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Old Friends

By: serene



We discovered that e-mail is a fascinating way to explore fantasies online. The following is an e-mail exchange over six days, with each of us taking the fantasy to the next level. Estimated in real life, our fantasy would probably take 45 minutes. To us, the exchange became six days of delicious foreplay. 

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Anne:

I hear a knock on the door and open it to reveal my friend Seb. We'd been friends for a while but had never dated...he was just my buddy. Lately I'd been fantasizing about him a bit and starting to view him in a different way. Today I noticed that he looked tired and a bit out of sorts.

"Hi Seb, come on it," I say, stepping back and letting him enter. "What's up with you today?"

Seb:

"Hi Anne. It's been a hellish day." I walk past her and throw myself on the couch. I had been lusting after Anne for months, but she didn't seem to be getting the message. After a terrible day at work, I had vowed to get some relief from the sexual tension I had been feeling since the work-related stress had no end in sight. I was going to walk in and be bold and demand her attentions. What was the worst that could happen? She would say no and laugh at me.

"I've wanted you for months. I want you to come over here and please me. After the day I had today, I just can't take it any longer. I want you right now," I say calmly, waiting to see Anne's response.

Anne:

Oh my, I can't believe what I'm hearing. What happened to Seb? This is too fucking weird, I think to myself. Wait a second; this is exactly the opening I've been wanting. Go for it, before he changes his mind and remembers that you're the pal he expects to support him every time he has a falling out with a girlfriend. Show him what a real woman can do.

I walk over to stand in front of Seb as he lounges on the couch, arms along the back of it, legs slightly spread. I tug my t-shirt from my jeans and up over my head. My jeans are the next to go, slowly pushed down over my hips, then kicked off to the side, leaving me standing in front of Seb in my bra and panties.

I watch his face as I remove my clothes and continue watching him as I stand there. I feel my nipples begin to harden under his gaze and know that they are clearly visible beneath the thin bra.

Seb:

I can't believe it I thought at best I might get a kiss and a cuddle, at worse a slap in the face and a friend in a shitty mood, instead she’s here in front of me, waiting for me. I can't remember a feeling of wanting someone so badly before.

I stand, pull my shirt off, too quickly, and lose a button in the process. Still not quite believing this I reach out and touch her, just lightly on the cheek, a gentle caress.

"You sure?" I ask. Her smile is all the answer I need.

I move closer, standing so close I feel the electricity of her skin tingling against mine.

Leaning down to her we kiss, not the kiss of friends but a deep searching longing kiss. Pulling her close I can feel her nipples tight and tense pressing into me, hard in contrast to the smoothness of her breasts. My hands slide around her back, feeling this body I have known so long and never had. Her bra strap is beneath my hands. I undo it and slide the straps off her shoulders. I want to taste the nipples, lick and suck them, kiss her breasts, have the sensation of the skin on mine. 

I step back to look at her, her body now almost totally naked. My hand goes to my belt and I undo it, pulling it free and drop it to the floor. My trousers follow is hasty succession.

Again I step close to her and kiss her deeply, this time cupping and holding her breasts, teasing her nipples to further hardness.

Anne:

Oh my god, what a body. How could I not have seen for so long? I'm dazed by the sexual energy coming from him. I raise my hands and place them over Seb's, pressing his hands to my breasts, rubbing the palms of his hands over my erect nipples.

I suck lightly on his tongue, trying to draw it deeper into my mouth. I release his tongue and stroke my own across his. I can't control the moan that comes from me, low and full of desire. I break our kiss and look up into Seb's eyes. 

"Here or in the bedroom?" I ask him quietly. I know that he can see the desire and need coming from my eyes.

Seb:

"Here, I want you here and now." I want her, have to have her, beneath me, me inside of her, her body rising and falling beneath me.

I drop to my knees in front of her and bury my head in her breasts sucking pulling her nipples with a passion.

My hands, of their own volition, slide down her body to her waist and insinuate themselves under the fabric of her panties. With a smooth motion I lower them down her legs revealing her full beauty.

I leave her breasts and kiss my way down her body. My lips feel the gentle down on her belly as my tongue traces gentle circles around her belly button.

I look up to her eyes to see the desire blazing in her. I breathe deeply smelling her perfume, the scent of her sex, so close to me.

Anne:

I run my fingers through Seb's hair, looking down at him as he kneels before me. "What do you think about my shaved pussy? I just did it a few weeks ago for the first time. It doesn't turn you off does it?" I ask nervously my words coming out in a rush.

I continue to run my hands through his hair, so dark against my skin as I wait on him to speak.

Seb:

"No," I reply, "it's wonderful."

I lick around her shaved pussy, the skin so smooth to touch its divine. Small gentle licks on either side of her lips, a slight flick across her Clitoris, feeling the shiver of her body as skin touches skin. I reach behind and cup her ass with my hands, pulling her pussy up to my lips. My tongue licks out and tastes her. Sliding slowly up her pussy gently forcing open her lips. Then moving up to circle her clitoris.

I lightly start sucking her clit into my mouth pulling it, teasing it to full hardness; my tongue flicking butterfly kisses across it.

Anne:

"Ohhhhhhh," I moan. Seb is the first to touch me since I shaved. "Oh god," I say, looking down at the top of his head.

My body is shivering at the sensations of his tongue and mouth on my bare pussy, my clit. I feel Seb's hands on my ass. 

"Seb, please," I moan. "Please stop, I'm going to collapse." My knees are shaking, my body trembling. Despite his hands supporting my ass, I feel as if I'm going to fall. I step back, Seb's mouth pulling away from my pussy, his hands falling from my ass. I move to the couch and sit, looking at him in amazement.

"Wow. Where have you been all my life?" I ask.

Seb:

She's mine I thought as I watched her naked body recline on the couch. Her sexuality was driving me as much wild as mine was her. Without bothering to rise I panther crawled across to her, a playful "grrrooooOOOwwwwlll" in the back of my throat.

I lay my head between her knees and started licking my way up her thighs to her pussy. My tongue traced a big wet circle around her opening while I massaged the inside of her thighs with my hands, her muscles responding to my touch causing her vagina lips to contract and open. Once more I licked deep into her. My tongue sliding smoothly into her, her body pulling it in. The tang of her juices filled my mouth, a taste to be savored.

My mouth took her, ravaged her, to put it crudely, fucked her.

Anne:

Hands gripping the edge of the couch, my body tense...oh my god. I feel his tongue fucking me. My body is shaking; I feel an orgasm overtake me suddenly. I push my pussy harder into Seb's face, throbbing, aching, my eyes squeezed closed.

As my orgasm subsides, I look down at him, then pull his face up and kiss him passionately.

Seb:

My god, what a sensation...The taste the feel of her as she came, I almost felt it myself, she has got me so hot. We kiss, she licks and sucks her own sex from my lips and mouth. I respond with equal vigour. The sexual tension in me is building so high, I must have her.

I reach down and slide my pants off. My erection is so hard it almost hurts. I move over her. Kissing her with more passion than before I lower my body down to hers, my cock rubbing against her pussy. With a small thrust I enter her and slide slowly inside until I fill her. The sensations on my cock are indescribable; her body pulls me in until I can go no further. I lie on top totally immersed in her.

Anne:

Ohhhhhhh. The feeling of his cock sliding into my pussy is almost too much. My body opens to him, receiving, accepting, wanting. My eyes have drifted closed as he entered me. I can feel him over me, his body pressed against mine.

I raise my arms and slide my hands over his shoulders, down his back, caressing him. My legs lift and wrap around his hips, pulling him harder against me.

"Seb.... I can't believe we're here," I say quietly.

I squeeze my pussy muscles, gripping him, feeling his hardness in me. My hips start to lift involuntarily, pushing up against him, seeking relief.

"Please," I whisper. "Please."

Seb:

I wrap my arms around her, not quite believing what we are doing and how it feels. I pull her tightly against me just luxuriating in the feel of body against mine, my sex in hers. 

As she lifts her hips up to me I feel a sensation of extreme pleasure ripple through her body into mine. My cock, encased in her pussy is all I can feel now, every contour and texture of her baring down on it.

My hands slide down and cup her ass, lifting her higher, allowing me to penetrate deeper into her. I squeeze her buttocks, enjoying the warm sensation of her skin. 

I spend a moment in the joy of the feeling then slowly, slowly start to pull my hips back. My cock slides smoothly back, tracing the pleasure of her pussy along its length, then with equal restraint to move forward again, encasing my cock in her pussy. I gasp as I feel her once more fully encase me, her pussy gripping me and squeezing me tightly. Again I withdraw, slightly faster, the desire overrides my self control and I must fuck her.

"Anne, I can't believe we have never done this before" I gasp, my breath hot and drawn making the words and sibilant whisper.

Anne:

My eyes closed, my mind in tune with my body and his, I hear Seb whisper to me. I open my eyes, lids heavy and meet his gaze.

"Seb, please, fuck me right now, I can't wait any longer," I whisper. I feel his hands squeeze my ass again as he lifts me higher against him. He thrusts into my pussy, his balls slapping against me. He pulls back almost all the way out of me, and then slams his cock back into me.

Groaning, I breathe out a "Yes!" as he fucks me harder, his hands holding me in position to receive his cock. My body is on fire for him.

I pull Seb's face to mine and kiss him -- my lips wet and open over his mouth, our tongues twining.

Seb:

Her kiss pulls me even deeper into her. I am totally lost in her body and the desire for her she has ignited in me. 

My hips thrust into her harder and faster -- my cock penetrating her up to my balls with every thrust. She moves her legs further up, until they rest against my shoulders. I squeeze and fondle her ass even more, allowing my fingers to caress her bud and then up to the skin beneath her pussy. I feel her slick and wet from her juices. Her pussy lips stretched around my cock.

I kiss her lips, her chin, the front of her neck then move around to devour the curve of her neck and shoulder, biting gently as the feeling of fire running through my body starts to seep back over me. I look down into her eyes, mirroring my own lust and desire. The thrusting of my cock builds in intensity and speed, she lifts herself up to meet me on every down stroke, her clitoris grinding into the base of my cock, inflaming us both even more.

Anne:

"Seb.....ohhhhhh," I moan. My body is out of control, my hips rising to meet his every thrust. The feel of his hands on me, the biting at my neck, the knowledge that finally we are together is driving me wild.

I watch his eyes as I start to orgasm; the delicious throbbing begins to overtake me. "Seb, oh god," I whisper. His cock continues to pound into me, taking me higher.

Seb: 

"Anne, yes that’s it, come, come with me inside you" I stare into her eyes seeing the orgasm take her and control her. Her pussy is spasming and contracting around my cock, trying to devour it.

I kiss her passionately on the lips; she bites mine as the ecstasy engulfs her. I savor the slight tingle of pain.

With a quick movement I withdraw from her, she gasps in disappointment, only to change it to another orgasmic gasp of pleasure as I bury my tongue deep within her pussy, lapping and sucking all the juices, feeling her orgasm into my mouth. My hand reaches under her and with my middle finger I trace small circles around her ass, coating it in her own juice. With a smooth motion I carefully slide the tip of my finger into her ass, just up to the tip of the finger. Feeling the spasms of her pussy through her ass. I slowly and gently massage the smooth skin just at the opening.

With my mouth, now covered in her juices, I kiss her clitoris, small tender kisses to keep her sensations coming without becoming too intense.

Anne:

I slowly become aware of my surroundings, the gentle soft kisses on my clit, Seb's finger rubbing me. Dazed, I look down at him and softly call his name "Seb." When he looks up at me, I meet his eyes and gaze helplessly at him. "How did you do that?"

Not waiting on his answer, I continue, "I want to give you the same pleasure, please. What can I do for you?"

I stroke my hand down his face and cup his chin, staring into his eyes and waiting for his response.

Seb: "Just rest for a moment, get your strength back" I smile up at her. Unwrapping my self from her legs I gently roll her over onto her side, facing away from me, and lie down beside her. My arms wrap around her, I cup her breasts in my hands and pull myself closer to her.

My cock, now imbued with a life of its own, slides between her thighs and nuzzles her pussy. I slowly pull myself close to her. My cock slides into her, her moistness allowing it to enter her with ease.

I feel her push her ass back into me; a small moan escapes her lips as she forces me deeper into her. The angle of entry creates a whole new sensation for both of us. I start a slow grind of my hips, the feeling bringing pleasure us both.

Her neck is so inviting, I brush her hair aside and kiss the back of it. Nuzzling hers, taking small playful nips at her. "Anne, you liking this?" I ask, her body already answering me.

Anne:

"Seb, I think I've died and gone to heaven," I say as I start to shiver in reaction to his attention to my neck.

I feel his body nestled against mine, large and warm. I start to breath in time with the movement of his chest behind me. We take slow deep breaths as he grinds his cock against me. The sensations are driving me crazy. Our breathing begins to quicken.

I slide my hand down to my pussy and stroke the folds. I feel Seb's cock in me. I stroke my fingers against his cock, just to feel him. I squeeze my pussy around him, rhythmically matching our breathing. My fingers return to my clit, stroking it briefly. I lift my hand to my mouth and taste, then extend my fingers over my shoulder to Seb.

"This is what you do to me," I say.

Seb:

Her fingers run across my lips and once again I taste the sweetness of her sex. It arouses me again; she keeps driving me wild, how could we have not noticed this before about each other.

The caress of her fingers on my cock brings up a deeper desire and wanting.

I roll her onto her front, my cock still deep within her. I lie on top, astride her, her legs pressed together, mine pinning her down on either side. My hands hold her breasts still.

The feeling on my cock is now sensational, her legs being together tightens her pussy even more around my cock. I thrust down, my cock sliding between her thighs and deep into her.

I feel her grind down, her clitoris rubbing against the fabric beneath us. With that thrust I feel a familiar, but somehow different intensity rising in my cock. This is a physical desire at a new level; I haven't felt this intense need in a long time.

I start to build a rhythm which she matches, her ass rising to meet my down stroke, her breath as mine, short and hot, small moans of desire and delight escape from both our lips.

"Anne," I gasp, the intensity of feeling almost breaking my voice "I must have you, I must cum with you."

Anne:

"Please Seb, please.... this time," I gasp out. The feeling of his cock in me, his body pushing me down, rubbing me against the fabric is almost too much.... almost too intense to bear.

I feel his hands on my breasts, squeezing as he strokes into me. I can't control the movements of my ass as it rises to meet him. Seb is around me, over me, in me, surrounding me. I squeeze my eyes closed, my mind and body focused on him and the sensations he gives me.

My pussy is grasping his cock as he tries to pull away, the friction and pull on my pussy making my juices flow even more. "Harder, please Seb. Fuck me harder."

I bury my head in my arms, breathing jerkily, my body being pushed and moved by his. Moaning as my clit is rubbed harder against the fabric. My thighs tighten a bit around his cock, then release to allow him to move as he wishes.

"Seb...I'm going to come...sooooon," I force the words past my lips. I feel my orgasm getting closer and closer as his body moves over me.

Seb:

Her words drive me over the edge....

As I thrust faster and harder, deep inside her I feel it.....the need for release is too strong now, the desire within too intense. As I arch my back and press down into her I start to come, my whole body tense, all my sensation focused in my orgasm. I start to throb, feeling her contract around me, my balls tighten and I start to come.

"Oh god YES Ann, I'm coming," my voice is strained as all the muscles in my body quiver in delight.

My cum erupts into her, filling her. I can no longer move, all I can do is press hard against her and hold her to me. I feel her start to cum also, my orgasm triggering hers, she spasms and writhes under me, we are both entwined in one, searing devouring moment of pleasure.

Ann:

I feel him pounding his cock into me...then his body tenses, his cock throbbing within me. He presses hard into me...no movement except the throbbing of his cock as he comes. The feeling of his cock and the pressure of the fabric against my pussy pushes me over the edge. I grind down against the fabric, my orgasm throbbing through me...I hold my breath as it washes over me in waves.

As his orgasm and mine subside, he collapses onto me. I feel his head next to mine and turn, kissing him passionately. My tongue diving into his mouth, I move my lips over his, biting at him, wanting to climb inside him.

After long minutes, our kiss slows and finally ends. I look into his eyes. "Seb, we have to do this again, today, now," I whisper. "We've wasted so much time."

Old Friends



As his webcam image came to life, a wide grin spread across her face. She couldn't believe she was looking at Ryan. After 29 years, she was looking at the cutie she'd had such a crush on in junior high. Now she was glad she had decided not to put up her picture or let him see her on webcam. 

"Nice", she messaged, "now take off all your clothes so I can see if you are worthy of my time."

She'd always wanted to try the Dom role but had been nervous to do so, but now as she looked at those sexy blue eyes, sandy brown hair and, as he panned down past those six pack abs to his long, hard cock, she was excited she had made this move.

She texted, "You will meet me tomorrow at the Days Inn on Bevans Road at 6 p.m. Go to the front desk and ask for the package for Ryan." She did not wait for a response and simply logged off.

The next day, Ryan walked to the desk at Days Inn and asked for his package, as he nervously looked around. The clerk handed him a small box and a room key. On the top of the box read: Go to room and open box; further instructions inside.

Ryan went quickly to the room and opened the box. Inside was a blindfold and collar with a short chain attached to it. He unfolded the paper inside: Remove all your clothes, put on the blindfold (securely so you cannot see anything-if not, you will not hear from me again) and the collar. Get down on all fours facing the door and wait quietly.

Quickly undressing and attaching the collar and securing the blindfold, being sure he could not see the smallest light around the edges. As he lowered himself to the floor, to position, his mind was a whirl of curiosity, excitement and uncertainty. "Am I sure I want to submit to some woman I don't know", he thought to himself. But as he began thinking about all they had talked about this past month online, he grew harder, thinking about it and the prospect of bedding this hot and vivacious woman.

It seemed as though the minutes were dragging by, as he waited. Was she coming? Perhaps this was just some stupid joke. Should he get up and leave...no, she had told him to wait quietly but his hard on was beginning to strain on his control to stay on his hands and knees. Then he heard the door open, someone step in and the door close. No words were spoken as he heard someone set something near him on the floor.

"Nora, is that you", he asked in a low voice.

WHACK...he felt a firm slap on his ass. Though it didn't entirely hurt, it did sting. "Did I say you could speak, my pet?" She asked sharply.

"No," he whispered. WHACK, another sharper slap as she pulled his head back, using the chain on his collar. "No, what?"

"No Mistress." He felt the chain loosen as she leaned forward. As she put her mouth to his hear, he could the material of her shirt over her breasts brushing along his back. "That's better, my pet. You will learn your place or you will be punished", she purred into his ear, her hot breath traveling along his hear and down his neck, making his spine tingle.

She walked into the bathroom and closed the door, moments later he heard the door open and felt her sit on the bed next to him.

"Now, let's see what I have to work with," she said.

First, she walked to the front of him, pulling the chain on his collar, until he was facing up toward her. Shoving her fingers in his mouth, she opened it, examining his teeth and tongue, probing with her fingers like a buyer purchasing a stallion. Next he felt her hands gliding down his back as she walked to his backside. As she stood squarely behind him she put her hands on his ass cheeks, spreading them for inspection. He could feel her fingernails trailing down until she reached his puckered, tight asshole, where she stopped to place two fingers firmly against it and rub in circular motions for a moment. He could feel himself growing harder...not even aware that his cock could feel so strained against its own skin. He let out a low moan.

WHACK, harder this time across his ass. "Did I say you could enjoy my inspection?"

"No Mistress, I'm sorry"

"Very well, then. Hmmm, seems someone has had something naughty on his mind. I see your cock is hard and moist on its tip." She observed as she gently grabbed the base and slid her hand to the tip, stopping only for a second to rub the precum gently around the taut tip. "Well, I think you'll do. Shall we begin your training, my pet?"

"Yes, please, Mistress."

"Wonderful, I see your manners are already improving. Do you remember our agreement and the rules laid out before you came here to me?" She asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

"And you agree to abide by all of them without question?"

Again, "Yes, Mistress" he said firmly as she sat on the bed next to him and began rummaging in the bag she had set next to him.

He felt something warm and wet being dripped onto his ass cheeks, its warmth felt good. Her hand came down to his bottom and began rubbing and massaging the oil on its cheeks with firm, soft circular motions. It felt so good and he desperately wanted to let out a moan but stopped himself for fear he'd be punished again.

"Does that feel good", she murmured in a soft, seductive tone.

"Yes, Mistress, it does." 

With that, she squirted some cold gel on the pucker of his asshole. He almost jumped forward but held himself in place. It began to warm though as she began rubbing it around his asshole with what felt like a rounded object. As she applied more and more pressure on his virgin hole, he began to feel fear in the pit of his stomach. "Why was she pushing so hard...was she really serious about de-virginizing his asshole as she'd said online", he wondered silently. And as she gently slid the rounded tip into the entrance of his ass, his fears were confirmed. He wanted to say something, to ask how far she was going to stick it in him but knew that each smack of his ass would only get stronger and stronger if he did. 

He felt kind of numb in his ass and as she slid the tip in and out, pouring a few drops of massage oil down his crevice into her intercourse with his hole. "This isn't so bad," he thought. It actually felt pretty damn good. But even as he was thinking that, she slipped it in further and he realized as it went down it got a bit larger. It still felt so good, he didn't worry as much as he was in the beginning.

As she pumped the tip of the prostate stimulator in and out of his ass, she continued to rub his cheeks with her other hand, relaxing and making him hornier all at the same time. "Are you relaxed, my pet," she queried.

"Yes and no mistress"

"Explain"

"I feel relaxed but am so horny, it's hard to know if I am relaxed or not."

"Very well, then, my pet" and with that she swiftly slid the prostate stimulator fully into his asshole. 

Damn, his mind yelled, that only made matters worse. Though it had hurt going fully in, he also felt part of it against the area between his balls and asshole, giving him a quick rush of pure pleasure into his groin area.

"Now up on your knees, pet, and be certain you don't allow what I have placed in your ass to fall out or you will be punished." She quipped.

"Yes Mistress", he gasped as he rose slowly to his knees. Surely this had to be it. She was going to remove the mask to he could see her.

"Now turn and face the bed, where I am sitting and place your hands on either side of me on the bed ," she commanded.

He did as he was told and placed his hands on the bed. As he kneeled there, he could feel the bed shift, as she carefully lifted one leg up and placed her feet on the outside of each of his hands, scooting toward him. He could smell her musky pussy and his mind began to swim, a bit, but he caught himself as he was still making sure the item placed in his ass would not come out. It seemed as though all his senses were betraying him and refusing to work together. 

"Now, you will lick and suck my pussy and my clit. But mind that you use your mouth and tongue only. You are not yet permitted to touch me," she instructed. And with that simple instruction he began bowing his head slowly to her waiting pussy, as he wasn't sure exactly how far he had to go. He felt her hand on the back of his head as she pushed his face into her wet bush and he began shoving his tongue into her soft mound, licking and sucking whatever his mouth could reach.

"Mmmm, that's a good pet," she murmured, "but don't ever make me wait once I give you an instruction again."

As Ryan shoved at her hot, wet pussy, licking and sucking greedily, she moaned and humped at his face. God, how he wanted to grab her by the ass and shove his face deeper and deeper into her, tongue fucking her. But he had his strict instructions and abided by them, in hopes that he would please her soon and be able to plunge his hardened and straining cock into that hot, wet pussy. It was that thought that kept him going with fervor until she yelled out and orgasmed all over his face.

As his face lay in her soaking muff, she petted and stroked his head, murmuring that he was such a good boy.

As he felt her move on the bed, he thought, surely now he would get his real reward. He heard the bathroom door shut then open a moment later. He heard her pick up the bag and walk toward the door. As she reached the door, she turned and said, "Do not remove the mask, collar or the stimulator in your ass yet. You will masturbate and once you cum, you can remove them, take a shower and dress. Take the items home with you in the box and be sure they are properly cleaned and stored. Decide if you are ready and worthy to be my pet. If you are, come back tomorrow, with your items and there will be another box at the desk for you."

He sat there stunned and said nothing.

"Have you nothing to say, my pet?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress. Thank you."

"No need to thank me. As long as you are a good boy, you will earn more rewards as we go." With that, she closed the door behind her. Ryan could wait no longer and began pumping his cock with both hands, attempting to quench the fire she had lit and left.

To be continued?



Old Friends



I am so wet, again, just thinking about our night together. I smile to myself as I re-read your text, the one that started the wheels turning for me:

"We have to plan to get dinner when I am back."

It was so obviously, so entirely innocent, just a casual note between friends. But somehow, whether it was your intention or not, those few benign words started me fantasizing, planning our encounter. I couldn't help but wonder, now, if things would have turned out the same way if you had known my intentions. Would I have scared you off? But then, of course, it's only women who have that fear, right? Men don't seem to worry quite as much about that sometimes fuzzy line between friend and, well, friend with benefits.

How long had it actually been since we'd seen each other? My god, the number made us both feel old. Twenty years! But only because we happened to be 14-year-olds at the time. And then, a few years back, thanks to the wide reaches of the internet, I had found you again. I remember the somewhat aimless phase I was going through at the time, the one that led me to look up lots of old friends, high school classmates, exes. I guess that's the hope, isn't it - that through each Google search, each new Facebook friend, we better define our own lives - not through the lens of our own dreams and desires, but by comparing our successes and failures against those of others.

The fact that I've thankfully grown past that phase doesn't take away from my joy at once again counting you as a friend. How fun to try to catch up on so many years of lives moving in different directions, ever since that first night we spent together. You haven't forgotten, have you?

That night at high school orchestra camp, when my friend and I, pretending to be 'bad', snuck into your cabin and didn't leave until morning? Nothing happened, of course, given our age and what I've always assumed was an entirely mutual lack of experience. But it's still a vividly fond memory for me: the way you wrapped your fingers through mine; the way we fell asleep next to one another; the way I could smell you on my clothes the next day. I still chuckle when I remember how soundly we both slept, thankfully awakened by our nervous friend early enough in the morning to avoid capture by chaperones.

It wasn't long after that when I moved to another school, and we didn't see each other again until just this past week, twenty years practically to the day. I'd planned out a driving tour of my city - just thirty miles to the south of where we'd both grown up, yet so unknown to you still, given its 'uncool' reputation.

I'd picked the perfect location for our dinner - a soul-food place with live jazz, the kind of music many of my other friends hated, but I knew you'd enjoy. I flirted as we ate, but nothing over the top, holding myself back in spite of the growing wetness and warmth between my legs.

It wasn't until we were back in my car that I made my move. I would have taken advantage of you right there in the parking lot, but it was just a little too crowded for me, even with my exhibitionist tendencies. And so I drove, slowly, to one of my favorite locations in the city, a park boasting both wooded trails and sandy beaches. Ours was the only car in the lot as I parked with a view of the water, just the moon and a few distant lights illuminating the night sky.

"Beautiful," you said, looking first at the view and then at me. I couldn't wait any longer, and without hesitation or an invite on your part, reached over with one hand and began stroking what I found to be a growing bulge in your slacks. Finding no shock in your eyes, I continued, more boldly now, unbuckling my seat belt and bringing my other hand to your crotch as well.

I unbuckled your belt as well, and was pleased when you shifted your position slightly in the seat, sighing beneath my touch as one of my hands found your hardening shaft and the other cupped your balls.

"May I?" I asked you, pausing for the first time for your approval as my fingers found your zipper.

You laughed and nodded, and I grasped the zipper, pulling down hard and fast, before freeing you from your boxers. I was delighted as I felt your full size in my hands - I guessed at least seven inches, and thick enough to truly satisfy.

Feeling your cock pulse with anticipation in my hands, I smiled, then plunged down, taking you fully into my mouth in one smooth motion. I held you there for as long as I could, sucking as I stroked your balls, before finally coming up for air. I then began a smooth, steady stroke up and down, and could feel from your motions that I had found a pleasing pace.

"Oh, god, yes, that's it, Katie!" Your voice started in a whisper, but quickly gained strength, so that you were urging me on with some force now. "You're going to make me cum...."

I pulled away just long enough to respond, my hands maintaining the motions which my mouth had established. "That's it, Mark, cum for me. I'd love a mouth full of your cum."

I dove back down again, picking up my pace now, truly going at it in hopes of bringing you to a quick climax. It was only a minute longer before I felt you begin to reach your peak, your breathing ragged, moaning and writhing beneath me. A few moments later, I was rewarded, your hot, salty cum filling my mouth, rolling slowly down my throat, a wonderfully delicious dessert after our hearty dinner.

I pulled myself up and leaned back in my seat, smiling in response to your broad smile.

"Wow. That. Was. Amazing. Thank you!"

"The pleasure was all mine, Mark. I love to suck cock, and I've been fantasizing about yours ever since I knew you were coming to town."

"Wow, um, I had no idea..."

"That I was such a cock-sucking slut?"

"Yeah... Well, no, just that... Oh, hell with it. Thank you, that's all I have to say!"

"Know what else I like to do?"

"I can only imagine..."

With your full attention in no danger of going elsewhere, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, then pulled my perfect tits from the cups of my bra. Before I could say or do anything else, your hands were on me, gently cupping and then kneading my breasts, one in each of your big, strong hands.

While your touch was lovely, it wasn't truly what I desired, so I decided to take a risk.

"Do you want to know what I really like, Mark?"

"After that fabulous blow job? Of course, anything!"

"I like it rough. On my tits, on my nipples, please, really, punish them."

"Really?"

"Yes. Now." You hadn't balked yet, and judging by the fact that your cock had already grown hard again, I figured I might just get what I wanted after all.

Tentatively at first, and then gaining in confidence in response to my sighs of pleasure, you began pinching my nipples more and more firmly, alternating that action with the occasional slap, my porcelain-white skin gleaming in the moonlight as it was roughly massaged under your firm touch.

It wasn't long before you found that amazing balance of pain and pleasure, the intense pressure on my nipples seeming to have a direct line of communication with my clit. And it also wasn't long before I wanted more.

"You wanna?"

"Here?"

"No, I have a better idea. Zip up and follow me."

I left my blouse unbuttoned, my tits spilling out of my bra, throwing on a jacket to cover my naked skin, and got out of the car. A quick glance around confirmed what I already knew: the park was deserted. I headed for the beach, you and your erection following quickly behind.

I picked up my pace once I reached the sand, running as fast as I could in the darkness, hoping that you would chase me. You didn't disappoint, catching me after just a few more steps, wrapping your arms around my waist, and pulling me down to the sand.

We wrestled until I had us in the position of my dreams - literally, the position I'd fantasized about - you on your back on the sand, with me straddling you. I pulled up away from you just long enough to once again free your cock from your slacks, pull my short skirt up my thighs to my waist, and push my panties to one side of my dripping-wet pussy.

I could sense your eagerness to press into me, but I suddenly found the patience to make you earn it. I smiled, then nodded my head from right to left, denying you the pleasure of my tight pussy for just a few moments more.

"Please, my tits. Rough."

I pulled off my jacket, balled it up, and placed it under you head as a makeshift pillow. You quickly went to work with both hands, kneading, slapping, pinching, twisting, with more and more intensity, as I rubbed against you, my juices lubricating your rock-hard cock.

I held off as long as I could, but finally could take the anticipation no longer, reaching down and taking you into my hands to guide you into me. We both moaned at the perfectly tight fit, and I held us there for a few moments before I began to ride you.

There was no longer any doubt in your hands. Either this wasn't your first time with a woman who liked it a little rough, or you were simply responding to my obvious satisfaction, but either way, you were good at it. I leaned over to kiss you - our first, I realized at that moment - but after just a brief encounter between our lips, you moved down to my breasts, catching my nipples in a delirious balance of suck and nibble.

This was enough to send me over the edge, and I felt my pussy clench around your cock as I continued to ride you. You began to slow our motions, but I hissed at you through the darkness, "no, no, keep going!" I didn't want the gentlemanly treatment. I wanted to keep riding you through my climax, and for you to keep fucking me until we both came again.

After I'd ridden through my climax, I climbed up off of you, walked a few feet away, and got down on my hands and knees, spreading my legs as I looked back over my shoulder at you. This wasn't subtle, and you quickly followed, standing up, practically running the few steps to reach me, and kneeling behind me, quickly plunging into me from behind.

I pressed back against you with forceful thrusts of my hips several times until you took over the motion, pounding into me, seemingly reaching deeper with each thrust. I put a hand between my legs and fondled your balls whenever I could reach them, and you took one hand and brought it to my now-tender nipples, pinching again and again, once again finding that direct line to my clit that was always capable of pushing me over the edge.

"Yes, Mark, just like that. Fuck me hard, like the dirty little cum slut that I am. You're going to make me cum again, and then I want to taste you once more!"

I just managed to finish speaking before my climax hit, hard and fast. As I gathered my breath a few moments later, I managed to hiss, "Yes, that's it, keep going. Tell me when you're ready!"

"God, Katie, your pussy is so tight, so wet. You're going to make me cummmmmm!"

After a few more furious thrusts, you pulled out of me. I climbed to my knees and turned around to face you as you stood up, stroked your cock a few last times with your hand, and then shot your load into my eager, wide-open mouth.

We took a few moments to pull ourselves together, then walked back to the car, where we enjoyed the view for a few minutes longer before I drove you back to the train station, where you needed to catch the 10:15 back to our hometown.

I'm wet again, just thinking about it. Are you hard? When's your next trip back home?



Old Friends



She was teasing me. I wasn't sure when I walked into her apartment to find her size 34D's nearly pouring out of her lace bra just barely peeking out of her crop top. But as I gazed at the toned muscles of her stomach, stretched over me as she reached for God knows what behind me, I knew. The bra, the top, the too short shorts with her firm cheeks and matching lace panties just barely peeking out were all a carefully constructed ruse to drive me crazy. Or we could just be having lunch and this was all in my head. I exhaled slowly and tried to contain myself as her nipples hardened underneath her shirt. Everything in me was screaming to just go for it. Damn the consequences, and dart my tongue against her pert nipples. I imagined her in my head, panting, moaning, straining against me as I gently sucked on her firm, supple... this was not helping. Finally, after what seemed like an excruciatingly long time, she leaned back and plopped back in her seat like she wasn't slowly driving me to insanity. She wrapped her endless length of legs underneath her and opened the album that I had completely forgotten she was looking for. 

As she launched into a very animated story about some summer on the lake with her cousins, I tried, in vain, to keep my eyes on her face and off the gentle bounce of her breasts, or her nipples, still hard, still teasing me from her lace bra. 

I excused myself to the bathroom to gather what little restraint I had left. This, whatever this feeling is, it's insanity. Never in my 23 years had I ever felt like this. Up to this point, I've been completely heterosexual. No part of me had ever been attracted to another woman. But somehow, Lisa had managed to get me to the point where I was hiding out in her bathroom, nipples hard, heart pounding and panties soaked. I decided to survey myself while I calmed my libido. I actually wasn't bad. At 5'6" I was athletic, (you can thank years of track for that), with my 34C breasts perched perkily on my chest. My legs, though not as long and toned as Lisa's led up to a very nice ass, if I do say so myself. Definitely rap video worthy. 

A soft knock on the door broke me out of my vanity. 

"Jessie? Are you okay?" I guess I had been in here a while. 

"I'm okay," I called out, already on my way out to be tortured some more. I opened the door and lo and behold, there she was in all her glory, ebony skin glistening under the light. I groaned inwardly. I'm pretty sure no mentally healthy person uses glistening to describe their old friends. 

I followed Lisa back to the couch where she promptly reinforced my growing suspicion that she was trying to drive me crazy by sitting right next to me. I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. Her hair smelled like mangoes and strawberries. She leaned over me again to put the album back. And suddenly, we were face to face and chest to chest. 

Before I could stop myself, I felt my arms snake across and wrap around her waist. I was literally throbbing with lust. I caressed her face with my other hand before pulling her head in, close enough for our breaths to mingle as our lips just barely grazed across each other's. I pulled her in closer, pressing my lips to hers, deepening the kiss. She moaned, digging her fingers into the arm of the chair for support and somehow the reality was even better than my fantasy. I pulled her in closer, angling myself so that we could get even closer. Now, she was straddling me and I could feel her pussy, hot against mine. I slid my hand down slowly, grabbing her ass to pull her even closer. I wrapped my other hand in her hair. Anything to get her closer. I felt her hands desperately clutch my shirt. Somewhere in the haze of my consuming need for her, it occurred to me that she was trying to take it off. I raised my arms and before I knew it, both our shirts were in a pool on the floor. 

I lowered my head and slowly sucked her right nipple into my mouth through her very lacy, very sheer bra. She moaned again and started grinding her pussy into mine. I started fondling her other nipple with one hand and palming her ass cheeks with the other. I moaned. I couldn't begin to describe how good it felt. I moved on to the other nipple reveling in the way the lace felt in my mouth as her nipples strained them to their limits. I spent a few minutes enjoying her breasts, determined to drive her as close to insanity as she drove me. I slid my hands down into her panties and she whimpered, arching her back, pushing her breasts further in my face, burying me in them. I sucked harder and she whispered my name hoarsely. My pussy was soaked, dripping with my need for her. 

We broke apart just long enough to get rid of the rest of our clothes before we were back again, lips pressed together, hands roaming everywhere. I had her just how I wanted her, how I'd been imagining her all afternoon, naked, on her back, with her leg in the air. I leaned back to take it all in. I'd never seen anyone so gorgeous. She looked up at me with heavily lidded eyes, begging me without words to take her. Never taking my eyes off her face, I began to stroke her pussy with my finger. Long, slow stokes that had her raising her hips up to meet me, anxious for more. She began panting, and writhing beneath me. With my other hand, I reached down to stroke her clit as I pushed my finger into her wet pussy. 

She started thrusting her hips into my hand as she moaned my name again and again in a hoarse whisper as she desperately fought to keep control. I moved my fingers faster and faster, curving them to stroke the top walls of her pussy as I rubbed her swollen clit. I could see the tension building. With a loud cry she clenched the muscles of her pussy tightly around my fingers before collapsing on the couch, her juices soaking my fingers. 

She opened her eyes and smiled as I slid my fingers out of her and put them in my mouth, sucking and licking every drop of her off them. With her pussy still on my lips, I leaned in to kiss her, swirling my tongue in her mouth so she could share her deliciousness. I moaned into her mouth already thinking of ways to make her cum again, already craving the look of bliss on her face as her pussy trembled for me. But first, my pussy needed some release. 

Almost as if she read my mind, Lisa pushed me back so she was once again straddling me. She pressed her lips to mine, gradually deepening the kiss while she fondled my breasts and gently ground her pussy into mine. I could feel my orgasm starting to build when suddenly, she stopped.

"Sit on my face,"she said. 

"What?" I asked, too dazed with pleasure to comprehend anything.

"Sit on my face she repeated, leaning back. Without a second thought, I scooted foward and lowered my pussy unto her lips. She thrust her tongue in, curving it to caress my inner walls. My back arched as I moaned her name. Distantly, I heard what sounded like a key in a lock but shrugged it off. Lisa clamped her mouth on my clit and my eyes flew open. And standing there in front of me, mouth open wide, was a girl I'd only ever seen in pictures... 

TO BE CONTINUED.



Old Friends



"I'll be in there in a minute." Lena called out from the kitchen as she finished prepping the tray of snacks, adding a couple of extra napkins and fussing with the items already laid out. She didn't know why she was nervous - this was Dave after all. Even though they hadn't spent much time together the last ten years, they had been near-inseparable in high school. They had named themselves The Two Misfits; both had moved into the small town at middle school and for whatever reason had always been a little out of step with their peers. 

Dave was an army brat; his father moved their family with every reassignment, until his mother had finally had enough of the nomadic lifestyle. When the opportunity arose for Graham to be stationed at the local Base permanently, she strongly suggested he take it. Dave's father was no fool, and they settled down in a cozy house across the street from Lena's family.

Lena's family had emigrated from the Netherlands shortly after she was born, and had moved to Springbrook within six months of Graham and his brood. Her parents opened a restaurant specializing in breakfasts, and specifically dishes that they brought with them from their native country. The two families had been close, and it had been natural for Dave and Lena to become fast friends, especially so, since they were the two "new" kids in their grade.

Dave had left town right after high school, heading off to college and parts unknown. For the first while they had lost touch entirely, Lena busy with culinary school and the family restaurant. She took over when her parents retired, and somehow they had convinced Dave's parents to join them for the winter in Belize. Although with the chill of the Minnesota winter, she didn't think it had really taken much argument. They were slated to be back in April, three long months away. Lena didn't mind, it gave her a level of independence and autonomy she didn't usually get living and working with her family. Although with everyone gone - her siblings gone off to school themselves - the house felt seriously empty. 

But not tonight. She was happy Dave had managed to get home for the reunion, although why the graduation committee felt the need to hold it in January she would never know. Yet another proof of her being out of step with the others in town. 

"Hey, thanks for keeping an eye on my folks' place, Magpie. It's in great shape and much cheaper than a hotel." Dave appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, his smile displaying even white teeth in a handsome face, his hair looking blonder than ever against his tanned skin. He'd flown in from Texas the day before, his parents giving Lena just enough warning to get the house into livable shape for him to stay there.

Lena wrinkled her nose at him in mock-annoyance at his nickname for her; as soon as he'd heard her full name was Magdalena, he'd decided to use it to his advantage. He was the only one who didn't call her Lena, and she'd never realized until he was gone, how much she'd missed the easy camaraderie they shared.

"As if you'd ever stay in a hotel in a town where my family lived. Even if your house wasn't ready, you know you always have a bed here." Lena turned as she spoke, picking up the tray, missing the assessing look Dave gave her. Before she could take a step, Dave took the tray from her, and started walking toward the family room where they had decided to watch a movie. 

"Are you seeing anyone?" Dave asked casually, setting the tray down on the low coffee table in front of the love seat directly opposite the television set. Lena busied herself with serving, answering "No one special. Not a lot of time with the restaurant and all."

They both knew that wasn't completely true, but he let it slide.

"You?" Lena asked, straightening and looking him square in the eye. He was too handsome for his own good, she thought, not for the first time. Between that and his even-temper and all-around "nice guy" personality, she was sure he had someone special. 

"No, not really." Dave prevaricated slightly, his gaze dropping from hers as he looked around for the bag he'd brought. 

"Seriously? A big hunk of man like you? Liar." she grinned at his retreating back, the joke a long running one between them. He laughed shortly, finding and retrieving the plastic bag, turning back to her with it dangling from his long fingers. His response was also part of the joke, although the teasing in his voice did not meet his eyes when he said "You know you're the only one for me, Magpie." 

She smiled, "Of course. That's why you haven't been back to visit in so long!" Her admonishment was goodnatured as she finished setting up the snacks and drinks on the table. Dave was back at the love seat, but before he could grab a DVD from it, Lena grabbed the bag from his hand and dumped the contents on the love seat. "Let's see what you brought to watch." 

"No, wait!" realizing what was in there, he half-lunged for the bag, but was too late. In addition to the two movies he'd brought for them to watch was a movie he had never intended her to know he'd rented. He knew he should have left it in the car.

"What's this?" Lena picked up the movie, holding it away from him as he tried to grab it from her. "Lusty Housewives in the Suburbs" she read, realization coming over her. "Oh my god, Dave is this a porno? Hahaha that's awesome! We're watching this first!"

She giggled as she knelt on the floor, cute little ass up as she loaded the disc into the player. Dave muttered, "Kill me now."

"What did you say?" Lena leapt up and came around to sit on the love seat, patting the cushion beside her in invitation to him, not actually listening for an answer, her attention now focused on the remote control.

Dave stood looking at her for a moment debating with himself on whether he should stop this now, indecision written all over his face. On the one hand, if he made a big deal out of watching this with her, she would want to know why. On the other, he had picked up the movie for himself in private, because he knew that spending this much time with her would trigger certain...needs. The little bit of escapism it would give him, along with physical release, would keep him sane around her until he left for Texas.

"Sit!" she commanded, the tone leaving no room for him to decide anything. He obeyed with resignation, dropping his tall frame to the love seat, and bracing himself for the torture he was about to experience.

Lena shifted closer to him, tucking herself into his side as she had so many other times. His arm dropped around her shoulders in a way that would have been comfortable, familiar, if it hadn't made him even more aware of her body pressing against his. Her scent - unmistakably Lena - wafted to his nostrils, reminding him of long summer days and carefree youth. Her arm stretched across his waist, and she laughed saying "This is going to be great." as the movie started.

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

Dave was in hell. His erection was pressing tightly against the zipper of his jeans and with Lena splayed against him he couldn't even re-adjust. His choices were watching the movie and imagining doing all those things to the woman beside him, or watching her breasts rise and fall in the low cut top, imagining how they'd feel against his lips. Lena kept a running litany during the movie, joking about the characters and the acts, but didn't seem to notice that Dave barely answered.

His hand flexed on her hip where it was resting, and she asked, "Am I hurting you? Do I need to move?" She went to move but he stopped her...half an inch more and she'd know exactly what the problem was. "No, you're fine. Just stretching my hand."

After hearing the no, she returned her focus to the movie, pointing out the couple on the screen. "His only attraction is his dick. I mean, look at that face." 

He laughed briefly, "I don't think you're supposed to be noticing faces in these kinds of movies." 

"Well, you're way better looking than him. If your penis is anything like his...you could have a career in film." Her voice trailed off as she realized that she was openly speculating about his penis. This was well past the boundaries of their friendship.

"Do you think about my penis a lot, Magpie?" he teased, giving her an 'out' of the corner she had backed herself into.

"Oh, all the time!" she joked, laughing up at him, relieved. "Thinking about your man-meat is the reason I get up in the morning." 

"And you haven't even seen it!" he responded, mentally adding the 'yet'. "For me it's your boobs." he added, mock leering at her. 

"These old things?" she asked, sitting up and, taking one in each hand, squeezed. "They're too big and they get in the way most of the time." 

"Magpie, when it comes to boobs there's no such thing as too big. At least according to most guys." He couldn't help but let his eyes drop to her hands, which were now unconsciously massaging her tits, watching her hungrily.

Lena looked up at him, expecting to see him laughing, but instead found him staring, his eyes riveted on her hands as they cupped her mounds through her shirt. She was immediately and acutely aware of him; her brain registered his scent and the heat of his body almost in the same breath as she realized his tension. The room was silent except for the sounds from the video, the slapping of skin and over-zealous moaning. 

It took Lena only a split second to act, hands moving to the bottom of her t shirt and pulling it upward and off before he could stop her. "Lena...", his voice trailed as she moved to straddle his lap, looking at him with surprise as she felt his hardness against her. 

"Touch me." she said throatily, as she stroked over his torso. He reached forward and gently cupped one heavy breast in his palm.

"Um, Dave?" Lena's voice startled him out of his fantasy. Looking down, he saw that his hand has actually mimicked his daydream, moving from her hip to her breast, which he was cupping tightly. 

"Shit! I'm so sorry, Lena." He went to move his hand away only to find it trapped by hers. He froze at her next sentence. 

"I'm not." She said, voice a little unsteady. She took control of his hand, sliding it into the open vee of her shirt, licking her lips as she held it firmly against her her naked flesh. Of its own volition, his palm massaged her nipple, which had hardened into a tight peak

This is crazy, Dave thought to himself, even as he heard her breath quicken and a low moan escape her lips. He had to stop this before it was too late.

Lena pulled his hand away just as he was about to speak, and he wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed that she too realized how insane they were acting.

"You're right, Lena, we shouldn't..." his voice trailed off as she stood up in one quick motion, pulling her shirt up and over her head and undoing the button on her jeans. 

"Shouldn't what, Dave?" she asked, looking at him knowingly while she finished undoing her pants and sliding them off down her legs, breasts jiggling enticingly with the motion. She kicked the fabric aside and stood before him clad only in white bikini briefs. 

Dave couldn't stop looking at her, his eyes roaming up from her feet, following the lush curves of her hips, to the full pink-tipped tits that were practically begging for his mouth, up to the arch of her neck and finally to her gorgeous face. She looked at him expectantly.

"When did you pierce your belly button?" was so not what he wanted to say but the question escaped anyway. 

Her laugh was sweet and genuine and it made him feel a little more normal, as she replied, "A couple of years ago. Dave, do you like what you see?" Her question held just a tinge of nervousness, and he was compelled to answer her honestly.

"You're perfect." 

