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Opposite

By: jasliz



My name is Allison and I'm twenty-three years old. You might say I'm a sex addict. Most women would put me in the slut category because I love it, can't get enough, a bona fide nympho. My ex-roommate (Tara) is the exact opposite. She's considered by most women a prude; ice cold, could have gone her whole life without having sex once and been fine. My complete opposite. The funny thing is she was the one that got married first. Yep met a nice, wealthy guy, (Jake) fell in love, moved out and got married. That was when my life became hell.

Just a week after her honeymoon I started getting calls from her complaining about Jake's 'obsession' for sex she called it. She complained he wanted it all the time, bugged her insistently until she finally gave in and laid on her back so he could do his 'thing' for five minutes. I wanted to throw the phone across the room or better yet reach through the receiver and bitch slap her. Jake was gorgeous, so was Tara for that matter, which probably made it worse for poor Jake. He could have me everyday all day and twice on Sunday if he wanted but Tara was nonstop bitching about it.

"He's complaining once a week isn't enough now. I think it's more than enough. Hell it's four times a month for hell sakes!" Tara exclaimed in the phone.

"Well, you are just recently married Tara, maybe his drive will taper off in a few months," I said, knowing it wasn't true.

"I can't do it that much and he wants even more."

"So what are you going to do? Didn't you guys discuss this before you got married?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess a little,"

"Let me guess... you told him you would do anything to make him happy and you didn't mind sex, right?"

"Kinda yeah, I didn't know he'd want it so much."

"Judas Tara, you led the poor guy on and now are going back on what you said. I'd be mad too."

"That's because you are a whore and love sex," she said chuckling.

"True, but were not talking about me."

"Tell me what to do, how do I get him to stop bugging me?"

"Are you serious? You want me, a self proclaimed slut, to tell you how to make your gorgeous, rich, husband not want to have sex? You're crazy girl."

"I know. I just don't know who else to ask. Just yesterday he suggested we could do other stuff to make him happy besides full on sex."

"Like what?" I asked feeling a twinge in my nether regions. I was curious to see what gorgeous Jake had in his head.

"He mentioned a blowjob and when I freaked out on him about that he said something about a hand job or using my boobs to slide in-between as if I'd let him do that."

Did I mention wanting to bitch slap her. Well the urge came back when she said that. She had an incredible rack, the best I've ever seen that wasn't fake. I can see why Jake wanted to tit-fuck her and for her not to even consider it pissed me off. What a waste of some huge jugs.

"Yeah well I know you don't like sucking cock, don't get it, but I know you don't. What's so bad about the boob thing? You could give it a try?" I said hoping.

"Eww no way, it would be all gross between my breasts and then when he climaxed it would get all over me. I'd have to shower immediately to get it off."

I had forgot she didn't like being dirty, can't stand sticky things and Jake's warm sticky load on her neck and breasts would possibly induce vomiting. I hated her. Just thinking about getting a pearl necklace from Jake and sucking his cock clean made me wet and aroused.

"Oh right, well then what about the hand job he mentioned. You could do that for him and never even take your clothes off."

"To get him off my back I said I would try. He got naked and lay on our bed with his dick all hard and oozing. So gross how it does that. I didn't know what to do and just moved it around with my hand. He laughed at me so I got pissed off and slept on the couch."

"He probably thought you were messing around. He didn't know you had no idea how to stroke a penis. You guys really need to sit down and talk about this. He can help you learn what to do."

She had to get off the phone for work and hung up with me. I was worked up for this conversation and had to relieve some sexual energy for me and Jake. My rabbit vibrator did just the thing. Stripping right on my couch I powered my toy up, shoving it deep inside of me, letting the clit stimulator bring me to a quick and enjoyable orgasm. I must confess I thought about Jake eating me out the entire time.

Tara's complaining didn't end. She called me two days later early in the morning in tears.

"Last night Jake yelled at me and left the house. I have no idea where he went. He never came home."

"I'm so sorry Tara. I'm sure when he cools down he'll come back. Tell me what happened."

"It was awful. I can't believe he thought it would help. He's so stupid," she said fuming now.

"What? What did he do?"

"He bought a porno! Told me if I watched it with him maybe it would get me in the mood."

Damn, Jake's my kind of pervert, I said in my head. I had no problem with a hot porno and watched them often with guys. Tara on the other hand would not approve, hence this phone call.

"Oh, yeah that's not your thing. What did you do?"

"Well I should have told him 'hell no' to begin with but I wanted to be nice and try for him.

"You watched it?" I blurted.

"Some, it was terrible! I wasn't expecting what I saw at all. There were three guys and only one girl. I was disgusted but didn't know what to do. The woman started sucking on all of their penises and I was really uncomfortable. Then I noticed Jake had his penis out and it was hard! Well I freaked out and yelled at him for getting turned on by another woman and especially a slut like her. Needless to say he got pissed, yelled back at me calling me a frigid bitch and stormed out of the house."

I didn't respond immediately. Jake was moving up on my list of favorite people and Tara was dropping off the bottom fast. Clenching my teeth I finally spoke.

"You both overreacted. Jake picked the wrong video first of all, especially for you. Second he was a little over zealous with his penis. But you need to understand guys get turned on by that stuff, he probably just wanted you to touch him while you watched it."

"Oh, what so he could ooze all over my hand? I can't believe he thought I would like that filth. I should be the only woman he thinks about and gets hard for!"

"Maybe that's true but you're not showing him a reason to get hard for you," I said feeling my clit twinge slightly.

She was silent and I think I hurt her feelings but right then I didn't care. I continued without her response.

"You love Jake and his money right? You do want him to be happy don't you?" I asked.

"Yes," was all she said.

"Cumming makes guys happy. It's just that simple."

"Simple for you but torture for me."

"Let me break this down for you Tara. You have two options. One, you learn to compromise with Jake, find out what he considers enough to keep him happy sexually or two, you get divorced and give up all that came with the marriage."

"I don't know if I can. What he considers enough is beyond what I can physically stand Allison!"

"Well that's bad Tara. I don't know what to tell you. What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. I'm so frustrated. I have a massage and facial I need to get to. I'll think about it and call you later, okay?"

"Okay, Tara," I said hanging up.

Just then Jake came out of the bathroom in just a towel around his waist, after his shower. He showed up on my doorstep after his fight with Tara and I let him crash at my apartment for the night.

"Who was that," he asked.

"Your wife, she told me what happened."

"Pretty stupid right? I should have known better," he said.

Damn he looked hot! Droplets of water dripped from his wet hair and ran down his muscled chest. His abs were outstanding and I had the sudden urge to lick him all over.

"Very stupid! A gang bang? For Tara's first porno? You really didn't think that through big guy," I said.

"I know, but I didn't think she would freak out that bad. Did you tell her I was here?"

"No, she has no idea. I told her you'd come home when you cooled down."

"What's the point? She isn't going to change. She totally fooled me before we got married."

"We warned you, or at least I tried. You didn't listen." 

"I didn't think it was possible to be your friend and not be crazy in bed. Boy was I wrong."

"Umm is that a compliment or a dis?" I asked smiling.

"Compliment, I expected some of you to rub off onto her. But it's like you guys are perfect opposites."

"Yeah well... what can I say? Do you have a plan?"

"Not really, everything I've tried has bombed and bad. Hey maybe you could teach her a thing or two?"

"Sorry it won't happen. I could teach her how to give the best blowjob known to man but even if she tried she could never physically do it. It's a lost cause. She has to want to do it. Has to have the urge and need to do it. She might try for a week or so but then you'd be right back where you are now or worse."

"So you think I should get out while I can? Before any kids show up?"

"Unless you can figure something out, yes. She told me about the prenup. You won't lose a thing if you get out now."

It was a struggle to sit on my couch and look at this gorgeous man who thought an awful lot like me and was filthy rich. I was pretty sure it would be easy to stand up, walk toward him and demonstrate that world-class blowjob without any argument. Tara would kill us, Jake would be committing adultery and I would just want more.

"Great! What the hell am I going to do?" he cursed.

"Get dressed Jake and go back to your wife. Try and work something out."

After he left my rabbit and I had an extended session, but I needed a real man I could sink my nails into. A real cock I could suck, swallow, fuck and drain, all for my own personal use.

*****

Tara went pretty quiet after that for about three weeks. I guess she came up with a compromise with Jake but I knew it would never last. When she called I was expecting the usual complaining. What I got was something out of crazy town.

"I tried what you said... to compromise and find out what he could live with as enough. I forced myself for three weeks to please him but I can't do it anymore," she began.

"What was his idea of enough?" I asked.

"Instead of everyday he settled for every other and not always full sex. I sat him down and told him to teach me how to do the hand job thing so I've been working on that but he wants at least one of the day's full sex. The hand jobs make my arm hurt and are just gross when it gets all over my hand when he climaxes. It takes forever!"

"What about letting him play while you watch? Did you suggest that?"

"No way! That's just masturbation and he shouldn't be doing that. Who knows what he would be thinking about."

"You're killing me Tara, killing me. I'm out of suggestions I can't help anymore."

"Well maybe you can. I talked to him last night when I couldn't do it anymore. You're name came up. I mentioned how you are and how you like sex so much and I saw the longing on his face. He wishes I would act more like you."

"Don't be dragging me into your issues."

"Well, here's the thing, and hear me out before you freak out. I know I can't satisfy him, I just have to face that fact. But I don't want to lose him either.. I know if I stay the same and we stay married he will eventually cheat on me so..."

"You got that right," I cut her off.

"Let me finish... I suggested something to him and he was more or less open to the idea. I figure if he's going to cheat why not have a little control over it and at least know the person and be okay with it."

"Are you really suggesting what I think you are?"

"Don't freak out, just wait and listen. I'm not suggesting you two get together all the time and have sex but maybe a few times a week you could come over and give him a blow job or something, just to keep him happy."

I was speechless. Part of me wanted to call her insane and yell at her the other part of me got wet. I loved sucking dick, making a mess of the guys junk, swallowing his fat dick as far as I could down my throat. I lived for the climax when his cock jerked and exploded in my mouth with thick wonderful cum. But this was Jake? Tara's husband for hell sakes she can't be serious.

"You're joking right? You two are just messing with me because you know how much I love blowjobs. Kinda sick if you ask me and just wrong Tara."

"I'm not joking, Allison. I like the money; I love this house, the parties, and the people I get to meet because of Jake. I can't lose that even if means he gets his nuts off elsewhere."

"Well then just let him cheat on you and turn a blind eye to it."

"No, it won't work. If people find out they will expect me to leave him.. I'd have to. But if I can control his sessions, plan them for him, I can maintain control and keep what I want."

"Are you listening to yourself? You're suggesting setting up suck sessions for your new husband? Are you for real?

"Yes, it's the only way I can maintain control and keep what I need. You need sex. I need money and power. Listen Allison, if you don't want to help I'll find someone else, I just figured I'd ask you first since we're friends and Jake knows you pretty well."

"Holy shit you're really doing this. I'm shocked. I don't know Tara I'll have to think about it."

"Don't take to long; he's already pretty excited about it." 

I didn't respond, just hung up and dropped the phone on my bed. I already knew what I was going to decide. My hardened nipples and dripping pussy had made up my mind for me. Scheduling blowjobs? It was nuts but it made me horny as hell. I could see my calendar now. "BJ 5:30 Tara and Jake's" it was laughable and so hot! My fingers went instinctively to my wet panties, grinding the material between my lips. My little clit was engorged and very sensitive as I squeezed it between my fingers while clenching my legs together. I was positive as soon as I called back and said I would do it she would want me to come over as soon as I could. Jake would want it as well.

Damn! All I could think about was sucking Jake's cock now, taking him deep while grabbing his tight ass. Thinking about clawing his perfect abs, sucking his head and swallowing his yummy pre-cum, made me cum in my panties. I couldn't seem too eager, by calling back right then, but maybe this evening before it got too late so I could make it over to their house and rock Jake's world. Dreaming of his hot load hitting the back of my throat made me cum again as I grinded down on my little clit. I spent the next hour fucking myself with multiple toys, after which I showered and stared at the clock until enough time had passed to make it look like I thought it over sufficiently.

*****

6:00 rolled around and I picked up my phone.

"Okay Tara, we'll give this a try but if you freak out in anyway and get mad at Jake for enjoying himself the deals off. This was your idea and you'll have to see it through," I said.

"I know, I'll keep quiet I promise. Thanks for doing this Allison it means a lot to me. Jake's really on one lately can you come over tonight?" she asked.

"I guess, we'll sit down first and get this worked out, maybe then you'll come to your senses and change your mind," I said hoping for the opposite but not believing she would really go through with it.

"No I won't. This is the solution, I know it. How's eight?"

"I'll be there."

I really thought she'd change her mind once I was at their house and about to do the deed.

*****

I parked in their huge driveway. Tara was right it was a very nice house in a very rich neighborhood, putting my little apartment to shame. I rung the bell and Tara opened the door.

"Thanks for coming, please come in. Jake's in the den watching TV," she said.

"I take it he's okay with all this?"

"Yep, he's very excited and thinks this will be a perfect arrangement. He wanted to know if you wanted something for doing this."

"Like money! I'm not a real whore Tara I just play one for fun," I said half joking.

"I know, I told him you wouldn't want money but maybe something else?"

"I'll think about it."

I followed her into the den standing in the entrance as she walked around the sofa Jake was sitting in. She turned off the TV and motioned toward me.

"She's here?" Jake asked turning to look at me.

"Hi Jake, are you really going to keep this charade going with her?" I asked.

He didn't reply and turned back to Tara.

"It's already decided Allison, I thought you were good to go!" Tara glared at me.

"Fine, whatever. Let's get started then," I said walking in toward Jake.

I wanted to see how serious Tara was when I started sucking her husband's dick.

"Not just yet, we need to get the schedule set remember?" Tara said stopping me before I could come around the chair. "Have a seat Allison."

I sat down, crossed my legs and laid my hands in my lap. Tara picked up a planner off the coffee table and a pen. Jake calmly sat on the sofa, not saying a word.

"So I talked with Jake and he said every other day would be okay with him if it's okay with you?" she said looking at me.

"Yeah great," I said as cynical as I could.

"We'll want to keep it on the same day so the weekends I told him I was willing to help out once a week with sex or something else. So let's say if you come up on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at eight and maybe on an occasional weekend if I'm not in the mood."

I was blown away. What she was saying was laughable but she seemed totally serious. She was acting like a secretary scheduling her boss's sex life.

"That's a lot of driving for me," I said trying to look past the insanity.

"Oh, we're more than willing to pay for gas, or have you picked up if you want," Tara answered much too fast, like they had already discussed the logistics.

"Right, okay. So really? Three times a week you want me to show up here and pleasure Jake for you?"

"Well, yeah I thought we were past this?" she answered looking between me and Jake.

"Wow, okay I'm just making sure with all of us in the same room. Jake, you're okay with this?" I asked him.

"Umm sure, it's what Tara wants, she thinks it will work, I'm willing to give it a go."

"See, he's all for it. It's going to be great!" Tara blurted.

I was thinking she was losing it but getting wet in the process. "So what are the rules? What can I and can't I do to 'your husband'?" I said stressing the end on purpose.

"For now we should stick to blowjobs and hand jobs, I might be open for more later on down the road when we all get more accustomed to this," she said like we were shopping for shoes.

"Do I get naked or what?" I asked.

Jake perked up when I asked that. I don't think he figured that was part of the plan.

"Do you need to? I mean it's just a blowjob, right?" Tara asked.

I thought I'd shock them a bit right here and see how they reacted, "Well I really get into my cock sucking. It kinda gets really messy and I sometimes like taking the cum on my breasts. You know how it is?" I said keeping a straight face.

Jake turned red, his eyes widened and I had a feeling his cock jumped in his pants. Tara seemed disgusted with my description, (just what I was going for) but handled it well and said, "Well, if you must I guess you can take your shirt and bra off."

"Any time limit? Does Jake want this to last a certain amount of time or anything?" I asked.

"Honey? What do you think?" she asked him.

"I don't know? Maybe we should play it by ear the first time and see," he answered.

"Good idea. Any other questions, Allison?"

"Nope, I think that about does it," I said changing my crossed legs to the other position.


Opposite Attractions



Her lips were soft when I kissed her that night, and her tongue was soft when it touched mine, but then she kissed me hard. Her tongue became demanding and wrestled with mine and her soft hand touched me and held me where she had made me hard.

Her soft hand tugged on mine and we went through the door to her apartment and closed it behind us. We stood in the middle of her living room and she put her arms around my middle. My middle leg pressed against her and ached to go up her middle.

Her soft eyes looked up into mine and right into my soul, and her soft voice said, "I want you."

"I want you to take me to bed," she said softly. "I want you to take me to heaven, I want you to take me all around the world, I want you to take me up one side and down the other, but most of all I just want you to take me. I want you to give me all you have, to put it to me until I go crazy from taking it, until I can't take it any more. I want you to go on and go on until I can't stop coming. I want to be your personal loose woman, as loose as you want as long as I stay tight for you in the right place. I want you."

She led me through the door into her bedroom and we closed that door behind us too. I took her soft body into my arms and I took down the buttons on the back of her blouse and opened the hooks on her bra as she unbuttoned my shirt, and then at the same time we let it all fall slowly down and held each other fast. The skin on her back was soft beneath my hands and her breasts were soft against my chest, and what could I do but to hold her to me as hard as I could to balance out?

We took the rest of our clothes off and let them fall softly down. I lay her down softly, to lay her, and I went all the way down with her, to lay beside her and in her. Her breasts were soft but her nipples were hard, so I touched her breasts softly with my hands but pressed hard with my lips on the tips of her nipples until she gave soft cries.

Those soft cries made me harder and made me work harder on making those soft cries happen, until my hand found that she was soft and wet and ready for me. The dew between her legs told me that she was ready for me to do her, to do it to her, to have her body arch into my erection until we built our slideway to heaven. We would cooperate in mutual motion, I moving in her, with every movement moving us to do more, my piston in her cylinder climbing upward, with no friction between us except for the sweetest friction of all.

Then she urged me softly to give her my hardness, and I gave it to her as hard as I could, and, oh God, she was so soft inside it was hard to believe.



Opposite Attractions



My mountain bike ride left me muddy, and with a serious leg pump. Even after the 45 minute drive home from the local hills, my legs were burning, and I had to gingerly walk into my condo. I started the shower and began stretching my legs again. The hot water would be just the thing I needed to loosen up.

I finished washing myself off, scrubbing away the caked-on mud, making sure to pay a little extra attention to my crotch area. With my body still filled with endorphins, it was easy to create a super-hard erection. Just the thing I needed to get a good shave. I grabbed the bottle of gel, sprayed a good portion on my hand and lathered up my cock, balls, and ass crack. Placing the hand-held shower head on the floor, I leaned back against the wall tiles, and squatted down as I worked in the foam. I used my right hand to work my shaft, in a slow, but tight gripping stroke, encapsulating my cock head on the up stroke, and dragging my fingers across and under my balls on the down. My left hand reached behind me and stroked my crack and sensitive asshole. Probing my hole, I could feel my balls tighten, wanting to release their bounty across the stall. I got myself in a good rhythm, and brought myself to the brink when I stopped. Tightly squeezing my cock at the base, I kept my load inside, teasing myself. I had to shave first before I lost my erection.

I grabbed the triple-bladed razor and started with my ass. Having consistently shaved my nether regions, I only needed to make a few passes to clean up whatever stubble had grown back. I stood back up and started to put the edge on one of my bikini lines when I heard some one calling for me. It was Gail, my gorgeous, but platonic next-door neighbor.

We moved into our new development condos the same weekend. My friends combined with her friends made it a big party, and turned a moving day into a pleasurable experience. There seemed to be a mutual attraction that first day, but by the time our friends left late in the evening, combined with moving exhaustion, neither one of us was ready to make a move on it. Over the next year we realized we were not compatible as a couple, let alone roommates. Plain and simple: she's a slob, I'm a neat-freak; other than boring aerobics and pilates, she's not athletic in the least sense, while I can't play enough sports; she needs a lot of attention, and I travel a lot for business. Regardless of our differences, we had a solid friendship, and enjoyed each others company, and nothing further, until now.

"Jack? Jack where are?" she called, in my leg cramped state I did not lock the front door and she must have let herself in. "I need to borrow your can opener. I seemed to have lost mine again," she yelled out. Actually she had already lost one of hers before, and one of mine; don't ask me how.

I did not want her to find me because of my obvious compromising position. I was hoping she'd hear the shower and get the hint. When I heard her call for me again I realized I left both my bedroom and bathroom doors open. With the angle of my mirrored closet doors aiming at the clear glass enclosures of the shower stall, I could easily be seen as soon as she hit the bedroom entry. Just when I dropped the razor and exited the stall to try and wrap a towel around myself, she saw me.

I was somewhat hunched over, my hard cock pointing skyward and its tight ball sac forming a foundation to perch from, both covered in shaving cream. The cock slit was in plain view as my leakage of pre-cum had cleaned it off. I had just finished one side of my bikini lines, so I had a half cream-covered pubic mound. After she took in my manhood, I blushed as our eyes met. A Cheshire-cat smile spanned her face. Sing-songingly she called me: "Jack, you're such a big boy. I never knew what you were packing under your Lycra shorts every time you went riding. Silly me, I was always focused on that tight ass of yours." She approached me, her eyes burning with lust, and unconsciously licked her lips.

"I, uh, I, …," I was stunned, but could feel my cock swell with another rush of blood as it knew what it wanted. Now standing at the bathroom door, she was reveling in all that I had to offer. She was bare-foot and wearing a light and flimsy mid-thigh length sundress that buttoned from the chest all the way down the front. Not that she had it buttoned as about three buttons on the top and two from the bottom were unattached. Her good sized breasts did not appear to be in a bra, and her tan legs revealed she had recently been lying out at the community pool. "You, ah, you seemed . . ." I stuttered out before she cut me off.

"And what's with the shaving cream, pretty-boy. How'd you know I liked my fuck-boys smooth?" Walking into the bathroom, she passed me carrying the can opener. Placing it under my chin, she used it to stand me straight up. She lowered the toilet seat, and sat down opposite of the shower. Crossing her legs she flashed me a hint of hot pink panties. "Please, don't let me interrupt. Finish. Don't pay any attention to little ol' me," she said coyly as she grabbed the shower door, "Let's just leave the door open."

I complied but was still in a state of shock. I picked up the razor with a trembling hand and tried to finish my other bikini line. After two passes that were somewhat ineffective, I looked up at her to see she had unfastened the remaining buttons and was massaging her pussy through her satiny pink panties with one hand, and gently caressing her breasts with the other. It was this slap into reality that I needed to get my mind where it should be, and I let a moan of approval at her display. I started shaving my balls, using long slow strokes from back underneath up to the base of my cock. I made sure to look her in the eyes as I dragged the razor across my sac. Her hand motion on her satin-covered pussy was still slow, but more forceful as she dug her fingers into her gash. A wet spot was rapidly forming and expanding under her fingers as her pussy leaked its juice. I placed the razor against my cock's base and lightly shaved off the small amount of stubble, leaving my cock silky smooth. Placing the razor down, I worked the remaining cream into my newly shaved areas. Slowly jacking my cock, we stared into each others eyes as my hand angled it straight up my belly. Gail grabbed her panties and pinched them to ride inside her soaking gash. Pulling them tight against her pussy, she wedged them so far in that her outer lips enveloped the material, making part of them unseen. Her gyrations seemed to be focused on rubbing her clit. She let go of her breast, and with her free hand pulled her panties out and to one side and pushing a finger into her velvet tunnel. Her other hand's fingers slowly stroked her clit's hood, playing peek-a-boo to my eyes with its little hidden nub. In a deliberate pace of in and out, her finger became shiny wet; my hand had a vise grip on my cock, pumping at a good pace. I had to fuck her, so I grabbed the shower head to rinse off.

"Hey wait a minute; it looks like you missed a couple spots. You need a little help." She stood; dropping the dress off her shoulders, and took the razor in her hand. Stepping into the shower she grabbed the can of gel, and sprayed some on her hand. She smoothed it on the missed spots of my bikini line, and then surprised me by reaching under and smearing the remainder over my ass. Looking in my eye she whispered, "We can't forget back there, now can we." Enjoying her touch, I didn't tell her I already had done that part, and just parted my legs to her delight. Bringing her creamy hand to the front, she took hold of my cock and wrapped her fingers around its substantial girth. "OH," her eyes lit up, "you are a big boy. Such a handful." Barely touching my cock, she stroked its shaft a few times. "Ready?"

I nodded, and with a perfect touch, she shaved a path down my hip to the base of my cock. Sinking down to her knees, she expertly shaved the rest of my bikini area. Carefully rinsing my front, she wrapped her fingers around me again, pulled my cock down so it was pointing right at her mouth and gave my slit a gentle lick, letting a string of spit and pre-cum connect her tongue to my cock head. "MMM, tastes good." Her fingers dragged themselves in my ass crack. "We need to finish back here. Turn around and grab your ankles boy." My true uninhibited lustful nature was in full command as I did what she requested.

I stared at her through my legs as she studied my ass in all its glory. Her tongue ever so slightly hanging out her mouth as her hands fondled my firm and muscular cheeks. "Do you like what you see, cause I like what I see," I told her. Squatting like a catcher, her pussy had hypnotized me. My eyes had become fixed on her soaked panties showing a silhouette of engorged pussy lips. 

"Well let me help you with the view, "she said as she stood to take them off. She wiped her wet panties across my lips; I tried to taste them, but she quickly tossed them aside. I licked my lips, getting a hint of the tangy essence she was offering. She squatted down again and I reached to caress her pussy as she reached to shave my ass. She quickly noticed my ass was smooth.

"Oh, I see, you shaved back here already. But you need some touch up." The razor slowly pressed on to my crack and cheeks. Up and down, and in cross strokes, she had me moaning in anticipation of her next move. A fingernail found my anus, and she lightly scratched it. "Oh yes, play with my hole. I like that." I confessed to her. My fingers found her pussy dripping wet as I rubbed her inner lips, squishing them against each other, and then pulling them apart. I had to taste her, so I pushed my middle finger in as far as I could. Her pussy was open and willing to take my sudden entry. Curling it as I slowly pulled it out; I scrapped the front wall of her tunnel. I was rewarded with a gasp and a good dollop of honey. I brought it to my mouth; our eyes locked, and I sucked on my juice covered finger. Pure sex: creamy, tangy, and delicious. "Good, very good. Do you always taste like this?"

"Always," she replied mischievously.

Dropping the razor, she focused her efforts on my asshole. Her rubbing, scratching, and gently probing caused my hips to start flexing. "Yes, just like that," I hissed. She lovingly teased me and coated my ass to her liking. She reached in between my legs and pulled my cock down straight. The pleasurable pain caused me to stand my back a little straighter. Her pussy became out of reach. I'll just let her satisfy me for now.

Her hand picked up its pace, milking my cock like a cow's udder. Cool water rinsed off the remaining shaving cream from my ass and balls. She adjusted the massaging shower head, and aimed a strong jet of water at my hole and sac. "Yeah Gail, right there, pound my ass." The water jet sent jolts up my back as my nerve endings tingled with the pounding. My legs were now spread as wide as the shower flooring would allow, and I had dropped my hands down to the floor for support. Gail removed the water jet, and shocked me as a firm tongue rimmed my ass. "OHHH YEAH! Yeah Gail!" my knees buckled as she firmly flicked her tongue along the puckered ring, "UUHHH GAIL, LICK ME! MAKE ME CUM!" Encouraged by my words, she buried her face in between my cheeks, wrapping her arms around my hips, grabbing my cock to continue stroking it. I had unconsciously risen on my tip toes as her tongue gently inserted into my ass, pulling on the interior of my ring as she brought it back out. "FUCK YEAH GAIL, FUCK YEAH! FUCK MY ASS!" She quickly inserted one of her thumbs into my ass, twisting it as she fucked me. Her other hand remained on my cock, milking it hard and fast. She bit my ass, her bottom teeth raking across the edge of my ring. "OOOOHHHH, HERE I CUM, HERE I CUM!"

Before I shot my first load, she quickly dropped her head underneath my swelled cockhead, and sucked it in her mouth. My cock throbbed, she stopped stroking me, and began rubbing just her thumb at that all sensitive V under my cock slit; she was experienced and good. Her thumb in my ass pushed hard against my prostate causing my cock to erupt. "AAHHH SHIT! YEAH!" It felt like a quart of spunk rocketed out of me. Her mouth remained locked as I filled her mouth. Her thumb pushed harder on my prostate, almost clamping down on my spunk tube, but my load could not be denied. I sent another dose of spunk into her mouth. She had to remove her lips to drain the excess out of her mouth, before she replaced her lip-lock my next spurt hit her chin. She extended her tongue, flicking my slit as my next couple of spurts jetted out. Just as I thought my last shot had finished, she popped her thumb out of my ass, causing a long stream of spunk to splash against her face. In my ecstatic state I was losing my balance and fell to a knee on one side of her. 

Gail pushed me down on my back, wanting to mount me. I angled my feet outside of the shower as she swung a leg over me. Grabbing my still throbbing cock, she pressed her drenched pussy lips against its head, and with a release of her weight, impaled herself its full length, banging her hard cervix. "OOOHHHHHH," she moaned just before planting a sperm-filled kiss on my lips. She immediately began grinding her hips against mine, mashing her clit into my small patch of remaining hair. I used my tongue to clean my mess around her mouth, which she eagerly ate as I fed it to her. She grabbed my face with both hands burying her tongue down my throat as her stomach clenched, and pussy clamped around my cock. "UH-HUH, UH-HUH, FEELS SO GOOD! YES, YEEESSSSSSS!" Her body went rigid for a moment as her first orgasmic wave crashed across her body. Pushing herself up with her hands on my chest, she dug her nails into my flesh as she resumed her grinding. 

I grabbed her ass cheeks, angling my pelvis to allow a better grind for her. Falling breasts encircled my face as she fell into me. Her grinding became more of a furious in an out rhythm, and my cock head was being pummeled as it bounced against her cervix. I flattened my tongue in her cleavage, allowing her thrashing body to direct where it licked. Her ass cheeks clenched on the out strokes of our fucking, and released on the in. Her pussy opening had a vise hold on my cock's base, as she went through another storm of an orgasm. "OOHHHH YOU'RE FUCKING ME SO DEEP. FUCK ME HARD FUCK ME HARD!" her voice was quivering, barely allowing her lungs to hold her breaths. "UUHHHH, UUHHHHH, UUHHHH YEAH!"

She pulled my head up by my ears and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues wrestled hard, our teeth biting lips, tearing at each others mouths. "Fuck me big boy, fuck me with that big cock." She had come down a little from her pinnacle, so I made an effort to stand up. Neither one of us wanted to lose our coupling, so we made an effort to stay connected as I rose. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I stood, and walked to my bed. Laying her down, I remained standing, holding her legs high and spread as I began to plunge my cock. "Take my cock, Gail, take it all in!" I started to bang her cervix again, a spot she really seemed to enjoy. "Your pussy is so tight, Gail, squeeze my seed out, make my shoot again!"

"UUHHH, you feel so good. Stretch my puss! Pull me inside out!" She had her eyes closed, her hands roughly squeezing her bouncing breasts. Her eyes opened; a look of pure lust in them as she stared me down, "Come on big boy. Shoot your cum on me, I wanna see your spunk shoot out again! Paint my belly big boy; let me run my fingers through your spunk!" I climbed on the bed, sat on my knees and increased my pace. The downward angle of my cock gave me the tight sensation I was looking for. "Yeah baby I'm filling up! I'm gonna cum Gail, all for you!" 

"Shoot me Jack, cover me. You pull that fucking dick out and shoot me!"

"AAHHH, AAAHHHHHH YEAH!" Pulling out, I grabbed my cock, pulled its skin down taunt and let my juice fly. My spasm started deep in my ass, lightening bolting out through my cock, I involuntarily closed my eyes and threw back my head. As my second and third spurts rushed out, my legs shook as a jolt ran down to my toes. My body locked, then released as my next shot of spunk came out, locked, and released again for the next shot. "Yeah big boy! That's it! Gimme what I crave! Gimme your spunk!" She cheered.

I could finally gain conscious control of my body as I opened my eyes and began stroking my last spunk remains out. Looking down at her, she was rubbing my flow over her flat tummy, and breasts. Making eye contact, she brought her sticky fingers to her mouth and flicked her tongue across them as she smiled at me. I gave my happy cock a few more squeezes when she curled a finger at me, beckoning me in for a kiss. I eased my barely erect cock back into her, causing her to bite her lip, and lowered my face to hers. Her gooey hands entangled in my hair as we kissed, dancing my spunk across our tongues. I lightly and slowly swayed my hips, giving us both just the right amount of sensations to enhance our afterglow.

"You are incredible! I can't believe I've been missing out on this for the past year," I told her. She just smiled demurely, and playfully pushed me off her and laughed, "Yeah your loss!"



Opposite Ch. 02



I half expected Tara to call and cancel my BJ appointment with her husband but Wednesday came with no change in plans. I kept track of how many miles it was to their house this time and decided it wasn't worth the wear on my car to drive three or more times a week. A nice relaxing limo or town car pick up would be enjoyable and since they offered, I'd take them up on it. I didn't give much thought to Tara's 'payment plan'; she obviously didn't realize how much I enjoy giving head. I would never consider it work.

She answered the doorbell again and let me in with a big smile and hug.

"Jake has been excited all day for you to come tonight. The best thing is, he didn't bug me once yesterday for sex. This plan is working perfectly!" she gushed.

"Great, but its only the second time Tara," I said, less encouraging.

"It's going to be grand, trust me. Jake is waiting for you in the den again. I already got you a towel so you should be set."

"You're joining us, right?" I asked, a little concerned.

"Do I need too? I was going to make some calls to arrange the party this weekend. I'm sure you two will be just fine without me."

I was stunned! She was planning on letting me be alone with her husband to suck his dick and pleasure him. She was more concerned about her big party and being a hostess than her husband alone with another woman. My mouth dropped partially open, dumbstruck for a few seconds.

"I trust you silly, just do your blowjob thing again and I'll be in later to see how it went," she said turning to leave.

I stood speechless in her foyer watching her walk away and trying to get a grip on reality because she sure the fuck didn't. I walked slowly toward the den, peeking around the corner to the sound of the TV. Jake was sitting on the sofa watching Sports Center and sipping some sort of amber liquid in ice. I viewed the towel Tara had left me resting on the chair I sat in last time. I stepped into the room hesitantly and cleared my throat.

"Hey, you're here!" Jake said hearing me.

He quickly turned off the TV and stood up. I folded my arms a little nervous and smiled at him.

"You okay Allison?" he asked.

"Yeah, I guess. It's just a little awkward without Tara here."

"She said she had things to do and gave me some 'rules' to follow," he said chuckling.

"Rules? Like what?"

"Basically sticking to what happened last time. I can't touch you or do anything other than let you do oral."

"I see... it still seems weird or wrong without her here."

"Wrong? As apposed to my wife watching you suck my dick?" he said laughing.

"Good point, I guess this whole thing is fucked up. What's making you stay Jake? I mean it's not the money, obviously not the sex, so why are you sticking with Tara?"

He drank the last portion of his liquor, set the glass down and looked at me in thought before saying, "Appearances I guess, which are twofold. One is obvious, Tara is gorgeous a 'trophy wife' they say and all my friends and dads friends think she is quite the prize. The second is keeping the appearance of a happy marriage. Divorce just doesn't happen in my family. It would crush my mother... bring dishonor on my family name."

"So do you feel trapped? You must be regretting the marriage. I mean... sure Tara is very beautiful but there are other beautiful women that actually like sex. I'm sure your family would survive if you divorced her."

"I don't want to find out. I did feel trapped until Tara suggested you help her out. My outlook took a major upswing, especially after what you did on Monday. I know she has rules now but I'm thinking after time she'll relax them."

"Umm, yeah about that. Are you suggesting you and I do more than just oral sex?" I asked.

"Not right now, she'd freak out, but maybe in a month or so. Why, are you opposed to that prospect?" he asked with a big smile.

Shit, he was so hot! I was definitely not opposed to the prospect. He could do me anytime, anywhere and in any hole..

"Not exactly, I just don't know what that will do to Tara," I said trying not to show too much desire.

"Good, so should we get started," he asked walking around the sofa toward me.

I didn't move. Something was bugging me and I couldn't quite figure it out. It had to be the way both of them were so nonchalant about this arrangement. Tara could care less about me pleasuring her husband alone. And Jake was all for anything I would do to him regardless of what Tara thought. Something had to give or blow up in their faces. I decided, against my natural tendencies, to not suck his dick tonight. It was a decision I quickly learned was one of the hardest to stick to in my life.

While I hesitated, Jake was undoing his belt and pants. My body reacted with a jolt as he dropped his pants and pulled his boxers over his semi hard penis. I almost gave in then and there and fell to my knees to engulf his delicious cock. I resisted, moving forward toward the chair with the towel. Unfolding it I laid it on the leather seat and turned back around to Jake. His dick was quickly growing and I caught a whiff of his musty aroma, making my plan even harder. I didn't remove my shirt or even kneel in front of him. Instead I stood up and made my way behind him, pushing him toward the chair and towel.

He was about to comment on the situation, since I was sure he expected the same thing as last time but he shut his mouth as I grabbed his hard member from behind him, stroking it up and down a few times. He felt incredible in my hand and I wanted more than anything to abandon my plan and suck him to climax. I had to prove a point though, especially to him. I stroked, bending his cock horizontal to increase the friction, holding the skin tight so only it moved.

Soon I felt a cool drip of pre-cum hit my hand as his cock oozed from the stimulation. He never said a word, enjoying the stroking I was giving him. After about five minutes I felt his legs and butt tighten up against my body and I knew he was close to orgasm. He didn't warn me, since there was no reason too. I felt his cock spasm in my hand as a burst of white semen shot out onto the towel, followed by several other impressive spurts. All of which made me salivate and wish they were in my mouth or at least all over my boobs. I stroked him to completion while he moaned and bucked in my hand. When he was finished I let go of his member and moved forward to wipe my hand off on the towel, fighting the urge to lick my fingers.

"Well that was different," I heard Tara say from the doorway.

I never saw her watching and had no idea when she showed up.. "Yeah, well I decided to try a hand job today and not get undressed," I said handing Jake the towel so he could wipe his dick off.

It was still rock hard and had a trail of thick white semen oozing down the shaft. Fuck, I wanted to suck it off! I had just punished myself in proving a point I didn't even know if Jake caught. I mean shit; he still got off and enjoyed it immensely. So why did I even bother?  

"Oh, well okay. You didn't have to do that 'cause I wasn't present," Tara said seeming worried.

"I didn't. I just thought I'd change things up," I lied..

"Cool, well thanks for coming over. I'll walk you out."

I said goodbye to Jake who was fishing his wonderful half hard cock back into his pants and walked to the door with Tara.

"So we'll see you again on Friday, Right?" she asked.

"Sure thing. Hey I think I'll take you up on the offer to pick me up for now on. That drive is long.."

"Okay, sure. I'll send a car around seven to get you. And here's some money for gas you have used," she said opening a small box on a wall table next to the door. She handed me three hundred dollars and put the rest back.

"That's way too much, Tara," I said caught off guard by the amount and the fact that she had cash lying around the house.

"Don't be silly, go shopping or something," she smiled.

I took the money, knowing she wasn't going to let me give it back and walked out to my car. The drive home was full of thought. I decided I wasn't going to punish myself to prove anything anymore because I felt very unfulfilled and kicked myself for not sucking his dick. I also figured I'd get the most out of this situation and enjoy it as much as possible. Hell, maybe Jake was right and Tara would let us do other things soon. That thought made me think of being pounded by Jake, it continued the rest of the drive home.

*****

The arrangement went smoothly from then on for about three weeks. The car picked me up and drove me to their house and I pleasured Jake with my mouth every time. Tara occasionally joined us and watched the festivities but was absent most the time. The 'rules' continued and Jake was good about following them. He never once tried to touch my breasts or anything. I went topless every time and swallowed his load when Tara wasn't in the room and took his spunk on my boobs when she was. I'll admit, when she wasn't present I went all out and sucked Jake the best I knew how, eating every drop he offered and trying to get more out each time.

He grew accustomed to my talent and after three weeks of blowjobs every other day he learned how to last pretty well against my gifts for sucking. Tara never called for me to come up on the weekends so I assumed she was letting him have sex with her the one time a week he asked for. I'm sure she hated even that much. I was surprised it lasted that long.

The call came on Sunday. Tara seemed upset, but at least she wasn't crying.

"Jake said he's getting bored with our arrangement. I can't believe him! It's like nothing's good enough for him. I mean really, you make him orgasm three times a week and I let him have sex with me on the weekend. What more could he want?"

"I don't know Tara, what did he say?"

"He went off on the restrictions I place on him when you are here. He said it is torture for him to not touch and that you want him to touch you too.. Is that true Allison? Did you tell him that?"    

I quickly recalled our last session. Tara wasn't in the room so I was going hog wild on his cock, making a serious mess of his shaft and balls. Saliva and pre-cum were dripping all over my breasts because Jake was lasting a good amount of time since he was getting even more accustomed to me. I don't know what came over me but I might have risen up a little too high and used my tits to finish him off and swallow his load. It wasn't long, maybe a few seconds before he shot, but long enough, I guess. I remembered him commenting on how good it felt and I said something to the effect of how it would be nice if Tara would ease up and let him fuck my tits at least. That must be what he meant by telling her I wanted him to touch me. What the hell was I going to tell her?

"Well... is it true?" she asked again when I went silent.

"Not exactly in those words. Look Tara, last Friday I might have ran his penis in-between my boobs a couple of times and told him it was nice when he commented on how much he liked it. Maybe that's what he took as me wanting him to touch me."

"I see, so that's all that happened? You just used your boobs a little?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Oh well that's okay I guess. You can do that if you want," she said like the problem had been solved.

"Well okay, but that's not going to fix this Tara. He's still going to want to do more with me eventually. Are you ready for that? You had to know it would happen."

She didn't respond immediately, "I did, just not this quick. The man is insufferable! He would more than gladly have you come up everyday if I'd let you. It's like his penis never gets satisfied. He's hard in bed when we snuggle, I can feel his boner on my back and between my legs all the time. Even after you make him climax he still gets hard the same day in bed."

"Tara, he's only twenty-four what do you expect? Guys do that; you should feel flattered he's hard when he holds you."

"No I don't, it's just annoying. Okay so what do you suggest? Do you want to come up everyday or what else could we do?"

"Showing up everyday will just make it worse. He'll for sure want to do more then."

"Right, well crap, I don't know how to make him happy. I'm sure you don't want to have sex with him... do you?"

Fuck! Now what was I going to say? Lie and tell her no way or tell her the truth that I've wanted Jake to fuck the hell out of me since we met and especially now since I have his cock in my mouth three times a week. She figured the truth out due to my silence again.

"You do! Wow, really you'd let him do you?" she asked.

"I'll do what you want me to do Tara. But I'm not opposed to the idea," I said quietly.

"Umm, right okay, let me think about this for a minute."

She had to draw the line here. She had too. I mean, a blowjob is one thing but letting her husband fuck another woman in her house had to be too much.    

"I did say I might be open for more the first time you came over. I guess I have to honor that. I just didn't think it would be this soon. This is all Jake's fault he's such a pig, always wanting to get off..."

"You're getting sidetracked again Tara," I said before she could go off more on her perfect husband.

"Sorry, he just makes me so mad sometimes. I guess I have no choice; tomorrow I'll let you two have sex when you come over. I'll tell Jake tonight, I know he'll be ecstatic. Thanks again Allison you're a really good friend."

I was wrong, again! She apparently had no chalk to draw a line for hell sakes. She hung up before I could say anything. I dropped my phone, contemplating what I had just heard. Jake, the perfect man, was going to do me tomorrow night. I didn't think I was going to get to sleep at all that night, too excited for my gift.

*****

I paced back and forth in my apartment waiting for the car to pick me up. I had dressed sexier than normal and put my most expensive perfume on for Jake. I was so excited I could hardly sit still. It finally showed up about five minutes late, five minutes of anxious torture. The drive only made matters worse. I had to sit on my hands so I wouldn't play in the back seat but I knew I was wet anyway. Finally we arrived and I let myself out before the driver could open my door.

"Jake's beyond excited. He's like a kid getting his first bike for Christmas in there. I don't know if I should be offended or happy for him."

"Really? You don't know? Judas Tara what should really happen is you should go in there and fuck his brains out, not let me do it!" I blurted without thinking.

I think I pissed her off because she folded her arms under her very impressive rack and glared at me with her beautiful eyes. Slowly her glare turned to a small smile and her posture eased up.

"Nah, I don't want too. I just had my hair done, can you tell?" she asked.

"Ahuh, it looks great Tara," I said shaking my head in frustration. "Are you going to join us this evening?" I asked.

"I think that would be best since this is opening a whole new chapter."

"Yes... so where is he today?" I asked because for the last few weeks we had changed venues a few times.

"Bedroom, where else?" she asked looking at me weird like it was obviously the only place you can possibly have sex.

"Of course, what was I thinking?"

I followed her up the large staircase and down the hall to their room. It was my first time actually and I discovered, when I looked in, it was very nice. Jake was sitting on the edge of the bed in a robe, already naked underneath, I was sure. I smiled at him and felt more juices fall from my insides.

"Okay you two, I'm going to supervise, this being the first time and all. We should also redo the schedule if this is going to be a regular thing now. From the way Jake has been acting, since I told him, I'm pretty sure it will be," she said with a slight sneer.

"Sounds good," he said looking at my outfit, ignoring her voice.

"Right, I know its Monday and all but I think we should plan the 'Full Meal Deal' on Wednesday that way its spread out between our FMD on the weekends. What do you think?" she asked using her euphemism for sex.

