly.

"Yes, Sir," I said with trembling voice.

He pulled me back up to a siting position on the bed, removed my blindfold, and kissed each eyelid.

"Kitten tears are sweet. There may or may not be more of these," he said licking his lips, "I'm not sure that I should fuck you today."

I whimper. It's what I want more than anything. I want to feel him inside me, I want to connect with him. He lifts my chin, meeting my eyes with his own.

"I know you need this cock. Let this be a lesson to you, if you don't listen, I may have to deprive you of what you want the most," he said.

"Yes Sir, I'm so sorry," I say as tears slide down my cheeks.

He kisses them away as he lays me back so gently. He hooks my still restrained hands around his neck and enters me slowly. I moan with pleasure. Finally, I am filled with his love. Finally I am owned completely by him. He thrusts harder and deeper inside of me making me cry out with each entry and each departure. I hate when he takes his cock completely away from me, but I know better than to say a word. His pace begins to quicken and he moves my arms down over my head, pinning me there, fucking me furiously.

"Cum with me, Kitten. It's ok. Show me you love only me. Cu," he coos in my ear.

With that I forget the pain, I forget the tears, I forget everything except that he is there with me, for me, filling me. He plunges deeper and his moans increase. I feel him filling me and I cum, squeezing him tight as he continues thrusting deep inside of me. The world seems to drift away and I feel faint. He's taken me somewhere I hadn't been before.

"Shhh Kitten, no more tears. I'm very proud of you. You are mine. Now relax and let me hold you," he whispers.

He rolls us over and I lay my head on his chest. He releases my wrists from the restraints and holds me tight. This is all I wanted. All I needed was to be owned by someone I could trust, someone who could take care of me sexually, and someone who would never treat me like I wasn't good enough. Right now, laying in his arms, protected, safe loved, Nothing Else Matters.