Lena smiled and took a step toward him, but he held up his hand to stop her. He just had to ask, even if he might not like the answer. "Are you sure you want this? Are you really sure?" 

Her response was to drop to the floor in front of him, kneeling between his legs. Her fingers gripped his thighs through the denim, thumbs massaging closer to the vee of his legs as she replied, "Never more sure, Dave. I need you."

"You won't regret it?" he needed to be sure, even as she undid his pants, his cock not showing any of the same reticence that his brain was, his member surging through the opening of the cloth. Lena looked at his face before her gazed dropped to the hard tower in front of her. 

"Shut up Dave." she said with a smile as her mouth descended onto him, her mouth encasing him in wet warmth. He had no trouble acquiescing to her demand, because at that point he couldn't speak if he tried. 

Her mouth suckled lustily at his cock, tongue laving his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, his head bumping against the roof of her mouth as she did. After just a few minutes, he slid his fingers into her hair and stopped her motion, groaning, "If you don't slow down this is going to be over too soon."

She smiled up at him, dropping a brief kiss on his tip, before saying, "That's okay, you're overdressed anyway. Lift." He did as she bade, raising his hips as she divested him of his jeans. He stood and peeled off his shirt, which gave Lena the opportunity to cup his balls and slide her tongue in one long lick against the underside of his penis.

"Oh no you don't." he growled, before hauling her to her feet to stand in front of him. "I need..." his voice trailed off as his lips descended to hers, forcing them open and crushing her body tightly to him. He explored her mouth with his tongue, while his hands dipped down to grab her ass, pulling her tightly against him and trapping her hand between them as she continued to massage his sac.

His fingers worked his way under the cloth of her panties as his tongue thrust into her mouth in time to the pressure of her fingers. He lightly ran his fingers along the seam of her ass, scoring her cheeks with his nails. Her moan was swallowed into the depths of his mouth, and his hips surged against her hands. 

"Sorry." he muttered, breaking free of her lips. She looked at him dazedly; before she could ask she heard the tearing sound and felt her underwear give way. Without a word, he lifted her up, and her legs went around his torso automatically. Reaching down, he wiggled a finger along her folds, intent on determining if she was ready, but the wetness on her thighs told him everything he needed to know.

Dave grabbed his cock and slid it against her opening. "I hope you're ready, Magpie, because I need to be inside you right now." The last two words were ground out between clenched teeth, and she answered by arching her hips into him as he thrust inside her in one motion.

"Oh god..." Lena moaned, as his thick member filled her completely. Dave didn't move, simply held her in place, levering back onto the love seat with her straddled against him. His head descended to her tits, at last drawing a tight nipple between his lips and into the hot cavern of his mouth.

He grazed her sensitive bud with his teeth, his hands coming up to mold and shape her tits while she rocked her hips, riding him slowly as the pressure between them built. She held his head to her as he moved from one nipple to the other, licking, sucking and biting until she was moaning uncontrollably in her throat, grinding harder against him.

Dave's hands released her breasts suddenly, his mouth still suckling as he trailed one hand down her stomach, the other moving to rest on her gyrating hip. His fingers slipped between her lips, finding her clit at the apex of her sex, gliding easily in her wetness as he rubbed it. 

"Oh Dave, yes, I'm going to..." she screamed her climax, pussy walls clamping down on his cock, pulling him deeper into her while she shattered around him. She fell against his shoulder in a daze, biting it in her ecstasy. After a few minutes, she shuddered in reaction, and then came back to herself. She sat up, looking at him as she felt him throb in her. His fingers began stroking her again, and he replied "Magpie, you're going to again."

"Not without you." Lena renewed her internal stroking, muscles massaging his organ in a rhythm that mimicked his fingers. Dave replied, "Okay, baby, whatever you want." He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, pulling her close and grabbing her hips to encourage her ride. She leaned forward and kissed him, tasting herself, and began riding him with fevered abandon, his cock pounding into her, the wet sound of their coupling echoing throughout the room. 

He felt the tightening of his balls, his own release exploding wetly out of his cock as he felt her convulse around him again, her cry coming from deep in her throat as she exploded. She milked him throughout his entire cum, draining him and taking everything he offered.

Their breathing came back gradually, his mouth spreading little kisses on her collarbone and neck. 

"Come to Texas with me, Magpie." he sighed quietly, almost too low for her to hear. "I've missed you."

"I thought you'd never ask." Lena replied with a relaxed laugh. "But you have to bring that video."



Old Friends



Jake: I meant to send you a picture a while ago. I just sent it, check your email.

There was always a lot of tension between Jake and I. We'd met by chance at work and immediately hit it off...as friends. Though I found Jake irresistible, with his mop of curly dark brown hair and 6'4" lean body, I was not his type. He was into tall skinny blondes with big boobs and I'm tall, brown, and curvy everywhere, in the traditional hourglass sense. I think it works for me, with my 34G tits on the top with an ass that you could sit a glass on down below. Still, not Jake's type.

I checked my email.

Becca: Wow.

Jake: I wanted you to check out that yellow cable on the floor there.

Despite my not being Jake's type, our mutual sexual energies attracted us to one another. We both have sex drives that won't quit and we find our outlets in flirting with one another. Nothing more than flirting though. Today Jake saw fit to send me a picture of his cock...or rather the outline of his cock, straining against the fabric of his jeans. My mouth began watering the moment it appeared on screen.

Becca: That is indeed an interesting cable. I'd love to get a closer look.

Jake: I think that can be arranged.

Becca: Nice.

Over the course of our friendship, we've talked about our sexual desires and fantasies a lot. Jake's run the gamut from multiple partners to voyeurism and exhibitionism. We find common ground when talking about domination though...particularly him being the dominator and me being the submissive. I'm very much in charge of everything at my high powered job by day and have a sexless marriage to go home to at night. I've been fantasizing for a while about being someone's fuck toy, to be used, called a slut, and end up covered with hot nasty cum. Jake finds this "hot".

Jake: So I'm going to be in Sacramento for a conference soon.

Becca: We should hang out.

Jake: I have a late flight in but I'm all yours the next evening.

Becca: I'll find something for us to do.

**3 weeks later**

Becca: Bored?

Jake: A little. This presenter isn't the best.

Becca: Sucks. :(

Jake: Yeah.

Becca: What time did you get in?

Jake: I didn't get to my room until about 1:30am and I didn't get much sleep all night.

Becca: Why?

Jake: I kept waking up with a hard-on.

The memory of that picture, with his cock so perfect in his jeans flashes in my mind. Christ.

Becca: What were you dreaming about?

Jake: I don't really remember I just remember it was sexual.

Becca: Wow. How come you didn't do something about it?

Jake: I didn't want to fully wake up but I definitely attended to matters in the morning.

The thought of him stroking his hard cock, hand moving up and down the shaft until he began cumming all over the place gave me chills.

Becca: Nice.

Jake: Gotta go, chat later.

Becca: ciao.

** Later that day **

Jake: Oh hey.

Becca: Hey.

Jake: So I remembered what I dreamed about.

Becca: Do tell.

Jake: It was about you.

What the...

Becca: Oh really?

Jake: Yeah, you were carrying around this giant dildo and I saw the head of it peeking out of your bag.

Becca: LOL!

Becca: Wow.

Jake: Yeah. We're about to take our lunch break, I'll see you this evening. Onebottle Bar right?

Becca: Yep.

Jake: Ok, make sure you bring the big dildo. ;)

Jake disconnected.

I wonder if I can make myself cum in the bathroom at work without anyone noticing...

**Later that evening**

(976) 205-0101: Where's the bar again?

(976) 305-2533: Down the street, first left.

(976) 205-0101: Ok, walking there now.

I can see Jake walking down the street toward my and my heart rate increases. I wave then make sure the thin grey tshirt I purposely wore to accentuate my huge tits is smoothed. He's still just as hot, dressed in a nice button down shirt, dark blue jeans, and brown sandals. I want to do all manner of things to him.

"Hey!"

"Hey princess, it's good to see you."

We embrace and I want to put my hand down his pants, pull out his cock, and swallow his dick right there on the street. I smile at him.

"It's good to see you too, Jake."

"Is this the place?" he asks.

"Yep this is it."

We walk down the barely lit stairway into a speakeasy like bar,

"This place is like an adult movie theater."

"Oh and how do you know what an adult theater looks like," I ask chuckling, knowing the answer.

"I may have gone to one or two," he responds, grinning that fucking gorgeous smile of his.

His frankness about his sexuality is refreshing. Hearing him talk about it though reminds me of conversations where he casually shared with me just how much he enjoys primal, raw animalistic sex that can only be called fucking. The memory is making my pussy thrum with desire.

I will not cheat on my husband. I will not cheat on my husband. I will not cheat on my husband.

We get some very good, very strong drinks from the bar and have a seat opposite one another in two plush leather chairs. The ambiance in the bar oozed sex, dark, lit with sparse rosy candleliight.

"So I remembered the rest of my dream," Jake says after taking a drink. "You were acting very salaciously with the dildo."

"So I'm a size queen in your dreams huh?" I chuckle, knowing that isn't far from reality.

"Heh, yeah. You don't happen to have a big dildo in your purse do you?"

"No," I respond, "I couldn't get one on such short notice."

"That's too bad," he answers.

We talk about mundane things about life and work, our relationships and their issues, catching up like old friends do. Jake went to get us a second round of drinks and then a third..

As he got up for the fourth round of drinks, I was well and truly tipsy and my mind began to play out the different ways this night could go. I could be a good wife and go home to my husband or I could be on my knees in front of Jake in his hotel room letting him fuck my face then shoot his hot load down my throat. My eyes slipped shut as I fantasized about Jake's manhood, about licking his shaft from balls to head then wrapping my thick lips around the head, suckling and flicking my tongue around it before engulfing his entire stiff cock in my mouth, swallowing him until my nose is completely buried in his hair.

"Are you falling asleep?" Jake asks, abruptly breaking me from my reverie.

"No I was just thinking about stuff..." I say, letting my thought wander off.

"Ha, you were falling asleep," he says teasingly, while laughing at me.

"No, I was really thinking," I said, shifting a little so I can feel the wetness of my thongs.

"What were you thinking?"

"Well to be completely honest, I was thinking how much I would love to give you a blow job right now but how bad an idea that is."

"It sounds like a good idea to me," he chuckles.

"Come sit here," I said, motioning to the empty seat on the couch beside me.

He did as I requested and soon I had a bird's eye view of his crotch. I try to take furtive glances to asses his hardness and can swear there is a bulge there.

"So where do we go from here?" Jake asks.

"I don't know, home? I so want to go with you to your hotel room and suck you but I can't cheat on my husband."

"I can masturbate for you," he responds.

Ha. As though I could sit there and just watch him stroke his dick and not join in.

"I don't think that's a good id..."

Suddenly Jake reaches over, grabs my hand and presses it against to his jeans, making me feel his cock. I feel my pussy muscles flex as I take note of how rock hard he is.

"Do you feel that?" he asks, all traces of joking gone from his tone, deadly serious.

"Yes," I mumble.

"Do you want that?" he queries, staring at me intently.

"Yes," I manage to squeak out. My heart is pounding a thousand miles a minute and I fear my wetness is soaking through my jeans.

"Say it," he intones.

I look at him with a question in my eyes.

"Say you want it," he commands, with a look and an edge to his voice that would brook no arguments.

"I want it," I say, knowing it to be true.

"What do you want," his voice making the words more a statement than a question.

"I want your cock," I say, a little too loudly. Thank goodness the place is nearly empty on weeknights.

"Then stop acting like a scared teenage girl and do what you and I both know you want to do. Finish your drink so we can leave."

I chugged my drink, grabbed my purse and stood up. My head was spinning but that had little to do with the alcohol. I settle up the bar tab and we leave the bar, Jake's hardness easily visible to those who are looking for it.

When we get outside, I stop and begin "Jake I don't think..."

He shuts me up by pushing me against a wall and pinching one of my hard nipples through my bra and t-shirt. I moan softly at the pain and pleasure and a wicked grin spreads across his face.

"Stop thinking," he says and takes my hand, leading me to the hotel, just a few steps away.

We cross through the lobby and step into an empty elevator, heading to his room on the 18th floor. Before the doors have completely closed, Jake has my hand down his unbuttoned pants. I feel his manhood and melt a little inside. It's been so long since I've felt a firm dick in my hands.

Jake brings his face very close to mine and whispers "I'm not the only one who has been dreaming. You thought I didn't know you wanted me inside you since the moment you saw me?"

I nod, unable to get any words out.

"Silly girl."

The elevator chimes and the doors open. We step off into the hallway, decorated in standard hotel drab. Jake leads me to his room and slides in the key card, opening the door while nudging me in. The second the door is closed, Jake unzips his pants while instructing me to kneel. He left the curtains open so the room is bathed in moonlight mixed with the soft yellow glow of the lights from the city. I drop my purse on the floor next to the door and do as commanded. 

As I get down to the floor, I hear Jake whisper huskily "Take them off."

I have lost any sense of guilt or wrongdoing by this point and am guided solely by the need to feel his cock in my mouth. I slide his pants down his well defined legs and am surprised to find he isn't wearing anything under them. I take a moment to appreciate his beautiful cock. He is no smaller than seven and a half inches and must be at least five inches around. Perfectly shaped. I bury my face in his crotch. He smells delicious, musky with a slight hint of soap from his shower earlier. I begin to lose myself, massaging his balls while nuzzling my face against his erection which seems to be getting stiffer.

Jake groans and I notice a telltale gleam on the head of his dick. The glisten of precum on his mushroom cap head catches the moonlight, making it almost shimmer.

"Beautiful," I gasp softly, barely able to get the word out. My mouth is watering non-stop. I must have it.

I press my tongue firmly against the head and lick the precum off. The salty essence fills my mouth as more precum oozes out of Jake's cock. I wrap my lips around his head and suck, trying to get every little of bit of precum into my mouth, ecstatic that my fantasies are becoming reality. His cock becomes even stiffer and I feel him put his hands on the back of my head.

"Stop fucking around," he grunts and pushes my head nearly all the way down on his shaft.

I nearly gag and nearly manage to take him all into me at once. I can feel his head pushing against the back of my throat as I form my lips into a tight O shape. I suck softly as he withdraws himself from me.

"Fuuuuuuucckkkkk," he groans and pushes himself into me again. I am prepared for it this time. I slightly extend my tongue and allow his stiff member to invade the depths of my throat. No gag this time and I take him all. I can smell his musky scent in his hair and we stay locked in place for a few seconds, the only movement is his cockhead flexing against the walls of my throat.

My pussy is sopping wet. I love this. I want more.

Jake removes his cock from my mouth and I whimper, feeling a sense of loss I didn't even know was imaginable. I guess its written on my face as well because he looks down at me and chuckles.

"You love this shit."

I nod.

"You're a nasty little cumslut, aren't you?"

I nod again, getting even wetter at his dirty talk.

"Take your top off cumslut, I want to see your tits."

I do as told and remove my t-shirt. The deep cleavage of my ample breasts nestled in their black lace bra presents itself for his inspection.

"Jesus," he says after losing over half his hand in the cleavage. "I want to titty fuck you but not right now. Open your mouth."

He pushes himself into me and I make the O again. This time he doesn't go as deep and he finds a tempo that suits him while fucking my face. i cup his balls in my hand and use my tongue to massage his shaft on every stroke. I feel his balls begin to tighten and he lets go of my head.

"You do it," he says and I am happy to oblige.

I engulf his entire cock in my mouth, intent on covering it with my saliva. I pull back then wrap my hand around his shaft and bring my mouth down to meet my hand. I begin working my hand and mouth up and down his dick, rotating them both in opposite directions and while letting my lips suckle his head on the upstroke.

Jake is moaning loudly by now.

"Jesus woman," he pants.

"You're such...a..good..."

I let go of his dick and use only my mouth to suck him. I wrap my hand around him and slip my wet middle finger into his ass.

"SHIT!" he yells loudly as I massage his prostate.

"Fuck, you dirty...little...you're going to make...me..."

I suck harder and faster, wanting, needing his cum in my mouth. I want it so badly, I've been dreaming of tasting it for so long.

His balls clench even tighter. His cock, his magnificent cock, twitches and flexes in my mouth and I know.

"I'm cumUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..." he screams, grabbing my head again and shoving his cock down my throat., He is pumping his delicious seed directly into my stomach but of course some gets into my mouth. It tastes lovely, surprisingly non bitter, just a little salty. Not too thin, not too thick, just perfect. I knew it would be.

I pull my head back, wanting to see him cum.

I grasp his cock as it's still jerking from shooting cum and try to point it directly at my cleavage. Cum gets on my face but I don't mind. He wasn't wrong when he called me a cumslut, that's exactly what I am.

He continues shooting his sticky gooeyness all over my tits and I marvel at how much cum he has built up. Soon my tits are coated in his sperm and his dick begins to soften. I gently lick the excess cum off his shaft and suckle the last drop from his head. So good.

"How wet are you," Jake asks as I clean his cum off my tits, scooping it up and sucking it off my fingers.

"Soaked," I respond in between sucks.

"I want to feel it."

I stop eating his cum and beckon him over. I begin to undo my pants when my purse buzzes. I get up quickly and grab my phone.

(976) 555-4321: Are you coming home tonight?

As reality begins to come back to me, the door to Jake's room opens suddenly and his 5'11" olive skinned coworker with a shaved head comes in.

"Jake where ha..." Xander stops his sentence abruptly as he notices me, covered in cum sitting on the nearest of the two double beds.

"Sorry my bad, uh I'll just, um leave, uh..." Xander fumbles over his words while backing toward the door.

"No, stay," Jake says. "Becca won't mind, in fact, I think she'd love it if you hung out for a while."

I drop my phone, ignoring my husband's query but knowing the answer immediately.



Old Friends



It seems that after many years the two friends had occasion to finally see one another again. Quite clearly there was still a chemistry between them. Although they were sitting in a public area (or perhaps partly because of the location) he could not resist softly stroking the front of her blouse as they sat and talked. Looking at each others faces he could feel her nipple begin to swell. With anxious fingers he began to unbutton her blouse and explore the generous swell of her breast.

Even as he was forced to pause for passerby's, he guided her hand to his swollen cock. He reveled in the feel of her squeezing his hardness through the jeans. As they talked of various things it became obvious that their minds were more on the potential for each other's desires than on any conversation of the moment.

As his fingers opened the blouse enough to slip beneath the cup of the bra and stroke her nipple directly, she commented that they could be arrested for public lewdness! He noted that her fingers were still wrapped around his hard shaft as she said it.

Within moments they were walking up the stairs of a nearby parking garage. Stopping on the walkway between two floors he turns her around and kisses her softly. Their tongues entwine and he cups the fullness of her breasts. She reaches back and releases her bra letting the full weight of her heavy breasts free. He takes a nipple in his mouth and begins to suck it hard. He hears her soft moans growing louder but pays no heed as her nipple begins to grow at a fantastic rate. Soon he has almost an inch of diamond hard pink nipple in his mouth. She doesn't realize how incredibly turned on that long nipples make him but he can feel his cock throbbing harder with each pulse of his heart.

Finally he pulls back and releases the turgid nipple. Mmmm he strokes it's slickness with his fingers and she begins to worry again about being caught by passing cars. After all, they have only to look over towards the stairs to see him sucking her gorgeous breasts.

He pushes gently on her shoulders and she sits on the steps. He follows her, standing over her legs with his groin at face level. There is no hesitation as he quickly unzips and reaches inside his jeans to draw forth his swollen cock and balls. She quickly reaches for him saying something about his being ready and immediately engulfs him. 

The feel of her hot wet mouth sliding over his cock in soooo very good. He looks down and sees that she has taken him fully. His cock is sliding between her lips and he is watching her face. Her eyes are closed as she drinks in the essence of his feel and taste. He know that it won't be long before she is swallowing his thick salty cum. 

He runs his fingers through her hair and softly fucks her face as she sucks him. They both know that they could be discovered at any moment. He watches a woman walking across the parking garage to her car as he feels the jizz rising in his balls. The feel of her mouth is simply unbelievable. She is washing his entire cock in warm saliva and precum while applying a constant suction. He finds himself wishing that she was naked beneath him and that he had access to her long pink nipples while he slid into her throat. With a moan of his own, he speaks softly, "baby, I'm gonna cum." 

There is no slowing or release from the sucking pleasure as he feels his balls surge upward and fill her mouth with hot white jizz. He feels the spurts, one after the other, as they shoot into the back of her throat and finally to the base of her tongue. He feels her swallow as a loud whistle sounds. 

Although he can't see the source, it's likely that they have overstayed their safety margin. He tucks himself back into his jeans, still wet from her mouth and they descent the stairs as she tells him, "Now that I've had a taste, what am I to do this afternoon?"



Old Friends



The clouds looked like there was going to be a cloudburst. Since Jason owned a convertible, he ran quickly outside to put the hood over his car. He had barely reentered his house, when all of a sudden, the floodgates open and buckets of rain poured onto the dry, cracked Earth. 

As he was watching outside, he noticed a pair of headlights. Curious, but being careful not to get soaked, he sneaked a peek outside to see the owner and the car. For a moment, he couldn't believe his eyes. He thought he recognized his old friend, Lisa McCall from high school. What was she doing in his neighborhood, he wondered. Not knowing the answer, but wanting to help, he pulled an umbrella from his hallway closet and dashed outside to help.

Lisa, blond, in her mid to late 20's, was still struggling with the car. Her battery died just shortly before the rain began, causing problems. Jason ran up and helped her push the car out of a mud hole.

"Thanks...Jason?" she asked, suddenly recognizing her rescuer.

"Yes. How's it going, Lisa?" Jason replied, oblivious to the fact that they were getting pounded by the rainstorm.

"Fine, except for the fact that I'm soaked," she laughed.

"Oops. Maybe we should continue this in my house," Jason suggested. She agreed and they both dashed back to his Victorian-style home. Of course, them being soaked, water was dripping on the rug that was situated in front of the door. Jason ran to his room and fetched his bathrobe.

"Here. You can wear this while your clothes dry. I'll find something else to change into," Jason offered.

"Thanks. Where can I change?" Lisa asked. Jason pointed to the hall bathroom and she went there to change. A few minutes later, he had changed and had started up the fireplace to bring heat into the room. Shortly, Lisa came out, dressed in nothing, but his white, bathrobe. He had forgotten how sexy she had been in high school. After they had both sat down, they turned, looked at each other, and smiled. He turned, gave her a quick kiss on the lips and then turned back.

Surprised, and deep down happy, Lisa thought for a minute and then turned to him and gave him a longer kiss on the lips. Soon, she was tugging on his shirt and he was tugging on the bathrobe. She lifted his shirt up and undid his belt, causing his brown shorts to drop to the floor. In response, he undid the bathrobe and soon they were both nude.

"Jason, I must confess. I've always wanted you to put your manhood into me. I've always wanted to be your sex partner," she said as she put her own hands over her breasts to tempt Jason. Jason could no longer resist and took her into his harms and they both had a wild, long kiss. He then picked her up and carried her to his bedroom and laid her gently on the bed. Then he crawled on top and inserted his cock into her pussy and began to pound away.

"Uh...oh...Jason! More! More!" Lisa cried in ecstasy as he increased his rate of pounding. Soon, sweat was pouring from both of them, but they were too involved in sex to worry about. They switched positions and she rode him, groaning in pleasure. This gave Jason an opportunity to grope her breasts and this continued for a while longer. Soon, they were tired and fell asleep.



Old Friends



The week went by quickly, on Wednesday there was $1000.00 deposited in the girls account and they purchased the tickets to go home and still had money left to purchase among other things their outfits for the party. They never wanted anybody to know that they were as well off as they were, but they had never worried about money since the were born. Before their father had gone to prison, he had been a gynecologist with a very exclusive clientele. The twin used to laugh about all the women's pussy's he kept in working order for their husbands and lover's and earned so much money doing it. They had always wanted him to do their examinations but he had always deferred to another doctor.

Any way, they were in the airport getting ready to board the plane back to Savannah when they met one of Johnny's friends that had been to the house before, and they began talking. His name was Malcolm and he was retired and he told the girls he was headed to Savannah to go to the party their mother was having for a few of Johnny's old friends. The told him they were headed home to help with the party and they went to the bar to get a drink before they boarded their plane. Malcolm told them he was very glad to see both of them, asked what they had been up to and said he couldn't wait to see their Mama again. When he went to refresh their drinks, Kim looked at Kassidy, and asked "Want to invite him to stay at the house tonight? Mama wouldn't care and I'm horny anyway." 

Kassidy said "Sounds good to me. I love the way he looks, very distinguished. We can show him what to look forward to Kim." And they both giggled.

Kim knew Kassidy was feeling better, in fact her ass didn't even have any trace of redness, she had looked very closely that morning before class. Malcolm came back with the drinks and first Kim, then Kassidy kissed him and ran their tongues into his mouth before asking if he would like to spend the night at their house. Malcolm said he already had reservations, but he would cancel them and agreed.

Kim said she would make it worth his while for losing the money at the hotel, as she rubbed his thigh.

The loudspeaker called the flight number and they left and headed for the boarding gate.

On the flight, they sat next to each other in coach and both of them kept running their hands into each other when they were feeling his crotch. They giggled a lot on the way to Savannah. Malcolm just enjoyed himself. He wondered how Lynne was, he had fucked her a couple of times when he had stayed at their house, and he knew about her past from Johnny, but he really had a lot of love for her, as did most of Johnny's old friends, and they were dwindling. He was already 71 and most of the friends were either in their late 60's of early 70's they had been together since the early 50's when they were in high school together and they had kept in touch all that time. There were 15 of them now and the number decreased all the time. When Lynne had called him, he jumped at the chance to see everybody again and also looked forward to seeing her, but he didn't realize that her daughters were going to be part of the festivities she had planned for them, and he couldn't be more happy. It seemed that they were just like their mother, beautiful loving sluts who happened to like black men, and these two were only in their early twenties. It was going to be a helluva party, he thought.

When they landed in Savannah, they rented a car at Hertz to get them to the house, again they asked Malcolm if he would like to ride with them. He told them he would be forever grateful and they loaded up together. Malcolm sat in the back seat and Kim drove. It was about 30 miles to their house so the time went fairly quickly. Kim's mouth was watering just thinking about the party tomorrow night and she wanted something soon to quench her desire for cock. She looked at Kassidy and mouthed the words "I've got to have some cock." Kassidy burst out laughing and Malcolm asked what was wrong and she told him nothing, she just thought about something.

They arrived at the house and they all went up to the door together. Kim grabbed the door knob and entered. She put her finger to her lips and everyone was quiet, then she headed to find her mother. She started up the stairs and Kassidy followed, being quiet all the way. They looked in the bathroom, in their room, their mother's room and finally they came to the guest room. They looked in and saw the Lynne with her back to them, naked and between the outspread legs of another woman, The noises they heard were the unmistakable sounds of orgasm. The other person on the bed looked up and saw them as she was in the throes of orgasm and they noticed at once how beautiful the green eyes that was looking back at them were.

Jennifer slowly recovered and said, "I think your daughters are home."

Lynne lifted her face from between Jennifer's legs and looked back to see her daughters, her face glistening with the juices from Jennifer's cunt. Kim bent down and kissed her mother, tasting the juice on her face. She playfully licked at her face and said, "Who's your friend Mama?"

Lynne said, "Kim, Kassidy this is Jennifer, Jennifer, my daughters Kim and Kassidy." 

Kassidy kissed her mother and then hugged Jennifer and said, "Nice to meet you."

Kim looked hard at Jennifer's pussy and then reached down and hugged her. "Very nice to meet you, Jennifer" and she put her lips to Jennifer's and ran her tongue into Jennifer's mouth as she reached down, ran her fingers into her cunt. 

Jennifer kissed Kim back deeply, their tongues dancing with each other. When they broke their kiss, Jennifer said, "I think I'm going to like your daughters, Lynne."

Kassidy said, "Mama, I wasn't sure you were bi, but I think it's great. By the way, we brought somebody home with us. We met him at the airport in Charlotte and we told him he could stay with us until the party tomorrow night."

"That's all right Kassidy, where did you leave him?"

"Downstairs, we didn't know what you were up to."

"Let's go down and say hello then."

Kassidy took Lynne by the hand and they started to leave, until Jennifer said, "Aren't you forgetting your clothes?"

Lynne said, "No, I was going this way."

Jennifer laughed. Kim said "I think I'll stay here and wait for you" and she looked into Jennifer's eyes.

Lynne and Kassidy headed downstairs and Kim took Jennifer in her arms and held her close and kissed her passionately. Jennifer kissed her back with a raging enthusiasm and she began to help Kim to remove her clothes. Kim thought to herself how much she liked those green eyes, and that hairy bush, and she looked forward to making love to her.

Jennifer lay back and Kim began to work her way down her body, licking her neck, over her upper breasts and then to her nipples. She took Jennifer's right nipple in her mouth and sucked lightly at first and then deeply, and Jennifer moaned. Kim's hand found it's way to Jennifer's pussy and she wet her fingers as she sucked her tit. Kim moved to the left tit and she began to suck on it's nipple, she bit down a bit and Jennifer moaned again and Kim trailed her fingers along Jennifer's slit until she rested against the puckered anus. She pushed her finger into Jennifer's ass and felt her squirm as she began to run her finger in and out of her body. She pulled here finger out and put it to her mouth and sucked, wetting it and tasting Jennifer's sweet ass, she reached back down and inserted it into Jennifer's ass again, this time up to the second knuckle. She looked at Jennifer and they kissed. Kim began working her way down Jennifer's body again her tongue licking a trail until she came to her navel, she ran her tongue into the navel and Jennifer again moaned deeply and her legs spread wider. Kim could already smell sex, and enjoyed the smell of Jennifer's cunt. She looked at her and saw how wet she was, from her own juices and her mother's tonguing. Her hand parted the pubic hair and she saw Jennifer's clitoris for the first time and her tongue flicked out and touched it, it was already engorged with blood and began her onslaught.

Kim pulled her finger from Jennifer and grabbed both ass cheeks as she dove into her pussy. Her nose was deep in Jennifer's cunt and she was lapping at her clit and the lips of her cunt. Jennifer grabbed Kim's ass and brought her to her. Kim swung her leg up and over Jennifer's head and her open pussy was just above Jennifer's face, she lowered herself and Jennifer began to repay Kim for the attention she was getting.

The two of them were locked in a 69 position and they were going to town. They rolled together and the positions changed but their faces remained deep in each others pussy. Kim cried out and flooded Jennifer with her orgasm and that triggered Jennifer to have her second orgasm in the last twenty minutes, and they lay in the position and continued to lick each others pussy.

Kassidy said "Damn, looks like you two got to know each other quick."

Jennifer looked up to see Lynne, Kassidy and Malcolm standing there. She smiled at Kassidy and said, "Yea, and she tastes good too."

They all laughed and Jennifer rolled off Kim and Kim said, "Malcolm, come here, I want to suck your cock." 

Malcolm walked over to the bed and pulled his cock out and offered it to her. Kim got on her elbows and took his cock in her hand and fed it into her mouth. Kassidy took off her clothes and knelt in front of Malcolm, she began to lick his balls as Kim was sucking his cock. 

Jennifer sat up and Lynne sat down next to her. Both of them watched as the twins worked Malcolm's cock and balls over. Jennifer said, "The girls are just like you, Lynne, and they look like you." She whispered in Lynne's ear, "But she doesn't eat cunt as good as you" and she ran her tongue into Lynne's ear, and held her tit in her hand. They kissed and their tongues explored each other's mouth. 

Malcolm grunted and they looked over just in time to see Kim get a mouth full of his hot white sperm. Kassidy had one of his balls in her mouth and some of his sperm dripped from Kim's mouth down her chin and onto Kassidy's forehead. When Malcolm had finished Kim bent down and licked the sperm from her sisters forehead, and kissed her and their tongues swirled around one another. 

Malcolm sat in the chair and looked at the women. He watched as Kim began to work her tongue over Kassidy's body. Kassidy was laying on her stomach, watching Jennifer and her mother kiss. Kim was running her hands over her back and ass. She knew what this meant. Kim was in one of her horny moods and she was about to have her ass eaten and she relaxed as she felt Kim push her ass cheeks apart, and moaned as she felt her sister's tongue begin to trail down the crack in her ass searching for that puckered hole. 

Lynne looked over at Kassidy and she ran her finger into Jennifer's cunt, then pulled them out and offered them to Kassidy. Kassidy took her mother's finger in her mouth and licked them clean. Lynne repeated this 4 or 5 times then Kassidy moaned as she felt her sister bury her tongue deep in her ass. Jennifer moved her ass down closer and put a leg on each side of Kassidy's head. Lynne moved behind her and held a breast with each hand, Jennifer moved a little more and her pussy was in Kassidy's face, so she took her tongue out and began to lick Jennifer's pussy. 

Watching all of this got to Malcolm and he stood and removed his clothes and offered his cock to Jennifer and she took it in her mouth and began to suck him. It didn't take long for him to begin to harden again, all 7 inches of him. He pulled his cock from her mouth and announced "I need a place to put this."

Kassidy pulled her face from Jennifer's cunt and told him, "Fuck me in the ass, Kim has it already for you."

Kim pulled her tongue out of her sisters ass and grabbed Malcolm's cock. He walked behind Kassidy, Kim took him into her mouth and tasted him, then spread her sister's ass cheeks with one hand and guided him with the other, he pressed against her puckered hole and pushed forward, Kassidy moaned into Jennifer's pussy and relaxed as she felt his cock slide into her ass. 

Lynne reached for Kim's hand and pulled her to her. Kim went to her mother, and they kissed. Lynne pushed on her daughter's shoulders and Kim crawled between her legs and kissed the place where she had entered this world, her mothers wide open lips to her pussy. She tasted her mother for the first time, and she cried with joy. Jennifer cried she was going to cum and Lynne watched as she covered her other daughter's face with her cum. Kim meanwhile was eating Lynne's cunt, wondering what it would be like to eat her mother's ass. Kassidy cried out she was going to cum and Lynne looked at her as she went through her orgasm. She looked up at Malcolm and he winked at her. He continued to fuck Kassidy's ass for the next ten minutes, then he pulled his cock from her and went to Lynne's side and offered it to her. 

Lynne opened her mouth and began to suck Malcolm's cock, she looked at his pubic hair and remembered Johnny, and she enjoyed the feeling the tongue on her clit. Malcolm began fucking Lynne in the mouth when she felt the orgasm shake her body and knew her daughter was tasting her cum. Malcolm's balls were hitting her chin as he fucked her mouth, and Kassidy and Jennifer were laying next to them kissing. Kim pulled her face from Lynne's cunt and watched as Malcolm increased his tempo, announced he was going to cum and pulled his cock from Lynne's mouth and jacked off in her face. Lynne held her mouth open and got quite a bit of his sperm in her mouth, but he still had streams of it running down her face and Jennifer leaned over and licked the excess off before she kissed Lynne and shared the last little bit with her.

Jennifer looked forward to the party tomorrow night, but she knew she still had some things to do before that.



Old Friends



It could have been the very worst of a very bad situation. Meeting an old girlfriend just at a time when I was having major marital problems myself. As it was, the meeting was very fortuitous, or at least, so I later found out.

I had just had one hell of a fight with my wife over the telephone about her "laying over" on her business flight to Dallas. It was Friday night and I was still at work, very horny and feeling sorry for myself. As I slammed the phone down I couldn't help but think, "Well, fuck her. I hadn't had sex in more than a month anyway. I guess a few more days without a piece of ass won't kill me. Maybe I could turn into a monk." I couldn't help but wonder if she was getting any.

I put on my coat and stormed out of my office in a foul mood and headed for the local gin mill on the next street. As I rounded the corner of the building, I ran headlong into Gail, knocking her flat on her ass. 

I didn't recognize her at first and was just about to say something crude when she smiled up at me and said, "Well, Ed, I was going to look you up but I hadn't planned on meeting you quite like this."

I was apologizing profusely as I helped her to her feet. "Sorry, my mind was somewhere else. How have you been? I thought you moved away. It must be at least seven years since I saw you, just before Jenny and I got married."

I didn't remember her being quite this attractive. I was taking in her beauty and shapely figure when she said, "I'm fine. I just moved back to town so I thought I would look you up. You don't look too happy."

"Well, I have a few problems of my own right now. But enough about me, what about you?" She was becoming more beautiful by the minute. How did I ever let her get away? I guess she got pissed when I started dating her best friend.

Her smile was breathtaking when she said, "Are you on your way somewhere? Should I call your office and make an appointment?" 

"No, no not at all. I can take care of you anytime." Boy, could I take care of her! I never did get in her pants when we were dating, but maybe I could make up for that shortcoming now. 

She and Jenny, my wife, had been roommates in college. I met Gail first and we went out a few times but she just didn't respond to the sexual needs of a very virile, 21 year old, man at the height of his sexual development. Jenny, on the other hand, was every bit as horny as I was. We were very compatible back then. I wonder what happened to us and just when the sexual fires went out. 

I tried to make small talk while I figured out a way to get her into bed. "What brings you back here after all these years?"

"I don't know if you knew, but my husband was much older than me. He was very sick for a long time. He finally passed away six months ago and I just wanted to get in touch with some of my old friends. I assume that you and Jenny are still as hot as ever."


I wasn't quite sure what she meant by that but, then, they had been roommates, so maybe she knew more about me than I suspected. "Well, not as "hot" as we once were but still slugging along. Jenny is out of town and I am on my own. Will you join me for a drink and dinner?" 

"I don't think that would be wise without Jenny. I better get back to my hotel ---"

I was obviously disappointed but my cell phone's incessant ringing interrupted our conversation before I could protest. "Excuse me for just a moment, I'll get rid of whoever this is." I answered the call and then told her, "Well, it may be that our problem is solved. That was Jenny. She caught an earlier flight and is at the airport. She is dying to see you so why can't we pick her up and then have dinner?"

Gail agreed so off we went. At the airport there was a reunion that started with laughter, hugging and kissing and finally broke down into tears. Over dinner I was almost left out of the conversation but did manage to convince Gail to check out of the hotel and stay with us while she was in town.

By the time we had collected our guest's bags and arrived home, everybody was feeling the effect of the before dinner cocktails, the meal, the two bottles of wine and the after dinner aperitifs. The girls were whispering and giggling in a conspiratorial way. They left me to bring in the bags while they both went into the guest bathroom.

After I had stowed the luggage, I rapped lightly on the door and Jenny called out, "We will be out in a few minutes. Go take a bath, and be sure to shave."

Since bathing and shaving were usually a prerequisite to having sex with her, I jumped to obey with a smile on my face and anticipation in my – ah -- heart. 

I was standing at the mirror in our bathroom, freshly shaven, with a towel wrapped around me, rinsing away the last of the mouthwash when she came in wearing a sheer teddy that I hadn't seen before. She slipped her hands around me from behind and rested her head on my shoulder. Her cool hands on my chest made my nipples, among other things, hard. 

"Did you miss me?" Without waiting for an answer, she slipped her hand down under the towel. "MM it feels like you did."

When I turned around and took her in my arms the towel fell, leaving me nude, my dick sticking straight out. I started to kiss her but she pushed back and said, "I want you to do me a big favor."

I was so horny, I would have done anything she asked. I picked her up in my arms, started for the bedroom and said, "Anything you want."

I dropped her to her feet and tried to cover my erection. There in the middle of our bed with the sheet pulled up to her chin was Gail.

"That's the favor. I want you to have sex with Gail. She hasn't been with a man for a long time, more than a year, and she needs some. We talked about it and you are our logical choice."

What could I say? "Of course, if that's what you want," but I wasn't sure. This was not like Jenny at all. Usually she got jealous if I even casually talked to another woman at a party. 

She giggled a little. "Well, slip in beside her. We can see you are already ready." She held up the sheet and, even in the dim light, I could see that Gail was nude.

She edged over a little to let me in and to my surprise; Jenny eased in behind me, using my unusual position to grab my dick. "See, Gail, I told you he would do it and no matter what else, he is very good in bed."

Jenny took over. Like a maestro conducting a symphony, she led us through the finer movements of intercourse. She threw the sheet back and had me suckle on Gail's beautiful breast with the big, hard, golden nipple. I was lost in the seduction and without any instructions, I slid down to partake of the ambrosia that I was sure awaited me. All this time, Jenny was fondling and caressing my balls and penis. I had barely touched Gail's pussy with my mouth when she was overtaken by a tremendous orgasm.

"Now, let her get on top of you and sit on your thing." Jenny was guiding the action like an expert, pushing and arranging us into position. She was also fondling both my balls and Gail's breasts as Gail settled herself on my meat. "Ooo, it makes me very hot, to see you fucking her. Can I sit on your mouth?"

How could I say no? Two of the most desirable women I had ever known, having sex with me at the same time. The soft shroud of Gail's pussy encasing my cock and the delicious taste of Jenny's familiar cunt teasing my lips was rapture. My tongue was gently flicking against Jenny's protruding clit while my hard dick slid in and out of Gail. I suddenly realized that the two girls were leaning toward each other and I think they were kissing. The thought blew my mind and I was rapidly approaching climax when Jenny pushed her box hard against my face and flooded me with her juice. The way Gail was moaning, I knew she wasn't far behind. She had her second orgasm at almost the same moment I had my first. Her talented cunt squeezed in and out, milking me of the last few drops of my semen.

We collapsed in a pile of arms, legs, breasts, pussies and one very proud, very spent, penis. I drifted off into a sleep that was almost a coma. Sometime through the night, I awoke to go to the toilet and when I returned I could see, by the dim night-light, the two women asleep in each other's arms. Jenny was flat on her back with Gail nestled close to her. I did notice that Gail's hand was cupping Jenny's beast.

I had barely fallen asleep when I had a most erotic sensation. It felt like someone was nursing on my soft penis. I awoke to find it was true! (Except my penis was no longer soft.) Gail looked up at me and whispered, "Shush, just lay still and be quiet. We don't want to wake Jenny."

I did as instructed but I had a lot of trouble keeping quiet near the end. Her mouth was like a soft vacuum, sucking my mind out through the end of my cock. Every movement of her tongue brought an involuntary gasp from me. She continued to suckle until I blew out and went completely soft again. She must have swallowed every drop. I think I was relieved when she declined my offer to reciprocate and went back to cuddle close against Jenny while I lapsed back into my unconscious state.

Dawn was just breaking through the window when movements from the other side of the bed disturbed me. I awoke to the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Gail was on her back, her head on a pillow and her legs, bent at the knees, were spread wide. Jenny was on her knees at the end of the bed, her ass high in the air and her face pressed hard into her friend's pussy. Gail's withering and moaning in ecstasy had awakened me.

Jenny could see that I was awake, and without loosing her place at Gail's box lunch, motioned toward her own ass with her hand. The hand then went between her legs and started fingering her pussy. I was proud that I was, once again, "up" to the challenge as I took my place behind her. I plugged into Jenny's welcoming pussy and began long, slow, in and out strokes. Although this was one of my favorite positions, I hadn't fucked Jenny like this in a long time. With my hands on her hips, I was able to hold almost still and push and pull her body back and forth on my hard dick.

Gail was so wrapped up with what was happening to her, I don't think she even knew what was going on until she went over the edge and had a world-class orgasm. I continued pushing Jenny on and off of my rigid pole, sliding her so far away that there was danger of my meat falling out and then slamming home so hard my balls made a slapping sound against her thighs. I could still feel her hand massaging her clit, moving her ever closer to the magical land of climax. She had quit eating Gail's pussy and was just accepting my rod sliding in and out of her. I could feel her passion rising as she came closer and closer to culmination of our union. The question was could I continue until she did, or would I shoot my load too soon, leaving her unfulfilled? She soon answered the question by having an orgasm that left her wiggling and whimpering. It was all I needed and I filled her box with pulse after pulse of my seed.

Everybody crashed out again and it was well after noon when I woke in an empty bed to the aroma of coffee brewing and bacon frying. Jenny came in while I was showering and said, "We thought you could use some real food to eat and, by the way, be sure to shave."

Copyright © 04-06-2002 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author.



Old Friends



Michelle was frustrated. Her husband was overseas on business, leaving her to roam their big house alone.

James had been gone a month, and wouldn't return for another month. She loved her husband, or thought she did, but she was getting antsy and unsure of things. Their sex life had been declining lately, supposedly because of the demands of his work, and now this separation was leaving her lonely and unfulfilled. Michelle suspected that James wasn't going without sex while he was in London, but she lived a pretty isolated life in their secluded suburb. She didn't work, so her opportunities to meet people were limited, and the few men she did encounter failed to do anything for her. 

In her husband's absence, she had made liberal use of her vibrator. While that helped, she craved a human touch. She couldn't understand why James had begun to turn away from her, but he certainly had. She wasn't bad looking at all. In fact, she had always been complimented on her looks, but she had never considered herself sexy, perhaps because she'd always been shy and very insecure around men. She had lucked into her relationship with James, and had been stunned when he'd asked her to marry him. All of her friends at college had marveled over the fact that she'd landed such a go-getter, a fact that he was using against her more and more.

Michelle found herself in her bedroom, where she happened to pass the full-length mirror that hung on her closet door. She stopped for a moment to assess her looks. She was in her early 30s, with a tall, slender build. She kept her dark brunette hair cut very short, the better to frame her large blue eyes, which contrasted notably with the olive complexion she had inherited from her mother, who was a full-blooded Italian. Her breasts were small, but sat up high and proud without much support.

At that moment, her reverie was interrupted by the ringing of the telephone. "Hey good looking, what are you up to," said the voice at the other end of the line. Michelle felt a thrill run over her. It was her old friend Allison from college. They had been roommates for two years at their sorority, and best friends before that, and they had stayed in touch ever since. They had been extremely close as coeds, and, in fact, it had been Allison who had introduced her to James.

"Hey girl, I'm doing just fine. What about you?" Michelle answered. "To what to I owe the pleasure of this call?" 

"I'm in town on business, I've got some free time, and I'd really like to see you guys," Allison said. 

"Well, James is overseas for a couple of months, but I'd love to," Michelle said. 

Allison grinned lustfully at this news as she kicked back in the chair in her hotel room. How perfect. She was done with her business for the day, and she wanted to see her old roomie, catch up on old times and maybe, just maybe, make the move she'd been hesitant to make back in their college days.

After a little small talk, they agreed to meet at the hotel bar where Allison was staying. Michelle hung up the phone and tried to get a handle on her tumultuous feelings. She had often fantasized about having sex with another woman, and most of the time Allison had been the subject of those fantasies, and why not? Allison just oozed sex appeal. She was nearly as tall as she was, a couple of inches under six feet, with long wavy blonde hair and a curvy body that could stop traffic.

Moreover, Allison had always encouraged Michelle and had always gone out of her way to boost her self-esteem. Under Allison's influence, Michelle had become more positive about herself and more self-assured. Still, Michelle had often envied Allison for her sexiness and the ease with which she attracted men. In fact, she had often been vaguely jealous of the attention men paid to her roommate, and had decided long after they had gone their separate ways that if Allison had ever made a pass at her, she wouldn't have turned her away. But she never had, despite their obvious mutual attraction.

Now, however, Allison had invited her to come into the city for drinks and dinner that evening, and Michelle wasn't sure what would happen, or what she wanted to happen. Would Allison try to seduce her? And if she did, how would she respond? What would happen if Allison didn't make an attempt? Would she be even more frustrated? Or was she letting her imagination go too far?

Michelle decided to let events take their course, and see how it flowed. As the time drew near, she drew a bath to relax and prepare for the evening. As the warm water covered her body, she felt herself getting hot between her legs. She'd gone too long without sex, and it was getting to her. Sex hadn't been a big motivator in her life as a youth, but once she'd gotten used to it and learned to enjoy it, she found she missed it when she went a significant period of time without it.

On impulse, she decided to shave her pussy. She'd done it once before, and James' reaction had been very favorable. Indeed, he'd fucked her twice in succession right there in the bathtub after she did it. But it had been a pain to keep it shaved, and she'd eventually let her hair grow back. Sitting upon the side of the tub, she soaped herself and bladed the dark pubes until she was naked as a schoolgirl between her legs.