"Just once a week?" Jake blurted, realizing immediately what he had done.

If looks could kill Jake would be dead and buried twice over. She obviously wore the pants in this relationship and he was just taking what he could get, which was a surprisingly large, considering the arrangement. Tara most surely didn't want to give up her new life but still controlled him.

"Sweetie, we'll negotiate more later," she said between clenched teeth.

He didn't respond and actually put his head down like a wounded animal. She smiled and continued.

"Good that's settled then. Wednesdays it is, until further notice. Okay with you Allison?"

I had decided not to be shocked by her anymore and just nodded.

"Wonderful, well okay then, have fun you two, I'll be watching over here," she said, taking a seat in an antique chair against the wall.

I was too excited to hesitate, or wait for her to change her mind. I quickly crossed the room and dropped to my knees fully dressed, undoing the tie around Jake's waste. He had recently showered because he smelled clean and fresh. His dick lurched to life, in my hand, growing very rapidly as I took it in my mouth before it was fully hard.

"Wait? What's going on? I thought you were having sex tonight?" Tara asked from behind me. "Why are you giving him a blowjob?"

I slowly took his dick from my mouth, not believing she was being serious. I turned my head to look at her with Jake's stiff dick in my hand. She had actually stood up from the chair with her arms folded looking confused. She was serious. I guess sex was sex and no foreplay preceded the deed to her.

"I'm just having some fun before hand Tara and getting Jake ready," I said.

"Well... umm... that's weird to me, Jake never needs to be made ready with me," she said confused.

"It's called foreplay Tara, I'm sure you've heard of it," I said wanting to get back to the throbbing cock in my hand.

"Oh I'm sure Allison!" she snipped, "I just wasn't expecting this and sex together, I don't know if I like it."

What the hell? Has she finally found a line to draw? Sex and oral can't be combined? To me they are like synonymous with all things sex but to her it was the final straw she couldn't take.

I was hot and bothered, ready to go and her annoying pestering was really getting to me. Jake never said a word, which only solidified my knowledge of Tara ruling the relationship.

"You don't know if you like it? What the hell does that mean Tara?" I said letting go of Jake's dick and standing back up. "What were you expecting? For me to undress, lie on my back and let Jake 'do his thing' for five minutes, like you do?!"

Her face turned red, Jake groaned behind me, and I knew I had crossed the line. She was at the point of either crying or about to yell like I've never heard her before.

"Get out! This arrangement is over!" she finally screamed as loud as she could.

"Fine!" I yelled back, quickly moving to the open door.

Screw her! I was doing her a favor and she can be damned if she doesn't like the way I do it. This was inevitable it just took longer than I thought it would. I stormed out the door and down the hall to the stairs. Outside my driver was smoking next to the car. He wasn't surprised to see me this quickly because sometimes the blowjobs don't take that long. He did notice that I wasn't my normal bubbly self.

"Everything all right Miss?" he asked, opening the door for me.

"No! Madam Tara is a fucking bitch!" I screamed and sat down.

He laughed a little, shut my door and drove me home. I was so pissed off for two reasons. One was obviously Tara and the other was I missed my chance to fuck Jake. I doubted I'd ever get the chance again.





Opposite Ch. 02



*****

Three months passed with no contact from Tara and Jake. I had no idea if they were still together, separated or divorced. No big rumors were going around among the small circle of friends we were a part of. Ever since Tara married Jake that circle had become very small because she stopped calling and seeing the 'common folk' she used to hang out with. I expected to at least hear from Jake but apparently Tara threatened him with something big enough to keep him scared for a while.

Half way through the fourth month I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. I answered to hear Jakes voice.

"Hey, Allison. How are you?" he asked.

"Good, what's up Jake? From the number I see you got a new phone."

"Yeah, Tara doesn't know about it and I'd like to keep it that way. Since that night things went bad, I've been trying to get her to call you and make up but she's being very stubborn."

"Well I can't say I'm surprised. What do you want Jake?"

"I want you back. I was so stupid to push things, not knowing how good I had it with you and her. Tara's not giving it up much at all. I'm lucky if it's once a week now. Sometimes I go two or more between sessions with her."

"Not my problem Jake. She kicked me out remember, and you won't leave her, for stupid reasons if you ask me."

"I'm calling to see if you'll call her and try and patch things up. I miss your blowjobs Allison I'm dying here!"

"I take it she hasn't found a replacement for me then?"

"No... she doesn't know anyone else like you and prostitutes are out of the question. You're my only hope. She's actually stopped trying at all now."

"That's such bullshit Jake! Just leave her! You're only twenty-four for hell sakes. Do you want to be trapped in a sexless marriage your whole life?"

He paused for a moment, nothing but silence on the other end for at least a minute. His voice cracked and he spoke, "She's pregnant Allison, two months along. I can't leave her now for sure."

"Oh fuck me! How the hell did that happen?" I asked.

"It only takes one mistake. She said she missed a few pills."

"Judas Jake! She's trapped you now on purpose. She 'forgot' to take 'any' and let me guess about two months ago she was more aggressive and horny than normal and you didn't think a thing about it."

"Fuck! You're right she was. She did this on purpose, didn't she!?" 

"Not too quick are you Jake? Yeah she did it on purpose. That unborn kid is her insurance policy on you. Even if you divorce her now she's set up for life or at least until the kid is eighteen."

"All the more reason for you to save me and call her. Please Allison make this right for me, I'm suffocating, she's killing me."

"It's impossible to make this right, you're in too deep and I don't want to deal with her anymore. It's actually been quite pleasant with her not calling me bitching about her 'obsessed' husband that wants sex all the time."

"I'm not that bad! She's just a frigid bitch. You know that."

"Yes, I know, you're perfec...," I let slip out before I could stop myself.

"I'm what?"

"Nothing," I covered.

"No, not nothing, you said I was perfect."

"Fine Jake if you must know I find you very attractive, extremely sexy and I've wanted you since I first saw you, when Tara first introduced us, but it's impossible so just forget it."

He remained silent for another minute before speaking again, "I'm coming over," he said and hung up before I could tell him no.

*****

I debated leaving so I wasn't here when he showed up but I just couldn't bring myself to leave. He knew the truth now; there was no way of taking it back. I wanted to rip his clothes of the minute he knocked on my door but I had to think sensibly. He wasn't going to leave Tara. I was just going to become the booty call, behind her back.. I had no desire being second to her and sneaking around only when he could get away. I deserved better than that.

I opened the door only partially and looked at the gorgeous man before me I wanted to eat up.

"Why did you come here Jake?"

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked.

"I don't think that's a good idea considering our past."

"Wait... What? What about what you said on the phone?"

"I told you to forget it, remember? It can't happen. Tara will find out and I'm not going to cheat around behind her back with you."

"So what do you want?" he asked.

"Really? Finally someone asks me what I want in all this. Wow, how refreshing," I said mockingly. "You really want to know what I want Jake? I want you... all of you, not just when it's okay with Tara! I want you to have never married her and especially not have gotten her pregnant! I want to make love to you three times a day or more, to feel you inside of me and please you forever!" I voiced much louder than I should. I was sure my neighbors heard.

He pushed through the door, picking me up in his arms, kissing me more passionately than any man I've ever known. I couldn't stop him, his arms were too strong, his touch too intoxicating. I melted in his arms, swooning from his forceful embrace. He carried me into my bedroom and together we fell onto my bed, kissing and groping one another like sex starved maniacs.   

I tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head, kissing his bare muscled chest. He stopped me to take my shirt off and grabbed both my breasts once it was off. Unclipping my bra he devoured my orbs, sucking, nibbling and kissing my engorged nipples and bathing my breasts with his mouth. Pleasure rushed through my body as his hot mouth caressed me. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, holding him down on my breast while he feasted. He slowly worked his way down my body, kissing and licking my ribs, stomach and navel. I arched my back to help him with my pants and underwear, which he tossed onto the floor.

Instantly his head was between my legs, licking my inner thigh and making his way to my moistening vagina. I gasped in pleasure as he spread my folds wide with his tongue, running it up my pussy to my clitoris. Grabbing his head I shoved him into my crotch, forcing his mouth on my engorged nub, until he took it between his teeth and nibbled me to fits of pleasure. I had no idea where he learned this, I was sure Tara wouldn't let him eat her but Jake either watched lots of porn or he's done this before, because it felt incredible.

I let him continue until I climaxed on his face, making me only want him more. I had to get at his penis, to feel him finally inside of me. After I came I pulled his head up and looked at his smiling face.

"Tara would never let me do that," he said smiling.

"Please don't mention her again, just make love to me."

He undid his pants and I helped him out of them until I had him naked in my bed. His engorged member looked amazing, with a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the tip. I grabbed his shaft, pulling him over my body to where he was straddling my chest. I sucked, stroked and devoured his familiar cock, remembering how much I loved his taste and feel. I was in the zone, focusing on nothing but sucking his perfect cock for I don't know how long. His member became extremely ridged and I knew he was about to let loose so I stopped.

He was in the perfect position to use my tits for fucking, picking up on the idea as soon as I did. With the saliva and pre-cum he was able to easily slide in-between my breasts while I held them together with my hands over the nipples. Looking up I watched his gorgeous face smile as he thrust his dick between my breasts for the first time. He was getting to do all the things he had dreamt of doing. I couldn't be happier to accommodate him.

"Oh shit it's so good, I'm going to cum!" he voiced.

"Do... cum in my mouth!" I said, right before he shot his first rope.

Putting my chin to my chest I opened wide to try and catch his spurts of semen, having some success but my breasts seem to get in the way as he continued to thrust forward between them, making a mess of my upper chest and chin. He squirmed and convulsed as his cock spewed its incredible load on my body. It had obviously been a while since he ejaculated because it was all over, running onto my bed. I had never seen Jake ejaculate so much, even more than the first time I sucked him.

"There's a towel in my night stand," I said once he finished.

He smiled at me, hopping off my body, returning with the towel and my rabbit vibrator he found as well.

"What are you going to do with that?" I asked coyly.

"Pleasuring you until I'm hard again, that's what," he said powering the toy up while I wiped my chest clean.

He spread my legs and forced my toy deep inside my dripping pussy, causing me to moan and arch my back as the cold wide toy penetrated my body. He ground the clit stimulator hard onto my nub sending powerful vibrations through my body. It appeared Tara didn't let him do this either because he had a huge smile on his face as he watched the reaction my body had to the toy.

It didn't take long for his dick to harden again. He was still grinding away at my pussy and clit even after he was hard. He was obviously enjoying himself at my expense. I wanted him though; I'd had the toy hundreds of time but him zero!

I sat up, reached for his cock and said, "Fuck me Jake!" as I pulled his shaft toward me.

He pulled my toy out. I took it from him and tossed it, still vibrating, onto the floor.. He fell forward, holding his body over mine with his strong arms. His lower body fell between my legs. A second later he moved forward easing his hot oozing head into my open tunnel. I grabbed his tight ass and yanked him forward, shoving his perfect dick deep inside. We both moaned at the same time feeling the bliss of deep penetration. I held him down in me, squeezing my muscles to clamp down on his shaft.

Finally! Jake's dick was mine! I'd waited way too long for this moment and it was exactly as I pictured it; his butt between my hands and his stiff cock throbbing deep inside my quivering pussy. I was in heaven!

I finally eased up on his butt so he could move again. He pulled out slightly and eased back in, still holding his upper body off mine. I moved my hands up to his back, pulling him down onto my chest so I could feel his hard muscles on my breasts. He ground down onto me with his pelvis, crushing my engorged clitoris and driving his penis deep again. A thought came to me a few minutes later. This was probably the only sexual position he has ever done. Time to change things up.

I rolled him over and he went with it until I was on top and in control. Sitting up on his shaft I rose up and down with my legs, swirling around on his dick to rub his shaft where I wanted it. He just lay their in a daze with his hands to his sides as I worked away at his member.

"Touch me Jake," I whispered leaning down to his ear.

I rose back up and his hands followed me, grabbing both my breasts and pushing them together. He used his thumb and first finger to pinch my nipples sending a jolt of pleasure down my body to my cock filled pussy. Up and down I rode him while he played with my breasts. I knew I was treating him to pleasure he had never experienced, milking his cock with my muscles as I rocked and gyrated on his shaft.

I doubt he has ever experienced a woman climax on his cock either, since I had a hard time believing frigid Tara even knew how. He reacted as I hoped when my body convulsed, tightening up on his shaft and quivering in his arms. He rolled me over and fucked me hard and fast pushing me further into a mind-blowing orgasm.

"Oh Jake! You are perfect!" I screamed amid his pounding.

My whole body was on fire, radiating from my convulsing pussy. My heart was jumping out of my chest and my lungs struggling for air. I was in the grips of the most intense orgasm of my life, from the man I've wanted for way too long. He continued to thrust into me until I felt him explode as well, meeting me in orgasmic bliss and collapsing on my chest. Together we melted in hot sweaty oneness as our bodies convulsed together in utter pleasure.

"I'm leaving her today! I don't care what happens. I can't be without you Allison," he whispered in my ear.    

It was exactly what I wanted to hear...



Opposite Neighbors



My name is Abbey. This is a story about the day I moved to the big city. I had grown up in a small town, and had worked a job and fucked my boy friend after high school. After two years of working at the local Wal-Mart I got tired of it, and bored with my boyfriend. 

I got an art school in New York to accept me. All of my friends told me I could draw really well, and I had decided I wanted to be some kind of graphic artist for a big company in the city. I had saved up some money from my job at Wal-Mart and my daddy gave me the rest. So I got a couple of my cousins to pack up their truck with my few belongings and move me up to the city.

I had rented myself a studio apartment in an old brownstone building. It was really expensive, and I knew that I could only afford it for a few months without finding a job. But I figured I could always get a job stripping in one of the many clubs in the city, so I wasn’t really too worried about money.

When my two cousins and their boyfriends dropped me off at the brownstone building where I was going to live we couldn’t find the building manager. There had been some kind of a mix-up and I didn’t have the key to the front door, only to my apartment door, and that was inside the front door. I was supposed to meet the manager here, but she never showed up. Maybe I got it wrong, sometimes I get a little mixed up. People call it the ditzy blonde syndrome – but hey blondes have more fun.

After about a two-hour wait my cousins had to split. I told them it was all right, and that I would just sit on the steps outside the building with all of my stuff they had off loaded from their truck. We said our good-byes and they left. I sat down and waited for the manager to come and let me inside. After I waited for another hour and no one came, I was just hoping anyone would show up. I tried rousing someone from inside the building, but none of the tenants seemed to be at home that Saturday afternoon.

At long last this guy showed up. He had been out for a jog, and was wearing shorts, a sleeveless shirt and expensive running shoes. He had long hair and a beard and was sweating profusely from his run. He looked kind of nineteen sixties to me, but I knew this was the city and there were lots of strange looking people. 

He came up the steps of the apartment building and saw me sitting in front of the door. He liked me right away. I always know when a guy likes me right away, I can just tell.

I guess I should tell you what I look like. My daddy calls me “The Small Fry”. I am barely five feet tall. I weigh eighty-eight pounds. Like I already said, my hair is blonde. It’s kind of curly and I keep it past my shoulders. I’ve got a pretty nice complexion, especially when I have a tan like I did during this story. I am a little bit of a ditz, but I am friendly to everyone, and make friends easily. Some people call me “The Little Bitch”, but really I’m not.

About half the guys really like me because I am small. The other half doesn’t like me because I have small titties. Back in high school I discovered that the guys who do like me have little pricks and need the comfort of my little twat to fuck. The guys who don’t like me have big dicks, and can fuck bigger girls who have bigger titties. Problem is I like a big old dick inside me once in a while, and so I never like the guys who like me. Weird, huh?

Well, this guy in the jogging get up definitely liked me. I was wearing short pants and a T-shirt covered my tiny chest. So, therefore, since he liked me, I knew he must have a four or five inch ding-dong. He was actually kind of a tall guy, but I had fucked lots of tall guys with short dicks.

I explained to him what my problem was, about being locked out, and not knowing when the manager was going to show up, and my cousins having to leave me.

“Come on in,” he told me opening the door for us.

“All of my stuff is out here on the street. I’m afraid someone will steal it,” I looked up at him with my saddest look hoping he would come through for me and help me carry some of my things into my new apartment.

“Let me give you a hand with that,” he said, not letting me down.

He ended up carrying all of the big boxes and the little furniture I had into my apartment. I carried a few small boxes and gladly waited for him to take hold of the rest. The key to my apartment door worked, and I got inside my one room, and began setting up my house.

It took us about two hours to get everything off the street and inside my room. I went about straightening everything up and positioning all to my satisfaction while I let him do the grunt work. Finally the last box was carried inside and I was all moved into my new home.

I found out that the guy’s name was Will. We shook hands and I rewarded him for his effort by giving him my biggest and cutest smile. He kind of leered at me, and I could see he was looking at my pants. Not a chance buddy, I thought. 

“Just come on over any time you need anything. I just live across the hall,” he told me.

“I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other now that we’re neighbors,” I replied, hoping I could avoid him as much as possible. There was just something about him that was creepy. Not that he wasn’t cute, because in a way he was. Maybe it was just the limp little tool that I knew hung inside his pants. Only fat chicks, hookers and other losers for you, my pathetic friend I thought rather cruelly to myself. All right, you probably already guessed I could be a bitch sometimes, and that was one of those times.

The manager never showed up, and soon it was nighttime in the big city. I wanted to call up a couple of friends I had who lived up town, but my phone hadn’t been installed yet. I couldn’t leave the building because I still hadn’t gotten the building key to get back inside. It looked like my first night was going to be a real bummer.

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My name is Will. This is a story about the day that the cutest little “hottie” I ever laid eyes on moved into the apartment across the hall from me. It was a warm fall day in the city, and I had been out for my usual Saturday afternoon run. I returned to my apartment tired and feeling rather bored with a long Saturday afternoon and night to look forward to, and not much to do with myself to fill the time.

I am a Day Trader. That is how I earn my living. Actually I would much prefer to think of myself as a photographer, however I have yet to earn a significant sum on that endeavor. I use to work on Wall Street, and learned the tricks of the trade there. Now I stay at home in front of my computer and buy and sell stock on a daily basis, making enough money to support myself and fuel my hope for a future as a photographer. 

Since I stay home all day looking at stock prices over my PC I don’t interact with people much, and here I am mainly referring to women. Staying at home all day and not working a real job does have its compensations. I can let my hair grow as long as I want, and my preference is for long hair. I don’t have to shave, and I hate to shave. I can look like a hippie and no one notices or cares. The downside is that I don’t ever get laid anymore. I never found myself very successful with the opposite sex before I started working at home, but after my retreat into Day Trading I can say that as of that time I had not gotten laid once, or even come remotely close.

When I saw this little girl sitting on my front step with all her furniture and worldly possessions strung out about the hot pavement in front of her, I was immediately attracted. I normally like women who are taller and have at least a large B sized chest. This girl did not fit that description. She was short. Only about five feet tall and I don’t suppose she weighed even a hundred pounds. She was cute though, very definitely cute. She told me her name was Abbey, and I liked that name. Somehow it fit her little pixie-like image.

She told me that she was supposed to meet the building manager and get the out door key from her. Her cousins had apparently hauled her belongings up from some small town in their truck and placed them on the sidewalk outside the front door. Then they had left her where I found her. She said she was moving to the city to go to art school. 

She seemed to be a dumb blonde, but that still did not deter my attraction to her. I knew she was confused by what she told me. For one thing her furniture and boxes were blocking foot traffic along the sidewalk. I also wondered how she planned on paying the rent for very long in this building because it was expensive and she had not mentioned having a roommate, or a job. Something in the back of my mind told me she probably planned on working as a stripper. Thirdly, I knew the building manager, because she was my aunt, and she never came over on the weekends, so Abbey must have gotten confused about the time she was supposed to meet her here.

I knew Abbey wanted me to help her, and so like the gallant gentleman I am I offered her a hand. She ended up letting me carry all the heavy boxes, and all her furniture, while she carried in about three small boxes and watched me struggle with the rest. It took me about an hour and a half to get her moved inside. I didn’t mention to her that my aunt was the manger, or that I had spare keys to the front door that I could have loaned her. I thought I would just let her struggle with the problem for a while and was hoping that maybe she would seek me out for help again.

Abbey thanked me with her cutest smile, but I could tell she thought I was a nerd. She had probably been pretty well protected by her family, and been one of the beautiful people in her high school. So she was stuck up and fooled herself into thinking she was a nice person. I had seen the type before, but then who hasn’t. Still, not with standing that she was a little bitch, I would have loved to bang her.

I left Abbey adjusting her studio to her satisfaction and returned to my place across the hall to fix a bite of dinner and watch cable TV for the rest of Saturday night. I really did not expect much from Abbey, but held an outside hope because she was living just across the hall from me that over the long haul something might develop. 

The long Saturday night was progressing just as boring as I thought it would until about eight o’clock there was a knock at my front door. I got up from my couch and a slow moving movie on the TV and went unenthusiastically to the door.

You can imagine my surprise when I opened the door and saw Abbey standing in front of me.

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I setup my studio apartment just the way I wanted it that afternoon after the weird guy from across the hall left. The studio was pretty small and so this didn’t take me too long. I thought maybe I would watch TV, but I found my cable had not been hooked up yet and all I got was local stations, no cable, and the stupid thing came in fuzzy and noisy.

I was also hungry because I had not eaten since breakfast with my cousins that morning. Hunger and boredom is a pretty bad combo, especially for me because I am really impatient and hyper, and all though I am little, I love to eat, with only my speedy metabolism burning off all the excess calories I consume. So that first evening on my own in my new apartment was shaping up as a major disaster.

Finally, I broke down and went across the hall to the longhaired weirdo’s place. What’s the worst he could be I thought? A rapist? Well, getting raped by Mr. Nineteen-Seventy would be more interesting than staying inside my room all night with nothing to do and he just might have some food for me.

“Hi! It’s me, Abbey!” I greeted him in one of my cutest voices when he opened the door.

“We meet again, Abbey,” he said, looking kind of surprised to see me.

“I was just thinking that since I don’t have a key to the outside door yet, and the manager never showed up to give me one… well maybe I could borrow your key for a little while so I could go out and get some groceries and stuff.”

“Well Abbey I’d love to help you out, but I’m planning on going out after awhile myself.”

“I guess that means you’ll be needing the key and everything then, huh?”

“Yes, I will. But if it’s groceries you need why don’t you come on inside and help yourself to some of mine. My ‘fridge is stocked full. I’m sure you’ll find something you like.”

He opened the door for me. I hesitated for a second. He was wearing baggy shorts and a torn old shirt. His hair hadn’t been combed properly, and he kind of looked disgusting. Again, I was probably thinking about how he looked at me. Oh he really liked me, I knew that much. And of course to me that meant only one thing – little prick.

Finally I shrugged and walked into his apartment. It was a lot bigger than mine and faced down the hill with a good view of the city. My view faced a couple of garbage bins. I was a little bit envious of him. So I took a deep breath and let him lead me back through his apartment.

“The kitchen is back here,” he told me. “Just look inside my ‘fridge and take anything you like. Also my cupboards are full. Look around and take what you like.”

He pointed around the kitchen and opened up the door to his refrigerator. I peeked inside, but nothing looked good to me. I wouldn’t have bought anything he did. Then I looked into a couple of his opened cupboards, but again I had no luck. Nothing looked good standing in this guy’s kitchen.

“No?” he asked me. “Can’t find anything you like?”

“Well…” I didn’t want to be rude. I was never rude to people, my daddy had taught me better, but get real guy I thought, you don’t have a thing a person like me would want.

“At least have a glass of wine. I’ve had this bottle chilling all day. It should be pretty good. I was just about to pop the cork.”

“Well…” I said fiddling around impatiently with a long blonde curl that had fallen in my face. 

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“We meet again, Abbey,” I said, feeling hopeful surprise when I saw her at my door.

A myriad of possibilities floated through my mind when she gave me that cute smile. She wanted my key to the outside door. Dumb blonde that she was she had no idea that I had six extra sets and could easily have given her one. I lied and told her I was about to go out, but was rather proud of myself for thinking fast and offering her provisions from my kitchen as a ploy to get her to come inside.

I could see that she hesitated for a moment before deciding to take the plunge into my apartment. I knew she thought I was a loser. She was a Princess, and girls like her always thought that about me. Then however, her hunger and boredom got the better of her and she was moving across my carpeting and following me to my kitchen. 

I caught her looking around my apartment; staring from beneath her shaggy blonde curls. The ditz was actually jealous of my place because it was larger and had a better view than hers did. Well, she could probably afford one as good after awhile if she really decided to become a stripper.

She stuck up her nose at everything I had to offer. Nothing I had was good enough for her. I opened my refrigerator door and my cupboard doors. She inspected everything with a haughty gaze but accepted nothing. I think she was probably pretty sickened by what I had only because it belonged to me, and not because she found it against her liking.

However, her hunger and boredom were my big allies, and I was counting on them to give me assistance when I asked her to stay for a glass of wine.

“Well…” she said pulling nervously at a blonde curl that hung over her face.

“Come on!” I urged her in my most confident voice. “Give it a try!” And I poured her a big glass of the red wine and took our two glasses and the bottle out to my deck that had the good view I knew she was impressed by. 

She shyly followed me out to the deck and breathed in the semi fresh air of the city. I took a seat and looked off at the lights of the city, many of them just now coming on in the Saturday twilight. She reached down and picked up the glass I had poured for her. I tried to be nonchalant about the whole scene, but I could tell she was staring with some curiosity at the interesting view of my deck.

“How is it, Abbey?” I asked her after she had taken a cautious sip.

“It’s good,” she told me.

“How’s the view?” I asked.

“Pretty nice.”

“There’s a vacant apartment upstairs with an even better view. You should have rented it.”

“I couldn’t have afforded it.”

“Are you a student?”

“Yes. An art student.”

“What kind of an artist are you?”

“I draw.”

“Are you any good at it?”

“My dad always told me I was.”

“What is it that you draw?”

“People mostly,” she said taking another sip of her wine. “Different parts of people.”

“Which parts?”

“I drew my daddies hand one time. He has these really nice and strong hands. Then another time I drew my friend’s leg. She has beautiful leg’s, but everyone said I drew them even better than the real thing.”

This line of conversation gave me an idea, and I decided to plunge deeper into it. “How about your boyfriend?” I asked trying to sound innocent. “What part of him do you like to draw?”

She gave a little laugh, and I thought this covered up the first genuine smile I’d seen her give me. She started to answer but then caught herself and took another sip of her wine. More lights were coming on in the distance, and she pulled up a chair to sit down next to me, the excitement of the city compelling her to stay.

I let everything hang for a minute because she was settled down for the first time and being a half way decent person. She was just staring out at the city nightlife, hypnotized by all the lights. I looked at her for a long second, and decided she was pretty for a little bitch.

“If you were going to draw a part of me what part would it be, Abbey?” I ventured.

She shook her head, hiding her face behind the half empty wine glass. “I don’t know you. I don’t know what your special part is.”

She had opened the door for me on that one. So, without further prolonging the suspense I reached into my pants and withdrew my ten-inch salami. Was she ever surprised!

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So I decided to accept a glass of wine from the guy. The wine really looked good. The only thing good he had in his apartment other than the view I was thinking.

Then before I knew it he was not only pouring the wine but; walking outside his apartment to the deck as he poured it. The deck was nice so I followed him out there. He handed me the glass and took a seat, looking out at his view. I really didn’t like it that he had such a good view and mine sucked. How was that fair? 

Anyway, I enjoyed his view as I sipped his wine. The wine was good, and the view was super. After the day I’d had the wine put a buzz on me faster than it normally would have. I must tell you that being a small girl I can’t drink much with out getting buzzed.

He got me to talking, and I was starting to relax. Somehow he got me to talk about my drawing. I remember that I told him about drawing daddy’s hands.

Then he asked me about my boyfriend. Wrong subject in a major way, and the guy went back to being a looser with me just when I had started to bring him up a notch. All my friends back home told me people up here in the city were rude. Rude and weird is what they said most of them were. Well, I guess this guy had just given me a good example of that. 

I didn’t even answer him. I wasn’t ready to leave yet so I just kind of laughed and looked off at the bright lights of the city. Most of those lights were just starting to come on, and I bet I could have counted a million of them. The buzz I had from the wine made everything seem brighter and I took another tiny sip.




Opposite Neighbors



“What part of me would you like to draw?” he asked me all of a sudden.

I didn’t want to talk to him anymore and thought I would be leaving in about two minutes. “I don’t know you well enough to draw you,” I told him, trying to still be polite to him.

Suddenly the guy reached inside his sweat pants – and oh my god! He pulled out the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life. This thing was huge. Positively huge! I just stood and stared at it. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

“I’ll let you draw this if you want,” he said.

Normally I am a really confident, self-assured person, and know what I ought to say to people. But I couldn’t talk right then. I couldn’t even look him in the face. I could only look at one part of him.

“Hey Abbey, I’ll make a deal with you,” he continued. “I’ll let you draw me, and you let me take a few pictures of you. See that’s what I’m into – photography, now does that sound like a deal or what?”

“That thing you’ve got there is really-really big,” I told him.

“Why don’t you pour yourself another glass of wine? I’ll bring you a couple of pencils and some paper and we’ll get started,” he said.

He got up and left. I didn’t know what to do. This guy was hung; I couldn’t hold that against him anymore. And he was kind of cute in a dirty sort of way I guess. I poured a big old glass of wine and downed half of it in one swallow.

When he came back he had taken off his pants completely and was letting his thing dangle down between his legs. He set down a big tablet of paper in front of me and handed me two pencils. Then he sat down and began yanking on his thing.

“Hold it out so I can see it better,” I told him taking a seat and picking up the paper.

“You want it like this?” he asked holding it out before him with both hands like it was a snake or something else gross. 

“Yeah, that’s pretty good,” I told him, still staring. “ Now just hold it like that and give me about ten minutes.” I started to draw his dick. After I got into it a little I realized I really wanted to get his dick down on my paper. God, since I didn’t have a boyfriend now I could probably take one look at that thing and get myself off pretty good.

Finally the time was up and I presented him with the drawing I had made. I think it was really good. I got the lines, and the veins, the hood at the top, and the meat around the base. I even got the dark color. I was a good artist and this was a good sketch of this guy’s dick.

“Yeah, that’s me all right,” he said taking the page in his hand and looking at it carefully. “Nice job, Abbey.”

“Thank you,” was all I could stammer, and was starting to think about leaving again.

“Have fun?” he asked.

“Well…I guess,” I really felt buzzed now and didn’t know what the guy wanted me to say.

“My turn,” he said.

“Your turn?” I asked.

“A deals a deal. You draw my dick and I take pictures of you. Remember?”

“Oh yeah. All right.”

He got up and left for a minute. I found myself still watching his long thing swinging between his legs as he walked off the deck. Then he was back with his camera. I had hoped he would put his pants back on, but no such luck. In fact, it might have been my spinning head imagining it, but was that thing getting a little bigger now?

“I take nudes, Abbey. Can you get undressed for me,” he said.

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When I popped the meat out of my pants all poor little Abbey did is stare at it. My plan was starting to work I thought. She didn’t run away. All she did is stared like she had never seen one before. Well, maybe not one in my size.

I explained to her she could draw me if I could take pictures of her. She seemed a little befuddled by the wine I had given her and didn’t really give me a clear answer. She just stared down between my legs.

“Pour yourself some more wine, Abbey,” I told her. “I’ll get you something to draw me with and be right back.” I went and looked for some paper and pencils back in my apartment. I stepped fully out of my pants now. Finally I found a pad of writing paper next to my computer and a couple of old pencils. But I figured this was probably more than enough for Abbey to capture the moment.

When I came back Abbey was still staring at me, but she accepted the pencils I gave her and I set the pad of paper down on a table at her side. Sitting back in one of my reclining chairs I reached down and played with my dick for her. I had it doing somersaults and flip-flops and this had the desired effect.

She sat down now for the first time and took up the writing paper. “God that thing is huge!” she exclaimed. I spanked myself a little harder, and I could see this irritated her. “Hold it out for me and keep it still so I can get it down right,” she said.

I did as I was told and took myself in both hands and held it out to her. She began drawing. The sketching took about ten minutes. This was somewhat of a bore, but I put up with it knowing part two of my plan was coming up.

Finally she was finished. She handed me the piece of paper she had drawn me on, and I knew she was proud of herself. I didn’t think the marks across the page looked like my cock. They looked more like the scribbling of a grade school kid attempting to draw a flagpole. But I had to be nice during this part, and so after I carefully examined the sketch I gave it my rave approval.

“Now wait there, Abbey,” I said. “It’s my turn now. I’ll be back with my camera.”

My camera was on the table in the front room next to my computer. Actually I had three other cameras tucked back inside the apartment, but for inside and dim lighting, this first camera I came across would be the one I could count on.

I came back to Abbey and I could see she was getting ready to leave, but I put a damper on that plan. “Hey now just lie back there Abbey. I do nude photography. So I need you to take your clothes off for a minute while I shoot you.”

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“Take my clothes off!” I yelled at him.

“Now Abbey I just let you draw a picture of my dick. You said I could take a few pictures of you. Come on, what’s the big deal?”

“Well…” I said and wanted to come up with a good argument, but my mind was already too buzzed on the wine and nothing came to me. I just thought about it for a second and played with that hair always hanging down over my face.

“How about just my boobs?” I asked him.

“No offense Abbey, but you are small chested,” He said. “The whole idea behind nude photography is to capture the whole body without anything on. Even if you keep your socks on it ruins the image I’m after.”

“I’ve never done this before…I mean let a guy take pictures of me like that.”

“It’s fun. Hey, I thought it was fun having my cock sketched. Give it a try. It’ll just take five minutes. Then we’ll open another bottle of wine and count the lights of the city.”

“Well I guess…” I said. So I reached down to my T-shirt and pulled it up over my head. I really don’t know what I was thinking. I probably wasn’t thinking anything. I was getting wasted, and I couldn’t keep my eyes from going back down to the thing between his legs.

I had on an undershirt beneath the first shirt. I think it had some kind of a cute slogan on it, but I forget what it said exactly. I left that on while I loosen my shorts and pulled them off. Then I reached down to untie my shoes and take off my socks. That left me in my undershirt and pink panties.

“Can we just do it like this?” I asked, half pleading.

“No. It’s all got to go.”

I pulled up on my undershirt, giving up the argument. Throwing my shirt aside with the other clothes I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of my panties and pulled them down past my ankles and kicked out of them. I was naked in front of the weird guy. He was a lucky guy, and I hope he knew it. There were about fifty boys back home that would have done anything I asked to get me in this same position.

“That’s good. Now just lie back and relax,” he said and his camera began flashing. 

He walked around me and got me from several different angles. I relaxed like he told me to and looked back out at the lights. They were really pretty and I actually felt good at that moment. There was a nice breeze coming onto the deck and it blew my hair back and felt good.

Then he moved up closer to me, and kneeled down at the foot of my chair. “Now move your legs apart for me,” I heard him say, or something like that. I really don’t know what he said, because now my eyes had gone back to his thing. Only it had changed from when I watched it last two minutes before. It was super sized now, and standing straight out and pointed at me.

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“Take my clothes off!” Abbey yelped at me. “I don’t want to take my clothes off!”

“Now Abbey,” I tried soothing her. “This is art photography. I just let you sketch my dick. It’s your turn to let me take pictures of you.”

“Well… I guess I could… but…”

“No ‘buts’, this’ll just take about five minutes. Then I’ll get us another glass of wine and we can unwind by watching the city after hours.”

Slowly she reached up taking her T-shirt off over her head. She had on some dumb undershirt that said something smart on it. I thought how typical this was. Then she removed her shorts and kicked out of her shoes and socks. She had on pink panties. Her little legs were nicely tanned and well shaped. She gave me a pleading little look because she didn’t want to undress any further, but I persisted, and soon she was pulling down the pink panties and throwing them on the floor with the rest of her things, her undershirt came off and she was in the all together right in front of me.

“You have a very nice body, Abbey,” I complemented her. This was the truth; she did have a nice firm little body. And I could feel the start of a major boner bring my cock up off my leg and sailing into the air.

For a few minutes I walked around her and snapped some simple but rather nice pictures of her reclining back on the chair. The wind was blowing her hair around, and at times it fell over her tits, but hell they were pretty small and so the shots didn’t miss much.

I knelt in front of her, and my cock was now pointing right between her firm little thighs. “Hey Abbey, I want you to spread your legs for me so I can get some shots of your pussy.”

She didn’t answer me. I don’t even think she heard me. She was just staring at my hard on. I don’t know if I scared her or fascinated her. Probably a little of both, but the look on her oh so cute face was priceless.

I shrugged out of my shirt now and joined her, sitting on the chair next to her in my birthday suit. My cock transfixed her, and I brought it up to her. She reached out and placed a tentative hand around its base. Then I threw a leg over the other side of the chair and was straddling on top of her, one leg on each side, my boner still held firmly in her hand.

“Put it in your mouth, Abbey,” I said.

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“Spread your legs,” he told me again. Then he reached up and took off his shirt. Now we were both naked. This had gone too far for me – way too far. But that big thing he had made me not want to turn back. He seemed to want to fuck me, and well I wanted to fuck his dick, so we kind of had something in common.

He sat down next to me. I reached down and took a hold of his cock. He got up and climbed over me. The cock was about two inches from my face now. This guy had a horses cock. I couldn’t believe it, and he liked me. This was really interesting.

“If I give you head you won’t come in my mouth will you?” I asked him.

“I promise not to come in your mouth, Abbey,” he said in a conceited voice that I didn’t like too well. The guy was hung and knew it, but god he didn’t have to be so gross about it.

Then I opened my mouth closed my eyes and pulled him forward. He tasted different from the other guys I’d gone down on at home, not bad, just different. There was no way I was going to fit that monster all the way back in my throat and I wasn’t even going to try. I licked around the head and swallowed about half of it back into my mouth. My tongue tasted the under side of it, and I began to move my head back and forth. I give a really good blow job, and I was getting into this. Again, I hope this guy knew how lucky he was.

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She took me in her mouth after making me promise not to come. She licked me a little, but was rather timid in how much of my pole she would swallow. She gave only an average blow job, but I hadn’t had one in a while so I just stood above her and enjoyed the cool breeze and relaxed as she slid me in and out of her mouth.

I finally took my dick out of her mouth, and we were still attached as a long line of her saliva ran from my tip back onto her tongue. This seemed to bother her and she reached up and struggled with it for a few seconds to disengage us.

I wedged myself down in the seat with her and we sat for a good ten minutes and looked out at the now fully dark city and all those lights. I drank some more wine and re filled her glass. She drank with me, and thankfully she kept quiet during this interlude. I say thankfully because I think her high-pitched little voice would have ruined the mood I was in just then. But she said nothing and only watched the night skyline with me.

I reached down and begin stroking myself back to full mast. She helped me in this endeavor, her little hands running up and down my length. Soon I was pointing up at the stars. I patted her on the shoulder.

“Why don’t you hop up here and let me take you for a ride, Abbey,” I told her.

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I deep throated him to the best of my ability, but god I don’t think this guy had ever really been deep throated. Hey, I mean he was just too big. I licked all around him, and got a good idea of what he tasted like. Then I stopped, feeling my mouth starting to go numb.

He pulled back from me and sat down in the seat with me. The chair was only made for one person, but I’m not too big so we easily fit there together. He poured me some more wine, and I was very happy about this. I really liked that wine, and was still getting a good buzz from it.

For a long time, maybe an hour, I don’t know, we just sat there together and watched the big city lights. I really felt happy that I had chosen to move up here then, and this was kind of a good moment, even though at times I’d still look down at his big thing and kind of freak.

His dick was getting a little droopy so I reached down and helped him feel it back up to the big monster that had been in my mouth. He put his arm around me, and the wind blew that hair into my face again. Then I felt him kind of give me a gentle little push.

“Want a ride?” he asked me.

I looked at his face. Yeah, his face was weird all right. Then I looked at the thing. “Well I don’t know,” is how I answered him, but I already knew I was going for it.

“Come on, Abbey, hop on up here,” he said. “Tell you what turn around to the view and you can still see the lights while I take you for the ride. How’s that?”

“Oh, you mean like this,” I said, getting up off the chair and putting a leg over him. I turned around and my back was to him. He put his hands up around my waist and guided me back down to his lap. I just let him take over and rested my hands on my knees.

Pretty soon I felt the thing go in me. I sat back down and looked out at the lights. “Oooch!” I said as he went in me another few inches. I was good and wet so this didn’t hurt, it just felt as weird as the guy looked. “Wait a minute…wait a minute,” I called, turning around to him, as I slowly sat down all the way. Oh my god I think he put the whole thing in me! There was a new part of me deep inside that I’d never had a guy go to before, and he was pushing up in there now.

“You ready, Abbey?” he asked.

“Yeah…ok,” I said, and he started.

Oh man, he took me hard. I was trying to look out at the lights, but I couldn’t really concentrate on them. He started going back and forth inside me. I realized that the dampness in my pussy was increasing, and my butt was starting to swivel around in time to his rhythm.

At first it felt just really weird having him fuck me as I watched the city lights. Then it felt good and the lights seemed to come into better focus for me, a car horn honked out in the night, and I could hear an airplane droning away off in the distance. Then it started to feel great. I squeezed my eyes really tight and knew I was going to have an orgasm. Well how could I not have an orgasm with this guys cock in me? Ok, I didn’t like the guy, but I have to admit he was great.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I said in a loud whisper as I came and then quickly came again.

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“Turn around, Abbey,” I told her. “That way when we fuck you can still see the lights out there.”

She liked that idea and turned around to face the city and then lowered herself down to my lap. I held my dick up and she impaled herself down the shaft. She was pretty tiny and I know my size knocked all the air out of her at first, but she slid all the way down, and soon her little well tanned buns were sitting on my lap.

I took her by the hips and started to move in her. She was very wet and able to take each thrust. I slipped in and out of her tight little snatch easily and as I fucked her I laid back and enjoyed the view and the sex together. I liked this position and wasn’t able to hold back very much, even out of respect for her small size. I started banging her good. She was tight, and I appreciated what she lacked in the chest she made up for down here between those little legs. 

Our rhythm was fast, hard, and deep. She was crying out in a desperate whisper after about three minutes of this pace, and I felt her muscles contract around my cock and her pussy pour liquid from the walls as she had what I estimate to be four orgasms over the next ten minutes. 

After her last one I brought her back down, with my cock rammed up inside her. The fit was so tight and felt so good I really didn’t want to take her off, but I had other plans. 

“Are you happy you moved to the city, Abbey?” I asked her.

She was gasping for her breath. “Yes…” she got out between gasps.

I pushed her back up, and her legs bowed out as she came off me. I loved this. I had the little blonde bitch in my complete control. Now I scooted down a little on the chair and let my cock edge between her butt cheeks. I think she thought we were through. Well she had another think coming when she felt my hood, now wet from all of her orgasms, plunge inside her asshole. 

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I was too tired from moving that day, and the wine and the sex. I let him take charge, and I know he got a perverted thrill out of this. I was a little angry with this, but I just didn’t have the energy to stop him, and he was satisfying me, so I let him continue.

I kept waiting for him to come, but he never did. He pulled out of me and I thought maybe he was going to spray my back. Instead he just kind of slid down further between my legs and repositioned me above him.

What was he trying to do I wondered. Then I realized.

Oh no!!!!

The first thrust up my ass made me open my eyes wide and blow out a surprised gust of air from my lungs. “Umphhhhh!!!” I grunted. He couldn’t get too far in there. My little butt hole was just too tiny, but he was actually doing a pretty good job, and now he was starting to slide back and forth.

I looked out to the city lights as my new next-door neighbor fucked me up the ass and soon another wave of orgasmic spasms passed over my body, and I realized that I was grinding my butt back against his cock.




Opposite Neighbors



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I couldn’t go too deep inside her bud, but it was worth a try I thought. I even developed a kind of rhythm here and fucked her for a few more minutes. Soon I saw her butt rocking back and forth to meet my hammering, and I could tell she was experiencing yet another orgasm. All right, I thought, that’ll teach this small town girl to act like I’m a looser.

I reached over and took another swallow of my wine as I pounded her asshole. Then I finally pulled out of her and spanked her little butt cheeks with my by now wet cock.

“All right Abbey turn around here for a minute,” I told her.

She did as I told her. I stroked my dick, and she reached out to help me again. Soon I was coming onto her little titties. My come was white and strong and dripped off her tits in big globs. She continued to jack me off and bring spurt after spurt out of me and flying up to her chest.

“That’s one big dick you’ve got there neighbor,” she told me in her high pitched country voice.

“Can I do anything else for you, Abbey?” I asked feeling tired now that I had come and more than somewhat impatient with her.

“No,” she said. “I better get back to my apartment.”

She picked up her clothes and slowly started to get dressed. I just stayed naked and looked out at my view and had some more wine.

“See you around, Abbey,” I called to her as she made her way out of my apartment.

“Yeah, I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” she said as she left.

On the whole I liked my new neighbor. She was a cute little bitch, but she could have been worse. In fact she was pretty damned good. I fell asleep thinking about my photography and slept all night on the deck chair. 

Oh yes I’d be seeing Abbey again…

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Finally he got out of my ass and pulled me around to face him so he could jack off on me. 

I picked up my clothes and quickly got back into them. I know I must have looked really messy as I walked back through his apartment. I took one last look over my shoulder as I left, back at my new neighbor. He was definitely weird, but he had just given me the best sex I had ever experienced. That takes a lot for me to admit that, too. I didn’t like him, but at the same time he was really good.

I went back to my apartment and looked at the picture of his dick. I planned on getting a frame for this and putting it next to my bed. That night I went to sleep and slept like a little baby again. It felt good to be in the city.



Opposite of Topping from the bottom



A few months ago I met for lunch with a friend of mine at a nice local restaurant. The reason for the meeting was to have an exchange of ideas with a trusted fellow Dominant in the area. The lunch was good, but the conversation was better, and it did something all good conversations should do; caused Me to do a lot of soul searching afterwards. The topic of our discussion actually was a totally new one to Me and I wonder if it is as well to you, or if you have some place where I can read more about the topic.

Everyone has heard of "topping from the bottom" where a submissive takes control of the scene by making her desires the primary objective. Dominants learn of this online, long before they realize it is happening to them. The problem with this behavior is that it reduces the emotional link between the Dominant and the submissive because it erodes the roles and responsibilities of each partner in the D/s relationship.

The question therefore is; is there an opposite of Topping from the bottom, and if so what is it? Before you read further, let the question play in your mind for a while and try to define for yourself what that would be, then compare it (or debate it) with My opinion and let U/us all learn from each other.

Allow me to go at this a bit backwards before I give it the title We gave it and see if you agree. In a D/s or M/s relationship the Dominant's role is to take control of the situation and to ensure the submissive feels her submission and enjoys and basks in the release and joy of it. I equate it (since I come from the land of the Tango, the Milonga and the Cumparcita) to a great dance between two partners that have complete trust and confidence in each other. 

A good dance that gives both the pleasure and joy that they work for, requires that the Man take the lead and for the woman to follow. He picks the moves that will make her look the best in His arms, and she responds by giving into his lead and making the most of it. As He leads her, He focuses on both of T/them. He has the responsibility to find the boundaries of her movements and take her right to the edge, and somewhere in that dance give her the opportunity to push beyond to find even greater joy and mastery of her dance.

In the M/s and D/s relationship it is very much the same way. A Dominant has to focus on His role and carefully take the submissive through the various moves and scenes that will bring the best out of her; at the same time allowing her to test her boundaries and push further past them. The movement beyond her old limits allows her a twofold success: first she finds that she's far more capable of experiencing pleasure than she did before, and second she finds the enjoyment of knowing she pleased Him (even if at first or even throughout she felt uncomfortable or even uncertain).

It was exactly that understanding during Our conversation when it came to light that there are (or may be) some Dominants that won't properly lead Their submissive. Perhaps it is lack of confidence, or perhaps it is lack of experience, or maybe it is possibly even happening underneath His own conscious understanding of what is actually going on. 

To illustrate what I'm talking about let Me start with the definition of what gives a submissive her greatest joy; pleasing her Dominant. When a submissive fails to please her Dominant, regardless of how much pleasure she feels, it is somehow incomplete. Not trying to make light of it, but for Me it would be like a fine dining experience and finding out they did not serve coffee at the end. Still a good meal, but I'm not as happy about it as I would otherwise feel.

A Dominant that enters a scene, not to gain the most pleasure for Himself, but with the sole objective of doing whatever will cause his submissive to feel best, is approaching it (in My humble opinion) with the wrong frame of mind. Allow Me to illustrate in the following manner. A Dominant looks at His submissive and she looks a bit down and he decides that she'd enjoy a good spanking to bring her out of her funk. He pulls her over His knees and begins to properly work her out and looks for signals of her enjoyment. Remember, she's in a funk and most likely won't be all smiles at this point. He continues to spank her and still no feedback from her. Remember He went into this to make her happy and because she's in a bad mood she's not going to automatically switch to being in a good mood.

He continues to spank her and realizes that she's truly not enjoying it; what is He to do? He softly pats her on the back and tells her to get up. She looks at Him and realizes that He is not pleased. How does she feel now? Think about the situation for a moment and then continue; see if you agree with Me. 

I believe that at this point any submissive will not only still be in her funk, but she now has the added burden of having done the opposite of what brings her - even in the worst of times - the joy of her submission. He, even with the best of intentions, has failed to take the lead, and allow her to take the pleasure of following. He is now frustrated because she's in a worse funk than when He started this entire episode and remembers that old saying "...the way to hell, is paved with good intentions...". 

I think the better approach for Him to have taken would have been to decide what HE wanted, and allowed her to give Him that pleasure, thus adding to her, rather than to try to figure out what she would enjoy (Is anyone good at reading her mind?) and giving it to her. See the difference? While in both cases He is trying to help her feel better, in the first case He is trying to read her mind and giving her what He thinks she would want (in essence subbing from the Top). He could still accomplish the goal, but doing what His role demands of Him; take the lead. Even if the specific scene is not what she would want, the fact that she submitted to Him and felt His loving strength around her, gives her the comfort and love that will give her the strength she needs to get out of her funk.

This whole topic is new to Me, yet I see where there have been times where I acted in the way I described. I cheated My submissive from the superior feeling of her submission to Me. I, with all the good intentions in the world, lessened her completeness and it did not come to light until the conversation at lunch the other day. Now I realize, just like when we go dancing and it is unimaginable for Me not to take the lead, the same thing applies to our 24/7 D/s relationship. W/we are blessed with the pleasure of being married, yet at the same time we have to be very careful because the old habits of 8 years of marriage creep into our D/s life and keep U/us from fully enjoying what W/we have. I lead, she follows; W/we both do it because of the strength of O/our characters and that which helps U/us feel complete: Dominance for Me, submission for her.

As always, please leave Me your thoughts and opinions.



Opposite Worlds Ch. 01



As always:

Thanks to "alpineskier" for editing.
Thanks to "Doc" for story advice.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!)

Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter

A young couple is walking down the halls of the art museum. They are both graduating from State college in a month. He is graduating Suma Cum Laude with a degree in engineering and her with a degree in teaching. They are celebrating their four year anniversary of being boyfriend and girlfriend. He has always enjoyed art and she fell in love with it after he introduced it to her. They are nearing her favorite painting, an impressionist work of a couple on the verge of kissing. The young man reaches into his pocket for a small box. He went down to one knee.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes!" Her response echoed in the building as she fell upon him with tears of joy flowing down her cheeks.

Four years and one week earlier:

"C'mon Jason, one more good roll and this dragon is defeated."

"Nick, Adam, get prepared to storm the castle because this battle is over." Jason stood, flung his arm forward, and let the die roll.

In unison the three boys cheered, "Yes!" Hi five slaps went around. A midst the celebration, Jason peered through the cafeteria and saw an all too familiar scene, and it wasn't the fact no one was looking in his general direction despite the table's outburst. No. Right outside the cafeteria was Tiffany, Candice, Chelsea, and Allison. All members of the cool clique of the senior class and they were encircling their victim of the day. A position he found himself in far too often.

It apparently was his complete nerd exterior they found revolting. If it wasn't his superhero t-shirts and baggy shorts which he wore religiously or his black unkept hair that was never styled, it was his role-playing or chess prowess that was ammunition for his ridicule.

"Guys, we'll have to finish this quest tomorrow." Jason started walking away.

"Where are you going?" Nick asked.

"We still have ten minutes of lunch." Adam added.

Jason kept going. Normally he would do nothing, not wanting to incur the wrath of those deviants himself. This was different. They were near the sophomore lockers and he had a good idea who it was they were verbally berating. 

Jessica was a slender with flat brown hair. Her body was still transitioning from girl to woman and it still looked a little awkward. 

"Excuse me." Jason made his way through the teens surrounding his sister. It was one thing to make fun of him, at least he was their age, but quite another to go after his younger sister.

"Hey dork, this doesn't concern you." Tiffany, the blonde headed leader of the mob and captain of the cheerleaders harshly responded to my intrusion. "Unless you want it to." She added with a smile.

Jason faced Jessica and lifted her head so their eyes met. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, but couldn't prevent a few tears from cascading down her cheeks.

"Go on to your next class. I'll take care of this." Jason then turned to face the oppressors as Jessica made her way out of the area.

"So, since you can't date someone your own age, you figure you can score with a sophomore, huh nerd?" Tiffany scowled, then added, "Cradle robber."

"Cradle robber! Cradle robber!" The other girls began chanting.

"She's my sister." Jason defended, even though he knew they didn't care.

"Ooh, so you're into incest cradle robbing."

"Hey Tiffany, is this geek bothering you?" Steve, Tiffany's muscle bound jock boyfriend interrupted.

"Oh Steve, glad you're here." Tiffany leaned in and kissed him. "This dweeb here ruined my fun while I was toying with an underclassman."

"Is that so?" 

Steve followed that up by shoving Jason hard into the lockers and he landed on his knees. The group disbanded, laughing. The last was Chelsea, a curly shoulder length red haired beauty.

"Chelsea." Jason muttered.

Chelsea didn't answer, but didn't walk away either.

"I know the real you and this isn't it." Jason stood up. "Are you sure this is who you want to be?" Without waiting for a reply, Jason walked away.

Chelsea was frozen. Her mind stuck on what he said. Who am I and who do I want to be? Then her thoughts drifted to the tall lanky kid. He says he knows me. How? I don't even know his name. The bell interrupted her. She hadn't moved. Hell, she was still standing mid stride like a statue. Why were his words bothering her so much? She shook her head and brushed away a curl of hair from her face and headed toward class.

The next week, Chelsea was her normal cheery and bubbly self, when with her friends. However, when the teachers were lecturing or she was supposed to be working on an assignment, she would constantly hear the lanky kid's words. It was as if a CD was stuck on repeat and it would play over and over again. How does he know? She had to do something. She had to talk to him. Somewhere her classmates don't hang out. That would kill her popularity she worked hard to get in the four years since her family moved to this town.

After school, Chelsea surveyed the groups of teens outside. She spotted her mark talking to a slightly chubby blonde haired boy dressed in similar attire as her target, except his shirt said something about X-men and her aim was for the guy in the shirt that had a sasquatch on it that said Chewbacca. She walked toward the two boys, acting as if she did not see them. She ran straight into him and dropped her purse.

"Watch where you're going?" Chelsea announced. She bent down to pick up the contents that spilt from her purse. "Look at the mess you made."

Jason bent down to help her. "I think you ran into me. I wasn't even moving." He gathered a few of the scattered items: lipstick, a folded piece of paper, a vial of pills, and a pair of sunglasses. "Are you alright?" He asked as he handed her the small pile.

Chelsea grabbed her possessions from Jason's hand, minus the piece of paper. She tried to convey her apologies with her big green eyes, then got up and stormed off toward her yellow Volkswagon beetle.

"Hey, you forgot this!" Jason called out, but Chelsea kept going.

"Wow, that was weird." Adam spoke after a moment. "She totally blamed you for her accidentally running into you."

Jason opened the folded paper. "I'm not sure that was an accident. Here look at this."

"All it says is Shenanigan's at 3:30. It's got to be a set up. Why would Chelsea freaking Pollack, one of the hottest girls in our class, the girl you've been pining over since 8th grade, want you to go all the way across town to a steak place when the best place for a steak is Oscars only 3 miles away?"

"Looks like I'll find out at Shenanigan's at 3:30." Jason finished by lightly punching Adam in the arm. "I got to go if I'm going to drop Jessica off at home before I head to the restaurant. I'll see you tomorrow." Jason headed to his 10 year old white and rusty escort.

"Tomorrow? You better call me tonight!" Adam shouted to his departing friend.

Chelsea arrived with 10 minutes to spare, got a table for two, and ordered a coke. She tried to organize her thoughts and plan what she wanted to say. Those two sentences he said to her were still echoing in her head and seemed to prove that he knew more about her than even her best friend Tiffany did. Who is he, how does he know, and , most of all, can he keep it a secret? She looked at her phone, 3:40. Another question hit her. Will he show up? "I'll give him 10 more minutes."

Jason arrived 15 minutes late. He spotted her easily in the near empty establishment. She was playing a game on her phone when he slid into the booth across from her, causing her to jump a little in her seat.

"I apologize for being late, Chelsea. When I dropped my sister off, my mom gave me the third degree on why I was going to miss dinner."

"Oh, you're here, um... Please forgive me, but what's your name?"

"It's Jason. Jason Akers."

"Sorry." Chelsea blushed.

"No worries. Not many people want to know my name."

Chelsea squirmed uneasily in her seat at that realization. The words that she had rehearsed for a week now seemed to have escaped her.

Noticing her discomfort, Jason started. "Don't fret, I'm the one who needs someone to pinch me to prove I'm not dreaming."

"Why is that?"

"Oh come on, I'm having dinner at a restaurant with Chelsea Pollack."Jason shook his head. "A beautiful and intelligent girl, one of the elite of the school, in my opinion the best of the elite, without words, food, or fists being thrown my way."

"Sorry for my part in any of that." Chelsea took a drink from her beverage. "Why did you call me the best?"

"Because your eyes betray your words." Jason said matter-of-factly. "When Steve, Tiffany, or anybody else taunts, there appears to be a fire, a passion of hatred in their eyes and they seem to foam at the mouth when they seethe their venom. You, however, only spew garbage when encouraged by the others. It is said with almost a remorseful tone and there is compassion in your eyes. You are very different.

"You figured all that about me from how I talk?"

"From how you talk and your body language. You can learn a plethora of information about somebody based on those factors. But here is my question to you. Am I correct?"

Chelsea hesitated briefly, but discerned this is exactly why she invited him here. Honesty with full disclosure. She nodded, to ashamed to verbally admit it.

"Then why do you do it Chelsea?" Jason understood this was his chance to dissect the reasons someone would humiliate another person. With this knowledge, he may at least be able to curb an onslaught.

"I have a brother, Phillip, who is eight years older than me. He was treated horribly in high school and I didn't want to be like him. I met Tiffany and we became friends. Why haven't you tried to lift tour status? You can't possibly enjoy being tormented."

"I don't feel I'm being tormented."

"Huh?" Chelsea was astonished.

"I am perfectly happy with who I am. I know what I like, what I dislike, and it doesn't matter what anybody has to say about it. I don't care. And besides, I know I cannot belittle someone for no reason. I know how that feels and it is not right."

The two sat for almost two hours discussing the schools social power structure and why Jason could care less.

Jason pulled out his wallet. "I had a great time tonight Chelsea. Thanks for inviting me." He pulled out two twenties and laid them down on the check.

"You're welcome, but what are you doing?"

"Paying the bill. Why?"

"I invited you. I should pay, or at least go half."

Jason chuckled. "This may be my only time while in high school I can be a gentleman and pay for a girl's dinner. It is my honor to treat you."

On the way out, Jason held open the door for Chelsea at the entrance and at her car before the two finally said their farewells.

For the rest of the evening, Chelsea kept thinking about Jason and their conversation. He spoke with such conviction, she began to doubt her methods. He was happy and he didn't care. Could she be that free? She was also impressed with how much confidence he exuded. He was passionate and charming and even paid for the meal. Usually on her dates she has to put in something, and no one ever held open the door for her. Jason was a true gentleman.

The next morning, Chelsea decided she wanted to dress a little better than her normal tight jeans and form fitting v-neck shirts. She chose a yellow sundress that really extenuates her legs with spaghetti straps going over the shoulders. To go with it, she picked out some heeled sandals. She knew she couldn't talk to Jason, let alone go up to him, but if he could look her way, just once, it would be worth it.

Jason sat at his normal lunch table next to a teen who had pitch black hair and was wearing a grey t-shirt and black shorts. He and Nick were preparing to have their characters do their part in the upcoming castle siege when Adam joined them.

"Alright Jason, spill it." Adam demanded.

A very shocked Nick looked on with curiosity. "What are we talking about? What happened?"

"Nothing happened." Jason chirped.

"Do you believe this guy?" Adam pointed at Jason while looking at Nick. "He goes out with Chelsea Pollack and says nothing happened."

"Chelsea Pollack! You mean Jason had a date with THE Chelsea Pollack?" Nick sat mouth agape.

"It wasn't a date. It was more of a meeting. Now let's play." Jason said hoping to finalize the topic.

"I think I speak for Adam as well when I say good luck taking Lord Caldron's castle by yourself because I'm not rolling one die until we hear something." In unison Nick and Adam set everything down and stared at Jason.

Jason knew he was defeated. "Fine, you guys win, but there's not much to tell. Like I said, it was more of a meeting.

After a quick synopsis of what transpired, Nick shook his head. "That's it? Did you at least try to kiss her?"

"No, it wasn't like that. Now let's play." Jason was insistent.

Adam leaned back in his chair with a smile like the Cheshire cat. "I can't believe you had a date with Chelsea Pollack."

You guys are hopeless." Jason concluded.

Chelsea finally made it through the long line with her slice of pizza. She looked in the direction where Jason sat habitually. He was in a heated debate while rolling dice. She gazed a little longer until he looked up. He saw her. She couldn't help but smile and offered a quick wave. She suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach. Mission accomplished. Jason gave a head nod in reply and was oblivious to the argument Adam and Nick were enthralled in about how to defeat the security force their characters were faced with. Unfortunately, Jason wasn't the only one who notice Chelsea's entrance.

"What the hell Chelsea?" Chelsea awoke from her reverie to find Tiffany storming her way. "Do you know what I heard from Matt Harding in 1st period?"

Chelsea offered her friend a smile. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh my God, it's true, isn't it?" Tiffany took a step back to take a good look. "The dress, you wore that dress for him. And that wave a moment ago." She looked in the direction it was placed to see Jason watching the scene intently. "That was for him too, wasn't it?

"What are you talking about?" Chelsea responded hoping to diffuse her friend's short fuse.

"Oh don't play coy with me. Matt said he saw you and that nerd over there where he works last night. He said you were there for two hours together. Now today, you're smiling and flirting with him. You're crushing on a dork. This can't happen." Tiffany leaned in and began to whisper. "You're going to end this. Today. Right now. Go over there and dump your lunch on him, then come back to our table and we'll share mine, okay?" She ended in a high squeaky voice that only dogs and teenage girls can hear and walked back to her table. She started talking to the group, staring down Chelsea the entire time.

Chelsea slowly made her way through the cafeteria with her lunch in hand. Every couple steps she kept looking back at Tiffany and her evil grin kept getting wider. She finally reached Jason and gave one more glance at Tiffany. Tiffany nodded, encouraging her to continue. Chelsea turned back to face Jason. Her slice of pizza felt like it weighed 10 pounds. Her hands became fidgety.

"Hi Chelsea." Jason scooted back his chair and stood, fearing the worst. "Let me get this for you." He grabbed the tray and set it down on the table. Then a unified gasp erupted in the cafeteria as Jason hugged Chelsea. He then whispered in her ear. "This isn't you, but if want it to be, push me away and hit me hard in the face. By the way I love the dress. You look breathtakingly amazing in it."

At that moment, Chelsea knew her decision. She pushed Jason away. Jason closed his eyes, expectant of a forceful attack. And it was forceful. Chelsea brought both hands to his face as her lips met Jason's with force and passion. A stunned Jason opened his eyes. To his bewilderment, Chelsea was kissing him. In an instant, he kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her lithe body.

"Alright, alright, break it up you two." Mr. Carpenter, the vice principal, put his hands on their shoulders. "Or I'm going to have to give both of you detention."

The embrace ended and Chelsea looked over the three boys. "Do you mind if I sit with you guys?"

Nick and Adam didn't make a sound as both of their eyes were as wide as saucers.

Jason pulled out a chair for her. "Absolutely."

As Chelsea sat, her eyes locked with Tiffany's one more time. Tiffany put her finger to the side of her throat, slid it across the front and mouthed "You're so dead."

Chelsea felt a twinge of fear and looked at Jason. He smiled at her and moved closer so he could put his arm around her. Her fear dissipated and a sense of security engulfed her as if this was exactly where she should be.

News travels fast and the scene in the cafeteria was no exception. Jason was congratulated and got several pats on his back from people who never uttered a single word to him. Chelsea, however, was bombarded by questions like "How could you?" and "What were you thinking?"

Chelsea was deep in thought. "I should have expected the worst." She began recalling how Phillip was treated so harshly. But he turned out fine. College degree, married, two kids, a house, a job; living the American dream. Still, preparing for the worst and living through the worst are two totally different scenarios.

"So that's it. The tour of Casa de Akers is over." Jason escorted Chelsea into his room. "Like I said, not much, just the three bedrooms and bath up here and the living room, kitchen, and utility room downstairs and the pool out back." Jason sat on the edge of his bed while Chelsea familiarized herself with his room.

"So, you like Star Wars, huh?" She examined his collection of memorabilia. "Nice sword collection."

"They're lightsabers, and yes, the Star Wars saga is great. I won't get all nerdy on you, but at the heart of the films is the basic human emotion of love."

"I want to thank you." Chelsea turned and sat down next to Jason.

"For what?" Jason looked in her eyes.

"For saving me." Chelsea put her hand on Jason's thigh. "You were right about me and in the time since lunch today, I am happier with myself than I have been since I moved here. And for the first time, I want to do this for a guy instead of feeling obligated to." Chelsea shifted her weight toward Jason and began stroking Jason's bulge through his pants.

"You don't have to do this." Jason moaned out.

"I know. I want to do this." Chelsea moved closer and unzipped Jason's pants.

Jason grabbed her by the wrist, not allowing it to continue. "Chelsea, I'm honored you want to do this with me, but intimacy is something I do not take lightly. If we proceed, even in the smallest degree, I would want to be in a relationship. If you are not prepared for that, please stop."

Chelsea was taken by surprise. Nobody she has been with told her no before. It was always the exact opposite. But here was Jason doing precisely that. "Are you telling me you don't want to have sex?"

"I've waited 18 years for the time to make love to a woman, not have sex with one. I want that connection a relationship brings to the experience and I don't want it when my dad is going to be home in a half hour and Jessica downstairs watching TV. "

Chelsea sat back and peered in Jason's eyes. She knew he was serious. For the first time, a boy was not looking at her with lust and pushing her head in his lap. No, Jason's eyes were viewing her as if she should be revered. To him, she was angelic being, one to behold and treasure. At that moment, she knew that in just two days, she was in love. Something she thought she was in a few times before, but it was never like this.




Opposite Worlds Ch. 01



Chelsea tackled Jason to the bed and stated to passionately kiss him to convey all her feelings for him. His hands went to her waist and he began to reciprocate the act. Their tongues darted between their mouths and tangled with each other with fervor and hunger. Time stood still with their embrace. They were one. Chelsea disengaged their kiss, bringing Jason's lower lip with her briefly. 

"So sex, I mean making love is out until you are head over heels for me?" Chelsea gave a loving smile. "I can wait, but that doesn't mean I can't please my man." Chelsea started grinding into Jason, quickly bringing his arousal to full capacity. A light teasing game happened. As Jason tried for harder contact by raising his hips, Chelsea pulled higher, keeping his manhood begging. She reached a point where she became desperate with need. She dropped on him. If it wasn't for the clothing barrier, she would have been impaled. On impact her pelvis moved in a circular motion. Jason's cock was twitching. It seemed to follow her pussy as if a magnet were attached. Chelsea's head flew back as she changed her pattern again. This time it was a high impact up and down grind the full length of Jason's shaft. Jason was thrusting with power at this new movement. The bed creaked and banged against the wall with their momentum.

"Oh God Jason, I'm cumming." Chelsea put her hand over mouth to muffle her scream.

"Me too." Jason groaned.

"I was wondering whose car was in the driveway." A third voice added. "I hope I'm not interrupting."



Opposite Worlds Ch. 02



As always:

Thanks to "Alpineskier" for editing.

Thanks to "Doc" for story ideas.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!)

Chapter 2: Meet the Parents

Tim Akers is 48 years old with black hair that is mixed with a little grey. He is above average in height and after years of work in a cramped cubicle, he has grown slightly overweight. It was evening, and he was in the process of taking off his tie while investigating the noise coming from his son's room. "I was wondering whose car was in the driveway. I hope I'm not interrupting."

"Oh crap, Dad." A wave of shock and embarrassment engulfed Jason and Chelsea. Chelsea quickly climbed off of Jason and sat on the edge of the bed, even though hiding underneath it seemed like a better option. So she wouldn't have to face Mr. Akers, she busied herself by trying to smooth out her dress. Jason sat up. He wished Chelsea didn't remove herself from his lap, as there was an ample amount of bodily fluids soaking through his beige shorts. "Dad... I... I..."

"Oh crap is right son." Tim said sternly. "Now I want you to get cleaned up and meet me in the living room. Both of you. You have five minutes." Tim turned and went downstairs. Half way down, he chuckled to himself, remembering a similar encounter he and his future wife had with her parents when they were teenagers. Like father, like son. When he reached the base of the stairs, he changed his expression back to one of a serious tone. "Jessica, I want you to go for a walk outside or you can go to your room and shut the door."

"Aw, do I have too? This show is just getting good." Jessica almost whined her response.

"Yes you do. Don't argue with me."

Jessica grabbed her shoes and went out the front door. "I'll be at Melanie's."

With speed, Jason found a clean pair of shorts and fresh underwear from his dresser. "I'm sorry about this. I'll change in the bathroom. Do you need anything?"

"Well, I kind of soaked through my underwear, but I doubt you have a pair of those in your dresser." 

Jason paused for a moment to digest what he heard. "Well, you're right. No panties in here, but I do have a old pair of shorts with a drawstring for the band. Hang on." Jason opened another drawer and dug through it. "Here we go, if you want. All you have to do is pull the strings and tie it tight. They'll fit and your dress will conceal them." He tossed the red colored shorts on the bed. "I'll be right back." He darted across the hall and closed the bathroom door.

Jason got changed quickly and splashed some water on his face. He felt fortunate it was his dad and not his mom who walked in. His mom would've killed them and asked questions later. His dad was always less strict, but his dad never caught him with a girl dry-humping him before either. Oh how Jason was dreading his immediate future.

Chelsea took off her panties and briefly inspected them. The wet spot made them see-through. She was stunned that she had such a massive orgasm without penetration. For the first time, she thought that sex, although great as it is as a physical act, could be so much more when an emotional bond is there. Then she contemplated her current situation. Jason's shorts or nothing at all? She decided she didn't want to accidentally flash Jason's Dad while he was scolding the two of them. Reluctantly, she put on the shorts. Jason was right. They fit, but they felt weird. Now what to do with her panties? She smiled and slid them underneath his comforter, right by the pillow. The last memory Jason will have before bed will be her. She enjoyed the thought of that.

"Are you ready?" Jason appeared in the doorway.

"No, but we better get down there and face the music." Chelsea walked over and kissed Jason on the cheek. "Whatever happens, it doesn't change anything. You're still my man."

"Does that mean we can go out on a date when I'm free of the grounding I receive?"

"Absolutely. And you better fall in love with me quick because I'm still horny." Chelsea reached for Jason's hand and pulled. "Now let's get this over with."

Jason gulped at her brashness. "I can't believe you just said that."

"You'll get used to it." Chelsea continued down the stairs.

Jason began to smile. He wanted her to be herself and he was getting it. This straight-forward honesty was what he liked about her when she first transferred to his school in eighth grade. He didn't think he would ever see it again after almost four years of being Tiffany's follower. Add that to her calling him "her man" and Jason was at his happiest when he sat down on the couch confronting his father.

"What are you grinning about Jason?" Tim looked down at his son, maintaining his serious expression.

Jason's mind was brought back to the present. "Dad, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

"Bullshit." Tim started laughing. Confusion soon replaced the fear and nervousness in the young couple. "Jason, you're lucky I'm not your mother. She would've skinned you alive, and may still." Tim chuckled again. "I'll let her know what happened in a more subtle way." Tim sat down in the chair across from the couch. "In all seriousness, there are a couple of ground rules I am going to lay out that will not, I repeat, will NOT be broken. First, Jessica was downstairs. She is sixteen and doesn't need to see her brother engaging in sex. I'm not naïve in thinking she hasn't thought about it or even perhaps done something herself, but she doesn't need the encouragement from you. So whatever you do, wait until she is out of the house."

"Second, for Heaven's sake, shut the door. It will give you some semblance of privacy. Besides, if it was shut, I would have knocked, giving you a couple seconds to at least separate from each other. I will never be able to get the image of my son being dry humped out of my head. And believe me, despite how pretty this girl is, that is an image I do not care to have."

"Third, and this is most important, if and when the two of you decide to take this further, be protected. Wear a latex condom, go on the pill, and if an accident happens, take the morning-after pill immediately. You have your entire lives to bear children. No need to start now. I'm not going to punish you. Now I feel I've been very lenient considering what I saw, so any help you may need to acquire these items or if you have any other questions, please come to me. I only ask you to protect yourselves. Understand?"

"Yes Dad." Jason replied in a monotone voice, still in awe that he wasn't being exiled to his room for eternity.

"How about you?" Tim looked at Chelsea.

"Yes Sir." Chelsea answered as Jason did, but only because Jason did. She was thrilled Mr. Akers didn't ask her for her mother's phone number.

"Good, and don't call me Sir. It's Mr. Akers to you." 

Chelsea's eyes went wide. 

"I'm just kidding, please call me Tim. And what's your..."

"Dad, I'm sorry to cut you off, but you're really not upset?"

"Me? No, I'm not mad. I'm relieved actually. Relieved to know that you finally got over that Chelsea girl you've been in love with for four years. Your mom and I were worried you wouldn't ever move on from that crush and you might turn gay." Jason dropped his head in his hands, his face beet red. "Look at her, if she makes you half as happy as she is pretty, your mom and I will be proud." Tim then added jokingly, "Unless your mom hangs her for dry humping her son." Tim then extended his hand. "By the way, my rude son never introduced us. My name is Tim Akers, and you are?"

"I'm Chelsea Pollack." Chelsea had an ear-to-ear grin at the unexpected information she received.

"Oh." Tim now understood why his son's head suddenly fell in his hands, but chose to ignore it. "Well Chelsea, I do hope you can stay for dinner. I'm supposed to be cooking, but all that means is I'm ordering pizza. I'm sure my wife would love to meet you."

"I would love to, Sir. My mom doesn't get home until seven. I just have to leave her a voicemail to let her know where I am."

"Excellent. Anything in particular you want on your pizza?"

"Pepperoni and mushroom if that's okay, Sir."

"Great, and once again, call me Tim." Tim got up and went into the kitchen to order the dinner, leaving the couple alone.

Chelsea's big smile remained. "So, you've been in love with me for four years, huh?" She swayed into Jason, bumping her side into his.

At the contact, Jason finally looked up at her. "Um, yeah." It was all he could mutter as his face began to fill with embarrassment again.

"Um, yeah? That's it? I think there should be a little more of an explanation than that considering I didn't know your name three days ago."

Jason relented. "Alright, just don't think I'm too weird, okay?"

"No promises. Just tell me." She bumped into him again.

Jason took a deep breath. "It happened when you transferred to Roosevelt Junior High in the middle of the year. The first day you were in the office getting your schedule during my hour to help. I was assigned to show you around the school and to your locker. We talked about a variety of things and I started to like you. I also told you the next day was my birthday. Well after that, I went back to the office and you went to class. The following day, you walked into the office with a card, a present, and a smile. The card said that the gift is to help me unwind after a hard day's work in the office. I unwrapped the gift and it was a can of silly string. You were the only person to get me something, let alone say Happy Birthday. But the two things that left me in awe of you was your candor and your smile. I loved your straight forward honesty. It was evident in our conversations and your card. You said it, stuck by it, and didn't care about anybody's reaction to it. It was never anything hurtful, just honesty with a hint of humor. And your smile, wow, that's addicting. It is absolutely radiant. Every time I see it, then and now, I just want to kiss you."

Chelsea beamed at the compliment. 

"See, now I have to kiss you." Jason moved in and pressed his lips to hers. Chelsea put her hand to the back of his head and opened her mouth. Jason dutifully accepted her invitation and slipped his tongue into her mouth.

"C'mon guys, get a room." Jessica sat down on the loveseat and turned the TV on.

"Do you have to be here right now?" Jason asked with a hint of frustration.

"I have every right to be in here, besides, Mom just pulled in. You should be thanking me that I warned you. I could've just let her catch you." Jessica responded in a sassy tone.

Jason ignored Jessica and brought his attention back to Chelsea. "You ready to meet Mom?'

"Is it safe?"

"Yeah, she's going to love you." Jason moved to get up.

Chelsea pulled him back down and put her lips to his ear, sucking his earlobe momentarily, then whispered. "You've been in love with me for four years. Do you know what that means?"

"What's that?"

"After that date you promised I'm going to fuck you till there's nothing left in your balls for a week. Now let's go meet your mom." Chelsea stood up and noticed Jason was suddenly pale. "What? I thought you liked my straight-forward honesty?"

Jason shook his head. "I do, but why do you always have to say something like that right before you meet one of my parents? You said something similar before you met my dad as well."

"Just trying to loosen you up a bit."

Tim went outside to greet his wife, Mae. Not something he normally did, but today he was excited. Mae worked as a secretary for a law firm and always wore a knee length skirt and a blouse with her hair in a bun. 

"Good evening Honey, how was your day?" Tim almost ran to Mae.

"It was fine. Who's here and why are you smiling like the village idiot?"

"Oh there's the pizza guy! Wait here while I get that." Tim went over to the driver. The teen didn't have to leave the car.

"What happened to the meatloaf? Did you burn it?" Mae had a concern for her kitchen pans.

"No, no, no. I had to have a talk to one of our children. Nothing I couldn't handle. I'll tell you about it after dinner. Guess whose car this is?" Tim was almost jumping with enthusiasm.

"Should I be worried about Jessica or Jason?"

"No, no, now c'mon, guess whose car this is?" Tim set the pizzas on the car hood.

"I don't know, who?" Mae said not really caring anymore, still occupied with the thought of one her children being in hurt or in trouble.

"Chelsea Pollack." Tim almost shouted as he threw out his arms in front of him.

Mae dropped her purse. "THE Chelsea Pollack?" 

Tim nodded emphatically.

Mae now knew why her husband was so animated. Both of them could recite verbatim the tale of how a little girl named Chelsea Pollack made her son's fourteenth birthday so special. A smile, a card, and a can of silly string were better than the four hundred dollar video game system she and Tim bought for him. All the rest of the school year and most of the summer, her little boy would regale them with that meeting. She also knew he was so infatuated with her, he never let it go. Jason fell hard for Chelsea. 

"You met her? Is she nice?" Mae wanted any information Tim found out about the teen.

"Let's just say in the short amount of time since I've been home, she does a lot for him and he is very happy." Tim replied coyly.

Mae knew after 22 years of marriage that Tim was dodging her question. "What aren't you telling me?" She put her hands on her hips and stared him down.

"I promise I'll tell you later. The pizza is getting cold and after all this time, don't you want to meet the girl?" Tim picked up Mae's purse, handed it to his wife, and grabbed the pizzas. After 22 years of marriage, he knew when he won his few-and-far between minor victories.

"Alright, let's get inside." Mae gave up arguing, realizing her husband was right. She really wanted to meet Chelsea, finally.

Dinner went well. Mae really liked Chelsea. She was everything Jason said she was and could tell he was happy. The young girl was well mannered, and kept calling her Ma'am and Tim Sir, despite their protests. Tim just leaned back in his chair with a smile on his face. Mae couldn't wait to be privy to his dark secret.

It was approaching 6:30 when Chelsea announced she had to get going. She still had some homework to get done. Jason joined her for the ride to her house. When they found out how close they lived, they were ecstatic. The couple only lived five blocks from each other, but if they cut through the alley, it only took seven minutes to walk it. The two got into the yellow beetle and Chelsea pulled out.

"All I have to do Friday is drop Jessica off at home we are free to go on our date. Dinner and a movie?"

"You're going to wait three days to take me out?" Chelsea feigned disappointment.

"Well, Friday is the busiest night and I have to show off my hot new girlfriend. We can still hang out after school the other days."

"Deal. You really think I'm hot?"

Jason turned toward Chelsea and with the utmost sincerity, "No, you're more than that. You are a goddess, deserving of a place on Mount Olympus and having statues erected in your honor."

Chelsea stopped the car in front of her house and turned to face Jason. He was looking at her 'that' way again. "Oh Jason." She wrapped her arms around him and gave a him a soft slow deep kiss that seemed to last three days. Chelsea's hands immediately went for his crotch and began to message him. Jason's hand reached for her pelvic area and stated to rub.

Jason was instantly hard.

Chelsea was instantly wet.

Chelsea unzipped and unbuttoned Jason's shorts and unsuccessfully pulled down on them. Jason lifted his body and soon his lower garments were at his knees and his cock sprang into full view. "My, my, what a perfect addition to my car, a new stick shift to play with." Chelsea spit in her hand and grabbed his manhood with zeal. "Let's see how fast you can go from 0-60." She leaned in and kissed Jason with intensity.

Jason took this opportunity to explore under Chelsea's dress. "Ooh, you're wearing my shorts."

Chelsea gave a lustful smile. "Since they're yours, you should have no problem getting into them." She began stroking Jason's shaft lightly. Gently caressing every part of his tool and paying special attention to the underside, especially right under his knob. Jason shivered at the touch.

The couple resumed their make-out session. Jason found the strings of the shorts and tugged. The make-shift underwear fell and he immediately slipped a finger into her folds. Chelsea's body was on fire as the first finger and then soon after a second finger plunged deep within her pussy. He spread his fingers into a V and slowly explored her depths with a scissors motion. Chelsea was writhing on top of his palm. Jason changed his motion rapidly plowing into her with speed as he inserted a third finger. His thumb moved to her clit, and gently rubbed her pearl.

Chelsea was close as she began to piston her hand with great urgency while her other hand kneaded Jason's balls. When Jason inserted the tip of his pinkie into her ass, she exploded. Her shriek was loud as it resonated in the tiny car. That sound pushed Jason over the edge as his seed burst into the air and landed on his body, shorts, and on Chelsea's dress. 

Chelsea opened the glove compartment and grabbed a box of tissues. "Are you sure we have to wait for Friday? I mean if you can do that to me with your fingers, I can't wait to see how you use the correct tool."

Jason smirked at the compliment. "You know, I only said Friday, you're the one who assumed I meant this Friday. I was actually referring to a month from now." Jason grabbed a tissue and tried in vain to clean his shorts.

Chelsea finished wiping clean her hand. "I guess I'm going to have to give you a reason to make it as soon as possible." With that, Chelsea's head lowered and took all of Jason's limp cock in her mouth. After a few moments, she lifted her head. "There you go, all clean."

"Yeah," said Jason, "and all hard. What was that for?"

"Now you have to take me out this Friday." She pulled up the shorts and tried to straighten her dress. "You won't be able to wait a month in that condition."

"You win, and if this is how you're going to react when we have any dispute, I have a feeling your going to win any argument we have.



Opposite Worlds Ch. 03



As always:

Thanks to "Alpineskier" for editing.

Thanks to "Doc" for consulting.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!) 

Chapter 3: Revenge

It was Thursday afternoon and Tiffany and Allison were skipping their fifth period class. They made their way into the girl's locker room as the current hour's gym class students were all outside running track.

"You did bring the bottle of aspirin, right Ally?"

"Yeah, I got it Tiff, but I don't understand how we're going to get back at Chelsea with aspirin."

"You'll see." Tiffany gave a sinister smile. "5-34-12." A popping noise came as the combination lock opened in the blonde's hand." She always keeps it in her purse. Where are they?" After a few seconds of digging, Tiffany's eyes lit up. "A-h-a! Here it is." Tiffany pulled out an amber vial and unscrewed the top. "Give me the aspirin and hold out your hands."

"What are those for?" Allison's hands cupped as Tiffany emptied the vial's contents into them.

"I don't know. I asked once but she said it was nothing serious, just something she had to take."

Allison started filling the empty the vial with aspirin. "She wouldn't tell you?"

"Just another reason that bitch is getting what she deserves. Couldn't even be honest with her best friend." Tiffany glanced over her friend. "You're not feeling guilty, are you Ally?"

"Hell no." Ally dumped the pills in her hands into the aspirin bottle. "The way I see it, she turned her back on the entire cheerleading squad by picking that loser. The slut flaunts it too. Hanging all over him and playing that dice game at lunch right in front of us. Who does she think she is? The more we can do to get her to quit cheerleading, the better."

"I couldn't agree more." Tiffany put the lock back in place. "This is only the first step. She'll turn in her uniform by the end of next week."

The girls openly laughed as they exited the locker room.

*

Jason was in an absolute rush to get home. It was Friday and school was out for the weekend, but most importantly, he was late for his date. Can't have a first date without flowers. It's not like he hadn't spent every night hanging out with Chelsea, he had. But this was going to be their first official date and afterwards, according to how she put it, she was going to 'jump his ass'. She even offered to get a hotel room so he could make love to her like he wants for his first time instead of the backseat of the car. Jason was hard just thinking about it.

"Slow down Jason!" Jessica was holding on for dear life with one hand on the door and the other on the side of the seat.

"What's the matter? Jason took a quick view of Jessica as he swerved to pass yet another car.

"I know you're inspired about your date, but if I die before we get home, I swear I will haunt you till the end of your pitiful existence." Jessica threatened.

"Relax, you'll be safe. I just wanted to get home quick so I had time to change. I didn't tell Chelsea I was going to wear my black slacks and white dress shirt."

"Whatever, Romeo. If I knew you were going to be like this, I would've ridden the bus."

"But you begged Mom and Dad to make me take you to and from school as soon as I got my car. You hate the bus." Jason was emphatic.

"I know, but I like life more." Jessica stated sarcastically.

The poor old car came to a screeching halt in front of the Akers house. There couldn't have been two different reactions to this. Jason grabbed the flowers and was out of the car in a flash as he bolted for the house. He made short work of the lock, bounded up the stairs, taking at least three steps with each stride, and went into his room, all in ten seconds flat. Jessica got out of the car slowly, and, despite her family not being religious, she dropped to her backpack and threw her hands in the air and praised to the Heavens that she was safe. After a few moments of gratitude, Jessica picked up her backpack and then noticed the now all-too-familiar yellow Beetle pulling in the driveway.

"Hi Chelsea."

"Hey Jessica, is your brother ready yet?" Chelsea started for the front door.

"He'll be down in a minute. Can I talk to you?" Jessica closed the gap between herself and the red headed cheerleader.

Chelsea turned to face Jessica. "Sure, what's on your mind?"

"Look, I don't know how to say this, so I'll get to the point." Jessica's face grew stern as she waved her finger and continued. "If this some sort of twisted game you've concocted to screw with my brother, I guarantee I will be arrested for what I do to you. You may be older and I may not seem like much at school, but that's because I don't care. What I do care about is my brother and he'll be devastated. So if this is a trick, then leave now."

Chelsea was taken by surprise by yet another Akers child. Jason was nothing like how he was depicted at school and now Jessica is the same way. There was a fire in her that was never shown at school and Chelsea believed every word she spoke.

"I understand why you may think that." Chelsea nodded. "I promise there is no game being played or trick up my sleeve. I'm in love with Jason. He saved me, he is my Knight in Shining Armor."

Jason came out the front door. "Hi Chelsea, are you ready to get going?" Jason was holding the flowers behind his back.

Chelsea turned. "Wow, you should've told me that you were going to get all fancied up. I feel underdressed in just my jeans and shirt."

Jessica walked past Chelsea and murmured, "It better be on the level, but if he's the Knight in Shining Armor, then I would hate to see the ogre the knight has to fight."

"You look sensational. These are for you." Jason gave Chelsea the bouquet of daisies and followed that with a kiss to her cheek.

"You got me flowers. They're beautiful, thank you." This was the first time a boy had given her flowers.

"What did my sister want?" Jason was curious.

"Just girl talk, let's get going. Here, you can drive my car." Chelsea gave her keys to Jason. "I can't wait to get to the finale."

Jason walked around and held open the door for Chelsea. She never tired of Jason's small gentlemanly gestures.

Jason got into the driver seat and started the engine. "Why did you want me to drive your car?"

"More head room."

"I'm sorry, are you cramped in my car?"

Chelsea unzipped Jason's pants. Jason was startled. "Um, what are you doing?"

Chelsea fished for Jason's manhood and pulled it out. "You see my steering wheel sits higher than yours, giving me more head room." Chelsea's head disappeared in Jason's lap as the car pulled out of the subdivision. Jason was at full erection in mere moments as Chelsea used the tip of her tongue to lightly tease all around. She then took just the head inside her mouth and began to stroke him with her hand.

"Chelsea, um, Oh God, this is kind of distracting." Jason was doing his best to keep the car on the road.

Chelsea ignored Jason's plea as she lowered down slowly until her lips were touching his zipper. She held still to get used to his size to prevent her gag reflex. Once satisfied she could, she gradually went back up, dragging her tongue on the backside of his shaft until only the tip was in her mouth. She then bobbed up and down with a speed her car wouldn't have been able to maintain. She added a hum to her craft and Jason's pre cum was coming out in a steady stream. A slurping sound filled the air.

"Oh Chelsea!" Jason called as he shot his load in Chelsea's waiting mouth. He could barely keep the car in the lane as the car went side to side. He noticed other cars remained behind them, not wanting to risk passing the out-of-control car.

Chelsea stayed on Jason until every last drop was in her mouth. She lifted her head and as he looked at her, she swallowed the entire load. She lovingly tucked his dick back in and zipped his pants up. "Sorry, but I'm certain that appetizer isn't on the Italian restaurant's menu. Uh.., you were saying something was distracting you?"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Oh no, Beautiful, hardly noticed you. There was something in the road, that's all. We're here."

*

After dinner was over, the couple went miniature golfing. The movie didn't start until 8:15 and it was only 6 PM now. They were on the eighth hole and having a blast.

Jason was filling out the scorecard for the last hole. "I can't believe you're beating me. It's only one stroke, but you're really good."

"Aw, is my man's ego hurt cause he's losing to a girl?" Chelsea set her pink ball on the ground. "No, not at all. I'm just surprised, that's all."

Chelsea was lining up her next shot. "Well, good. I don't want to have to lose on purpose to make you feel better. Here's a consolation prize." Chelsea wiggled her ass provocatively.