The feeling was so intense that she had to frig herself right then. Lying back in the tub, she spread her legs and began to rub her clit with her fingers, then she pulled her pussy open and began to finger her cunt. She plunged two fingers into her steamy hole, while rolling her swollen, throbbing clit with the index finger of her other hand. Faster and faster she went, and as she did the mental image of Allison floated in her mind. That brought her ever closer to a welcome orgasm. Arching her back, she lifted her crotch out of the water and came hard on her hands.

Surprisingly, she felt invigorated by her climax, and found herself ready for more. She knew then that she would be very disappointed if she didn't end up in Allison's bed that night. Climbing out of the water, she dried off and selected her attire for the evening. She decided on a two-piece pinstriped outfit, with a tight miniskirt that hung low on her hips and a matching top that fit tightly around her torso and fit around her neck like a halter-top. The outfit left just enough of her midriff exposed in a very sexy manner, and was tight enough to support her small tits without need for a bra. She wore a thin pair of black bikini panties and her favorite pair of black sandals.

Allison, too, had chosen her outfit with care. She wore a short, tight blue skirt with a matching jacket, thin silk blouse, very business-like. Underneath, she had selected a matched set. Her bra was thin, just enough to keep her pendulous breasts from flopping too much when she walked, and clasped in front. She had decided on a pair of stockings with a garter belt and thin, g-string panties. She had no doubt about how she wanted this night to end, with her old roommate splayed across her bed in sexual ecstasy. Allison had always been attracted to women, and had been introduced to lesbian sex by a colleague at her first job. She had taken to pussy like a fish to water, and had always regretted that she'd never acted on her desire for Michelle, who she had always thought was one of the sexiest women she'd ever met, even if Michelle herself never realized it.

She still occasionally enjoyed men, but had really come to prefer women, and that was one reason why she'd never married. So she had jumped at the opportunity to make this business trip, and was gratified to find that Michelle would be visiting her alone. She had talked enough with her old friend over the years to know that Michelle was increasingly unhappy in her marriage, and she had found out why. Her company had business dealings with James' company, and she had made a few discrete inquiries about James, learning, as she had suspected, that he ran around on Michelle pretty openly. That knowledge had made her extremely angry, and regretful that she'd hooked them up. Michelle deserved better, and Allison was hoping to take advantage of the situation.

Allison was sipping a glass of wine at the bar when Michelle arrived. She felt her stomach do a back flip when she saw her friend, and the outfit she was wearing. "You look great," Allison said. "You look better than you ever did in school. What's your secret?" Michelle blushed at the compliment, and told Allison that she looked good as well. They ordered a round of drinks and spent the next hour or so catching up on old times. It was like the years just fell away as they relaxed in each other's company.

Soon, they moved to the restaurant, where they sat across from each other, each eying the other in a flirtatious manner, but neither one making a blatant move. After dinner, they ordered a second bottle of wine and sat back in their seats. It's now or never, Allison thought to herself. She had taken her jacket off, the better to entice Michelle with her wonderful breasts. Her stiffening nipples poked through the front of her bra, which was visible as a dim blue stripe through the white silk blouse. For her part, Michelle could hardly keep from pulling her skirt up and fingering her wet pussy at the sight and presence of her sexy friend. Her thin panties were already soaked with the juice of her arousal.

Nervously, Allison took the plunge. "So, how's your sex life?" she asked. "It's not so good at home, but things might be looking up," Michelle answered pointedly, giving Allison an even stare. Allison was floored. She'd been worried about finding the right opening, about possibly turning her friend away, and now Michelle – shy, insecure Michelle – had all but made the first move.

And Michelle wasn't done. The wine had made her bold, and now she said what had been on her mind for years. "You know, I've thought about you a lot over the years," said Michelle. "I can't tell you how many times I've thought about burying my face in your tits, about eating your pussy and making you come. I've always thought you were the sexiest person in the world, and now I want to act on those feelings. We'll never have a better opportunity than right now."

Allison couldn't believe it. Excitement coursed through her body, and she ran a stocking-clad toe up Michelle's bare leg under the tablecloth, until she reached Michelle's crotch. She arched her eyebrows as she felt the wetness of Michelle's panties. "I've wanted you for a long time," Allison whispered. "I want to teach you everything there is to know about female love. I'm going to make you feel like you've never felt. C'mon, let's go."

The two women were in a daze as they left the restaurant with their half-empty bottle of wine and headed for the elevators. As soon as the doors closed on the elevator and they were alone, Allison pulled Michelle to her in a long-awaited embrace. Their lips met and they kissed with rising passion. Their two tongues grappled together, their breathing quickened and their hands roamed over each other's body.

At the 11th floor, they got out of the elevator and walked hand-in-hand to Allison's suite. As the door closed, the two women embraced again, kissing passionately. Allison ran her snake-like tongue down Michelle's neck and thrilled at the moan of desire that escaped Michelle's lips. She ran her hands over Michelle's breasts, then reached behind her and slowly unbuttoned the top. She stepped back as Michelle's tits came into view, then filled her hands with the hot swollen flesh. She took one nipple between her thumb and index finger and was delighted when the dark nipple swiftly grew erect.

Michelle reached down and began to knead Allison's silk-covered tits with both hands, squeezing them in rhythmic fashion. Their mouths met again and they kissed as they began removing the rest of their clothes. Michelle quickly unbuttoned and removed Allison's blouse, while Allison unzipped Michelle's skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

"God, you are so sexy," Allison breathed as she drank in the sight of her friend, naked except for her panties. She ran her hands over Michelle's small firm tits, then lowered her head and sucked one of the brown nipples into her mouth, kissing and licking the hard little button. Michelle groaned as Allison took her other tit into her mouth and gave it the same treatment as the first one. Back and forth Allison went between the two mounds as Michelle groaned in mounting lust. As she did, Allison slipped her left hand between Michelle's legs and rubbed her pussy through her soaking wet panties.

Allison's skirt quickly joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor, then Michelle reached up and unhooked Allison's bra. As she did, Allison's breasts flowed out into Michelle's hands, the large pink nipples hard and erect. Michelle knew just what to do, and she bent down to lick those gorgeous tits, each in turn. A low moan escaped Allison's lips as Michelle sucked on her nipples. She was pleasantly surprised at how quickly her friend caught on to lesbian sex. She felt a gripping orgasm building in her loins, and she wanted to draw this out, so she reluctantly pulled Michelle's mouth from her tits.

Allison's tits gleamed wetly in the lamplight, and she took them in her hands and rubbed them over Michelle's smaller tits. The feeling nearly drove Michelle insane with lust as their aroused nipples met and they kissed yet again. This time, it was Michelle who snaked a hand up Allison's stocking covered legs, up to the hot pussy that lay between them. Michelle fingered Allison's crotch for a few minutes before Allison pulled away. Walking to the king-sized bed, Allison pulled back the covers and maneuvered Michelle back onto it. Michelle lay back with her legs spread, lust etched on her face. She had never been so hot in her life; certainly James had never made her feel so good.

Gazing down at Michelle, Allison gasped when she felt the bare pussy through the wet, transparent panties. "I did that just for you," Michelle whispered. "I didn't want anything getting in the way."

"You have a beautiful pussy," Allison said softly as she ran her palm over the wet material. "I want to make you come in your panties." Taking the first two fingers of her right hand, she pressed them to the silky panties and rubbed Michelle's clit in a circular motion. Michelle cried out in pleasure at the feeling of the wet silk on her throbbing bud, then she gasped when Allison pulled the gusset of her panties tight and sawed the material between her juicy lips. Faster and faster, Allison rubbed Michelle's pussy, and it took almost no time for a spectacular orgasm to rip through her cunt. Michelle thrust her hips upward as she cried out and her pussy convulsed, filling Allison's hand with a liquid flow.

Allison stepped back long enough to pull her own drenched panties off, then climbed back on the bed, onto her knees beside Michelle. Her cunt dripped with her arousal and her blonde pubic bush was soaked as well. Michelle reached up and ran her hands between Allison's legs, finding her friend's swollen clit. "Yesssss!" Allison hissed as Michelle began to finger her pussy in earnest. "You're a natural."

Michelle glowed with the praise from this woman who had been her friend and was now her lover. Allison had made her come like she'd never come before, and she wanted more. She wanted to do everything there was to do between two women, and she wanted to do it now. She knew how she liked to stroke herself, and she knew instinctively how to stroke another woman. She spread Allison's pussy lips with her fingers and penetrated the slick cunt with two fingers, while stroking her clit with her thumb.

Allison rode Michelle's hand with abandon, her tits swaying as she did. She had been close to cumming for hours at the thought of making love with her friend, and even as the thought crossed her mind, she felt the long-delayed orgasm sweep over her in successive waves. Allison panted and moaned as her climax roared through her, until finally the waves subsided and she fell onto the bed next to her new lover.

Michelle gave Allison a wicked grin as she took her fingers and lasciviously licked off the collected juices. Allison grunted in surprise. "You really are a wicked little wench," Allison said with a laugh. "I always knew you had a sexy streak buried under that shy exterior. I guess you just needed the right environment to bring it out."

"You don't know the half of it," Michelle answered breathlessly. "I'm a long way from being done with you. It's time to really get down to business."

Allison didn't need a road map to know what that meant, so she crawled between Michelle's legs, reached under her butt and pulled the wet panties away from her pussy. She bent down and inhaled the aroma of female arousal as she saw her friend's fully naked cunt for the first time. Michelle lifted her legs in the air as Allison rolled the panties off her pussy and over her thighs. Allison ran her long tongue up the inside of Michelle's thighs, teasing the dripping wet cunt below. Now they had each had an orgasm, they could play and build slowly to another climax, and Allison wanted to play with this woman all night, if possible.

After pulling the panties past her knees and tossing them to the floor, Allison was rewarded when Michelle spread her legs in open invitation and ran her fingers between her bubbling twat to open herself up for her friend's inspection. Allison took the hint, lowering her head to Michelle's crotch until her face was level with Michelle's pussy. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue and swiped it along the sweltering slit in front of her. She did this twice more, then captured Michelle's trembling clit between her lips and sucked it, while plowing two fingers in her twat.

Michelle groaned as Allison began to eat her pussy with licks, kisses and sucks. Allison's mouth was everywhere, licking her clit, tongue-fucking her pussy, sucking her wet lips, and Michelle could feel another huge climax building in her groin. But Allison knew just how to bring her to a boil then back off, stoking her fires ever higher. It was so different from James' fumbling attempts at oral sex. She realized that only a woman truly knew just how to eat another woman's pussy; it was so delicate, yet forceful.

Allison put her hands under Michelle's butt and lifted her hips up to her ravening mouth to get more of the juicy pussy to her mouth, pulling herself up onto her knees as she did. A snake-like feeling of utter abandon ran up and down her spine as she feasted on her friend's hot pussy. She had had plenty of women, but Michelle had one of the tastiest twats she'd ever gotten her mouth on, a juicy, bubbly cunt that knew what it wanted.

Gasping, Michelle pleaded with Allison to swing around so she could do the same thing to Allison. Again, Allison didn't need to be asked twice. Momentarily taking her mouth from Michelle's crotch, she swiveled around, straddled Michelle's head, and using her fingers to open up her pink pussy, lowered herself onto Michelle's waiting mouth. Michelle reached up with her hands to pull Allison's hips toward her face as she took her first taste of pussy. It was divine, and she eagerly lapped at Allison's blonde-framed cunt with abandon.

Allison rolled her hips around to get more of her lover's darting tongue and sucking lips, then bent over to resume sucking Michelle's pussy in a red-hot 69. Gasping and moaning, squealing, laughing and crying out in pleasure, they fed on each other's cunt, each giving the same to the other in a dance of lust. Through her lustful haze, Allison marveled at her friend. Michelle may not have been as experienced as some lovers she'd had, but she was a fast learner, and her enthusiasm more than made up for any lack of experience.




Old Friends



Michelle gazed up momentarily at Allison's dripping snatch with admiration. She could see the swollen inner lips trembling and drooling with desire, then she returned to her task with renewed vigor. In turn, Allison continued to lick and kiss Michelle's shaven pussy, then added a finger and began to work it back and forth between the coral-pink lips. Reaching her head downward, Allison slashed her tongue across Michelle's asshole. Michelle reacted like she'd been shot as a feeling swept over her that she'd never felt before, and responded by doing the same to Allison. The two women tongued and probed each other's ass, then at an unspoken signal returned to eating pussy.

They might have been content to love each other like that forever, but soon they could feel their orgasms approaching like a tsunami. "C'mon, baby, let's come together," Allison panted, momentarily taking her mouth off Michelle's pussy. Michelle didn't answer, but began tonguing Allison's cunt furiously, and Allison quickly matched her pace. Humming with lust, they hurtled to a fever pitch.

Suddenly, Michelle could feel a blinding flash in her brain as she exploded in orgasm. This one came from deep in her gut, much stronger than the previous one, and her body thrashed and writhed, as the climax seemed to rip her apart in a manner she'd never felt before. At that moment, Allison ground her pussy onto Michelle's face as she panted out an equally intense orgasm of her own. For long minutes, they came together in great spasms of lust, their bodies twitching as they spent themselves on each other.

At long last, the tremblers subsided, and Allison finally pulled herself away from Michelle's cunt and rolled over in exhaustion, crawling up to lay next to her lover. The two women pulled their sweat-covered bodies together and held each other for a much-needed rest.

Michelle sighed contentedly. She had never been made love to like that before, which made sense, since James had been her only previous lover, and he had never taken the time to love her like that. She pulled Allison to her and they kissed, tasting each other's juice on the other's mouth.

"Mmmmm, you taste wonderful," Michelle murmured. "You taste divine yourself," Allison answered quietly. "I just wish we had discovered this when we were in college. Things might have turned out a lot different."

"I don't know; I might have shied away from you," Michelle said. "You know how I was. I was so painfully shy back then." "Maybe, but I think you would have responded the way you did today," Allison said finally. "This is something that was meant to be; you know it and I know it. I've known it for years, and I think you have too."

Allison and Michelle lay back for a while resting, then Allison got out of bed and pulled off her stockings and garter belt. She rummaged around in her suitcase and pulled out a long dildo then returned to the bed naked. Michelle felt her pussy begin to swell and juice up again in renewed arousal as she watched Allison, on her knees, begin to suck the rubber dick. Allison then offered it to Michelle and the brunette eagerly accepted it and began to suck on it as Allison had been doing.

"Turn over on your stomach," Allison said. "I want to try something I think you'll like. Remember, I told you I want to teach you everything." "And I want to learn everything," Michelle purred as she rolled over onto her stomach. Michelle felt Allison pull her hips up and spread her legs, then she began to lick Michelle's dripping twat from behind, then ran her tongue up and began to lick her ass. Allison felt a trill of desire run through her as she felt Michelle's anus begin to relax from her efforts. Back and forth she went from cunt to ass, until Michelle's entire crotch area was slick with a potent mixture of saliva and cunt juice.

When she felt that Michelle was lubricated enough, she ran the fat 8-inch dildo over Michelle's pouting pussy, sawing it between her lips before easing it into her cunt. Michelle let out a lustful groan as she felt herself being fucked with the big rubber dick. Allison worked it in and out and twisted it around and around, and Michelle humped her hips back in rhythm against the big thing in her cunt. She'd never had anything nearly that big in her before, certainly not her vibrator, and James' cock wasn't nearly as long or thick.

Getting up on her hands and knees, Michelle implored Allison to fuck her hard with the dildo. Allison just grinned and pumped the dick back and forth purposefully in Michelle's dripping cunt. Allison took a handful of Michelle's juice, which dripped from around the pumping cock, smeared it over the brown eye of her asshole and slowly penetrated Michelle's ass with her middle finger.

Michelle gasped at the feeling. She had only had anal sex once before, early in her marriage, and it had been such a painful experience that she had never wanted to repeat it. But Allison's skillful work with her fingers, lips and tongue had begun to change her mind. Almost without thinking, she heard herself asking Allison to fuck her in the ass with the dildo.

"I knew you'd like it," Allison whispered, as she steadily pumped two fingers back and forth in Michelle's ass. "The ass is such an erotic zone, it just makes me cum like a rocket when I get fucked in the ass. But you have to do it right, and open yourself up to it slowly, like this." And she bent down and licked Michelle's anus wantonly, with sloppy licks and kisses. Allison was getting hugely turned on by the sight of her beautiful friend begging to have her ass plugged with her favorite toy. Sub-consciously, Allison's hand dropped between her legs and she began to finger herself briskly as she worked Michelle's pussy with the rubber cock and her ass with her fingers.

After a few minutes, Allison reached to the bedside table, opened the drawer and removed a tube of lubricant. Allison squeezed out a dollop onto her fingers and massaged the slickness all around and into Michelle's hot ass. Michelle buried her face into a pillow anticipating what was to come, as Allison pulled the dripping dildo out of her cunt and pressed the fat head all around her open, gleaming ass and between her widespread butt cheeks. With no warning, Allison suddenly pushed the dildo head past her anus and into Michelle's rectum in a long, slow plunge.

Michelle screamed into the pillow as she felt the huge rubber dick invade her nearly virgin ass. But it was a scream of ecstasy, as jolts of energy roared up her back. Once she had gotten over the initial pain of entry, Michelle had felt intense waves of pleasure over being filled so well with a big hard cock, and she began to lose herself in the sensation. "Oh, yeah, fuck me with it, baby," Michelle panted. "Fuck me, fuck my ass." Michelle rolled her hips around the rubber dick in her ass with utter abandon, pushing back to get as much in her ass as possible. She reached underneath her body, found her swollen clit and gushing pussy and frantically fingered herself as she felt her ass being filled with 8 inches of fat rubber perfection.

Allison, too, was humming as she twiddled her own clit with her thumb and pressed two fingers deep in her pussy, while pushing the big dildo faster and faster in Michelle's ass. Faster and harder, she pumped, until Michelle abruptly stiffened, then convulsed in another mind-blowing orgasm. She shook, shuddered, she squealed, she panted and she cried as the waves visibly rippled through her body, until she finally fell forward onto the bed.

Incredibly, Michelle quickly rolled over and fixed Allison with a smoking gaze. Her big blue eyes blazed with a fire Allison had never seen in a woman before. "I want to make you cum like that," Michelle whispered hoarsely. "Show me what to do." Allison felt a thrill pass over body, for she had been close to another huge orgasm when Michelle had reached hers, and Allison had fixed her concentration on getting her friend through her climax, so much that the moment had been lost.

But now Michelle, a true friend, was willing to try one more new thing to get Allison to where she'd been a few moments ago – in a sexual Shangri-la, floating on a cloud of bliss. Panting heavily, Allison laid herself back, away from Michelle, then worked her legs between Michelle's so their crotches were scissored together. "Spread your cunt so I can get at your clit with my pussy," Allison instructed. "This always makes me cum in buckets."

Michelle did as she was told, and quickly felt Allison's hot pussy rubbing against her own, then the two cunts mashed themselves together and the two girls began to rub each other in a fucking motion. Allison felt her throbbing clit enveloped by Michelle's pussy, then a shock ripped through her when the tip of her clit touched Michelle's hard bud. At this, their hands clasped each other tightly as their pussy juices flowed together onto the bed, and they bucked and moaned in wanton lesbian lust.

Allison began to writhe and groan loudly as Michelle quickened her pace. God, she really was a natural, Allison thought hazily, as she expertly picked up on the rhythm it took to reach climax in this fashion. Michelle wrapped her pussy around Allison's clit, fucking it like a small dick. She wasn't sure if she had another orgasm in her, but she knew Allison was close to a really big one, so she focused on giving her friend maximum pleasure.

Indeed, Allison could feel one of the biggest orgasms of her life welling up in her soul as the two bodies slithered together, sweat gleaming off their heaving breasts. She threw her blonde tresses back as she rolled her head in abandon. "Yes, yes, yessssss!" she cried as her climax roared through her and she convulsed again and again. She thrashed on the bed as her cum juices flowed over Michelle's shaved pussy and pink swollen clit. Allison's orgasm triggered Michelle to yet another, smaller, orgasm. This one wasn't an explosion, but rather more of a glowing flow, a sense of utter contentment that washed from her cunt out to her whole body.

And that feeling as the last thing Michelle felt, as she drifted off to sleep, joined quickly on the sweat-soaked sheets by her best old friend and her new lover.

As the first light of dawn came shining through the window, Michelle woke from a sexy dream with her cunt once again on fire. She gazed lustfully at Allison, asleep on her back, her large breasts rising and falling with her breathing. Reaching over, she began to kiss and suck the pink nipples, and chuckled when they stood up tall. She ran her left hand down Allison's stomach, under the sheet to the wet pussy between her legs. Michelle began to stroke Allison's clit and her pussy lips, and was rewarded when her legs opened and a low moan escaped the sleeping woman's lips.

Feeling bold, Michelle pulled the sheet back, crawled between Allison's legs, opened the wet lips with both hands and began to lick her cunt with purpose. As she did, Allison's eyes slowly opened and a slow smile spread across her face. "Boy you are a horny little thing, aren't you," Allison said huskily. "How did you know I like sex first thing in the morning?" "Just a guess," Michelle replied before returning to her friend's cunt."

Allison lay back and surrendered to Michelle's ministrations. "Oh baby, you're so gooood," she breathed. "You eat pussy like you've been doing it all your life. God, make me cum again. Eat me good; lick my pussy till my juices flow."

Michelle didn't disappoint her, tonguing the slippery slit vigorously. Quickly, she added a finger, then a second. Allison pulled her legs up and opened herself as far as she could. Taking the hint, Michelle pulled open Allison's butt cheeks and began to lick her pink asshole. When it was good and wet, Michelle fucked two fingers into her butt while using the other two fingers in her pussy. Back and forth, Michelle fucked both of her friend's holes, periodically reaching down to lick one hole or the other.


Allison knew what she wanted. Panting, she reached over to the side of the bed, found her dildo and handed it to Michelle. "Fuck my ass with it, like I fucked you," she said breathlessly. "Do it, do it, do it." Michelle found the lube, coated the head of the cock and Allison's open asshole. When she was loose, Michelle worked the cock into Allison's ass slowly but steadily. Allison helped by lifting her butt off the bed. Once the dick was buried to the hilt, Allison began to rotate her hips upward and outward in an almost spastic motion.

Michelle quickly started pumping the cock back and forth in Allison's ass, and when she had a steady rhythm established, she bent her head down and latched onto Allison's huge throbbing clit then began to suck it like a cock. Allison head dropped back, her mouth fell open and her tongue lolled to the side almost like a dog in heat. She screwed her eyes shut and grasped at her tits with both hands, violently squeezing the flesh and pinching her nipples.

"Ah, ah, ahhh," Allison wailed. "Oh God, make me cum!" And Michelle could feel Allison's cunt clench as an intense orgasm flashed over Allison's body. Michelle kept pumping the dildo in Allison's ass, her mouth devouring Allison's trembling pussy, licking every bit of the juice that flowed from Allison's violent orgasm.

Without missing a beat, Michelle climbed up and straddled Allison's face, dropping her dripping cunt over the blonde's mouth. Allison didn't hesitate, either, but pulled the proffered pussy to her mouth then buried her face in Michelle's flaming cunt. She lapped deep in the bald beaver, then effortlessly pulled the swollen bud of Michelle's clit over her tongue, then went back to feasting on Michelle's lush lips.

Michelle grabbed the headboard and ground her crotch hard onto Allison's face, groaning from the feeling of Allison skillfully eating her with her lips and tongue. It didn't take much of this to make Michelle cum, and with a hard shudder, Michelle felt another orgasm rock her. She gasped and cried as she ground her twitching cunt on Allison's mouth, smearing her oozing juices over Allison's lips and face.

At long last, Michelle felt the waves diminish, and she fell away and back onto the bed in utter satisfaction. Allison sat up on an elbow and traced little circles on Michelle's sweaty stomach. So much had changed between them in the past few hours. Now the old friends were lovers, the way it was meant to be.

Allison and Michelle talked for a few minutes, and made plans to resume later in the day. This was the last day of Allison's business in this city, but her return ticket was open-ended and she didn't really have to leave until Sunday, giving them an extra two days to cement their affair. That afternoon, Allison brought her things out to Michelle's big house and the two old friends spent the rest of the weekend in sexual bliss.

When Allison left, Michelle was a changed woman. For one thing, she was seriously, hopelessly, in love with Allison. And second, she had learned all about James' infidelities. So it was that over the course of the next year, Allison and Michelle put a plan in motion whereby they eventually caught her husband red-handed in adultery. Following the divorce and a liberal alimony settlement, plus her (also liberal) share from the sale of their house, Michelle moved to Allison's city and lived comfortably as her old friend's lover. Allison opened up a whole new world of sexual pleasure for Michelle, but that's a story for another time.



Old Friends And A New Lover



Tina and Alice had been friends since childhood and had the same birthday. Both of them were turning 60 and they decided that instead of a big birthday party the two of them would go out on the town and celebrate life and friendship. It was a warm summer night when they headed downtown both of them dressed in silk sundresses with sandals and no undies. This was a little game they had played for 40 years and each time they did it, it was more exciting.

Both women were tall and slender. Tina had bright red hair and incredible blue eyes that would look right through you. Her breasts were small and still somewhat perky though, as she liked to say, gravity is not kind to old ladies. She still had an ass to die for since she and Alice went walking all the time to keep themselves in shape. She had the typical fair skin and freckles of a redhead and loved to remind people of her Irish heritage.

Alice was a brunette with hair that flowed down past her ass when she let it down. Her eyes were so dark they were almost black and her olive skin always looked as though she’d just spent the summer at the beach. She had very large breasts and a slender waist that only served to accent that beautifully rounded ass. Her background was Spanish and when she got angry her native tongue would flow out in a river of obscenities. 

The two women were quite a contrast physically but their personalities complimented each other so well. You couldn’t mistake them for sisters but they were closer to each other than any sisters ever could be. They had shared marriages, divorces, births, deaths, all the ups and downs of careers and the good times and bad times of life.

Tonight they decided to go to a little hideaway they knew where the steaks were tender enough to cut with a fork, the salads were the freshest anywhere and the baked potatoes were large enough to feed an army. They asked for a table in the corner and were seated at this little table for two. The restaurant was dimly lit and had a very relaxed atmosphere. Tina and Alice looked over the menu and then ordered a Sex On the Beach and giggled like schoolgirls.

Their drinks were delivered by their waiter, a very tall handsome young man. His dark eyes were full of mischief but with a touch of seriousness to them. His skin was a bit darker than Alice’s, his hair cut very short and his face that of an angel. Both women just stared at him as he sat their drinks down and announced, “My name is Angelo and I will be your server tonight.” The two women looked at each other and both knew they’d had the same idea at the same time.

Angelo never stood a chance. He was 20 years old, a student fulltime and a waiter part time. He had grown up in a house full of women and had a great appreciation for who they are – at all ages. He knew they were flirting with him but he had no idea that these two women intended to have him as their birthday present to each other. He kept coming back to their table to “check on them” and each time he lingered a little longer. Finally Tina decided to make a move. She told him that it was their birthday and that they wanted him as a present. She asked what time he got off work. Angelo hesitated a bit but told them he would be finished around midnight. He had enough adventure in him to be curious about them but also figured they’d never show up. They all agreed to meet in the parking lot when he got off.

The girls finished their dinner and went to do some shopping at the 24-hour mall while they waited for Angelo to get off work. Neither of them were sure he would follow through but they would be in the parking lot to find out. They waited until 12:15 when they saw him come out of the restaurant. He stopped at the entrance wearing tight jeans and a dark blue silk shirt. He looked around so they just pulled the car up and asked if he wanted to get in or wanted to follow them. He said he would follow in his car. The girls had gotten a hotel room while they were waiting on him so they headed in that direction with Angelo behind them.

The three of them walked into the lobby and to the elevator. Tina and Alice had splurged and gotten a suite for the occasion. They’d ordered champagne sent up to the room so it was waiting for them, chilled nicely with three glasses. Angelo spotted the wine and went over to open it. He did so like a pro and then poured three glasses. He handed the ladies their glasses then held his up in a toast. “To two beautiful ladies whom I hope to enjoy for a number of hours.” Tina and Alice just smiled.

They finished their glass of champagne and the ladies sat down on the loveseat together. This time it was Alice who made the move. She asked Angelo to remove his clothes, slowly, for them. He suddenly found himself a bit embarrassed and was hesitant but the two women just sat and waited, not saying a word. Finally he took off his shirt to reveal a smooth chest with well-defined muscles. His slender waist flowed into narrow hips as he removed his jeans. He wore snug fitting briefs that showed evidence of a very nice cock and the two women just looked at each other and smiled.

Tina asked him to come over so they could do a closer inspection of him. He could feel himself blush but he moved to the women as both of them sat on the edge of their seats. As he got close enough for them to touch him Alice put her hands on his hips and turned him around. Oh my, what a beautiful ass he had. It was one both of them would want to lick and fondle. As she continued to turn him he felt his cock start to get hard. The situation was so tense yet his body reacted on its own.

Tina took the initiative and started to remove his briefs as Alice ran her hands all over his chest. His cock was hard before his briefs hit the floor. His cock was nice and long and thick and both women were very pleased with their selection of a birthday present. Tina sucked the head of his dick into her mouth as Alice began to suck on his balls. He felt his knees grow weak and thought he would explode in Tina’s mouth. Both women sensed the tension starting to mount but they weren’t ready for him to cum just yet.

They stood and each took one of his hands and led him to the king-size bed where they had him get on all fours. Tina slid under him so she could get to his cock to suck it and lick it. Alice went for that lovely round ass. She spread his ass cheeks and began to lick his asshole. The sensations were incredible as both women worked him over. There was 

Tina’s pussy just begging to be licked so he leaned down and closed his mouth over her. She moaned with pleasure as he used his tongue on her clit then drove it into her cunt to tongue fuck her.

Alice heard the moans and looked around to see what was going on. She leaned over to Tina and asked her if she were ready to get fucked. Tina was more than ready at that point. She moved out from under Angelo and turned her body around. Alice guided his hard cock into Tina’s wet pussy and marveled at the sight of his beautiful brown cock against that fair skin…moving in and out with a very slow rhythm. Angelo was determined not to cum just yet. Alice leaned over them both and began to lick Tina’s clit and Angelo’s cock. It was more than the young man could bear and he could feel his balls tighten as the cum began to shoot out of him into that wonderful wet cunt. He thought he would never stop cumming. His whole body shook with the intensity of it as Tina cried out in total abandon.

Finally the three of them collapsed on the bed, hot and sweaty and satisfied. No one spoke for a while as they savored the smell and feel of sex. It was Tina was moved first as she leaned over to take Angelo’s cock into her mouth and clean off both her juices and his. It was a taste she had long enjoyed. Alice moved to the end of the bed and spread Tina’s legs and began to enjoy those same tastes from Tina’s dripping pussy. She used he tongue to get as much of the delicious nectar as she could, letting her tongue move to the still slightly swollen clit.

Angelo couldn’t believe what was happening to him. He was so turned on by the sight of these two women and the feel of the warm wet mouth on his cock that he started to get hard all over again. Youth was such a wonderful thing but he never knew he could get this hard again so quickly. Tina took all of him into her mouth and then pulled off only to start stroking his cock with her gentle hands. He lay back and allowed himself the pleasure of being caressed by two women. Their hands were all over him and their mouths found places on his body he never thought of as erotic.

Alice pulled herself up over him and looked straight at him as she said, “I want that fine cock in my ass, young man.” He had never done this before and had no idea what it would be like but he was so aroused at this point that he could only nod his agreement. Alice got on her hands and knees on the bed as he stood on the floor behind her. Slowly he started to push his hard cock into her ass. It was so tight and when the head of his cock suddenly popped into her he found himself more turned on than ever.

Her asshole was not only tight but also warm and inviting. She had a great ass that now started to push against his cock. She moved her hips back until his large cock was buried in her up to his balls. His hands rubbed her ass cheeks and felt the soft skin as he watched his cock slide in and out of her. Tina lay down so that Alice could reach her pussy and start to lick it. He watched this whole proceeding thinking that he would never experience this again and he wanted to remember every detail.

Alice was moaning as she manipulated Tina’s clit with her tongue. The feel of Angelo’s cock moving in and out of her ass spurred her on to bring Tina over the edge with her. Angelo reached underneath Alice and started to rub her clit with his fingers. Suddenly she pulled her head up and he felt every muscle in her body tighten as she was driven into a powerful orgasm. The muscles in her ass clinched his cock so tightly that his balls ached. He would not cum! He wanted to keep fucking this ass.

Tina and Alice came at the same time, both of them screaming their total ecstasy. Tina moved up on the bed beside Alice and presented her ass to Angelo. “Fuck both of us, Angelo. Go from one of our asses to the other.” He could hardly believe what was happening. He pulled out of Alice’s ass and moved his cock straight into Tina’s. He drove his cock all the way in as he had with the other woman and pumped her hard until she was cumming.

Back and forth he moved, from one woman to the other. The women were reaching over and fondling one another’s breasts and pussies. They were both going from one orgasm to another. It was almost too much to take in and try as he would, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His cock was in Alice as he shot another huge load of cum. He would never have believed he could shoot that much cum or have that hard an orgasm so soon after the first one. Even more new things were to come for him as Tina got behind Alice and started to lick the cum dripping from her asshole. He sat on the chair across from the bed and felt as though he would die watching this.

The two women rolled over on the bed and held each other for a while, kissing and playing with each other while he just watched. Alice finally got up and poured more champagne for the two of them. She told Angelo that one glass was his limit since they weren’t finished with him. He just knew there was no way he would get hard again but he had no idea what two older, experienced women would do to and for him.

The women drank toasts to their birthday, to ex-husbands, to straight-laced children and to their newfound friend. They lay back lazily on the bed as Angelo drifted off into a dream world. They let him sleep for about 30 minutes and decided it was time for another game they enjoyed. Now it was time for toys.

Alice got out her little vibrator that felt so good on her clit and knelt down in front of Angelo. She turned it onto the lowest speed and applied it to his balls. He roused slightly and smiled then suddenly he was awake and realized what was going on. It was such an incredible feeling and as she moved it up his shaft he could feel all of those arousing sensations start again.

Tina was in the bathroom and when she came out she was wearing a strap-on dildo. It was about 6 inches long and not too big around, much smaller than his cock. Alice pushed her ass up into the air and Tina came over and started to fuck her pussy with the dildo. Now Alice had his cock in her mouth and the vibrator still resting against his balls. In spite of himself he was getting hard again. The more these two women did the more turned on he got. Surely he must have died and gone to heaven.

“Angelo, we want you to experience the same pleasure you have been giving us so we have a little surprise for you. Would you go lean over the edge of the bed please?” Angelo wasn’t sure about this at all but he was past the point of questioning what they asked him to do. He leaned his tall frame over the edge of the bed as Alice climbed under him with her head at the foot of the bed. She took his cock down her throat and reached around to grab his ass as he leaned over her.

He felt Tina pull his ass cheeks apart and then there was something cold against his asshole. He was a bit startled at this and tried to stand up but the women held onto him so that he was basically trapped between them. “Just relax and breathe. You’re going to like this more than you think.”

Tina had put a wonderful lube on the dildo and now slowly pushed it into Angelo’s asshole. Alice was deep-throating his cock and squeezing his balls and it felt so good that he could hardly focus on the dildo penetrating his virgin ass. Now Tina started to fuck his ass very slowly and gently. She was right – the sensation of his cock being taking in up to his nuts while his nuts were being massaged and the dildo filling his ass had him on overload.

Alice sucked his cock, running her tongue all over it as she held it in her mouth but backing off when she felt he might be too close to cumming. There was her pussy laying wide open so he held himself up with one hand and used the other to play with her clit and finger fuck her. She was squirming underneath his touch and the pussy juices were flowing out of her so that even the bed was wet with them.

He heard himself say it and didn’t believe it – “Fuck me with that cock. Fuck my asshole hard.” Tina was more than willing to do so because with each stroke inside him the little button on the underneath side massaged her clit. All three of them were on a collision course for earth-shattering orgasms and it all happened at once.

Tina started to fuck him as hard as she could while her clit and pussy exploded in great tremors. Alice bucked against his hand full-force as she came in huge spurts. But Angelo had the most incredible experience of all. The orgasm seemed to start at his toes and move up his entire body. He felt as though every ounce of cum his body had ever created was about to explode out of him. This orgasm was so intense that it hurt.

His body started to shake but Alice never took his cock out of her mouth. Instead she grabbed his hips and pulled him towards her as Tina continued to pump his ass. The pain gave way to the most phenomenal pleasure he had ever experienced. Even when there was no more cum to be gotten out of his cock it still throbbed with the orgasm. Neither woman stopped until his legs started to go out from under him. He collapsed on top of Alice and rolled over onto the bed. It seemed like forever before he could even speak.

The two women gave him a few minutes and then began to massage his body with scented oil. He drifted off to sleep at some point and when he awoke several hours later there was no sign of the women. There was a note on the table beside the bed that simply said, “Thanks for being the best birthday present we ever had. You are truly an angel.”



Old Friends & New Lovers



This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. Please rate it for me and leave feedback. It's important to me to know what you thought of this story. Any comments on what I did wrong or things you may have enjoyed would be greatly appreciated. Your feedback will help me determine whether to keep writing or not. Anyone who emails me will receive a response if the request one. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.

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Made it through another day,  I thought to myself as I slid my key into the lock and let myself in. Closing the door behind me I called out, "I'm home." Nobody answered and I was greeted like I so often was since I was young, with complete and utter silence.

I took my shoes off and placed them in the closet. My head was spinning with thoughts of the day as I strolled through our living room and into the kitchen where I spotted a note on the table that read... "Gone out for the evening. Won't be home till late so don't wait up. Love, mom."

Sometimes I wish that I didn't have to spend so much time alone but tonight, after the day I'd had, I would welcome the peace and quiet with open arms. Looking up at the old clock on the kitchen wall I see that it's almost 4 PM. I figured mom wouldn't be home until midnight at the earliest, great I thought, 8 hours to myself and I'll need all of them.  I slid my backpack off the one shoulder I had it draped over and laid it on the table beside the note and grabbed a beer from the fridge. I twisted the cap off and downed it almost instantly. Partly due to the heat outside but mostly just trying to numb my mind. I wanted to check the answering machine for messages before I headed downstairs to my room. Or my fortress of solitude as I like to call it. I don't know why I bother because the messages are never for me but I do it anyway. As I approached the cupboard where the machine was I saw what I expected, no messages.

I grabbed my bag again as well as a second bottle of beer from the fridge and took off for my room. Having my bedroom in the basement was a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially when I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and I had to stumble all the way upstairs in the dark to do it. Overall though I loved the fact that my room was downstairs. I had the only room down here and that allowed for a lot more privacy then most of my friends got from their parents. Privacy has always been a big thing with me. I paid my mom some rent for the room and since she was hardly ever home it was kind of like having my own house anyway. The longer I stayed at home the more it allowed me to save up money to get out of this city that seemed like my own private prison sometimes. I figure I'm 19, almost 20, and ready to move on as soon as I can but college was eating up most of my spare money and that made it seem impossible at times, like I would be stuck here forever.

I opened the door to my room, walked in and closed it behind me. The days seemed to get harder all the time and today was the day I had been dreading for a long time now. It was harder for me to hide what I was feeling from the people I didn't want to find out, and today they found out and revealed my secret to the world. It wasn't the world so much that I cared about but one person in particular.

I decided to try my usual recipe for relaxation and getting my feelings out, music. I was hoping the beer would help relax me some as well. In my opinion, if there is a moment of silence in a day it should be promptly filled with music of some kind. I'm not even particular about what kind, and you could tell that simply by checking out my collection of cassettes and CDs. You would find anything from Elvis to my personal favorites Bon Jovi & Melissa Etheridge. What I played totally depended on my mood at the time.

Thumbing through my selection now I came to a stop on Melissa Etheridges' first album and popped it into my disc player. I gave the volume dial a sharp turn to the right making it as loud as I could stand it and plopped down on my bed to think. I was thrilled that I could play my music as loud as I wanted since nobody was home except me. Stretched out on my bed with beer in hand, all I could think about was my friends and what had happened today. More like ex-friends now,  I thought. One friend in particular was on my mind, my best friend of 8 years, Julia. I very seldom called her Julia though, to me she's always been and always will be "Jewels". Jewels seemed to be on my mind more and more this past year. It wouldn't be a stretch to say every second I wasn't with her, I was thinking about her. The song pounding from my stereo seemed to echo what I so often felt inside when it came to her....

...Cause if I can't love you, I don't want to love you. If I can't hold you, I don't wanna be thinkin' of you. And if you don't want me, I don't want to want you. And if you won't see me, I don't know what to do. But oh, I'll keep watching you... 

Oh who am I kidding, I though to myself, she's never going to feel the same way about me as I do about her. She's got a boyfriend for gods sake. And a real jack-ass he his. I don't know what she sees in him, she's way to good for him. I wish she could see that, see herself like I see her. 

I took another long, slow swig from the bottle in my hand praying that it would help get rid of what I was feeling or at least ease the knots in my stomach from the scene at school today. Laying there listening to the music that pounded through my room every word and note seemed to go right into my soul and spoke right to my heart. About 15 minutes passed by the time I took the last drink from my 2nd bottle, a bottle that would be my best friend tonight. I decided to have a nice long hot shower before heading to the fridge for the 3rd of what would be many drinks tonight. I was wishing we had something stronger then beer in the house but since it was all we had it would serve my purpose just fine. I grabbed my robe from my closet, turned off my stereo and took off for upstairs. 

With my haste to get to the warmth of the shower and wash away some of my sorrows I turned to quickly from the stand where my stereo was and ran right into my dresser knocking a picture to the floor. "Son of a bitch!," I cussed while grabbing my foot. I didn't curse often, and never in front of my family except in cases like this. Pain always made me curse. I was still slightly annoyed at myself for walking into the dresser that had been in the same place for months now but I bent down to see just who's picture I had sent tumbling to the soft red carpet that covered the floor of my room. It was favorite picture of Jewels. 

Flashes of the day I had taken the picture came back to me. I'm sure it was a similar experience to the feeling that people get when they say during some moment of fear that "their lives flashed before their eyes." The sudden surge of memories took me by surprise and it's like I was there, living the moment all over again. I got light headed, maybe it was the memories or maybe it was the beer all I knew was I couldn't stop remembering. 

We had gone to the beach, just the 2 of us. In the picture the sun was setting behind her and I could see the fading sunlight and all it's glorious colors reflecting off the water in the background. She looked absolutely radiant dressed in a simple white T-shirt and cutoff jean shorts that she had pulled on over top of her bathing suit. Her shoulder length dark brown hair blowing behind her slightly from the breeze as the night got cooler. And her smile, a smile that made my heart skip a beat every time I saw it. And eyes, oh my god her big brown eyes that were always filled with compassion. Eyes that I could get completely lost in. I could almost hear the roar of the waves crashing on the shore as I remembered that day.

That was the night that I realized I didn't just love Jewels, but was in love with her. After I had taken the picture we sat down side by side, legs outstretched, on the beach to enjoy the rest of the sunset. Our shoulders were touching and I remember wanting to touch more then her shoulder. I wanted my best friend. I wanted to caress every part of her athletic body and kiss every inch of her smooth skin. I remember her shivering and even though I was cold as well, I offered her my jacket. She said she couldn't take it because then I'd be cold and I reassured her that her warmth was more important to me then my own. She didn't say a word but instead laid down on her side and placed her head in my lap like she was tired. Her hand was touching the side of my leg and I don't know if she realized she was doing it or not, but her ran thumb in short strokes over and over again in the same spot on my leg. Her touch sent little electric like shocks through my body and I wondered now if she had noticed that day that my body had tensed a little. I took my jacket off and spread it over her upper body like a blanket. Before placing my hands back behind me again for balance, I stroked her hair a couple times and then we sat in silence for hours, just there together, like no words were needed.

Stop it, you can't keep thinking about this. You can't! , I told myself as a wiped the tears from my cheek with the back of my hand. I knew that was easier said then done but tried to convince myself that by will alone I could make what I was feeling go away. Maybe things would be easier now that she was out of my life. I assume she's out of my life after what she heard today. I couldn't imagine living without her but maybe that would be the only way I could get over what I was feeling. Even at that I knew that it would be a long, long time before I was over her. You don't slowly fall in love with someone over the 8 years you've know them and then get over them in a month. It just doesn't work that way. The hardest part was that deep down in my heart I didn't want to forget her. I wanted to remember every word she said and every moment we spent together.

Now I was angry. Not at her but at myself for letting myself feel this way about her and for being to scared of losing her to tell her what I had been feeling so strongly since that night a year ago. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself as I climbed the stairs to the only bathroom in the house upstairs. It was getting nearer to 5 and I wanted to get this shower out of the way so I could concentrate on getting as drunk as possible now.

I entered the bathroom, which was painted in all white with black and white tile in the shower and shut the door behind me. I started the water in the shower, getting it as hot as possible without burning myself and then began to undress. As I stripped I couldn't help but notice my body in the mirror beside me. I guess in most people's opinions I would be what you call "cute". The average girl next door type with the innocent look on her face and long blonde hair streaming half way down her back. I usually kept my hair pulled back so it was out of my face because it bothered me sometimes, especially on hot days. The pony tail only added to the whole innocent persona that I had been ticketed with since I was young. I had a wild side but only Jewels had seen it on occasion, like the night we got tattoos together. I always wanted one but thought it would hurt to much. Jewels told me I could do it and she would hold my hand the whole time, and she did. She never let go for a second.

I climbed into the shower and closed the curtain behind me. The bathroom was already steaming up from the heat of the shower. Jewels made a comment once that because of the black and white design of the tiles I could play checkers in the shower if I got bored while I was in there. She herself had showered in here many times when she had spent the night over. There were stretches of time when she practically lived here, my mom even gave her awon key. When she stayed over I always let her shower before me so I didn't use up all the hot water. As the water cascaded over my sensitive breasts and down to my neatly trimmed pussy I thought, Thank god she'll never know how often I masturbated right here in this shower when I showered right after her. Her naked body being exactly where I was standing...it got me so hot I couldn't help myself.  Now I was picturing her perfect 5'7" frame wet and glistening with water and soap suds. Her full beautiful breasts with erect nipples from rubbing them while she washed... All of a sudden my thoughts came to a sudden stop as I realized I was unconsciously rubbing my throbbing clit just thinking about her. I could hear the faint ring of the phone in the kitchen and it broke me from this trance like state I was in. I pulled my hand away, washed my hair and quickly got out of the shower not wanting to do what my body was begging me to do.

My anger with myself had only grown with the shower and I wanted nothing more then to grab another beer and head back down to my room and lock myself there for the rest of my life. I dryed myself, being careful not to let the cotton of the towel come anywhere near my aching pussy. I wrapped my wet hair in a towel and went to the kitchen to get my beer and to see who had called while I was in the shower. I grabbed the beer and opened it, drinking about a quarter of it down before I walked over to the machine and pushed the flashing message button. The message played...

"Kelly it's me, Julia. I'm don't know what to say about what happened earlier. They were just...I was just...it was.... I... oh god this isn't coming out right at all. I'm gonna come over ok. I need to tell you something but not on the machine. I'll be over as soon as I can, there's something I have to do and a song you need to hear. Maybe your not home or maybe you are and you just don't want to talk to me. Either way I'm comin Kel! I'll be there in about 15 minutes"

Oh my god,  I thought, I didn't think she'd ever talk to me again. What does she want. What could she possibly have to say to me after what happened today? Things were streaming through my mind a mile a minute. She sounded really upset, like she'd been crying. She was crying because of what she knew now. She probably wanted to tell me what a bitch I'd been to lie to her all this time. And the song thing, what's up with that? I know we always tell each other about songs that we wanted each other to hear, but now?... there is something she wants me to hear now?  It didn't make sense. None of today had made sense. What do I say to her when she gets here? How do I even look at her knowing that she knows? 

I was freaking out and had to get hold of myself. I listened to the message once more to make sure I'd heard her correctly and then erased it so my mom wouldn't hear it. That's the last thing I need is to have to answer questions from my mom right now,  I thought. I practically ran downstairs, beer in hand, to get dressed and clean up my room a bit. I finished my 3rd beer in an attempt to calm the nerves that were overtaking my body and mind at this point. I realized I only had about 5 minutes before she got here and decided to skip putting on a bra and panties, Not like anyone will know,  I thought sarcastically to myself . I slipped my white robe off and threw it on my bed then slid into my favorite old pair of faded jeans. I gave my long hair a quick towel dry, just enough so it wasn't dripping and pulled a baggy sweater over my head and threw the wet towel in my clothes hamper along with a few other articles of clothing that were spread around the room recklessly. 