Jason came up and slapped right butt cheek. "Don't start, Beautiful. We still have the movie before we get to that."

Chelsea shook her ass again, then struck her ball off the rail and knocked it within a foot of the cup. "Hey, I know I want to see the romantic comedy, but I would be willing to skip it and go right to the hotel."

"We'll get to the end soon enough. Patience is a virtue." Jason lined up his shot. He knocked his blue ball off the rail and it sailed straight into Chelsea's ball. Jason threw his head back as he watched her pink ball fall into the hole and as his blue ball stopped next to a brick.

"Oh thanks, Baby. I'm such a lucky girl, my man wants me to win. I believe that's a hole-in-one." Chelsea went down to the green.

"What luck you have. Oh well, at least I'll lose to the most gorgeous girl here." Jason lined up his next shot.

Chelsea inhaled deeply once, then a second time. "Do you smell something?"

"No, like what?" Jason hit his ball and it went into the hole.

"Something burning?" Chelsea inhaled one more time.

Jason walked over and put his arm around Chelsea's waist and inhaled. "No. Nothing. Do you still smell it?"

Chelsea didn't respond. She started to collapse and Jason caught her. She began shaking uncontrollably and he laid her down on the green. 

Panic overtook Jason. "Chelsea, what's wrong? Can you hear me?" Chelsea's body was still shaking. Jason grabbed his cell phone and dialed 9-1-1.

"9-1-1 emergency response."

"I'm at Lucky's Putt-Putt and my girlfriend is on the ground shaking. Please send an ambulance."

"Alright, Sir, I have dispatched an ambulance to your location. I need you to remain calm, don't touch her, and make sure there is nothing around her that she can bump into or that can fall on her that could hurt her."

Jason took a deep breath, trying feebly to be calm while checking for nearby objects. The ambulance's siren could be heard as it entered the parking lot. A crowd of spectators started to form to watch the scene. Chelsea's seizure was at last subsiding as the EMTs arrived. They put her on a stretcher and carried her to the ambulance. Jason had gathered her purse and was right next to her.

"Jason." Chelsea said groggily. Jason grabbed her hand. 

"I'm right here, Beautiful. It's going to be okay."

Chelsea gave a weak smile.

"Sir, you have to stand back."

Jason reluctantly let go. The EMTs loaded Chelsea into the back of the ambulance and shut one of the doors. "Wait a minute! I'm coming with her." Jason demanded.

"Jason." Chelsea muttered while reaching for him. Pleading for him to be next to her.

"Are you family?" The EMT stated quickly.

"No, I'm her boyfriend."

"Sorry Kid, we're taking her to Mercy Hospital. You'll have to meet her there." The EMT shut the second door and the ambulance sped off.

Jason ran to the Beetle and drove off as well. He looked through her cell phone and found an entry for her Mom's workplace. He had never met her and now he had to tell her that her daughter was in the hospital.

"Canton Advertising, how can I direct your call?"

"Um, Ms. Pollack please." 

"Transferring."

"Janet Pollack speaking, how can I be of assistance today?"

"Ms. Pollack, you don't know me, but my name is Jason Akers and I was with your daughter and she collapsed and started shaking. She's on her way to Mercy Hospital."

"On my way!" Janet hung up right away. She grabbed her purse, shouted to her boss that her daughter was in the hospital, and ran out of the building.

Jason hit the end call button and then reached for his phone and called home.

"Hello." Jessica answered.

"Jessica, listen up. I'm..."

"Hey big brother, how's the big date going?"

"Not well, I'm..."

"Did she try something? I warned that bitch..." Jessica was infuriated.

"What? No. Listen, Chelsea is being transported to Mercy Hospital. I'm on my way there. Let Mom and Dad know."

"Okay, okay, bye." Jessica hung up the phone. "Mom! Dad! Jason's on his way to the hospital. Something happened to Chelsea!" Tim, Mae, and Jessica headed to their car so they could get to the hospital to comfort Jason.

Jason rushed through the emergency room doors and charged right up to woman behind the desk. He was winded. "Chelsea," Breath. "Pollack," Breath. "Please."

"Do you know when she arrived, Sir?"

"A few," Breath. "Minutes ago."

"Oh yes, she's here. Are you family?"

"No." Jason finally caught his breath.

"Well, you'll have to take a seat right over there until someone who is family can verify you can see her." The nurse pointed with her pen to the chairs in the waiting room.

A look of exasperation fell upon Jason. "What is with you people and this family question?" Jason shouted. "I'm trying to see my girlfriend who collapsed in my arms and started shaking just a few minutes ago!" Jason pounded both his fists onto the desk.

"Sir, you'll have to calm down or I'll be forced to call Security. You have three options. Leave willingly, leave with Security, or calm down and wait over there until I know you're allowed to see her."

A deflated Jason slouched down into the chair in the waiting room with his head in his hands. He didn't see the woman come in.

A woman in her mid 40's with red hair in a bun wearing a black business suit with matching heels came running in.

"I'm Janet Pollack and I'm here for my daughter, Chelsea Pollack."

"Okay, here are the forms we need you to fill out. When you're done, you bring them back to me." Janet didn't move. She filled out the paperwork and handed it back within a minute.

"Alright, what you do is go through that door, make a left, and she's the first bed on the left. Oh, and one more thing, do you know that boy?' "No, I've never seen him before." Janet rushed to the back. "Chelsea, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine Mom. They said I had an epileptic seizure and they may need to increase my dosage. They're waiting for my blood work to come back and I'll be able to go." 

"I wonder what triggered it. You haven't had one in a long time. I thought it was under control." Janet held her daughters hand.

"I don't know." Chelsea sat up. "Mom, do you know if Jason is here? I thought I heard him screaming earlier?" 

"I don't know, but I'll go out there as soon as I speak to the doctor, okay?" "Alright." Chelsea laid back down, disheartened.

Time seemed to crawl by, even though in reality it was only twelve minutes until the doctor opened the curtain barricade.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Miller. Are you Chelsea's Mom?"

"Yes, My name is Janet Pollack."

"Well Janet, I'm glad you're here. First, let me say your daughter is fine. She's probably already back to her normal self. Now, we got the blood work back, surprisingly quickly considering how busy we are today, and, I must say, I have some concerns. Chelsea told us she has epilepsy since birth, correct?"

"Yes, she was born with it."

"And she also told us she is on 100mg of Lamotrigine three times a day. Is that correct?"

"Yes, she's been taking that dosage for a few years now."

"Well, here's the problem. We found no traces of that medication in her system. Instead, we found a large amount of aspirin in her blood stream."

"What? Chelsea, why did you think you can do that?" Janet demanded.

"I didn't! I keep my pills in my purse and I haven't missed a dose. Why would I? I don't want a seizure." Chelsea pleaded.

"Well then, where's your purse, young lady?"

"I don't know. I suppose Jason has it." Chelsea reasoned.

"Dr. Miller, could you wait here a few minutes? I'll go get the purse and maybe you can help straighten this out." 

"No problem. While you get her purse, I'm going to see another patient and I'll be right back." Dr. Miller left.

Janet reached the waiting room and called out. "Jason. Is there a Jason here?" Two men stood up. One man clearly in his sixties, bald up top with grey hair around his head, and looked like he was hiding a beach ball under his shirt. "Please don't let that be him." The second was a teenager who was surrounded by what looked like his mom, dad, and sister. Janet walked up to that Jason. "Do you have my daughter's purse?"

"Yes ma'am." Jason handed over the purse. "Is she alright? May I see her now?"

"Yes, she is fine. No, you cannot see her. Give me a few more minutes."

Jason sat down, his head back in his hand.

Mae stood up. "Ms. Pollack, please, my son is worried sick. Can't he please go back with you?"

"I'm sorry, Mrs.?"

"It's Akers. Mae Akers."

"Well Mrs. Akers, if it was your daughter and you knew what I know, trust me; I'm being polite in just saying no right now." Janet disappeared behind the ER doors. "Here you go Dr. Miller." Janet handed him the vial.

Dr. Miller poured a couple pills in his hand. "I'm sorry to say, but these are ordinary aspirin. It says so on the pill. Now if you excuse me, I'll write up another prescription for the Lamotrigine and I'll have the nurse discharge you."

"Mom, I swear, I didn't do that." Chelsea was insistent. "Please believe me."

"I believe you. The person I don't trust is Jason." Janet stated coldly. "No Mom, he wouldn't. He couldn't have."

"Who else could it have been? This happened recently and I know you've been spending a lot of time with him. If not him, who Chelsea?" Janet was on the verge of yelling.

"I don't know Mom, I don't. It wasn't him." Chelsea started to cry.

"Chelsea, I know it's hard to believe. I hear how you talk about him, but he did it. He's guilty and I forbid you from seeing him again."

"Mom, no! I love him! Please don't say that? Please?" Chelsea's cry turned into a sob.

"Chelsea, knock it off. I will not have you hanging around with someone who is willing to put your life in danger. End Of Discussion."

The nurse walked in and handed Janet a piece of paper. "Here is the prescription and now Chelsea is free to go. Have a nice weekend."

When Janet and Chelsea reached the door to the lobby, Janet stopped. "I want you to wait here." Janet walked through the doors and headed toward the Akers family. Jason wasn't there. "Mr. and Mrs. Akers, I want you to know you'll be hearing from my attorney."

Jason exited the restroom and saw Miss Pollack speaking to his parents. He looked around and saw Chelsea peaking through the doors heading to the back. He ran towards her. He pushed through the double doors and embraced Chelsea. "I've been so worried. Are you okay?" Jason was almost on the verge of tears. "They wouldn't let me see you or tell me what was going on. I love you so much."

Chelsea pushed Jason away. "Did you do it? Look me in the eye and tell me the truth."

"Did I do what? Oh, did I lay you down on the ground too hard and you hit your head? I'm sorry if I did. I just freaked out when you started to shake."

"No Jason, my pills. Did you switch my pills? I understand if you did. I've been so mean to you. Just tell me." Chelsea began to cry.

"What? How can you ask me that? No. No. No. No. I would never do anything to hurt you, Beautiful. You have to believe me. Please? I love you." Jason moved in to kiss her.




Opposite Worlds Ch. 03



Chelsea whimpered. "I believe you,Baby. I believe you." She moved in to kiss Jason.

"Chelsea Pollack! I told you. You are not to see this boy anymore." Janet grabbed Chelsea by the waist and pulled. "You killer! Stay away from my daughter!"

"No Mom, he didn't do it!" Chelsea's arms were now making a futile attempt to grab any part of Jason she could.

"Ms. Pollack, wait!" Jason ran after them, but collided with his father, putting Jason on one knee while Tim staggered back a few steps from the impact.

"Son, we need to talk."

"But Dad..," Jason was desperate.

"No buts, Jason." Tim was adamant. "We're going to wait here a few minutes so they can leave, then we're going home and you will tell us your side of the story."

Next Chapter: Reconciliation



Opposite Worlds Ch. 04



As always:

Thanks to "Alpineskier" for editing.

Thanks to "Doc" for story ideas.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!) 

Chapter 4: Reconciliation

Tim and Mae believed their son's story and was confident he did not switch Chelsea's pills. He spoke clear and concise and with conviction as he recalled every aspect that occurred between him and Chelsea, even the details that were sexual in nature. That didn't sit too well with Mae, but she also believed him when he said they had not had intercourse. The recount of an altercation with a girl named Tiffany right before their son made a public display of affection to Chelsea stuck with them the most. Jason said it appeared "heated."

The next morning, Mae was up early. She couldn't sleep. Mae quietly got out of bed and checked on Jason. He was still lying on his stomach, sprawled out above the covers, still in his slacks and dress shirt, eyes open. He looked like he just came home drunk from a party.

"Honey, do you want to take a shower and then come downstairs? I'll make you some blueberry pancakes." Mae paused, hoping for a response. "Honey, would you like something else? Anything?" Mae literally meant anything. She would've bought him his dream car, the Delorean from the Back to the Future movies if he would've asked.

All Jason did was flip his head so he wasn't facing her anymore. It broke Mae's heart to view her son this way. He was always so strong and confident. At that point, what mother wouldn't try to fix the pain her son was feeling? She took a deep breath, now determined. She silently snuck back into her room and got dressed. She went downstairs and grabbed the keys to Chelsea's Beetle and went off, first she got a dozen donuts and coffee, then drove to Chelsea's house. One more deep breath and Mae pushed the doorbell. After a minute, she pushed it again.

Janet yelled from upstairs. "Just a moment!" She made her way downstairs, muttering to herself. "This had better be important for 7:15 AM on a Saturday." Janet opened the door to a smiling Mae Akers. "Mrs. Akers, what do you want?" The annoyance was apparent in her voice.

"I would like to talk to you about our children."

"I'm still suing your son."

"I brought coffee, donuts, and your daughter's car." Mae lifted the coffee to show the keys were in the cup holder.

"Just you here?" Janet looked past Mae.

"Yes, just me."

"Alright, come on in. and give me one of those coffees."

The two mothers sat at the kitchen table while Chelsea snuck downstairs so she could here every word, knowing very well her relationship with Jason could hang in the balance of this very conversation.

"Miss Pollack, I understand you do not know Jason, in fact never even met him, but he didn't switch those pills."

"Mrs. Akers, if that is all you're going to say is that he is innocent, we are done here." Janet said harshly.

"I wasn't finished. I'll just skip ahead to what Jason told me." Mae took a sip of coffee. "Jason told me everything that happened between the two of them this past week, and I mean everything".

Chelsea cringed when she heard Mrs. Akers emphasize the second everything.

Mae continued. "One particular incident occurred Tuesday. Jason saw Chelsea come into the cafeteria and the two acknowledged each other. Tell me, do you know a girl named Tiffany Prater?"

"Yes, she is one of Chelsea's friends. Why?"

"Well, apparently, she and Chelsea got into a heated debate in front of all the students. After which, as Chelsea came towards my son, the entire time Chelsea kept looking back at Tiffany and she would signal for Chelsea to keep going."

"So what's your point, Mrs. Akers?" Janet was wondering where this was going.

"My point is whatever this Tiffany girl wanted to happen, didn't, because Jason stood up and hugged your daughter and convinced her not to." Mae had a tone of defiance. "I believe your daughter is a victim for standing up against some asinine peer pressure stunt in which my son was the target."

"It's true, Mom." Chelsea ran into the kitchen and landed on her mom, crying. "She wanted me to throw my lunch at him because I was seen with him the night before. After I didn't do it, she said I was so dead. Please Mom, let me see Jason again. He didn't do it." The tears were cascading down her face without end.

Janet was surprised at first, but the compassion overtook her as she returned her daughter's embrace. After Chelsea's tears subsided, Janet pushed her up, but still had her hands on Chelsea's shoulders and their eyes locked. "Chelsea, is this who you really want?" Janet asked in a soft tone.

"Oh yes, Mom, we love each other and you should see how he looks at me and treats me. He's a gentleman and more mature than any other boy I've been with."

"I'm a little worried that you say you love him already. I'm afraid your judgment may be clouded. Its only been a week."

"Mom, I thought I've been in love before with Dave and we had gone out for a while. This is totally different. I've never felt this way about anybody before. I know it's love."

"For my son, it hasn't been a week. It's been four years, Miss Pollack." Mae added with a smile. "Ever since he met her in 8th grade and she gave him a can of Silly String."

"Four years?" Janet peered at Mae in disbelief.

Mae nodded.

Janet turned to Chelsea. "Alright Chelsea, you can see him again."

Chelsea jumped back onto her mother's body. "Hey, I'm not done, there is one condition that has to be fulfilled."

"Anything, Mom, anything." Chelsea had a beaming smile as she stood up.

"I meet him."

"Okay. Can I go get him now?"

"It's still kind of early, Chelsea." Janet grabbed her hand.

"How about this?" Mae offered. "Let her take me home and my husband and I will watch them for a couple hours and have breakfast. I'll call you when I send them back to you. They'll only be alone for the short trip from my place to yours. Would that be acceptable to you, Miss Pollack?"

Janet considered the arrangement as looked at her daughter. Chelsea was biting her lower lip in anticipation. "I suppose that will be fine. It will give me a chance to get a shower."

The impact of Chelsea's embrace was hard. "Thanks, Mom." She then pulled back. "Are you ready Mrs. Akers?"

"I told you, call me Mae, and don't you think you should get dressed first? You're still in your nightgown."

"Oh, yeah. I'll be back down in a minute." Chelsea gave a small chuckle and darted upstairs.

"Miss Pollack, let's start over." Mae extended her hand. "Hello, I'm Mae Akers."

Almost as soon as Chelsea was gone, she come running back downstairs. "I'm ready Mrs. Akers. Bye Mom!" And she went out the front door.

The little bug backed out the driveway and headed for the Akers house.

"I know you're excited Chelsea, but maybe I should drive."

Chelsea glanced at the speedometer and immediately slowed down. "Sorry ma'am. I really miss Jason."

"That's alright, and one other thing while we're alone." The car stopped in front of the Akers home.

"What's that ma'am?"

"No more oral sex and driving at the same time. I don't want you two to get in an accident. I know it wasn't one of my husband's rules, but I don't assume you thought it was a possibility."

Chelsea blushed. "I apologize. Um, it won't, uh..."

"I know Chelsea, now what are you waiting for? He's probably still in his room."

"Thanks Mrs. Akers. See you inside."

Chelsea ran into Jason's room and dove onto him. "Oh Baby, I missed you."

Jason turned his head. "Beautiful, is that you? Am I dreaming?"

"It's really me. I'm here Baby."

Jason rolled onto his back and the couple embraced and kissed each other, content to spend eternity in each others arms.

"What's all that racket out here?" Tim dragged himself out of bed at the commotion.

Mae put her finger to her lips and waved her husband to the doorway of her son. Tim put his arm around his wife as they watched the two teens display their love for each other. Tim kissed Mae. "I'll make breakfast today. It looks like you already had a busy morning." Mae patted his hand as Tim headed for the kitchen.

"Baby, I love you."

"I love you too, Beautiful."

"Good, now I'm going downstairs and let you take a shower, because Baby, you are ripe. Do you have a rotten egg under your pillow?" Chelsea flashed a big smile.

"There's that straight forward honesty I missed." Jason kissed Chelsea again. "I'll be with you in a minute."

*

After they were pulled apart the prior night, the young couple was determined to make up for the loss of their date night by being attached to the others hip for the rest of the day. Chelsea was amazed how she was being treated at breakfast, despite Mr. and Mrs. Akers knowing about her sexual episodes with their son. They treated her as if she was family, even Jessica was happy to see her.

Afterwards, the pair went to the Pollack home so Jason could meet Janet. Jason was petrified. He saw how vehemently she loathed him last night and just being in the vicinity of her almost made him pee his pants. Normally a confident person, last night taught him he had one legitimate fear, losing Chelsea. And this woman could cause that.

Janet was impressed with Jason, first when he pulled out a chair for her and her daughter, but most importantly of how he spoke so warmly about Chelsea. He told the tale of his first meeting her, him falling in love, and some of the events of the past week. He even explained how frightened he was during her daughter's seizure. 

Then it was Janet's turn to voice her concerns. She realized no one could prove or disprove who did it. If she found out it was him, she would go after him personally. But she trusts her daughter and she believed in his innocence. Then there was the issue of sex and pregnancy. She had Phillip when she was 18 and only with the help of her family did she make it. It was extremely difficult for everyone involved. She just wanted them to be careful.

Jason's responses to her statements sealed her view of the young man. He spoke passionately about protecting Chelsea from harm and openly about future goals and how they included Chelsea and her dreams, and his understanding of how starting a family would hinder them. By the end of the conversation, Janet realized one more thing; Jason's hand seemed unable to separate from Chelsea's hand. With that, Janet gave her blessing. Smiles erupted on the couple's faces and they gave each other a quick kiss. Jason appeared grounded with a firm grasp of reality versus Chelsea's wild and spontaneous personality. He would be good for her. Maybe you can be in love after a week. At that moment, Janet had a hint of envy for her daughter. Ah, to be young and in love.

*

Later that evening, Chelsea was cuddled up to Jason on the couch at his house. The two were watching a movie in the dark with the rest of his family. After the horror of yesterday, today was perfect. Chelsea leaned up and kissed Jason on the cheek.

"We had our date, so now your friend down there is mine." Chelsea looked down, grabbed his bulge, and seemed to finish by talking to it. "Is that okay with you, Baby?"

Jason's eyes went wide, hoping none of his family were watching what was transpiring in his lap. His dick was becoming alive.

"Ooh, that's a yes." Chelsea chuckled softly." Save it for tomorrow, my mom always goes shopping on Sundays." Chelsea then kissed him on the cheek and went back to cuddling.

Jason shook his head and whispered. "Why do you always do something like that in front of my parents?"

"It's because you're so confident, I feel it is my job as your girlfriend to keep you on your toes." Chelsea beamed a smile.

Jason arrived at the Pollack house Sunday morning. He wanted to cook breakfast for Chelsea and her Mom. It pained him that Miss Pollack still viewed him as a suspect in switching Chelsea's pills. He would never hurt Chelsea, and now he felt he had to prove it.

After breakfast, the three watched some TV before Janet announced she had some errands to run. 

"Alright you two, be good."

"Bye Mom, we will."

The door shut. The couple stayed on the couch until they heard Janet's car leave.

Chelsea pulled Jason up and gave her lustful smile. "You heard her, you better be good."

"I don't think that's what your mom meant." Jason's arm began to hurt a little at being dragged upstairs.

Once in her room, Chelsea and Jason locked lips. Intermittently, the kiss would be broken to remove an article of clothing before being drawn together again. Once nude, Chelsea backed Jason up until his legs hit the bed and he fell on it. She pushed him down and straddled his face. She bent over and took all of him inside her mouth and down her throat in one movement. She began bobbing her head slowly.

Jason was better than most novices, but there was definitely room for improvement. After a few suggestions by Chelsea, he proved to be a quick learner, and was building her up rapidly. Jason began sucking on her clit as his fingers penetrated her depths.

"Holy shit, Baby. I'm cumming!" Chelsea exploded and Jason lapped up her sweet nectar, not wanting to miss a drop. 

Once she calmed down, she crawled up next to Jason. "Baby, since this is your first time, how do you want me?"

Jason answered honestly. "It doesn't matter. I just need you." Jason began kneading her breasts.

"Well here, let me do all the work this time." Chelsea put a condom on Jason and then lined his cock up with her pussy. "Ready Baby?"

Jason nodded.

Chelsea lowered herself slowly upon Jason, allowing both of them to savor the moment. Soon she was completely impaled on him. "Oh, wow, I feel so full right now." Chelsea fought the need to ride him hard, remembering Jason wanted to make love. 

Slowly, she began rocking into him, developing a rhythm. Jason caressed her tits lovingly and started lightly pinching her nipples as he matched Chelsea's motions by thrusting back into her. Chelsea swayed her hips with a circular action. Jason took on hand and played with her clit. With this, Chelsea started going hard. Going all the way up until just his tip was left in her, and then slamming all the way down. When she bottomed out, she ground into him.

"Beautiful?" Jason moaned out.

"Yeah." Grunt. "Baby."

"Sorry if I hurt you."

"What? You're not hurting... Whoa."

Jason grabbed Chelsea's hips and flipped her, sending her back to the bed with him on top. Chelsea's head came mere inches from the headboard. Jason re-entered her and began to piston hard and with fury. Chelsea couldn't catch her breath as every penetrating thrust caused a small orgasm, building towards that massive wave of ecstasy.

"Oh Beautiful, I'm almost there."

"Me too, Baby."

Suddenly, both their screams filled the air and Jason collapsed on top of Chelsea. 

After a few minutes, Jason whispered, "Beautiful, that was perfect. Thank you." Jason looked at her that way again.

Chelsea, though experienced, now understood what Jason meant about the enhanced pleasure a connection of a relationship added to the act. "My mom only said to be good, but Baby, you were phenomenal. But if you keep staring at me like that, you better be prepared to go again."

Next Chapter: Betrayal



Opposite Worlds Ch. 05



As always:

Thanks to "Alpineskier" for editing.

Thanks to "Doc" for consulting.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!) 

Chapter 5: Betrayal

Jessica got out of her Escort and headed for class Monday morning. Jessica suddenly felt like the third wheel. Jason had the idea that when Chelsea didn't have cheerleading practice, they would ride together to school. Jessica offered to take the bus those days so the couple could be alone, but Jason wouldn't have any of that. He didn't want his new relationship to interfere with the brother sister bond they had.

Jason got out of the car and walked over to the passenger side and, as was customary, opened the door for Chelsea. She got out, but this time Jason didn't move to let her by. They were face to face.

"Baby, did you need a Monday morning kiss?" Chelsea leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

"Well, yeah, that too, but I want to ask you something." Jason gazed deeply into her eyes.

"You can ask me anything, but do it quickly or I'm going to push you back and christen this car."

Jason didn't flinch at the comment, having been used to her bluntness." Chelsea Pollack, will you attend the prom with me?"

Chelsea answered him with a lover's kiss. "I was hoping you would ask me. Since it is in only three weeks and we just started going out, I wasn't sure you'd want to. I would've been happy just hanging out, but, oh Baby, thank you!"

After the exuberant display Chelsea exhibited, Jason knew he made the right choice. He wasn't all that particular about attending the prom, but having Chelsea on his arm would make the evening tolerable.

* * * * *

Chelsea arrived in the cafeteria and almost ran to Jason's table. 

"Hey Beautiful, I got your pizza already." Jason stood, kissed her, and then pulled out her chair.

"Thanks Baby. After the weekend we had, spending the last three hours apart was excruciating." Chelsea sat down and took a drink of milk. "Hey Adam, hey Nick."

Adam got his dice out. "Are you playing with us again Chelsea?"

"I suppose." Chelsea, though not interested, played the fake person game, as she called it, everyday at lunch. She really just went through the motions. She did it because she knew she monopolized Jason's time outside of school and didn't want to drive a wedge between him and his friends, but she also didn't want to leave Jason's side the only half hour she had with him at school. The boys knew she didn't care; they were just happy one of the hottest girls in school was role-playing with them. Jason created her an easy character to play. All she had to do is say "attack" and roll the dice.

Nick's character began the assault on the foe at hand and rolled the dice. "Yes, I hit him. You're up Chelsea. Can you attack his flank?"

"Sure." Chelsea said half heartedly. Then a grin appeared. "On second thought, no."

The boys all looked questioningly at her before Adam spoke. "What would you like to do then?"

"My fake person is going to walk over to my man's guy, kneel down, and give him a blowjob." That should make his spells harder to cast, right? What do I have to roll for that?" Chelsea then looked up and saw Tiffany enter the cafeteria. "Excuse me boys, I have to take care of something."

Jason saw the direction Chelsea was headed and who was in her sights. "Excuse me as, well, this could get ugly." Jason was only three steps behind when Chelsea reached Tiffany.

"You Bitch! What if you killed me? You don't know what those pills are for." Chelsea scowled.

"You're still here. So don't get all upset with me, Whore." Tiffany stepped closer so she and Chelsea were now nose to nose.

"You don't even deny it. I thought we were friends?" Chelsea bumped into her.

"Friends don't throw away their friendship for some dork." Tiffany bumped her back.

"Do you have any idea what you put her through?" Jason got in between the two females and faced Tiffany. "She had a seizure and we were at the hospital all night Friday, thanks to you."

"Aw, did the poor cunt have the shakes? Serves her right for abandoning her friends." Tiffany snarled back.

"You Bitch!" Chelsea took a swing at Tiffany.

Jason caught her arm and glared into her eyes. "Beautiful, she's not worth it."

"But Baby, my mom almost broke us up because of her. I can't lose you. Not again. And you want me to just let it go?"

"Yes." Jason put his hands to her face and kissed Chelsea lightly. "Trust me, you are not going to get anywhere talking to her and if you punch her, Vice Principal Carpenter will suspend you and your mom will punish you. What if you were grounded for the week? What if she said we couldn't see each other for that week? Remember Friday night? What would be worse, not hitting her or not seeing me for the week?"

"Is there a problem here?" Vice Principal Carpenter came over to address the growing conflict.

"No problem Sir. Chelsea and I were just heading back to our table." Jason put his hands on Chelsea's shoulders and guided her away.

"You're right Baby. I would rather let it go than be separated from you."

Tiffany went to her normal table where Candice and Allison were waiting.

"Girls, I've got great news. She'll be off the team tomorrow and I've got an idea that will crush that slut's spirit for good." Tiffany looked up at Chelsea and the three boys surrounding her. "This is going to be so much fun."

Tuesday after school, Chelsea arrived at cheerleader practice. She started doing some basic calisthenics when Coach Paula Masterson came up to her.

"Chelsea, I have some unfortunate news. I have to let you go." Paula put her hand on the young girl's shoulder.

"What? What do you mean?" Chelsea asked, fearing the worst.

"I mean I cannot let you be a cheerleader anymore." Paula shook her head. "It was an honor to coach you and I'm sorry."

"But why? We only have one more tournament left?" Chelsea began to well up.

"It's come to my attention that you suffer from seizures and if you had an episode and got hurt while performing, the school would be liable." Paula looked the young girl in the eye. "I really am sorry Chelsea, but I need you to go get changed and return the cheerleader outfit."

Chelsea slowly headed back to the girl's locker room, crying and feeling dejected. Watching the scene, Tiffany pointed and laughed loud enough for Chelsea to hear her.

"What are you ladies standing around for? Back to work!" Paula shouted through her megaphone.

Chelsea arrived at Jason's house still devastated over what happened. Tiffany used her illness to get her kicked off the team. Jason immediately went to work trying to heal her heartache. He took her out to eat and steered all conversation away from Tiffany and cheerleading and towards something he knew would excite her, the prom.

Chelsea realized she didn't need cheerleading as long as she had Jason. It still hurt, but she was truly happy with him. Besides, the prom was coming and she was ecstatic at the thought of Jason in a tux, slow dancing with her. She could hardly wait.

* * * * *

The next three weeks went by fairly quickly with all the preparations for Jason and Chelsea to head to the prom together. Chelsea bought a sparkling blue gown with spaghetti straps and Jason rented a black tux with matching blue cummerbund. They rented a limousine and reserved a hotel room for afterward. Everything was set for the couple's magical evening. The night before the event, Jason and Chelsea had just finished eating at the Pollack house with Janet.

"I told you Jason." Janet set down several dirty dishes. "I'll clean up. You're our guest."

"You cooked Ms. Pollack, it's only fair that I handle cleanup." Jason began filling the sink with warm water and dish detergent.

"You see this Chelsea? You can learn from this." Janet went to the stove to pack up the leftovers. "Thank you Jason."

"That's why I have Jason now, Mom, so he can do all my chores."

"Chelsea." Janet drew out her name to let her know she was a little agitated at her last comment.

"Alright, alright' I'll help." Chelsea grabbed a dish towel and was heading over to stand next to Jason to start the art of drying dishes when Jason's phone rang. " Oh I'll get that for you." Chelsea dropped the towel on the counter and ran back to the table. "Hello."

"Oh, hi Chelsea, is Jason there?" Nick was full of giddiness.

"Hang on." Chelsea walked the phone over to Jason as he dried his hands with a towel. "It's Nick and seems pretty worked up over something."

"Hey Nick. What's up?"

"I've got a date to the prom!" Nick's excitement was at an all-time high.

"That's awesome buddy." Jason put his hand over the phone and whispered the news to Chelsea. "So who's the lucky lady?"

"Candice Montgomery."

"Candice Montgomery?" Jason was shocked. "When did this happen?"

Chelsea mouthed the word, "Really?" Jason nodded.

"She asked me after school today. I just got back from getting my tux." Nick was overwhelmed with joy at having a date. "Do you want to hang out a little before the prom? Say 1 PM? I know Chelsea has her hair appointment and Candice said she was getting her nails done. Then when they get back from their girl stuff, I figure we could head to the dance together. What do you say?"

"Why did she ask you?"

"What do you mean? Maybe she likes me. You have Chelsea Pollack on your arm. What, are you the only guy allowed to go out with a hot girl?" Nick was getting upset.

"You're right Nick. I apologize. I didn't mean to rain down on your parade. Yeah, I'd love to hang out with you for a couple of hours."

"Sorry I got upset at your question, I'm just really pumped up right now."

"As you should be, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye." Nick hit the end button on his phone.

"Beautiful, what do you think of Candice? I've got a funny feeling about this." Jason was going over possible scenarios, none of them good.

"Candice is a Tiffany drone. Tiffany says, Candice does. It doesn't make sense she would ask him the day before prom."

Jason leaned in and kissed Chelsea. "Well, I guess we'll have to give her the benefit of the doubt. Let's not worry about it too much, because come tomorrow, I will be dancing with my lady." Jason began dancing.

Chelsea just shook her head. "It's official, you can't dance. In fact, you look like me having a seizure."

* * * * *

It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when Candice arrived at Nick's house at 12:30.

"Candice? What are you doing here? I thought you were out getting your nails done?" Nick was surprised to see the brunette beauty.

"I brought everything for the pre-prom party, silly." Candice said that as if Nick should've known.

"Not much of a party with three people." Nick ran his hand through his hair.

"Four people. I've invited my friend Ally over as well." Candice kissed Nick and started stroking his bulge through his pants. "Unless you think I should leave?" She added in a very sultry tone.

"No, no, it's fine. By all means, stay." Nick's voice was ragged.

"Oh goodie, because I'm not sure I want to wait till after prom for this." Candice pushed Nick to the couch and straddled him. "I really like you Nick." Candice kissed Nick and forced her tongue in his mouth. She began grinding on top of him. "How does that feel?"

"It feels good." Nick moaned.

"It does, doesn't it? Here, let me help you with these. "Candice moved both of Nick's hands to her breasts. "I really like you Nick. Do you like me?"

"Absolutely." Nick's erection was begging to be released from his pants.

"Really? You do?" Candice asked innocently. "Because I really want you inside me." She added seductively. "Do you want to be inside me Nick?"

"Yes. Yes I do." Nick breathed out.

"Good, because I really want you inside me. But would you still respect me afterward?"

"Of course, like I said, I like you." Nick managed to mumble. "Oh God, this feels great."

Candice flashed a wicked smile. "I'm not sure. I think the only reason you accepted me as a date was because you think I'm easy. I only really do it if it's the right guy. And I know you could be the right guy Nick." Candice slowed her grinding to a virtual stop. "How will I know if you truly like me? If only if there was something you could do for me to prove it?"

"Anything Candice. Anything for you. What can I do for you?" Nick asked greedily.

"Well there is one thing you could do, but I don't think you'll do it. But it's something I really, really want Nick." Candice was slowly increasing the pressure on Nick's crotch.

"What is it? Whatever it is, I'll do it." There was desperation in Nick's voice.

"I don't know." Candice sighed.

"Please Candice, give me a chance." Nick's tone was full of need.

Candice groud as fast as she could. "Nick, if you do this, my body is yours."

"Oh dear God, please tell me so I can do it." Nick's eyes filled with hunger.

"I want you to get Jason to take this." Candice reached in her pocket and pulled out a little plastic bag with some pills in it.

"What is it?"

"See, I knew you didn't like me." Candice went to get up.

Nick grabbed her hips. "No, no. I'll do it."

* * * * *

Jason arrived promptly at 1 PM at Nick's house. He grabbed his tux from the backseat and made his way to the front door. The door opened before he even knocked.

"Jason, glad you're here Buddy." Nick appeared anxious.

"Yeah, glad to be here. You alright?" Jason noticed his friend's uneasiness.

"I'm fine, but I'm having trouble with my bowtie. Think you could help?"

"I've never tied one, but let's Google it to see what we can do." Jason was relieved it was something minor.

"I'll get us some drinks. Go ahead to my room." Nick went into the kitchen as Jason headed upstairs.

"Candice, I don't think I can do this."

"Oh, Nick." Candice petted his manhood again. "This is something I really want." She kissed him deeply and rubbing her body against his. "Please, for us."

"Okay."

"Here, I already made the drinks. This one is yours and this one is his. Don't mix them up." Candice gave him another kiss. "As soon as he drinks it, come down and I'll be waiting." She finished by taking his hand and putting it on her pelvic area. "See how wet you make me?"

Nick grabbed the drinks and disappeared to his bedroom. Candice opened the front door and Allison and Tiffany walked in.

"Is he doing it?" Tiffany inquired as she sat on the couch.

"The geek will do anything as long as he thinks he's going to get a piece of this." Candice moved both her hands along the side of her body.

"Well if that's the case, you may have to give him a little something so we can keep using him as our pawn." Tiffany said with a laugh.

"I'll do whatever is necessary. It could be fun." Candice sat down across from Tiffany in the reclining chair.

"Well, I, for one, am ready to get my dork on." Allison put on a red wig. "Any of my blonde showing?"

"You look good." Tiffany said with a nod.

* * * * *

Jason grabbed the glass from Nick. "Thanks for the cola. I'm parched." Jason gulped half the glass down. "I found a website that demonstrates how to tie a bowtie. Hand that tie over here and we'll see if we can get this on you." Jason took another drink.

Nick tossed the tie to Jason. "Thanks for helping, man. I feel totally lost on this. It's just so last minute, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it. I felt rushed getting everything together in three weeks time." Jason finished his drink. "I can't imagine getting ready in one day. Alright, I think I got it. There, look in the mirror and tell me what you think."

"Awesome." Nick ran a comb through his hair. "I'm going to look good tonight."

"My turn to get ready. Do you mind if I take a quick shower?" 

"Go ahead." 

Jason came back within ten minutes and grabbed his tux. He first put on his boxers and black socks. He then slipped on his black slacks. As he was buttoning up his white, long sleeved shirt, he started feeling dizzy. "I need to sit down for a moment." Jason made his way to the bed.

"You alright Jason?" Nick didn't know what to expect from Candice's concoction, but he now was worried he may have made a mistake.

Jason's words were ragged. "I must be overexcited. I feel dizzy and my eyes are blurry." Jason blinked his eyes.

"Uh, I'll be right back." Nick went back downstairs. "Alright Candice, it's done. Oh, hi Allison, and what is Tiffany doing here?"

Candice used a hip swaying walk as she went towards Nick. "She came with Ally. I want to thank you for proving what a great man you are." Candice glanced back at Tiffany.

Tiffany thought for a moment, then quickly stuck her tongue in her cheek twice and smiled.

Candice turned back to Nick. "Here Nick, sit down. Time for our fun." As Nick sat, Candice wasted no time in removing Nick's pants and underwear. "Whoa. You're huge." Candice whispered as she knelt between his legs.

Nick was taken by surprise. "But Candice, Allison and Tiffany are watching."

"Don't worry about us; we'll leave you two alone." Tiffany stood and made her way to the steps. "It's show time Ally."

"You deserve this, big guy." Candice started teasing his shaft with her tongue.

Nick moaned as soon as she made contact and was fully erect in seconds.

"Ooh, such a big boy. What will I ever do with him?" Candice flashed Nick a look of innocence as she tried to take him fully. She got three quarters of the way down and had to pull up. "Holy Shit! That's the first time I haven't been able to do that before." She attacked again, more determined than ever. Bobbing up and down, taking more of him with each downward motion.

Nick was in heaven as Candice was savagely servicing him.

* * * * *

Allison and Tiffany stopped at Nick's bedroom door. "Ally, when you go in there, keep your head down and get on him reverse cowgirl. Keep your back to him and try not to talk. Remember, if you need to speak, whisper and call him Baby. Here's a condom. Chelsea never let anybody touch her without one and I doubt he is any different."

Ally nodded.

"Great, now get in there and do what you do best. I have to call The Bitch." Tiffany pulled out her cell phone.

Jason saw a red headed figure enter the room. "Beautiful, is that you?" Jason was mumbling his words.

In a hushed tone, Ally answered. "It's me, Baby."

"I feel like I'm drunk, but I didn't have anything. I'm having a hard time seeing, talking and I feel light headed."

"Shh. I know what's wrong and I'll make it all better." Ally removed Jason's lower garments and took Jason's entire member in her mouth, bringing him to full attention quickly.

* * * * *

Only half of Chelsea's hair was styled when her phone rang.

"You can get that. I have to get some more mousse. Just keep your head still." The beautician went into the back. 

Under the cape, Chelsea put her phone on speaker. "Hello, I'm at the salon, so be brief."

"Hi Chels, how's it going?" Tiffany said wickedly.

"Tiffany, I have nothing to say to you, bye." Chelsea scorned.

"I just thought you'd like to know what your boy toy is doing right now. Oh well, I guess not."

"Wait, what do you mean?' He's at Nick's." Chelsea said curiously.

The beautician returned and began working on the back of Chelsea's hair.

I'm sorry to say this, but you chose the wrong guy." Tiffany added in a sarcastic tone.

Chelsea threw some money down and flew out the boutique. Half her hair styled up looking like a movie star on the red carpet and the other half lay completely flat. "You better leave him alone Tiffany!" She was in her bug and made a beeline to Nick's house.

"I'm not doing anything." Tiffany innocently responded. "But I'll send you a picture of the memory Ally is making with him." Tiffany hung up.




Opposite Worlds Ch. 05



Chelsea knew Tiffany was up to no good, but would Jason really cheat on her? The gas pedal was to the floorboard as Chelsea tested the speed abilities of her car when her phone made the sound signifying she had received a picture message. She hesitantly hit the view button and held her breath. The anger inside her swelled as she saw Ally on top of her man. Her man, yeah, not any more. She slammed on the brakes as she arrived at Nick's. She threw the phone to floor.

Tiffany began in vain to try to get Ally's attention from the doorway. "Psst. Ally, we got to get out of here."

"In a minute, I'm almost there."

Jason grunted, his acknowledgement that he too was also close.

Chelsea charged through Nick's front door. She looked over and saw Candice riding Nick. 

"Oh fuck Nick. I can't believe a dork could have such a nice cock." Candice was going hard, repeatedly impaling herself on top of Nick.

"What the Hell is going on?" Chelsea screamed. "You guys think you can have a pre-prom orgy while I get my hair done? Where is that asshole, Jason?"

All Nick could do is point upstairs as he exploded inside Candice. 

"Oh God, I'm cumming too." Candice held on to Nick as she flooded Nick's manhood.

Chelsea stormed upstairs. 

Tiffany saw the incoming inferno. "Ally, we got to go now!" She shouted urgently into the bedroom.

Ally threw her head back as her orgasm overtook her as she began convulsing on top of Jason.

Chelsea shoved Tiffany out of the way and looked in horror at the vision in front of her. "Oh my God, it's true!"

Jason slurred almost intelligibly. "Beautiful, is that you?" He then had a spasm underneath Allison as his seed filled the condom.

Chelsea's fist hit the side of Allison's face with such force; she was knocked off of Jason and into the wall. "You Whore, get off of him! And as for you, we're through."

Allison scrambled to get her clothes on and rushed out. Tiffany followed right behind her, the two running down the stairs. Candice just finished getting dressed herself.

"Candice, time to go." Tiffany called. "We have to get ready for the prom!"

"Bye Nick." Candice then mouthed. "I'll call you, we need to talk." She hurried out after her friends.

Chelsea fell to her knees and began to sob.

"Whoa, my girl Chelsea is a bad ass. She beat herself up." Jason gave a chuckle and fell asleep.

* * * * *

Coming Soon Chapter 6: Can Anyone Forgive Anyone? 



Opposite Worlds Ch. 06



As always:

Thanks to "Alpineskier" for editing.
Thanks to "Doc" for story consulting.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age.  (So get your mind out of the gutter!)	

Ch. 6: Can Anyone Forgive Anyone?

Nick sat back, smiling as if he were a starving man who just got led to an all you can eat buffet.  He had one sexual experience before, if you can call 45 seconds an experience.  He had just entered his closest female friend when her parents came home.  But today, Candice Montgomery, a cheerleader, one of the hottest girls in school, fucked him, and it was glorious.  Breaking his reverie was an unusual sound coming from upstairs.  Was someone crying or should he say, wailing?

Nick got dressed quickly.  As he finished, he noticed Chelsea walking with her head down out the front door.  Suddenly the realization hit him and images of what had transpired flashed before his eyes.  Jason was drugged, and worse yet, he gave it to him.  Nick bounded up the stairs and found his friend lying on his bed, shirt unbuttoned, and his pants around his ankles.  He rushed to Jason's side.  Hoping he wasn't dead, he took his pulse.  He was alive!  Oh thank his lucky stars.  Now what to do?  Call the police?  No, he'd be arrested.  Call Dad?  No, he'd rather call the police.  He'd just have to ride it out and pray for the best.

Chelsea was at a loss.  She had no idea of what to do or where to go.  She lost all her "friends" when she chose Jason, she lost Jason when he chose Ally, and she definitely didn't want to go home.  Her mother would just lecture her that she was right, as always, and Jason wasn't good for her.  She just drove around the city aimlessly.  Chelsea was missing her senior prom and didn't care.  How could Jason do this to her?  She pulled over, and as she had been doing for the past couple hours, she cried until there were no more tears to shed.

* * *

Darkness settled across the city.  Nick was sitting in his office chair, next to his bed and a passed out Jason.  In seven hours, neither had moved from their positions.

Groggily, Jason's eyes were fluttering open to a room draped in blackness.  "Where am I?"

"My house and I'm sorry."   Nick took a deep breath, relieved that his friend awoke.

"What time is it?"  Jason wiped the sleep from his eyes.

"7:30 and I'm sorry."

"7:30!  Shit, we got to get to the prom.  Chelsea's going to be pissed."  Jason spun his legs off the side of the bed and suddenly stopped.  "What the fuck?  Why am I naked from the waist down?"

"Jason, I don't know how to tell you this, I'm really sorry, but I, I..."

Jason started getting dressed.  "You what?  Oh no, I'm naked and you're sorry.  You didn't, um, just tell me you didn't."

"I didn't."

Jason let out a sigh of relief.

"But Ally did."

"Ally?  How?  When?"  Jason was confused.

"It gets worse."  Nick added.

"Worse?  How can it get worse?"  Jason was on the verge of yelling.  "I'm in a relationship with the woman I love, who is probably pissed thinking I stood her up at the prom and you're telling me that I cheated on her with one of her ex-friends and a person I happen to loathe?  I don't remember any..."  Jason stopped and let out a snicker.  "You're messing with me right now.  Stop trying to be funny right now.  I have to get to Chelsea."  Jason finished tying his tie, completing the wrinkled tuxedo.

Nick shook his head.  Jason's small smile he had, turned to outright anger.

"What the fuck?  I know if Ally jumped on top of me, I would've remembered it.  I also would've remembered throwing that slut off of me immediately."  Jason was adamant.  "If all this happened, why don't I remember?"

Nick lowered his head to his hands.  "Because they drugged you."

"What?  Who?  When?"  Jason looked perplexed.

"Look, Candice arrived right before you did.  She was all over me.  All she wanted me to do is hand you a drink.  I knew she added something, but she got me so worked up, I would've tried to charge the White House with intent on overthrowing the government at that moment."

Jason threw his head back and closed his eyes, not wanting to believe what he was being told.

"After you drank it, I came down and Tiffany and Ally were here.  I started to question why, but that's when Candice pushed me to the couch and fucked my brains out.  Tiffany and Ally went upstairs.  Ally was wearing a red wig.  I'm really sorry man."

Jason lowered his head and looked back at Nick.  "And you helped them?"

"Yes and that's not the worst part."  Nick had a completely defeated tone to his voice.

"There's more?"  Jason was exasperated.

"Yeah, Chelsea showed up."

Jason grabbed his phone and headed for the door, punching numbers in with each stride.  He turned his head momentarily and glared at his alleged friend, wanting nothing more than to beat him senseless.  Nothing more except the need to be with his love, Chelsea.

* * *

Chelsea was sitting in her car in an empty parking lot to an abandoned restaurant that closed down three years ago.  She was desperate for clarity.  Since she left Nick's house, she became cognizant of two things.  She still loved Jason and all she wanted was for that love and current heartache she was feeling to vanish.  Her struggle was with the 'how'.  How can she expunge him from her thoughts when her heart yearns for him?  Amazing even herself, she began to cry again.

Chelsea's tears were halted as the muffled sounds of one of her favorite songs filled the car.  Startled for a moment, she realized her phone was underneath the passenger seat.  She felt a twinge in her heart when she looked at the call screen and it said "my man".  She contemplated not answering before hitting the accept button.

"What do you want?"  Chelsea was barely audible.  She wanted to yell, but was emotionally drained.

"Beautiful, please."  Jason begged.  "I can explain."

"Explain?  Explain how you can fuck Ally?  And you don't get to call me beautiful anymore."

It was obvious to Jason that Chelsea was crying, and by the sound of it, crying for a prolonged period of time.  "I don't even remember it Chelsea.  Nick said..."

Chelsea cut him off.  "Our love was so insignificant to you that you had sex with a whore and don't remember?  Well I was there Jason, and I remember it vividly."  Chelsea's voice was finally increasing in tone as anger filled her body as she recalled the scene.

"Chelsea, please, hear me out."  Jason asked desperately.

"No."  Chelsea replied coldly.

"Nick admitted to putting something in my drink and the only memories I have from being at his house is helping him with a bowtie and an image of you punching yourself.  That last part was probably a dream."  Jason said bluntly, hoping to get it all out before Chelsea hung up.  Jason was expecting to hear a dial tone, but no sound came through his phone.  Each second felt like an eternity.  "Chelsea, I love you.  Please tell me where you are at so I can see you."

Part of her wanted to scream fuck you, we're over.  The other half wanted to apologize for believing he would intentionally cheat on her.  At this point in time, there was only one middle ground.  Chelsea hit the end button, terminating the call.

Jason knew she hung up.  That wasn't a dropped call; she hung up.  Could he blame her?  If this was reversed, he would have a hard time believing her.  After seven hours, two friends could definitely devise an excuse.  He needed a confession.  No, he didn't need Nick; he needed Tiffany, Ally, or Candice to come clean.  Besides Nick would end up in the hospital if he saw him right now.  He had to get to the prom, immediately.

* * *

Jason pulled into the Regency Gardens limousine parking area.  His escort stuck out like a sore thumb, but he didn't care.  It was closest to the door.  He rushed in and began searching through the sea of people.  At last, he spotted Ally in a red, very revealing dress.  She was heading to the punch bowl.  Jason came up behind her and pulled her left arm behind her back.

"You look like you need some air Ally.  Let's go outside."  Jason said through gritted teeth.

"Please don't hurt me."  Ally was frightened.

When they hit the doors outside, Jason used his free hand to reach in his pocket.  He hit the call back button and left the phone in his pocket.  When he heard the muffled sound of Chelsea saying "What?", he began.

"Why did you do it Ally, huh?  Why?"  Jason was loud and clear, determined to have Chelsea hear this conversation.

"You better let me go; John will be looking for me."  Ally pleaded.

"I don't care.  I would rather John kill me than have Chelsea believe I cheated on her."  Jason seethed.  "And since I don't remember, I want you to fill in the blanks."  Jason added more torque to her arm.

"Owww, you're hurting me."  Ally's eyes formed tears.

"You've hurt me far worse.  Now talk and speak up."

Ally caved.  "It was Tiffany's plan to get back at Chelsea.  Tiffany got the drugs.  Tiffany told Candice to seduce your friend.  Tiffany told me to get a red wig and fuck you.  Tiffany called Chelsea so she could witness it.  Please let me go."  Ally implored.

"One more question.  "Why?  Why the hate for Chelsea?"

"At first it was Chelsea's rebellion against her.  Tiffany said we had to teach her a lesson.  Now I think she is jealous of Chelsea and your relationship.  She's not going to stop.  To her it's a game and she wins when you two are broken..."

"Hey, let go of her!"  John, a 6'4" linebacker who has a scholarship to play football at a division one college in the Fall, called out.

Ally crumpled to the ground as Jason let her go.  He then took off in a sprint around the building as his car was unfortunately on the other side.  He reached in his pocket and took out his phone.  "Did you get all that Beautiful?"  Much to Jason's dismay, the only response was a dial tone.  "Fuck!"  Jason screamed and returned the phone to his pocket.  Ten yards away from the parking lot, Jason was tackled from behind, right on the edge of the grass.

"Ah!"  Jason exclaimed at his body's upheaval and subsequent planting into the ground.  He braced for his pounding from John.  Instead, hard kisses found his neck and side of his face.  Jason rolled over and found that Chelsea was on top of him.

"Oh Baby, I'm sorry I doubted you."  Chelsea kissed him again.

Jason stopped Chelsea and held her head in his arms.  "You have nothing to apologize for.  We suspected something last night and I put myself in that unfavorable position, so I apologize to you for the suffering I caused you.  I love you."

"Oh Baby, I love you too."  The couple's lips locked and tongues intertwined.

Jason stood and held out his hand.  "Beautiful, may I have this dance?"

"Oh no, I can't.  I don't have my dress and my hair is a mess."  Chelsea's hands went immediately to flatten her hair.

"You are at your most magnificent right now.  C'mon, I promised I would take you to prom and that's what I'm going to do."

Chelsea embraced his hand and the couple marched into the banquet hall, Jason in his tux with grass stains on it and Chelsea in a v-neck t-shirt and jeans.  They went straight to the dance floor.  The two danced for the remainder of their senior prom, all one and a half songs of it.

Jason walked Chelsea to her car and opened the door for her.  They had agreed to meet at Jason's so he could change, grab his overnight bag and Chelsea's three bags, and go to the local all night diner for some food.  As Jason reached his car, there was something under his windshield wiper.  He had got a parking ticket.  He looked at his phone and noted it was 11:59 pm.  He gave a quick chuckle, grateful that in one minute a new day would begin.

* * *

Jason and Chelsea finally made it to the hotel room.  Jason dropped their bags by the dresser and went to use the restroom.  Chelsea was tired, but she really wanted the evening to end on a high note after the Hell they have been through that day.  Besides, she had a surprise for her man.  She stripped her clothes off, pulled down the comforter, and settled in the bed.  When Jason walked out, he was going to see her in all her glory.  She waited patiently.

Jason wasn't in the bathroom long.  After washing his hands, he slipped out of his clothes, leaving only his boxers on.  After the emotional rollercoaster of the day, he was tired but wanted to be ready for anything from Chelsea.  Whether she wanted to just fool around or have animalistic fucking or the sweetness of making love, he was prepared.  One thing he learned is he never knew what to expect when they are alone.  She was a chameleon.  Her style always changed.

Jason came into the room, still smiling at his previous thought when he saw the most phenomenal picturesque sight.  Chelsea, nude, lying on the bed peacefully sleeping.  He took off his boxers, turned off the light, and gently pulled up the blanket to cover his precious love.  He carefully slipped in next to her and wrapped his arms around her body.  The edges of Chelsea's mouth curved slightly upward with the embrace.  Jason just stared at her with his own grin, thinking after all of Tiffany's efforts, he was ever so grateful that they were here, together, and still very much in love.  Jason knew if they can get through today, they could survive any deplorable circumstance the future may hold.  Then the thought of the fact that they were actually going to sleep together hit him, a rare use of the literal meaning of that word.  He was going to wake up with her still in his arms.  That excited him as his eyelids became heavy and closed.

Jason was excited indeed.  He was dreaming that Chelsea was on top of him, riding him slowly, as if she was trying to savor the feeling.  She felt different from any other time they had sex.  He could feel her all around his manhood.  He felt the velvety smoothness of her depths and it was better than anything he ever imagined.  He felt her womanly juices soaking and coating his shaft.  He felt her relax and constrict around his pole, trying to milk him for all he's worth.  Every time she was completely impaled, she gave a circular grinding motion that made him believe he was in heaven.  The feeling was intense.  Wait.  Could it be?  Afraid he would wake from this dream if he opened his eyes; he lifted his hands and found the familiar nubile body of his love.

"I was wondering when you'd wake up, Baby."  Chelsea moaned out.

In the moment it took Jason's eyes to open, Chelsea's lips were attached to his with devotion.  Chelsea sat back up and increased her speed.  The two were on different rhythms that worked together in perfect harmony.  Jason was caressing all around her tits and gently pinching and pulling her nipples with one hand and lightly playing with her clit with the other.  He was thrusting slowly, one for every two she was giving him.  Chelsea, however, was going at breakneck speed.  She was attacking his cock with reckless abandon.  She had a consistent stream of unintelligible words filling the air until it became one elongated moan.  She shrieked in ecstasy.  It was as if a tsunami flooded over Jason's dick.  Jason then put his hands on her hips and slammed into her with one final push, his seed pouring into her.  Their fluids crashed together as if they were cymbals marking the end of their symphony.

Chelsea collapsed on top of Jason with her head on his chest.  Jason kissed her forehead.  

"You didn't put a condom on me, did you?"  Jason's voice filled with concern.

"Nope."  Chelsea answered as if Jason asked  whether it was going to rain today.

"Morning after pill?"  Jason hoped.

"Nope."  Chelsea responded just as mundanely.

"Beautiful, I don't think we are ready to..."

Chelsea lifted her head and flashed Jason an amused look.

"What?"  Jason asked.

"I went on the pill the day after your dad caught us.  I wanted to surprise you last night, but I fell asleep.  Sorry.  So I figured this morning is just as good.  I hope you liked your surprise, Baby."

"You never cease to astonish me.  I love you Beautiful."

"I love you too Baby."


Coming soon Ch. 7: Individual Days Spent Together



Opposite Worlds Ch. 07



As always:

Thanks to "Alpineskier" for editing.

Thanks to "Doc" for story consulting.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!)

Ch. 7: Individual Days Spent Together

Since Monday was Senior Skip Day, the couple had two days to enjoy themselves. Jason had a novel idea. They always went to the movies or the occasionally bowling, never again miniature golfing, but this weekend he wanted to be special, anything to get the foulness of Tiffany from their memory. They had to check out soon and they had no plans. He turned off the TV, entered the bathroom, and sat on the edge of the tub.

Chelsea looked at him in the mirror as she began to apply her make-up. "Hey Baby, what are you thinking?"

"I was thinking that I can't believe that after being in here for 45 minutes you are not ready, even though when you rolled out of bed you were already the most gorgeous, stunning, and downright sexiest woman in the world."

Chelsea stopped what she was doing, blinked once, and smiled. "Thanks, but was that a compliment to my beauty or an insult to how much time I spend to look my absolute best for you?"

Jason laughed. "I just can't win with you."

"Nope." Chelsea went back to work on her face. "The sooner you accept that, the better off you are."

"Well, with that in mind, I have an idea on what to do the next two days."

"Oh really? What movies do you want to see?" Chelsea applied her mascara.

"None. I am offering you a deal, but it involves concessions on both our parts." Jason tilted his head. "You interested?"

"Let's hear it first." Chelsea took the cap off her lipstick.

"Well, I thought we could each have a day. I will go anywhere and do everything you want to do today, but tomorrow we go anywhere and do everything I want to do."

Chelsea, now finished with her make-up, turned to face Jason. "Why, what do you want to do tomorrow?" She immediately thought if she said yes, that Monday would be the longest, most boring day of her life.

"Doesn't matter. What matters is what do you want to do today?" Jason wasn't about to tell her.

Chelsea gave Jason a wicked grin. "Okay, agreed. I'm done in here so let's go to the mall." She walked out of the bathroom, not allowing him to change his mind.

"There's one stipulation." Jason added as he entered the room.

"I knew it." Chelsea threw some clothes in one of her bags. "As soon as I said the "m" word you'd back out."

"No phones." Jason grabbed his bag and set it by the door.

"What?" Chelsea looked at him with confusion. "I was certain you were going to change your mind."

"No, I'm not changing my mind. I just want you all to myself. We will have each other's undivided attention. I think you'll survive one day without your phone."

Chelsea let out a small whimper. "Alright, but you'll have to hold mine. I will try to sneak it when you're not looking."

* * * * * 

Jason held the mall door entrance door open and Chelsea entered. She was so used to it that if he didn't do it, she would've splattered into it like a bug on a windshield. Chelsea got ten feet into the building and turned around. Jason was frozen at the entrance.

"What's wrong Baby?" Chelsea asked, a little worried.

"Nothing. It's been in fact six years since the last time I've been here, and that was because my mom made me. I'm just delaying the breaking of a pretty impressive streak. That's all." Jason smiled at her.

Chelsea shook her head and went back and grabbed Jason's hand. "C'mon, a deal is a deal. Besides, I need someone to carry my bags."

Jason was the good soldier at the shoe store, the purse store, and the four clothes stores he was dragged to. He answered honestly to Chelsea's frequent questions about what he liked, what might go together, or what color looked best. Jason also found out that he was always wrong. He was wrong about everything, including where in the mall they should eat lunch. Despite hating the mall, Jason realized he was still happy. All he needed was to be with Chelsea.

Chelsea was having a blast. She enjoyed tormenting Jason with fashion. He actually gave some good suggestions a couple of times, but didn't want him to know that. She asked him more than she did Tiffany when they used to shop together. Whatever Jason chose to do tomorrow, she was getting her days worth today. She then decided to really test him and headed straight for the lingerie store.

"Beautiful, do I have to go in there?" Jason asked hopefully.

"Sure, you can wait over there." Chelsea said deviously.

"Really?" Jason was shocked.

"Absolutely." Chelsea gave a smile. "But you give up your day tomorrow."

"Alright, let's get this over with." Jason replied defeated.

In the other stores, Jason always had a visual on Chelsea, but would wander and browse himself. In the lingerie shop, he was never more than two feet right behind her with his eyes emblazoned on the floor as if The Secret to Life was etched in the carpet. He was following her around like a puppy.

Chelsea had questions immediately, trying to test his resolve. She hovered around the clothes racks longer than she needed and seemed to say "I don't know" and "I'm not sure" quite often. After picturing herself in all the outfits, she was getting horny. She accumulated a small pile of bras, thongs, and corsets she liked and went to the cashier, a long haired brunette woman a year or two older than herself with a nametag that said "Sheila". Sheila had been eyeing the mismatched couple curiously since they walked in together, noticing Chelsea was in designer jeans and Jason in a Yoda t-shirt.

"I'd like to try these on." Chelsea set the items on the counter.

"Sure, follow me." Sheila grabbed a key and led them to a door. She unlocked it and then pulled it open, revealing a row of doors on each side. "There you go. Take any room you'd like."

Chelsea smiled at Jason. "C'mon."

"Sorry miss, he can't go back. He can wait right here for you." Sheila pointed to three chairs right outside the door she opened.

Chelsea frowned. "Alright." She then went into the first door.

Sheila looked at Jason. "Sorry I ruined your fun."

Jason blushed as he sat down; realizing they both knew why Chelsea wanted him to go back with her. 

Sheila took a couple steps towards the counter, then turned around, came back and sat next to Jason. "Can I ask you something?" Curiosity about the couple finally got the best of her.

Jason turned his head and looked directly into Sheila's eyes. "What would you like to know?"

Jason's expression shocked Sheila. His eyes had locked with hers, instead of staring at her chest, which was the normal reaction she received. His voice had an air of confidence, which is the exact opposite of what he portrayed to be when he walked throughout the store. After only six words, she knew the answer to her question. "Never mind." Sheila stood.

"Too bad. It was a romantic story about a nerd and a cheerleader." Jason said as if reading her thoughts.

Sheila offered Jason a smile. "I've got another customer. Just come to the counter when she's ready."

As Sheila walked off, the rest of the store came into view. Jason's awkwardness returned. At least with Chelsea next to him at least people knew he wasn't a pervert. His gaze returned to the floor.

Chelsea first tried on a red corset with black trim. She never wore one before and struggled with it momentarily. She put on the matching thong and black fishnet stockings. She looked in the mirror. Her B cups were pushed higher in the air as the material hugged her lithe body. She felt incredibly sexy and wanted nothing more than for Jason not only to see, but touch her more than ever. She came out of the dressing room and peeked out the door that was a gateway to the outside world. "Psst, is she around, Baby?"

Jason glanced up to see only Chelsea's head, the door acting as a shield to the rest of her body, and looked to spot Sheila. "She's by the entrance helping a customer."

Chelsea gave a lustful smile as her hand appeared. Her finger enticing him to come inside.

Jason slipped into the door and Chelsea pushed him into the first changing room. Suddenly his eyes went wide, his mouth hung open, and his dick instantly hardened to full capacity as he saw Chelsea through the mirror. He was speechless. 

Chelsea had the look of a predator in her eye. A lioness stalking her prey as she sashayed into the dressing room. She pulled down the thong and bent over. "I need it hard, fast, and right now, Baby."

Jason pulled down his shorts and underwear as his erection stood at attention. He grabbed her waist and buried himself to the hilt. "We are definitely buying this outfit." He repeatedly slammed into her with full force.

Chelsea's arms kept buckling against the wall. She made no attempt to mute her screams.

Looking into the mirror, Jason got a great view of Chelsea's cleavage. He reached around and began kneading her tits and rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

Chelsea's back arched. "Oh my God! This feels insane. Here it comes."

There were two knocks on the door as Chelsea's orgasm swept through her body. "I said he couldn't come back here. Everyone can hear you out there."

"We're...so...sorry." Jason exploded into Chelsea. 

They collapsed onto the one place they could in the small room, Jason never letting go of his embrace.

"C'mon you two. He can't be back here." Sheila said with urgency.

Jason put his clothes back on and kissed Chelsea. "I apologize for not being able to hold you longer. I'll see you out there." He opened the door to see a disgruntled Sheila.

"Really guys, you couldn't wait until you got home?" Sheila shook her head.

"I apologize for any problems we may have caused you." Jason displayed concern.

"I don't think you understand how thin these walls are. I lost a customer but gained three because of you two. I just hope nobody tells my boss, I'll be fired." Sheila opened the outer door.

"I truly hope that doesn't happen. Why don't you give me your corporate number and I'll call in a compliment for you." Jason exited the changing area to the sound of applause from a small group of people, ages between 19 and 67. The old woman was banging her cane against the floor.

Jason let out a chuckle, blushed a little, and sat down.

"Alright everyone." Sheila waved the crowd to disperse. "Show's over. You can only stay if you buy something." After a moment, she came back and sat next to Jason. "If you two happen to break up, here's my number." She went to hand him a piece of paper.

Jason looked at her in the eyes and spoke with the utmost sincerity. "I can't accept that, but thank you for the offer."

"Oh well. You can't blame a girl for trying." Sheila got up and resumed her place at the counter.

Chelsea was dressed, but still peeked out from behind the door. Seeing Jason alone, she ran to him. She set the lingerie garments down and hugged him. "You must really love me to turn down a good looking, big breasted, older woman for me."

"You heard?"

"I was getting ready to come out when I heard her talking."

"So which outfits do you want to buy?" Jason tried to change the subject.

Chelsea glanced up at Jason. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Chelsea put her head in Jason's chest, and held him tighter. She glared an evil eye in Sheila's direction.

* * * * *

The sunrise was glimmering through the cracks of the houses from across the street, casting Jason's silhouette on the front door of the Pollack house at 6:15 in the morning. He was dressed in a white button down dress shirt and black slacks. He grabbed his cell phone and called Chelsea.

A very groggy Chelsea answered. "Hello."

"Good morning Beautiful." Jason countered in the most upbeat way.

"Jason? What time is it?" Chelsea wiped the sleep from her eyes.

"Quarter after six."

"Baby, if we had school I would've only woke up a half hour ago. Call me in a couple hours, okay?" Chelsea rolled over on her bed away from the sunlight.

"I'm here." Jason was chipper.

"What?"

"I'm here."

"No. That wasn't an 'I didn't hear you' what. It was a 'what the hell are you talking about' what."

"It's my day to pick what we do. Since the sun rose to start the day, I'm here to start ours."

"Fine." Chelsea showed her disdain and hung up. She dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the door. "Whoa, you look good. So I guess that means we're not going to one of those comic book conventions, huh?"

"No, not this time." Jason laughed.

"Not anytime." Chelsea muttered.

"These are for you." Jason handed Chelsea a dozen roses.

"Oh Baby, they're gorgeous. When did you find the time to get these?"

"I went out after you dropped me off last night." Jason went to kiss her.

Chelsea used her hand to cover her mouth. "No, I have morning breath."

"I don't care." Jason removed Chelsea's hand and kissed her firmly.

"Well, I better get dressed then. I guess I can't go where we are going in just a robe." With the remnants of sleep gone, Chelsea had an extra bounce to her step as she bounded toward her bedroom.

By the time Chelsea got ready, a quick breakfast, and the forty minute car drive, the couple made Jason's destination right when it opened at 9:00 AM. As was customary, he went around to the passenger side door to open it. 

Chelsea was wearing a light blue sundress and heeled sandals. While Jason went around the car, she hiked up her dress to her waist. Jason opened the door and she stepped out, flashing him the fact she wasn't wearing panties.

Jason shook his head.

Chelsea smiled. "I can't help it. When my man gets me flowers, I like to give him mine." She slipped her arm through Jason's arm and started walking. "You took me to an art museum? I've never been here before."

"That doesn't surprise me. Not a field trip I see Tiffany making." Jason kissed Chelsea. "I hope you enjoy it."

Chelsea thought about that for a moment. She gazed at Jason and grinned. Since he came into her life, she has become someone she has longed to be, herself. He gave her that strength, that confidence. Suddenly the idea of spending the day with Jason, whether it is a Star Wars marathon or an art museum, would make a perfect day.

The couple slowly made their way through the hallowed halls of the exhibits. Chelsea intently viewed certain paintings while not giving others a second glance. On those she lingered, Jason was there to either offer a small amount of information about the artwork or just hold her until she was ready to continue forward. Chelsea seemed most interested in the impressionist wing and especially one painting of a couple leaning in to kiss each other. The artist appeared to capture the love between two people.

"This one is my favorite." Chelsea said in a low voice, as if she was talking to herself.

"That is a great coincidence." Jason smiled. "This is exactly where a major event in your life occurred."

"What?" Chelsea was confused.

"C'mon, you ready for lunch?" Jason wanted to change the subject.

"We can have lunch after you tell me about the major event in my life that happened here."

"It's your life, you mean you don't know?" Jason chuckled.

"Jason." Chelsea raised her voice slightly.

"Chelsea." Jason mocked her.

"Tell me." Chelsea was defiant.

"Beautiful, let's get lunch." Jason put his arm around her and almost had to push her to start her walking.

The couple was passing the bathrooms when Chelsea pushed Jason into the ladies room. "I know what will get you to tell me." Chelsea backed him into the last stall, dropped to her knees, and made short work of his pants.

"Beautiful, this isn't the place for... Oh my God, you do that so well."

Chelsea attacked Jason as she deep throated him. She bobbed up and down with speed and suction, encouraging a quick release from him.

Jason tensed up. "I'm close."

With that, Chelsea stopped and smiled. "You ready to tell me?"

Jason looked down. "You're kidding, right?"

Chelsea stood and lightly stroked his shaft. "You can tell me, Baby. I'll take care of you." She lifted her dress and rubbed his manhood at her mouth's entrance.

Despite the repercussions, Jason held firm. "It literally pains me to say this, but it's something you'll have to figure out on your own, Beautiful."

Chelsea gave a pouty face. "Damn it, I'm horny too. Just tell me already."

"You're incorrigible." Jason was steadfast.

"Oh well." Chelsea left the stall and went out the door, leaving Jason with his pants around his ankles in the women's bathroom, hard as a rock.

* * * * * 

Under the porch light of the Pollack house with the night sky behind them, the lovers were saying their good-nights.

"I love you, Beautiful." Jason kissed Chelsea.

"I you too, Baby."

"Just to let you know, I'm going to get you back for that stunt in the restroom."

Chelsea laughed. "It's your fault. I can't believe you were stuck in there for twenty minutes after I left. What was that little girl doing?"

"She missed the toilet and was trying to clean it up." Jason shook his head. "By the way, here's your phone back. You can surgically reattach it to your ear again."

"Ha-ha." Chelsea mocked as she turned her phones volume from silent to max. "Oh wow, I've got like 30 missed calls and my voice mailbox is full." Chelsea scrolled down the list. "They're all from Candice."

Jason became suspicious as he checked his phone. "My voice mail is at capacity as well." Jason paused. "They're all from Nick."

Coming soon, the last installment: Chapter 8: Mutiny and Graduation



Opposite Worlds Ch. 08



As always:

Thanks to "Alpineskier" for editing.

Thanks to "Doc" for story consulting.

All characters involved in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age. (So get your mind out of the gutter!)

Chapter 8: Mutiny and Graduation

Nick was used to being ignored. He waited right outside the cafeteria as the troves of students herded their way to their usual tables. The bell rang signifying the start of lunch. He glanced at his watch. He already knew the time; he was just anxiously anticipating Candice's arrival. 

"Hey Nick." Candice greeted Nick with a brief kiss on the lips. "I have to admit, I'm really nervous to go in there."

"I know what you mean. If we don't work out, not saying we won't, we'll have no one, already alienating all our friends. If our relationship succeeds, judging by what has happened with Jason and Chelsea, Tiffany is going to be an unbearable pain in the ass."

"Speaking of friends, did you get a hold of Jason?"

"No, he wouldn't answer any of my calls or texts." Nick lowered his head. "Did you get a hold of Chelsea?"

"Nope." Candice's head lowered in defeat.

Nick grabbed Candice's hand and held it tightly. "As long as we have each other, we'll be fine."

Candice's eyes met with Nick's. "I know, and I am happy. If this doesn't work, we'll just spend our lunch in the library and eat after school."

The two teens entered the cafeteria and cautiously made their way in the direction of Jason, Chelsea, and Adam. An eerie silence descended upon the room. No one moved. Some students were standing, some were sitting with forks that had just entered their mouths, unable to chew, but all eyes were focused on Nick and Candice's every step.

As the two came closer, each step they took increased Chelsea's rage tenfold. She wanted to confront them, but as she stood, a gentle hand landed on her shoulder.

"Beautiful, before you react, look over there." Jason pointed to Chelsea's former table. The sight before them was Tiffany, appearing to be on the verge of spontaneously combusting. "This isn't in her plans." Jason took a deep breath. "It doesn't mean we forgive and forget, but maybe we should hear them out before we do react."

"You can't be serious." Then Chelsea peered at Jason and knew he was. "Whatever. I'll listen, and then I'll kick their asses. I can't believe you can be so calm right now."

"I'm not. I'm just better at controlling it." Jason kissed Chelsea's cheek.

At that moment, Nick and Candice arrived and Adam was the first to speak.

"Alright, I know something happened between the four of you, and Chelsea reminds me of a thermometer with her temperature so high, she's going to erupt. All I want to know is when do I get a cheerleader on my arm?"

Jason gave a hard glare at Adam, and he quickly slumped as far back into his chair as he could. Jason then put his arm around Chelsea's waist and made eye contact with Nick. "Say your piece."

"And it better be good!" Chelsea shouted out as she pounded a fist into the table.

Nick was prepared for Chelsea's temper. That he could handle. What really frightened him was Jason's demeanor. He was stoic and it reminded him of a mob boss about to order a hit on someone. His cold stare almost made him pee himself. "Candice and I stand here before you because we acknowledge we were wrong. There is no amount of apologies we can say to make this right. There is nothing we can do to change what we did, but we're happy we were able came together. We sincerely regret what happened to you two, and we are sorry. Especially from me to you Jason. We've been friends a long time and I threw it away. I may be naïve in my thinking; I just hope that someday you'll forgive me."

"Chelsea." Candice then pleaded. "You know how Tiffany controlled us. If I didn't follow through, she would've turned on me. All I wanted was to be a part of that crowd. But now I have Nick and I see how horrible I was. We had some good times without Tiffany. That was the real me. I'm so sorry. I hope one day you may be able to forgive me."

Chelsea went to go on a tirade, but Jason's arm squeezed at her side. She could tell Jason was still trying to digest what he heard. Just another reason why she loved him. She was so brash and he was so calm and collected.

A couple minutes passed when Jason finally spoke. "It's too soon, Nick." Jason shook his head. "Maybe after some time, but right now it's too soon."

"Let's go." Nick said in a whisper as he put his arm around Candice, her head resting on his shoulder as they left the cafeteria.

After a few moments, Adam's curiosity finally bested him. "Okay guys, what happened? Nick is with Candice now and we're without either of them."

"All I'm going to say is, because of those two, Chelsea and I only spent 15 minutes at the prom together." Jason then turned his attention to Chelsea. "Sorry for cutting you off, Beautiful, but I wanted to discuss this together first. What do you think?"

"Despite being the only girl in this little group." Chelsea pointed down at the table. "I was about to tell them off when you squeezed me."

"I don't disagree, but I'm glad you didn't. I don't think they'll be a problem anymore." Jason nodded his head towards Tiffany. "We can't let our guard down against her."

Tiffany's anger subsided and a wicked smile appeared. "Ally; it looks like Candice chose the path of Chelsea. That is unacceptable. We've been going after Chelsea, but we need to attack Jason. We need Jason to break-up with Chelsea, and then we'll go after Nick. We've been going at this all wrong. I have an idea, but we'll have to get some help." Tiffany looked out of the cafeteria toward the sophomore lockers and remembered a prior incident that seemed to be so insignificant, but now is the catalyst to her new scheme. "I know just who we need." Tiffany finished with a laugh.

*

Chelsea, Jason, and Jessica were all giddy it was finally Friday. School was out for the weekend and all of them couldn't wait to start it. Jessica couldn't wait to go over her best friend's house. She was staying the night over Melanie's house to celebrate her friend's 17th birthday. Jason couldn't wait to have sex with Chelsea in his own bed. Because Jessica was usually home and Ms. Pollack worked late, they were usually over at Chelsea's house. Although he loved sex with Chelsea, it seemed every time they were in her bed, one of the plethora of stuffed animals she had always found a way to get in his ass crack. Chelsea couldn't wait because she bought a new bikini and, knowing Jessica wasn't going to be around, wanted to test Jason's reaction to the lack of fabric.

When they reached the Akers house, Jason went to the restroom, Jessica packed a bag and left, and Chelsea, who had her swimsuit in her backpack, quickly changed in Jason's room and grabbed a towel.

When Jason was done in the bathroom, he heard nothing. He gave a chuckle, finding the humor in how much noise the three of them made a mere five minutes ago only to have absolute silence now.

"Beautiful, where are you?" Jason called out to the empty home.

Chelsea didn't answer but Jason quickly deduced she was out back when he heard the splash of someone diving in the pool. He made his way to one of the lounge chairs decorating the side of the pool. He took off his t-shirt, shoes, and socks, leaving him in just his beige cargo shorts. He watched with a smile as Chelsea completed a lap.

Chelsea wiped the water from her face and saw Jason sitting in the chair watching her. "Are you going to join me?"

"I don't have a suit."

"You don't have a suit?"

"Nope." Jason shrugged his shoulders.

"Why not?" Chelsea thought that was odd.

"Aren't you full of questions?" Jason gave a laugh. "A few years ago I almost drowned in the lake. I was swimming underwater and as I tried to come up, my foot got caught in some seaweed. I really haven't gone swimming since and I outgrew my suit. I figured it would be a waste of money to buy something I would rarely use."

The look of disappointment that was strewn on Chelsea's face was quickly replaced by her lustful smile. She slowly exited the shallow end of the pool and provocatively swayed her hips as she made her way to Jason. 

Jason's eyes lit up and mouth hung open at the vision before him. The scene reminded him of Phoebe Cates in "Fast times at Ridgemont High". Only Chelsea's bikini consisted of two little triangles and string. What the triangles were for, he had no clue. What he assumed was white fabric before it got wet was now transparent. Jason tented his shorts.

"You can swim in your boxers." Chelsea gave Jason a passionate, soulful, lover's kiss. She then caressed his bulge. "Promise I won't let you drown. And if you come in, I'll give you a reward."

"Okay." Jason was convinced and shed his shorts.

Chelsea led Jason to the stairs, her hand never leaving his manhood. Jason easily waded into the water. He wasn't afraid of swimming, but given the choice, he chose not to. However, given the choice between sitting in a chair and swimming while having sex with Chelsea, that was an easy choice for both his heads to make.

"You got me here, now what?" Jason asked playing dumb.

"Close your eyes." Chelsea said, still sporting her lustful smile.

Without hesitation, Jason did as instructed. He suddenly thought he heard the theme from "Jaws" playing faintly in the background. Chelsea removed her bikini bottom and the dipped underneath the water, pulling Jason's boxers as she went. 

Jason had to reposition his feet to keep from going down himself and when he heard Chelsea reemerge, he asked simply, "Can I open them?"

"Don't you always tell me to have patience?" Chelsea tossed both their garments out of the pool.

Jason snickered as Chelsea took a deep breath and went under again. Chelsea eased her lips over his shaft, being careful not to let water in. Jason's eyes flew open at the realization Chelsea was giving him an underwater blowjob. His head leaned back and his breath quickened. He felt an insane amount of suction as Chelsea went as fast as she could. This was definitely worth going swimming. After nearly a minute, Chelsea's head shot out of the water, her lungs gasping for air. Her eyes found Jason's face and with the utter amazement he exuded, she knew she would be doing that again. As soon as she caught her breath, she jumped into Jason's arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. The couple's tongues battled back and forth in a duel for the ages. Jason slowly backed his way to the wall, turned, and lifted Chelsea onto the edge.

"Your turn." Jason drove his face in between her legs.

"Oh." Chelsea responded, shocked at how swift Jason attacked her.

Jason's tongue dove deep inside her and his hands tenderly massaged the insides of her thighs. Inch by inch, his hands went in a circular motion towards her womanhood. As they reached their destination, his thumbs spread her labia wide, allowing his tongue to spear further into her. Both his index fingers assaulted her clit, lightly tantalizing it from all angles. Chelsea was in heaven as she began bucking her hips into Jason. Her orgasm was imminent. Jason suddenly switched and buried three fingers into her sex and sucked her clit with zeal. That did it. Chelsea pulled his head as hard into herself as she could and wrapped her legs around his head. Her eyes fluttered, head flew back, and spewed loud, indiscernible words into the soft air. Wave upon wave flooded into Jason's mouth as he tried in desperation to keep up. At last Chelsea's legs loosened their vice and Jason pried his head away. 

"Beautiful, I love the way you taste." Jason licked his lips.

Chelsea reached down and grabbed Jason's pole, slid down, and impaled herself. She let out a gasp at its insertion. "And I love the way you fuck me, Baby." She wrapped her legs around him and started bouncing slowly.

The two kissed and didn't stop as Jason backed her in to the side of the wall. Bracing himself, he began to thrust with intensity, pounding into Chelsea with reckless abandon. The water splashed out of the pool with ferocity. Each of their bodies was heating up to a boiling point in the cool water. They were one entity. No words were needed as they both reached a crescendo, and then broke through it, climaxing together. Jason's cock buried to the hilt and Chelsea's pussy milking it for all its worth.

Chelsea gave Jason a kiss full of passion. "Baby, that was amazing." She sighed and then laid her head on his shoulder, completely relaxed in a state of heaven.

Jason moved one of his hands to cuddle her head; the other holding tightly around her waist. "Beautiful that was so much more. It was perfect." He let her back rest against the wall and held her, unable to move any further. Time passed.

"I found them, Honey." Tim came through the sliding door. "They're in the pool."

Jason and Chelsea were snapped from their euphoric state at the intrusion of Tim. Jason was beginning to panic as Chelsea turned around. "Good evening Mr. Akers." She was as bubbly as ever despite Jason being nude her from the waist down. She was using the wall to shield herself and her body to shield Jason.

"I see you got my son to go swimming. Impressive. So how did he do?"

"He was fantastic. Like he was born to be in the water, Sir."

"That's great. Jason, I thought your trunks didn't fit?"

"Oh, I'm wearing a pair of boxers."

"I see. Well, I better go help your Mom with dinner." Tim turned, and instead of going straight in, he took a couple steps to the left to the side of the nearby chaise lounge chair and made a kicking motion. "Don't be too long you two. And you really should keep better track of time." Jason's boxers and Chelsea's bikini bottoms landed about a foot from the couple.

"You have the coolest Dad ever!" Chelsea exclaimed as she grabbed both garments.

Tim walked behind Mae, and put both arms around her. One hand cupping her right breast; the other massaging her pelvic region interrupting her cutting the lettuce for the salad.

"Later Tim, the kids will be coming in." Mae playfully smacked his hands away as the sliding door opened.

"Good evening, Mrs. Akers."

"Hi Mom."

Tim let go and went to tend the burgers on the stove. Mae's head swiveled around. "Well hello you two." Mae smiled. "Are you staying for dinner Chelsea?"

"If you'll have me."

"Of course. You two go dry off. Dinner is almost ready." Mae paused for a minute before continuing. "Oh, I see." Mae was mocking anger.

"What?" Tim played dumb.

"Don't what me Tim Akers. I thought all that petting was for me." Mae smiled. "I see why you're so frisky. Did the sight of that young thing wearing a see through nothing get my husband worked up?" She teased.

Tim turned and kissed Mae deeply. "Honey, you're the only young thing I have eyes for." Tim turned back and flipped the burgers. "But just so you know, I am getting a piece of my young thing tonight." He reached over and patted Mae's ass.

Mae laughed. "I don't know whether to tell Chelsea to cover up or encourage those lack of clothes. You're incorrigible."

"That's why you love me." Tim said half heartedly.

*

It took Jessica only two minutes to pass the three houses separating her and Melanie's house. Melanie was her exact opposite; blonde hair, slightly overweight, glasses, and zero self confidence. They have been friends since before elementary school, so as she arrived, Jessica didn't bother knocking.

"Melanie, I'm here."

"We're in my room. Come on up."

Jessica was puzzled. Melanie just said "we're". Who else could be here? Maybe her cousins made the four hour drive for Melanie's birthday, but she didn't see their mom's car. Jessica started up the stairs. "I talked to my brother. He said he'd take us to the mall tomorrow at 11:30am. He said he wants to do something mushy with his girlfriend at the park near there. All we have to do is get your mom to pick us up when we're..." Jessica turned into her friend's doorway to view three girls: Melanie, Allison, and Tiffany.

Melanie was glowing as she came and gave Jessica a hug. "Guess who wanted to come to my birthday sleepover?" It was a question with two obvious answers.

"Hi Jessica." Tiffany smiled and gave a quick wave.

To say Jessica was leery would be an understatement. The only time these two cheerleaders acknowledged her existence before, was in spite. Add that to what Jason and Chelsea had said they had done, she was definitely suspicious. But it was Melanie's birthday, and Melanie couldn't be happier.

As the night wore on, Jessica's guard slowly deteriorated. The four girls talked, laughed, and shared stories. Tiffany's personality was infectious. Hours passed and promises began to flow. 

"Starting Monday, you guys should sit at our lunch table instead of the library." Tiffany said cheerfully.

"Yeah, and we can put in a good word for you two with Coach Masterson to get you on the squad for next year to replace us." Allison added.

The girls were interrupted when Melanie's Mom called up. "Pizzas are here!"

Jessica went to get up. "I'll get it."

"No." Tiffany interjected. "Melanie, why don't you and Ally go get it? She didn't get to meet your mom like I did."

Melanie didn't hesitate and had a bounce to her step. "Okay, c'mon Ally."

Suddenly it was just Tiffany and Jessica in the room.

Tiffany brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Look, we're friends now. I mean if you're going to sit at our table, we must be friends. And friends do favors for friends, right?" Tiffany was talking fast. "I'll talk to Coach Masterson so I was wondering if you could do a favor for me?"

"Um, okay." Jessica drew out the last word, still trying to catch up to Tiffany's fast words.

"Great." Tiffany beamed and embraced Jessica. "Let's talk about your brother. What kind of guy is he? What does he like?"

"What? You want to know about Jason?" Jessica was shocked.

"Yeah, since we're friends I want to make sure you're not living with a total pervert or anything" Tiffany smiled. "I'll tell you what, we can make this easy. Can you access his computer?" Tiffany was speaking rapidly.

"Of course. Why?" Jessica shrugged her shoulders.

"Just email me a list of his internet history, any emails in his inbox, and his contacts list. I really just want to know what kind of guy he is. I was wrong about you and Melanie, so I'm probably wrong about him too." Tiffany was laying on the charm.

Jessica needed a delay in this conversation. She had to figure this out. "I'm not sure I want to know his internet activities."

"Oh, it'll be fine. Trust me." Tiffany smiled.

That did it for Jessica. Trust. Did she trust Tiffany? "I'll do it." Jessica grinned back, lying through her teeth.

"Jess, you're the best." Tiffany hugged her. "Here's my email address." Tiffany wrote it down and handed Jessica the paper. She then grabbed her phone. "Oh, I got a text." Tiffany paused, acting like she was reading. She got up suddenly and gathered her and Ally's bags. "Ally. We need to go. You need to give me a lift to the hospital. My Dad's been in an accident," she lied.

Melanie came in with the pizzas. "That sucks they had to leave, but wasn't it awesome to hang out with them? To think, come Monday, we're going to be sitting at the popular table!" She squealed.

Jessica didn't want to ruin her friend's birthday, so she agreed. She'll tell her tomorrow what was really going on. Jessica then crumpled the piece of paper Tiffany had given her and tossed it in the garbage can.

*

It was a gorgeous sunny day as Jason and Chelsea made their way to a secluded area in the park. They had dropped Jessica and Melanie off at the mall and Jason wanted to have a picnic with Chelsea. They lay down on a blanket, facing each other. They were stealing light touches, romantic glances, and tender kisses, just enjoying the company of the one they each love.




Opposite Worlds Ch. 08



"Beautiful, have you decided what college you want to go to?" Jason brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"I knew you'd want to discuss this sooner or later." Chelsea rolled onto her back. "I don't think I'm going to college. I'm not exactly one of the smart ones. The only place that accepted me was State, but that's probably because my mom donates to her alma mater." Her body began to fidget. "I'm sorry I disappointed you."

"Disappointed? Beautiful, you have to live your life as I have to live mine, but that doesn't mean our lives cannot intertwine. I believe when you are in love with someone, you support them. If you don't want to go to State, you don't have to."

Chelsea rolled back to face Jason. "Thank you."

"But I do want to tell you I've decided which college I'm attending." Jason whispered into Chelsea's ear.

Chelsea squeezed harder, afraid she might lose Jason if they're in a long distance relationship. "Tell me, I'm ready." Chelsea whimpered.

"I'm going to State."

"State? Really?" Chelsea was stunned and loosened her grip. "But you got accepted in so many top colleges around the country?"

"I may have got accepted, but not all of them gave me a full scholarship. Also, I can live at home, saving on room and board. And it's not like State is a dump. They have quite a few degrees that they are known around the country for. Lastly, and most importantly, they have you, if you go. And if you decide to go, I promise I will help you in whatever you need. If you want it, I know you'll get your degree. I believe in you."

"Oh Baby, we're going to college together. I'm going to get a degree." Chelsea had an ear to ear grin and hugged Jason as tightly as ever.

Jason felt as if he was about to pass out due to the lack of blood flow. "I love you too, Beautiful."

Two shadows cast their silhouettes over the couple.

"Well, look what we found." Tiffany's voice had an air of smugness to it. "Do it Steve."

Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Steve and Tiffany began kicking the couple. Jason screamed and his back arched from the pain. Chelsea went into the fetal position to try to protect herself as she called out for help. Jason made a quick attempt to stand, but Steve punched him down, leaving him on all fours. Jason realized he wasn't going to make it to his feet to push the oppressors away. Instead, a new plan to protect his love sprung to mind, sacrifice. He jumped on Chelsea, covering nearly every part of her body and used his arms to shield her head. Steve and Tiffany concentrated their assault on Jason.