At this point I just kept asking myself the same questions.... Why is she coming? And do I wonder if I have time for one more beer before she gets here?  I decided I wasn't going to get the answer to the first question until she got here. I was willing to take a chance on the beer thing though. I wandered back upstairs in a little bit of a daze and opened the fridge to reach for my 4th beer since I'd gotten home about an hour and a half ago. You could see the remnants of my little binge around the house. 1 empty bottle on the cupboard upstairs and 2 in my room downstairs. I didn't care what my mom would think though. Jewels was the only thing on my mind.

I took my drink and went back to my room to tidy up a bit more. I don't know why I thought I should clean but I did. I think I was just trying to keep myself busy. I picked up a few CD's that were laying around and put one of them in my stereo. Then I walked over to my computer desk and stacked some papers that were kind of spread out everywhere and placed a few pens and pencils in the holder that they belonged in. Feeling comfortable about the cleanliness of my room I walked over to the bed to sit down. I nearly sat on the picture I had thrown on the bed earlier. I picked it up again, with full intentions of returning it to it's spot on my dresser but again my thoughts wandered to her and that day. I had the picture in one hand, looking at it and a beer in the other when I hear a voice from come from my door way. It was Jewels, I could tell she'd been crying but she still looked great.

"Hey. I was afraid if I rang the bell you wouldn't answer. And if you weren't home I was just going to wait for you so I let myself in," Jewels said in a somber a voice as I'd ever heard from her. It was just above a whisper. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, that's okay." I managed to reply. My throat seemed to dry instantly so I took another drink from my bottle before speaking again. "Why did you think I wouldn't let you in?" 

"I wasn't sure you know. I mean with what happened today I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me or not. You didn't answer the phone when I called and that made me wonder more but I can see you were probably in the shower huh" Her eyes wandered to the bath robe that I had been wearing and just thrown on the bed.

"Yeah, I was."

With a half smile Jewels said, "Yeah, the wet hair was kind of a tip off."

She had attempted to lighten the tension in the room but I couldn't even manage a smile. She was obviously uncomfortable around me the way she kept fidgeting, playing with the CD I just now noticed in her hand. It must have the song on it she wants me to hear,  I thought. Things had obviously changed between us and I suddenly became self conscious of my appearance, running my hands through my wet hair which I hadn't yet combed. 

"Don't worry you look sexy with wet hair," Jewels said with more of a smile this time. 

I wondered what she had meant by the comment but I didn't ask. I didn't want to make an already awkward situation worse. Actually I didn't say anything. Neither of us seemed to know what to say or how to start so I said the only thing I could think of. "Would you like one?" I asked holding the beer in my hand up towards her. At this point I became aware of the fact that I was still clutching her photo in my other hand and set it face down on the bed beside me.

"Sure I'd love on if you have any left. Do you think I can catch up?," she spoke jokingly. "Looks like your on your 4th from the bottles I counted."

"Yeah, well I kinda had a bad day," I said harsher then I intended.

"I know." she said only there was no more smile on her face.

"Look I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

"It's ok, really."

"I'll go get your beer."

I sat my beer down on my dresser and moved past her in the doorway. I brushed against her accidentally as I passed and she flinched slightly. I think she was as nervous as I was for some reason. "Go ahead and sit down if you want," I said. "I'll be right back."

"Ok. Thanks."

This isn't going like I thought it would. I thought she'd yell at me and be outta here. Why is she here then? What does she want?  I grabbed Jewels a beer from the fridge and headed downstairs again. Normally I would ask a guest if the wanted it in a glass but I knew that like me, Jewels, preferred it in the bottle. 




Old Friends & New Lovers



As I made it to the doorway of my room my heart dropped a little when I saw her sitting on the bed holding the picture that I had been looking at just minutes before. She knows I was staring at her picture, if that doesn't freak her out what will?  I thought to myself. I tried to act like I didn't notice and walked over to the bed, twisted the cap off her beer and handed it to her. Our fingers touched as she took the bottle from me and I knew it wasn't the cold of the bottle that had given me the goosebumps I now had. It was her, her touch. 

"Thank you," she said as she took a sip from the bottle.

I tried not to stare at her lucious lips wrapped around the bottle. Tried not to think what it would be like to have those same lips against mine. Stop it!  I told myself again. Finally she broke the silence.

"Do you remember this day?" she asked while holding the photo up for me to see even though she knew I had been looking at it. Any hint of the joking nature that been in her voice earlier had disappeared and she was back to the soft near whisper voice.

"Yeah," I said looking her right in the eye. My gaze shifted to the floor before I spoke again. It hurt to look at her. "It was one of the best days of my life."

"Mine to Kel." she said and sat the picture back down on the bed. "Is your mom at home?"

"No, she's gone out for the night. She won't be home till after midnight. What's with all the small talk, I thought. I wish she'd just say what she has to say. Lord knows I won't be the one to start a conversation. Surely she knows that.  Minutes seemed to pass although I'm sure it was probably no more then 30 seconds before Jewels spoke again.

"Kel..." she started to say. 

She stopped and took a big drink from her bottle as if looking for an answer at the bottom of it.

"What is it? Whatever it is just say it ok." I said, again harsher then I intended. My nerves were getting the best of me. "I know you must hate me after what you heard today so why don't you just yell at me and then you can go home. I know that's what you came here to do."

"No it's not. I came for a lot of different reasons. I wanted to see you. I needed to see you. I need to know if what Amy & Stacey said is true." Her voice shook slightly as she spoke now. "Is it? Is it true?" Tears were forming in her eyes now. "Are they right?"

"What do you expect me to say Jewels? Hell your already crying. Do you want me to say that it was all a lie? Do you want me to tell you that they are crazy?" The words were just flowing out of me with an emotion I hadn't expected, but maybe this was all for the best. 

Jewels was still sitting on my bed. I slid down the wall I was standing near and sat down on the floor. I wasn't sure if my legs would hold me through the conversation that was about to take place but I couldn't sit on the bed with her. I couldn't be that near to her when I said this. I pulled my knees up towards my chest and buried my head in them so that she could still hear me but couldn't see my face as I talked. She still hadn't said a word. I continued....

"When we were all out on the baseball field eating lunch today and for whatever reason they chose today to say to you what they did, what did you think?" I asked her choking back my own tears now. "You were disgusted weren't you?"

"No, I...," she broke in.

"Julia come on. When they told you that they thought that I was in love with you , you practically freaked. When they said that they saw the way I looked at you and that it was gross you agreed with them didn't you? When they called me a dyke you must have agreed cause you didn't say anything to make them stop. You just let them go on and on. I thought that they were my friends Jewels, I thought you were my friend but I guess that's only if I'm the way you guys want me to be." 

"That's not true Kel. I am your friend. I wasn't...I was just a little shocked."

"But you'll never think of me the same way again will you? I could lie and tell you that the are wrong but what would that prove. You would always wonder why I looked at you for a second to long, or why a hug lasted a little longer then it should. Let's face it, our friendship is over cause your never going to trust me again. So what do you want me to say, really?" By now I was crying softly and wiping the tears off my cheek with the sleeve of my sweater, never once looking up to see if she was looking at me. "Do you want me to say it's not true? Is that why you came here so I would tell you it wasn't true? "

"Actually Kel," she said, "I was hoping that when I got you alone that you would be honest with me and tell me the truth, whatever that may be. You can trust me. So what I wanna know is quite simple actually. Are you in love with me?"

"Yeah, I am." was all I could manage to say at first. "Is that what you wanted to hear. Are you happy now?" I expected her to call me a bitch and storm out or something but that didn't happen. She didn't move as far as I could tell. Finally she spoke.

"Yeah, I am." she said. 

I could tell she was crying softly still. Confused by her answer I slowly raised my head to look at her. She was looking right at me and she didn't look mad. 

"I really am." she repeated again with a hint of relief in her voice and a momentary smile on her lips that allowed me for a second to think that maybe things would be okay between us again at some point. She wiped a few tears from her cheek and set her beer down beside mine on the dresser.

I didn't know what to say. I was still confused so I said nothing. There was silence in the room except for the stereo playing in the background that until now I had tuned out. It didn't seem like a weird silence though, it was just silence. We sat like that for several minutes. I think we where both trying to figure out what to say next. Finally she spoke.

"I know your confused Kel. I'm just trying to think of the right way to say what I want to say. Do you remember on the message I left earlier...I said that there was something I had to do and a song I wanted you to hear. You remember that?"

"Yeah," I said with my head back in my knees again.

"Well you know how sometimes you hear a song and it seems to say everything you want to say but can't?"

"Yeah," I replied again. I simply didn't know what else to say.

"Well there's a song I want you to hear. It says what I want to say better then I ever could. Is it okay of I put it on?"

Again, a simple "yes" was all I would muster. After she stood up I raised my head to look at her as she walked towards the stereo. She had this quality that just lit up any room she was in. She pushed the eject button on my stereo and replaced the Melissa Etheridge disc I had in their with the one she had in her hand. Sensing she was ready to turn around I quickly hid my face again, not wanting her to see me. She grabbed the remote for my stereo from beside it and walked back to the bed where she sat down again.

 "Don't say anything ok. Just listen,"  she pleaded. She pushed the play button on the disc and found the track she wanted and then the song started. The music was actually a nice distraction from the silence that came before it. The song echoed throughout the room.... 

~~~~~~ 
Been running from these feelings for so long
Telling my heart I didn't need it
Pretending I was better off alone but 
I know that it's just a lie. 
So afraid to take a chance again
So afraid of what I feel inside but... 

I need to be next to you
Oh I, Oh I... I need to share every breath with you. 
Oh I, Oh I... I need to know I can see your smile each morning
Look into your eyes each night, for the rest of my life
Here with you, near with you Oh I... 
I need to be next to you
Need to be next to you. 

Right here with you is right where I belong
I'll lose my mind if I can't see you
Without you there is nothing in this life that
Would make life worth living for
I can't bear the thought of you not there 
I can't fight what I feel anymore cause ... 
~~~~~

What does this mean?  I wondered. Is she trying to say what I think she's trying to say?  I concentrated on the song again.

~~~~~
I need to be next to you
Oh I, Oh I...I need to share every breath with you. 
Oh I, Oh I... I need to know I can see your smile each morning
Look into your eyes each night, for the rest of my life
Here with you, near with you Oh I... 
I need to be next to you

I need to have your heart next to mine for all time
Hold you for all of my life... 
I need to be next to you. 
I need to be next to you. 
Oh I , Oh I... need to be, need to be next to you
Share every breath with you
I Need to feel you in my arms baby. In my arms. 
I Need to be next to you. 
 ~~~~~~

The song was over and silence filled the room again as I heard her turn the stereo off completely when the song ended. I was more confused now then I was before. I was searching for the words to ask her what she was trying to say when I heard her approach me. A weird sinking feeling entered my tummy. It was butterflies in my stomach just knowing that she was close. I still didn't look up. I was to unsure of what was happening and my face was stained with tears. 

She crouched down infront of me and spoke gently. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"I don't know," I stammered. "I, I'm so confused right now."

"Maybe I can help with that. I said there was a song I wanted you to hear and there was something I wanted to do. It's something I've wanted to do for a long time now but was afraid to do until now. Please look at me."

After saying that she reached down and placed her hand under my chin and lifted my head so that I was looking at those beautiful brown eyes of hers. There were a few tears in her eyes but there was also smile on her face.

"Don't cry boo." she said.

She had never called me "boo" before. It caught me by surprise and I smiled slightly.

"That's better," she said as she wiped a tear from my cheek and placed her forehead on mine. We both let out a nervous little giggle.

I pressed my face against her hand loving the feeling of her touch. Inside I was praying that she would never take that hand away from my face. The warmth of her soft skin on mine lit a fire inside me that nobody else had ever done. Our eyes were locked on each other and I suddenly realized how close we were. She laid her whole hand on my cheek now gently caressing my cheek. 

"I've wanted to do this for so long," she stated with a tone in her voice that I had never heard before. It was a tone that excited me. I felt my nipples harden under my sweater and I was suddenly aware of the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra, but I didn't care. As she stroked my cheek she ran her thumb over my bottom lip and leaned her face closer to mine. I couldn't believe this was happening. Was it the beer?  I thought. Am I dreaming? If I am dreaming I don't want to wake up. 

It wasn't a dream though, more like a fantasy come true. Her lips met mine for the first time. Our first touch of the lips was a simple closed mouth kiss, a peck really. Then a couple more quick, slightly open mouth kisses, that were soft and warm and filled with love. I was beginning to feel the familiar tingle in my pussy when she pulled back from the kiss to look into my eyes. At first I thought she regretted what she had done and was going to stop but she just looked at me and brushed my cheek again.

"Kel, I love you." she said as she started to sob lightly again. "I'm in love with you. I have been for awhile I just didn't know how to tell you. I only dated guys cause I was afraid of what people would say and most of all I was afraid of how it would affect our friendship. I couldn't stand the thought of losing you..." 

I cut her off in mid sentence by placing my index finger on her lips. "Shhhh... it's okay Jewels. I'm not going anywhere. I love you to." The minute I said those words out loud the world seemed right. Like everything in the universe was exactly as it was supposed to be and the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. This was now the best day of my life.

She gave my finger that was resting upon her lips a quick kiss and then parted her lips taking it into her mouth up to the knuckle. Slowly she sucked it up to the tip of my finger leaving it wet with her saliva. Then Jewels took my hand by the wrist, with the finger still outstretched and ran it along her bottom lip. Our eyes were still locked on each other and I saw something in her eyes that I had never seen before, passion. I couldn't take it anymore. I had to kiss her again, had to feel her lips on mine. 

She seemed to want the same thing and together, eyes closed, we leaned in to kiss again. We started light again at first but soon our kisses became more enpassioned. I had never really been kissed before because I avoided all relationships because of the way I felt for Jewels. Even though she didn't know how I felt it, it would have felt like cheating if I had gone out with someone else when I was in love with her. This had left me totally naive to all things sexual. Sure I had knew what sex was and had an idea of what to do but that was about it. Jewels knew I was a virgin and I think she was taking it slow for me because she knew I was nervous. 

We kissed like that for ages, well actually probably only a minute, but it seemed like longer to me. Suddenly Jewels began to stand up from the crouching position she had been in and I thought, That's it, she's leaving.  Again I was wrong. When she was up she reached her hand out towards me and I took it. She pulled me up towards her and into the hottest kiss I had ever known. With my hand still in hers she pushed me back a few steps and pinned me to the wall I had just been leaning against. Her lips never lost contact with mine, something I was very grateful for. She began to kiss me deeper. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and traced my upper and lower lip expertly before parting my lips and exploring every inch of my mouth. Whoa, this girl is one hell of a kisser!  I thought. My body was on fire now, my desire for her undeniable.

We continued to kiss passionately. She had one hand on my face now as we kissed, she seemed to be trying to comfort me through this whole process because of my inexperience. With her finger tips on the other hand she traced her way from my outer hips inward to my stomach and slipped her hand under my sweater and around to the middle of my back where she rubbed it ever so gently for a moment before pulling out of this kiss. "Mmm no bra," she said with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.

I felt my cheeks get red with embarrassment and began to responded in a shy nature, "Sorry. I didn't have a chance to put one on before you got here..." 

"Oh don't worry Kel, I'm not complaining," she said with a grin on her lips. "Just makes it easier when I do this..." She placed both hands on my hips and slowly began to slide my long sweater up my body exposing my naked flesh along the way. She got it as high as my belly button before pausing and looking at me again. "May I?" she asked wanting to make sure I was okay with what was about to happen. I simply raised a hand to her cheek and nodded my head, yes. Her smile brightened even more and there were no signs of tears in either of our eyes now. This just felt right.

She continued to work the sweater up my body, freeing my firm C cup breasts from their prison. I raised my arms so she could lift the sweater off over my head. "We won't be needing that anymore will we," Jewels smirked. "Your breasts are beautiful boo. I've waited so long to touch them, admired them when you weren't looking. Did you know that?"

I shook my head side to side indicating that I hadn't know and leaned in for the lips I already missed touching. Now wasn't the time to talk. I kissed her bottom lip and pulled it into my mouth a little bit and gave it a playful nibble before kissing her fully. I had to have her and be had myself. As we kissed deeply she cupped one of my breasts and rolled the nipple between her thumb and index finger pinching playfully every now and then. I moaned softly in her mouth as we kissed. I had touched my own breasts before but it never really did that much for me. With Jewels doing it , it was a different story. I was in heaven. That's it,  I thought, this is what heaven on earth feels like.  My passion was growing and I kissed her harder.

Again Jewels was the first one to break the long makeout session of kisses. She placed baby kisses across my cheek to my ear. Her tongue traced the outline of my ear and finally settled on the lobe, she sucked it into her mouth, flicking it with her tongue a few times. I was growing very wet now and could feel the juices from my naked pussy running out onto my jeans where a wet patch would soon form I'm sure. She continued with her trail of kisses, working her way around my neck to my throat and straight down my body...kissing all the way. Between my breasts, down my stomach and to my belly button. My whole body was on fire, everywhere she touched brought me pleasure. Her tongue circled my belly button then dove in, where she circled the inside with her wet tongue. All this time she had been very careful not to touch my tits with her mouth, she was teasing me and I loved it but I couldn't take it anymore.

I placed my hand on the back of her head, feeling her silky smooth hair between my fingers and guided her up my body to my left breast. She caressed the outside of my breast extremely slowly with her finger tips sending goosebumps through me. That was the most sensitive spot for me, I was slightly ticklish there. She then looked up at me with her big brown eyes and finally I pleaded with her... "Please..." That was all I had to say, she knew what I wanted. With my hand still running through her hair she laid her tongue flat and licked it straight across my nipple, just once. Then she licked around my very large areola with the tip of her tongue. I pushed her face against me more and she got the picture. She instantly attacked my hardened nipple, sucking it and every once in awhile biting at it. I couldn't believe she had never done this before. She definitely had a talent for it.

"What do you say we move this to someplace more comfortable Jewels?" I said in a teasing voice. "You're making me a little weak in the knees here." We both giggled and walked to my bed hand in hand.

Jewels shocked me by pulling the covers off my bed and throwing them to the floor at the foot of the bed. This left just the pillow and the bottom sheet. She must have noticed the look of surprise on my face because she said, "We'd just get them dirty and mess them up anyway so I just thought I'd get them out of the way."

"Good point," I said with a half smile and a light laugh then got serious. "I've fantasized about this moment so much but your different then I thought you would be. Your more...aggressive. I think I like it."

"You ain't seen nothing yet boo," Jewels replied as she used both arms to push me back onto the bed surprising me again. I was in a sitting position now with my legs over the side of the bed. I reached my hands out for hers and she grasped them. It was my turn to surprise her. I pulled her onto the bed with me in one sudden motion.

"See, 2 can play at that game." I said. I hadn't planned my attack to well though cause she landed on top of me knocking me side ways and catching me on the side of my forehead with one of her rings. I let out a little "Owwww" while laughing at the same time. 




Old Friends & New Lovers



"Did I give my boo a booboo?" Jewels said while leaning over to kiss the little red scratch on my head. She was giggling as well now and we just laid there for a moment laughing, her 3/4 on top of me. I had never been happier then I was at this moment, never. As our giggle fit stopped Jewels sat up. She was half straddeling my legs. She had one leg between mine and our pussies were almost touching because of the way she had positioned. I was laying flat now staring up at the gorgeous woman I loved who was perched on top of me. She had a serious look come over her face at that moment that worried me.

I moved my hands to her waist and asked her, "Jewels what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she said. "Things have never been so right."

"I feel the same way." I let my hands slip under her shirt as I spoke, stroking my thumbs on her stomach and over her belly button. "Do you know how much I love you?"

A smile returned to her face as she said, "I'm think I'm beginning to get a pretty good idea." She paused for a moment then spoke again. "Kel, there's something I want you to have. Close your eyes and put your hand out." I did as I was told and seconds later I felt her lips kiss my open palm and then she set something in it. "I want it to be a symbol of our love. Something to have so you never forget today. You can open your eyes now."

I opened them slowly examining the object in my hand. She removed her favorite ring from her hand. She had barely taken it off her hand over the last 3 years she loved it that much. I was speechless, I didn't know what to say. She took it from my hand and placed it on my finger kissing the back of my hand afterwards. It was a sterling silver ring with a gorgeous heart design in the center. I had always loved it. "I wanted to give you my heart." she whispered.

"I love you" was all I could say and I think it said it all.

"There are a couple of other things I want you to have to boo."

"No Jewels really, you've given me enough. I..."

"I think you'll want these," she said. She reached down and slid her top over head revealing her perfect tits to me. She to had gone braless and I teased her about it. She just shrugged her shoulders and said, "What can I say I hoped the night would end like this."

"You mean you planned this? You vixen!" I laughed.

I could wait no longer. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards me not wasting any time taking her left breast into my mouth and manipulating her areola and nipple with my tongue and teeth. Her skin tasted so sweet that I could only imagine what her pussy would taste like. As I sucked her left tit into my mouth, I pinched and rolled her other nipple between my thumb and finger. Her breath was becoming more rapid, her head was tipped back and she was moaning softly. I must be doing something right,  I thought.

I suckled her breasts for a few minutes, switching from one side to the other so neither one felt neglected. As I did this she had moved her hands to my breasts and was fondling them as well. I had never touched a breast except my own before and was surprised at the weight of them as I cupped hers in my palm. A small layer of sweat was beginning to form on both our bodies from the pure lust we were feeling at this time. I forced myself to abandon the tits I had grow to love and kissed my way down her tummy to her belly button. Taking a page from her book earlier I let my tongue slide in and out a few times. She seemed to enjoy this.

I continued to kiss every part of her flat stomach as I my hands slid down to the button on her jeans. I undid the button and as I did so she removed her hands from my tits and simply laid them on my stomach as if to balance herself for what was to come. Slowly I unzipped the zipper on her pants revealing the front of a pair of sexy red lace panties. "Nice." I said with a grin on my face as I ran my fingers over the fabric.

"I knew red was your favorite color." Jewels joked. A moan escaped her lips now as my hand went further into her pants and continued to rub her pussy through the wet fabric of her panties. I decided to tease her like she had done to me earlier. When she could stand it no longer she stood up off the bed and removed her jeans and pussy juice soaked panties. She tossed the panties at me and laughed. "See what you did to me."

I picked them up off my chest where they had landed and raised them to my face and said in my best sexy voice, "Hmm I wonder if you taste as good as you smell?" Then I let my tongue lap at the crotch of the panties that were coated in her juice. "Mmmm better." I said while staring at the object of my desire standing infront of me wearing absolutely nothing but a smile. I thought I might cum just looking at her. Her pussy was beautiful. It looked like she had trimmed the dark brown triangle of hair specially for this occasion. She really did plan for tonight,  I thought to myself.

"Now it's your turn" Jewels said. "I want your panties to." She pulled me up off the bed, knelt infront of me and began to fumble at the buttons of my button fly jeans. "Damn girl, don't you know zippers are faster!" I know she was just kidding but the fact that she wanted me so bad really turned me on and made me even hotter.

I decided to joke with her some more as she worked away at the buttons. "You know, you aren't going to find what you wanted." And she didn't. She knew I hadn't been wearing a bra but I don't think she expected me to be fully commando. My wild patch of blonde pubic hair now visible with my pants open.

"Oh well," she laughed. "Less work for me this way." She hooked her thumbs through the belt loops on the side of my jeans and slid them down over my hips and to the floor. The cold air in the room rushed over my now completely naked body. I stepped out of my jeans and pushed them aside.

Jewel touched my pussy for the first time, running her fingers through my blonde pubic hair. "It's beautiful boo."

I helped her up from her kneeling position and took her hand leading her back to the bed again. Somehow I ended up on the bottom again and Jewels destination was very clear to me very quickly. With my head on the pillow at the head of the bed she moved closer to the end of the bed. She took one leg and held it, kissing and licking all the way from my toes to my inner thing. If I didn't cum soon I was sure I'd go crazy. She seemed to sense my eagerness and raised my knees exposing my pussy to her. With a finger she stroked my outer lips and then let it slip in for just a split second and pulling it out again. She raised the finger to her mouth sucking all my juices from it while maintaining eye contact with me.

She began to lower her head again and on the way down with a devilish grin on her face she said, "Don't worry I'll be gentle." And she was. With 2 fingers she parted my pussy lips and inhaled deeply taking in the aroma of my sex. The whole room smelled of sex and arousal. She snaked her tongue into my pussy and ran in from my hole all the way up to my clit on one motion.

"Oh god," I moaned "please don't stop." I was so close to cumming already but I wanted to savor this moment for as long as I could and held back.

She continued eating my pussy varying her movements. My fists were clenched around the bed sheet pulling them loose as I felt my orgasm building inside of me. She'd suck my pussy lips into her mouth kiss and licking me everywhere. Her tongue slid in me as far as it would go and I clenched down on it with my pussy moving my hips slightly to fuck her tongue. I was moaning louder now, losing any inhibitions I had when she removed her tongue and placed a finger at the entrance to my virgin pussy. "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop if you want me to boo."

I nodded and she ran her finger through the juices in my pussy lubricating it then pushed it slowly in up to her knuckle. My hymen had already been partially broken due to the many sports activities I participated in so I experience very little pain as she slid her finger in me the rest of the way. She rocked it back and forth in my slow at first allowing me to get used to the feeling and when she was sure I was ready she inserted a second finger and fucked me a little harder and faster this time. It was a feeling I had never experienced before but looked forward to enjoying in the future as much as possible. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.

"Ohhh yeah... yes...Jewels I.... I'm gonna cum soon. Don't stop please don't stop," I pleaded.

Knowing I was close she curled her fingers inside me rubbing my G spot a few times. That combined with the sucking flicking of my clit with her tongue sent me completely over the edge. My hips bucked with the power of my orgasm as it took control over my body. I shook uncontrollably, I had never cum so hard in my life. Jewels didn't take her fabulous mouth away from my pussy though. She drank every ounce of cum from my pussy hungrily and continued to search my pussy with her tongue and manipulate my clit. Waves of a powerful 2nd orgasm ripped through me and finally I smiled and said to Jewels... "keep it up and I'm going to pass out."

She removed her face from between my thighs and smiled up at me. "You told me not to stop." she said laughing while doing so. Looking down my body with this beautiful woman's smiling face between my legs and her face covered in my cum was simply unbelievable. And this wasn't just any woman, this was my best friend in the world. Jewels kissed her way all the up, and all over my body before reaching my lips and kissing me with a passion that I never wanted to forget. I could taste myself, my cum, on her lips and in her mouth. She was so sexy I couldn't wait to return the favor after I had regained my strength from the mind shattering orgasms she had just given me. 

"I think it's your turn Jewels. I wanna make you feel as amazing as you just made me feel. I want to taste you." We switched positions and I laid my body on top of hers kissing her, kissing her neck and ears as owe lay there breast to breasts. I could feel her stiff nipples poking into and rubbing against mine. I let my kisses work their way down her neck and chest stopping to enjoy her breasts for a minute. This is kind of like stopping for ice cream on the way to Disneyland, I thought, Ice cream is sweet and you enjoy it but you know by stopping it's only delaying your arrival at your destination.  I couldn't help but snicker at myself for thinking that.

Removing my mouth from her gorgeous tits I decided to have a little fun with her. I put my hands one on each side of her waist like I was just going to hold her and then without warning I tickled her crazily. I knew how ticklish she was there. She tried to free herself from my tickle torture but I was to strong for her even though I was smaller then her so she decided to fight back and tried to reach for me to tickle me. I caught her approaching hands by the wrists and raised them over her head pinning her to the bed. "Nuh uh...no you don't!" I said to her. "You don't move theses hands now or you'll be in big trouble."

"What kinda trouble?" she asked with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh just try it and you'll see"

"I'll be good boo, but please don't tease me anymore," she begged and spread her legs allowing me better access to her sopping wet pussy. As much fun as I was having torturing the poor girl by making her wait, I did as she asked. I quit teasing her. I licked my lips and leaned in for my first real taste of the pussy I'd longed for so long. She tasted even better then the sample I had gotten off her undies earlier. She was sweet and just slightly salty, I knew with my first taste that I was addicted and would eat her pussy every chance I had. 

I did to her what she had done to me earlier. I tried to do what I knew I enjoyed having done to me. Because of my inexperience I hoped I was doing it right. The moan that escaped her mouth just seconds later told me that I was. With a little more confidence now I continued to suck her clit in and out of my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and even biting it gently every now and then.

"Oh god yes...yes Kel. Fuck me please. I need you" 

Hearing her say those words with my name attached was so hot. I always had a slight fetish for dirty talk. For some reason it made me hotter. Maybe one day soon I would tell my best friend and new lover about it. For now though I did ask she had pleaded me to do. I slid 2 then 3 fingers in her searching for what I believed to be her G spot.

"Oh yeah...right there!" she cried out. "Faster Kel. Fuck me faster."

I did. I increased the pace of my fingers pounding into her cunt and matched the speed with my mouth on her clit. She was raising her hips to meet my face and fingers now, practically riding my hand as fast as she could. She was close to cumming I could tell.

"Ooooooooooooooh....yes. Ooh yeah. I'm cumming!!" she screamed out. If my mom had been home she would have woken her she yelled so loud. Apparently I had done something right and I couldn't wait to do it again. I lapped up all her juices while she stroked the back of my head and came down from her orgasm. 

"Come here you" she said motioning at me with her finger. I crawled up the bed to lay beside her. She was laying on her back and I was on my side beside her. I let one of my legs drape over hers and laid my head on her chest, still feeling the need to be next to her. "That was amazing."

"Your amazing!" I said to her propping myself up on one arm now to look at her beautiful face, "I love you so much Jewels."

"I love you to Kel."

"Promise me something..." I asked her. "Promise me that you'll never leave me."

"I won't leave you tonight or ever Kel. Your my world, my everything."

We kissed one more long loving kiss and Jewels said to me, "Lay your head down and sleep now boo. We have forever to be together and I plan on using every minute of that time to love you like I should have been loving you for the past year."

I felt more at peace with myself then I had in my life lying in the arms of the women I loved. I laid my head down on her naked flesh, placed my arm around her waist holding her tight to me and eventually we both drifted off into what we later told each other was the best sleep of our lives.



Old Friends and New Mistakes



From their seats they could smell the loam of the field. Such a passion did they share for football that it was nearly a transcendental experience. A barely constrained ball of energy, she did her level best to soak in every aspect of a stadium that she'd longed to visit since her earliest memories. The smell of overpriced cheap beer, the scent of every imaginable fried food lingering, and bustle of rabid fans combined to make for the most powerful of intoxicants. He sat far more quietly. His passion for the game was in no way eclipsed by hers. It was eclipsed by his passion for her. 

She'd been in and out of his life for as long as he cared to remember. Like the stitch of a madwoman's needle she seemed woven inseparably into his life. She'd been lover, a friend, a confidant, an enemy, and a tragedy all. He couldn't imagine what he'd have done without her. They'd aged, she'd married, he'd divorced and time had dulled their sharper edges and polished their better times. They'd settled on best friends. How else would the two of them have jaunted twelve hundred miles just to see a football game?

The opportunity had sprung up during a late night chat. The schedule had shown that their two favorite teams were going to do battle in the sunny confines of Pro-Player stadium. They'd lined up great tickets and a place to stay the night. It was just a great chance to hang out, talk trash, and be friends.

"Thirty yards, first snap," she said, breaking his reverie.

"Right. You could have five hundred yards and still lose. I mean come on!! My boys play offense. Period," he rejoined.

"But we can actually play defense!"

"You know I forgot about that. It totally explains the shellacking you took last year," he needled.

Her furious face came out and he couldn't help laughing. Watching the sun stream around her and making her hair look like strands of dark red ribbon made his stomach feel too small. Watching her nose scrunch up and her lips pout at the suggestion that her team wasn't quite up to snuff warmed him all over.

"Whoops little to close to home was I," his eyebrows twitched in Groucho Marx fashion.

"You're an ass."

"Yes Ma'am, there's actually not a whole lot of discussion about that"

Kick off led to three roaring hours of collisions and scoring. The game was a back and forth war that stumbled drunkenly between a burgeoning shootout and a punting competition. She screamed, laughed, pointed, punched, prodded and basically foamed at the mouth. He did much the same with the added trick of hugging her tightly every time his boys lit up the scoreboard. In the end a last second field goal sucked the wind and hope out of the crowd. As he stood and pumped his fists, cheering with new found enthusiasm and pride, she dejectedly congratulated him and started making for the aisle.

He trailed closely behind, buzzed from the beer, the weather and the win. She managed to navigate the two of them into a cab and back to the hotel. His afternoon libations and celebration not complete, they sat in the hotel bar and watched the late afternoon games. Properly intoxicated and motivated they decided to take advantage of the warm Miami November with a swim. 

Up in their room she slipped into the bathroom to change into her swimsuit. Changing in the main room he had to chastise himself as he felt a familiar stirring. After all she was his best friend and those days were over. No reason they couldn't go for a friendly swim before dinner.

As she changed in the bathroom she was surprised by the sensitivity of her body and the alertness of her nipples. "What's this all about?" she wondered silently, "I'm married, and it's been ten years since we've been together". She continued dressing and put the thought out of her head.

With the pool nearly empty they had an invigorating swim. Diving, laps and of course the hour they spent trying to dunk each other. It was quite an agreeable way to spend an early Sunday evening and did wonders to clear away the booze and salve some of the sting of the loss. 

"Want to hit the hot tub before dinner?" he asked, amiably. They both had a known weakness for lounging in the heated water.

"Of course!"

"Lead the way ma'am, I'll always follow"

The hot water slowly loosened his body and began to repair the damage of a hard week at the gym and the joy of the plane flight. He couldn't help but admire as her breasts bobbed gently on the water line. She leaned her head back to stretch and he could feel himself harden as he mentally traced the delicate curve of her jaw line down the side of her throat and in between the generous swell of her breasts. As she brought her eyes back to level she giggled internally at his not entirely surreptitious glance. She couldn't help but notice the weight he'd lost or the muscle he'd added to his frame. She felt an entirely different moisture between her legs and was chagrined to find herself aroused.

"Days past in favor of better times ahead," she reminded herself. 

She decided that now as an ideal time to extricate herself from the tub and couldn't help but blush as he tried in vain to hide his arousal. She marveled at how tricky it had to be to try and conceal an erection as one made his way out of a hot tub. He quickly secured a towel and made a process of trying to find his room key. She studied the new definition of muscle in his back and idly wondered if his girlfriend ran her nails down the column of his spine.

Without ado or further incident they retired to their room for the late game and a pizza. They sat on one of the queen beds like teenagers; gym shorts, t-shirts, pizza and paper towels defined the moment. He watched her eyes as she watched the game. He'd forgotten the way light played off of her baby blues. He'd forgotten a lot of things. He was starting to forget that she was married. 

She could feel him watching her. She knew, or suspected, most of the truth about his internal struggle. She wished that she felt uncomfortable, but she just couldn't bring herself to be put off by his adoration. She decided then and there that nothing was going to happen and that it was foolish to consider it. Three snaps later she also decided that she was tired enough to curl up with her head in his lap to watch the remainder of the game. 

"After all, we're comfortable with one and other and he surely doesn't mind"

He was surprised at her positioning but was content to put one arm around her in a friendly hug. She was someone he trusted implicitly and was quite clear about what she wanted from their friendship. So be it, no reason not to enjoy a little closeness. 

The game wore on and its familiar sounds played like a lullaby to sleepy individuals. Soon the two of them were fast asleep atop the covers. He stirred very little as the hours passed and he dreamed of sultry and evocative scenes of her. While his conscious mind was the domain of his control, his subconscious reveled in the envisioning of intertwined bodies.

She awoke to the feel of a lazy hand gently massaging the side of her breast. While entirely inappropriate it certainly felt good. She slowly turned her head, every intention being a gentle rebuke and a suggestion that he find his own bed. She was somewhat surprised to see his eyes firmly shut and to hear the steady breathing of deep sleep. She turned back and nestled her head on his stomach.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," she thought "after all, it's probably what he's doing in his dream anyway"

A devilish impulse took her fancy as she watched his member rise and the intensity of his hand's ministrations increase. She used the back of her nail to gently trace the length of his hardness through his gym shorts. The effect was immediate as he achieved maximum stiffness. She felt the dampness in her own shorts as she viewed her handiwork. It was a hell of an aphrodisiac to be fantasized about.

She gave a moment's thought to what he was dreaming about. She wondered what he was doing to her in his mind. She almost absent-mindedly ran her hand up her thigh and across the sheer fabric that covered her recently shorn sex. The brief electric tingle that ran the length of her spine seemed to make a straight line for pleasure center.

A moment of alarm rang in her mind as he stirred. His waking would be a touch embarrassing at this particular moment. She relaxed and bit her tongue as she realized that he was still sound asleep and merely freeing his member from its uncomfortable nylon confines. She studied it briefly. She'd seen larger and smaller and various other differences in her years. It just seemed at the moment that this one was terribly familiar. 

His active hand slid lightly down her side and played over her waist before he slipped inside her waistband to cup her ass. She reveled in his gentle touch as his insistent fingers penetrated between the toned lines of her thighs. Not quite reaching their goal but content to caress and massage the flesh just shy of her rapidly warming lips.

She glanced to confirm that he was still quite asleep as she shifted her position. Brining her head further down his stomach she shimmied her lower back and brought her ass and legs closer to his reach. She was rewarded a moment later as she felt his finger slide along the inviting groove of her pussy.

"What I am doing?" wandered at some length through her mind, but the feel of his hand holding her while an enterprising finger slipped inside banished this thought for later consideration.

He began to squeeze her more firmly, anchoring a finger deep insider of her while his palm kneaded the perfect cushion of her ass. With reckless abandon she decided to reciprocate. Leaning forward and rising just enough to take the very tip of his dick in her mouth. She began to trace her tongue piercing around the base of his head. She reveled in the faint taste of chlorinated water mixed with sweet sweat of the male gender. 

He awoke very slowly. At a total loss for words he chose to let his hand continue its work and took a moment to appreciate the sensation and technique being applied to his favorite body part. He could feel his cock swelling almost undetectably as each beat of his heart sent more blood coursing through his veins. His eyes played across the expanse of her well-muscled legs and studied the bob of her tits as she worked her tongue up and down his length. He could still smell the faintest trace of her conditioner and skin lotion. He withdrew his hand from her liquid warmth and tasted her pungent juice.

She knew as soon as his hand withdrew that things had gone too far. Without pausing to look she could tell he was watching her break rules and promises that she herself had demanded. She opened her throat and swallowed him whole, running her nose down to the hardened muscle of his inner thigh. She mimicked swallowing to play the muscles of her throat around him.

No word was said as he pulled her up to him and kissed her deeply. His hands explored every inch of flesh they could find. It was so familiar to be holding her body again; the lack of any qualm or concern about perception. To trust and be trusted without reservation intensified the purity of the passion. 

The kiss turned animalistic as it continued. After twenty minutes it became a battle to grope one and other without losing contact. He could feel her nails drawing rows on the skin of his back, could feel as the slightest trickle of blood dripped down his shoulder blade. He held her impossibly close. She could feel the pressure across her ribs, across her heart as she felt a tear fall from his nose to her cheek.

Breaking the moment was unthinkable, it was not a moment that she could ever have again, nor one that she would ever forget. She pulled away just long enough to shed her shorts and his. She wanted to feel him inside her. He needed to be a part of her again.

The moment of penetration was exquisite to the point of bittersweet. He felt himself drive home into her and as the bones of their bodies impacted he rejoiced in their union. She squeezed against him with every fiber of muscle. Trapping him inside her impaled on the very real expression of his desire, she began to grind against him.

She finally drew away for breath and to let loose a moan of unbridled pleasure. He held her neck and arched her back. He licked the rivulets of sweat off her breasts as he circled in on her excited nipple. She pushed further off and began to ride him in earnest. She cried his name as a half-empty pizza box flew off the bed.

He closed his eyes and grabbed onto her hips. He began to lift her off and slam back into her with a fervent rhythm. She responded by tightening her internal muscles. She could feel each millimeter of each stroke. Each vein and imperfection on his dick seemed to play havoc on her slick inner walls.

She reached the point of no return moments later. He could feel the change and brought his efforts to full bore, powering into her with every ounce of his will. His movements were so intense and concentrated that he was soon lifting her entirely off his dick. She exploded with an unreal expulsion of breath. Neither a moan nor a scream, it was a release of every ounce of passion and energy. 

He rolled her over and finished with one last stroke. He could feel every emotion at that exact second. And he could feel their overwhelming love.



Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 1



"Would you like one lump or two?" Said the sweet looking nine-year-old Jenny with flowing blonde hair in the pretty dress as she tried her best to look as snooty as possible. She was playing the part of hostess in her favorite game 'tea party' with her favorite playmate Uncle Tom. He wasn't really her uncle, it was just an honorary title given the longtime friend of the family. He had been around for as long as she could remember; he always had time for her and was her favorite playmate and best friend. He never treated her as a lesser person because she was young and she liked him all the more for that reason. She looked down her cute little nose at him with her sparkling blue eyes waiting for an answer to her question.

"Two sweetie." Tom replied as he did his best not to laugh at the wonderful performance of Jenny as she daintily spooned invisible sugar into the imaginary tea. He marveled at her ability to stay perfectly in character for so long. Although playing tea party with a nine-year-old on a Friday night was not what most twenty-three year olds wanted to do, he loved it. He had been a friend of the family since he went to high school with Jenny's parents. Tom always loved spending time with Jenny and loved her as if she were his own niece. He never missed a school play and was always supportive of anything she did. Ever since he first set eyes on her in that hospital room nine years ago he was hooked. However at that moment the cute nose of the girl he adored was wrinkled up in disgust.

"One does not use 'sweetie' when referring to the hostess." Jenny scolded, staying in character.

"Sorry, it won't happen again." Tom sheepishly apologized because he felt genuinely bawled out; man she was good! Normally he wouldn't let a woman get away with such an arrogant attitude. In the past when faced with similar attitude he would either put them in their place or walk out; Jenny however, was different. He had a steady supply of women in his life but none took the place of Jenny. Jenny brought most of these women to him, as you can imagine a cute girl at a park is a veritable 'chick magnet'. All of them loved the way he was with Jenny but for one reason or another they never stayed permanently. 

"See that it doesn't" Jenny replied with the same snooty attitude as before. 

"Alright you two that's enough. It's bedtime sweetie." Theresa said as she stood in the bedroom doorway. 

"Awe Mom do I have to." Jenny whined and instantly the little girl was back and the snooty hostess was gone. She folded her arms and wore a scowl of defiant disgust and held a genuine pout as she waited for her mother to respond.

"Don't 'awe Mom' me, I let you play an extra fifteen minutes! Now get ready for bed young lady!" The twenty-five year old mother sternly insisted leaning in and talking with her finger, pressing her point home. 

It had been hard raising her daughter when she was so young herself but thankfully she was not alone. Had it not been for her husband Mathew and her good friend Tom she might not have made it through. The two most important men in her life now she had befriended in high school. Her husband Mathew was her high school sweetheart and had always loved her. When she told Mathew she was pregnant he was overjoyed instead of running in the other direction. With both of their parents' permission they married before Jenny was born. Theresa finished high school but never worked more than part time here and there, raising her daughter demanded too much attention. Mathew got a good job that supported them all and never complained at all or resented her for getting pregnant. 

"C'mon Jenny, do as your mother says." Tom said seriously, sneaking Jenny a wink. Jenny looked at Tom than at her mother and her face drained of the angry emotion that was there.

"Okay." Jenny reluctantly agreed and headed for the bathroom. Once Jenny was outside of earshot Theresa decided to have a few words with Tom. 

"I don't need your help in getting her to cooperate you know." Theresa said ever so slightly perturbed. 

However she could not be too angry with her constant peacemaker. He was always there to baby-sit, and distract Jenny when needed and generally be there just before Theresa throttled her daughter. In short he was a godsend and Theresa loved him like a brother for it. Her eyes glanced over him and found that his short brown hair and green eyes along with his beautiful face still helped sell his charm. He kept an active life and with regular visits to the gym was able to keep his track star form. His broad shoulders and tight, muscular ass drew her attention when nobody was looking. He was the type of guy that she could go for if she were not happily married to Mathew. She knew that nothing would ever happen between them but it was nice to drool now and again. 

"I know, but I'm just doing my part." Tom smiled at tall woman in the doorway and looked her over momentarily. 

She was still as tall and slender as she always was; her beauty was timeless. Her poise and the grace in her manner exuded elegance. She maintained the perfect 36C hourglass figure that she was proud of through regular exercise and a careful diet. Her long blonde hair had a natural wave just like her daughter's did. Her blue eyes sparkled with life when she laughed and she wore a smile most of the time. The statuesque woman in the door shook her head and motioned in direction of the kitchen.

"C'mon you, coffee's on." Theresa said as Tom stood to leave the bedroom. A few moments later they were sitting around the kitchen table sipping their coffee and chatting up a storm. Mathew walked in after tucking Jenny in and joined the spirited conversation that was already underway. 

"Hi honey." Theresa smiled at her husband as she examined him quickly. 

He was just slightly taller than Theresa but he has brown hair and blue eyes. His build is bulkier and more muscular than Tom's lean build but the two of them could pass as brothers with the same charming good looks. It was one of the many reasons Theresa counted herself lucky to have both of them in her life. Clearly though Mathew was her sweetheart and always would be, she could not imagine her life without him. She cherished every morning that she woke up seeing his handsome face and counted herself fortunate to have him for her husband. 

"Hey babe." Mathew said with a smile as he kissed Theresa quickly before turning to Tom. "Hey buddy she insisted on saying goodnight to you."

Tom laughed but felt his heart melt slightly as he made his way to Jenny's room. Sure enough he found her in bed all tucked in and waiting patiently for him. Her face lit up when she saw him enter her room and sit beside her on the bed. 

"Hi Uncle Tom." Jenny said as she hugged him. "Even though you're not really my uncle I want you to know that I love you anyways." 

"Thanks sweetie, I love you too even though you're not really my niece." Tom added with a chuckle and was about to kiss her goodnight and leave when she interrupted his plans.

"Uncle Tom, your really nice." She said and paused to look down. It was clear that she wanted to say something big and was preparing to say it, working up her nerve as best she could. 

"What is it sweetie?" Tom prodded gently. She looked up into his eyes just then with a determined look.

"I want you to know that when I get older, I'm gonna marry you." She said with a deadly serious look in her eye. Even though Tom could see that she honestly meant it now he knew her infatuation would not last long. Sooner or later another boy would catch her eye and he would be off the hook. Still it was flattering to be the 'apple of her eye' at the moment, no matter how absurd it was and he couldn't help but smile at her.

"Sure sweetie, whatever you say." Tom said as he kissed her goodnight on the forehead, and left her to dream her little dreams and drift off to sleep. 

"What is it?" Theresa asked as Tom sat down at the kitchen table with a puzzled look on his face and looking a bit shaken. 

"You're not going to believe this." Tom paused and chuckled. "But your daughter just proposed to me . . . I think?" Tom said still confused but chuckling somewhat.

"WHAT!" Mathew and Theresa said in a shocked chorus.

"Yep she looked me dead in the eye and quite seriously informed me that when she got older she was going to marry me. Kinda cute ain't it?" Tom chuckled shaking his head at the silliness of it all. He could read the worried look on the face of his friends and did his best to reassure them. "C'mon, once she hits the teen years she'll go boy crazy like all the other's do and forget all about me. Relax it's just a cute kid thing that's all." The three friends laughed at the cuteness of it all, finding humor in the imagination of a little girl's infatuation. 