"Shit, we're too late!" Adam yelled back, encouraging his friends to move quickly.

Adam, Nick, and Candice came charging into the secluded scene. Adam and Nick tackled Steve while Candice stormed toward Tiffany. However, Tiffany used Candice's momentum against her and flipped her to the ground. 

Tiffany then straddled her ex friend and balled a fist. "You're in deep shit now, and when Ally gets here, you're dead."

"I'm already here." Allison announced as she was right behind Tiffany.

Tiffany paused her attack and looked back at Allison. "Go help Steve. I've got this bitch."

"Okay." Allison agreed.

Tiffany turned her attention back to Candice and raised her arm. Allison then grabbed Tiffany by her blonde hair and dragged her off Candice. Candice arose immediately and jumped on Tiffany with Ally right behind her.

Nick and Adam had finally subdued Steve and had him pinned to the ground. It took very few punches for the foursome to get the upper hand. They allowed Tiffany and Steve to leave with something far more painful than what a punch could provide; their egos were bruised. The bullies became the bullied. Steve even apologized as he left. The effect on Tiffany was worse. Ally had allied herself with Candice and Chelsea. In just six weeks time, she went from three best friends to zero. Instead of being consumed with revenge, she felt a twinge of despair at being alone.

*

"Baby, this is going to sting a little." Chelsea applied the cotton ball saturated in peroxide onto the laceration over Jason's eye. The contact was received with a sharp inhalation of air. Chelsea was fine, only taking a few kicks before Jason jumped on her.

"Man up Jason." Adam commented with a snicker as he, Nick, Candice, and Allison watched Chelsea patch Jason up in the middle of Nick's living room.

"I'd say he already did." Chelsea was quick to Jason's defense.

"Yeah, when I arrived he had Chelsea completely covered." Candice chimed in. "So much so I thought she had gotten away."

"Where did you guys come from?" Jason uttered his first words since the attack.

"Well, Ally called Candice, Candice called me, and I called Adam." Nick replied. "Then we all got into our cars, drove to the park, and saved your asses. Now we're just waiting on the pizza guy."

Jason and Chelsea turned toward Allison, who was sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, trying to remain unnoticed.

"Okay, I guess it's explanation time." Allison scooted up to the edge of the chair. "I've been feeling guilty since I found out you were in the hospital for something I helped do. I'm really sorry about that. I just didn't know how to handle it until Candice left the group. I decided it was time for me to leave as well. When Tiffany found out about your rendezvous in the park, she said she wanted to make an impression on you." Allison pointed at Jason. "Hoping you would feel Chels wasn't worth the trouble and you'd break up with her. So I called Candice and told her of Tiffany's plans and to get whoever she can to help stop it."

Jason shook his head. "And how did she know I was taking Chelsea to the park? I didn't even tell Chelsea that."

"We overheard Jessica tell her friend that you'd give them a ride to the mall at 11:30, but would need a ride home because you had something "mushy" planned with your girlfriend in the park."

*

The six teens stayed in that living room till late in the evening, working out and forgiving all animosities harbored towards each other. Chelsea's temper only flared up once, when the topic of Allison having sex with Jason was discussed. She had to leave the room briefly, and then came back with acceptance of the past. She didn't have to like what happened, but also knew if it wasn't for Allison today, Jason, and perhaps herself, would be in the hospital. They all became friends again that evening.

*

The day every freshman looks forward to and most seniors feared as the realization their lives are about to begin was here, Graduation Day. Jason could not find Chelsea. They had taken some pictures together, but lost his visual of her as the principal and a couple of teachers mobbed him to congratulate him on being valedictorian and how they couldn't wait to hear his speech. Chelsea seemed to have vanished by the time Jason made his way to the podium as he tried in vain one last time to locate his love. 

Unsuccessfully, he began his speech. "Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears." 

A pair of English teachers tried to suppress their laughs as Jason paused trying to get a grasp of what was happening. He knew it was and all he could think was et tu Chelsea. She slid under his robe, made short work of his pants, and engulfed his shaft. Jason did his best to compose himself and continue his speech. Chelsea worked in earnest, knowing Jason's speech was clocked at just over four minutes. She had an intense suction applied and used her tongue to graze the underside of his manhood with each bob of her head. It took all of Jason's self control not to moan aloud in the microphone. He was certain he was butchering his speech. Chelsea knew he was close and began to hum "Pomp and Circumstance" and increased her pace. Jason's knees buckled and he needed a firm grasp of the podium just to keep upright as he climaxed. He halted his speech and bit his lower lip. He was confident he left his marks in the wood, he held it that tight. When Chelsea was positive Jason finished his deposit, she zipped him back up, gave his bulge a lovingly pat, and closed herself back into the cramped podium.

Jason did not finish his speech. He skipped over the final three sentences and just said, "Thank you." He turned to his right and took a couple steps to meet the principal. He then shook the principal's hand, accepted his diploma, and wearily walked off the stage, shaking his head.

The principal stayed where he was and called out the students' names, giving them a handshake and their diploma, finalizing each one of their high school careers.

"Chelsea Pollack."

Chelsea took a deep breath and exited the podium. The principal just stared at the young woman that stood before him. Seeing his hesitation, Chelsea took hold of his hand to shake it and had to practically pry her diploma from his grip.

"Thank you, sir." Chelsea gave him a wink and rushed off the stage.

After the ceremony, Jason was in the parking lot with Tim, Mae, and Jessica when Chelsea and Janet approached. Jason didn't care who heard him, however.

"What was that?" Jason threw his hands in the air in mock anger.

"What was what?" Chelsea feigned innocence and batted her eyes.

"You know perfectly well what." Jason said with a half smile.

"Do you mean my congratulations for being named valedictorian?" Chelsea said smiling. "I told you before that you're so confident I feel it's my duty as your girlfriend to you on your toes." She leaned in and kissed Jason.

Jason returned the kiss and wrapped his arms around Chelsea. "What am I going to do with you?"

"You love me and you know it."

Jason shook his head. "I do."

"That may be the case, but I was looking forward to my son's speech and all I heard was some mindless, incoherent, sporadic, muttering." Mae intervened. "And I got it all recorded."

Tim just stood behind Mae with his arms crossed looking towards the ground, doing his best not to laugh.

"Love or not young lady, we're going to have a talk about what you did today when we get home." Janet added.

"Mom, all I did was give my boyfriend a present." Chelsea was trying to downgrade the situation. "Besides, you should be proud, we're both eighteen, graduating high school, and heading off to college. I'm following in your footsteps in going to State. I'm going to work my butt off to get my teaching degree while Jason gets his in engineering. We'll start a family and Mrs. Akers can show the kids how their father couldn't give a simple graduation speech and then we'll live happily ever after."

How right she was.



Opposite



"Okay! We're all set then. I'm so excited!" Tara gushed.

"Yeah, wonderful. So Jake do you want me to come over there or what?" I asked beginning to untuck my T-shirt.

"Umm... either way... what do you....think?" he finally got out as he watched me remove my shirt and set it on the chair arm next to me.

I was undoing the clasp on my bra when Tara broke in, "Well Jake, get over there stand in front of her. It will be perfect."

I noticed the large bulge in Jake's pants as soon as he obediently got off of his couch. He looked at Tara with a questioning gaze, making sure this was really okay for him to do. She nodded her head toward me to get him moving and he quickened his step like a little kid being shooed by his mother. I hung my bra on the chair as well just as Jake stopped in front of me. He was looking down at my breasts, which were reacting to the colder air. My nipples were hardening, sending a chill through my body. I looked past Jake for one final glimpse of Tara. She smiled so I continued.

Reaching out I grabbed Jake's ass and pulled him roughly toward me. Next I undid his belt and zipper and finally the button on his pants. Letting them drop to the floor his boxers were all that were between me and his very stiff member. Taking the elastic waistband in my hands I pulled it toward me and over his erect penis, sliding his boxers down over his legs. His dick fell forward slightly, hovering right in my face. The aroma was like a drug, the image an addiction I had to quench. All concerns of what Tara thought left my mind as I stared at a very nice and healthy cock. Jake wasn't huge but he wasn't tiny either. Average I guess you would say. Pre-cum was already oozing out and I reached, grasping his shaft with my left hand, using my thumb to rub the slick liquid around his head. He moaned and squirmed from the sensation I caused. I knew then it was going to be so easy to make him cum.

He kept his hair nicely trimmed and had been circumcised at birth so there wasn't as much skin to play with. Bending him toward me I took his hot hard member in my mouth and let go of his shaft to palm his balls. He moaned again and continued as I took him further into my mouth, inch by inch he disappeared down my throat until I had his entire member covered. He tasted wonderful! I was so turned on with his exceptional cock in my mouth, I moaned myself, vibrating his head deep in my throat. Pressing my lips tightly around his shaft I took him back out nice and slow so he could feel every part of his cock being stimulated by my mouth.

Twisting my head quickly I sucked him back in deep with a twirl around his shaft. All the way back out I licked his head, swirling my tongue around his slit and licking off the yummy pre-cum beading there. Down his shaft my tongue traveled until I was licking his balls that were already tight around his shaft. I could have him ejaculating in less than a minute I knew, but I figured why ruin the fun so soon. I also wanted to know how much Tara could take as she watched her husband experience pleasure the likes she could never give. 

"How's that feel Jake?" I asked after coming back up from his balls with my tongue.

"Incredible, I knew you were good but I had no idea," he stammered between deep breaths.

I looked around him again for Tara. She had moved to the couch and was sitting with her hands in her lap watching me pleasure her husband. I smiled at her and started stroking her husbands cock with the spit I left there. She smiled back, still putting on a brave face. I inhaled Jake's throbbing member again, deep, vibrating my throat to stimulate his head while grabbing his ass and pulling him toward me. I loved playing with a man's cheeks while I 'no handed' his cock. Jake had a great ass, tight and high.

He was really putting out the pre-cum, which I didn't swallow. Instead I used it, along with my saliva for lube when I would stroke his shaft vigorously without gripping very hard. I foamed up a good lather, taking turns between sucking and stroking him until his shaft and balls were well coated with the mixture. Some dripped down onto my breasts the more aggressive I got. His moaning got louder but it was hard to hear over the noise I was making on his cock. I must have lost track of time and what I was doing. I get into my blowjobs I guess because his voice suddenly drifted down to my ears over the sloppy noises I was making.

"Shit! I'm going to cum!" he said unexpectedly.

I didn't think I was doing that good of a job yet but he was obviously very excited and sexually repressed from Tara's neglect. I couldn't do anything to stop him. He had already past the point so I stroked his shaft as a huge spurt of cum shot out, hitting me in the mouth. I kept stroking, letting more of his cum hit my chin and breasts. He had a lot to offer and kept splattering my chest with long warm ropes of wonderful cum. He moaned very loud, cursing and convulsing in my hand as I finished him off. By the time he began to just ooze I was glad I had removed my shirt. He covered me really well.

Leaning forward I sucked his head hard, emptying his shaft of any excess sperm. He wigged out at the sensation, pulling away from my hands and mouth. 

"Fuck, that was amazing Allison! I've never cum like that before," he exclaimed.

"Glad to be of service," I said licking my lips for his cum, "Tara, could you get me a towel please," I said.

"Oh right, sure... be right back," she said like nothing was unusual about me being plastered in her husband's spunk.

"I really thought she would stop me Jake, but apparently she is serious about this 'arrangement'," I said once she was out of the room.

"And you're not?" he asked looking down at his cum covering my body.

"I'm just surprised. I'm game... I guess."

"Good because that was unbelievable! If she's okay with you doing this I couldn't be happier. Maybe in a few weeks she'll let us do more," he said winking at me.

I couldn't respond. Tara returned quickly, handing me a custom embroidered towel. I cleaned myself up and put my clothing back on.

"Well that worked out great, wouldn't you say?" Tara said.

"Yeah, nice and quick, so I'll see you guys in two days. Eight o'clock right?" I asked.

"Yep, do you want us to send a car?" Tara asked.

"No, I'll drive until I get sick of it," I said standing up.

"Okay, just keep track of your mileage and let us know, and also let me know what you decide on the other thing we discussed," Tara said meaning some kind of payment.

"I will. Well Jake, it was fun. I know you had a good time."

"Hell yeah I did. Can't wait till Wednesday," he smiled.

Tara walked me out..

"Wow Allison that was amazing. Thanks so much for doing this. I don't think I've seen Jake this excited since our honeymoon and that didn't last very long."

She was a lost cause so I didn't even try and ask her if she was sure about this. She had brought whatever happens now onto her own head.

"See you on Wednesday Tara," I said, leaving the house and driving home.

Memories of Jake's erupting cock accompanied me the entire drive, along with my hand between my legs. I probably ruined my pants by the time I got home but didn't care. This was the start of something I was afraid would blow up into a monster neither I nor Tara could control. Even as hard as she tried...



Opposites



The sunshine that rested gently against the leather couch of my office signaled the halfway point of my day. April clearly intended to erase the pain and torture that January unleashed after an unrelenting November and December. Spring was in the air and my patients were clearly enjoying the season. I'd decided the previous summer that I'd give up the pace of the city that kept me awake 23 hours a day so that winter was an approval from above that I was headed in the right direction. And maybe I'd finally say yes to the not-so-subtle advances of my temptress spin-class instructor.

That winter's blanket of snow forced all of my couples to spend more time together and that made my job easier. As Erin and Jack gave me a goodbye hug, I wondered if they'd be okay without my counseling.

"We owe you so much," Erin tearfully exclaimed as she squeezed Jack's hand. "We don't want you to go, but I feel like you've taught us all that we needed to know about ourselves. We get each other now. We do."

That sentiment was repeated over and over that April. I was relieved that I could leave every relationship moving in a positive direction. My methods proved meaningful. My theories had been validated. And no couple had prospered more on that couch than my 2PM appointment, Tanya and Franklin.

Honestly I didn't have much hope for their relationship in the beginning. I wasn't taking any new patients after my wife's accident, but they simply wouldn't take no for an answer. They touched a nerve with my assistant Melissa and she booked them an introductory appointment without telling me. From the outside they appeared to be a perfectly happy, normal couple, but they were complete opposites from my vantage point. And they always fought about sex.

Tanya was the free spirit artist and Franklin was the bean-counting realist. Opposites attract but they have to understand their differences. Tanya and Franklin spent every minute of their relationship attempting to change themselves for each other. They had mastered this give and take so well that it took me 6 months to realize who they really were. Tanya was the manager at a bank and Franklin taught jazz piano at a prestigious university. Their previous counselors never realized who they really were because Tanya and Franklin were too busy being what the other wanted them to be.

Tanya was an imposing woman at 5'10". Though she was the warm-hearted and bubbly life of the party, I was not surprised that she found herself intimidating to most people. Especially men. She totally accepted her character and flaunted her stature with fashionable heels and skirts that demanded attention.

Franklin, on the other hand, had little idea that he would be considered intimidating by anyone. As a 6'1" health junky, professional athlete would be the first guess anyone would make against his chiseled physique. But once you learned that his body was the result of a battle with overeating as a youth, you could see that the book didn't match the cover.

My theories about relationships revolved around defining stereotypes and moving away from them until people understand what made them happy. Men are men and women are women. Until they're not. Complexities in relationships occur when men and women don't fit into neat stereotypes, outside expectations or simple biology. I landed on this simple premise when I realized that my same sex couples were used to figuring out 'who believed what' in the relationship. Every step of their relationship required negotiation with no default. With a man and a woman there are presumed beliefs that often go unspoken and thus unsettled.

This was clearly the case with Tanya and Franklin. Their problem was that they were living the mirror of what they actually wanted. Tanya was a meticulous bean-counter in real-life, but wanted the spontaneity and whimsy that she saw in Franklin's life. Franklin had very little guarantee that any day would ever be the same and longed for the consistency that Tanya appeared to be wrapped into at the bank.

So my fix started with a simple assignment. Tanya would plan every aspect about their dates for a month except for one detail: the restaurant. Tanya would consult with her husband on every aspect along the way as she made here decisions - from what they'd wear to how they'd get there. Tanya would offer up two possible restaurants and leave it at that. Franklin's only responsibility would be to choose which place and keep it as a surprise until they arrived.

"That's it," Tanya complained nervously. For over six months they complained primarily about their intimacy concerns and I had them planning date nights. "My husband just told you that he's jacking off to porn and ashamed to tell me and you want us to choose between Italian and Japanese!"

"I don't really like Japanese food," Jack sheepishly joked.

"Not the fucking point," Tanya bit back.

"Try it for a month," I quietly prescribed as I closed my notebook. "We'll check back in and see how it's going."

Fuming, Tanya grabbed her bag while Franklin followed her out of my office. Melissa recognized the tension as they passed through the office to the elevator. "Date night?" she asked already knowing the answer.

A month later, Tanya and Franklin returned.

"So what's up?" I eagerly questioned them once they settled onto the couch.

For forty-five minutes Tanya and Franklin described their dates along with their prescribed planning. Tanya was a force of nature with respect to organization as she left no detail unresolved. From what shoes Franklin wore to where they might sit in any given restaurant. They openly discussed their likes and dislikes until the day of the date. The surprise of the restaurant or concert or event would remain until they arrived. Of their nine planned dates, two had to be postponed because of some emergency or another. On one date Franklin gave away the surprise by asking too many questions about the chef at one restaurant. But in all, the assignment proved fruitful. As they spoke I kept an overly upbeat demeanor that probably confused them.

"Excellent!" I bounded after they completed their recap.

"We've had 9 really amazing date nights," Tanya opened, "but that's not really why we're here."

"Don't get us wrong," Franklin chimed in. "We definitely talked more and enjoyed being out, but that spark didn't translate at home. You know. In the bedroom."

"Interesting," I replied in confusion. "Tanya, did you enjoy planning every detail of your dates?"

"Not really, but I would do anything to make this work," Tanya answered. "Honestly, it wasn't that big of a deal because I do it every day, all day at work."

"Was it a problem for you to not know where you'd ultimately end up?" I asked as I leaned into Tanya.

"Actually, that was the exciting part," Tanya responded with a flicker of understanding. "He even blindfolded me so I . . ."

"Franklin," I interrupted as Tanya trailed off, "did you like having the evening fully planned out?"

"I guess," Franklin answered as though I had asked something deeper. "As we planned each date I thought more about it before the day arrive."

"Did that anticipation make the food taste better?" I asked as I stared at my notebook.

"Yes," Franklin acknowledged.

"Tanya," I volleyed, "how was the food at the restaurant when you figured out where he was taking you 3 days before?"

"It was okay," she replied. "I didn't love it."

"Franklin," I jumped again, "how was your day at work after those nights when your plans were cancelled."

"Terrible!" Franklin happily exclaimed as he recognized the pattern.

"So our next assignment will be . . ." Tanya pushed me as they clasped hands like many clients before them.

"For the next month, Tanya will schedule every sexual activity that you two discuss with two potential . . . executions," I offered. "The discussion, build-up and anticipation of your interaction will drive Franklin mad while the surprise of what actually happens will boil Tanya's blood."

Tanya and Franklin sat on my couch with their mouths wide open.

"Just remember," I added as I stared deeply into Tanya's eyes while speaking to Franklin. "Tanya needs spontaneity and surprise to make this work. You may need to bring a few unrequested surprises to the party to keep her entertained."

"And Tanya," I continued, "you must understand that Franklin's anticipation must ultimately be quenched or the tease will be answered with resentment instead of joy."

Tanya nodded, but I wanted to make sure she understood when I added, "Don't leave him hanging."

As they exited my office I was satisfied with where they were headed, but they would overachieve like no other couple I've encountered.

"We fucked on our patio this morning," Tanya joyously exclaimed just as my office door closed. Franklin simply smiled with content. "I gave him the choice of a blowjob in the shower or fucking me on the patio two days ago. We texted about it nonstop until he simply pulled me out of bed this morning and propped me against our patio window. FUCK!!"

"So all is well," I acknowledged.

For months our sessions were filled with the most explicit acts of lust that my office would ever hear. On the days when one of them would come to the office solo because the other was traveling, they would feel the need to raise their level of detail. "Anal plug or ball gag?" Franklin quizzed me on a Friday afternoon.

Where most couples would have shared how things were better, Tanya and Franklin bolstered about how they were now planning sexual escapades out by months in advance. Other couples I found more challenging, but there was definitely a magnetic chemistry between these two that was blossoming now. They understood what made the other tick. Honestly, their breakthrough, along with their openness of constant stories of desire and pleasure, gave me the strength to plan my move out west.

"Six months? We have to do something BIG!" Tanya exclaimed when I shared with them my plans to close my office. "You have done so much for us."

"How about Barista vs Bartender?" Franklin offered up with a devious look on his face.

"Are you sure?" Tanya answered with an equal sense of menace.

"Barista vs Bartender?" I asked, no longer wanting to be an outsider to the conversation.

"Before we came to you," Franklin started, "Tanya and I discussed opening up our marriage. We knew we weren't strong enough as a couple to handle it but we were out of ideas. Now that we've been enjoying this magical ride we've been putting all sorts of crazy ideas back on the table. We've always had options like threesomes on the table, but they sat next to two more conservative ideas."

"That way we'd have a way out if we got cold feet," Tanya explained.

"But we've been dancing around the idea of Tanya giving a blowjob to either the barista near my office that flirts with her when she comes to visit me or the bartender near her office that flirts with her when I visit her," Franklin glowingly recalled as he shifted his pants to disguise the hard-on that was growing from their description.

"Quite a big step," I commended them knowing that the anticipation was really what drove them. Should they actually act on the idea or not, their talking about it was giving both of them indescribable pleasure.

"Next April. Barista vs Bartender," Tanya and Franklin quietly spoke to each other as if I weren't in the room. I was a little nervous that they were going to fuck right there in front of me. Wouldn't have shocked me one bit.

And then winter came and life got back to normal. All of my couples were forced to spend time together discussing their issues and enjoying solutions - dressed or naked.

When the snow finally melted and spring arrived, a sense of romance captured everyone's hearts. I was finally building up the nerve to go out with my spin-class instructor even though I'd be leaving in two months. Better late than never.

Though we hadn't discussed 'Barista vs Bartender' in several months, the thought had always been in the background. I knew they hadn't forgotten about it, but the topic hadn't been raised in front of me. Until March.

"I have a surprise for Tanya," Franklin announced after Tanya detailed their plans for this summer in South America. "I asked some of my students to do some recon for me. Tanya, please check your email."

Tanya pulled out her phone and opened her personal email. She had a puzzled look on her face and then she bit her upper lip. "Oh my," she melted.

"I asked two of my attractive female students to request dic-pics from the Barista and the Bartender," Franklin explained. "Appears that the two young men were happy to oblige. Tanya, any thoughts?"

I had never felt more uncomfortable in my life. I had always heard about these conversations after the episode. Never before the act. This was definitely new territory.

"Well, I have to say," Tanya thought aloud, "I'm still not sure if I want you to watch me sucking one of these dicks or if I'd prefer to tell you about it after. Either way, I'd definitely swallow either one of them. I also don't know if I'd make it a show - ya know, get naked, lap dance, etc - or just unzip and start squeezing."

"How about we talk about it on the ride home?" Franklin said as he saw how uncomfortable I was becoming. "We've got a couple of weeks to decide." As they left my office this time, Melissa scheduled their last appointment. I definitely needed to take my spin-class that afternoon.

While I did a pretty decent job keeping focus for the next couple of weeks, I must admit that the couple before Tanya and Franklin had very little of my mindspace. I was anxious to know what happened with the Barista or the Bartender or both. Had they already finished the act? Did they even go through with it? I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Then Tanya entered my office alone.

"Franklin had to go to London for a week," Tanya explained as she settled into the couch for one last session. My face must have been full of disappointment to see her solo, so she began to share more. "So, I told Franklin that I wasn't really sure if I wanted to go through with this Barista vs Bartender thing. The anticipation was unbelievable over this last six months. But the reality of it all is a different vibe."

I nodded my head as I understood her dilemma.

"He told me he wasn't exactly certain how he felt when I dropped him off at the airport," Tanya continued. "I feel like we discussed every possibility of this scenario and I'm not sure why we are still on the fence. I've dreamed of sucking off both the Bartender and the Barista. Sometimes when I'm sucking Franklin's dick I imagine it's either one of theirs. I just can't decide what to do anymore," Tanya proclaimed.

"Maybe the anticipation is really all that you two needed," I said in hopes of settling her confusion. "You two have come a long way in . . ." I began to explain when her phone began to vibrate.

"It's Franklin," Tanya exhaled as she opened her text. I was trying not to be nosy but I felt like I had as much right to know as she did. The air in the room was being baked by the midafternoon sun and I began to sweat until a big smile and a sigh of relief came from Tanya.

As she typed back her response, I could see her mouth the question, "Are you sure?" while she bit her upper lip. She then looked up at me in silence as she awaited his response. We smiled nervously at each other.

In seconds, her phone buzzed and she sighed, "I can't believe we're doing this."

"You don't have to if you don't want to," I offered, when I really wanted to know whether it was the Barista or the Bartender.

But before I could ask, Tanya cleared her throat and said, "Franklin wants me to do it naked but with heels on while he's in London. He wants to hear all about it when he gets home."

I then attempted to unravel here statement to decipher whether her act would involve the Barista or the Bartender. That's when Tanya walked towards me and dropped her skirt to the floor. Her purple lace thong concealed very little as she stopped just in front of me. With little hesitation, Tanya dropped to her knees in front of my chair and released my hardening dick from my pants with her blue and white manicured nails.

"Thank you for everything," Tanya smiled up at me just before pushing my dick deep into her mouth as Melissa opened the door and watched.

Surprise.



Opposite's Attract



No sex in this story! I want to give a big thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read.

Here I was at the Corner Café having my dinner. I've been coming here to eat for the last six months. My wife of seven years and I have filed for divorce and it should be final today. For six of the seven years our marriage was great, or at least it was for me.

I sat there eating the ham loaf special while thinking about my past and how we met and ended up where we were today.

We met at a wedding. I was a friend of the groom and she was one of the bridesmaids. At the reception we were introduced and spent a good part of the evening together. She was a beautiful gal. For me it was darn near love at first sight.

I should tell you that we were complete opposites. They say opposites attract and I do believe it. It's both a good and bad thing. I'll try and explain; everything in our relationship was new. She always wanted to do things that I never did. She in turn did things with me that she had never done. I don't mean sexual things, even though that was part of it, but, doing things and going places.

I love sports. So I had a tendency to watch a lot of sports on television. Josie - that's my wife's name but I call her Jo - prefers going out to clubs and dinner.

She works in an office, and I work in a factory.

She loves to dress up. Jeans are my clothes of choice.

She's outgoing and talks a lot. I am rather quite and reserved.

She likes mixed drinks; I prefer beer.

I wanted to start a family but Jo wanted to wait a few years. Something about messing up her body.

I can go on and on about our differences but I think you get the general idea. As I mentioned earlier, this wasn't a bad thing as long as we both tried to put everything into our marriage. It was a give and take proposition. I actually enjoyed going out once in awhile with Jo. She was a beautiful and sophisticated woman. Since she had the brains in the family, I pretty much let her take charge. By that I mean, she handled the bills, bought the furniture, all what I call the girly things. I bought my one lazy boy chair and the TV. Everything else I left up to her.

Now don't misunderstand me here. I let her get all the stuff she wanted. As I mentioned, us being opposites, I really didn't care what kind of furniture we had or what color the rooms were painted. I just let her get what she wanted and we were both happier because of it.

We did do the work on the house together. We painted the rooms together and probably had fun doing it. I took care of the outside, shoveling snow or cutting the grass, depending on the season. She planted her flowers; I wasn't into that.

She preferred dining out, as she called it. I preferred staying home and having a grilled steak and potatoes. This was one of the sorer spots between us. There were a lot of days when I got home first and started cooking something up. I guess you could say I was the cook in our household. Of course that meant we would eat out more on the weekends.

You might wonder if I like to cook, why I was eating out most every night at the café. I guess it's the loneliness. At least here at the café, there were other people around.

If you're wondering what led to the divorce. Jo was having an affair with one of the men at her office. To the best of my knowledge, it began about a year ago. It was odd how I originally found out. I have a cell phone which I very rarely use. One day I was going to call home and tell Jo that I could pick up something for us to eat. When I turned my phone on it told me I had a message. I pushed the buttons and listened to the message.

"Your wife is having an affair. She will be at the Green Grove Motel on Saturday." 

I checked and it said 'Unknown caller.' I wasn't sure what to think. We had gotten into a couple of arguments lately about our differences and she told me how I didn't want to do anything. I was like an old man who didn't want to have any fun anymore. We went to bed mad at each other which at the time started to be more frequent. I should have picked up on a problem back then, but I thought our marriage was strong.

The message was left on Tuesday, and it was Friday when I heard the message. It meant that if the message was true, Jo would make an excuse to go out the next evening. I wasn't sure what to do. Should I just come out and confront her? Maybe I should follow her to the motel and confront her there.

I decided to take the high road and when I got home I told her to get ready, that we were going out for dinner. She looked so surprised at me. 

"What brought this on?" she asked me.

"Well, you said I was like an old fart and I decided to wine and dine you tonight, and who knows. I might get lucky."

She looked surprised but didn't really say anything. We headed out to the dinner/nightspot that she always liked. It was across the road from the Green Grove Motel. When we pulled up, I saw her glance across the street but couldn't really make anything out of it.

We had dinner and she had her mixed drinks and I had my beer. It was like old times for us. As we were dancing I put my hand on her butt.

"Kevin, what are you doing? People can see where your hand is and what you're doing."

"I'm wooing my wife. I haven't been doing this enough lately."

We were sitting back at our table and I told her we needed to get our marriage back on track. I explained that I knew we had different likes and dislikes but we were always able to work through them. I told her that I thought it was time to start a family. It was hard to read her reactions but I knew something was going on in the back of her mind. I didn't know if she was thinking about what I was telling her or something else.

We danced some more and had a couple of more drinks. She was quiet during the ride home, which was odd in itself. When we got home, we got ready for bed. Her mind was still thinking but she wasn't talking.

"Jo, is there a problem? You've hardly said anything all night. Is there something you want to tell me?" I tried to give her every opportunity to talk to me.

"No," she said, "there's nothing wrong. I forgot to mention to you that a couple of the girls from the office asked me to go out with them tomorrow night."

"Are you going to go or do you want to take in a movie with me and then we'll come home and make love? Maybe even start on that family," I smiled.

She looked nervous. I gave her every opportunity possible to talk to me.

"I promised the girls; maybe I'll call them tomorrow and talk to them. We'll talk about it tomorrow, right now I'm tired. I need to get some sleep."

We got into bed and I tried cuddling up to her.

"Kevin, not tonight, I'm really tired."

Well, I guess I got my answer. I would wait to see what tomorrow would bring. I tried my best and would have to see if she would follow through with her plans. I knew one thing for sure; if she went through with this, our marriage was over.

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Jo's family was pretty nice to me. Even though they always thought that Jo was too good for me, they went along with her decision to marry me. I guess most parents want their daughter to marry a doctor, lawyer, or business person. I was a high school graduate and worked in the factory. I worked hard and brought in about the same amount of money as Jo. Financially we were on equal terms. The people we usually associated with seemed to be her problem. I treated everyone the same. I always told Jo that a suit doesn't make the person; the personality and moral structure does.

Jo's older brother was a banker. He really didn't make a whole lot more money than me but I guess it was the prestige of his position.

Jo had a sister who was two years younger than her. She was kind of my gal pal. If I wasn't married to Jo I wouldn't need to think twice about going out with Billie. Yes, her name is Billie. She was the sort of black sheep in the family. She liked sports, beer and pizza. She wasn't into the real girly things even though the few times I saw her dressed up she was a knock out.

She would kid with me and always told me that when I got tired of Jo that she would be waiting for me. I always laughed but Jo and her parents didn't think it was funny. I never took Billie seriously even though I really cared for her. It was kind of funny how much she looked like Jo, only she dressed down and kept a tom boy haircut. She dated some but never seemed to get serious about anyone.

I keep getting off track here. Back to the affair. We didn't make love that night after our big dinner and dancing. It made me believe that the phone call I received was real. Jo got up the next morning and was on the telephone. She walked into the other room to talk. When she came back, she said she decided that since she told her girlfriends that she would go with them that she wanted to keep her word.

I looked at her and was just about to tell her about the phone call message I received, but I needed to catch her at the motel. If she would deny it, she might do it again so I thought up a plan to be there that night. I told her I was going out with the guys and would probably be home late and not to wait up for me. We were going to the sports bar and watch some sports on TV.

She almost seemed relieved. I put up a good front but inside I was hurting bad. If she followed through and had an affair, I knew our marriage would be over.

I remember reading a story where a man thought his wife was having an affair and he made a bunch of phone calls and had people going to the room. I remember how that made me laugh and thought it was funny at the time. I decided to do a little of that, just to interrupt their affair. I didn't even know who the guy was yet. I wasn't sure what I was going to do about it when I found out. I wasn't a wimp and knew I'd have to confront the bastard.

Jo went into the bathroom and I took the telephone and hit *69. In our area it would bring up the last call. The phone rang and a man answered the phone. 

"Is this Jim?" I asked.

"No," you have the wrong number," the voice said.

"Is this 327-4432?" I asked

"Yes, it is, but I'm not Jim. I'm Paul, Paul Reaburn. There's no Jim at this number," the voice said.

"Sorry to bother you, I must have written down the wrong number," I said.

"No problem, we all make mistakes," he laughed.

He had no idea the mistake he just made telling me who he was. I now remember meeting him at a few of the functions. He had a cute little wife but always hung around mine at the different company events. I never thought much about it but now looking back I guess I took too much for granted.

When a marriage fails it usually takes two to tango. Very rarely is it all one person's fault. In this case I do believe Jo has to take the brunt of the fault. I sat back in my chair wondering where I didn't do enough. Should I still try and confront her? Maybe I was still all wet and this was just a bad dream.

Throughout the day I made different plans as to how I was going to deal with this. I went to the motel and found out there was a reservation for Mr. and Mrs. Paul Reaburn. I mentioned to the clerk that they were friends of mine and were on their anniversary. I left a bouquet of flowers and an envelope with a letter to Jo in it. I asked the clerk to deliver it to them sometime after nine that evening.

I called three pizza parlors and asked them all to deliver a pizza to Room #136 that evening after nine also. I called from the motel lobby so it would show up on the caller ID. I wasn't sure what else to do so I headed home. Jo was taking a shower and getting ready to go out. She had some really sexy clothes set out to wear. When she got out of the shower I asked her one last time if she wanted to cancel her plans and I'd cancel mine and we could be together.

"What's your problem? I'm just going out with the girls. I should be home by one o'clock or so. Enjoy your night out with the boys," she said.

I knew that was it. I went and cleaned up and when I got out of the shower Jo had already left. I guess she didn't want to face me. Probably a little remorse.

I was really feeling low and I'm not sure I was even thinking straight. I took my hand gun and put it in my glove compartment. I don't know why I took it with me but I did. I headed over to the Green Grove Motel. I saw a car parked along the side of the building next to Room #136 but it wasn't Jo's. It made me feel a little better till I saw Jo's car parked across the street at the same restaurant we ate at yesterday. I figured they parked his car at the motel and drove hers over to the restaurant. I parked on the other side of the motel where I had a good view of the restaurant. At about 8:45pm I saw a smiling Jo and her boyfriend get into her car and head on over to the motel. She parked her car along side of his on the side of the building.

At nine the first pizza guy showed up. He knocked on the door and this guy Paul opened the door. I could see him arguing with the pizza guy. He finally shoved some money at the guy and took the pizza. It would have been funny if it was someone else's wife. It wasn't five minutes before the other two pizza deliveries were there. Again, Paul opened the door and was pissed and slammed the door shut on the two pizza delivery guys.

It was about fifteen minutes later when the motel clerk delivered the flowers and the message. Paul opened the door and yelled at the clerk but it looked like he soon apologized for his yelling and I saw Jo at the door accepting the flowers and envelope. I could see her looking out the door to see if she could notice anything. I was surprised to see that she was still dressed. I guess all the deliveries stopped them from getting started.

The message read: "Dear Jo, I gave you every opportunity to cancel this date. You chose your friend over me. I suggest you find somewhere else to stay tonight and come back with your dad tomorrow and we'll figure out our divorce procedure."

For some reason I didn't feel I got even enough. I reached into my glove box and took out my gun just as my passenger door opened up. It was Billie. It must have been her that left me the message.

"Don't do it, Kevin. They're not worth it. Don't ruin the rest of your life because of them."

"My life is ruined. I'm a wimp that couldn't even hold onto his own wife."

"It's not true! You're the nicest guy I've ever met and my sister's a complete idiot for throwing her life away for a fling with an old boyfriend."

"What do you mean fling, old boyfriend?" I asked. "Why did you tell me to begin with? She's your sister after all?"

"Yes, she's my sister and I still love her, but what she is doing to you is wrong and I can't stand by and watch her hurt you like this. I care too much for you to see you hurt this way. I wish it wasn't true but it is."

"Who is this Paul fellow anyway? Did you say he was an old boyfriend or something? We never talked about our past relationships so of course I never knew about him."

"She dated Paul when she was in college. It was one of those on-again/off-again relationships. After she left college and came home and started working, she met you. Paul lived in Akron and was transferred down here about two years ago. He's married with a couple of kids. I guess they started seeing each other at work and now of course this."

"How did you find out about this meeting? Surely Jo didn't come up and tell you?"

"I stopped by her office last week and she was on the phone making a motel reservation. She was startled when I walked in but acted like it was part of her job. When she got up to talk to her secretary, I glanced down at her blotter and saw the name of the motel and the name Paul written there. I'm smart enough to put two and two together and so I called you. I was hoping you would put a stop to it."

I explained to Billie everything I tried to get Jo to not go without telling her I knew what she was planning but that Jo still picked Paul over me.

"Kevin, put your gun away. To go in and face them would not solve anything. About the best you will do is get a little satisfaction and then locked up."

"I can't stand by and just let it happen."

"Why don't you call my dad and tell him that Jo needs a place to spend the night and then call Mrs. Reaburn and tell her that her husband needs a ride home."

"I don't understand what you're saying. Why do they need rides?"

"While the pizza guys you called were trying to deliver pizzas, I was letting the air out of the tires on both vehicles. I was only able to do two tires on each car, but that means they just can't change a tire and drive away." Billie smiled at me.

I first called the police and told them I saw a couple of boys messing with the cars at the motel and that if they hurried they could probably catch them. Luckily Billie had bought a disposable phone so no one would know where the call originated from. Next, I called Jo's dad. 

"Mr. Patterson, this is Kevin, your soon to be ex-son."

"What are you talking about, Kevin? It's a little late to be making crank calls. Are you drunk?"

"No, Sir, I'm stone cold sober. Your wonderful daughter is in a motel room at the Green Grove Motel with her latest boyfriend. I don't want to see her at my house tonight. You might want to take her home with you. You can bring her by tomorrow to decide what further course of action we may take. Good night, Sir."

I didn't wait for him to say anything. I figured he would probably show up at the motel. Next, I called Mrs. Reaburn.

"Mrs. Reaburn, you don't know me but your husband asked me to call you and tell you he is having car problems. He is in the Green Grove Motel on the West Pike. He's in Room #136 with a close friend."

I hung up quickly again. Our disposable cell phone kept ringing. It had to be either Mr. Patterson, the police or Mrs. Reaburn calling us back. I opened up the cell phone and removed the battery so it would stop ringing. I drove Billie back over to her car and thanked her for telling me the truth and gave her a big hug.

"Kevin, I won't be around during all this divorce stuff. I can't be seen with you during this time. I will contact you when it's all over. Please don't tell anyone how you found out all this information. I still have to live with these people. They are my family after all."

She leaned over and kissed me. With tears in her eyes she got out of my car and into her own. I could see the police had arrived and were knocking on the door of Room #136. I drove my car home and sat down and started drinking a beer when the phone rang.

I answered it; it was Jo. "Kevin, what did you do? Paul's wife is here with her kids and is in hysterics. Dad is here to take me home with him and the police are looking for vandals. Our tires are flat."

"Jo, listen, you cheat on me and have an affair with an old boyfriend. All you can say when you call me is, 'What did I do?' I didn't do anything but try to win back my wife yesterday and she chose another. You have the audacity to call me and ask me what I did. As I told you in the letter; you can stop here tomorrow and we'll sort out who gets what."

"How did you find out? Who told you about Paul?"

I just hung up the phone and drank my beer. I'm sure glad Billie was there to stop me from doing anything overly foolish. I sure hope she meant it when she said, "Maybe we can get together after this divorce is final."

I doubt if anyone in her family would want anything to do with me. I guess time will tell.

------------------- 

Around noon the next day, Jo, her mom and dad and even Billie were at my door. Mr. Patterson started right in on me.

"Kevin, you don't have any kind of proof against Josie. If you think you can take everything from her, you're sadly mistaken."




Opposites Attract



I owe a big debt of gratitude to my editor Cheer_Smartie526, especially for helping with the ending. 

*

The weather was perfect. The sun was shining and a warm breeze was causing the branches of a nearby tree to sway back and forth. Misty peeled off her shirt and relished the feeling of the sun's warmth on her full breasts. She glanced around to make certain she was alone. She had no qualms about anyone seeing her naked and what she was doing was technically not illegal. However not every park ranger or game warden interpreted the law the way she did, so she preferred to err on the side of caution. 

She had been to the nearby clothing-optional resort, but today she was not in the mood to endure the stares and gawks that her trim body attracted. Satisfied no one was watching, she slipped her shorts and panties off and then reclined on her blanket. As she lay on the edge of a small pond she looked up at the clouds, trying to pick up shapes and images as they floated overhead. She had been playing her little cloud game for about fifteen minutes when she heard someone approaching. She rolled over and peered out from her hiding place in the tall grass. A solitary figure trudged across the field. He appeared to be completely unaware of her presence. He walked to the base of a large tree and dropped his pack. He was wearing camouflage clothing, so Misty guessed he was either a hunter or bird watcher. She watched as he scrambled up the tree. A thin cord trailed from his belt down to his pack. Once he was perched on a thick branch about halfway up the tree he pulled his pack up using the cord.

Misty wondered if the man's new vantage point would allow him to see her. She smiled when he took off the camouflage head covering; she wanted to see the expression on his face if he saw her. He wasn't bad looking, which made watching him a bit more enjoyable. From his bag emerged a device she recognized as a tree stand. Once he had it in place he sat on it and reached back into the bag. Misty thought the next item would tell her what he was doing in the tree. If he pulled out binoculars or a bird book then he would be a bird watcher, a camera would indicate wildlife photographer, and anything else would probably be a hunter. She watched him pull a small instrument from the bag and held it to his face. He looked through it then made a note on his pad. He looked through it again, and then made another note. After a few minutes Misty realized what he was doing. She huffed. The device was a rangefinder, and he was noting the distance to various points in the field. It meant he was a hunter, probably scouting out a blind for whatever season was approaching. Misty did not approve of hunting, she thought nature could take care of itself with humanity interfering.

Vance made one last scan of the field from his tree stand. Next week he would be back with his bow for a special hunt. The park had a problem with feral hogs and the hunt was part of a trial program to eliminate the problem. It was archery only, the limited range of the bow and arrow meant smaller sections of the park needed to be closed to the public. From his vantage point in the tree Vance could see the ruts in the ground from the hogs. He carefully recorded the distance to each rut after measuring it with the rangefinder. The device was not really needed; it served only to confirm his estimates.

When he turned his attention to the small pond just north of the tree he did a double take. Lying in the tall grass was a naked woman. Her head and shoulders were masked by the vegetation, but he could clearly see from the small of her back all the way to her heels. Vance dug out his binoculars to get a closer look. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her leg move slightly. Then he wondered if she had noticed him.

It was pretty clear he had seen her. Misty lifted her leg slightly, least the guy in the tree thought he had stumbled onto a body that had been dumped. Peering through the blades of grass she watched his jaw drop at the moment he saw her. She was slightly annoyed when he pulled out binoculars to gawk at her. He lowered them after only a few seconds. Either he was satisfied she was not dead or he had figured out she could see him.

Misty decided since her quiet solitude had been violated she would see if she could shame him into leaving with a little show. Misty rolled over onto her back, and then sat up. She remained upright just long enough for him to know that her upper body was just as naked as her legs, then she lurched forward so that she was on her hands and knees. If she was going to get stared at she planned on making it quite an event. Misty wriggled her ass, wondering if she was embarrassing him or turning him on. She stretched out until she was lying down again, and then rolled onto her back. Misty raised her head just enough to see him. The image of him framed by her breasts, sitting motionless in his tree stand was almost comical. Misty wondered what was going through his mind.

Vance pinched himself. He wasn't dreaming. His relief that it wasn't a dead body lying next to the pond was turning to confusion. What the hell was this chick doing? She had to be on some kind of drug. In a way he was trapped. He did not want to be on the ground if she freaked out and started screaming. Vance knew there was no way standing in a field with a screaming naked woman he did not know could end well. Once he confirmed she was alive he had lowered his binoculars, not wanting to look like a pervert. At the same time he could not bring himself to look away. She had a nice body; that much he was sure of. The slope of the ground meant that his view of her face was blocked by her breasts. He could see just the top of her head, but nothing more.

It was still a nice day, and Misty considered just ignoring the intruder. She could see that he was not leaving his spot. Just relaxing in the sun was certainly an option, at least until he started to move. Misty decided to have some fun with the stranger. She put her hands on her breasts and began to caress them. This would not be the first time Misty had masturbated outside, but it would be the first time she did it when she knew she had an audience. She pinched her nipples and tugged on them, pulling the skin taut. 

Spreading her legs apart Misty took a deep breath. She inched her hands down her body. With her feet flat on the ground she raised her hips off the blanket. She wanted to be sure he could see her nearly hairless vagina. Previously when she had pleasured herself outside she had constructed elaborate fantasizes to arouse herself. This time her imagination rested, just knowing that he was watching had her quite excited. She thought only of how her body felt beneath her fingertips, as if she could somehow telegraph the sensation of her sun-warmed skin to him. The rough texture of her sparse pubic hair was quite a contrast from her skin. She paused, rubbing her mound. For reasons she could not explain she trusted the stranger in the tree. He had not intended to intrude into her day, and she somehow knew he would not leave his vantage point to interfere with what she was doing. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt her labia. The tender flesh was wet and hot. Misty spread her nether lips apart, wondering if he still had his binoculars. She raised her head again to catch a quick glimpse of her audience. He had put the binoculars away. The man was just sitting in the tree stand watching her. He was not making any attempt to hide what he was doing. He was looking directly at her, not moving a muscle. She imagined him with the steely gaze of a predator. Misty lowered her head and sank two fingers into her body. She exaggerated her movements; she wanted to be sure he knew what she was doing. Misty swore she could feel his gaze moving up and down her naked body, starting with her feet and ending with her breasts. She kept her head pressed against the ground, not wanting him to see her face.

It was quite a rationalization, but Vance convinced himself that watching this woman was not perverted as long as he did not use the binoculars. He had not come here looking for naked women; she was just part of the landscape. She was clearly aware of his presence, but made no attempt to conceal herself with the exception of her face. He wondered if she was trying to remain anonymous or if she was just ugly. He chose to believe she was just being coy. If her face was anything like what he could see then she would be pretty. Her legs were tan and trim, her belly was fairly flat and her breasts were full and round, probably between a B and C cup. Her tits sagged just enough to indicate they were real. They were not perky, but kept their shape fairly well, so he guessed she was middle-aged, maybe late thirties to early forties. Vance kept his hands off his erection, another part of his rationalization. There would be plenty of time to replay this scene and stroke himself once he got home. Right now he was just observing the local wildlife. 

The image of the strangers body was absent from her mind. Misty was not thinking of anything but what she felt. The warm sun on her body, the gentle breeze blowing through her hair and the soft ground underneath her were all comforting. The feeling of her swollen nipple between her fingers, the wetness between her legs and the heat of the stranger's gaze were all arousing. She alternated between plunging her fingers into her vagina and rubbing them on her clitoris. She could feel her climax building. Misty raised her hips off the blanket, thrusting them towards the man in the tree until she achieved orgasm. 

When the last vestige of her climax faded away Misty rolled onto her stomach and then stood up with her back to him. She put on her shoes, gathered her clothes and the blanket and began walking. If he started to follow her Misty was certain that a screaming naked woman would draw plenty of attention. There was a campground less than a half mile way. There were no man made trails to it, but she knew exactly which game trail would get her there the fastest. Once she was safely in the woods and certain she was not being followed she put her clothes on and walked back to her car.

Two days later Vance found himself back at the park. It was earth day and his company have given everyone the day off to do volunteer work. Thoughts of the naked woman in the field drifted though his mind as he found place to park. He pulled in between and old VW camper and a Subaru adorned with peace symbols. "I'm still not thrilled to be here," Vance said as he closed the door and got out of the car. "Hey, beats being back at the work," Keith said as he shut the passengers door. "I don't know; if I was at work I'd be done by five. They have already paged me twice with questions about the inlet temperatures, I might as well be at work," Vance complained. "Okay, but this is for a good cause, and the cell coverage out here sucks, so they won't be able to reach you," Keith offered. "I guess you are right, but I'd prefer it without all the hippie tree huggers." "It would not be Earth Day without them, and the pagans. You forgot the pagans, they might just put a hex on your grumpy ass," Keith said.

Misty shut the door to her van, a 1968 VW camper. She knew driving it almost made her a stereotype of the environmentalist movement, but she really liked it. It sometimes brought unwanted attention, but she could not bear to give it up. She smiled when she saw the crowd forming for the workday in the park, then she saw him. The stranger from the tree. Misty blushed, wondering if he would recognize her now that she was dressed. She stared at him, willing him to look in her direction. When he did she did not back down, but was relieved when his gaze moved on without any sign of recognition. Misty began to walk in his direction. She was going to have a little more fun.

"How about that one, she doesn't look like the earth mother type," Keith said, pointing to a dark haired woman.

"Yea, she might even shave," Vance said, half in jest.

"Probably, and she's not quite old enough to be a real flower child," Keith added.

Vance looked at the woman again. She was average height with a trim build and decent tits. She was wearing what had to be some fair trade outfit from Central America, but she wore it well. He recognized her boots as Danner's; in fact they were the woman's version of the boots he was wearing. She looked familiar, but he couldn't recall where he had seen her before.

He was younger than she expected him to be, Misty thought as she made her way through the crowd. Hunting was supposed to be for older men, but her mystery man was at least ten years her junior, probably in his mid to late twenties. He was better looking than she expected as well. As she slowly circled him she noted he was probably above average height, at least six feet tall. He was fit, but not bulky. Misty was a bit annoyed with his wardrobe, long cargo shorts covered too much of his muscular legs, and a loose fitting T shirt masked his upper physique. He had sharp features, piercing blue eyes and close cropped hair. He and one other man were standing together talking, but not interacting with the rest of the crowd. When he looked in her direction she looked down, still not sure he had not recognized her.

"Nice boots," Vance said.

Misty snapped her head up and stared at him. The stranger was right in front of her. She met his gaze, seeking any sign that he recognized her, but found none. She smiled at him, "Thanks."

"His name is Vance," said Keith as he joined his friend, "sometimes he forgets that part. I'm Keith." Keith put arm around Vance's shoulder.

"You two make a cute couple," Misty teased.

Vance shrugged off Keith's arm, "We are not a couple." He glared at his friend, "Quit acting like a fucking butt pirate."

Keith smiled, clearly delighting in taunting his friend, "He's right, we are just friends."

"No benefits," Vance interjected, "not that there is anything wrong with that."

"Good to know," Misty mused, "do you come out to a lot of these events?"

"Just some small projects, nothing this big before," Vance said.

"Well I think I know which project you should take on. If you can run a chainsaw there are some invasive trees that need to be cut down. It is a bit of a hike to get to them though," Misty offered.

"You had me at chainsaw," Vance replied with a smile.

Keith began to sing as they walked towards the equipment area, "I'm a lumberjack and that's okay..."

As they walked along the trail, she could feel them both staring at her ass. She could not complain, since she had watched intently as they hefted the chainsaws out of the equipment trainer with their well-muscled arms. If she was going to treat them like sexual objects she could hardly protest if they did the same to her. Misty was glad they were lugging the chainsaws. She was not above work, but the saws were very heavy and the trail was steep. One of the reasons the project had been neglected was the difficulty in getting the equipment needed to the location. The area was accessible only by foot and helicopter. No wheeled vehicles could make it in, and pack animals were not allowed.

"Do you come to this park often?" Vance asked.

"Every chance I get, this park is my favorite. How about you?" Misty replied.

"I have been here a few times; I just got into the feral hog control program." Vance replied.

"You mean killing program," Misty replied, not trying to hide her disdain for what he was talking about.

"So you are one of them," Vance said, the whispered under his breath, " hippie."

"I just don't see why you need to kill something so you can stick it on your wall. I don't think nature needs that kind of help" Misty said.

"Actually it does. The hogs are not native to the area. They don't have many predators to control them, so I'm taking on that role. I guess we could import a pack of wolves to get rid of them, but a wolf is not quite as discriminating as a bow hunter," Vance said, trying not to sound like he was on a soap box.

"I guess we will have to agree to disagree," Misty shot back.

"Can we talk about something else?" Keith asked, not wanting to sit through another of Vance's lectures.

"Sure," Misty replied, "what do you do for a living?"

"I work in the power industry," Vance answered.

"What, like putting up power lines?" Misty asked.

"No," Keith interrupted, "he runs the control room at the nuke plant."

Vance shot Keith a glance, mouthing 'Shut up, asshole,' to his friend. He was sure that was the last think the hippie chick wanted to hear.

"How do you get into something like that?" Misty asked, wondering why she found him attractive when he was clearly so wrong for her.

"I was in the navy; I helped run the power plant on a trident class sub for a few years. When I got out the power company recruited me. A lot of the staff at the plant is from the navy."

She looked at him. Everything about him should have repulsed her, but it did not. He killed animals for sport, he worked with the most toxic substances in the world and she was sure he had oppressed someone when he was in the navy. She recalled that a sub that collided with the Japanese boat a few years ago, it was probably his fault. Even now he looked like a lumberjack; he was probably relishing the thought of making some endangered species homeless by chopping down the tree it lived in. Even with all that baggage she was drawn to him. 

"How about you?" she said to his friend, "How did you end up together?" Misty smiled when she saw Vance bristle at the implication they were a couple. She could tell he tried to laugh it off, but deep down it seemed to bother him.

"I'm not a squid," Keith replied, "Being surrounded by seamen is not my idea of a good time."

Vance interrupted, "Keith here is a Marine. We met in Okinawa. My boat came in for a port call and he was on leave from Afghanistan."

"What did you do in the Marines?" Misty asked.

"I was a rifleman. I took the fight to Haji," Keith said. He stared at her, daring her to make a disparaging remark.

"Do you think you made things any better?" she asked. Misty wondered if either of them had PTSD. Suddenly being alone in the woods with them did not seem like such a good idea.

"I hope so. There are some good people over there. Some of them are dumb as rocks, but a lot of them are not. I wish they could come to America and see what happens when you learn to tolerate people from different tribes, races and religions. I mean there is still plenty of animosity in the states, but nothing like what those shitheads have. We ground kids that don't behave, they have honor killings. It's fucked up." Keith said.

"So what do you do now?" Misty asked, deciding a change of topic was in order.

"I work at the same place as Squidward over there, but I'm on the security team. He makes sure the nasty stuff stays inside the plant, I make sure the bad guys stay outside the plant."

"So you work at the same place, do you live together as well?" she chided.

"No," Vance answered emphatically, "We don't."

"Not that there is anything wrong with that..." Keith added, clearing trying to annoy Vance.

Misty breathed a sigh of relief. She was beginning to feel comfortable with them again. Even though she had known them for a very brief time, and despite their many differences she enjoyed their company.

They crested the top of the hill they had been climbing, a valley spread out below them. Misty could see the small stand of exotics they needed to cut down. The ranger had said they could just leave the cut up trees behind. This time of year they would not have any seeds on them, so the risk of them growing back was minimal. The ranger had given her an herbicide to pour on the stumps that would kill the roots of the trees.




Opposites Attract



"Isn't it beautiful?" Misty asked.

"Yea, it is," Vance replied.

"Reminds me of that time we met in Japan," Keith added.

"Yea, it kind of does," Vance commented.

"Wait, you two were in Japan together? Did you plan a romantic getaway? Did you take long walks on the beach together too?" Misty said, unable to resist a chance to tease Vance again.

"Marines and Navy frequently use the same bases, and if we were at the beach it was for surfing," Vance protested.

"We were part of the small minority that did not spend liberty in either the bar or whorehouse," Keith explained.

"Hey, after being cooped up in a metal tube with a bunch of guys the last thing I wanted was to be cooped up with a bunch of drunken guys in a bar, and the Geisha thing kind of creeped me out." Vance said.

"I was just happy to be outside without worrying about being shot at or blown up," Keith added.

Misty considered making a snide remark about holding hands in the moonlight, but started asking questions about Japan instead. The two men told tale of bullet trains, noodle stands and tiny apartments as they walked down into the valley. Once they arrived at the project site Vance and Keith started up the chainsaws and made short work of the trees. They cut the stumps almost flush with the ground. It was hot, dirty work and the three of them were sweaty and muddy when they finally finished.

"I know a spot where we can clean up, it is kind of on the way back, not too much of a detour," Misty offered as the men put the covers back on the saws.

"I'm in no rush to get back," Keith answered "Me neither, although it is getting close to beer thirty," Vance added.

Vance found himself questioning the decision as he followed the older woman down a narrow game trail. He looked back at Keith, giving him a hand signal to keep an eye out for trouble. There were stories of meth labs and pot farms in some parks. He did not want to stumble into a booby trap. To his relief they walked into another meadow without incident. On the far side a waterfall splashed into a small pond. He followed Misty has she headed straight for the body of water.

"It's spring fed, so the water is a bit brisk," Misty said as she began to remove her clothes. She wondered if Vance would recognize her once she was naked.

Misty quickly stripped off her clothes and waded into the pond. The water was clear and cold. She felt refreshed as the water covered more and more of her body. When it was up to her neck she turned to check on the progress of her companions. They were both standing on the shore staring at her.

"Haven't you guys ever been skinny dipping?" She asked. "No," Vance answered flatly.

"Not in the daylight, and certainly not sober," Keith replied sheepishly.

Misty scolded them, "You two need to broaden your horizons. I'm feeling a bit frisky and sure could use some company."

Misty knew what she was doing was risky. Swimming around naked in front of two men she had met only hours earlier was careless to say the least. Her instincts told her they were not a threat, and it was a risk she was willing to take. Misty focused on physical sensations and pushed the negative thoughts to the back of her mind as she swam towards the waterfall.

"I promise not to judge you by the size of your cocks," she called out to Vance and Keith, "now come on in."

Vance stripped off his shirt, saying glibly, "Good, because I'm betting there is going to be shrinkage when I get in the water."

"I don't think so," Keith shouted back, "When I was at Jungle Warfare School in Panama they told us about some little fish that swims up a guy's pee hole and lays eggs. I'm not risking it."

Misty stopped swimming and turned back to face them. As she treaded water she stared at them, "That's in Central America. I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"Well," Keith replied, "maybe they migrated, like fire ants did."

"I promise I will remove any fish that tries to attack your manhood, now get in here." Misty shouted back.

Keith shook his head and began to unbutton his pants, "I know you won't let me live this down if I don't go in with you. I'd just like to be on record saying this is a bad idea, and you have to call someone to bail us out of jail when we get arrested for public indecency."

"I don't think we will get arrested. Worst case is we end up with a bad case of blue balls," Vance said.

"And best case?" Keith asked.

"We have something to write a letter to Penthouse magazine about," Vance replied with a smile.

Misty looked back at the men. She could see Vance standing on the edge of the pond. He was completely naked. He had a nice shape, his broad shoulders and hairy chest tapering to a narrow waist. He did not have six pack abs, but he did not have a beer belly either. His friend was not bad looking either, he was taller and thinner. 

"You don't recognize me, do you?" Misty asked Vance.

"I wish I did," he replied.

"Maybe this will help," Misty said as she hoisted herself out of the water and sat on a large flat rock in the middle of the pond.

Misty was rewarded for her efforts by the sound of the two men entering the water. She wanted them, but in a very specific way. 

Vance wadded out into the pond. He glanced back at Keith, how was holding his day pack above his head. Misty had not been kidding when she said the water was brisk; arctic would have been a more accurate description. His nutsack was so shriveled up he probably looked like a eunuch, but the cold water was not enough to discourage his erection. Vance looked back at Keith again and noticed his friend had one hand in the water. He was either already jacking off or protecting himself from the perils of little fish. 

"Nope, and I think I would remember seeing you naked," he said as he approached her.

"Maybe from a different angle," Misty said as she reclined, pointing her feet at Vance. She stretched out on the rock and drew her legs up, then spread them apart. 

Two of her fingers were enveloped by the wet slit between her legs. For a moment she stopped thinking about the two men, instead focusing on what it was like to be naked and aroused. Misty planted her feet on the rock, slowly raised her hips and put her hand between her legs. Unlike her skin, which was wet and cold, her pussy was wet and hot. She swore she could hear the light bulb go off in Vance's head as he realized who she was.

"Holy fucking shit that was you?" Vance blurted out. The moments the words passed his lips he realized there was probably a much smoother way to say it.

"Keep looking, I want you to be sure," Misty said has she put one hand on her breast. For a few minutes there was absolute silence as she stroked her pussy and caressed her breast. She briefly wondered if the cold water had any effect on the size of a man's erection, but that thought faded away has she pushed to fingers into the wet folds of flesh between her legs.

"I'm sure," Vance croaked.

"Then tell your friend," Misty said between moans.

Without turning away from the sight of Misty's naked body Vance explained to Keith that he had watched Misty masturbate herself to orgasm in the clearing near his tree stand, and then watched her disappear into the woods.

Vance continued to look at Misty. She was doing the same thing she had done in the meadow, but now he had a much better view. She had much better grooming habits than he expected for a hippie. Her legs were smooth and hairless and her pussy was clearly visible beneath a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Two of her fingers disappeared between the smooth curves of her outer labia. Just a bit of her inner lips were visible. Vance slowed his approach as he watched her lift her hips off the rock and thrust against her hand. He wondered if she was thinking of him while she finger fucked her pussy. Vance noticed Keith walk past him, clearly focused on Misty's breasts.

"That's close enough," Misty said sternly when she sensed the two men were only a few feet away. She was not ready for them yet. She withdrew her hand from between her legs. Using both hands she grabbed her breasts, pushing them together and pinching her swollen nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She was in the perfect place where she had just a taste of orgasmic euphoria but not so much that her arousal started to fade. What made it even better was that she could feel them looking at her. One of them was staring at her tits; the other was fixated on her pussy. She opened her eyes and raised her head. Vance was framed by her thighs.

"You," she commanded," I want you on your knees right here." She motioned to Vance, and then pointed to a spot on the rock behind her head. Misty turned her attention to Keith, "And I want your face right here." Misty put her hand between her legs.

Keith set his pack on the rock then followed Misty's instructions. Vance pulled himself out of the water and knelt at the indicated spot. He lifted Misty's head and slipped the pack underneath it, quietly pulling two condoms out a side pocket in the process.

Grabbing Vance's wrists Misty tilted her head back to make eye contact with him. His deep blue eyes were flooded with lust. "I want you to watch for a bit," she said as she put her legs over Keith's shoulders and pressed her heels into his shoulder blades, pulling him closer. She shifted her stare to Keith just long enough to give him his marching orders, "Stop worrying about that fucking fish and start licking my pussy."

Without hesitation Keith put his arms around Misty's legs. She jumped a bit when his cold fingers pressed into her warm thighs. He buried his head between her legs, lapping at her vagina. His cock ached, jealous that it was stuck in the cold water when a hot pussy was so close.

Misty released her grip on Vance's wrists, "Don't move." She scooped her breasts up and began to caress them roughly. Using her thumbs she toyed with her erect nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips as Keith's tongue penetrated her pussy. Misty looked up at Vance, she could see the lust in his eyes and was impressed that he had the discipline to follow her directive.

"Do you like my tits?" She asked seductively. 

"Oh hell yea," he replied, 

"If you keep behaving I might let you touch them," she teased.

The aching from his cock was almost unbearable, but Vance stayed put. He shifted his gaze to look at Keith; he was noisily licking Misty's pussy. The cold water did not seem to have dampened his enthusiasm. Vance wondered why Misty had chosen to taunt him. He took in his view of her body. For an older woman she looked fantastic. Based on his initial assessment he had expected that she would have sun weathered skin and hairy legs. In fact quite the opposite was true. He watched as she pinched both her nipples and tugged on them until the skin was pulled taut. She did not have the perky breasts of a twenty year old, but they were still a sight to behold. The warmth of the sun was finally bringing his body temperature back to normal.

Putting her feet on Keith's shoulders Misty reluctantly pushed him away. She was thoroughly enjoying what he was doing, but she wanted to feel something larger and harder than his tongue. She sat up and turned to look at Vance.

"You," Misty ordered, "lie down on your back." She waited patiently while Vance assumed the position she had requested, and then picked up one of the condoms he had pulled out and slowly rolled it down his erection. Next she turned her attention to Keith, "Get up here, I want you on your knees."

Keith quickly obliged and she slipped the second condom over his frigid erection, then Misty straddled Vance's legs. She looked over her shoulder at Keith, "I want you right behind me, but don't get any ideas. I will tell you when it is your turn."

Vance groaned as Misty grabbed his cock and guided it between her legs. Even with the condom he could feel how hot she was. The moment he entered her Vance saw Misty grab Keith's hands and place them on her breasts, then pushed her hips down. Vance moaned again as Misty completely engulfed his erection. He felt her pin his wrists to the rock as she began to grind against him.

The feeling of Keith's cold cock nestled between her ass cheeks was a bit of a shock at first, but it warmed up quickly. She reveled in the feeling of being between two naked men. Misty rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her pussy and ass between their cocks.

She leaned forward, forcing Keith to put one hand on the rock to maintain his balance. She paused, letting her unencumbered breast hover just out of Vance's reach. Misty decided to make Vance wait just a little longer. She continued to ride him, delighting in the feeling of her pussy stretched around his swollen cock. She moaned loudly when Keith pinched her nipple between his fingers. When she had taken him in as far as she could she tighten up her muscles and squeezed his erection. Then she clamped her ass cheeks around Keith's dick. Misty relaxed and did it all over again.

"I love cock," Misty moaned as she writhed between Vance and Keith," I could do this all day."

Deciding that the teasing had gone on long enough Misty leaned forward enough for Vance's eager lips to reach her naked breast. He started off trying to return the taunting, circling her stiff nipples with the tip of his tongue. But he was unable to resist her charms and soon his lips were pressed against her breast as his tongue lashed at her.

This was not Keith's first threesome, but it was the first he did not pay for. Being told to wait his turn was also a new twist, and listening to Vance and Misty was certainly making him look forward to driving his cock into her hot, wet slit. He knew Vance would tease him about getting sloppy seconds, but at the moment he did not care. At least they had condoms on, so he would not have to deal with another man's spunk. He was more than happy to keep squeezing her tit in his hand as he rubbed his erection against Misty's firm ass. Listening to Misty get Vance off only increased his desire to fuck her brains out.

Testing Misty's resolve to keep him pinned down Vance tried to raise his hands to her tits, but she would not release him. He could easily overpower her, but he preferred to remain her captive. Vance tried to keep his mouth pressed against her breast, but as she began to ride his cock faster and faster he could not keep up. He lowered his head and watched her tits, one flailing freely, the other held tight in Keith's hand. He could feel his orgasm building; soon he would be past the point of no return. 

"Come for me baby, I want you to come," Misty growled. She could feel her own climax building and she wanted to have Keith start fucking her before she came. She regretted that Vance was wearing a condom; she liked the feeling of being filled with cum. Misty looked into Vance's eyes; trying to gauge how close he was to orgasm. She could see that he was struggling to hold back.

"Give it to me. I want you to come inside me. I'm ready for it, I'm so ready for you to come," she said in a sultry voice. Misty slowed down, trying to feel every contour of Vance's cock and it slid against her labia. She squeezed him tight and stared directly at him. Misty licked her lips and then slowly mouthed 'Come inside me'. She felt Vance tense and then relax as his orgasm rushed out of his body. When she felt his erection begin to fade Misty let it slip out of her body. She reached back and grabbed Keith's cock, stuffing it into her pussy. The moment she had released Vance's wrist he had grabbed her breast. Although she enjoyed feeling him caress her, she enjoyed having him trapped more. She pulled his hand away and pinned him to the ground again.

"You got me half way to coming, let's see if Keith can do his part. Are you ready to watch me get fucked from behind," she said. This position was a bit of an experiment, she had never actually had sex like this before. She had fantasized about it many times, but this was the first time she had actually tried it. 

"Fuck me hard, I want your cock," Misty said over her shoulder. 

Taking his hand off her tits and putting them on his hips, Keith rammed his erection into Misty. He could hear his hips slapping against her ass. He could see her breasts swing from side to side as he pounded his cock into her over and over with long, hard thrusts. Each time his throbbing erection split her labia apart he inched closer to climax.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop. Harder, harder, fuck me harder," Misty moaned. If anything, Keith was obedient. Each time his hips crashed into her ass she almost fell forward onto Vance. She looked down at him and decided she had teased him long enough. Misty released his hands and made a quick glance at her breasts. The encouragement was probably not needed. His hands were on her tits in seconds, stroking and caressing them. Having Vance play with her tits while Keith fucked her accelerated her towards climax.

"Oh yes, yes, yes. I'm going to come. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Make me come all over you hard cock, make me come," Misty begged.

Keith was pretty certain she was not faking. Even with the condom on he could her muscles contract as she was enveloped by her orgasm. He was on the verge of climax himself. Only after she collapsed onto Vance did he stop fighting to hold back and with a loud groan he let his orgasm wash over him.

The three of them lay in a heap for a few minutes. Misty was the first to snap out of post orgasmic bliss. She wanted more. And she wanted to see how far she could push the two men out of their comfort zone.

"It's time for a little sensitivity training," Misty said as she removed herself from the tangle of arms, legs and cocks. "I want you to stand back to back and hold hands."

Vance and Keith both looked at her like she was insane.

"I promise you this will be worth it," she said, licking her lips. She watched at the two men awkwardly complied with her instructions. She felt a rush of excitement as she watched them. There was no way she could match either of them in physical strength, and Vance was probably smarter as well. Yet both of them complied with every one of her requests, even the ones that made them uncomfortable. She circled them slowly, admiring their bodies and looking into their eyes. She could almost see the gears turning in Vance's head, like he was calculating all the possible outcomes and weighing the risks and rewards of each. Keith was quite different. He had a wild look in his eyes; she could see that he was struggling to comply with her order to remain still. She wondered if he would lose control before she was done with him. She put her hand on Vance's chest, pushing him back until his body was pressed against Keith. She circled them one more time. Vance's erection had returned first. It made sense; he had at least a few minutes head start of Keith.

"I'm going to suck your cock now, but tell me when you are close. I don't swallow," she said, "at least not today. I want you to cum on my tits."

Vance smiled as he watched Misty get on her knees, positioning them between his feet. She was so close she had to lean back to get her mouth near his erection. She grabbed his cock with one hand and pulled it down until it was almost horizontal. She opened her mouth and Vance expected her to wrap her lips around the engorged head of is erection, but she did not. Instead her tongue snaked out of her mouth and the tip gently caressed the sensitive spot just below the rim of his cock. Her other hand was on her breast, tugging on her swollen nipple. Her position gave him an excellent view of what she was doing. Watching her was so arousing Vance knew she could probably bring him to climax without ever taking his dick into her mouth. He decided if she made him come like this he would not warn her, but would shoot his load into her mouth and all over her face. His plan for a vengeful orgasm faded from his mind the moment she slid his cock into her mouth. She let go of his cock and her breast and extended her arms until her hands were on Keith's hips, then she pulled back. Vance did not care. He was completely focused on watching her head bob back and forth. The sensation of her lips sliding up and down the length of his erection, and her tongue swirling around his cock was amazing.




Opposites Attract



Keith winced as Vance gripped his hands tighter and tighter. That must be one hell of a blowjob he thought has he squeezed back, trying to keep Vance from crushing his fingers. It would not surprise him if they both ended up with bruises. He could feel Misty's hands on him, pulling him back against his friend. Vance's hips began to sway back and forth.

"I'm about to come," he groaned through clenched teeth. He had held out as long as he possible could. He watched as Misty pulled her head back and wrapped her fingers around his erection. Her hands did not feel as good as her mouth, but he was so close to climax there was no way he wasn't going to come.

"I want you to come on my tits," she moaned as she pumped her hands back and forth. She got her wish as a stream of hot cum splattered onto her breasts. It was more than she expected from a second orgasm. She continued to stroke his cock until the last drop of cum dripped onto her tits. Without a word she stood up and walked around to Keith.

"I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds again. Same deal, don't come in my mouth," she said, kneeling before Keith and then plunging her head down, engulfing his cock in her mouth. Once her lips were stretched over his thick cock she tilted her head back slightly. She liked to watch the expression on a man's face as she pushed him closer and closer to coming. Misty put her hands on Keith's hips, but after bobbing her head up and down on his erection a few times she began to let her hands wander. First she grabbed Keith's ass. She noticed that the two men were no longer touching. Misty decided to remedy that situation. She could not explain why she wanted Keith and Vance to have their bodies pressed together, but she did. Perhaps it was because she wanted to see how far she could push them. Misty stretched her arms out and put her hands on Vance's hips and then pulled him back. Judging by the throbbing erection in her mouth it wasn't bothering Keith too much. Her arms were not quite long enough to reach Vance's cock, but he did not seem to be struggling to break free of her grasp.

"I'm getting close," Keith moaned.

Unlike his friend, Keith warned her even before his cock had started to leak precum into her mouth, and she decided to reward him for being so considerate. Misty cupped her hands around her breasts and the moment Keith's erection sprang free of her mouth she wrapped them around his cock.

"I want you to fuck my tits until you cover them with cum," she exclaimed.

As he thrust back and forth his dick slid easily between her soft globes of flesh. His cock was wet from being in her mouth and her tits were still covered with Vance's cum. Misty was looking up at him and the look in her eyes told him she liked having his cock between her tits. She had the palms of her hands pressed against the outer curve of her breasts, pressing them tight against his cock. She also had her fingers interlocked, keeping his erection from slipping out of her cleavage. Each time he saw the head of his cock emerge from between her tits he took another leap towards his inevitable climax.

"That's it, fuck my tits. Your cock feels so good, yes, yes, faster, faster. Fuck my tits with your big hard cock. Come for me baby, I want it all over my tits. I want to feel your hot cum all over me. Give it to me, I want it, I want it," Misty moaned. She knew she was being a bit over the top, but she wanted to make Vance jealous, even if he did not know why.

Once again she got her wish. Keith froze in mid thrust. She felt his cock pulsing as the thick liquid gushed between her tits. Later she realized he had consciously avoided spraying his load on to her face by stopping where he did. She started to slide her breasts up and down on his erection, but stopped when she realized he was probably extremely sensitive in his post orgasmic state. Instead Misty keep her tits wrapped around his cock for a few moments, the leaned back and let his dick slip out. She maintained eye contact with him as she scooped up the cum covering her chest and licked it off her fingers She briefly considered forced feeding it to both of them, but decided not to push her luck.

Vance heard a splash and turned his head to see Misty treading water. Moments later he heard another splash as Keith joined her. "Dude, it's going to start getting dark soon, we need to get going," Keith said as he grabbed his pack off the rock and began to head towards the edge of the pond. Vance jumped into the water with a shallow dive that propelled him past both of them. Once on shore he used his shirt to dry off, and then pulled his shorts on. He glanced at his companions; Keith was doing the same thing. 

"I have a question for you two. Why did you have condoms in your pack? Did you come to this event hoping to get lucky?" Misty asked as she watched them get dressed.

"Not really," Vance replied, "condoms are part of the standard load. Our packs also have a first aid kit and some big stick mags, but we don't expect to use those either."

"There is a magazine about big sticks? That sounds like gay porn," Misty replied.

"No," Vance said, trying not to sound condescending, "big magazines for this." He pulled a pistol out of the pack and tucked into a holster on his belt. He pulled a second pistol out of the pack and handed it to Keith.

"Really," Misty said, sounding a bit exasperated, "I can assure you that you don't need to compensate for the size of your dicks, they are actually on the large side."

"This has nothing to do with the size of my cock," Keith said as he holstered his pistol.

"Then why did you bring it?" Misty asked. She was genuinely curious. Neither one of them seemed to have any issue with self-confidence.

"Let's just say when something goes bump in the night, we want to be able to bump back harder," Vance explained.

"Whatever," Misty said, rolling up her clothes and starting to walk across the meadow. "Um, are you going to get dressed?" Vance asked.

"Eventually, am I bothering you?" Misty replied, happy that she had surprised them.

"I've got no complaints," Keith interjected.

They were almost to the top of the ridge before Misty stopped and put her shorts and shirt on. She did not put her panties and bra back on. It was after dark when they finally arrived back at the parking lot. They could hear the after-party going on, but none of them headed towards it. Misty stopped at her van.

"I guess this is goodbye for now. I'm sure I will see you guys around," she said.

"Really?" Vance remarked, doubting they ran in the same circles.

"Yea, I'm going to a protest at the nuke plant next week," she said casually.

"Well, don't take the tear gas personally," Keith replied.

"I'll try to keep that in mind," she said, and climbed into her van. Vance and Keith watched her get into the van and drive out of sight.

"Are we really going to send a letter to Penthouse magazine?" Keith asked.

"No, there's no way anyone would believe this," Vance answered. He whipped out his cell phone and started pressing keys, the incessant tapping made Keith curious.

"Are you doing what I think you are doing?" Keith asked.

"You know I am."Vance muttered distractedly, still tapping on his smart phone.

"You really think you can track her down by the plates?" he said incredulously.

"I already have, the van is registered to Leprechaun Environmental Consulting. The CEO is one Misty Adams. I guess you could say she likes all kinds of twigs and berries," Vance replied.

"Huh, CEO, I never would have pegged her as being C level," Keith commented.

"She can be my cock engulfing officer," Vance quipped.

"No, she is my cum evacuating, uh, evaluating, uh, I got nothing," Vance mumbled.

"Want her number?" Vance asked. 

"Abso-fucking-lutely. When I see you at the plant tomorrow, tell me that this wasn't a dream, because I still don't believe it happened," Keith said wistfully.

Vance chuckled at Keith's response. "It didn't. You hit your head and started humping a hollow log. I am surprised you don't have splinters."

Keith clapped Vance on the shoulder, saying, "Thanks buddy, I know I can count on you to recall my sexual exploits."

"Just get in the car before I leave your lovelorn ass in the parking lot," Vance said, rolling his eyes. Vance started the car, and pulled out onto the main road, visions of a certain naked granola-y CEO filling his brain. 



Opposites Attract



Author's note:

It's been a while since I wrote anything on Literotica, and I'm glad to be back.

This story deals with several categories, technically, such as transsexual and reluctance. However, with the central theme being incest, that's where this will be staying.

This is my first incest/taboo story and I'm hoping I've reached the expectations of the category well enough.

I didn't do it alone, however. This story was inspired by a close online friend that I was roleplaying this scenario with and it stuck in my mind and wouldn't leave. So to that end, thank you Hope.

Enjoy!

Legal Notice: the names of the characters used in this story were the names of characters in the roleplay. All characters in this story are 18+

Edit: Due to the number of comments complaining about the issue of Sarah's gender, I have added in a paragraph briefly explaining the situation. Everything else will be touched on in chapter 2, which I am in the process of writing. Thank you for your feedback.

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Sarah was rummaging through her bedside drawers, turning them out and messing up the room she shared with her younger sister, Hope. She was looking for her ipod. She had no idea where she'd put it when she'd gotten home the night before.

It was when she reached her bottom drawer than she found something interesting. Pulling out the stack of photographs that she hadn't known was there, she became furious. They were nude photographs of her, in the shower and masturbating.

Sarah was a transsexual. She'd had a sex-change when she was 18 because she'd always felt wrong in her male body, though she'd not had her manhood removed because when she'd gained her breasts and feminine form, she felt complete. She was still insecure about her body and hadn't had a boyfriend or girlfriend since she'd change gender due to those insecurities.

The picture on top of the stack showed her knelt under the running shower with her eyes closed and mouth open in pleasure while she stroked her hard cock and water ran down her slim body and plastered her long, black hair to her back. She had a look through the stack before rounding on her sister, practically ready to kill her.

"Hope, what the fuck is this!?" she yelled.

Hope hadn't heard her, though, as she was playing on her Xbox and had her earphones in. Sarah threw the stack onto her sister's lap, which caused Hope to jump with surprise, which soon became indignation as Sarah yanked her earphone out.

"What the fuck are those pictures?" Sarah asked her angrily.

Hope looked at the pictures carefully, her face showing no emotion.

"You," she replied sarcastically after a moment.

"Well done," Sarah said. "Now what the fuck are these doing in my drawer? I didn't take them."

"Neither did I."

"Well who did?" Sarah asked, growing angrier. "Nobody else would have been able to take those and they wouldn't have put them in my drawer."

"Beats me," Hope said, turning back to her game.

"Right, well let's see what Mum and Dad think, shall we?" Sarah said, taking the stack and walking towards the bedroom door.

She was hoping that Hope wouldn't remember that their parents had gone away for the week to visit family. Thankfully her wishes came true.

"Don't do that!" Hope exclaimed.

"Why? Something to confess?" Sarah asked with a sharp tone.

"No, since I didn't do it," Hope replied.

Sarah continued towards the door and opened it, but Hope sprang up, snatched the stack and slipped the pictures down the back of her trousers.

"Give them back!" Sarah spat.

"No," Hope said. "I won't."

"You know, for someone who isn't guilty, you really seem it at the minute," Sarah reasoned.

Hope said nothing to that and Sarah started thinking up what to do to get the truth. She could read Hope like a book, but Hope was stubborn. It was never easy to get her to say anything if she didn't want to say it.

Suddenly an idea struck her and she smiled evilly. She closed and locked the bedroom door and turned around, walking over to Hope's bed and picked up her digital camera. Sarah quickly scanned through it and found one of the pictures she was looking for before Hope snatched it off her.

"That's mine!" she said, indignantly.

"I saw one of the pictures that's in the stack while I was looking," Sarah said, grinning.

She now had concrete evidence, since Hope never let anybody else use her camera. The likelihood of someone sneaking it away was highly slim.

"No you didn't," Hope said. "You must have been imagining it."

Sarah pulled out her phone and flipped it open, looking at the screen for a minute before glaring at Hope.

"Okay," Sarah said. "I'll tell you what, you tell me the truth and I won't tell everyone what I found in the drawer and on the camera."

Hope froze and eyed Sarah cautiously. She didn't look like she believed Sarah when she'd processed what she'd just heard. Sarah decided to up the ante and make Hope believe what she was told.

"That's right. I'll tell everyone. Your friends, my friends and, most importantly, family."

Now Hope looked worried. Sarah had also come up with another idea, grinning as she figured out how to implement it.

"Just tell me the truth and nobody finds out about it," Sarah said. "I promise if you do as I say, nobody will know that you've taken pictures of your older sister showering and masturbating."

Hope looked horrified. Sarah knew the truth and she knew that Hope knew that she knew. Now it was a simple game of tricking her little sister. She started the game by dialling a couple of keys at random.

"It was me!" Hope burst out. "It was me."

"I know it was," Sarah said. "Isn't it better that I know for sure and won't tell than me only guessing and letting it out?"

Hope looked to be on the verge of tears. She was frightened that her older sister would let out her biggest secret. Her infatuation for her sister. She was terrified that people would find out and use it to bully her even more than they already did.

"Now that I have the truth, I won't tell anyone," Sarah said. "But you have to do something for me, okay?"

Hope nodded reluctantly. She was expecting something extremely harsh. The request was unexpected. Harsh but unexpected.

"Do you masturbate when you look at those pictures?" Sarah asked.

"What? No!" Hope exclaimed quickly.

"Don't lie to me Hope," Sarah said. "I can read you like a book."

Hope blushed deeply and fidgeted. Sarah stared at her, waiting patiently for an answer. The pressure from Sarah's stare was enormous to Hope and she ended up nodding reluctantly, not meeting her sister's gaze.

"Tell me how you masturbate to them," Sarah said.

"What?" Hope said.

"Tell me how you masturbate to the photos you have of me," Sarah said slowly and clearly, condescending her younger sister.

Hope was silent, blushing even deeper as Sarah asked her for information on the most intimate thing she did. She was having trouble even opening her mouth so Sarah helper her a little.

"Do you rub your pussy and clit?" Sarah asked.

Hope nodded.

"Finger yourself?" Sarah asked next.

Hope nodded again and opened her mouth to speak.

"I also..." Hope stopped. "Never mind."

"No, tell me," Sarah said, leaning forward with interest.

"I also...rub my ass."

Sarah smiled and said nothing for a minute, picturing her little sister rubbing and fingering her tight pussy while she rubbed that tight sphincter of muscle that was her anus.

"Show me," Sarah said. "Show me how you masturbate to the pictures of me."

Hope looked like her head would explode from all the blood rushing up to it. She fidgeted with her hands before responding with a shake of the head.

"It's too embarrassing," She said.

Sarah grinned and faked dialling on her phone again, looking up at Hope a couple of times.

"Show me," She demanded. "Get naked and show me how you masturbate."

She wasn't shouting or being forceful in her tone of voice. It was the intensity in her gaze and posture that caught Hope out and made her do it.

She pulled he top over her head and unhooked her bra, letting her lovely, B-cup breasts free. Sarah felt a stir in her pants as she saw her sister topless, watching as she undressed herself. Hope then undid her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. When she was done she sat on her bed with her legs closed. Sarah smiled at her shy, quiet little sister sitting naked, covering her breasts with her arms.

"Lay back and open your legs," Sarah said. "Let me see your pussy."

Slowly, Hope lay down and opened her legs, revealing the tight, pink honey-pot between them. Her pubic mound was almost hairless, with just a small strip of hair above her pussy. She was breathing quickly, her pert breasts rising and falling rapidly.

"That looks delicious," Sarah said. "Now show me how you masturbate to the pictures."

Hope reached down and started softly rubbing her pussy, running her fingertips up and down the delicate lips. Her breathing got heavier as she became obviously aroused.

"Spread your lips for me," Sarah said.

Hope did so, revealing the inside of her tight pussy. She was obviously a virgin and she looked so tight that Sarah doubted that even a single finger would be able to squeeze it's way into her depths.

"You look so tight," Sarah said. "It looks like you couldn't even fit a finger inside. Are you a virgin?"

Hope blushed at the purposeful jab that Sarah threw her way while voicing her thoughts. She nodded slightly, embarrassed at revealing such information.

"Does it feel good to have me watching you masturbate?" Sarah teased. "I bet it does."

"It doesn't," Hope responded. "It feels weird."

"Close your eyes then, and pretend I'm not here."

Hope complied and closed her eyes, beginning to rub her pussy again, moaning softly. Sarah grinned and reached for Hope's camera. She looked at it quickly before pointing it at her oblivious sister and snapping a couple of pictures of her pussy and tits.

Hope didn't notice a thing. Instead, she dipped a finger into her tight pussy and lifted her ass off the bed and slipped her hand between her cheeks to rub her anus. Sarah snapped a few pictures of that too, making sure to get a visual record of everything her sister did to pleasure herself.

"Oh, you're such a dirty girl," Sarah teased, her cock rock hard in her pants.

"No I'm not," Hope protested, though she didn't stop masturbating.

"Then why are you masturbating while your sister watches?" Sarah asked with a wide grin.

"Don't say that," Hope said, unconvincingly.

Sarah smiled and put the camera down. She moved over to her sister's bed and knelt beside Hope, leaning over her to put her lips to her ear.

"Face it," Sarah said. "You're a dirty girl who's been waiting to get her chance to do this."

Hope didn't answer but Sarah could see the juices dripping from her sister's pussy and smell the sweet musk it gave off.

"Give me your hand," Sarah said.

Hope took the hand from between her ass cheeks and held it out, her eyes still closed. Sarah took it and very slowly led it to her bulging crotch. When Hope felt the bulge of Sarah's rock-hard cock, she moaned and started rubbing it firmly. Sarah started breathing a little heavier, her sister's clumsy rubbing helping to turn her on.

Sarah reached down and undid her pants, moving away to pull them and her panties off. She climbed back onto the bed and her sister's hand blindly found her cock like a heat-seeking missile finds its target.

"Stroke my cock for me, Hope," Sarah said.

Hope did as she was told, wrapping her fingers around it to softly and slowly stroke her hand up and down in time to her rubbing or her pussy. Sarah moaned softly as her sister gave her a handjob. It wasn't an expert job by any stretch of the word, but Sarah had only had her own hands since her sex-change two years before.

Sarah reached for Hopes pussy and removed it, replacing it with her own. She rubbed softly, using one of her fingers to gently circle Hope's clitoris.

Hope moaned out loudly and shook with the pleasure that Sarah was giving her. In response, her hand moved up and down Sarah's shaft harder and faster. Both of them were moaning with pleasure now as they rubbed each other. After a little while, Sarah stopped Hope from stroking her and reluctantly stopped rubbing Hope's wet pussy.

"It's time for something new," Sarah said.

"But I was just starting to properly enjoy myself," Hope protested in a disappointed tone.

"Trust me," Sarah said. "You'll love this."

Sarah flopped onto her back softly and instructed hope to straddle her face while facing the same way as she was. Hope did so and Sarah could see her sister's tight, sweet-looking pussy inches away.

"Now lean forward," Sarah said. "I'm going to eat your pussy while you give me head."

"I dreamt of this once," Hope said, not even realising she'd said it.

Hope did as she was told and then stopped, not moving. It was as if she were confused as to what she was supposed to do next.

"I've never given a blowjob before," Hope said, sounding nervous to even admit the truth.

"It's okay," Sarah said, smiling. "Just lick my cock for a bit then stick it in your mouth and suck it while moving your head up and down. You'll get used to it."

Hope looked back at Sarah and nodded before licking Sarah's cock from the base to the tip. Sarah moaned and gently grabbed Hope's ass to pull her pussy down the last couple of inches to her face. She licked from her sister's clit and down the entire length of her pussy, tasting the juices that had lubricated it. Hope tasted heavenly.

Sarah wanted to taste deeper, so she slid her tongue into Hope's pussy as Hope licked the head of her cock while moaning loudly from the feeling of Sarah's tongue. Sarah licked around Hope's vaginal walls, changing from soft, gentle licks, to firm, rough licks. Hope was being driven crazy by her lust.

It didn't take long for Hope's skills with her tongue to increase when that happened, Sarah started encouraging her by moaning and giving her tips. She told Hope to suck the head of her cock, which Hope did gladly, causing Sarah to moan loudly.

Sarah was squeezing and rubbing Hope's ass cheeks as she licked her pussy and Hope started to bob her head in time with Sarah's licks. They were both overwhelmed with pleasure and Hope came hard, showering Sarah's face lightly with her juices. They both stopped what they were doing and Sarah rolled Hope off of her.