Over the next few years Tom remained a steadfast part of the family's life. Spending time with all of them and kept up his role as peacemaker, counselor, comforter and friend to all of them. Offering a kind word at just the right moment or a broad shoulder for Jenny to cry on when she needed it. The kindred friendship of Tom and Jenny did not dwindle as time rolled on as one might expect, but continued to be a large part of their lives. Even in her teen years Jenny never ditched Tom in the presence of her friends, as normally would be the case. She never was ashamed of knowing him or being seen in public as teens sometimes do. She had a number of close friends but he remained by far her best friend. 

Tom never lived outside of walking distance from Theresa, Mathew and Jenny and they all had keys for both places. It just made sense because they all lived at each other's home and were back and forth constantly. It was suggested once that Tom move in but they all agreed that there were times when everybody needs their privacy. As a compromise Tom moved to the same apartment complex as his friends and that seemed to work out just fine. 

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"You guy's ready to go yet?" Said the thirty-two year old Tom as he walked into the apartment. 

"Just about." Came a call from the kitchen table. Tom looked over and saw Mathew sitting dressed, ready for an evening on the town but waiting for the ladies. 

"Hey bud, I see the ladies aren't ready yet." Tom said as he sat down next to Mathew. 

"Well Teresa has been ready for a bit, she is helping Jenny with the finishing touches to her outfit. I guess she wants to look perfect for her eighteenth birthday." Mathew groaned, rolling his eyes while shaking his head slightly.

"I just hope that she's done before her nineteenth birthday!" Tom quipped and both men shared a laugh as neither of them realized that they were not alone. 

"Very funny, you both know that this is a big day for her." Theresa scolded as she stood in the hallway that led to the bedrooms. 

Both men's chins dropped as their eyes fell over her, she truly was a vision of beauty. While it was true that she would make a burlap sack look good, tonight she was especially beautiful. The extra effort she had put into crafting her look was evident both in the radiance of her beauty and the reaction of the men. Her long normally flowing blonde hair was pulled up in a tight bun exposing the soft tender skin of her oh so kissable neck. Her eyes sparkled as she enjoyed the obvious admiration of the guys. The time she spent carefully sculpting her look now seemed worth it as she saw the awe in their eyes. The sleek long white dress she wore hugged her curves but did not appear to cut off circulation. The non-stop flowing of feminine curves unhindered by straps of any kind added to the enticing aura of the look. Her breasts looked larger than usual as they sat high and perky on the chest of this angelic beauty. She rested her hands on her hips and waited patiently for some kind of audible response from the men.

"Wow." Was all that Mathew could say.

"Yeah Wow." Tom agreed. 

"Why thank you. Do you really think I look good? I could change you know." Theresa said with a playful glint in her eye as she teased the men. It was not as often as she liked that she garnered this much attention or had the chance to dress up.

"No babe, don't change a thing. You look AMAZING!" Mathew said with the look of awe still on his face. From down the hall the sound of someone quietly clearing their throat could be heard, Theresa looked behind her and smiled.

"Gentlemen, may I present to you the newest adult in the land. Our very own Jenny is all grown up!" Theresa beamed with pride as she moved out of the way trying to make a grand presentation. From the shadows of the hall a shadowy figure could be seen moving into the light. Tom just about swallowed his tongue as Jenny, the woman floated into view for the first time. 

She had the grace, poise and beauty of her mother, yet she still possessed the playful innocence of her youth. Her blonde mane flowed and spilled over her shoulders in the illusion of disarray. Somehow that confusion of blonde hair invited you to stroke and comb it into some semblance of order and perhaps that was the teasing idea. Making you yearn to touch and caress her hair, drawing her dangerously closer to you. Her long slender black dress was the same style as her mother's, but the black color added a seductive touch of sin. The dress hugged her undeniably mature feminine curves exceptionally well, flaunting the fact that she was not a little girl anymore.

In every way she was a younger version of her mother but she possessed her own impish charm and individual style. She was not a carbon copy of her mother but clearly the acorn did not fall far from the tree; genetics had been kind. One way that she exceeded her mother was the fact that her breasts were unbelievably firm and perky for a D cup. The dress material strained to modestly contain her beautiful breasts without looking lewd or sleazy. It was hard to say what was her best feature or what was her worst. The whole package fit together so well, it all worked together seamlessly and silently to impress and amaze. Her emerald eyes sparkled with delight and trepidation as she looked over toward the men looking for some kind of reaction. 

"Stunning, absolutely stunning sweetheart." Mathew said with the broad smile of a proud father.

"Words don't do you justice . . . you're quite lovely sweetie." Tom said with a slight waver in his voice that he did his best to hide.

Tom was quite shaken and was not at all comfortable with seeing Jenny as she was at that moment. Where was the little girl with whom he had played 'tea party'? Where was that tender innocent bundle of joy that he held in his arms so many years ago that seemed like only yesterday? Who was this new person that took the place of his little sweetie? He looked her over again and again, seeing her for the first time as the woman she had become. 

Clearly she still possessed the familiar features he knew, but she was different today. He wondered why he never saw her incomparable beauty before? She had always just been his 'little sweetie' and he loved her as she was and only saw her inner beauty. One day flowed into the next and the subtle changes of time crept up on him unnoticed. Now the image of the sweet innocent little girl was smashed forever and he felt lost. It was as if he didn't know who she was anymore or how to relate to her. He felt like she had changed and betrayed him somehow simply by not staying the little girl he knew. Why did she have to grow up so fast? Why couldn't she stay that innocent little girl who loved to play with him for hours? What was worse was the fact that her beauty excited him in a way that he had no control over but was ashamed of. His own body betrayed him as his dick got painfully hard the instant she walked in and it continued to throb. He could not deny that she was a beautiful young woman anymore; her beauty would excite even the most ardent of gay men. 

"Really?" Jenny beamed. "Cool." She said shooting the guys a raised eyebrow hardly trying to contain her excitement. She positively vibrated with energy and the excitement of the big day, proud of the fact that she was now at last an adult. She was exuberant that finally she had completed the right of passage from youth to adulthood and she felt like she was finally her own person. Finally nobody could tell her what to do, finally people had to take her seriously for she was all grown up. She could make her own decisions and live her own life as she wanted to and nobody was going to stop her! 

Due to the lack of a bra, her hard nipples that strained against the dress could be seen by the roving eye. Tom shook and looked away from the nipples that for a brief half moment forced him to wonder what they would look like out of that dress. He blushed his shame and embarrassment as he pretended to straiten out a wrinkle in his dress shirt, hoping for a moment alone. Clearly he was not accustomed to seeing his 'sweetie' as a 'hottie'. Tom tried to get a grip of himself and the odd mix of emotions that flooded through him at that moment. 

"Is everything alright Uncle Tom?" Jenny said as she put her hand on his shoulder. 

"Fine dear, just wondering if I should go home and change." He looked up at the new face of his old friend and smiled trying to cover the storm of emotions that raged under the skin.

"Why?" Jenny inquired with a baffled tone.

"Because next to you I look like something the cat dragged in yesterday." Tom nervously chuckled. 

"I got news for you buddy, a change of clothes wouldn't help." Mathew chimed in cheekily as if on cue. 

"That's true." Agreed Theresa in the same playful tone. 

"I think you're right!" Groaned Tom as he shook his head with a slightly dejected look on his face. 

"Stop it! I think my date looks quite handsome tonight!" Jenny scowled at her parents in Tom's defense.

"Your date?" The three other adults asked in perplexed chorus.

"Yes, my date." Jenny said proudly. "Everyone else is paired up, you two and both grandparents. Tom and I are the only single people going tonight so I figured that makes him my date." She said calmly to everyone but looked back at Tom and said, "Unless you're not comfortable with it?" 

Not comfortable with it! Now there's the understatement of the century but what could he do? Tell everyone the truth? Tell them all that just being near her excited him in a way that he wished she didn't? He was too ashamed and confused by all the revelations of the last few minutes to think clearly. 

"Of course sweetie, I would be honored." Tom said as he stood and offered Jenny his arm as gentlemanly as possible. She took his arm and he felt a slight charge of electricity when she pressed her body beside his as she took his arm. "Okay, lets go before we lose those reservations." Tom said over Jenny's shoulder to Mathew and Theresa. They looked about as comfortable about the new development as Tom was. He managed to shrug his shoulders at them and they shrugged theirs back and not a further word was said. 

All through dinner Jenny was the lady of the hour and she kept behaving that she was really on a date with Tom. Tom however thought it was all an act, another game of pretend but nothing serious. In that light he slowly grew accustomed to the new version of Jenny. As the evening wore on he was able to get over the initial shock of her emergence from the cocoon. Once they had finished diner and were in the lounge having some drinks Tom was able to relax around her. Finally he could see her as simply Jenny and they were in old form as the two good friends they were. In a way, she still was his sweetie but just a different form of her. Tom felt slightly jealous of the young man that would surely take his little sweetie away from him. For he knew that life would move on and she would find someone special to spend her life with. That development would cause yet more of an adjustment for both of them but he knew he would handle it. Tom knew that somehow she would be in his life until the day he died. For the moment he allowed himself to enjoy the present situation that she was sitting beside him hanging off his arm as his date. As the evening progressed further, the older generation left the younger ones to dance the night away. The four of them enjoyed the good music, good drinks and good times of the joyous occasion. As the evening wound down and the last dance of the night started, Tom found himself with Jenny in his arms. It was a position he had been in a few times before that evening in previous slow dances. Before when they danced it was innocently, like a father/daughter would with some space between them, but this time was different. Now she held him in an intimate embrace, she held him tight and rested her head on his shoulder as they swayed to the music. 




Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 1



For Jenny it was the perfect end to a perfect day, finally she had him in her arms. Finally she could hold him close like she had yearned to do so for so long now. The object of her desire was in her arms and it felt like heaven to her. To her there was no more perfect a specimen of a man neither in physical beauty nor in quality of character. He was the one, the only one that she wanted for all time; she knew it deep in her bones. She fully planned on making that dream a reality, of making Tom her husband. She had waited patiently for him for nine long years, for her chance to win his heart. For nine long years she had dreamed of holding him intimately in her arms like she was doing now. The moment was dreamy, tender and she never wanted that perfect moment to end and her guard was down.

"I love you Tom." Slipped unchecked past Jenny's lips. Quietly she cursed herself for so brazenly blurting out her most intimate, hidden secret in such a crude way. She wanted to tell him in a better, more private and appropriate setting. 

"I love you too sweetie." Tom replied quickly and instinctively not missing a beat as they swayed to the music. 

Jenny got off lucky, he had simply thought she had expressed her platonic love for him as her Uncle Tom. She was safe; he did not know how she really felt it was still her most guarded secret that she could save for another day. As she counted her lucky starts Jenny realized that she didn't need to hide it from him anymore. She was an adult now, old enough to do something about it, old enough for him to finally know. Slowly Jenny lifted her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eye with a tear in her own.

"No Tom." Jenny paused, her hands shaking. "I love you." She repeated tenderly searching his eyes for a response, any kind of reaction, some hint as to what was going on in his mind. 

Her heart swelled and almost burst with all the passion and love she had for him as she looked into his eyes. Before she knew what she was doing or could stop herself she kissed him on the lips in a tender, brief moment. For her though, that kiss lasted an exquisite eternity until their lips parted. As the kiss broke and she opened her eyes, the troubled and confused look on Tom's face was too much for her. 

She was mortified, humiliated and embarrassed to the extreme. She had not intended for Tom to find out this way, she knew it was too much too soon. She had been swept up in the moment, lost her cool and blew her chances with him forever. In short she just wanted to die, and quickly left the dance floor not looking back. Not much was said after that and thankfully it was the last dance so the evening would be over soon. She could not even bear to look at him and just wanted to forget the whole painful experience, hoping to cry herself to sleep tonight. 

It was too much for Tom to see Jenny in so much pain; he had no idea that she felt the way that she did. He wanted to say something to comfort her in some way but this one time, words failed him. To tell the truth he didn't know exactly what he felt either and that was more disturbing than anything she did ever was. He dared not admit that he loved to hold her in his arms or that the kiss was fantastic or worse still that he ached to have her near to him again. He was thoroughly disgusted with himself for having such feelings towards his 'sweetie'. He felt like a dirty old man and was ashamed to have enjoyed the kiss like he knew he had and he wanted to cry in shame. 

As they approached the apartment door Tom pulled Jenny aside, allowing Theresa and Mathew to go inside. He still did not know exactly what he was going to say but knew he had to try to resolve the situation somehow. He wanted to let her down gently if that was possible; he wanted to restore her shattered self worth. He wanted to tell her how highly he still thought of her and that he would always be there for her, just not in that way.

"Jenny, I wanted to talk about what happened." Tom said as he stroked her shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. It must have been the drinks that made me talk silly." Jenny said with a tremble, her eyes darting around everywhere but in Tom's direction. "What I meant to say was that you are special to me, not that I loved you, silly." Jenny finished but now was shaking nervously. Tom put his arms around her and pulled her to him in an embrace meant to console her. She melted in his arms and held him as tight as she did on the dance floor, her shaking now stopped. They held each other in a quiet moment's embrace, each trying to calm their nerves before speaking again.

"You know you will always be my sweetie." Tom said as he stroked her soft hair soothingly. "Nothing or nobody can take me away from you I'll always be here for you." Tom paused and took a breath before continuing. "But you're gonna meet some lucky guy your own age that will knock your socks off." Tom said in as a reassuring tone as he could. "And you'll forget all about me, but we'll still be friends and your Uncle Tom will still be here for you." Tom finished and took a deep breath Jenny looked him square in the eye with the same look of determined seriousness. 

"No Tom, you're wrong." Jenny said shaking her head. "I have loved you for years now, I've dated other guys but they all pale in comparison to you. You are the perfect man for me. We're good friends, you are nothing but kind and supportive of me, you genuinely care about me and I know you love me for me." 

"Jenny wait." Tom interrupted but Jenny cut him off before he could protest.

"No you wait!" Jenny instructed. "I have thought a lot about this and I know what I want, I'm not a little girl anymore. I know that we would be perfect together why can't you see that?" She paused and sighed looking away briefly before she looked back into his with as alluring a look as she could manage. "I've been your sweetie for the past eighteen years . . . now I want to be your sweetheart." 

"Jenny it's not as simple as all that." Tom tried to explain but his head was spinning with yet more uncomfortable revelations. Not the least of which was that he wanted to tell her yes, yes a thousand times yes. Part of him agreed with her but there were too many variables to consider, others would be hurt and that would be too high a cost for their happiness. 

"Yes it is Tom!" Jenny hissed. "We're not related and we're both adults, either you want me or you don't, which is it?" Jenny looked into his eyes with a pleading look that melted his heart. Her heart was held up before him and he could see it beating in her hand as he considered his response. Would he drop kick the heart of his sweetie across the hall or not? He could not say yes, he knew he just couldn't nor could he hurt her any more than he already had. Tears welled up in his eyes as he wrestled with her question and the right way to answer it.

"It's not as simple as all that for me. It could be great I'll give you that but what if it didn't work out, what then? What about your parents, I've been their friend's since before you were born, how would they feel? On the one hand, if you were anyone else's child, yes I would like to date you, but on the other hand it would get too complicated right now sweetie." Tom said as the pain and aggravation became clearly apparent in his manner and voice. "I just can't." He said as he left her standing there without looking back, the tears welling up in his eyes. Somehow he maintained his composure until he was again inside his apartment.

So what does a guy do when he has passed up the greatest thing in his life because of reasons beyond his control? You guessed it, grab the bottle of rum from the freezer and the coke the fridge and drink himself into a stupor. Somehow as he was wallowing in his world of self-pity he managed to make his way back to his bed before crashing. Thankfully he did not have to work the next day or he would be in serious trouble.

For the next week Tom and Jenny tiptoed around each other, speaking seldom and when they did it was simply polite small talk. Theresa and Mathew noticed the change and while they were concerned they did not want to interfere when nothing seemed outwardly wrong. They wrote it off to just their imagination and left it to that. Neither Tom nor Jenny knew a solution or how to turn the clock back. That week was hell on both of them, gnawing away at their sanity and grinding on their nerves. They never truly realized just how intertwined their lives were until that week they stopped seeing each other. Both of them were utterly miserable and missed the other terribly, simply wanting an end to this nightmare. Eventually it might have blown over and they would have gotten over it and moved on with their lives somehow without the other. Yes, it might have happened like that, if one of them hadn't broken.

It was late at night Friday night when Tom was woken from a dream. As he opened his eyes he saw Jenny standing in front of him in a sheer nightgown in all her beauty and he knew he must have still been dreaming. He looked her over and it was clear that she had been tossing and turning but found no rest in her bed. She was a mess, as much of a mess as he must have looked like he guessed. Neither of them had slept much since her birthday and she had interrupted what little sleep he got. 

Then again she wasn't really there because he was still asleep and she was only a figment of his lonely imagination. She was only an oasis of calm in the stormy desert that had been his mind this past week. She was a welcome delusion and a bright respite from the nightmares he had been having the past few nights. 

"I've missed you." The imaginary Jenny said.

"I've missed you too Sweetheart." Tom said. He knew the significance of the change of her pet name but since this was all a dream, he could say what he truly felt. He could allow himself to love her because now hard would be done. When Jenny heard this, she smiled and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Really? Am I really your sweetheart?" The dream Jenny said with the wonder of a little child.

"I've been miserable without you, I can't stand not being a part of your life." Tom admitted with a tear in his eye and a sigh in his heart. It felt good to admit this to her even if it was only a dream image of her. 

"Hold me sweetheart, I can't bear not to touch you." This entity said with a pleading look of love.

"Certainly, come to me sweetheart." Tom replied fully expecting the apparition to vanish leaving him alone in his bed yet again for another night.

When he felt the rush of air as the covers were pulled back and the weight of another person entering the bed he knew too late that it was no dream. His eyes shot open just in time to see the real Jenny snuggle up to him and tuck herself in. The instant her skin touched his, all of his pain and anguish left him and for the first time in a while he felt complete. Jenny held him tightly and was content simply to have him near. She was home, complete, at peace with the world and she knew it. For the first time in more than a week Jenny fell soundly asleep almost instantly. 

As Tom lay there with Jenny sleeping soundly cuddled up to him he watched the rhythmic movement of her breathing. Electricity coursed through him as her soft tender skin and silky pajamas touched him. As he watched her sleep he was filled with a euphoric joy simply to have her near him. To know that she loved him as much as she did, and he could not deny that he loved her back as much. 

How could he not love her? All her life she had enriched his life so much just by spending time with him. Now this beautiful creature, his sweetie loved him completely and without reservation, asking only to be loved in return. She already had his heart and she knew that, but to what degree he was willing to give it was still to be decided. He knew that he could not live without her, that much was painfully obvious. Could he bear the cost of being with her? Only time would tell, for tonight though, he would enjoy having her near. Tom also fell into a deep contented sleep soon after enjoying a few precious moments of holding her. 

When morning broke and Tom woke up he found that he was again alone. This caused him to wonder if last night was the most vivid dream he had ever experienced but the noise and smells from the kitchen told him otherwise. He got up, still groggy walked into the kitchen and paused to examine the further proof that last night was no dream before entering. 

There stood Jenny by the stove dressed in one of his dark shorts and white t-shirt scrambling some eggs for breakfast. Her blonde hair fell about in an early morning mess that she seemed content with. Her legs were long, shapely, silky looking and in a word, incredible! The sight of her spectacular pear shaped ass made him hard instantly, even first thing in the morning Jenny looked hot. 

"Morning sweetie." Jenny said with a glint as she now let on that she had noticed Tom's presence. "Or should I say Sweetheart!" Jenny said with pride and winked seductively in Tom's direction, his heart skipped a beat.

"Morning Sweetheart." Tom replied with a smile as he approached her.

They moved towards each other and licked their lips in preparation for a much anticipated good morning kiss. Before they could embrace there was a key in the door and then the sound of it opening. Not to be deprived of her kiss Jenny quickly kissed Tom square on the lips and held that kiss as long as she dared. She was back, innocently scrambling her eggs before her mother came into view. Tom was left trying to hide his throbbing hardon and flushed look and quick before Theresa noticed either. 

"There you are sweetie, I was wondering what happened to you?" Theresa said sounding perturbed but added a sigh of relief. "You had me worried when I couldn't find you this morning." By now Tom was pouring himself a coffee and offered Theresa a cup that she graciously accepted. 

"Oh mom, you must have known I was over here, where else would I go?" Jenny replied like her mother was just being silly. "I couldn't sleep so I came over and talked to Uncle Tom for a while and before I knew it I was out like a light." 

"You should have left me a note or something." Theresa said as she sipped her coffee.

"Mom, I'm not a little girl anymore, I can take care of myself." Jenny insisted with a perturbed tone.

"True but I'm still your mother and I care about you. As long as you live under my roof, I want to know where you are." Theresa responded in the same perturbed tone as her daughter had used. Jenny was about to say something else and escalate matters, when Tom interrupted her before she spoke.

"She's right sweetie, she just wants to know you're safe." Tom said in calming tone, Jenny shot him a deadly glare but it melted instantly when her eyes met his.

"I didn't want to worry you mom, but I'm an adult and it's my life. What I do and where I go is my decision, not yours. You have to let me grow up Mom." Jenny said in frustration, stirring the eggs more forcefully now and not looking at her mother. Tom watched her breasts jiggle quite nicely under the t-shirt and felt a stirring in his loins. 

Theresa could see what her daughter was getting at. She remembered what it was like to be young, to want to stretch your wings and assert your independence. Of course at this age Theresa was married and straddled with a two-year-old daughter so this particular argument never came up. Theresa was not unmindful of what Jenny was going through, her daughter wanted to live her own life now. As hard as it was to accept, she had to give her baby some space and allow her to grow up. Theresa always considered herself a flexible person and quickly thought up a compromise. 

"I understand that you're an adult now and that your life is yours to live. However I am still your mother and as long as you live under my roof I am responsible for your safety. All I ask is that you call me to let me know your safe and when you're not going to be home." Theresa said with a sigh and finished with a sip of her coffee. "You don't need my permission anymore, you're your own woman now. I still think that I should know when to expect you home and when not to." 

The very thought of Jenny running all over town doing who knows what with who knows who scared Theresa silly. Still, Theresa had to face facts that her little girl was an adult and responsible for her own actions. All Theresa could do was rely on her belief that she had raised Jenny right and given her a strong moral compass to guide her. 

Jenny was silent for a moment as she pondered what her mother had said. While she didn't like the idea of having to check in with mommy every night, she could live with those terms for now. Jenny wanted to come and go as she pleased since she was an adult now and responsible only to herself for what she did. However her mother still was her mother and perhaps needed a little weaning of her own. Perhaps in a few months she could talk to her mother again on the subject and alter the arrangement. 

"Okay Mom, that sounds fair, thanks for understanding." Jenny said as she rushed over and gave her mother a hug. As she returned to her breakfast she turned to her mother and said, "Do you want to join us for breakfast? I made enough for everyone." She said with an innocent smile just as pretty as you please. 

"How did you? . . . oh never mind, yes I would like some breakfast, as you can see I just got up myself." Theresa said as she opened up her coat to reveal that she was still in her nightgown. Tom pointed to his boxer shorts and told her she wasn't alone and everyone chuckled. After breakfast both women left but not before Jenny slyly passed Tom a hastily written note: "Keep tonight open" was all it said. Tom threw it in the trash and turned to tackle the morning dishes not wanting to think what she had planned. 

Later that day Jenny burst through the door of Tom's apartment carrying a large sports bag and a grocery bag. She closed the door quickly and took a moment to catch her breath before saying anything. Tom looked up from the computer and smiled when he saw her. Even though he was a bit puzzled by her behavior it was always good to see her. Tom was about open his mouth when Jenny raised her index finger while she took a final deep breath.

"You . . . out." Jenny puffed as she pointed to Tom and then at the door still trying to catch her breath. 

"Excuse me?" Tom replied now quite confused and a little pissed after being told to vacate his own apartment without so much as a hello. 

"Hi sweetheart, mother thinks that I'm spending tonight at a friends place. I have a special evening planned for us but I need time to prepare it. So, go to the multiplex; see a movie then come home in a couple of hours but don't eat anything. I don't want you to spoil your appetite." Jenny instructed as she dropped her bags in the kitchen and folded her hands as if in prayer. "Trust me, it'll be perfect." She added with the most pleading smile she could manage.

"Okay, sweetheart." Tom said with a nervous smile as he shut down the computer and walked to the door. 

He was still not sure of anything but didn't want to burst her bubble. It was clear that she had something up her sleeve and it was important to her. He wasn't sure if he liked where the evening probably would lead to but perhaps sex was not what she had in mind. It would at least give them a chance to see each other in a romantic setting, perhaps it would just be too awkward and nothing would come of it. Perhaps they would both see that a romantic involvement with each other would just not work and they both could get on with their lives as before. It was to this hope that Tom clung to as he prepared to play along with her little game. 




Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 1



"When you come back, park on the street. I don't want mom dropping in for coffee in the morning." Jenny said as she rushed to Tom's side to give him a lingering goodbye kiss. This kiss was more passionate than their other kisses because it was the first kiss they both wanted to give. Jenny's body melted into his as the tender kiss grew in passion and intensity and culminated with their tongues dancing. Jenny broke the kiss and held Tom at bay as her breath heaved with the passion he had stirred up while her sinful desires smoldered.

"Now go before you ruin all my plans." Jenny said as she ushered Tom out the door.

Jenny locked it behind him to prevent her from dragging him back in there. She could barely control herself and could hardly believe how hot he got her from only a kiss. Just then she was mere moments away from pouncing on him like a lioness on the prowl, and that would not do to be sure. She wanted to be sure that perusing Tom was the right thing to do before giving herself to him completely. She needed to know if they could see each other in a romantic light and be comfortable with it. Were they too set in the established patterns to change them now? Could Tom accept her as an equal and allow her to be the girlfriend or even wife she wanted to be, without trying to father her? A thousand questions needed to be answered to quell the agitated butterflies in her stomach, but now was not the time. Now was the time to get things ready for the evening she had planned for a long time now. Finally she would spend a special evening with the man she has wanted for far too long now. Butterflies or not she needed to see this evening through or regret it for the rest of her life.

Tom sat in the dark theater barely noticing the movie that he had paid good money to see. His mind wandered and reviewed the events that lead him to his current dilemma. Where had he gone so wrong? What could he have done to avoid the current mess? Why did he have to betray his oldest and dearest friends for a chance at happiness? Why would he have to break the heart of the one woman he treasured more than life itself to do the right thing? Either way his heart was sure to get trampled on the only question was whose heart to hurt along with his own? 

He could not even figure out what he really wanted, everything was so cloudy and murky. Right and wrong were no longer black and white anymore. All he saw was a thousand shades of gray as he tried to pick the lesser of the two evils. Could he really be certain of her feelings? What if it was just a childhood infatuation that she never let go of? How could he take advantage of her and lead her on if he could not be assured of either of their true feelings? He was the older and supposedly wiser one, he had guided her through so many challenges before and now was no different. He knew he had to do the thinking for both of them, somehow do the right thing by everybody or at least by the two of them. 

When he got back to the apartment after taking the long way home he noticed a note taped to the door telling him to knock. It felt quite odd to knock on the door of his own apartment but the evening was in her hands for now, so he knocked. A moment later the door barely opened and Jenny silently handed him a sleeping mask. Obviously she intended him to use it as a blindfold and once more, against his better judgment he complied then awaited his fate. He could hear the door open and felt her feminine hand take his and she guided him to what he guessed was the back of the apartment. As quickly as it started the trip was over and he the blindfold was whisked off and a door closed behind him. It took but a moment to realize that he was in the bathroom. Before him he could see a complete outfit laid out for him: black shoes, black dress pants, gray silk shirt and dark tie that he did not recognize. 

"Shower, change and knock again when you're ready." Jenny said from behind the closed door.

Before long Tom had showered and was ready for the odd evening to continue. He hoped that it would not continue in a similar cryptic fashion as it was already the oddest evening he could remember. He knocked and hoped to be let out but again the door opened just enough for the blindfold to be handed back to him. He could see and eye peering through the crack watching his next move. Without a word he put the blindfold back on and was once more led out of the apartment. He took off the blindfold and looked around wondering what was next in the peculiar chain of events. After a moment of no more surprises he knocked once more on his own apartment door and this time it was opened and he was graciously ushered in. 

"Sorry about blindfolding you but I had hoped to have my own place before doing this." Jenny said apologetically and looked down at her feet. Tom could see that it was harder for her than it was for him. She was in the same evening dress she wore for her birthday the week before. Although it was a fine dress, for Tom it brought back bad memories, it was the dress that killed his little sweetie. It was the dress that triggered this whole strange crisis and tension between them. Because of that dress he no longer saw her as a little girl and innocent child but a desirable woman. 

Tonight however, she was somehow more breathtakingly beautiful than she had ever been before, she was positively radiant. In a word she was the perfect picture of stunning splendor and nobody on heaven or earth could hold a candle to her beauty at that moment. Tom was momentarily speechless by her beauty but could see that she was still nervous and troubled. After a moment his powers of speech returned to him, he stepped closer to her to ease her uneasy spirit. 

"You've planned this for some time haven't you." Tom said with a smile as he lifted her face to his.

"Yes." Jenny said swallowing hard as she stared into the eyes of the one she loved so. She could hardly believe that the magical evening of so many of her dreams had finally begun. She took a deep breath and a moment in an attempt to calm her nerves. 

"Well, it's your show sweetheart." Tom smiled and patiently waited for Jenny to make the next move.

She turned and gracefully escorted Tom toward the now romantically decorated dinner table. Two long candles burned and two settings were set on a plain red tablecloth, it was simple, elegant and inviting. Tom sat in the far chair and allowed Jenny to play hostess one more time but this time it was no child's game. 

She served the fancy pasta dish with a rich cream sauce that she had lovingly prepared as Tom poured the wine. He had just noticed the bottle near where he was sitting, chilled, allowed to breathe and ready to serve. Tom noted that she had even chosen the right wine to accompany the meal. Indeed she had planed this evening well and clearly left nothing to chance. Once the meal was placed before both of them Tom got up and seated Jenny, as any gentleman should before returning to his seat. 

"I propose a toast." Tom said raising his glass of wine and waited for Jenny to follow suite before continuing. "To old friends and new possibilities."

"Here, here." Jenny said with a wink as she clinked his glass as they both took a sip.

Dinner was pleasant and relatively uneventful as they both enjoyed the nice dinner together. The conversation was light and the mood was warm. There was electricity in the air that could not be denied and clearly romance was afoot. Tom found it hard to imagine that the beautiful woman he was having dinner with was his little sweetie. Clearly this woman was different and yet familiar, she was not the same little girl anymore but a woman in her own right. Slowly he was starting to accept her as the woman she was and did not resent her for growing up.

Soon they found themselves cuddled up on the couch drinking wine and watching 'Casablanca', the all time romantic classic. Naturally Jenny had changed into jeans and a sweatshirt and Tom had discarded the tie as they snuggled together on that couch. Not much was said during the movie other than the typical movie conversation. Neither of them wanted to spoil the intimate immediacy of the moment, nothing existed outside of the perfect evening Jenny had carefully crafted. Larger issues and serious conversation could wait for some other time. For now they simply enjoyed the tender moment as if it was all that the fates would allow them. Like all good things though, before long the movie was over and they were left with wine, warm fire and unanswered questions. There was a long pause before one of them spoke to break the uneasy silence.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't know what to expect tonight." Tom said as he caressed Jenny's hair. "I didn't know what would happen or how I would feel about spending this evening with you."

"Neither did I." Jenny interrupted. "It was just something I had to do, no matter what happens now, at least I will have had one precious evening with you." Jenny finished striving to hold back the tears. The thought of being brought so close to what she has wanted for half her life only to have it taken away was almost too much to bear. 

"All I can say is that I know now that something has changed between us." Tom said as Jenny's wet eyes turned to search his face for sincerity. "You are without a doubt the most spectacular woman I know. I have loved you from the moment I first saw you eighteen years ago, you know that." Jenny nodded and smiled, her eyes getting wetter, a tear sneaked down her cheek unnoticed. "I love you Jenny. For better or worse, I love you for the woman you have become." Tom said with a waver in his voice betraying his attempt to remain strong. 

"I love you so much Tom, more now than ever if that's possible." Jenny said with tears now rolling down her cheek as she clung tightly to him and sobbed tears of joy after hearing the words she craved to hear from the man she loved for so long now. Her heart bust and her spirit soared at the news and the emotion of the moment overwhelmed her. Her dream had become reality, she loved him and he loved her back, they belonged to each other now. 

"As much as I love you sweetheart I don't know if we can or should be together." Tom said as a tear rolled down his cheek as he shook his head and looked away. 

Jenny's spirit plummeted and her heart froze, as her worst fear was about to become reality. Was she really about to lose him after only just winning his heart? How could fate be this cruel? At that moment all Jenny wanted to do was die. She couldn't even speak a word in protest or even ask why. Thankfully, Tom did not leave her hanging long or wait for her to ask the question before he explained himself.

"I just don't know what to do about Mat and Theresa. How can I tell them about us without them hating me forever? I can't think of a worse way to betray them. As much as I want to be with you and believe me I do! I just don't know if I can live with myself if I do." Tom said and turned his head away in shame, loathing himself at that moment.

"Why? Why not? Why is it such a betrayal to love me? You and I are not related! We are both adults and we love each other! Why is that not enough? All my life you have been nothing but kind, loving and there for me. You taught me what it was to be a lady and what a true gentleman was. How could I not love you? How could any woman not love you?" Jenny said between near uncontrollable sobs as the dagger twisted and burrowed deeper into her lifeless heart. 

She clung even tighter and cried face first into his chest. This was all too much for Tom and he joined her as an unbridled wave of tears burst forth from his own wounded and battered heart. They both held each other tightly, not knowing what to say but simply cried until they could cry no more. The constant beating of Tom's heart began to calm her down until it was the only sound she heard. For the first time since they started crying the silence was broken with words not cries of anguish. 

"I don't have the answers Sweetheart." Tom said painfully.

"Neither do I my love, but we'll find a way to make it work! We have to! We must find a way! We owe it to each other to find a way!" Jenny said looking into Tom's eyes with all the love and steadfast conviction she could muster. She could see in his face that her words hit home, she was winning his heart for the second time that night. "I know in my heart that we can make this work. I don't want to hurt Mom and Dad any more than you do. Once they see how much we really love each other how could they not understand? How could they not know that what has blossomed between us was simply meant to be? It might take some time but they will understand, I know it!"

Tom sat silent and didn't say anything, her words were convincing and her logic seemed sound. He wanted to give in to her, more than anything he wanted her, more than she knew. Sweat formed on his brow as he tried to decide the right thing to do, it had come down to this moment. The moment when he decided to fish or cut bait. Would he? Could he? Should he? Could he really walk away from her? He got the shakes of an addict in withdrawal just thinking about walking away. Just because it would be difficult doesn't mean he shouldn't or wouldn't do it, remember Bogart?

"I know we can make it. I know that we can find a way to be together if we want it bad enough. The only question left is if you really want me?" Jenny said and sat up still holding his hand. She looked in his eyes one last time. "I am going into that bedroom now to wait for you. The next move is up to you, take a moment and decide what you really want. If you come to me you are saying that you will do whatever it takes, and fight with everything you've got be with me and make it work. If you can't give me that, if you can't do that . . . then don't come. The choice is yours, you know how I feel." Without a further word Jenny got up and disappeared into the bedroom closing it behind her.

Tom was never more alone in his life and the silence was deafening. Images of screaming fights and the tormented faces of his close friends flashed before his eyes as he pondered the fork in the road he was at. He tried to form the words that he might say to Jenny's parents. He tried to find a way to explain how he could love their daughter as a woman and not his sweetie, but words failed him. 

He knew what he wanted, that was not the problem; he wanted her so bad he could taste it. The problem was that he truly didn't know if he had that much fight in him to be with her? Would it really work out even if they decided to fight? What if he hurt his closest friends and in the end it wasn't worth it? He searched his mind and heart for some kind of guarantee but found none. 

A few moments had passed since Jenny disappeared behind the bedroom door and now a noise was heard. He looked over and saw that the door was now opened slightly. Tom knew this was her signal that she was ready for him, if he wanted her. 

Seconds ticked by as he searched his soul for the right thing to do, for some direction. He knew that if he didn't decide soon than he would blow his chance with her for good and that scared him. It was at that point that he had his answer. That realization of that fear and the consequences of it crystallized everything for him. He had to try; sure he had no guarantee of what would happen. He knew that he would regret it until his dying day if he passed up this chance at a piece of heaven on earth. He may end up regretting this decision but it was a mistake worth making, she was worth the risk. 

Filled with his newfound confidence Tom rose to his feet and walked the longest walk to his bedroom he had ever known. With each step his burden felt lighter, his mind became clearer and his heart that much warmer. He knew in his soul that he was doing the right thing, at least the right thing by the two of them. He took a few deep breaths in order to quell the nervous shakes that he now felt. He knew that beyond that door the woman that he loved had prepared the most special surprise of the night. Slowly he opened the door, stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

He took a moment to take in the scene that he found. Inside the room no electric lights were on. Candles rimmed the room and provided considerable light, but not too much as to spoil the mood. The warm glow that the candlelight provided changed the whole flavor of the room. What was ordinarily his Spartanly decorated bedroom was now a magical place he barely recognized. It was clearly a place for romance now and even the layout of the candles showed the level of detail that Jenny had put into this evening. Just the right number of candles was used in just the right placement around the room for the effect she wanted. This clearly was not something that she threw together off the cuff; this evening had been in the works for some time now. Every aspect of this evening had been planned, scrutinized, and revised again and again until perfection was reached.

In the middle of all this Jenny quietly sat upright on the bed with her legs to one side of her body. She wore a royal blue baby doll lingerie outfit that spectacularly showed off her magnificent body without looking sleazy. Somehow it managed to tread the thin line between the sensually erotic and the downright sleazy. It had a low cut scoop neckline that showed considerable cleavage but hid more than it revealed. The lacy material teased the eye showing glimpses of skin through the translucent material as it fell down her body. The outfit joined in the center with a silk bow and swooped away from the center near her crotch. The tiny matching lacy panties could be seen underneath and a light lace jacket barely clung to her shoulders. Quietly she sat there waiting for Tom to say or do something. She allowed him the long moment to drink in her beauty; she wanted him to remember that moment for the rest of his life. There was no danger of Tom forgetting this evening any time soon in this life or the next. 


Tom realized that the whole evening led up to this moment, the moment when they would make love for the first time. Tom remembered what she had said earlier, that she wanted this evening to be perfect and he gulped at that thought. At the moment when he was about to make love to her for the first time, suddenly he had to be perfect (no pressure)! As his eyes found hers she smiled warmly and he returned her smile, he could see a single tear roll down her cheek. 

"I wasn't sure you'd come." Jenny said quietly not moving even yet.

"I couldn't live with myself if I didn't come here sweetheart." Tom said with all the love he felt.

"I don't know what I would to if you didn't come." Jenny said and felt a twinge of pain at the thought. "But you're here now and that's all that matters my love." Jenny said with a smile as she wiped the tear out of her eye. 

"We're together now." Tom said as he walked toward the bed. Jenny rose to her knees and open her arms to accept his embrace, pulling him onto the bed with her as their bodies melted together. 

Their souls touched as their tongues danced during the first kiss of many kisses that fateful night for the new couple. Their lips glided over each other's lips as their hands explored and caressed each other's silk covered bodies. Passions rose and hearts raced as fingers glided over places where they dared not go only days before. As the kiss broke they still held each other's trembling body tight their breath quick, lust burning in their eyes. 

"I have to tell you something." Jenny said closing her eyes for a moment. "You know that I waited some time for you to love me, but what you may not know is that I also waited for you to make love to me."

"You mean, you've never . . ." Tom's words trailed off as he was humbled by the magnitude of her gift.




Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 2



Theresa sat on the couch of her living room watching the early morning rain hit the window as she sipped her coffee. She was deep in thought, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with her daughter Jenny. Somehow Theresa was yet unable to put her finger on the source of the disturbance. She knew something was going on with Jenny, whose behavior was out of character this past while. Theresa sat thinking back, reviewing and identifying all of the various incidents of odd behaviors and tried to pinpoint a trigger. Lately Jenny had been illusive, evasive and rarely home at nights but otherwise happier than Theresa has seen in a quite a while, if ever. 

Jenny had been coming home to change, shower eat and than she was off again somewhere else. If it wasn't work then it was out with friends or at the movies. For one reason or another Jenny was almost constantly out. Theresa considered charging her a storage fee rather than rent since she was here so little now. While it aggravated Theresa to see her daughter out and about so much, there was little she could say really. 

It was a little over a month ago that Jenny had snuck over to Tom's to talk late one night. That in itself was not odd, Tom was like an uncle to Jenny and perhaps her closest friend. The next morning, after Theresa had recovered from the panic and found Jenny over at Tom's place she made a deal with Jenny. Theresa had agreed to let Jenny come and go as she pleased as long as Theresa knew when to expect her home and when she couldn't. However she did not expect Jenny to abuse that agreement, so blatantly and so often. Most times she was never told what Jenny was up to or whom she was with. Jenny would charge out the door and simply shout out that she was gone and wouldn't be home that night, leaving Theresa to wonder and worry. 

Perhaps Jenny was just enjoying her newfound independence, just enjoying the fact of not having to tell her parents where she was going. Somehow Theresa knew that wasn't it. Jenny had never been a difficult child; in fact she had always been as good as gold. She had been a dream to raise, only giving grief now and then but even then only a word or two would bring her back in line. She never really went through a rebellious stage like most teens. As she grew older Jenny spent more time out with Tom, as an excuse to get away from her parents no doubt. 

Tom was a safe companion for Jenny and he had always been an uncle to her as well as a friend. Theresa could always rely on Tom to keep Jenny safe and out of trouble. Theresa could not believe some of the things that Tom endured because of Jenny. Endless shopping trips with Jenny and her friends, being dragged around to countless clothing stores, 'chick flick' movies galore. They never seemed to tire of each other's company and for a teenager that's downright amazing!

Before that trip to Tom's that night for the week that followed her birthday, Jenny was miserable. She moped around the house and wore a sad face wherever she went and tried to hide a deep pain in her heart. Jenny refused to talk about it to anyone, not her, not Mathew, and not even Tom. She barely spoke to Tom and when she did it was drained, and not the lively exchange that it usually was, but rather quiet and reserved. This was out of character for them both Theresa thought as she sipped the last of her coffee. 

She got up and refilled her coffee, adding just the right amount of cream and sugar to make it perfect. She returned to her quiet and comfortable spot as she resumed her pondering on her daughter's recent behavior. Clearly Jenny was happy, almost euphoric and while Theresa didn't want to interfere with her daughter's happiness, she was concerned. 

If whatever it was that made her so happy was truly that terrific, why did she choose to hide it from her parents? Jenny was never a secretive person; Theresa always knew what was going on in her life because they talked about everything. Theresa pondered for a long while about what could account for Jenny's behavior and came to one scary conclusion. There was only one thing that could account for Jenny's odd behavior and Theresa knew it, it was a guy. Since Jenny had not brought this young man forward Theresa could only guess that there was something wrong with him. 

Jenny had always brought her boyfriends home to meet her parents before; this also was not like Jenny. There must be some really big reason, something serious that would cause Jenny to be too embarrassed to introduce him to her parents, and Theresa knew it. Perhaps this person wasn't a guy after all? Perhaps Jenny was involved with a woman? After all it is possible and these days anything can happen. While it scared Theresa to think that it could be possible, she knew a woman was not likely the case.

This was more serious than Theresa thought. Now she was in a panic as thousands of images of unsavory individuals flashed across her mind in an attempt to picture this mystery man. Theresa had to know what was truly going on, if not for her own sanity than for her daughter's safety! He could be a drug dealer, a pimp, or ever a real sleaze ball, any number of things could be wrong with him. Theresa vowed that she would get to the bottom of this once and for all! Theresa would know what Jenny was up to if only to save her from her own reckless behavior. After all Jenny was still her daughter and Theresa wanted only what was best for her. 

She felt a tear roll down her cheek, as the thought of that horrible creep out there somewhere waiting for her little girl. Theresa knew that her little girl needed some help and saving from this asshole that had her heart in his clutches. Even though Theresa had not met him she loathed him for taking advantage of Jenny's trusting nature, of manipulating the young woman. For that this creep would pay dearly! Theresa knew that one-way or another she would make things right again . . . somehow.

As if on cue a door down the hall quietly opened and then closed. The mouse like footsteps padded down the carpeted hall and before the person came into view Theresa knew whom it was. It was one of the few nights as of late that Jenny slept in her own bed. There had been a family outing the previous night that Jenny had attended. For one evening at least things were the way they should be. This morning however, the new routine was back it seemed. Jenny kept her swift pace towards the door, glancing the living room over only once. When Jenny saw that her mother was there she stopped briefly and turned to her mother. 

"Good morning mom, I have some things to take care of today." Jenny smiled and waved, about to continue on toward the door.

"What kind of things dear?" Theresa asked, forcing her voice and manner to remain calm. 

"Oh just errands and stuff, nothing exciting." Jenny said as she glanced away momentarily. 

"Well, I haven't seen that much of you lately and I could use an excuse to get out of the house. What do you say that I tag along?" Theresa said in a cheerful manner that she hoped could fool her daughter.

"Sure, why not." Jenny replied cheerfully, trying her best not to show the near panic that she felt. 

Jenny had planned to get out and surprise Tom before he woke up. She wanted to feel his loving arms around her one more time; she ached to be near the one that she loved. This past month had been pure heaven for both Tom and Jenny. They were together, they loved each other and both were happier then either of them had ever known to be possible. 

There was only one thing that nagged at the new couple, one dark cloud that plagued their otherwise sunny skies. The fact that nobody knew about them, the fact that they had not told Jenny's parents about their relationship yet wore on them. The two lovers had talked about bringing things out into the open on more than one occasion. Although it was something that they both wanted to do, they never found the right words or the right time to drop the bombshell. 

Jenny never liked lying to her parents and had done it so rarely that the whole concept made her uncomfortable. She now could not stand being around her parents as it reminded her of the constant deception that she perpetrated. As she now looked at her mother she realized that before all of this they had spent much more time together. The lack of contact must have been hard on her mother and Jenny did not want to hurt her any more than she had to. Jenny hoped that she could put all this aside and simply enjoy a day with her mother like they had done so many times before.

"Good, where are we going?" Theresa asked, now happy that Jenny didn't continue running for the door.

Perhaps today Theresa could get Jenny to open up and tell her about this creep on her own. Perhaps she could charm the information out of Jenny and get the answers she needed. 

"What do you say we spend a day at the mall, just us girls?" Jenny said in an off the cuff manner.

"What about all that stuff you had to take care of?" Theresa asked with a puzzled smirk. 

"It can wait." Jenny replied with a wink. 

Theresa now knew that Jenny had planned to see her mystery man but had chosen to spend the day with her mother. She was pleased that she was still important to Jenny and that she still had a place in her daughter's life. Theresa hoped that they could rekindle the close friendship that they used to have when Jenny was younger. Quickly Theresa got up and quickly got dressed in order to spend the day with Jenny. 

Once her mother was down the hall to change, Jenny quickly called Tom in order to let him know of the change of plans. 

"Hi sweetheart, I don't have long to talk." Jenny said as Tom answered the phone.

"Okay, what's up babe?" Tom answered quickly.

"Well, change of plans, I'm going to the mall with mom and spend the day with her." Jenny said with a pause. "I think that today is the day." Jenny finished with a serious tone.

"The day for what?" Tom asked, half knowing what she was talking about.

"Why don't you meet us at the mall this afternoon for coffee and we can tell mom about us together? Let's get it out in the open once and for all." Jenny said with baited breath, still looking down the hall for signs of her mother.

"I . . . I don't know, I guess so" Tom agreed, but still not convinced of the wisdom of their decision.

"I know that it scares you, it scares me too but I can't keep lying to them." Jenny said with a pained voice. 

"I hate lying to them too, I know that we have to and it is better to do this sooner rather than later." Tom agreed reluctantly.

"I'll call you later with details, I gotta go Mom's coming." Jenny said and quickly hung up the phone just before Theresa emerged from her bedroom. 

Without too much more fuss the pair were off and ready for their day at the mall together. They did all the things that they used to do, for that day they were more like pals than mother/daughter. They browsed all the shops, tried on all kinds of outfits and generally made a nuisance of themselves at all the stores they could. Theresa felt young again; she enjoyed the excuse to act outrageous. They walked the mall and they lived in the moment doing what they liked when they liked with no plans. The day was just what the two of them needed to reconnect and rediscover each other.

Even before her birthday and before her involvement with Tom, Jenny and her mother had drifted apart. For some reason they didn't spend time like they wanted to, they never made the effort to keep up the habit. The trappings of life with the urgent tasks before us somehow can steal our attention away from the important things. 

Some time in the afternoon they sat for a quiet moment enjoying a cup of coffee. It was as they silently sipped on their coffees that Theresa wanted to try and pry into her daughter's secret. They had enjoyed a nice day of chumming around and Theresa felt closer to Jenny than she had in a long time. Perhaps Jenny saw her as more of a friend now and less of a mother Theresa told herself as she readied herself to pry.

"It's good to spend some time with you honey. You've been so busy lately." Theresa said not looking at her daughter in hopes that would make the conversation easier.

"Yeah, I've been busy with work and friends, Y'know how it is." Jenny said nervously, her eyes also looking elsewhere. 

"You're hardly home anymore, when you are, you seem preoccupied with something. All in all you seem happy, happier than I have ever seen you." Theresa said trying hard to keep a calm tone in her voice.

"I've just been busy with friends, that's all." Jenny said trying to keep her composure as she kept up her deception. 

"If I didn't know any better, I would have to say that there was a someone special in your life." Theresa said and gently took her daughters hand in hers, and waited for their eyes to meet before proceeding. "If you are involved with someone, I would like to know about it, I care about you." Theresa said with a pleading look in her eyes and Jenny knew that she had to try and ease her mother into the secret she wanted to share. 

"Yes mother, there is someone special in my life and I love him very much." Jenny said with a teary eyed smile, it was a release to say something to her mother. Even if she knew that she could not reveal who it was without Tom being there, it felt good to start the process. 

"I knew it, somehow I just knew it." Theresa said with fear hiding in the corners of her eyes as her reservations were confirmed "Why didn't you say anything to your father or myself? Does he treat you well? He doesn't hurt you does he?" Theresa started to interrogate her daughter but quickly got a tight rein on her tongue allowing Jenny to explain.

"He treats me like a princess! He's the perfect gentleman and he could never hurt me. We just wanted to be sure before we told anyone, that's all. You can understand that can't you?" Jenny said with tears in her eyes and on her cheeks hoping her mother could understand at least that small part of what had transpired. 

"While I don't like being kept in the dark, I can understand that I suppose." Theresa said wiping her tears from her both of their cheeks, trying not to look hurt as she asked her next question. "How long has this been going on for?"

"A month." Jenny quietly said looking away. 

Now Theresa was confused, how could she possibly know love after only such a short time? She must be deluding herself! Nobody can fall in love that fast. It doesn't happen that way. Now Theresa was concerned, it was not right for her to fall this hard, this fast for a guy. Something didn't add up to be sure. 

"A MONTH!! You think you're in love after a month!" Theresa said in shock unable to contain her disbelief but in retrospect she wished she could.

"We've only been together for a month, but I have loved him for a lot longer." Jenny said with her heart stinging from her mother's questioning words as she looked down at her coffee. She paused to prevent herself from crying. "I have loved him for a very long time and you'll understand when you meet him." Theresa saw in her daughter's eyes that Jenny did love him and was quite serious in her assertion.

"It's just all so sudden if you ask me. What's his name and when do I get to meet him?" Theresa asked. Her concerns now far from being answered but she didn't want to ruin the otherwise pleasant day. At least Jenny had told her what was going on and that was an important first step. Many more questions needed to be answered for Theresa's peace of mind but those could wait for now.

"Soon mom, you will meet him soon enough." Jenny quietly said, completely ignoring the name question.

"But what's his name dear?" Theresa inquired again, now curious to know the identity of the lucky man who had stolen her daughter's heart.

"Soon mom, you will know soon enough. I promised I wouldn't say anything more until we talked to you together." Jenny said and sipped her cup of coffee. With a few minor grumbles Theresa accepted the mystery for now, hoping that it would not be long before the rest would be revealed.

"Okay I can accept that. Just don't keep me hanging for long." Theresa nervously laughed trying to change the subject even thought she wanted to demand more information right then and there. 

"Thanks Mom." Jenny said as she kissed her mother on the cheek throwing her arms around her mother in a tight hug. "What would you say to a catching a movie?" Jenny said with a playful smile, her arm still around her mother.

As they were about to go into the movie theater Jenny had stolen away for a moment and called Tom in seclusion. She had arranged to meet him at a certain restaurant after the movie. It was a short distance from the theater and it would be about suppertime when they got out. Jenny kept looking at her watch the whole time the movie was on and barely remembered the storyline of the movie. Before she knew it, the movie was over and it was gut check time for Jenny. 

With a nervous stomach and second guessing mind Jenny slyly directed her mother to the appointed dinner engagement. When they got to the restaurant Jenny had a quiet word with the waitress and they were whisked to a quiet section near the back. When they arrived Tom was already there and having a quiet drink with Mathew, in anticipation of their arrival.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Theresa laughed as she approached the secluded booth.

"Oh I wasn't doing much so I thought I would buy dinner." Tom said and smiled at both women.

"Hey, if this tightwad calls me up and says he'll pay for dinner, I'm there!" Mathew laughed as Theresa sat beside him and Jenny sat down next to Tom. 

"I called him and put the bug in his ear." Jenny said in a mock tone of confession. "I thought it would be nice for all of us to have dinner together tonight." 

For the moment they all enjoyed the nice dinner and chatted like old friends and presently all was well. Jenny relaxed and thought that things would be fine, that she had nothing to fear from her parents. Once the group was settled into the after dinner drinks of the fine meal Jenny quietly held Tom's hand under the table. They glanced at each other as a silent signal that they were both still ready to go ahead with the plan and come clean.

"Mom . . . Dad, I want you to know that I'm sorry that I haven't been around like I used to." Jenny said and started the fateful conversation.

"It hasn't been quite the same but I know that you have your life now and after all, it is summer." Mathew said with a smile trying to let his little girl know that he understood what it was like to be young. He was disappointed and a bit hurt that she wasn't around as much as she used to be, but he was not going to let that show.

"You're right dad, it is my life and I have to do what I feel is right." Jenny said and swallowed hard. "One of the reasons that I haven't been around lately is that I have been seeing someone." Jenny paused and gathered her nerve to continue while forcing her shaking hand to be still.

"That's great! What's he like? Tell me all about him! When do I meet him?" Mathew energetically said. He was simply glad to see that his little girl was happy. 

"He's great Dad, He's kind, considerate, a good listener, and he treats me like a princess, he's a perfect gentleman and I couldn't ask for a better guy." She paused again and looked in her Dad's eyes. "I love him Dad and he loves me." 

"It sounds serious." Mathew said with a beaming smile.

"Yes it is." Jenny said with a proud grin.

"That's great sweetie, but who is he? When to we get to meet him? I think I have a right to meet the guy that has captured my little girl's heart don't you?" Mathew smiled warmly in the joyous mood of the moment. He was truly happy to know that his daughter was happy and in love.




Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 2



"Yes dear, tell us who this guy is?" Theresa interjected, hoping that with a little pressure, Jenny could now be persuaded to give up the identity of her mysterious boyfriend.

"C'mon sweetie don't keep us in suspense!" Mathew said aglow with an expecting look about him. Theresa looked on with a cautiously expectant look, wanting to be happy for her daughter but still unsure of it all.

Jenny looked at Tom one last time and in one swift movement all was revealed. Jenny moved closer to Tom, snuggling right up to him while Tom placed his arm around her shoulder with his free right hand he held Jenny's left hand. For a short moment there was an eerie silence at the table as Mathew and Theresa looked in disbelief at the now snuggling couple. Their brains could not process the obvious answer to their question, blocking out the incomprehensible. You could almost hear the whistling of the falling bomb about to hit with devastating force. 

"Mom, Dad, Tom and I love each other and have been together for a month now." Jenny said smiling as she observed her parents reaction, hoping for the best. 

BOOM! The bomb detonated and a blast wave ripped through the four lives at the table. At first there was disbelief in the minds of Mathew and Theresa, that at any moment they would be let in on the joke. The couple prayed that this was all a sick joke, that they were just the but of a very cruel practical joke. As the seconds ticked by and the resolve of Tom and Jenny remained steadfast the mood changed and darkened considerably.

"What do you mean you love each other? What the hell is this all about?" Mathew snarled as quietly as he could. Mathew's usually happy face was now consumed with anger and his eyes were on fire. Theresa was silent as she was unable to speak but her face broadcasted the horrifying terror that gripped her heart.

"It's true man, I love her. I tried to ignore it. I tried to resist it but in the end I couldn't deny that something beautiful had blossomed between us." Tom said with a sorrowful, painful look trying to gain the understanding of his longtime friends. The look on Theresa's face tore at his soul and brought a tear to his eye, he wanted to give her a few words of comfort to cling to. "We never meant to hurt you but what we have is real. I love Jenny more than I have ever loved anyone, I hope you can understand that."

WHACK! Tom's face stung with the forceful slap from his high school friend.

Theresa's eyes were consumed with fire as her hand returned to her side. Her nostrils flared with deep quick breaths as her whole body shook with her rage that had now boiled over. She wanted to kill him pure and simple, make sure he would never again hurt her little girl. She wanted to tear him limb from limb for taking advantage of her daughter's trusting nature. 

"HOW DARE YOU!!! HOW COULD YOU TAKE ADVANTAGE OF HER YOU BASTARD!?" Theresa screamed and lunged for Tom's throat but her hands never landed on their intended target. Tom had not seen it coming but Jenny did and moved in to block the attack. Thankfully Mathew also moved in to restrain his wife even though he was just as angry, he at least wanted an explanation to her question.

"I PURSUED HIM MOM! I have known that Tom was the only man for me for the last NINE years!" Jenny said with fire in her own eyes as Theresa's angry face turned to confused horror as she listened on still vibrating. 

"WHAT?!" Mathew and Theresa said together in shock. 

"It's true!" Jenny said with firm conviction as she continued. "As much as I told myself that he was just Uncle Tom, as hard as I tried to make it go away, it was never enough. It always remained and I waited until I was old enough to do something about it." Jenny looked at the horrified, pain filled faces of her parents, took a breath then continued. "Tom and I are not related, we are adults and we are in love. I hope that one day you can understand that." Jenny finished and leaned back against Tom.

"UNDERSTAND! Are you nuts?" Mathew said gritting his teeth. "I've known this asshole since before you were born MISSY! He was there when you were born. He is old enough to be your father for Christ sake!"

"BUT HE'S NOT!" Jenny interjected.

"It's still sick! My God he changed your diapers! He helped raise you for God sake! Doesn't that bother either of you?" Mathew said in disgust glancing back and forth from one face to the other. "Do you realize how ridiculous the two of you look?!" Mathew snorted, shaking his head at Jenny and Tom.

"That doesn't matter now, we are not related and we do love each other! Do you really think we would walk away from love because it might make others uncomfortable to see us together?" Jenny replied firmly, not giving ground at all. 

"What about us? Do you care how this affects us? Did you think about how we would feel? Of COURSE NOT!" Theresa cried out as she burst into tears holding onto her husband tight and crying openly now. Theresa was overcome by everything and could hear no more of this insanity.

"Get out!" Mathew growled and stared intently and unwaveringly at Tom. 

"But Dad . . ." Jenny started to say but again she was cut off.

"LEAVE!" Mathew roared, cutting off his daughter. "Haven't you done enough? Are you not satisfied by breaking your mother's heart? Do you want to torture her some more?" Mathew said with tears welling up in his eyes revealing the pain in his own heart.

"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt either of you. I'm so sorry." Jenny sobbed as she burst into tears while Tom escorted her from the restaurant, making sure to pay for the dinner before leaving.

They made their way back to Tom's apartment and all night Tom tried to console Jenny to no avail. Eventually as they clung to each other and were all cried out they fell asleep in each other's arms. It was much the same story for Mathew and Theresa as they strived to understand how it all could have happened. It has been said that the truth shall set you free but I have never heard it said that the truth shall make you happy. 

For days the four people dealt with the aftermath of the bombshell that was dropped at dinner that night. They each grieved in their own way for the loss of the simpler, more innocent days when Jenny was younger. However time marches forwards, not backwards no matter how hard we try to turn back the clock. After a few days and a heated argument over the telephone, Jenny's things arrived at Tom's apartment door. 

After that, things went from bad to worse, time may heal all wounds but the bleeding has to stop first. Jenny and Tom tried to move on and give Mathew and Theresa time to deal with things in their own way. However the pain was too deep and too intense to blow over quickly. It did not help matters that every day they saw Tom and Jenny together further salting the still open wound in their hearts. Whenever Mathew or Theresa saw Tom or Jenny an argument would ensue with everybody coming out the looser. It soon became clear to Tom and Jenny that they would have to move before things would get better. 

Some time had passed since everything had blown apart that one fine day at the restaurant. In fact it was almost a year and still little change had taken place Mathew and Theresa still could not accept Tom and Jenny's relationship. As far as Jenny's grandparents were concerned they simply hung up on her whenever she called either of them. Jenny's birthday was fast approaching and she felt completely cut off from her family. Jenny knew they would be upset, she knew they would be hurt but never had imagined that they would be this profoundly scarred for this long. Her only consolation was that things with Tom were going fine; in fact they were going blissfully better than expected. 

However Jenny did not want to celebrate her birthday without her family being present. She wanted this rift to end; she wanted to find a way to bring peace with her parents. She wanted so much for them to be a part of her life again that she was prepared to do just about anything. Tentatively she picked up the phone and dialed her parents phone number. It had been many months since the last time that she called her parents. The last time ended in a screaming match that Jenny was not proud of, this time she hoped to keep better control of her emotions.

"Hello." Theresa said as she answered the phone.

"Hello Mom, how've you been?" Jenny pleasantly asked trying to keep her fear from entering her voice.

"I've been fine Jenny, what do you want." Theresa said coldly and quickly, the hurt was clearly still there. 

"Well." Jenny swallowed before continuing. "My birthday is coming up." Jenny said and paused quietly. 

"Yes, it brings back so many pleasant memories, don't you think?" Theresa said in a surly tone.

"I was wondering if you and Dad would like to come to the party?" Jenny said ignoring the harsh comment by her mother. 

"I don't know dear. Do you really think it would be such a good idea?" Theresa said in a condescending tone. 

"What do you want from me mom?" Jenny snapped cursing herself for letting it slip but continued anyway. "Tom and I have been together almost a full year now, doesn't that say anything to you about how serious we are or how much we truly love each other?" Jenny said, letting the pain of the rift into her now wavering voice as she continued. "If you can't see that, than perhaps you shouldn't come. We would very much like you to be there." Jenny was forced to hang up the phone as her tears overwhelmed her. 

Tom rushed to Jenny's side and held her in his arms as she cried helplessly. It hurt him so much to see her this way and even more to stand the loss of his long time friends. He felt that a large part of his life was missing. He knew that somehow he had to make things right between all of them. Somehow he had to repair the damage that his love for Jenny had caused in the lives of those around them. 

Soon enough the comforting security of Tom's arms brought Jenny back to her senses again and Jenny was now able to talk to Tom.

"It was pointless, I should have known it babe, but I had to try." Jenny said with the pain that lingered in her heart.

"They can't stay mad forever, they'll come around, I know it." Tom said as he kissed Jenny on the forehead. She looked up at him and smiled, she wanted to believe his words but found little truth in them just now. They had been mad at her for close to a year now with little sign of stopping. Why would that change now? Jenny's smile faded away from her face as she rested her head on Tom's chest, holding him tight.

"I hope so." Jenny sighed. "Cause I don't want to spend my birthday without them, it just wouldn't be right Y'know?" 

Tom sighed and was forced to agree with her. "Yeah, I know babe." Tom said as he stroked her long hair and held her quietly on their couch.

Tom could hardly stand to know that the people he loved like family were still suffering because of a decision that he made a year ago. Mathew and Theresa could not accept or comprehend the fact that Jenny and he loved each other and were together. They still blamed him for stealing away their baby girl and considered him a 'cradle robber' for loving Jenny as he did. 

Tom could stand the name-calling and rude treatment if it were coming from a stranger, or anyone other than his closest friends. Mathew and Theresa were his oldest and dearest friends that he had known since high school. They had all been through a great deal of crap together and were a large part of his life. At least they were a large part of his life up to a year ago, before they found out about Jenny and his involvement.

More than anyone else Tom blamed himself for the current rift and the pain associated with it. Tom knew that he could have handled things differently; after all he was the older and wiser one. He should have found a way to do the right thing by everyone involved instead of just Jenny. Instead he charged ahead without properly weighing the consequences and everyone got hurt. Perhaps he should have simply walked away from Jenny and lied to her, told her that he didn't want her in that way. Or perhaps he should have walked up to Mathew and Theresa and told them about his feelings for Jenny before anything happened, would that have done it? Tom neither knew the answer nor cared because at this point it was academic. The bomb had been dropped, he had let it happen and the resulting devastation was on his shoulders alone. Not a day went by that his guilt didn't remind him of the pain that was on his conscience. 

If the devastation was his fault than Tom knew that somehow he had to make things right again with all of them, if that was possible. Theresa and Mathew were not answering his calls and no conversation had lasted more than two minutes before an argument broke out. Somehow he would have to get them to listen to him, somehow he would help them see his position. 

Tom understood how they felt all too well, he knew that they had a right to be angry and that in a way he had betrayed them. What good was all this anger and hatred doing anyone? Mathew and Theresa were the ones that had to live with their anger every day, not Tom and Jenny. If anyone was suffering the most in all of this it clearly was Mathew and Theresa and the time had come for Tom to do something about it. Somehow Tom had to resolve the situation and bring peace to the people he loved. If not for his own sanity, than for the woman he loved, and the dearest friends he had ever known. 

"Look at the bright side Sweetheart, Not only is it your birthday, but also our one year anniversary." Tom said with a forced smile. He could also use some bright news at that point for his heart was also dark.

"Your right and a day doesn't go by that I don't thank my lucky stars for waking up next to the sexiest guy I know." Jenny said giving Tom a squeeze and a smile. "But they're my family." 

"To tell you the truth I must admit that I am still amazed at how lucky I am to still be with a incredible woman like you. A part of me was certain that you would have found someone else by now." Tom chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

"Tom Richards I will have you know that I fully intend to spend the rest of my life with you. I told you ten years ago that I plan on marrying you and that is exactly what I am going to do!" Jenny said with a playful scowl while grabbing Tom by the collar. "Now kiss me to make up for insulting me!" Jenny laughed lovingly.

Tom did just that, he kissed Jenny lightly on the lips and pulled her body close to his. The kiss lasted a moment and was a tender, soft kiss and not a heated kiss of passion this time. When the kiss broke and Jenny's eyes fluttered open a smile crept across her face.

"I think you can do better than that." Jenny coyly smiled. 

"Indeed I can." Tom replied with a mischievous grin.

Tom leaned in and kissed Jenny again but this time it was a more sensual kiss. The pace of this kiss was still slow and easy but Tom's roaming hands knew all the right spots to touch. Jenny's temperature started to rise under the talented spell of the man she loved, it didn't take him long to get her motor running. Before long Jenny was squirming and moaning next to Tom on that couch.

"Oh baby you'd better stop before I rape you!" Jenny laughed as Tom' lips were paying attention to her neck in a way that made Jenny melt every time. 

"Can't rape the willing." Tom mumbled into Jenny's neck as his had stroked the outside of Jenny's thigh.

"That's it!" Jenny squealed as she pushed Tom off of her and onto his back on that couch.

She tore his clothes off in a flash he was naked and she was still fully clothed sitting on top of him. Jenny's jean covered pussy pressed warmly against his hard, nude cock teasing him all the more. Jenny's breath was still deep and shallow as she sat triumphantly on Tom liking the sense of control she had over him. A slight smile crept over Jenny's face as she saw the stunned, horny and slightly perplexed look on his face. Slowly Jenny stood and backed away from Tom never letting her eyes wander away from his. 

"Don't move!" Jenny commanded when Tom started to get up and join her. 

Tom's eyes shot wide open in shock but never the less, he sat back and obliged Jenny her little game. She never had shouted at him or ordered him about but clearly something had motivated her to do so now. It seemed like a harmless and even fun game to play unless she tries to take it too far, but for now he would indulge her.

Ever so slowly Jenny started to pace back and forth, her eyes never leaving his, their eyes locked in a lusted gaze. She walked over to the stereo and in short order some light jazz filled the room. The movement started with Jenny's hips as they started to sway slightly to the music. With each passing second the swaying increased until soon her whole body was consumed with the music. Jenny danced erotically to the music and she watched the reaction of her captive audience getting turned on knowing what she was doing to Tom.

Now Jenny's hands started to rub and caress her body, starting from her sides and working their way up the hot, tight body. Tom watched with great interest as this enticing beauty now sensuously rubbed her gyrating body. It was all Tom could do to restrain himself and not forcefully mount her and fuck her madly with all the lust she had stirred up in him these past few minutes. Jenny had whipped herself up into a frenzy of lust and desire; while she wanted to release both of their tensions she restrained herself. Seeing the obvious tension in Tom made her hotter still, she wanted to stretch out the teasing of Tom some more.

Jenny's hands had found their way to her waist and grabbed the sides of her t-shirt and ever so slightly pulled up. Inch after inch of smooth, kissable skin was revealed as that shirt moved up in slow motion as she continued to dance seductively. Tom's eyes paused on her navel as memories of his tongue darting into it flashed back to him. He almost didn't notice that her hands were clasped high on her chest. The shirt was bunched up around her still covered breasts and fell away from the centre revealing her entire stomach. 

When his eyes met hers, she winked at him and blew him a kiss slowly and winked again at him before turning away from him. In a flash she tore her shirt off and it flew across the room and landed crashing into a vase of flowers. The vase fell over spilling water all over the place but not breaking anything water meandered from the vase inching closer to the edge of the table. 

Not to be setback by this development she rushed to the kitchen keeping her back to Tom and grabbed a towel. As she sauntered over to the table she allowed Tom a first glimpse of her bra-covered breasts from the side. She moved to the table and positioned herself between Tom and the spilled vase. Jenny bent over the table in an exaggerated way ensuring that her ass stuck out in an almost obscene way. Forcefully and with exaggerated movements she wiped up the spilled water causing her breasts to sway and jiggle uncontrollably. With a look over her shoulder now and again to see what Tom was up to Jenny could see that Tom was in an awful state. 

"Play with yourself but don't cum." Jenny said as she returned to her spot in front of Tom after tossing the wet towel into the kitchen sink. 

Almost immediately Tom's hand grabbed his thick shaft and he started to pump his shaft as his eyes wandered over Jenny's body. Jenny started to sway and swing her hips much more than before. She was really working her body as the horny passion that filled her body started to seep out into her dancing. Jenny swayed her hips back and forth as she stood in one spot and raised her hands to her waist. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband at the centre of the jeans leaving them there for a short moment.




Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 2



POP! The top jeans button was undone.

POP! The second button popped open. 

POP! Another button then another, until they were all unbuttoned. 

Tom stared at the newly revealed piece of white panty that could be seen through the opened jeans. As he looked closely he could see the wisps of blonde pussy hair that he was oh so acquainted with looking at him teasingly. Tom was hungry and he drooled as his tongue remembered the taste of her succulent juices. 

After a moment's pause Jenny's hands raised to her hips and hooked under the sides of the waistband. Slowly she pushed downward easing the jeans off of her body being careful not to take her panties with them. With a slight kick the jeans were out of the way in a pile on the floor and Jenny stood proudly in her matching white bra and panties. 

"Stop that!" Jenny said in her commanding voice and Tom stopped his movements on his cock. "No matter what I do, keep looking me in the eyes." Jenny finished in her commanding voice then smirked. 

She locked her eyes on Tom and continued her dance around the room for a moment before reaching behind her back. Tom knew what she was going to do and resolved to focus on her eyes and ignore the unfastening of the bra. As the marvel of undergarment engineering was discarded Tom strained his peripheral vision to see the breasts that he loved. It was hard not to take his eyes off of hers but Tom strained to see her stupendous globes without breaking eye contact. 

Slowly Jenny sauntered closer to Tom swaying her hips all the way. Jenny placed her hands on either side of Tom's head and leaned her massive breasts inches from Tom's face. They were so close that he could feel the heat of her flesh on his cheeks. A bead of sweat formed on his forehead as he strained not to suck on the closest nipple. 

It was a strain for Jenny not to burry Tom's face in her overly amble bosom and begin the night's festivities. However Jenny was impressed with Tom's restraint and wanted to see just how far she could push him. How much teasing could he take before snapping? How much longer before he would roughly grab her and fuck her silly? 

Jenny was pondering this as she turned away from Tom, keeping eye contact as he peered over one shoulder. She bent over her ass once more sticking out for Tom to ogle and so close to his line of sight. It was harder to keep eye contact as she pealed the soaking panties down her slender legs and off. She discarded the panties so some unknown corner of the room and wiggled her ass in playful seduction. For a fraction of a second Jenny noticed Tom's eyes glance at her wet pussy on display. She decided to let this infraction go in light of his restraint up until now. 

Jenny strolled back to where Tom was one more time, this time she was as stark naked as he was. As Jenny stood towering over Tom on that couch forcing him to look past her pussy and breasts to her eyes she smiled back at him. Jenny spread her legs and flipped one leg over the back of the couch near Tom's head. Now just inches from his face she positioned her pussy, dripping with anticipation of the pleasures surely it was soon to have. 

It was Tom's turn to tease Jenny in return, while he kept his gaze fixed on her eyes he started to breath through his nose. As he drew deep breaths in and out he knew the effect his breath would have on her heated pussy. Slight shudders could be seen as ripples traveled up and down Jenny's spine with each passing breath. Jenny stifled a few moans in hopes that Tom would put that mouth to better use soon.

"My God man! Are you GAY? A woman is standing naked in front of you with her pussy in your face! Do you need a written invitation!" Jenny grunted in frustration.

"No, but it would be nice to be asked." Tom smiled with his charming grin. He darted his tongue out and just missed contact with her pouting pussy lips. As Jenny felt the small amount of wind on her most intimate nether regions a moan did escape her lips.


"You bastard!" Jenny said with a teeth gritting smile as she shook her head. "Will you eat me . . . PLEEEEEASE?" Jenny said as nicely and sarcastically as she could. 

Tom flashed her a wicked smile and reached up and cupped her ass in his strong hands. As he moved her pussy closer to his face instinctively Jenny threw her other leg over the back of the couch. The back of the couch and Tom's hands now supported Jenny as he started to eat her. Jenny grabbed the couch to steady herself as Tom began to send ripples of pleasure over her body. 

Jenny rocked and shook slightly as the exquisite pleasure overwhelmed her and encased her whole body in bliss. In her heated state even the slightest movement and lick of Tom's brought much more delight than before. It did not take that long before her joy burst forth from her inner depths. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH GGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDDD!!" Jenny screamed as the most powerful orgasm she had known overcame her. Jenny quaked and shook violently as her powerful climax rocked her world and flooded Tom's mouth. Her shaking and screaming went on for a few minutes and it was impossible for either of them to tell when one stopped and another began. When it was all over Jenny went limp and fell from Tom's grasp landing to the side of Tom in the soft couch. 

Tom was too horny to wait for Jenny to recover, his throbbing cock was still painfully erect and he needed that pussy. Tom moved behind Jenny and put her long legs over his shoulders and entered her sopping wet pussy fully with great ease. Immediately Tom began thrusting madly in and out of the pussy of the woman that had stirred up the lust that now possessed him. The sound of his balls slapping on her ass as he slammed into her with animal lust only spurred him on even further. Jenny could get him hot on most days without even trying but today she outdid herself and he was no longer in control. 

A guttural grunt escaped his lips each time his cock hit bottom, accentuating each powerful thrust. He watched with glazed eyes as ripples of his thrust shook her breasts making her look even more enticing. Jenny's eyes fluttered open and she stirred back to life and in an instant was caught up with current developments.

"HOLY SHIT!" Jenny screamed as her eyes shot wide open. "OOOOOHHH GAAAWWDDD BABY FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME TILL I CAN'T WALK STRAIGHT!" Jenny screamed so loud ensuring the neighbors could hear.

Madly she thrust back to meet Tom's thrusts as the two rutted like animals in heat in the springtime. Heated and lust- crazed fucking like that can't last forever and soon enough Tom felt the familiar tingling in his balls. Tom slammed into Jenny one last time and his cock exploded deep inside Jenny's pussy. The feeling of Tom's hot load hitting the walls of her pussy pushed Jenny over the edge and she came again. 

Screams of joyous ecstasy rang off the walls as the couple rode through their climaxes. When it was over they both collapsed into a heap on the couch panting and gasping for breath. The night was young and the lovemaking was far from over. This was the first of many respites for the horny, happy couple.



Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 3



Theresa sighed as she dried her eyes from yet another crying session after talking to her daughter. It ended up with hurt feelings on both sides, as now was the norm anytime they talked. It seemed like an endless cycle, hurt feelings led to distance between them, which led to pain and so on. The easy answer that she knew when it all started (waiting for them to break up) didn't seem likely now. As Theresa sat there, she couldn't get her daughters words out of her mind. Tom and Jenny had been together much longer than she'd expected. Could they really be serious? Could they truly be in love? Theresa had been consumed by the hurt and pain for so long that she had never stopped to think of anything else. As she shook her head with the pain and confusion that still surrounded her, her husband Mathew entered the room.

"Let me guess who that was." Mathew said snidely after looking Theresa over briefly. 

"She wanted to know if we would come to her birthday party this year." Theresa said now looking at Mathew, trying to read his reaction to the news.

"What? But that's months off." Mathew replied quickly and curtly.

"No dear, it's just a few weeks off, less than a month." Theresa spoke and watched as Mathew's face was now washed with confusion. 

"But . . . it was just last month that they . . . wasn't it?" Mathew said looking visibly shaken. 

Mathew sank into the nearest seat as he tried to understand the amount of time that had passed. Theresa moved next to him and wrapped her arms around him as they held each other saying nothing. More than anyone on the planet she knew what he was going through for her head and heart was filled with the same questions.

Mathew had always known that eventually Tom and Jenny would come to their senses and admit their mistake. Sooner or later they would come forth and admit that their experiment had gone wrong and that they were simply friends again. Sooner or later they would come forward and beg for forgiveness on their knees. The fact that it had been nearly a year forced Mathew to realize that perhaps all this was not going to happen. A year was much longer than the two months he'd given them before reality would set in for the pair of them. 

Well, reality was setting in for both Mathew and Theresa as they both wondered how they could have let a whole year slip by. They were both faced with the fact that this was not a passing fad or fling for Tom and Jenny. They had to face the possibility that it was real, not a joke and not going to go away. Somehow Theresa and Mathew both realized that they had to deal with it, find a way to get past it. Neither of them knew how to do that just yet, but the will to try to accept it was now there.

"What do you want to do?" Theresa asked, being the first to break the silence. 

"I don't know, I want to go but I don't know if I can handle it, if I can . . . " Mathew replied, his words stopped dead, the next words simply wouldn't pass his lips.

"Stand seeing them together?" Theresa finished his sentence. "I know, I don't think I can either." She said and looked down before continuing. "I miss her and I miss Tom as well." 

"I know . . . I do too." Mathew admitted.

"Maybe we can start slow, it's only one evening. We can handle an evening can't we?" Theresa said hoping for some positive assurance from Mathew who took a moment before responding.

"Sure we can." Mathew said with a confident smile as he tried to hide the uncertainty that lay beneath the surface of his cool exterior. 

It was a few days before Theresa and Mathew gathered up enough courage to call Tom and Jenny. They wanted to invite them over for dinner before her birthday. They wanted to test the waters in case things went bad rather than risking ruining her birthday. Theresa and Mathew wanted to see if they could really handle seeing them together, as well work toward mending the damage between all of them. 

* * * *

"They'll be here." Mathew said as Theresa looked back at the door once again.

"But they're late." Theresa said anxiously.

Theresa was eager to see what changes a year of them being together had brought in both of their lives. What would a year in a committed relationship do to Jenny? What changes would this past year do to Tom? She was eager to get on with the planned events and see her daughter once again. Her stomach was churning with butterflies as she awaited the arrival of Tom and Jenny. While she did not feel at fault for causing the rift, she knew that she had her hand in keeping it going. She felt like she had now emerged from a cloud of pain and bitterness. 

In retrospect even Mathew felt that he could have reacted better to the news about Tom and Jenny's relationship. It was all so sudden that day, all so inconceivable, so unnatural the thought of Tom and Jenny together. All Mathew wanted at this point in time was to be a part of his daughter's life. If that meant that he would have to somehow accept her relationship with the man that he still viewed as his brother than so be it. 

Jenny paused for a moment just outside her parent's apartment building. It would be the first time she had seen them without yelling since she told them about Tom and her relationship. It had gone so badly last time they were face to face; the bad memories came flooding back to her. She stood outside the very apartment where she had spent most of her teen years and was gripped with fear. Jenny was eager to mend things but nervous that reconciliation was not possible. Jenny was going to try her best to heal the rift; being cut off from her parents had not been easy on her.

Tom held Jenny as they stood outside Mathew and Theresa's apartment to gather their nerves for a moment before proceeding. Tom felt uneasy about this meeting even though he knew it was something they needed to do. Tom saw it as a way to patch things up, to make things right again. Tom was determined not to let the opportunity to fix the pain that he had caused everyone to slip by. It was a small step on the part of Mathew and Theresa and Tom knew it, but it would be far from a nice evening with old friends. 

However the road ahead of the four of them not an easy one and there were no guarantees that it would end with everyone being happy. There was a real chance that Mathew and Theresa could not accept this. There was a chance that the parents could only stand to see Tom and Jenny together on special occasions. There was a real chance that the happy times of the past was long gone, never to return. In a way they already were gone.

Things had changed so fundamentally and yet so slightly between Tom and Jenny when they got together. They had always been close, always spent a great deal of time together. Now however it was not as Jenny and 'Uncle Tom' but as a couple. Neither Tom nor Jenny could imagine their lives without each other now. To them, their relationship was the natural next step for them a year ago. A year later they were much happier because of their relationship. 

One dark cloud still followed them however. To outsiders it may have seemed insignificant to get the blessing of her parents as long as they were as happy as Tom and Jenny were. Mathew and Theresa were more than just Jenny's parents however; they were also their close friends. The four of them had been so close for so long that nothing seemed right without the companionship of the four of them. The blessing of Mathew and Theresa was very important to Tom and Jenny to say the least. In a way it was important for Mathew and Theresa to give that blessing as well.

"Well, we'd better get moving." Jenny said after a long pause. "This isn't going to get any easier." Jenny said shaking her head wearing a look of trepidation. 

"No Honey, it isn't" Tom said with a pause. "But this is what we wanted. We can do this." Tom said reassuringly squeezing Jenny tightly for a second. 

"Yeah, Sure we can." Jenny agreed with a forced smile into the face of the man she loved.

"They're not strangers, they're your parents." Tom said confidently. 

"I know . . . But I feel like I don't know them anymore." Jenny said with a pained look. "A lot of things have been said and done this past year, it all seems so unreal." Jenny finished with a sigh. 

"They're still the same people but just hurt and shocked is all. It will take some time yet for them to be okay with us." Tom said stroking the hair out of Jenny's face. 

"I know." Jenny sighed with a hint of frustration. "I just hate seeing them like this but I don't understand why they have such a problem with us?" Jenny finished with a grunt.

"They see me as someone who helped raise you and feel like I betrayed them and my role as a an 'Uncle figure' by getting involved with you, would be my guess." Tom replied calmly now gently swaying with Jenny's head on his shoulder. "In a way I did." Tom finished.

"I guess I understand that." Jenny sighed. "But that doesn't make what we have any less special." Jenny said looking into Tom's eyes with a tear threatening to emerge.

"Enough of this . . . c'mon lets get moving." Tom said as he broke the embrace and left one arm around her as they walked the final few steps to the building entrance. 

They buzzed Mathew and Theresa's apartment and were let in and soon enough they were standing at the apartment door. Nervously the seconds ticked away as the couple waited and listened to the footsteps that approached the other side of the door. In a flash the door was open and Theresa stood before them smiling with a tear in her eye as she looked on her daughter. It was the first time in almost a year that she did not feel angry or the need to yell at Jenny. For a nervous and tense moment the two women looked at each other, not knowing what to do. 

"Go on." Mathew said as he gave Theresa a slight push toward Jenny.

"I've missed you." Theresa somehow managed to say as the tears started down her cheek. Theresa threw her arms around her daughter and hugged her tight. It felt good to hold Jenny and Theresa felt like a part of her heart had returned. 

"I've missed you too mom." Jenny replied who was also in tears by this time. 

Both women hugged each other tightly and the guys looked on waiting for the embrace to break up and the evening to start. Mathew had a cool expression on his face that did its best to hide the smoldering heat underneath the surface. Tom smiled politely and looked on trying not to notice the protective father looking him over with disapproving eyes. 

"Are you gonna keep them out there or are you gonna let them in?" Mathew sighed, looking at his wife and daughter still hugging.

"Sorry, where are my manners." Theresa said as she broke the embrace with her daughter. 

"Hi Daddy." Jenny said as she hugged Mathew as tightly as she had hugged her mother.

"Come here you." Theresa said as she gave Tom a quick hug and held the embrace for a moment after the hug and looked him over slightly. "You're looking good." Theresa finished with a smile.

"What can I say, she takes good care of me." Chuckled Tom nervously.

"You bet your pretty ass I do." Jenny quipped quickly. 

Tom and Jenny laughed; Theresa lightly chuckled while Mathew remained silent. Mathew clenched a fist and released it, trying his best to keep his cool for all concerned. Tom gave Jenny a disapproving look, Jenny knew that she had gone too far and cursed herself for making her parents uncomfortable so early into the evening. Both knew that they would have to keep things cool and be mindful of her parents feelings this evening especially. 

"Either of you want a drink?" Mathew said in an effort to change the subject and ease the tension of the moment. 

"Yes please, Gin and Tonic for me and Rum and Coke for Tom." Jenny said as she stood next to Tom and put her arm around his waist like she had done so many times before. 

To Tom and Jenny it was as natural as breathing and they were barely aware that they had done it. Theresa and Mathew noticed and again were ill at ease over this development. The parents remained quiet telling themselves that this display of affection was normal. They knew that they were going to have to get used to it but they were far from that point yet. To Mathew and Theresa it was as unnatural as watching an Uncle and Niece getting romantically involved. 

"You guy's wait in the living room, I'll bring the drinks to you." Mathew said before disappearing into the kitchen. Theresa followed Mathew to attend to the last minute dinner preparations. 

"Well, so far so good huh sweetie." Theresa said to her husband trying to be as cheerful as possible. 

"I guess so, but I still wanna pop him one over all this." Mathew said with a sneer and clenched teeth.

"Sweetie don't!" Theresa pleaded as she pulled Mathew close to her.

"I won't . . . but I still wanna." Mathew replied coolly and sternly.

"Well, if you make it through this evening without making a scene I promise I will make it up to you later tonight." Theresa said with a wicked smile.

"What do you mean?" Inquired Mathew still disturbed and a little distracted by his anger.

"If this evening goes well, I think you'll find me very open to suggestions later on . . . Very open." Theresa said in her sultriest voice raising her eyebrows at the right moments.

"How open?" Mathew said as he held his wife tight in that kitchen.

"Extremely!" Theresa replied wickedly and Mathew gulped with a wide-eyed expression.

"Y'know Tom is a good guy after all." Mathew said with a charming yet sly smile.

"A prince among men." Theresa chuckled with Mathew joining in. When the laughter died down Theresa lowered her eyes and continued. "That doesn't make it any easier to see them together though."

"Don't I know it!" Mathew sighed, shaking his head.

A little while later, dinner was served and all were enjoying the fine meal that Mathew and Theresa had prepared. There was an air of tension that laid under the surface and everyone tried to ignore it. Nobody wanted to acknowledge that it existed, they all wanted to pretend that it was just a simple meal with old friends. While everything seemed fine on the surface it was not fine but for the first peaceful meeting in about a year, things were going great. That is until someone started to ask the difficult questions. 

"So dear, how have things been for you?" Theresa asked nicely of her daughter. Theresa was trying to engage in polite dinner conversation and catch up with Jenny. She was curious as to what had transpired in her daughter's life in the time that they weren't talking. 

"Fine mom, Tom and I are getting along fine, we're very happy and we love each other." Jenny said and then paused slightly her eyes now cast down to her plate. "But it has been hard on me to be this distant from you." 

"I know, it's been hard on me as well dear." Theresa said with the same pained, downcast look.

For a moment there was a silence in the room that was deafening. For a brief moment nobody said anything nor knew what to say in any event. A few brief looks back and forth from one to the other was all that was exchanged. The only sound that was heard was the clinking of cutlery on plate as the four people ate in silence. 

"Was it worth it?" Mathew let slip out. 

It was more of a thought in his head that he had hoped to keep locked away there. Somehow it crept forward and leapt from his lips before he could stop the words from leaving his mouth. Silently Mathew cursed himself for such a comment and swore to keep tighter control of his tongue in the near future.

"MATHEW!" Theresa snapped. Mathew's hopes for great sex later that night died instantly and he cursed himself all the more because of it.

"Daddy?" Jenny inquired a little perplexed. "What do you mean?" Jenny asked back half knowing what he meant but needing him to confirm what she thought he meant.

"Ignore him dear." Theresa said calmingly while shooting a nasty glare at her husband.

"No mom, He deserves an answer." Jenny said quietly. She was still shaken by his direct and hurtful question but she knew that her father needed answers to some questions of his own.

"No dear, it's quite alright." Theresa said in her best peacemaker mode. Jenny fell quiet and resigned herself to obey her mother's wishes and remain quiet on the subject at least for now.

"Theresa, this evening is supposed to patch things up between us. That can't happen unless we can talk openly about all of this. I think it's time we discussed this as adults." Tom said and looked at Jenny before continuing. "What do you think sweetheart?" Tom asked and a small dagger twisted in Mathew's heart at the use of the term of endearment for his daughter.

"Exactly honey." Jenny replied and then turned to her mother and father. "I think there are a few questions that both of you have wanted to ask for some time now." Jenny said searching the eyes of her parents and silently knew that she was right, it was written all over their faces. "To answer your question dad, I would have to say that as much joy that this past year has brought me, knowing how much you two have suffered has taken all of that joy away and more. So I would say no, no it wasn't worth it." Jenny said and looked down not even looking at Tom. 

"Oh sweetie." Theresa said as her heart went out to her daughter. 

"But what you two have to understand is that we didn't ask for this to happen between us. I have loved Tom for as long as I can remember. For the last ten years I have known that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him and I still do. He's been my best friend, confidant, teacher and counselor for as long as I can remember." Jenny said searching her parent's eyes for a reaction. "I tried to move on, for years I tried to find somebody my own age and not so close to the family." Jenny sighed, wiped a tear and continued "But nobody even came close to capturing my heart like Tom has." Jenny said looking at her parents once more. "Don't you see that I had to do something about all these feelings that I had inside of me? I waited patently until I was old enough and rather poorly let him know how I felt." Jenny sighed shaking a little. "I HAD to try, I needed to do something to either make my dreams come true or move on." Jenny concluded and looked at Tom who sat beside her. Tom took this as his cue to continue the story.

"Well, for me she was always just my 'little sweetie'. To me she was like my niece, the daughter I never had and I loved her for who she was and she was always just a kid to me." Tom paused.

"She's young enough to be your daughter, what changed?" Mathew sternly asked the question that was on his and Theresa's mind at the moment. 

"True enough, but like I said, I always thought of her in that light . . . until her eighteenth birthday that is." Tom sighed again and looked down words temporarily failed him after a moment the powers of speech returned to him. "When I saw her dressed up that night like she was I . . . didn't recognize her. She was so different, so . . . much like the woman that clearly that she is. It was at that instant that I realized that she had changed. She was different, she was beautiful, positively radiant and I didn't know how to handle it. She excited me in ways she shouldn't have and never did before. I didn't know how to relate to her and how to deal with all of these feelings that were awakening inside of me." Tom paused to gather his thoughts once more.

"She turned you on? Is that it? She looks sexy in a dress and suddenly you're 'in love' with her" Theresa said incredulously, still disgusted with Tom for his lack of control.

"No . . . No don't you see, it was at that point that I realized that she wasn't a little kid anymore. I always loved her, you know that Theresa. It was always like my niece and nothing more. But here was this stunningly beautiful woman hanging off my arm that I knew but yet didn't know. I knew her as the little girl I always saw her for and not the woman that she is. Later that night on the dance floor she told me how she felt and kissed me." Tom paused. 




Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 3



"I see." Theresa said shooting a motherly look at Jenny who sheepishly smiled back confirming Tom's story.

"Well that only compounded my frustration tenfold as you can imagine." Tom started out. "We already got along great, I've known her for so long and loved her for who she was. Now, not only did she excite me in ways that mortified me but also she loved me completely and had done so for so long. All she asked me was to love her back; she loved me completely and without reservation. I have never had anyone love me so purely, nobody ever loved me the way that Jenny does; I was overwhelmed. Instantly my heart went out to her for what she had been through these past years but I knew that I could not pursue it. I told her no and that nothing could happen between us and for the next week I avoided her.

"I remember that." Theresa said. "I wondered what happened, so that was it eh?" Theresa finished with a slight reminiscent smile. She was starting to understand what had transpired and more importantly why it happened. 

"Yes, and that week was hell on me; I was absolutely miserable." Tom shuddered as he remembered that week and his heart grew cold at the memories. "I couldn't pursue the one person that loved me more than I had ever been loved in my life, and I couldn't bear to talk to anyone about it, it was all too embarrassing. In a word that week was pure hell." 

"For me as well, though I think that it was worse for me. Not only did I lose my best friend, but also the man I loved had rejected me out of hand." Jenny sighed and grew silent.

"Why didn't you talk to me?" Theresa said with a pained expression as she reached across the table and took her daughter's hand in hers.

"How could I? I thought you wouldn't understand, I even feared that you would react badly." Jenny said and fell silent, she didn't need to say anything more; everyone knew that she was right.

"I would have hoped that you could have come to me with this, to told me how you felt so long ago." Theresa said now not looking at her daughter. "I would like to think that I would have at least tried to help you deal with those feelings." 

"But I did tell you on a number of occasions that I planned on marrying Tom." Jenny said quietly a tear in her eye.

"Everyone assumed you were kidding." Theresa replied quietly as a memory of one such admission came back to her.

"You never took it seriously, that's why I couldn't bring myself to say anything." Jenny said downcast and silent.

"About a week after her birthday she came over and slipped into my bed and we cuddled all night. Just cuddled, that's it." Tom pressed the last point home. "It felt so good to hold her in my arms, I knew then that there was a chance that I could really lover her if I let myself." Tom finished. 

"That was the time that I found her at your place the next morning?" Theresa asked curiously yet knowing the answer. 

"Yes." Tom confirmed.

"Something about that morning didn't sit well with me but I never quite placed it. I wrote it off as senseless worry. I never even suspected anything, heck I never even dreamed anything could develop between the two of you." Theresa finished shaking her head.

"I never suspected a thing, I just never thought anything could possibly happen." Mathew agreed. "Well, we spent some time together over the next month and things went well. Once we knew, really knew that what we had was special and not a passing fling, we knew that we had to tell you. We didn't want to tell anyone unless we were sure about it ourselves." Jenny said and paused before she looked at Tom in the eyes with tear filled eyes. "I love you Tom and I wouldn't change a thing if I could."

"And I love you too Jenny." Tom replied and gave Jenny a quick, loving kiss.

Mathew and Theresa sat quietly and watched the couple express their love for each other and it was a little upsetting to see. However for the first time they started to understand, they plainly could see the love that existed between the two people that they cared about so much. They sat quietly and started to digest all that they had heard over the last few minutes. Silently the four people finished their now cold meals in silence not saying a word. Not much more needed to be said, the whole story was now spilled out. The whole thing was changed somehow for Mathew and Theresa, while they still were not comfortable with it, the at least could understand it. That in itself was a large step forward, the first step to peace between the four.

"I must say this, that I can see why you fell for him dear." Theresa said as she cleared the dishes from the table. 

"Oh?" Jenny questioned. 

"Well, I love your father and would never leave him for anyone . . . but if I weren't with your father, I could see myself falling for Tom." Theresa said flashing a look at Tom who wore a look of surprise and winked back. Theresa blushed and looked away while Tom chuckled to himself.

"You can't have him!" Jenny said in a playful defensive manner as she moved next to Tom and put her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. 

"That's a relief." Mathew quipped as he fixed the drinks.

"You're never getting rid of me old man!" Theresa snapped in the same playful manner as she turned to give her husband a kiss. 

"I hope not." Mathew quipped with a wicked smile.

Mathew, feeling playful himself grabbed his wife squarely by the right ass cheek and pulled her tight to his body. The feeling of his hard throbbing erection did wonders for Theresa and she kissed him harder. What Theresa had planed to be a quick kiss lasted longer then expected. They both got a little carried away in that moment. Theresa wanted nothing more than to feel that cock inside her but she knew she had to put a stop to it and broke the kiss. She held her husband tight and rested her head on his shoulder. 

"Oh yeah, I'm not going anywhere." Theresa glowed. 

"Nor should you Mom, Dad's a great catch." Jenny smiled as she still held Tom. 

"Tom's a great guy sweetie, you're lucky to have him." Theresa said as she looked over at the cuddling couple. 

"Thanks Mom." Jenny replied. 

Mathew looked over at his Daughter who was snuggling up to his oldest friend and for the first time was happy for her. Mathew could see how happy Tom made her and he was not angry to see them together. Mathew knew that Tom was a decent guy and that he would never hurt Jenny. If they were happy together and were good to each other, why should he care? There were far worse men that Jenny could have gotten involved with, a few of them she brought home over the years. Tom was by far the best choice for her and Mathew could see that now. Mathew smiled at Jenny and Jenny smiled back at him. Nothing was said but Jenny knew that she had her father's blessing and that thought brought a joyous tear to her eye.

The rest of the evening was spent with the two couples sitting in the living room cuddled up and catching up. Finally it was like it should be and the conversation flowed easily as well as the drinks. As the old companions talked, the time went quickly and soon enough the distance of the past year was washed away. There was happiness and a glow of contentment to the evening, as everyone finally felt connected to each other again. Finally the dark cloud that had plagued Tom and Jenny for the past year disappeared, never to trouble them again. 

Once the door was closed behind the departing Tom and Jenny, Mathew turned to his wife and held her in his arms. A wicked smile crept across his lips and continued across Theresa's face. Not a word was spoken yet but the mood changed and got much more naughtier. Mathew held the charmingly naughty smile as he prepared to speak.

"Well, that went well don't you think?" Mathew said with a now broad grin.

"Yes, I would say that went exceptionally well." Theresa replied with a sexually playful lilt. "What did you have in mind mister?" Theresa asked horny and curious. 

"How about a blowjob for starters." Mathew replied off the cuff, half serious but more hopeful anything.

"Oohh yes sir." Theresa purred before sliding down his body, dropping to her knees. In a flash she had his cock out of its confines and in her hands. Roughly she pulled his pants and jeans down to his ankles. 

"Oh Baby!" Mathew said as he felt Theresa's lips kiss the head of his steel hard cock. 

She darted her tongue out and teased the underside of the head of the cock before licking her way down the shaft. Back up again she licked, slowly making her way back up to the head, finally placing her lips at the head of the cock. Over and over again she would lick and kiss her way down the shaft, play with his balls and then back up again. Teasingly she continued this process, each time finishing up with her lips on the head of the cock. Each time Mathew hoped that those lips would move down and swallow up his cock. Each time those lips would not swallow his cock, each time she would kiss back down the shaft instead.

"C'mon swallow it, suck it baby!" Mathew said in frustration when her lips were paused at the top of his cock once more. 

This time Theresa's head bobbed quickly down on his shaft swallowing half of his seven-inch cock. Once again she kissed her way down the shaft and back up again as slowly and teasingly as before. The next time she was back at the top of the cock again she bobbed her head back down the cock taking a little more of it into her mouth. She kept up the pattern one stroke licking the shaft and one quick bob on his cock. 

After a few minutes of this treatment Mathew was hotter than he had been in some time. Gently he stroked the hair of his wife straining not to grab two large clumps of hair. He restrained himself from pounding his cock forcefully in and out of her wet mouth. When she felt the hands on her head Theresa knew that her teasing had gone far enough. By adding great suction on her husband's cock she now steadily bobbed her head up and down fully on his shaft. She set a quick and steady pace and the sensations were joyously wondrous for Mathew. No man could take much of this treatment before blowing his nut and Mathew was no different.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHH GAAAAAWWWWDDDD BABE!!" Mathew moaned loudly "I'M CUUUMING BABE, SWALLOW IT!!" 

With that Mathew's cock erupted and shot a large blast of cum down his hot wife's throat. The recently neglected cock spewed forth more than the usual load and Theresa was hard pressed to swallow all of it fast enough. Like the trooper she is, she managed to swallow all of it without spilling a drop. At that moment with a belly full of cum and the salty taste still on her lips she reveled in the many splendors of performing the act. Theresa wondered why resisted Mathew's repeated requests for head. She continued her oral attentions to his cock until he was once again hard and licked clean. 

"What's next?" Theresa asked still on her knees, her face an inch from his hard cock.

"That . . . That was incredible!" Mathew sighed, still out of breath "Oh my God that was the best sweetheart." Mathew stood there leaning against the door out of breath for a few seconds. "Strip!" Mathew said as he looked down at his wife's face. 

Slowly Theresa stood in an attempt to draw out the removal of her clothes but Mathew had other plans. Quickly he started to remove his clothes and was half way done when he repeated his request a little more forcefully. "STRIP, NOW!" he barked.

At that Theresa's own lust took over and her clothes practically exploded off of her almost tying Mathew. They were totally naked at about the same time. Mathew looked over his wife and thanked God one more time that day that she was married to him. She was absolutely gorgeous, as beautiful as the day they were married. Her large C cup breasts heaved under the heavy breath of the horny woman. Her trim waist and flaring hips the flowed into shapely slender legs were the work of many an hour in the gym. 

"Lye on the sofa." Mathew said and instantly Theresa complied.

Theresa let out a squeal of delight when Mathew moved his face between her legs and was before her now wet pussy. Mathew wanted to give his wife some of the delightful pleasure that she had just given him. First he showered her whole pussy with baby kisses and inhaled the sent of her aroused womanhood. Lightly he tongued his way from the bottom of her pussy to the top of it flicking his tongue over her clitoris. He kept up no set pattern now he did a number of things to excite and tease his wife's pussy. Nibbling, sucking, licking, poking, prodding and caressing was only a few things that he did to entice the pussy that he worshiped.

"Oh honey, eat me! How you eat me baby!" Theresa moaned loudly as she clamped her legs around her husband's head ensuring he would not go anywhere. Moans, whimpers and coos of delight filled the room as the horny woman basked in the euphoric sensations that her talented husband was giving her. Mathew had her teetering on the brink of orgasm for a few torturous minutes and to push her over the edge he did something that he never did before. He took his index finger that was already slick and glistening from her delicious juices and thrust it quickly into her asshole. 

Theresa's eyes shot wide open as the finger invaded her bowels. "YOU BASTARD!" Theresa shouted in shock but her orgasm hit her just as quickly as she shook in ecstasy. Theresa moaned like a whore in heat as the most intense orgasm of her life overtook her. The shear naughtiness of it and the unexpected delights of it hit her hard and pushed her into a second orgasm right away. Finally she slumped back into the sofa and was out cold. Mathew moved up and knelt next to his wife and caressed her and waited for her to come to. Not long later her eyes fluttered open and she smiled broadly when her eyes fell on her husband's face. She hugged him and pulled him tight with all the love she felt for him at that time

"What does my talented, handsome lover have in store for me next?" Theresa said still aglow from her recent orgasms.

"How about the one thing that you have always refused to do?" Mathew said with a smile and his heart in his throat, not sure if he had gone too far or not.

"I don't know baby, you know I don't like the whole idea. I'm scared it will hurt too much." Theresa said her face screwed up in a look of fear.

"Well, I would love to do it at least once, but I'll understand if you say no." Mathew replied with a loving smile. There was a silence as Theresa paused to ponder her husband's request and wondered if it would be as bad as she thought it would be. After a tense moment Theresa broke the silence.

"Well, if you really want to, I suppose I can't deny you that tonight." Theresa said nervously looking down. 

Mathew was overjoyed that he was going to be able to live out one of his fantasies that had smoldered in his mind for years. He instructed Theresa to kneel in front of the couch with her chest resting on the couch. Mathew slicked his index finger in her wet pussy with a few strokes and quietly told his wife to relax. He brought his finger up to her puckering asshole once more and pressed inside waiting once more. After a moment he started to thrust his finger in and out of her tight asshole. After a few moments more he could see that his wife was actually getting used to this and even started to buck her hips to his invading thrusts. 

Mathew removed his finger from her asshole and brought his cock up to her pussy and thrust his cock inside for a few quick strokes. Theresa let out a contented moan when she felt that cock inside her. He was tempted to keep going and fuck her silly but that would come later. For now he was intent on another target. He brought his gleaming cock up to her asshole that puckered in and out in anticipation of the strange event about to happen. Slowly he pressed forward and the hole resisted but with a little more pressure the head popped inside. 

Mathew waited for a moment for his wife to adjust to the size of his cock inside her ass. After a moment Theresa looked back over her shoulder and nodded with a tear running down her cheek. Slowly Mathew pressed forward and more of his cock invaded her ass. After only moving in for only an inch or two he slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained inside. Over and over again he slowly thrust into her ass with each stroke he pressed further into her. Finally his balls slapped skin as his cock bottomed out; finally he was all the way inside her ass. A surge of excitement ran through him, he knew that his cock was fully inside her ass as he had dreamed for so long. For a moment he remained still not moving to allow Theresa to get used the size. Now he withdrew his cock all the way and forcefully thrust back into the hilt, over and over again he thrust into her ass. 

It started as little whimpers of pain and anguish as the pain from her ass was intense as the invading cock stretched her asshole. Slowly as more and more of the cock entered her she got used to the sensation. When she felt his balls slap against her ass she knew that he was all the way inside of her. The glorious feeling of being full washed away all of the pain. The pleasure of the act overpowered the initial pain and soon she was anticipating the invading thrusts. She began to meet his thrusts with a thrust of her own and a grunt escaped her lips each time his heavy balls slapped against her. The vocal encouragements grew in intensity until she could not contain herself anymore.

"Oh God! Oh God Oh God baby you're fucking my ass!! You're actually fucking my ass and I love it!!!" Moaned Theresa loudly. "Oh Christ baby fuck my ass baby!!" Her words trailed off into one long moan as Mathew picked up the pace of his frenzied ass fucking. Soon enough the familiar sensations started in his balls he knew that he would erupt at any moment. 

"Oh God I'm gonna cum baby!" Mathew moaned. 

"Cum in my ass!!! Cum in my ass baby!" Theresa shouted and surprised herself. 

Mathew did just that slamming into her deeply one last time before he shot his load deep inside his wife's bowels. When the first of his load splashed inside her ass Theresa came as well and the pair were rocked with their respective orgasms. Mathew was surprised to find out that he was still hard after cuming that hard. Mathew pulled out of his wife's ass and fell back to catch his breath for a moment. Theresa sat there slumped on the front of the couch breathing heavy, her asshole a mess of cum and puckering in and out. 

"Come with me." Mathew said as he helped his delirious wife to her wobbly feet. 

"What's next baby?" Theresa asked still in her dazed state.

"Trust me It'll be great!" Mathew said as he led his wife to the balcony of their fourth floor apartment. 

"I don't know babe." Theresa protested and refused to step out nude onto the balcony.

"You'll love it, I promise!" Mathew insisted and with a little harder pull, his dazed wife gave in. 

Mathew ushered Theresa in front of the railing and spread her legs wide. He positioned himself behind her and pushed his cock into her in one long slow stroke. A contented moan escaped Theresa's lips when she felt that familiar cock slide into her drenching pussy. The cool summer air that breezed by her felt wondrous on her hot skin. Her nipples hardened instantly as she looked over the familiar view from her balcony. 

Theresa didn't seem to mind now that she was stark naked on her balcony getting fucked by her husband for all to see. Repeatedly he pounded away at her quivering pussy slapping his hips hard against her ass with a definite sound. Theresa tried to contain her ecstasy and for a few moments she was able to do so. As the torrid public fuck session wore on she was no longer able to do so.

Her rasping breath as she gulped for air turned into the sharp squeaks of delight and then moans of pleasure as the fucking wore on. Her beautifully bountiful breasts bounced and slapped against the balcony railing on the back swing since she was now obscenely bent over the sturdy railing. The sound of the sizable flesh mounds slapping against metal rang out with a unique sound. The sounds of sex that rang out from that apartment balcony were unmistakable. More than a few people noticed the passionate couple making love on that balcony.




Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 3



* * * * 

John was always a good student and never had a problem in his studies. His problem however was that he didn't make friends that easily and girls were an even larger problem for him. He wasn't ugly or anything, he was just shy and found himself tongue tied around the opposite sex. Even though tonight he had one of the prettier girls in school over, it was little comfort to him. 

Charlotte was here for only one thing Algebra; she was on the school Basketball team and needed to pick up her grades. She was always an active, athletic young woman that helped out in various charities and after school activities. Even thought she was very attractive she didn't have a steady boyfriend. Sure she had offers and many guys pursued her but she didn't have time for any of them. She was intent on getting into Harvard, and you don't do that without good grades and favorable extra curricular activities. 

Charlotte could do okay on the basketball court and her other subjects she was doing okay on her own; Algebra was her downfall. It was the one subject that truly needed help in. This John guy she would not have normally spent time with in his bedroom with the door closed but she needed his help. The other students and teachers who recommended him promised her he could help her grades in no time. She wanted Harvard bad enough to risk the damage to her reputation. Even if people did say that they were involved it wouldn't be so bad, he was kind of cute and perhaps the other guys would leave her alone.

"Okay, how do you do this one again?" Charlotte asked looking at John.

"Well' it goes like this." John started to explain how to solve a particular Algebraic equation. 

Part way through the explanation Charlotte looked off into space for a moment to ponder what he had said. It was her way of digesting information, to stop the explanation, look away and review it in her head. It worked for her so she continued doing it again and again during the explanation. On one such glance away something caught the corner of her eye and she looked to see what it was.

What she saw took her breath away and she looked on in shock. There in plain sight of the world was some older couple fucking on their balcony. As she looked at the nude lovemaking couple she could not tear her eyes away from the intense scene. 

"Oh my God!" Charlotte exclaimed still not looking away from the hot scene across the apartment complex.

"Holy shit!" John replied under his breath as he noticed what Charlotte was looking at. 

For a tense and quiet moment the pair of teenagers looked at the amorous couple copulate in public and could not tear their eyes away. Charlotte was the first to move, mesmerized she moved right up to the bedroom window to get a better look, and John joined her. As they watched the couple fuck they could now her the moans of the woman drifting quietly in off the breeze through the open window. 

John was rubbing his painfully hard erection through his jeans trying to slyly deal with it somehow without Charlotte noticing. When he heard a few slight whimpers from Charlotte's direction he looked over to investigate. John saw that she already had her jeans undone and a hand down her pants and inside her lacy panties. Clearly he could see her hand moving in the front of her pants and he knew that she was masturbating to the hot scene. 

Two can play this game he thought and since he desperately needed release of his own sexual tensions he pulled out his cock. Slowly he stroked it as he watched the people fucking across the way and Charlotte masturbating right next to him. His gaze would shift between the two hot scenes within his view and eventually it had to happen.

Charlotte was so caught up in the scene watching the lucky woman get fucked well and true across the way. She had not gone all the way with anyone yet and she could only imagine what sex would be like, let alone to do it in such a public place. Her mind was fuzzy in a heated state and she could only focus on the hot fucking across the way and the heat in her loins. After a few minutes of finger fucking herself she remembered John and wondered if he had noticed what she was doing. 

Thankfully he was still watching the couple across the way so she was safe. But the movement in her peripheral vision beckoned her to look down. Her breath was caught in her throat as she saw that John was also masturbating to the hot scene. It only seemed fair she thought; she couldn't watch it without touching herself so why should he be different? 

She could not taker her eyes off of the sight of his cock; it was the first cock she had seen in real life. She had seen pictures and stuff but she had never seen one in the flesh and she was captivated by it. It was not as large as the ones she had seen in the pictures but it seemed to be a healthy size to her. To Charlotte it was beautiful; her eyes followed every vein and bump in it, watching his hand stroke the penis before her.

She flashed a glance up to his face to see if her visual tour of his privates was undetected. When her eyes met his she drew a quick breath in shock. Neither of them knew what to do as the watched each other masturbate for a moment. Slowly the pair of hot teenagers looked back at the scene across the way as they pleasured themselves. Algebra was a distant faded memory to the pair at that point. 

Suddenly the woman on the balcony wailed and they knew that she was cuming. Her whole body shook in ecstasy as an orgasm ripped through her, Mathew kept on pounding away at his wife. Charlotte moaned in her own orgasm and somehow it didn't feel like it was enough for her. She found the release she sought but yet it was not quite what she needed, she desperately wanted to know what it felt like to have a cock inside her. The woman on that balcony was clearly enjoying it immensely, more than Charlotte was at that point. Her pussy throbbed and the heat of her pussy still fogged her mind. She was so hot she could not think straight, all she could think of was that fucking couple and the envy she felt for that woman. Charlotte wanted to know what that woman felt, she had to know or she would go mad.

John watched the two ladies cum, his eyes darting between the one across the way and the one inside of his own room. It was too much for him and he shot his load on the wall under the window. His cock started to soften when he finished shooting his load. John could not believe the events of the past few minutes. He watched the couple that was still fucking on that balcony as he remembered Charlotte contorted in her own orgasm. 

Charlotte looked over at John and caught his gaze before looking down at his cock, over to her pussy and back to his eyes with a pleading look. John's mind froze, as he understood what she silently meant. His cock instantly started to spring to life at the thought of dipping his cock inside of her hot box. Without a word Charlotte pulled her pants and panties all the way off and discarded them. She spread her legs wide and aimed her ass toward John as she gripped the windowsill. 

John approached her and still not a word was said as he moved behind her. Her slender fingers gripped his cock and guided it to her trebling pussy that eagerly awaited its first cock. The pair moaned in chorus their joyous rapture as his cock slid into her tight wet pussy. John stopped when he felt the resistance of he hymen. Charlotte was to mad with desire to wait any longer and thrust back, breaking the skin. Slowly John sank deeper into her until he felt the soft skin of her ass against his crotch. As he bottomed out and was fully inside of her both new lovers moaned in the fantastic knowledge that they were no longer virgins. The feeling of having a hard cock up inside of her pussy was indescribable for Charlotte.

Charlotte looked back over her shoulder and smiled at John who smiled back. John took this to mean that she was ready and withdrew his rock hard member until it was almost all the way out. Slowly he pushed his cock back into her and over and over again he slowly stroked that pussy. It was a good thing that he had already cum or he would surely have shot his load by now. Charlotte was urgent and started to forcefully thrust back to meet John's thrusts and quickly the pace increased until they had met the frenzied fucking that they both watched. 

Charlotte was not completely happy, she had had not recreated the scene completely. She tried to swing her breasts like she was watching but her bra was too restrictive to allow it. In a flash she tore her shirt off and her bra followed. While her breasts were smaller than the woman's she felt free to feel her breasts shake and rock with the powerful thrusts that John was giving her. 

When John saw the breasts of his new lover bounce free he had to touch them. He moved his hands from her hips to her breasts and held on to the large globes of pleasure flesh as he slammed even harder into her. When Charlotte felt this she was in her own personal state of bliss as the pleasure washed over her. When she heard the wail of the woman across the balcony, followed by the man's answering cries she came.

Charlotte was racked by the most joyous feelings that she had ever known; she came and came hard. It was more intense than anything her own hands could have given her. A single moan escaped her lips and before she bit her lip and stifled any more sounds and her pussy exploded in joy. When John felt the waves and ripples of pleasure clamping down on his cock he thrust deep into her pussy one more time. John exploded into the first pussy he had ever fucked and almost cried out his own joy. 

When both of their orgasms had subsided the fog of the heated people lifted and the reality of what had happened hit both of them hard. Even while John's softening cock was still buried inside of Charlotte, panic set in on both of them. On one hand Charlotte wanted to continue to explore the wonders of sex with John, but it was all too soon and she needed space.

"I have to go." Charlotte said with a look of fear as she looked over her shoulder.

"I . . . I . . . I'm sorry . . . I shouldn't have . . ." John tried to apologize his face welling up with tears as fear gripped him as well. He was ashamed of himself for taking advantage of Charlotte. 

"No, you're not to blame, nobody is to blame, it happened and that's all. I'm not mad but I just have to go." Charlotte said trying to reassure him but her fear and panic was gripped into her throat. John smiled and felt a little more at ease but still was a mix of emotions. Little was said as they got dressed and packed up her stuff.

"Okay, talk to you tomorrow then?" John said as he escorted the now fully dressed Charlotte to the door of his apartment. 

"Sure, see you at school." Charlotte said as she now felt genuine affection for him and stole a kiss from his willing lips. 

Little did either of them know that the heated event in that bedroom changed their lives forever. It was six weeks later when Charlotte broke the news to John that she was pregnant. John turned out to be one of the slim few and chose to stick by her and live up to his obligations as a future father. There was hell to pay from both sets of parents but the new couple stuck together through it. The guy Charlotte would not have chosen to date turned out to be her ideal husband after all. She never made it to Harvard but lived a happy life with John in spite of it. 

* * * *

Theresa looked over the apartment complex, scouring the windows for evidence of someone watching them. She didn't like the idea of some stranger watching her and her husband in the most intimate act possible between them. However there was little she could do now, her eyes caught the eyes of a pair of eyes starting back at her.

Upon further inspection Theresa noticed that not one person but two people were watching her husband fuck her. Instead of being embarrassed she was excited and elated at the prospect of turning on strangers. As she watched her voyeurs she could imagine that they were masturbating because of what they saw. Theresa watched the couple watching her and in a few minutes to her surprise she saw the voyeurs start to fuck. It was exciting for Theresa to watch someone fucking while watching her fuck. A minute or two later she watched as the young woman across the way tore her top of and bounced her breasts just like Theresa's were. For a fleeting moment Theresa wondered what those breasts and sloshing pussy would taste like. Theresa could not take much more of this hot scene and came yet again, this time Mathew came with her drenching her pussy with his load. 

The tired couple left the balcony and on wobbly legs made their way to their bed where they fell asleep. By morning Mathew woke up to Theresa sucking on the cock that had given her so much pleasure the night before. The tired man sighed; he knew it would be a great day, after all it already started of the best way he knew how.



Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 4



Theresa cooed to herself as she watched her husband stir to life as she lovingly sucked on his hard cock. It was just two weeks ago that she had discovered how she liked the taste of his cum. She also discovered how she loved the feel of his hard cock between her lips and sliding down her throat. Just then she felt a small tingle of pleasure ripple forth from her pussy. Glancing back she saw her husbands fingers sliding in and out of her moist pussy. Moaning in pleasure as she continued to deep throating of her husband. These vibrations sent wondrous sensations up and down Mathew's cock and he groaned his joyous approval. As this cycle of pleasure continued, it was only moments later Mathew's cock erupted down the throat of his wife, spurring her on to climax on his fingers. 

"Now that's the way to wake a man up in the morning!" Mathew smiled down to his wife as she licked his cock clean. 

"Any man or just you?" Laughed Theresa playfully between licks.

"Any man you want sweetheart, as long as he's in this bed with me." Mathew laughed back as he stroked his wife's hair. 

At that they both laughed as neither were serious or even playing with the idea of adding another person in to their sex lives. They were happy and content to find the renewed playfulness like they had when they were newlyweds. Mathew had never seen this side of his wife before, never before had she been this much of the sexual aggressor. She never liked to give him head before and here she was licking his cock clean after waking him up with a fantastic blowjob. 

"So what are you planning on doing with this thing next dear?" Theresa said as she waved the stiffening cock back and forth with a playful smile.

"Take a leak." Mathew said as he rushed off to the bathroom to relieve his full bladder. 

"Bastard!" Theresa growled as she watched her husband disappear into the bathroom.

"Don't move a muscle!" Mathew said over his shoulder to his wife who was still on her hands and knees with her ass sticking up in the air. 

Mathew stood at the toilet and emptied his bladder as quickly as possible, hoping to get back to his wife as soon as he could. With a quick shake he stuffed his cock back his shorts and washed his hands before rushing out into the bedroom. His eyes flashed around the room and discovered that Theresa was nowhere to be found. The sizzling of bacon in the distance told him where his wife was and what she was doing. 

Mathew made his way in the direction of the sound and in a moment of wickedness he stripped his boxer shorts off. As he strode proudly into the kitchen completely naked he smiled wickedly at his wife who was cooking breakfast. Theresa who was wearing a silk robe looked sideways at her husband not yet acknowledging his presence.

"Don't even think of coming near me with that thing." Theresa snapped as Mathew strode towards his wife. 

"Sweetie, I wasn't ignoring you, but I really had to pee!" Mathew said as he stood behind his wife and caressed her silk covered ass and hips.

"Go away!" Theresa said unconvincingly taking a swat at her husbands roaming hands.

"C'mon baby, are you sure you don't want me to take care of this?" Mathew said as his right hand slid up her smooth thigh and brushed past her moist and hot pussy. 

Theresa drew a quick breath in shock and excitement as she felt his brief caressing of her pussy. She had, in truth wanted to pounce on him first thing in the morning and still did. However she wanted to make him pay for walking away from her earlier, she was a woman and had her pride. She didn't want him to think that he could have her anytime he wanted her. However her throbbing loins were fast betraying her angry exterior. 

"Maybe later." Theresa answered her heart and pussy throbbing in time with her pounding heart.

"But I want your sweet pussy now." Mathew said nonchalantly as he lifted her silk robe and pushed his cock easily into her wet pussy. 

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHH You Bastard." Theresa Moaned as her head dropped and she grabbed onto the sides of the stove for support, the spatula still in her hand. The sizzling of the bacon seemed almost to be the sound effect for her heated pussy. 

Thump, Thump, Thump, Slap, Slap, Slap 

Mathew feverishly pumped in and out of her oh so eager pussy. Theresa was in heaven having her hot cunt stuffed so full of cock. Her excitement was now too much for her to contain and she moaned as her husband pounded away at her cunt. Now all that Theresa could think of was that she did not want this to end. 

These days it seemed that she could not say no to him, and for the moment it suited her fine. She was having the best and most frequent sex of her life. For the first time since Jenny moved out they were taking advantage of having the place to themselves. It was an added charge having sex in their kitchen and not worrying about Jenny walking in. 

"C'mon you son-of-a-bitch if your gonna fuck me then FUCK ME!!" Theresa moaned out in frustration as she thrust her hips back at Mathew harder and harder. 

Mathew held on to her and slammed even harder into her pussy. The slapping of their bodies rang out louder than ever, punctuated with the grunts that each lover let out with each powerful stroke. The heated fucking continued for a few blissful moments as the lust crazed couple continued to rut like animals. Fucking this hot cannot continue forever and soon enough it ended.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH CHHHHHRIIIIISSSST!!" Mathew screamed as he shot his load deep inside his wife's pussy. The feeling of her husband's cum washing the deepest depths of her steaming cunt triggered her own orgasm. With one long unmistakable moan of passion she came hard. If it weren't for Mathew's quick thinking and agile hands she would have landed face first into the frying pan. 

"You are one hot piece of ass!" Mathew breathed, trying to catch his breath. "Clearly the best." Mathew said as Theresa came to. 

"I'd better be your only piece of ass!" Theresa laughed trying to sound angry.

"Well there is the receptionist at work and the one or two casual mistresses." Mathew said counting on his hands with a smirk.

"Jerk." Theresa tossed the spatula at him and held a look that was a cross between scowl and smirk.

"But I'll never leave you dear. You're the best by far." Mathew said with a smirk. 

"Gee honey, the least you could do is bring her home for me to play with as well." Theresa said with a wink and as playfully as she could. 

She wanted to play with his mind for a moment and shock him back for the bad humor. However Theresa had to admit that in the back of her mind she had always had a secret fantasy about being with another woman. On one occasion Theresa licked her fingers while masturbating imagining it was her phantom female lover. The taste stuck with her and burned into her subconscious, she had never told anyone before not even Mathew. 

"I may do just that sweetie." Mathew laughed and finished cooking breakfast for the pair.

"You do that and I will either show you a night to remember or beat the piss out of you!" Theresa warned with a smile, not letting on if she was kidding or serious. Truly Theresa didn't know what she would do if faced with a real live willing woman. However Theresa knew that Mathew wouldn't be that dumb to bring a woman home in hopes of a wild threesome.

* * * *

"Could I get another gin and tonic?" Theresa asked the waitress. 

"Certainly madam." The young waitress said as she turned to return to the bar.

"Are you sure you need another one?" Mathew said quietly to Theresa as he tried to tear his eyes away from the scrumptious ass of the waitress. 

"I'm okay dear, besides you're driving." Theresa said in response to her husband's inquiry. "Besides, after that speech of Tom's, I need one." Theresa shook her head and sighed.

"I know, me too." Mathew sighed, knowing exactly what she was talking about. "Waitress, can I get another rum and coke?" Mathew said to the passing young woman and tried to look past her breasts to her face. 

Theresa sat in the bar and remembered the evening that had passed and still digested the events of the only an hour or so before. 

* * * * 

It was during the post evening drinks and conversation that the pleasant evening took a turn for the bizarre. Jenny was opening the presents brought by the various guests and extended family members. Tom insisted that she open his present last. When all the other presents were opened he stood and raised his glass to make a speech and toast. 

"Well, I would like to thank everyone for being here to help us celebrate not only Jenny's birthday but our first anniversary as well." Tom paused and looked at Jenny who smiled and blushed. "For you see, while the actual anniversary is one week away it was one year ago tonight that things started to change for us." Tom paused to keep his emotions in check. "It was one year ago tonight that I saw her not as the little girl that I viewed her as but as the beautiful woman that she is." Tom looked at Jenny and again she blushed. "It took a week for us to realize that we belonged together and she has made me happier than I have ever been. She has made my life worth living and I could not imagine my life without her." Tom paused and slipped his hand into his pocket and brought something out and handed the small velvet box to Jenny. 

With trembling hands Jenny opened the ring box and peered inside to find the very ring she fell in love with months ago. One time when they were window-shopping at the mall she pointed out this ring in the window of a jewelry shop and now it was in her hands. She lifted her tear filled eyes and looked to see Tom but he was no longer there. Jenny looked around and found Tom beside her on one knee slowly taking her hand in his. 

"Jenny, you have been special to me since the day you were born, you know that." Tom paused and drew a shaky breath before continuing. "This past year you have been so much more special and dearer to me than I ever though you could be. I love you so much Jenny . . ." Tom's words drifted off and he paused once more. "Jenny, will you marry me?" Tom finished and looked into the teary eyes of Jenny, his beloved.

It was almost a full minute before Jenny could speak but her rapturous expression and teary smile answered the question before words ever could. There was little doubt that Jenny would say yes to the momentous question. After the years she had waited to hear those words from Tom, she would not pass up this opportunity to make her life long dream come true.

"Yes." Meekly came out of Jenny's mouth finally. "Yes Tom, I'll marry you." She repeated a little louder so the whole party could hear and a teary eyed filled nodding of the head.

Cheers and laughter roared up from the crowd in celebration of the happy news. Everyone was overjoyed at the happy news of the engagement of Tom and Jenny and the wine poured freely thereafter. Everyone drank and enjoyed the happy news and good times of the evening. 

Everyone that is, except Mathew and Theresa. Theresa's heart sank as she felt at odds with her daughter once more. It was too much too soon once more for Jenny's parents. She had just got used to the idea of Tom and Jenny being together and seeing them together. Now she was supposed to accept Tom as her Son! It was all too creepy, she went to school with him, she dated him a little in high school. Tom almost was Jenny's father! However, he wasn't and there was nothing Theresa or Mathew could do to stop them. 

* * * *

It was at this point that Theresa was snapped back to reality as she realized that she was staring down the top of the waitress. As Theresa looked down the top of that young waitress she could clearly see that the full round breasts were not contained in a bra. Theresa tried to look away from them but was unable not to trace every curve and round shape of the beautiful orbs of flesh before her. Without a word one more blouse button was undone, revealing more of the captivating breasts.

"See anything you like darlin?" The waitress asked as she looked down into the transfixed eyes of Theresa. 

"I . . . I'm sorry." Theresa blushed and looked away embarrassed at what she had done. 

"Its okay darlin, I don't mind." The waitress said with a wink. "You looked like you enjoyed the view, that's all." The waitress said calmly. "You look hot yourself and I thought you were into women." The waitress said with a smile and another wink catching the eye of Theresa and looked sideways at her for a moment. "You've never been with a woman have you?" The waitress asked plainly.

"No." Theresa replied not looking away from the eyes of the waitress.

"But you want to don't you?" The waitress said leaning in dangerously close, her breasts almost popping out of the blouse; she waited for an answer.

"Yes." Was the almost inaudible response from Theresa. 

"I get off at one thirty and I'd love to be your first, I'll do ya both if you want. My name is Sandra, what's yours?" Sandra the waitress asked calmly. 

"I'm Theresa and this is my husband Mathew." Theresa responded and tried to regain her composure, her mind still swimming from everything that happened this evening. 

"Any kids?" Sandra asked, her considerable cleavage on display as she stood back up straight.

"One daughter nineteen today." Theresa replied.

"What do you know, I'm twenty." Sandra laughed and leaned in. "She doesn't live at home does she?" Sandra asked with interest.

"No." Theresa replied.

"Good, I hate having to work around kids; it's such a hassle." Sandra said with relief then leaned in "So, you interested?" She asked with a raised eyebrow lightly toying with one of her now exposed nipples. 

Theresa looked at Mathew who gave her an expected look pleading her to say yes (as she expected) Theresa knew that she wanted to and here was her opportunity to explore that fantasy with this stranger. If things didn't go well she wouldn't have to see her again. The temping thought fought with her conscience for a moment but in the end temptation won out.

"Yes, we'd love to have you over tonight." Theresa responded with a nervous smile.

"Don't go anywhere." Sandra said with and blew a kiss as she fixed her blouse and then left the table.

For the rest of the evening the couple was excited and nervous about sharing the experience. Their minds were not occupied with the thought of Tom and Jenny's upcoming wedding. Soon enough though, the other party guests trickled into the bar from the restaurant and the party was in full gear. Everyone danced and partied but as the night wore on the crowd thinned. As the rest of the crowd left the bar Theresa and Mathew stayed behind under the pretense of resting a bit before leaving.

"You stayed!" Sandra said with a charge of excitement. "I'm so glad!" She said and hugged Theresa tight pressing her whole body against the woman.

Sandra followed Mathew and Theresa back to their apartment and a hushed nervous excitement fell over the apartment as the door closed behind them. Sandra calmly hung up her jacket and looked the apartment over as the pair looked Sandra over.

Sandra was a tall, slender, dark skinned, Arabic beauty who was statuesque and well proportioned with the perfect hourglass figure. Her more than ample breasts were about the same size as Theresa's C cups. Her long black hair fell straight to the small of her back. The dark mini skirt she had on clung to her mid thigh and hugged her curvy hips well. Her blouse was form fitting but not excessively tight. Clearly you could see the shape of her breasts underneath the material and no bra lines were to be seen to hinder the view. 

Sandra showed confidence and calmness as she surveyed the apartment. She was clearly comfortable and unashamed about who she was and nothing would change that. Sandra had known that she loved both men and woman for a long time and enjoyed an active sex life with many men and women. Clearly she was not an inexperienced young woman; in fact sex had been a part of her life for a long time. She worked at the bar for the easy money and for opportunities like this, to be a first time for some bi-curious woman. Usually they were single but on occasion they would be with a man. The fact of the presence of a man didn't deter Sandra, she was proud of who she was and what she could do. She knew that she could delight a woman in ways that a man simply couldn't. 

"Do you have anything to drink?" Sandra asked at long last.

"Yes, how about some wine?" Theresa asked and Sandra nodded her approval. 

Sandra waited until the trio had their wine and was sitting relaxing in the living room before giving her usual speech. It was a little something she did to break the ice and set the ground rules for the events that were about to take place. 

"Okay, here's how things will happen this evening. Here is what I need for this to happen. It is not negotiable." Sandra said with a serious tone and paused for a moment to see the nods of Theresa and Mathew. "I am in charge, what I say goes at all times. First I will start with Theresa here and when I am ready I will let you join in." Sandra finished and pointed to Mathew. "Is that acceptable?" Sandra asked and crossed her legs and waited when both agreed a wicked smile crept across Sandra's lips. "Good."


Sandra looked over at Theresa and Mathew who sat there not knowing what would happen next. Sandra let them stew for a moment before speaking again. She looked as if in thought, thinking about what she would do to them first. The wicked smile returned to her face and she prepared to speak.

"Well my darlings, you are clearly wearing too many clothes. Stand up and undress each other, one article at a time." Sandra said without raising her voice. 

Slowly the couple stood up and moved to the center of the living room. Theresa started with Mathew's shirt, unbuttoning it as best she could with shaking hands. Mathew in turn removed Theresa's shirt and so in it went back and forth until they stood naked before Sandra holding each other. Sandra took the time to admire her newest conquests and found that they were acceptable. 

"Mathew dear; sit down over there." Sandra pointed to the kitchen table and Mathew silently complied. "Come here my dear." Sandra said crooking a finger. "Don't you think I'm overdressed?" Sandra asked in a sultry voice.

"Yes." Theresa said and started to approach Sandra sitting in the chair.

"Well why don't you rectify the situation my dear." Sandra smiled and waited.

One by one Sandra's clothes were removed and Theresa caressed and examined every inch of the smooth skin that she liberated with each article of clothing. After a few long moments, Sandra was as nude as the other two. Theresa could not get over how smooth and touchable her skin was, it was unlike anything she had touched before. Her hands could not stop moving over the silky smooth skin. Sandra sat there for a moment and let the woman caress her body.

"Kiss me." Sandra said without moving.

Slowly and deliberately Theresa crawled up into that chair and planed her knees on either side of Sandra's legs. Their bodies were dangerously close and skin brushed upon skin as Theresa's lips neared Sandra's. Electricity shot through Theresa's body as for the first time she kissed another woman romantically. Sandra's lips were tender, soft and delicious as the kiss continued the passion increased. Hands started roaming over each other's body and Theresa loved the feel of Sandra's small smooth hands caressing every intimate part of her body. 

Something seemed to take over Theresa's body and everything she did seemed to be second nature and natural. Her lips moved down Sandra's body and soon she was lip to nipple with her first breast. However she seemed to know what she was doing and started to orally please Sandra's breasts as she would like her own pleased. Sandra moaned her approval and grabbed two handfuls of Theresa's hair and directed the woman's attention to where she wanted it. Theresa was in heaven as she explored her newest lover's bosom.




Old Friends & New Possibilities Ch. 4



Sandra was in awe of this woman's ability to please her thus far. No first timer had ever displayed this much talent or gave her such pleasure without direction before. Sandra's pussy was dripping wet with anticipation of what might be in store for the experienced lover. Slowly she pushed Theresa's head down her body until those talented lips were in contact with her pussy.

"Oh baby, eat me!" Sandra moaned out, her whole body was on fire for Theresa. 

Theresa sat there looking over her first pussy and explored the wonder of the womanhood spread before her. She drank in every fold and crease before her and inhaled the aroma of an excited woman. Theresa had examined and explored her pussy before but it was different seeing it from this point of view. She reached out her tongue and licked up the inside of the outer lips, this was answered by a long moan from Sandra. Theresa spread the lips wide and attacked the pussy of the woman that drove her to this place. Theresa made love to that pussy the best way she knew how, all of the things she knew drove her wild she unleashed on this pussy. Trick after trick, lick after lick she mercilessly pleasured Sandra's pussy driving the young slut higher and higher to climax. In almost record time Sandra screamed out and shook as her first orgasm overtook her.

"OOOOHHHH SSSHHHIITT!!" Sandra screamed. "I'M CUMMING!! EAT ME! EAT ME!" Sandra screamed out at the top of her lungs as her whole body vibrated and violently shook in one orgasm after another as Theresa did her best to eat her way through all of them. Soon though Sandra slumped back into the chair and tried to catch her breath. 

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." Theresa remarked as she looked at Sandra and then at Mathew who was now hard as a rock and gently stroking his cock. 

"I'm glad but tell me the truth, you've done this before haven't you?" Sandra asked with a contented smile. 

"No, this was my first time with a woman." Theresa admitted. "Was I good?" Theresa asked curious to know the answer. 

Sandra was dumbfounded, this novice could not possibly have eaten her pussy as well as she did but it happened. Sandra could not believe that this woman could have that much raw talent for womanly lovemaking. As Sandra looked down at Theresa she knew that she had to taste that pussy, she also had to have that face buried in her pussy once more.

"Lie on the couch." Sandra instructed with smoldering eyes looking into Theresa's eyes. Theresa looked over at her husband who was in a awful state and her love for him pulled at her to do something for him. 

"Why don't you blow Mathew instead?" Theresa said tentatively.

"No, lie on the couch, I want your pussy now!" Sandra replied sternly. She had never been questioned before. In these situations she had always been obeyed, and this would be no exception. 

"But he's been waiting patently and he needs some attention. I think he deserves a reward don't you?" Theresa said as charmingly as she could. She didn't like the idea of her husband being left out and wanted him involved. She could see that it was cruel to make him wait any longer before getting involved. 

"We will take care of him later." Sandra replied sounding a little perturbed.

"I think we should take care of him now!" Theresa replied just as sternly. "Now either get over there and blow my husband or get out!" Theresa finished in a tone that was just under a scream. 

Sandra was stunned for a moment, nobody had talked to her this way; she had always been in charge. She had always kept her cool, always she could take or leave the sex and had managed to remain in control of the situation. However something about this woman was different, something about her touched something deep inside her. Sandra desperately wanted to know what it was, she wanted to know what and why this woman held such power over her body. How could this inexperienced lover excite her in ways no other woman had? Sandra knew that she had to taste that pussy and could not risk leaving before she had the answer. 

"Fine, we'll do it your way. After all, he has been a good boy and should be rewarded for his restraint." Sandra said trying to regain as much composure as she could. 

Sandra stood up and walked over to a wide smiling Mathew and knelt before him and admired the sizeable cock she found before her. Slowly she reached up and touched it, gently running a finger along its length before grasping it around the base and bringing her expert lips to the head of it. She kissed the head of Mathew's cock before licking and nibbling all over the cock. She liked to tease her men before getting down to hard-core cocksucking. She new how to blow a man and just what drove them wild and this man was no exception. Sandra loved the power she held over men especially when she sucked them off. She had received numerous marriage proposals just from the way she gave head. She knew that she was good and she wanted Mathew to admit to Theresa when it was all over that she gave the best head ever! 

Mathew was in paradise as this strange dark skinned woman continued to suck him off like the pro she clearly was. A few times he was close to cuming and she would pull him back from the edge, slowing things down. This blowjob went on for almost a half and hour and Mathew was delirious with pleasure and still needed some kind of release. 

"Tell me baby; who gives you the best head?" Sandra asked cat like between licks of his cock.

"Oh you do baby you do!!" Mathew moaned unaware of anything else but Sandra who was pleasuring his cock at that moment.

"Would you like to cum baby?" Sandra asked knowing the answer.

"GOD YES!" Mathew shouted.

"Beg me baby!" Sandra instructed now looking up in Mathew's face.

"PLEASE Honey, let me cum! Oh GOD let me blow!" Mathew begged shamelessly.

Sandra then went down on his cock like a madwoman, swallowing the sizable shaft whole. Sandra deepthroated him while pistoning up and down on his shaft at a blinding pace, sucking hard the whole time. Mathew could not take much more of this exquisite blowjob and soon he moaned that he was cuming. He then shot his load deep down the throat of Sandra where so many men had shot before. After a rapturous orgasm Mathew slumped back in the kitchen chair and breathing hard trying to recover. 

"That is one beautiful and tasty cock baby." Sandra said as she licked Mathew's cock clean smiling up into his face. 

Theresa didn't like being told that she was a distant second at anything especially at pleasing her husband sexually. She toyed with the idea of kicking Sandra out right then but decided to put that talented mouth to better uses. Theresa laid back on the couch and spread her legs wide before clearing her throat to demand attention. 

"I think you've earned it my dear slut. You may have my pussy now." Theresa said as controlling as possible. 

Sandra looked over at Theresa and for a moment pondered whether to pick the fight or not but that pussy was calling her. That sweet slit of pleasure spread out before her begged her to lick it. She wanted to taste it's sweet juices so much that it hurt. In a flash she was hovering over top of Theresa and was face first into that pussy that beckoned her. Both women went wild as they ate each other's pussy. Squeaks, moans and slurps emanated from the women as they made passionate love to each other's pussy. Sure enough Sandra screamed that she was cuming first and exploded into Theresa's mouth. This in turn set Theresa off and she came hard on the talented Sandra's face. 

In her daze Theresa saw her husband enraptured by the events on the couch, sporting another erection. Theresa silently beckoned him over to come near to her. When Mathew was near she held Sandra's pussy lips open with one hand and guided Mathew's cock to the entrance of the woman's pussy. 

"OH GOD YES! FUCK ME LOVER! FUCK ME WITH THAT GORGEOUS COCK!" Sandra screamed out as her body quaked with excitement as Mathew slid his entire length inside of her. 

Sandra didn't know what came over her, she felt like a virgin, inexperienced and horny. She didn't know what to expect or why she felt this way, clearly she was the most sexually experienced one there. Sandra threw herself into the fuck and madly thrust back at the cock she now worshiped. Mathew could not believe his luck as he pounded away into this hot strange woman's pussy while his wife licked his balls. Sandra was a dynamo of sexual energy and came several times before Mathew exploded deep into her eager and well fucked pussy. An exhausted Sandra collapsed on top of Theresa and was out for a moment after cuming at the same time as Mathew.

Theresa licked Mathew's softening cock that was slick with the combined juices of Sandra and Mathew. When his cock was just about clean Sandra's eyes fluttered open and she found that she was lying flat on her back on the floor. Joyous sensations rushed forth from her pussy as she remembered the best fuck of her life. As she looked down she found out that Mathew was eating her out, tasting the mix of their combined sex juices.

That was the start of a very long night for the trio, not much sleep was had by any of them. What had intended to be a one-night thing continued and wouldn't die, not that any of them wanted it to. Sandra spent more and more time with them and rarely was home. As the weeks went by things slid into a kind of routine and Sandra became a more permanent part of Mathew and Theresa's life. However they were always careful to keep it hidden from Tom and Jenny. While they cared for Sandra and always had a great time with her they wanted to keep everything secret from the world. While Sandra's feelings intensified for her new lovers, all she wanted it seemed these days was to be with them. As you can guess things came to a head one day.

After one large argument with everyone screaming and shouting back and forth Sandra stormed out. She demanded to be a permanent and public part of their lives and wanted to love them openly. She didn't want to be hidden away in the shadows all of the time. She had given up all her other lovers for them and loved them dearly and she admitted this in a teary speech just before leaving. 

It was a few weeks before the emptiness of their lives hit home for Mathew and Theresa. They finally realized just how much Sandra had meant to them and how much they missed her. After convincing Sandra to come back to them they arranged to sit down Tom and Jenny and drop a bombshell of their own. As strange as it seemed neither of them wanted to lose the odd yet beautiful relationship they had with Sandra. 

As the pair sat and waited for Tom and Jenny to arrive at their house it was decided to keep Sandra hidden until the time was right. So after Tom, Jenny, Mathew and Theresa had enjoyed some conversation and drinks Mathew decided to start things off. 

"I'm glad to see you two still together." Mathew said. "And in a few months you will be married, and nothing could make me happier." Mathew said and paused. "But at first I have to admit that it was hard for me to accept. Even though you make each other happy and that is important isn't it?" Mathew said and took a deep breath. "But still you wanted us to accept it and understand it and I guess we want the same of you." Mathew finished and looked at Jenny who looked puzzled. 

"What are you talking about daddy?" Jenny said looking confused.

"Something has happened that has changed our lives and made us very happy." Mathew finished. 

"Something wonderful has happened sweetie. Someone has come into our lives and made us happier than we have ever been." Theresa said and paused to swallow hard. "It may be hard for you two to accept but just keep in mind that she makes up happy." 

"Mom what are you talking about? You made a new friend or something?" Jenny asked now afraid of the answer she might get.

"No dear, we met a woman whom we love and she loves us." Theresa said with a pleading look. It was the same look that Jenny wore over a year ago when she told Theresa about Tom.

"WHAT!" Jenny shouted in shock and disbelief. 

"Yes dear." Mathew said as Theresa stood and left the room. "We never meant for this to happen but we met and she is a part of our life now. I never thought I could love two women let alone at the same time, but I do. I just hope that you can understand." Mathew finished as he looked over to Theresa who was holding Sandra's hand. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jenny snapped. 

"We are in love dear." Theresa said as she moved back to the couch and put Sandra between Mathew and herself. 

"All of you?" Jenny questioned, her mind now blown.

"Yes." The three of them answered.

"How can three people be in love?" Jenny questioned incredulously.

"I can't explain how but we just are." Sandra spoke for the first time.

"This isn't right!" Jenny said holding back tears as best as she could.

"You're one to talk about what's right missy!" Mathew snapped.

"What!" Jenny replied.

"Think about it!" Mathew replied and Jenny fell silent knowing what he meant

It was quite some time before Jenny would talk to her parents or be civil to Sandra. However Jenny wanted her parents to be a part of her wedding and knew that she had to break down and settle the feud. While Jenny never did truly accept the situation she at least learned to tolerate it. She bit her tongue mostly and begrudgingly accepted that they sincerely cared for each other and seemed to be happy. However she refused to have Sandra as part of the wedding party or think of her as a 'step mom'. 

However in the end it was still an unusual wedding because Mathew was the best man and Theresa was the Maid of honor. It was a small point that the priest was a little put off by but was able to carry on with the ceremony. Otherwise the wedding was a beautiful ceremony that Jenny had planned down to the last detail years before. Sandra watched proudly from the pew as the people she cared about married off their only child. Nobody knew just how Sandra fit into the scheme of things and she accepted this out of respect for Jenny's wishes. 

It was some years later before Jenny made any effort to make friends with Sandra and finally could tolerate her presence. The five people lived happy lives and shared many happy memories together over the following years.



Old Friends are Best



Bob and Phyllis had been friends of ours for years. We'd been a popular foursome in college--it was always Bill and Karen, Bob and "Phil" wherever we went. 

We'd been neighbors, gone on vacations together and remained close after they moved to Seattle. Our kids had grown up together and two of them went to the same college in Colorado. 

Recently Bob had a business convention here in Dallas--he brought Phil with him to make a mini-vacation out of it. 

My wife Karen and I both work odd hours, so outside of seeing Phil for dinner one night, we didn't have any time to get together as couples until Friday when we met to grill some steaks and enjoy the wine Bob had brought to us from his parents vineyard. 

We had a great time playing some cards, drinking wine and catching up on mutual friends, kids and jobs, but through it all there was a strong undercurrent of flirting and double entendres. 

Nevertheless, as always, we kept ourselves in check and despite all the wine, behaved ourselves. 

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It's not like we were college kids, but we still had a lot going for us, not only as four good friends who shared a continuity of life, but also as what I thought attractive individuals. 

Bob was about my age but shorter and stocky. His hair was turning gray like mine and he still had a nice crop. He'd put on some weight but was basically in good shape. 

His wife Phil had been a runner, I'd even run a few races with her but could never come close to keeping up. She ran marathons up until a few months ago when a knee injury temporarily curtailed her running career.

Phil's a petite woman with short blonde hair and an incredible body. I've always loved watching her bottom as she walked and thought it was neat that she could get away with not wearing a bra. It had always been obvious to me that she frequently went without one. 

My Karen is a redhead. She's a busty woman and what you could call "chunky", but at the same time, not fat. She's firm and very strong. No doubt about it, she's attractive and carries herself well. 

With no set plans, we slept in Saturday morning until ten, but finally dragged our hung over bodies downstairs for breakfast dressed in our usual bedtime garb. 

Karen in her tee shirt and panties topped by her silk robe, and me in my old jeans and tee, we managed to make a pot of coffee, put out a pitcher of orange juice and pop some breakfast rolls in the oven.

Bob had beaten us downstairs was sitting at the kitchen table in gym shorts and a tee shirt reading the paper. He looked up and smiled. "I'm glad you showed up," he said in a fake snobbish voice, "I was getting hungry and wondered when breakfast would be served." 

Karen still had a minor case of bed head and was holding her robe closed while she poured him coffee. 

She gave him a dirty look and said "Breakfast... ugh! You're lucky you're getting ANY," but she managed a smile and ruffled his hair adding, "Good morning Bob." 

I sat down across from Bob. Karen sat between us. After our first cups of coffee, we started to perk up a little and the conversation livened up. 

Soon Phil came downstairs in PJ bottoms and a tank top with a robe over that and stumbled into the kitchen apologizing for how she looked. 

I told her, "You look good to me Phil!"

"Damn Bill, I've been waiting years for you to tell me that," she said.

I noticed Bob looking at Karen's breasts. I had to laugh and said, "Bob, some things never change, you've been staring at Karen's boobs for years." 

We continued to joke around a little and made another pot of coffee. Karen got up to putter around a little, setting out more juice and breakfast snacks. 

Even for September, it was hot outside and the sun shining in to the kitchen warmed it up a lot which prompted Phil to take off her robe off saying, "It's too hot for a robe."

Her breasts were plainly visible through her tank top--they're not big, but perfectly shaped, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of them, it was my turn to stare. 

Karen took her robe off too as she checked over her shoulder to see if her tee shirt was long enough to cover her panties... they barely did.

I could see that Bob couldn't take his eyes off my wife--the way her breasts stretched the tee shirt and made it tight. 

I looked at his wife who noticed Bob staring as well and she rolled her eyes at me. She knew he was a girl watcher from way back. 

"Are we going to have any real breakfast?" I asked Karen. 

She walked over and playfully sat on my lap and said "If you fix it Bill. Today's my day off." 

I tickled her on her ribs, knowing that always got her aroused. Bob's eyes were fixed on her nipples which were getting hard under the tee shirt.

She slapped at my hands and I reached up and gave her breast a squeeze. Karen's breasts were very sensitive and I knew she loved having them played with. 

She slapped my hand away and laughed saying "Bill, if you're going to do that, I'll go elsewhere!" 

We all laughed and I said "Go ahead!" 

She jumped up and walked over and sat sideways on Bob's lap and winked at his wife. "I'll show you!" she said to me. 

Phil got into the spirit and walked over and straddled my knees and sat on my lap with her back toward me. She wiggled back a little and then said "Woo Hoo! Well Bill is glad to see ME!" 

I blushed, but she made no move to leave. 

Phil wiggled a little more and my cock was nestled between her cheeks. She clenched them together and I put my hands on her hips. 

Karen threw a leg over Bob's knee and scooted back. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she gasped "Oh MY!" 

Bob couldn't help himself. He reached around and cupped my wife's breasts in his hands and squeezed them. He blurted "You don't know how long I've wanted to do that." 

Almost in unison Phil and I laughed and answered "Yes we do!" 

Seeing that Karen didn't mind, he began to knead them gently and to tweak her nipples. I cupped Phil's breasts and played with her nipples through her tank top. Bob couldn't get enough and the attention Karen's nipples were getting was guaranteed to get her very hot. 

Karen kept wiggling on Bob's lap and his wife and I could see her pussy lips swelling beneath her panties, which were already soaked through. I really would have thought I'd be upset, that I should be, but I wasn't.

I think it was Phil's perfect ass sitting on me that kept me from feeling jealous of Bob carrying on with my wife. 

Karen looked at me and I could tell she was feeling the same as me, that we were in total agreement. 

Seeing Bob's hands on my wife's breasts was oddly a huge turn on. 

I twirled Phil's nipples between my thumb and finger. She moaned as I kissed her neck and shoulder. 

Karen lifted her arms and Bob lifted her tee up and off over her head. 

She had large pink areolas and when aroused, like now, her nipples were puffy and hard. Karen reached up and ran her fingers through her hair and then Bob's. He squeezed her breasts again and then slid one hand down her tummy and into her panties. 

Karen stood up turned around and straddled Bob's knees again, giving him a view of her breasts that he'd wanted for years. 

Tilting her head back, I watched as he took one, then another in his mouth and sucked on my wife's breasts as if I wasn't there. 

I've made Karen cum before just by doing that, so I knew she was in heaven. 

Meanwhile, Phil stood up, pulled her tank top off and sat back down on my lap and we kissed. It was slow and gentle at first but quickly it became a firestorm. Phil ran her fingers through my hair and I cupped, squeezed and tweaked her breasts. 

I ran my hand up between her thighs and touched her. Phil too was getting hot and wet.

Karen stood up and Bob slid her panties down. She squatted between his knees and pulled his gym shorts down and off. Her pussy was swollen and wet, her lips clearly visible as she squatted. Bob looked over at Phil and I and smiled. 

Karen said "Oh MY! again as his shorts came off. Bob's eyes closed and he leaned his head back saying "Oh FUCK yeah!" as Karen took him into her mouth and her head began to bob up and down. Phil and I watched, this sure wasn't planned. 

"He's had the hots for Karen forever." Phil whispered. "Just like I've had the hots for you Bill."

I smiled and said "Ditto!" We stood up and I slid Phil's pj bottoms down over her hips. 

She was naked underneath and shaved smooth. She struggled with the buttons on my jeans but got them open and pushed them down. I sat her on the table and stood between her knees and we kissed again as I stepped out of my pants almost tripping in the process. 

Phil leaned back on her elbows and I lifted her knees. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this!" I said parroting Bob's earlier comment. "Oh I think I do!" Phil said huskily.

I ran my tongue up her slit and she gripped my hair with one hand. I sucked one lip inside and nibbled it and then the other. Slipping my tongue inside her white hot pussy, I sucked on her clit. she moaned loudly "Yessssss" and lifted her hips to me. 

I briefly looked over at Bob and Karen just in time to see Karen straddling Bob's cock, it was huge! 

Phil was watching too as Bob slowly disappeared inside Karen, clenching her fists in my hair and pulling me back down toward her. I went back to work on Phil's pussy, so tangy, hot and so wet. 

Sucking her clit, her hips began to move, rythmically fucking my mouth. Soon she began to shake. Before long, Phil screamed and came, flooding my mouth with her juices and pulling my face closer to her. I lapped her up hungrily. I stood up and pulled her to me, holding her knees up and apart. She sat up and watched as my cock parted her own swollen lips and slid inside. She felt incredible. I looked into her blue her eyes and she smiled as she sucked me into a raging inferno. 

Karen wasn't known for being quiet during sex and she especially wasn't now. I was sure that her screams could be heard throughout the neighborhood as she rode Bob's cock. 

I watched as she stood up and turned around. She straddled him again and he held his glistening cock for her as she sank down on it again. She leaned forward, propping her hands on Bob's knees. As she moved her hips, her breasts bounced freely. Bob held her hips as her speed and her screams picked up again. 

Phil matched my rythm. Her breasts bouncing in time with my thrusts. She kept her eyes open and looked at me, smiling and said "Oh Bill, Bill, my god you feel so good." her pussy gripped me tightly and she played with her nipples as I pushed deeper and harder. 

I pulled her bottom closer to the edge of the table and soon my balls were slapping against her. 

Bob stood up and led Karen over to the table where she leaned over it. Holding Karen's hips he began slamming his cock into her. Her screams were louder and her bouncing breasts took on a life of their own. Karen started cumming. She'd had multiple orgasms before but this time she went wild. 

That triggered reactions in all of us. 

I held Phil's hips tightly and came deep inside her. Phil wrapped her legs around me, squeezed and screamed as her whole body shook. Bob grunted and thrust one last time deep inside Karen. Karen arched her back and then collapsed on the table, gasping for air. 

My legs were shaking, but after a moment I slid out of her. "Wow Bill," she said, "You were so incredible!"

She stood up and wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long wet kiss. then she whispered in my ear "And its only Saturday morning." 

Bob was sitting back in his chair and Karen was on his lap. Their chests were heaving as they tried to catch their breath. and they both had a happy but exhausted smile on their face. 

Phil gave my butt a squeeze and took my hand and said " I think they'll be alright, let's go take a shower." I gladly followed her perfect bottom upstairs.

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The End.



Old Friends are Not Always Good Friends Ch. 01



I was asked by a friend to write a story for her and was given limited information. The premise of the story is fact, the contents and story itself is purely a product of my imagination given what little I know of the real event. I hope you enjoy.



They'd been friends since childhood in Ireland and hadn't seen each other since Laura moved to New Zealand with her husband Ian six years ago. Heather was coming to visit her old friend and her husband Patrick was with her. The plan was for them to stay a month, then they were going back to Ireland to start a new business together.

Laura and Ian were a very attractive couple. Laura was 5'6" tall, slim and fit with a figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her hair was black and her eyes a sparkling blue that danced most of the time showing how much she loved life. Ian was 6'2", a solid rugged man with light brown hair and blue eyes as well. It was obvious to everyone how Ian worshipped Laura and their sex life was still incredible. They both were borderline nymphomaniacs and fucked several times a week.

As they waited for the passengers to leave the plane, Laura leaned against Ian and he kept his arms wrapped around her. She let her arm drop and she moved her hand back to caress Ian's crotch, feeling his cock pulse beneath his pants. He jerked back a bit, squeezed her tight and whispered, "What are you trying to do? You don't want me meeting Heather with my cock all hard and obvious do you?"

Laura giggled, "I don't care if you are hard for me or if Heather sees that. I want you to be ready to fuck me as soon as we get home. I need you inside me again!"

"I'll fuck you all night, Pretty Lady, you don't need to get me hard now. I'll be hard by the time we get ready for bed." Ian replied.

Laura pressed her ass against his cock and wiggled slowly, feeling how hard he was and her pussy got wetter knowing how she turned him on and he did the same for her.

Heather came bounding through the arrival gate with a shriek and a huge wave of her arms. She ran to Laura, hugging her tight, the laughter of both women could be heard over the din of the busy arrivals. Heather was a striking red head with bright green eyes and a little taller than Laura at 5'8". Her body was incredible, her legs long and shapely and very toned. Her breasts were causing quite the tension test on her thin blouse. The short skirt, just above mid thigh, showed off her firm legs to great advantage. Ian looked on appreciatively as the two friends got reacquainted.

Patrick came up behind Heather and Ian reached out to shake his hand and welcome him. Heather and Laura broke their hug and Heather immediately grabbed Ian by the neck and pulled him down and kissed him deeply, shocking him. Laura gave Patrick a hug and respectable kiss on the cheek so didn't see what Heather had done to her husband. Heather pressed her body against Ian, feeling his cock which had not gone completely down begin to swell again and she moaned as she felt his thickness.

Ian had to turn away slightly and tried to make adjustments so his hard on was less noticeable. He offered to take one of the carry-on's that Patrick was carrying and placed it strategically to hide his erection. Laura saw her husband's predicament and giggled to herself thinking that it was from her attention just a bit ago.

They stood around waiting for the luggage, talking animatedly and the two husbands just watched the two beautiful ladies as they tried to catch up on six years in the first ten minutes. They finally retrieved the luggage and headed for the car. They loaded the trunk as full as it could be leaving one carry-on which went into the back seat. Heather wanted to know if she could ride in the front seat passenger side because riding in the back seat still left her car sick.

She got into the front seat and immediately turned around to continue talking to Laura who was sitting by Patrick. She had one hand on the back of the seat and slid her other hand over to Ian's lap and squeezed his cock tightly. Ian gasped, then coughed to try and cover the gasp.

"Are you ok Ian?" Laura asked.

"Yes, just had a little cough there. I'm fine." He replied.

He dropped his hand to Heather's and moved it off of his now very hard cock, placing it back on her own lap. Heather frowned slightly but quickly began talking again filling them in on the past few years.

On the way home they stopped at several of their friends' homes to introduce Heather and Patrick around and at each house there was the customary beverage and light snack so by the time they did get home, everyone was quite full. It was a good thing because it was late and the two couples headed off to their respective bedrooms for some sleep.

Laura came to bed nude as was their custom and immediately snuggled Ian, her hand resting on his cock, which was rock hard and ready. 

She giggled and said, "It looks like someone is ready to do some serious fucking!"

Between what you kept doing to me and that 'friend ' of yours I've been hard almost the entire time!" he said.

"Heather? What did she do?" Laura asked as she squeezed his thick shaft tightly.

"You saw the way she was dressed! Her blouse was about to bust her buttons and her bra did nothing to hide her nipples!" Ian exclaimed.

Laura swung her leg over her husband, straddling him and lifted herself up, reaching down to guide his erection to her very wet pussy and slid down his length with one swift movement. They both gasped and she sat there quietly for a few moments savoring her husbands cock so deep inside her. She started to move her hips slowly in a circular motion and she leaned down to kiss Ian. 

She whispered in his ear, "Do you think Heather is attractive?"

Ian lifted his hips up to get deeper into his wife's hot dripping pussy. Groaning, he replied, "She is a beautiful woman, but I have the most beautiful lady as my wife and I want nothing more."

Laura smiled and began to move her hips faster, her full breasts riding high on her chest swayed and bounced just a bit and Ian was lost in the sensations of his wife's pussy sucking and gripping his cock and her body's lines and curves as she fucked him. The moans began to fill the room as they gave each other all they had and very soon they both exploded sending cum flowing from Laura's pussy drenching Ian's cock and balls. Collapsing on Ian, Laura snuggled close, keeping his cock tightly gripped in her still shuddering pussy and they fell asleep.

Down the hall in the other bedroom a scene very similar to the one Laura and Ian had created was unfolding with Heather and Patrick. When Patrick came out of the bathroom he found Heather kneeling on the bed, her heart shaped ass towards him, looking back over her shoulder, smiling at him.

"Come here and fuck me, fuck me now!" she ordered. " I am so horny I need a good fucking before I can sleep."

Patrick's cock grew rapidly to his full 8 inch length and he moved behind Heather and with no hesitation plunged deep into her already soaked pussy, his balls slapping against her clit as he bottomed out. Heather groaned and pushed her ass back towards Patrick.

"Come on, give it to me, fuck me hard and fuck me now!" Heather exclaimed. "It's been hours since I fucked that male flight attendant and I need it again, give it to me!" 

Heather was a for real nymphomaniac and couldn't go more than a few waking hours without sex. Patrick knew that when he married her and he loved sex so at first he thought it was great. However, Heather's sexual appetite was stronger than Patrick could keep up with even though he was able to fuck her 3 or 4 times a day. On the days when he just couldn't, Heather had started taking on lovers and would tell Patrick all about her trysts while fucking him again. Patrick didn't mind because several of her lovers had hot wives that also played and he got plenty of action and on occasion they would have swing parties.

The horny couple fucked each other until they couldn't fuck any more then snuggled together. Before falling asleep, Heather told Patrick, "I'm going to fuck Ian before we leave and maybe Laura too."

"I'm not sure that they are swingers." He replied.

"No matter", Heather giggled, "I will have them!"



Old Friends are Not Always Good Friends Ch. 02



Once again, this is the second part of a story I was asked to write for a friend and I was given limited information as to the actual event. The story is a complete fabrication of my mind.




Over the next few days the two couples toured around New Zealand and Laura delighted in showing Heather her new adopted country. Heather and Patrick were impressed and enthralled with the beauty that was everywhere and loved every minute of this vacation.

Heather would flirt heavily with Ian and every chance she had when they were alone even for a few seconds, she would kiss him, rub his crotch, and/or whisper how she wanted him. When they went to the pool or the beach, Heather would wear the skimpiest bikini's imaginable, nothing but dental floss and band-aids, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Around the house she wore see through robes with nothing on underneath or minimal lingerie. Laura wore a more traditional string bikini at the beach and her early morning attire was a bit more modest, but her long shapely legs were always on display and her clothing hugged her curves like it was custom made.

Laura was amazed at how open Heather was sexually since she had not been that way the last time they had seen each other. She would tease Heather about showing too much of her body, although she did not complain about the wonderful fucking she was getting from Ian on a nightly basis. It seemed that Ian and Patrick were hard constantly with the two sexy ladies showing off their assets and each night the two couples could be heard in the throes of passion as they fucked separately in their respective bedrooms.

One night after dinner and another day exploring, the couples were sitting around talking about the day and what they had seen while finishing the bottle of wine from dinner. Heather was seated near Patrick and began to kiss his neck and nibble on his ear while rubbing his bulging crotch with her hand. Laura and Ian saw this and looked at each other and smiled, then moved together for a passionate kiss. Their hands roamed each other's body and the passion was ignited into a very hot flame.

Heather had opened Patrick's shorts and was openly stroking his very hard cock as she kissed him deeply, their tongues exploring and dancing together. She knelt on the floor and pulled his shorts off and Patrick started to object, never having been naked with other people before, but when her lips closed over the swollen head, he stopped any protestation.

Laura and Ian were a little shocked seeing Heather sucking her husband's cock. They also had never been in a room where another couple was having sex. They watched fascinated as Heather licked and sucked Patrick's very hard long cock. She would circle the head with her tongue, flick at the slit, and then slide the entire length into her mouth and down her throat as she massaged his full balls. 

Patrick had his head laid back on the chair, his eyes closed as his wife continued to give him one of her incredible blow jobs, lost completely in the sensations she was sending through him. Heather began to bob her head up and down the long shaft bringing moans of enjoyment from Patrick.

Laura and Ian were very turned on watching Heather and Laura had her hand down Ian's shorts stroking his rigid shaft as well. Ian's hand was rubbing Laura's wet crotch, neither one able to take their eyes off the erotic scene in front of them.

Ian whispered to Laura, "How would you like me to lick and suck this drenched pussy right here, right now?"

Laura, keeping her eyes on Patrick's cock disappearing into her friend's mouth, said, "I would love it! I am so horny and need you now!

Ian unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her shapely legs and Laura lifted herself off the couch to aid in their removal. Ian caught the thin waistband of her tiny panties and brought them down with her shorts. He then got between her legs, brought her closer to the edge of the couch and began to lap at her soaked lips slowly working towards her sweet core and her stiff clit.

Patrick opened his eyes and saw Ian eating his wife's pussy and his cock pulsed and swelled even more as Heather continued to suck, lick and stroke him. He had not seen Laura's pussy and was captivated by the thin landing strip leading to her clit. His eyes moved up her body to her face and saw that she was watching him. He blushed a bit, and smiled at her. Laura smiled back and closed her eyes again being swept away in the pleasures Ian was bringing to her.

Heather sucked Patrick's cock harder and pulled off, stood up and began removing her clothes announcing, " I am so horny, I am going to fuck you like never before, Patrick, and I don't care who sees us!"

Quickly, Heather was naked, her full breasts standing proud on her chest and she straddled Patrick, taking his thick cock and guiding it into her steaming pussy. She slid down with one swift push impaling herself on his pole. Both gasped and groaned at the coupling and Patrick reached for her tits to begin rolling and tweaking her stiff nipples.

Laura, seeing her friend completely naked, fucking her husband right in front of them, came with a rush almost drowning Ian. He drank as fast as he could then came up for air kissing his wife.

"Wow! Someone is hot tonight!" He exclaimed.

Laura turned his head so see Heather and Patrick fucking just a few feet away. His jaw dropped and he looked at Laura with a smile.

"Want to join them?" he asked.

"Ian, if you don't fuck me within the next 10 seconds I will cut you off for a week!"

Ian did the fastest strip on record and Laura got rid of her blouse and bra. Ian had Laura scoot down on the couch and he got between her legs and pushed his thick cock into her hungry pussy and began a steady rhythm in and out. Laura could watch Heather and Patrick as Ian plowed her flooded tight pussy again and again and she soon crashed over the edge, exploding, sending her cum washing over Ian's cock and balls. She then told Ian to sit down and she straddled him and impaled her still shuddering pussy over his pulsing cock and began to ride him for all she was worth.

The two couples sat within feet of each other fucking their spouses with wild abandon. Cries of enjoyment filled the room along with the sounds of very, very wet sex. Bodies slapping together, gasps for air, squeals of delight as the cocks hit those special places deep inside the pussy.

Heather screamed, "YES! YES! YES! OH MY GOD, YES!"

She collapsed on Patrick, her body limp yet still shuddering as her orgasm flooded her completely. Patrick had just exploded sending his cum deep into his wife and their orgasm was very nearly simultaneous. They sat there entwined in each other's arms, kissing and trying to catch their breath. Heather laid her head on his shoulder and saw for the first time Laura and Ian fucking just as they had been.

She watched Laura move on Ian's very stiff cock, taking in her friend's lines and curves as they swayed to the motion of their fucking. She could see Ian's cock as Laura bounced up and down and she began to salivate, wanting more than ever to experience that cock in every way imaginable.

Laura and Ian were in their own world now, each giving their all to the other. They fucked with incredible skill and intensity that comes from being together for years, each knowing exactly what the other needed, liked and wanted. Ian was the first to cum since Laura had a way of working his cock with her pussy that he just could not resist and when she did that he usually came quickly. He grunted, lifted up off the couch, bringing Laura with him and exploded, sending his hot cum deep into his wife's pussy.

Laura felt the rush of his hot sperm splash against her deepest walls and she herself came with a full body shudder and her pussy let loose with a flood of her juices. Shuddering and gasping for breath they clung to each other as the electricity shot through them.

The two couples sat there catching their breath, holding their spouses and as the breathing returned to normal, they looked at each other and burst out laughing!

"Well, that was different!" Exclaimed Laura. "We've never done anything like that before."

Heather said, "Yes, it was new for us too and I liked it! I wouldn't mind some more, Laura, could I borrow your husband?"

Laura's eyes flashed and she said, "No! You may not borrow my husband. Having sex in the same room with you two has been perhaps the hottest thing we've done, but we do not, we will not swap partners!

Heather teased, "What's the matter Laura, are you afraid you'll lose him once he experiences a real woman?"

Laura got up and took Ian's hand. "We're going to bed!" was all she said.

Laying together in bed, Laura and Ian talked about what had happened and what Heather had suggested. Laura explained that she could never swap partners for sex. The love that they shared made the sex what it was and she wanted no part of anything more. Ian agreed, admitting that Heather was a sexy woman and in his younger days he would have jumped at the chance to be with her.

They agreed that they would not swap and would remain faithful to each other. They made love again before dropping off to sleep locked in each other's arms.

The next morning Laura opened her eyes and reached for Ian only to find that he was already up. She stretched her body and smiled at the incredible loving they had shared last night and admitted to herself that having sex with Heather and Patrick in the same room was so very exciting.

She got up and put on a see thru robe and went out to the kitchen for a cup of coffee that she smelled. As she walked into the kitchen she stopped in her tracks for there was Heather, naked as she was last night, sucking on Ian's cock, and he was holding her head, fucking her mouth.

"Get the hell out of my house!" she screamed! "Get out and I never want to see you again, Heather!"

Laura ran back into her bedroom throwing herself on the bed sobbing.

Ian came in right behind, sitting on the bed. "I am so sorry, Laura. I never meant for that to happen, I am so sorry!"

"I got up early to fix the coffee and was doing just that when I heard Heather say good morning. I turned around and she walked through the doorway into the kitchen, dropping her robe and continuing to me naked. She said that she had to at least taste my cock and she knelt down and pulled my shorts down and began to suck my cock."

"I was shocked at first but her lips around my cock felt very good and I just let her go on. I am so sorry!"

Laura just said..."Go, leave me alone. We promised to remain faithful and I consider a blow job to be outside the boundaries of faithful. Leave me alone!"

Heather and Patrick left that day. Ian moved out hoping that once Laura had a chance to cool down things could get back to the way they were before her old friend came to visit. They didn't.



Old Friends are the Best Kind



It had been nearly ten years since I'd spent very much time around Bill. We had been thick as thieves when we were boys together, but as often happens, after we both graduated high school, we had gone separate ways. Bill had joined the Navy right out of high school while I had been a student for most of the next four or five years. I'd heard he'd married , but as often happens, things hadn't worked out too well. He'd just gone through a messy divorce, left the service, and moved back home to help in the family-run business. 

On a weekend trip back to visit friends, I happened to run into him at the local grocery store. 

After a few minutes of excited catching up on what was going on in each others' lives, we decided to grab a few beers and ride out through the countryside that we both loved to roam so much as boys. After an hour of so of riding we decided to stop and talk at one of our boyhood haunts, a small pond located on an isolated portion of his fathers' land holdings. 

This area had always been a favorite of both of us. We'd had beer parties, gone fishing, (and skinny dipping too) there, and it had been the favorite lovers lane of both of us as it offered total privacy from interruptions. Within minutes, the talk had turned to the subject of sex, long one of our favorite subjects. 

After a few more beers, Bill began to talk about how his marriage had gone sour. He related how that while stationed in California, he and his wife had become active swingers. While frequenting the swing clubs in the San Diego area, they had become close friends with another couple that shared similar interests. The two couples often got together and enjoyed a variety of sex fantasies. 

During the course of things, he and his friend Porter often performed oral sex on each other. In the course of describing how much he liked the feel, taste, smell, and excitement of another man's cock in his mouth, I began to get an obvious erection. 

Whether it was the beer, the fantasy talk or my own uncurious yearnings, the next thing I knew, I felt a hand on my throbbing erect member. With no self-consciousness at all, I opened my pants and felt the soft, hot lips of my good friend as he engulfed my throbbing member. Within moments, I felt the oncoming rushes of an imminent orgasm. 

Not wanting the moment to end, I grabbed his head, lifting it off me before things went too far. I felt the tip of his tongue seeking out the sensitive middle of my throbbing shaft, and self-restraint became a thing of the past. Bill was as anxious as me to experience my coming, and I was not in control enough to delay it one second longer. I grabbed his head and felt the tip of my manhood as it passed his lips again and entered the warm, demanding tightness of his eager lips and mouth. 

Within seconds, I was enjoying the best orgasm of my life, as I climaxed in his eager mouth. He eagerly swallowed every drop and licked my member clean with a self-satisfied smile, commenting on how long that he dreamed of doing that very thing. 

Over the next few hours, many taboos were broken. I got to enjoy the services of a craftsman, unable to practice his craft for a long time. Bill spent most of the afternoon on his knees with my dick in his mouth. I was able to enjoy several intense orgasms and to provide an old friend with a happy ending to a favorite fantasy. 

Over the last few months, I've visited home often, and renewed one of favorite old friendships. I've even developed a new hobby of my own, but that's a whole other story.



Old Friends Become More



My wife Debbie received a call from an old friend who said her and her husband were coming to town for a long weekend. Jane and Debbie were real close before we were married. Jane got married shortly after us then her husband was transferred out of state. Her husband Tom and I hit it off pretty well but I only knew him for about six months before they moved. Debbie was excited about them coming to town and insisted they stay with us. 

Jane is a very attractive woman and never had a problem getting a man. I have asked Debbie several times for some juicy details about some of their exploits, but all I get is a smile and then she says “Dear, whatever do you mean?” I have never thought of Jane in a sexual way because her and Debbie were like sisters. We always wondered why she married Tom. She had turned down many proposals before him, yet they only dated for four months and they were married. 

They arrived at our house at just about dinner time on Friday, so we all decided to go out to dinner then to a club to dance. At dinner we all talked for hours and before you knew it, it was midnight. We were still up for going to the club but we all had so much to drink, nobody was in any shape to drive. Our house was only a couple of blocks from the restaurant so we walked home. As we stumbled and slurred our words, Jane was disappointed we didn’t go dancing. She said she was in the right frame of mind to “let it all hang out.”  I suggested a board game, or cards. As soon as I said cards, Jane yelled, “STRIP POKER!” The three of us laughed and kind of let it drop.

When we arrived at the house, I asked everybody what card game they wanted to play, suggesting rummy, hearts, or spades. Jane again, with determination, strongly suggested strip poker. We all looked at each other and said what the hell, we’re all good friends. Jane then stated she was in charge of the rules. “First” she said “the first game everyone loses, the winner gets to ask the loser any question they want.” “If the loser refuses to answer the winners question, then that person immediately loses all their clothes.” “Second, everybody has four pieces of clothing to lose. If you are naked and you lose another hand, the game is over and you are the loser. Now, for my kinky rule of the night, if the loser is one of the guys then both guys have to do whatever us girls tell them to for the rest of the weekend, and vice-versa.” The three of us were sitting there with our jaws hanging to the ground. Jane had obviously put some serious thought into this little fantasy of hers. 

We all agreed to her rules but Tom came up with a good point. What if the losers refused the orders from the winner’s. You see Tom and I thought that if we lost we would have to wait on our wives hand and foot and do all the chores, etc. Tom immediately saw this as an opportunity to live out every man’s fantasy and watch two beautiful women make love to each other. He could hardly contain his excitement. 

The girls went to fix us all drinks while Tom was shuffling the cards. He took the opportunity to explain to me his plan. I was all for it, but we both wondered how far they would actually go. When the girls came back Jane said if the guys won and the girls refused their orders, they would have to have sex everyday for a month. If the guys lost and refused they would go without sex for a month. Everyone agreed. Jane then asked Tom what we were talking about when they were gone and Tom played it off and said “politics.” Jane replied “yeah, right.”

Jane won the first hand and I lost. She asked me what we were “really” talking about while they were gone. I told her we were discussing what we would do when we win. Next, I won and Jane lost. I asked her if she had ever been in a sexual encounter with more than one other person. She said she hadn’t but had thought about it. Tom won next and Debbie lost. He repeated my question to her and she replied “yes.” Tom and Jane definitely reacted with surprise and curiosity. 

Well, after several more hands, Debbie and I were naked, Tom had his underwear let and Jane had her bra and panties still on. I LOST THE NEXT HAND! Tom was crushed that we wouldn’t get to see our lovely wives make love. We were nonchalantly ready to take our punishment of menial tasks when Jane told us to sit facing our wives. Then she asked Tom what we had planned if we had won. He told her that seeing two lovely women make love was every man’s fantasy. Jane then gently pushed Debbie on her back, looked at us and said “you mean like this?” She proceeded to put her face in Debbie’s crotch and started to lick her. My wife was caught by surprise but was then caught up in the fact that it felt soooooo good. Jane turned around and offered her already dripping pussy to Debbie who took the hint and started licking back. Tom and I got instant hard-ons. Jane lifted her head up just long enough to tell us that we were not to cum until she said we could. 

Tom’s cock was huge. At least ten inches compared to my eight. Our wives kept at it until they both soaked each other’s faces with their cum. Jane sat up and helped Debbie up. Debbie looked at Jane with both surprise and lust written all over her face. Jane just gave her a sexy smile. Tom and I were both consumed with lust at the scene we had just witnessed. Our cocks were as hard as granite and dripping pre-cum with anticipation as to what would happen next.  We lost, yet our wives made love to each other while we watched. This was GREAT!

Jane’s next words made us cringe. She told us to touch each other’s cocks and slowly stroke one another. Debbie didn’t react to Jane’s request but I knew she was getting excited seeing where this was going. You see, my wife has a fantasy of watching me and another man have sex. Tom quickly protested while I gave Debbie a knowing look, but Jane insisted. Tom and I reluctantly started to reach for each other’s cocks and just before we touched I told him not to worry because anything that happened here would stay here. The women readily agreed and said that what went on tonight would never be mentioned again. As we touched each other we instinctively closed our eyes. Slowly stroking each other we started to lose our inhibitions and concentrated on how good it felt. 

Right after I heard our wives whispering to each other, Jane told us to stop and told Tom to sit on the edge of the bed. His large cock was hard and throbbing. Debbie told me to get on my knees between Tom’s legs. She then informed me that I was going to get my first lesson in sucking cock. She instructed me to start slowly licking Tom’s shaft. I licked from his balls to just under his head. Then, as instructed, I put my mouth over his cock and started to take him into my mouth. I was surprised how good his pre-cum tasted. Tom started to moan then stood up grabbing the back of my head. My wife put my hands on his ass so I could pull him in deep as he started fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. Jane got her finger wet with her own juices and pushed it into Tom’s ass. That was it. He came so hard it hit my throat and I started to gag. I swallowed as much as I could then he pulled out and blasted my face with another stream of his hot cum. The girls applauded.

Tom was so turned on he didn’t wait for his next instruction. He went down on me like he had craved it all his life. As he sucked my cock he kept telling me he needed my cum. He wanted it all in his mouth so he could savor the taste before he swallowed. I was trying to hold back as long as I could when Debbie jammed a vibrator in my ass. As soon as it was all the way in I blasted Tom’s mouth with a big load of my cum. He took it all in his mouth, savored his first taste of cum, then swallowed. The girls were so turned on they were masturbating each other and were soon having their second orgasm of the evening.

No one said a word. We were all in shock at what had happened. We were shocked because we had enjoyed it so much. While the thoughts ran through our heads, Tom and I were getting an obvious reaction from our cocks. We were already hard and ready to go! The girls saw this and got on top of their husbands and rode us hard. Tom and I both came at the same time, blasting our wives full of cum. Then, Jane and Debbie switched places and put their cum soaked pussies on our faces. I got to suck Tom’s cum out of Jane and he sucked my cum out of Debbie. 

The four of us passed out on the same bed and I awoke the next morning with Tom’s lips doing a number on my cock. As soon as I came he offered his cock to me and I eagerly obliged his request. The girls were so excited by our actions that they masturbated while watching us. The whole room was filled with sounds of sexual lust and our wives climaxed together when they saw Tom cum in my mouth. 

Needless to say, the four of us can’t wait to spend more time together. I think we will be vacationing with our friends on a regular basis..



Old Friends Become New Lovers



It all started back in high school, but nothing ever happened until I was a junior in college. Andrea was the hottest girl in high school by far, but I never had the guts to ask her out. Mainly because I played soccer and she was a cheerleader, I figured she would never go out with me; and since we had been friends since kindergarten. Turns out I really should have asked her out, I missed a lot of opportunities for great sex.

Anyhow, I was home from college one weekend and decided I would go hit up the local watering hole, since I had just turned 21 a couple of weeks before. Once I got to the bar I decided to survey the scene just to see if I knew anyone, there were only about 10 people there including myself and the bartender. Most of the people in the bar were in there forties I would say, but then I spotted Andrea and all my feelings for her came rushing back. I really had forgotten about her, because I had heard that she was going to some school in New York and we hadn't really talked in awhile.

But there she was sitting at a table all by herself drinking a vodka and cranberry, she looked very sad and alone. I decided that it was now or never and started walking towards her; after getting myself a fireball and ginger ale and another vodka and cranberry for Andrea.

"Hi, Andrea!! How have you been?" I said with surprise in my voice.

"Holy Shit, Matt is that you? I have been okay" Andrea said, like she was surprised as well.

"Yep, it is me. I thought you were living in New York?" 

"I was but..." she trailed off.

"But, what? You don't have to be shy with me, I have known you for a really long time," I said.

"Well my boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend/roommate and some other stuff," she said as she began to cry.

"Well if he did that too you, he sure as hell didn't deserve you and she sure as hell wasn't a friend worth having. But I am sorry he did that to you," I said as I gave Andrea a big friendly hug.

"Let's drink to stupid ex's," she said knowing I had a really dumb one in high school.

"To stupid ex's," I said as we hit glasses.

Andrea was dressed pretty sexy that night as well with a tight fit top that really showed off her beautiful breasts. But the jeans, WOW, they hugged her perfect ass and put me at attention the first time she got up, and I think she knew it too cause I swear she was swaying her hips just for me as she walked away. I would eventually find out later that she was doing it on purpose, cause she really wanted sex that night.

That is how the night began it didn't take very long for us to start getting a little bit tipsy. Especially Andrea, since I think she was there for at least a couple of drinks before I got there. It didn't take us very long to start talking about high school and the fun that was had. Then it happened, I really had no idea it would happen but it did.

"Matt, why did you never ask me out in high school?" She said with smile.

"I....I...I never thought you would say yes and didn't want to ruin our friendship either," I said with a stunned look on my face.

"Well you should have, I have liked you since fourth grade, that's why I never really dated anyone for very long in high school."

"Well damn I am an idiot for not seeing it," I said with a frown on my face.

By this time it was about midnight and even though the bar would have been open for about two more hours people were starting to leave. We were both pretty tipsy at this point and figured it might be a good idea to head home.

"Would you like to come over for a bit," Andrea said with a smile.

"Sure, I would love to but what do you have in mind," I said with a laugh.

She began laughing and grinning, "well you will have to come to my house to find out."

I walked Andrea out to my car and open the door for her and waited for her to get in to shut the door. (Who says chivalry is dead.) As we began to drive the short distance to her house I already knew what was going to happen there, as she was beginning to run her hand up and down my leg. I was just trying to keep us on the road and out of the ditch; since Andrea was very distracting with her hand and then being a bit tipsy too. 

As soon as we got to Andrea's house, she ran out of my car to the front door like a giddy school girl and gave me the come-hither finger movement. I of course followed her without question; she was so hot who was I to deny what she wanted. Once the door shut behind me, Andrea was in my arms with her tongue down my throat.

"Matt I can't believe you never asked me out, look what you have missed."

"I know I am pretty dumb," I said as I picked her up by her perfect ass and held her around my waist.

"mmmmmm," Andrea moaned as I picked her up and began kissing her.

I carried Andrea to her bedroom, seeing as how I knew where it was considering I had been in her house many times before (and her parents were away on holiday that's why we did not worry). As I laid her down on the bed she had her shirt off as soon as I release my grasp. I began to kiss up and down her body where she had taken her shirt off from, even though her bra was still on. 

Andrea actually had to tell me to stop because my kisses were tickling her shoulder, though I did do it a couple of more times just to get her going. Once she released her breasts from their confines I was on them like white on rice, sucking and kissing, trying to make her cum before even touching her pussy. 

"MATTTTT, STOPPPP OR I AM GOING TO CUMMMMMMMM," she said as her first orgasm washed over her.

"Sorry," I said with an evil grin on my face.

"No, I loved it but damn that's never happened before. Now, it's my turn to return the favor," Andrea said as she pushed me off and began to unbuckle my belt and pull my pants and underwear down in one smooth movement. 

I could not believe the feeling as she took my cock into her, I have had a lot of blowjobs in my life and this one was the best. Just how she swirled her tongue around and she was tickling my balls, as she went up and down on my cock. Andrea even blew hot air over my cock when she took it out of her mouth, which really got me going.

"ANDREA, I'M GOING TO CUM!" I moaned.

"Mmph, mmmph. Just do it I want to taste you," she said quickly between strokes.

"OK, HERE IT CUMSSSSS!" I yelled, as I blew my load down her beautiful and talented mouth, while looking directly into her eyes.

"Damn, Andrea that was the best blow job I have ever had," I said while trying to regain my strength.

"Glad you liked it, but you better get back up quick, I am far from done with you. We have a lot of lost time to make up for," she said with a slutty grin. As she jumped up on the bed after taking her pants and panties off, she buried her pussy into my face.

I would never turn down a chance to eat pussy; I love the taste and the satisfaction you get from getting someone off with your tongue or fingers. I began by teasing her by kissing her thighs and right about her pussy, I have found this always gets a woman going. It didn't take her very long to start begging to just lick her clit and pussy. 

Of course I ignored her for a few more kisses, then when I figured she couldn't take it any more I dove right in with my tongue. "MMMMM" was the only sound to escape her lips as my tongue found her hole. I then switched my tongue for a finger then two and then three. As I began to move my fingers in and out of her tight tight hole I could tell she was getting closer and closer to cumming, so I began to use my tongue again. I was very careful not to touch her clit with either my finger or my tongue, until I knew she couldn't take it any more; I gave her clit one flick with my finger and sucked it in with my mouth. "OH GOD, MATTTT, I'M CUMMINGGGGGGG!" was all that could be heard in her room.

"Damn Matt, I have never came like that before."

"Well I guess we are even then."

"I guess so, but I want that cock buried in my cunt right fucking now," she said as she pushed me down on the bed and guided herself onto my cock.

Her pussy was so tight and warm, I was pretty sure I was going to explode within a second of being in her. Somehow I held out and she began to bounce up and down on my cock. Let me tell you the site of her titties bouncing up and down was one to behold, it was so amazing. After a few minutes I got Andrea to switch positions so I could watch her beautiful ass bounce up and down on my cock. 

Andrea really is a goddess both her ass and tits make you want to eat her up and watching both things bounce up and down I really couldn't decide which I wanted to watch more. It didn't take long for Andrea to start moaning really good and I could tell she was close. I didn't say anything to her at the time but I was trying to hold back from cumming because I really really wanted to fuck her gorgeous ass.

"OH SHIT, I'M CUMMINGGG AGAINNN!!" Andrea yelled out. Thank god no one was home or they would have thought she was dying.

"You didn't cum did you?" Andrea asked.

"Nope, I did not."

"Wow, I am impressed. Well I can either suck you off, go again or give you my last hole"

"You really would take it in the butt?" I said trying not to sound to excited.

"Hell YES!! It may seem weird but I love it back there, makes me cum so good"

"Well you don't have to tell me twice," I said with a smile/grin and a little smack of her cute butt.

"Do you have any lube? I don't want to hurt you."

"Here use this," Andrea said as she handed me a bottle of ky from her night stand.

"Damn girl, always prepared. Just like a boy scout," I said with a laugh.

I lubed up my cock and spread some ky in and around Andrea's beautiful tight asshole before I began my slow assault of sticking my dick into her forbidden hole. It was a very slow process because she was so tight, but from her moans I could tell that she was enjoying it. When I got to the bottom of her hole I held it there for a little while and began to use my hand to finger her pussy and flick her clit, since this was not my first time having anal sex.

I learn that if you can get the girl to start the motion, once you are all the way in she will always enjoy it more. Once I figured Andrea was good and ready, I stopped fingering her pussy and waited for her to begin move in and out on my cock. It was almost instantaneous as soon as I stopped, Andrea began to move slowly forward off my cock and then slowly back on to it. 

As she began this assault I began to help her by moving in and out with her trying to bring her the maximum pleasure, along with my own maximum pleasure. It didn't take to long until we were going at it like two wild animals, the sound of Andrea moaning and my balls hit her ass filled the room. I began to finger her pussy again trying to bring her off again before I got off.

After about three more strokes in and out, I heard Andrea shudder and her orgasm washed over her, a much bigger one than the last three. As we rode out her orgasm, I began to feel that tell tale tingling in my balls that I was about to cum.

"ANDREA, I'M CLOSE, WHERE DO YOU WANT IT?!"

"ON ME, CUM ON ME!!"

I quickly pulled out her ass and a loud pop was heard, as she turned around and looked up at me as I gave my cock one pump and out it came. My cum splashed out of my cock like a fire house covering Andrea's beautiful face, tits and even a little bit in her hair. Between you and me when a girl has cum on her face and in her hair, that is one of the hottest/most beautiful sites in the world. 

As my orgasm began to subside Andrea took my cock into her mouth and cleaned up the last little bit of cum. She let me cock pop out of her mouth and then began to scope my cum off of her face and into her mouth, definitely one of the hotter things I have seen in my life. She then opened her mouth to show me my cum and then swallowed it and showed me that it was all gone.

After that site, I knew I was in love; any girl that does that for you is a keeper in my book. We laid in bed after that and cuddle as we both fell asleep in each others arms. I woke up about two hours later with Andrea sucking on my cock again.

"Sorry, I just can't get enough of this."

"It's ok, but I am really regretting not asking you out in high school."

"Well we can start making up this missed times right now," she said with a grin on her face as she deep throated my cock.

This was just the first of many nights like this, Andrea actually transferred to my school in the spring of that year, as we began dating after that wild night. After she graduated we got married and we have been happy ever sense and we both still regret not announcing our feelings in high school though.