"I want to fuck you so bad, Hope," Sarah said.

"I don't know," Hope said, uncertainly. "I'm a virgin, won't it hurt?"

"Yeah, but it'll feel good too," Sarah reasoned. "I'll be as gentle as I can."

"You? Gentle?" Hope asked disbelievingly.

"Of course," Sarah said. "We may fight and argue but I'd never seriously hurt you on purpose."

Hope thought it over carefully for a few moments. She didn't want her virginity to be taken by just anyone. Then again, she'd fantasised about fucking Sarah so many times and now that she had the chance to fulfil the fantasies, she was scared and exhilarated. Finally she nodded and lay back with her legs spread wide.

Sarah crawled between them and lined her cock up with the entrance to Hope's virgin pussy. Sarah gently pressed and felt Hope's moist nether lips give ever so slightly, but it was going to be a very tight squeeze. Sarah took her panties and balled them up tightly, handing them to Hope.

"What are these for?" Hope asked, confused.

"Bite down on them as hard as you need to deal with the pain," Sarah said. "It's going to hurt a lot before it feels good. Ready?"

Hope bit lightly onto the panties and nodded. Without warning Hope, Sarah thrust into her sharply, stretching her pussy and popping her cherry in one go. Hope bit down hard and screamed in pain as a trickle of blood dripped out of her pussy and onto the bed sheets.

Sarah held herself very still for what seemed to be a long time, to let Hope get used to her pussy being full of her first cock. Eventually, Hope's breathing started to slow down and her pained expression softened a little.

"Are you okay?" Sarah asked.

"It hurts but it's easing up," Hope stated after spitting the panties out of her mouth. "Couldn't have gone softer?"

"Getting it out of the way is probably better than drawing it out," Sarah said with an apologetic look.

Hope nodded and Sarah gave a few gentle thrusts. Hope moaned a little from pleasure, though the pain was still evident in her voice.

"Ready?" Sarah asked softly.

Hope nodded and Sarah started to thrust slowly and gently, holding Hope firmly to keep her as still as possible to begin with. Hope moaned with a mix of pain and pleasure, her pussy rippling slightly and tightly gripping Sarah's cock.

"Hope, you're so tight," Sarah said, sighing with pleasure.

"And your cock is huge, Sarah," Hope replied. "I feel so full."

Sarah grinned and started thrusting a little faster and harder, her balls lightly slapping into Hope's ass. Both sisters were moaning loudly and Hope was pumping her hips back at Sarah with every thrust, causing Sarah's cock to go even deeper into her sister's pussy.

"You're so tight, I don't think I'll last very long," Sarah said in a strained voice.

"I don't care," Hope said through her moans. "It feels amazing now and I don't care if it ends soon because your cock is inside me now."

Sarah was now thrusting even harder and faster than before, her balls loudly slapping against Hope's ass cheeks as Sarah approached her orgasm. From the feel of Hope's pussy around her cock, Sarah guessed that she was close to cumming again too.

The two sisters moaned and fucked with reckless abandon, hips slamming against one another as they were overtaken by their lust for the other.

"I'm going to cum!" Sarah yelled.

"Me too," Hope yelled back.

Sarah slammed her cock into Hope's pussy a few more times before bottoming out and thrusting to milk her cock of cum inside Hope's pussy while Hope's pussy contracted tightly for the same reason.

"I'm cumming!" they screamed in unison.

Sarah's hot, sticky cum filled Hope's womb and pussy while Hope's juices squirted out around Sarah's cock, coating their legs and the bed.

Sarah collapsed onto Hope as they both went limp. They were spent and could hardly move, both of them panting heavily in post-orgasmic bliss.

"That was incredible," Sarah said.

Hope made a noise of agreement, too tired to do anything else. When Sarah had enough energy, she rolled off of Hope and pulled her into a close cuddle. They both fell asleep in each other's arms.

**

They woke a few hours later, not speaking.

They weren't silent from shame or embarrassment, they were just both content and therefore there was nothing to say. They were also both very irritable once the woke up.

Instead of speaking, they both went to the bathroom at the same time and climbed into the shower together. They washed each other's hair and body as they ran through what had happened before they fell asleep in their own minds.

They were probably going to have to re-evaluate their relationship as sisters and see if they could make a sexual relationship work. It was dark now, though, and they were too tired, so they crawled back into bed together and fell asleep, naked and damp, once again in each other's arms.



Opposites Attract



She was happily married. He was single. She was black. He was white. He was an artist, she was a financial planner. He lived in a Manhattan loft while she lived in a conservative Long Island community. Everything about them was opposite.

Most of all and best he was a man and she was a woman. Just thinking of his hard muscles and thick long cock had her drooling from her mouth and her pussy. Melinda was very happy she was on his door step waiting to be welcomed in.

Melinda smiled as her lover opened the door and immediately bent his head and claimed her mouth. His front door was open and anyone could see, but it didn't matter. No one knew her here. And even if they did they did not care. They were artists, writers, poets and free thinkers. They celebrated sex and love and probably enjoyed watching to boot. Or at least listening.

There were going to be no drinks or small talk or preliminaries this time. Melinda was damned horny as was Daniel.

They barely made it into his front room, before Daniel started pulling her clothes off. She reciprocated in kind, pulling his loose fitting pants off. To her delight nothing was underneath.

Her out-layers off, Daniel pushed her panties aside and begin licking and slurping her pussy like an animal. He had done some construction on his loft and it always made him hot. And needy. And ready.

He sucked her clitoris in and out of his mouth and Melinda began to moan.

"Sweetie" he groaned, "we're in the front room and I have next door neighbors that may hear. I don't mind at all but I don't want you to be embarrassed."

Melinda thought through the waves of blinding pleasure. She should be worried that his neighbors would hear but she just didn't care. Maybe it was the fact that he was proud for people to know she was there. Maybe it was the fact she got a tingle out of the thought that someone could hear. It just didn't matter.

She grabbed his head closer to her spasming pussy. Melinda actually screamed as her body released sending a wave of wet moisture into his mouth.

Daniel licked her clean and than frantically positioned her on her knees on the sofa. Melinda's hands rested against the wall the sofa sat against.

Panties now pulled off, legs spread wide, Daniel took his cock and thrust into her, feeling her wet soft walls envelope him.

Melinda shook with passion as his hard cock separated and filled her cunt. Thrusting and moving and squirming Daniel roughly fucked her.

Moans and cries came from both. Melinda wanted the neighbors to know she was getting fucked. 

The fucking was good, hard and intense. Raw and primal. Daniel was thrilled with the knowledge that his neighbors could hear how he loved fucking and pleasing his woman.

"Damn" I'm cumming Melinda squealed. As he fucked into her creaming cunt Daniel felt his cock expand and than shoot all of his steamy cum deep into his lover's pussy.

Exhausted Melinda and Daniel sank onto the couch together.

Licking her sweat from her skin with a twinkle in his eye Daniel teased Melinda that they had both been really loud. Maybe the neighbors did hear.

After a few moments Melinda decided that if you were going to do something you should do it right. She admitted to herself-she did want the neighbors to hear. Her pussy started tingling all over again at the thought of people listening to the hot fuck they had.

"Dan-I'm going to make you howl like a dog. Your neighbors will never look at you without thinking of sex," Melinda teased.

"Go ahead, do your worst."

Melinda bent her head and took Daniel's hot wet cock in her mouth. He tasted like sperm. He tasted like cunt. And he tasted like man. A combo she happened to love.

Flicking her tongue around the head, she felt his cock grow in her mouth. She sucked the head hard feeling it quiver and expand in her mouth.

Daniel was by now moaning.

But not enough-Melinda wanted him to howl with no thought or shame at who might be listening.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly moved down and engulfed his entire cock in her mouth. A complete deep-throat.

At the feel of his cock completely encased in her tight, hot mouth, Daniel lost it.

He didn't give damn who was listening. In fact he wanted them to hear him. He wanted to show how his woman was pleasing him.

A long load howl erupted from Daniel's throat. Hearing that Melinda swallowed and tightened the suction on her already bursting to the seams, stretched mouth.

The added pressure did it.

Daniel shouted out in load bold tones "I'm cumming, I'm cumminmg."

Melinda eased her mouth up so that she could get a good taste and swallow of the hot sticky cum that flooded into her mouth.

She gloried in the fact that Daniel was still loudly moaning and grunting with no regard for possible listening ears.

Finally after swallowing the last drop, Melinda rested against a still panting Daniel.

"Told you I'd make you howl. And I'm pretty sure the neighbors did hear you cum."

Daniel dropped a kiss on Melinda's upturned face.

"To borrow a line from a well-known source," he said, "Frankly, my dear I don't give a damn."

Exploding with laughter, Daniel and Melinda rested.



Opposites Attract



It was the Day of the Boar, in the year 3302 in Norrath. Adventurers, both the mundane and the mighty, ran about, attempting to make the world a better place, while others plotted to make it better, but for themselves. Our story begins, and ends, in an orc- and gnoll-filled place known as the High Pass, the most commonly travelled link between the two halves of the Antonican continent.

Here we observe a lively Gnome, in a profession uncommon to his race, upon the Freeport side of the pass, engaged in battle with a party of friends against the Shralok Orcs. He was of the Gemcutters faction, the Warrior Guild of Ak'Anon, the gnomish home. His centaur-Crafted armor, embedded with enchanted gemstones to empower his abilities, shone blue in contrast to the sickly green of orc flesh as his quick, but small, blades parried and darted about the Shralok's defenses. Not far away, his friends were ensconsced in a larger battle, amidst a thick throng of orcflesh and orcblood. He had broken away from them to stop this orc, one of the more powerful of the Shralok Clan, from joining in the fray until the lesser orcs died away.

A powerful fist brought his vision back to the Shralok, whom carried a giant halberd which he swung at the gnome's swivelling head. A twist of his body had him out of danger's way, and a grin, hidden by his steel-white helm, adorned his lips as he saw assistance coming. The orc never heard the high-pitched whistling of the dagger as it sailed into his back, driving him forward a step in confusion, right onto the properly placed Ku'juch of the gnome. The branch-like blades dug deep into the orc leader's belly, splattering the gnome with green ichor the orcs called blood. An arrow sizzled over his head, slamming into the orc's face, driving him back several steps. His minions dead, the rest of the party - three elves, two Feir and one Koada, a Dwarf, and a Human - came at him. Fear in the orc's eyes, he started to flee, but found his feet entangled in several weeds. Larger blades found deadly marks, and the chieftan fell, conquered at last.

The gnome, Xtis by name, slid back several feet, reaching up with one little hand, a mischevious, hidden grin on his face as he pinched the bum of one of the elves, a female Ranger named Teneel, through her shiny leather pants. She swatted at his hand, and cried 'Damn Imp!' in jest, as she usually did when he did this. This was their last kill, another party waiting nearby, comprised mostly of halflings, and they were on a rotation set by the guards of the High Pass, whom had not enough manpower to stop the flow of orcs from the Kithicor Forest. This was before the opening of the rift into the Plane of Hate, when Kithicor was a safe place to wander through, if a bit empty, and less fearsome creatures roamed.

Smiling down at him, Teneel also bopped him on the head, hurting her hand on the steel helm, but not really caring. It set Xtis' ears to ringing nevertheless, and he gave her a quick slap on the area he had so recently pinched, before moving out of the orc area with the rest of his party, the small group that had been waiting rotating in. They were quick to rush off and sell their gear, except for him - surprisingly, he was stronger than all but the Dwarf in the party, and was content with his load. No, his eyes were elsewhere, settled on a shadow, where a form he knew so well was crouched. He told the Dwarf to send a messenger when it was their turn again, and quickly wandered away from the Waiting Wall, towards a large rock in a niche of the surrounding mountain. High Pass was carved through a mountain, and protected the High Keep, from which Carson McCabe made his law evenly between Qeynos and Freeport. That is to say half of his guards were on the payroll of the Freeport Militia, and another half on the payroll of the Bloodsabers, one aligned with the Dark, Teir, Elves, and one with the plague-worshippers.

A form melted out of the shadows as he approached, a bulky form crouched in the darkness, a pleasant smile on her lovely face as she watched the gnome come forth. Xtis removed his helm and tossed it into one of his packs as he came forward, and, crouched though she was, he still had to stand upon the tips of his plate-booted toes to reach her mouth and kiss her.

"Haielle! So nice of you to join us, when I've been waiting for hours for you." Xtis' voice came forth in a happy bubble of noise, making the woman smile. And woman she was! She stood slowly, unfurling from her crouched position, all the way up to her seven foot height, in comparison to Xtis' three and a half. He took the opportunity to scramble up the rock nearby so that he was eye-level with her, though just barely.

Haielle's rich, smooth voice came easily, her chainmail shimmering down her voluptuous form as she leaned back against the wall, drawing the gnome's eyes to places they really shouldn't have been. "You need to learn patience, little Cee, otherwise you'll have no supper tonight." A teasing grin on her full lips, she drew the gnome up onto her, kissing his bulbous nose. It was a ridiculous sight, both from a distance and close-up, a gnome and a Barbarian intimate like so. Neither of them really cared how they looked, but found it just as amusing as the rest of the world of Norrath. The smallest and the largest, and Haielle was most definitely one of the larger of her hardy people. And a member of the White Wolves, the Scout (aka Thief) guild of Halas, her frozen home. This writer dares any of you to take all of these facts into consideration and suppress a smile, or even a chuckle, as he mentions the old adage, 'opposites attract.'

Xtis hopped smoothly from Haielle's bosom and took her hand, tugging on it. "Come with me, Haielle. I have a room booked at the inn, I need to talk to you." Bemused, and curious, the Barbarian woman allowed herself to be led to the inn of High Pass, and up the stairs, smiling at the familiar face of the bartender, whom returned it knowingly. He knew the little Gnome's plan, had given him advice on how to properly do it, though, knowing the gnome as he did, his advice would likely be ignored.

The room was bedecked with but a single bed and a dresser, as the inn was a Halfway Point, one of those places most people only stop in at for a night before continuing. The road from Qeynos to Freeport, and vice versa, was long, so long that it took almost a fortnight by foot. These places were godsends to the travellers walking the long, lonely path, but tonight, it was to be more.

There was some food the gnome had undoubtedly purchased laid out on a table, and a small curtain over the single window to keep out the light, dimming it for a more romantic mood. Two chairs, one lower than the other, sat at the table, and Xtis hopped up onto the taller chair while Haielle sat on the lower. It made them eye level once more, and the meal passed slowly, with a bit of wine passed between the two as they ate the fish caught from High Pass' very own lake (which Xtis had skinny dipped in with his female group mates more than once, and Haielle one memorable time). The light outside began to dwindle, and Xtis knew it would be time for his party's rotation in another hour or so, so he slid off of the chair and took Haielle's hand. The barbarian turned away from the finished meal, and tilted her head at the strange behavior the gnome was exhibiting. She saw him pull a dagger from one of his packs, and then drop to a crouch, and realized what was happening a moment before he spoke.

"Haielle, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" The Gnome's words came out in a rush, as he pressed the dagger - his form of an engagement gift - into her hand, his eyes locked on the woman's. Haielle bit her bottom lip before smiling, and answering "Yes."

Xtis nearly collapsed in relief, but at the same time was filled with such a fervor that it kept him on his feet. He lept from the floor onto Haielle's lap, the dagger flying to the floor as he kissed her, their disproportionate mouths locked together in a lingering kiss. During the meal, the two of them had been discarding armor pieces, and Haielle hadn't thought much of it until she felt something down near her kilt. With Xtis' arms around her powerful neck, and the two of them so caught up in the kiss, she couldn't exactly look down to see what it was. She felt it though - the little horny bastard's foot had gone past the waist of her kilt, and she was shocked at how nimble his toes were. Each one seemed like an independant digit, as his big toe slid down along her slit, pressing the neatly-trimmed toe into her gently. Surprised at herself, Haielle gave a low moan, which encouraged the gnome, using his toe to slowly probe her.

Haielle found something funny the next moment, but strangely erotic all the same. His big toe was roughly the same size as her clit! And Xtis had begun to carefully manipulate it with his toe, gently stroking it, making her gasp for breath against his mouth. She was free to gasp the next moment, as Xtis, balancing on his other foot on the chair, keeping his miniscule weight from hurting her, kissed down her neck, down her chest to the ample breasts concealed, albeit barely, by the leather brassiere. Nimble as could be, a hand went behind her and untied it, dropping it to the ground not too far away, leaning down and clasping her breast in his mouth, which was barely able to get a good grip. His left hand massaging the other breast, his tongue running over her nipple as he suckled on her breast, Haielle found it exceptionally erotic.

Xtis slid a second toe into her, this one smaller than the other, yet Haielle felt it amidst her rapidly growing slickness. She leaned back, causing the chair to fall backwards slightly, until it bumped into the wall, causing his toes to slide deeper into her and his big toe to press sharply down on her clit. A quick, sharp burst of a loud moan, and a shudder, went through her. Xtis switched breasts, massaging the slightly moist breast while sucking upon the other. Through all this, he was still dressed, in his Tinker's apron and tunic and small leather breeches. Haielle's hands undid his breeches as she found control of her body, pulling them down, and was shocked. He was easily the size of any Barbarian she'd ever seen, it looking almost like a literal third leg on him. She took him in her hand and stroked slowly, erratically, barely able to control her form as his toes skillfully manipulated her clit and slit, driving her mad with desire. 

Suddenly, his foot popped out of her, and he dropped from the chair onto the floor. With Haielle at this height, he had to get on his knees, running his hands up her exceptionally long legs, lingering at her thighs. Dexterous fingers toyed with the flesh leading up to her slit, and his warm lips placed a kiss on either side of her legs. It was, at this point, a scout of the Talons of Norrath, Teneel's guild, spied this, and quickly ran to tell the Feir'Dal Ranger what he had seen. (To those of you who play EQ - MISCHAN ABOVE =P)

His tongue found the entrance of her slit, and pressed into her, swirling about within her. Haielle at this point was practically a boiling cauldron of lust, the tongue only inciting her to higher plateaus. His tongue found her clit and swirled over it, lapping at it, causing Haielle to writhe and moan on the chair, aching. But his tongue was just shy of letting her cum, of releasing her from the pleasant agony that gripped her in its clutches. He balanced her like she'd seen him balance his sword, just before cutting. His tongue pulled from her slit, and she whimpered at being left empty, clutching at the gnome's head.

"Shhh, Haielle... you'll have something much better in you if you practice patience, my love..." Realizing what was coming next, she stilled herself, trying to prepare for it, but eager all the same. Xtis leaned forward, placing his hands to either side of her body, after discarding his apron and tunic, and she felt the bulbous head, roughly the size of his large nose, press against the opening of her slit. Hungrily, her hips bucked, but his hands, surprisingly strong, were on her hips to hold her in place against the chair. He pressed into her so very slowly, making her gasp and shudder in pleasure, while holding her breath. Remarkably, this lovely woman was still a virgin, and the thick shaft of the gnome was the first to enter her. The resistance seemed to melt away, however, as a short, sudden thrust had his thick rod buried all the way into the woman. She groaned and reached around, clutching the gnome's buttocks, but finding one hand was enough to cover both. He began to thrust, pumping into her, bit by bit. Enraptured by the pleasure of his large shaft, Haielle was merely able to moan and groan as he thrust into her. Her pleasured moans grew louder, more intense as he increased the power he sent into each thrust, and increased how much he pummeled her with. Soon, he was sinking every blissful inch into the larger woman, and nobody in the inn was left doubting as she shrieked towards the heavens, as the gnome came with her.

Clasped in each others arms, he more in hers than the other way around, she drew Xtis up, but without removing that marvelous shaft from her, kissing him lingeringly. They stayed like that for the rest of the night, and Xtis' absence in the rotation was easily explained away by his guildleader, Teneel, by claiming he'd had a more important task to tend to.

Now for those of you who are paying attention to details, you might be wondering why that lovely bed was never used. Well, for one, Xtis did have a definite advantage with that chair, and two, they both forgot about it after it all began. And they both remembered, and laughed before falling asleep in that low chair, curled for warmth. And Xtis missed a great many rotations the next day... and a new rumour began about that room in High Pass being haunted, for the innkeeper would let nobody into that room upstairs, yet the shrieks, mistook by many for pain, in truth pleasured, persisted for several days afterwards...



Opposites Attract



Addison hated Ash Taylor ever since they had been neighbors, she would always say. Every time she was out he would flirt with her, and she hated it. But she would never say anything; she just endured it, and went about her business. He had never really approached her until one day when she was alone.

She wouldn't have stopped, but her curiosity got the best of her. 

"And what do you want Ash? Haven't you had enough fun today?"

"Not really, Addison. I wanted to talk to you, and tell you all I want from you is sex," and handed her a piece of paper.

"I can see that your mother failed to teach you any manners at all."

Later that night as she sat and read the letter, she sat alone wondering why she hated him so much. He was just like all men, and deserved a chance just like all the rest of her guys did...so she decided to go out with him. They decided to go out the following week; she was getting ready, anticipating when he would be there to pick her up, and what would happen.

Everything was going well. He took her out for dinner, and a movie. Then, afterwards, he took her to a place where they could be alone. They talked about things that would not cause her stress.

"Sometimes you feel like a stranger to me," she said.

He put his arm around her so he could get closer to her for a kiss—not a demanding kiss but a soft kiss, a kiss she would not soon forget. Soon he had her down in the front seat of the car, trailing kisses down her body. 

Reaching her pants, he asked, "Can I take them off?"

"No, please, not yet. I want to wait."

"If that's what you want, I can wait for a while. Okay, I will take you home."

Addison thought about him for days, not knowing what she should do. Before, she had never really taken the time to know him, and now that she had, she realized she liked him in spite of his differences and his reckless behavior with her. They went out a few more times after that first night. Addison wanted to give herself to him the more she got to know the real him.

But she was afraid. The relationship she had been in before had swayed her from trusting people; that was something she would have to learn to do again. But she realized she needed to do it, and do it fast before she lost him. That's something she didn't want to do was lose him...not now, not ever.

Ash took Addison out for a picnic; she loved the fresh air, and the long walk. They reached the meadow about mid-day; she was so happy they had talked. Ash spread out the blanket so they could sit on it to eat their picnic lunch, and continue their conversation. She looked over at him to add something when Ash scooted nearer to her so he could pull her closer and lavish her with kisses. Lowering her to the blanket, he trailed kisses down her neck to her breast, her breathing catching rapidly. 

"Take it off," she gasped.

"Are you sure," he replied.

"Yes."

He removed her shirt and bra, slowly trailing kisses down her middle, rubbing her nipples between his thumb and his forefinger, trailing further down her stomach licking her belly button. She moans softly letting him know that it is all right to proceed.


Soothing her with his hands, trailing down her hips to remove her pants, and her moon star panties. 

"Umm..." he breathed heavily at the sight of her, "You're so lovely."

Holding himself above her, he trailed two of his fingers down her breastbone to the inner edge of her thigh. A gasp escaped her when he stopped at the top of her pubic hair. He leaned down, and kissed her as he explored through the black curls that led to the tiny dub hidden there, taking his thumb brushing it across her, making her moan into his kiss.

"You're not a virgin are you?"

"No, I did it once a very long time ago."

"Are you scared?" he asked, gently.

"A little," she admitted.

"Don't be; I will be gentle."

She took him at his word, and let him go further, kissing her neck, her earlobes, and then her breast.

He was sucking her nipple gently—one then the other—and she began moaning and writhing beneath him. Licking down her breast bone to her bellybutton, he inserted two of his fingers into her, and when he got there she was already wet and ready for him. However, he was not going to take her in a rush; he removed his own clothing so they could be skin to skin, and heart to heart.

She stroked his rigid shaft, then he shifted the angle of his hips, sliding deep inside of her. Moans of pleasure escaped her body, shivering all through her like a wine running through a distillery. She pushed her hips up to meet him, grinding along his hard, rigid shaft, impaling herself even more deeply upon him.

Rolling over, he put her atop him so she could ride him long and hard, while he touched and caressed her breasts. After she found her release, he slid out from under her, leaving her sprawled on her stomach. 

He came up on his knees behind her as he bent over to whisper in her ear, "Up on your knees, my love." She obeyed, as he inserted the tip of his cock into her anal canal.

Flinging her head back, she moaned as he fell forward to kiss her neck and shoulders. Overwhelmed by the sensations, she simply lay there still and happy.

As she lay there, she whispered to him, "I love you."

She couldn't believe she had said the words until they escaped her lips. 

He looked at her through wide eyes, and simply said, "I love you, too. I should take you home." They got dressed. 

Walking back to his car, she realized she had found the love of her life right down the street.



Opposites Attract



I leaned against the doorframe watching the sun caress the angel in my bed. She slept soundly, her breasts rising and falling with each precious breath, her milky legs splayed immodestly, one arm thrown over her head and the other resting comfortably against her lower stomach. She was picture perfect and intoxicating in her sleeping innocence. 

I drank in her image, following each curve and valley, memorizing her geography and felt my semi hard cock twitch. I loved this moment, the voyeurism and knowing that the angel was no angel at all. She was the vanilla to my light chocolate and her appetites were just as depraved as my own.

We complimented each other. The contrast of our flesh was divine and wholly arousing but there was more to us than the physical difference. I was tall with a fit build, dark skinned, dark headed and even darker eyes. I was born and raised in India with an English education and a taste for fair skinned women. She was petite with just the right amount of curves to make her unmistakably a woman, fair skinned as though the sun had never truly touched her, a brunette with storm colored eyes that darkened perceptibly as her arousal grew. She was an American, intelligent and hungry for the exotic. We were the epitome of the phrase, 'Opposites Attract'.

Her moan was soft; a whisper on the wind, but it captured my attention completely. I watched as her hand moved slowly across her hip. I could see from my vantage point that her pussy was waking and the morning light glittered against the moisture gathering there. I briefly wondered what she dreamt. Perhaps her dreams were filled with our meeting and the many ways I took her that day and long into the night.

****

I found her outside a local open-air café. She was sipping a cold drink, trying to stave off the oppressing heat. I just happened to be walking by on my way to an appointment and stopped dead in my tracks the moment I laid eyes on her, my appointment forgotten. She was magnificent. I simply had to meet her and found myself next to her, my silhouette blocking the sun and attracting her attention.

She looked up at me, her eyes the color of an impending storm. I could see confusion passing her face and reassured her with a dazzling smile. She returned my smile with a radiance that brightened the day even more and I knew, without a doubt, that I had to possess her.

I offered my hand, "Hello. I'm Amit. Would you mind if I had a seat?"

She took my hand and shook it with a delicate touch. Her voice soft, "Hello, I'm Kay." With her free hand she offered the unoccupied seat across the table nodding slightly, her dark hair sweeping her bare creamy shoulders gently.

I held her hand, far longer than a customary handshake, relishing the softness of her skin and took the seat next to hers not willing to let the table separate us. I wanted to be close, to inhale her scent and have an unobstructed view of this woman who captured my attention.

Still holding her hand while my thumb made lazy circles I inquired, "So tell me Kay, what brings you to India, business or pleasure?" 

She glanced down at my attentions and I watched her warm wet tongue emerge from her mouth to run lightly across her lips. "Pleasure, I'm on vacation and decided to see the world, or part of it anyway."

I couldn't help but smile at her nervous gesture and reluctantly released her hand. When she looked up again, our eyes met, her stormy grey to my midnight dark and I knew she saw an intensity glowing in the darkness.

Curiously she asked, "And you Amit, business or pleasure?"

I took my time in answering and openly assessed her, letting her feel the journey of my eyes over her body from the top of her head down to her crimson painted toes. I didn't hide my appreciation and as my eyes moved back to her face, I was greeted with a soft blush. She squirmed under my scrutiny, the blush and squirming adding fire to my desire. Without knowing it, she'd unleashed a hungry animal that only her luscious body could satisfy.

"Pleasure Kay...definitely pleasure." 

We both knew any further 'getting to know you' conversation was useless. Our chemistry was palpable. We both felt the tugging desire and wanted to explore it. 

****

I heard her moan again and shift against the sheets. Her hand had strayed further down her body seeking the heat of her arousal. I watched as her sleeping mind burned with the same lust she exhibited in full wakefulness and my cock grew with a desire to share in her hunger. 

I didn't want to wake her as I moved quietly from the doorframe out into the room and positioned a chair at the end of the bed. I wanted to watch her perform her dream upon her willing and obvious hungry body. I sat and studied her open legs, seeing her swollen cunt and dripping juice. 

Her delicious pussy a pretty pink, the lips puffed-up and clit peaking out from under its hood. I could look at her pussy forever and never feel as though I wasted my life. She always took her time in shaving, leaving what she called a 'landing strip', but the rest of her pubic hair was stripped away hiding nothing from me. When she was aroused, like she was now, the lips filled out making her cunt blossom like a precious flower. Her scent was heady and rich as her essence dribbled down, coating her anus only to be absorbed by the sheets. 

She was my fallen angel, one that I could never hand back to heaven. She was my light, my conscience and my other self. Without her my existence would be dull and lifeless. I watched her come to life under her tender ministrations, the day we met pulling at my memory, demanding to be acknowledged.

****

I wanted her, needed her and dared to seduce her in the open public setting of the café. I leaned into her, closing the gap easily, watching her reaction. The flowing summer dress she was wearing offered no resistance as my hand moved between her knees and gently, ever so gently, applied pressure silently commanding she open for me. 

I watched her eyes dart around the café, unsure if my actions had attracted attention. Her breathing changed, becoming deeper, as my hand moved slowly up her inner thigh. I felt no opposition and was soon assured of her need as she opened her legs even more, allowing my hand freedom to roam.

"You want this, don't you Kay? You want to feel my hand against your seeping pussy? You want to feel my fingers pry you open and take you, right here, in the middle of the café, don't you Kay?" I whispered huskily. 

Her eyes had given up darting and settled on my face. I know she saw the devil dancing in the dark. Her fingers of one hand curled tightly around the glass, the other gripped the arm of the chair and the sound she emitted was the most beautiful music.

"Tell me Kay. Tell me what you want." My voice was low and urgent as my hand moved into position, deliriously happy that I found no barrier. Her cunt was hot, wet and swollen as my fingers teased her weeping hole.

****

My attention was brought back to the present with her whimper and lusty moan. Her questing fingers had found her clit and were gently circling, her hips mimicking her fingers and her cunt pouring her essence into the room. God, she was beautiful. 

My cock jerked as her scent invaded my nostrils, my eyes riveted to her fingers and gleaming cunt. Her pink pussy, now a deep blood engorged red, as her arousal built. I watched as two of her fingers dipped down and sank into her inviting hole. 

I tore my eyes away just long enough to glance down at my aching cock and saw the drop of pre-cum poised at the tip. I longed to feel her tongue against my throbbing flesh, tasting the drop and then swallowing me whole. Soon...I thought, soon.

I brought my eyes back to her glistening cunt, watching as her fingers plunged and fucked herself into a foamy froth and briefly wondered if she was still sleeping. It didn't matter, sleeping or awake, I intended to watch her cum then fuck her into oblivion, her busy fingers bringing the memories to life.

****

My fingers swirled in her copious juices, teasing and tormenting her. I wanted to hear her say it, needed to hear the words spill from her lovely mouth. 

"Tell me Kay," My voice brooking no argument, offering no choice.

She moaned so softly I could barely hear it, her hips moving down in the chair and her eyes...god her eyes...so dark and filled with a lust I rarely see. 

Her voice was husky matching the lust her eyes had shown me as she whispered, "please." 

My lips curled into, what I'm sure she perceived, as a cruel smile. My fingers continuing to torment her hole, driving her mad with need and building her longing even higher.

"Oh now Kay, I'm sure you can do better than that. Tell me." 

Her tongue darted out and ran the gamut of her lips before she could speak. I saw the flush bloom on her cheeks again and a resolve settle on her face. 

"Please, finger my aching pussy. Please make me cum right here, in the middle of this café Amit." 

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it Kay?" I said as I pushed a single finger into her soaking cunt, offering just a taste of what she wanted. 

I moved my hand slowly, curling my finger slightly and brushing against her g-spot. Her eyes widened and hips jerked while soft keening sounds poured from her delicate snowy throat. 

I worked her, feeling her cunt tighten around my digit. I leaned as close as I could, my lips brushing the shell of her ear as I whispered hotly, "I want to fuck you Kay. I want to feel your tight little pussy around my aching cock. I want to feel you cum, hear your moans and watch your writhe." I took her hand that had been gripping the arm of the chair and brought it to my crotch. "Right now my cock is so hard it hurts." I wanted her to feel just how firm I was and to know she'd done this to me. 

****

Her moan brought me back to the present, splitting the sanctity of the room, so wanton, so whorish and so very needy. I watched in rapt awe as her fingers pummeled the weeping depths and her pussy convulsed, suckling her fingers even deeper.

She was amazing, her beauty even more radiant as she writhed and moaned through the orgasmic bliss she'd brought herself to. There was no way she was still asleep but I continued to watch, to bask in her glow and feel like the luckiest man in all of India. 

She was my 8th Wonder of the World, my Taj Mahal and my Bengal Tigress. She was my entire world and I knew that events far beyond my control were in play when fortune shone down upon us the day we met. 

****

I skillfully brought her to the very edge of release, watching as her eyes glazed over and mercilessly removed my finger and hand from her aching body. She whimpered loudly, not caring any longer just who might be watching or listening. 

I had her. There was nothing she could say or do to prevent me from taking her all the way. Her body had shown me what she wanted and I intended to give her exactly that, but slowly, methodically and excruciatingly. She had no idea the power I wielded over her, had no idea the time I can take and no idea that the journey was just beginning. When I was through with her, she'd be a sobbing quivering mess, and I wanted her craving...always craving.

I brought my slick fingers to her face, brushing her lips with the tips and coating them in her essence. She needed no coaxing as she opened her mouth and sucked my fingers into the heated cavern. She moaned as her tongue danced and lavished my fingers with expert attention, cleaning them of her musk and setting further into motion my plans.

****

Past and present collided as I moved from the chair to the slick juncture between her thighs. I glanced up her body and found her lust-clouded eyes upon me. She was awake and still hungry. I smiled as I gripped her thighs and pulled them wider. She plucked her glistening fingers from her hole and offered me her still fluttering cunt. 

I watched as she brought her slick fingers to her mouth, pressing them between her lips and sucking. She always did love the taste of her own fuckjuices and I didn't blame her. I struggled to pull my eyes away from the intensely erotic vision of her lips circling her fingers, the sounds of her moans and hungry slurping noises. I knew that soon, I'd be creating my own slurping noises and driving her into a wild frenzy.

I pushed her thighs back toward her heaving breasts. I wanted both of her holes exposed for whatever I decided to do with them. I dipped my head and was instantly greeted with her scent and heat. Her pussy seemed as though it were on fire and I knew no amount of water would put it out. I looked a littler further south and saw her sinful star winking as it still convulsed with her most recent orgasm. I breathed in her unique perfume, my cock throbbed and mouth watered. 

My voice was barely a whisper, "Tell me what you want baby." 

Even in her most excited and hungry state, she still managed to blush softly. "Fuck me Amit. I want to feel your throbbing cock buried in my aching pussy."

I looked up and over the expanse of her soft flushed body and the most devilish smile settled on my face. She recognized my look and knew that she had to wait. Not just a few minutes, but possibly hours, before she felt my cock splitting her open. 

"Such an eager little slut. You're just aching to feel my cock buried balls deep in your twitching cunt." My eyes dancing with wicked delight as my fingers moved to rest against the edges of her hungry hole. "Not yet baby...not yet."

The whimper that exploded from her throat was like the sound of a wounded animal and music to my ears. I loved making her wait, making her suffer and driving her mad with need. She knew what I wanted, she knew that begging might, just might, expedite the process, but she was willful and begging was not one of her strong suits. 

I let my fingers playfully brush her quivering hole. Part of me was tempted, oh so tempted, to plunge my fingers into her molten core, but I wanted her hungrier. I slid my fingers down and caressed her anus, watching her reactions and listening to her sounds. She was my orchestra, and I intended to play her to fullness. 

I brought my questing fingers up and found her exposed and hardened clit. She writhed and her hips bucked, trying to tempt me into a more aggressive exploration, but I would have none of it. I was just beginning and even her most clever temptations wouldn't stop me from playing her.

I pulled my hand away and stood at the end of the bed. She whimpered desperately when she felt me move away. She looked at me from between her trembling thighs, her face contorted into a question. I simply stared back at her, lost for a moment in her beauty and again remembering her in the café, alone, vulnerable and exquisitely fragile.

My hand reached for my aching cock, circling it lightly and slowly stroking. "Baby, you know what I want. Get your delightfully wet mouth over here." I knew she'd comply. She loved sucking my cock almost as much as having it buried in her steamy cunt or tight ass. 

I watched her move and her elegance would have put a tigress to shame. Her eyes sparkling with a need that only I could fulfill as she crawled down the bed to my cock poised to receive her attentions. 

"Open your mouth baby. I want to feel my cock on your tongue before you consume me."

She opened her mouth, eager and happy to worship my throbbing member. I moved my hips slightly, bringing my cock to her waiting tongue. She whimpered softly as I pushed it into her mouth, sliding it across the warm wet muscle, the sensations pulling a moan from my own throat. 

I was still, simply relishing her mouth and knowing that she could taste my pre-cum. Her whimpers grew and she began to pant, drawing the cooler around along my cock. I knew she wanted to tighten her lips, draw me in deep and feel me in her throat, but I wanted something else.

I looked down, always amazed by her stark vanilla flesh, her crimson lips and stormy eyes. The contrast of my much darker flesh invading her lovely mouth was always astonishing and something I would cherish until the day I die. 

She was looking up at me, across the vastness of my torso, and with nothing more than a slight nod, her lips sealed tightly, cheeks drawing in and tongue dancing as her head began to bob. For me there isn't much as attractive as an eager and hungry slut, giving me the most magnificent blowjob. She knew exactly what I liked, exactly what would drive me crazy and she exploited it every chance she could. 

Her teeth raked lightly, her cheeks sunken against my sensitive flesh, her tongue flicking the tip before devouring me whole again and the moans that poured out against my aching cock almost drove me over the edge. I held fast, not wanting to cum quite yet, and thrust my hips pushing my cock into her open throat. 

I used her mouth, fucking her throat until I wanted more, so much more. I pulled my hips back, my cock making a wet pop as it left her still hungry mouth. I could see her lust and her need as she looked up at me and I knew what she saw in my eyes and upon my face was a reflection. We both needed, both wanted but I wanted more.

"Turn around baby, but stay on your hands and knees. I want both your holes open and ready."

I watched her quickly move into my requested position, her ass high, thighs spread as widely as possible and her pussy open. She was on display for me, my own personal piece of art. The chair was still at the foot of the bed and I took advantage of it. I sat there and just looked at her, my eyes roaming her offered holes and listened to her soft keening sounds. 

"You like being my slut don't you baby?"

I heard her whimper, "Yes Amit."

"You want me to fuck you don't you?"

She moaned, "Oh...god...yes Amit."

"Tell me sweetheart, which hole do you want filled."

She whimpered again followed by another moan, "Ooooo...Amit...you torture me."

I smiled at her answer. I knew she'd break eventually. We'd played this game many times and each time was just enjoyable as the first.

I clucked my tongue, "Come on baby, you know you want to feel my throbbing hot shaft in one of your yearning holes. Which one sweetie, tell me."

I brought my hand up and lightly caressed the quivering cheeks of her creamy ass. She flinched, her excited state making her hypersensitive. I felt the devil in me rear his head.

"Baby, reach back and open your ass for me. Show me your sinful pucker, expose it for me."

The touch of humiliation always brought out a heightened level of her depravity. I watched as she reached back, her fingers digging into the tender flesh and parting the valley of her ass. The new demand putting her in a much more vulnerable position, her face and shoulders against the sheets and her holes even more inviting. I could hear her almost sobbing, her frustration growing with each passing minute. 

My heart melted as she drew her ass apart, showing me not only her wicked hole, but also her submissiveness. She would do anything I asked and that made my heart sing. 

"Whose slut are you baby?"

She whined, "Yours."

"Whose pet are you?"

She whimpered, "Yours."

"You know, your ass and your pussy are equally inviting baby. Such a decision, such a choice, but I want to taste you first."

Her ass swayed as the realization hit her clouded mind. She knew that I didn't simply want to taste her but drive her to a frenzy. I brought my face to within inches of her body, her scent overwhelming and causing my cock to pulse. Christ she was wet, wanton and oh so needy. I could feel her heat against my cheeks and I knew my heavy exhalations were teasing her dripping cunt. 

My hands rested on her hips, holding her ass still as my tongue flicked out and lavished her from stem to stern. God...she was as deliciously sweet as the first time I ate her and I couldn't get enough of her honey. She was like a sweet wine, heady and rich, cloying and delicate and I wanted to get drunk. 




Opposites Attract



I lapped her lips, teased her seeping hole and flicked over her ass. Each touch causing her to gasp, moan and whimper the sounds she knew drove me. I brought my tongue to her fuckhole and pushed it into her velvet canal. I drank her, like a thirsty man lost in the desert. Her honey filled me with each swallow and her flow seemed endless. If I died right now, I would be heaven bound. 

I wanted her to cum again, and fucked her with my stiff muscle while my thumbs caressed her anus. I wanted to feel the flutters of her pussy as I drove my cock into her depths and painted her with my seed. 

It was my turn to make hungry slurping noises, my groans of satisfaction barely conveying my pleasure as my mouth and tongue worked my magnificent slut. Her body started to rock, impaling herself on my tongue and I knew she was close. Her whimpers and moans growing in volume as her body trembled with repressed need. 

I heard her voice, husky, low and full of lust, "Please...Amit...please finish me."

I may be merciless, but I couldn't deny her. I pulled my hungry tongue from her quivering pussy and ran it along her trembling clit. My lips drew the bundle of nerves into my mouth and I began to suck lightly. I knew it wouldn't take much, she was poised to fall, and fall she did. 

She screamed and pushed her ass back again my face, my tongue flicking her clit hard and fast, drawing out her orgasm. I pushed her and felt her crest then fall and crest again. She has always been multi-orgasmic and I wanted to make her cum as much as I could before I slid my cock into her divine treasure. She bucked and writhed, screamed and moaned and I couldn't get enough of her. 

I finally released her throbbing clit and moved from the chair. I knew she could barely hear me, but whispered anyway, "Baby, it's time."

I lined up my dark meat against her still convulsing hole and thrust. She was so wet and the fluttering of her pussy was almost too much to bear. I ground my teeth, willing myself to contain the burning need from my aching balls to my flaring tip. When I felt in control again I looked down. The image of my dark cock splitting her dark pink pussy open was almost miraculous. I studied our contrast for a moment, not moving, simply looking. It always put a spell on me to see it. I was mesmerized by what we made, by our differences and our similarities. 

I couldn't take my stillness or her writhing any longer and began to thrust, slowly at first but building a rhythm that we both deserved, harder and faster, my cock sluicing through her wetness and opening up her canal. She fit me like a specially designed glove and I was always thrilled to be deep inside her. 

I could feel the walls of her pussy contract tightly as another orgasmic wave swept through her and almost taking me. Her constant moans and whimpering keens were like an electric shock through my body and I ground my teeth and held on. I loved this particular feeling too much to fall so closely behind her. I felt her pussy ripple along my length, felt her body thrash and knew I wasn't far behind. 

I rutted hard, sweat breaking out on my face, and felt the familiar tingling in my heavy sac. I gripped her hips roughly, bringing her body back hard against my own and with a triumphant groan, poured my seed into her. I painted her completely, so much so that cum trickled out around my cock and dripped onto the bed. 

I wanted to stay like that forever. I've heard the expression that an orgasm is much like a 'little death' and I thought I could die just like this. I watched her, my midnight eyes following the line of her back down to our joining. It still amazes me that I found her and I never plan on letting her go. 

My voice was raw as I whispered, "Good morning baby. Are you ready for a long, exquisite day? You know I've only just begun."

Her reply was a soft moan and a purposeful tightening of her pussy around my cock. I knew, even without her saying it, that we were thinking the same thing. She welcomed my plans for the day and didn't intend on letting me go either.



Opposites Attract



Amy Lynn Steele watched with trepidation through the trees at the vast array of forestry equipment parked along side the logging road. For the past six hours she had biked her way up from Greenville, taking the many logging roads that interlaced the Great North Woods of northern, Maine. Now as the evening sun began to make its reddish glow on the western ridgeline, Amy could not help but think back to the cause, and the man, that motivated her to bike such a long ways up here.

"But Amy, we have an opportunity here to stop the brutal slaying of some very small trees," Christian said as his kisses slowly dropped down to Amy's neck, and he began to nibble tenderly on her earlobes. It was a spot Amy dearly loved and she barely heard his words as his tongue slipped into her ear. As it was, his hands were already cupped around her bare breasts and flicking tenderly at her hardened nipples.

"But it's illegal Christian", she started to say, but her words were cut off when his mouth trailed from her ears, up along her jaw line and then slipped into her mouth, his tongue probing so deeply that it stole her words away.

It hardly mattered anyway Amy knew. For twenty two years she had fought off every man's advances, but after meeting Christian; after listening to his passionate views on the environment, and his strong stance on global warming and deforestation, Amy was smitten with him. So much so, that two weeks ago, she had allowed him to take her virginity. Now as her sundress was half-off, and Christian's tongue was deeply planted in her mouth, she knew she would do whatever he asked; in bed, and to the massive machines that destroyed Maine's forests.

"Just a taste," he asked as some late-night college student banged down the dorm room hall in a half-drunken stupor? It was hardly a choice, because no sooner had she spoken the words when she took the tip of his cock into her mouth and began his sensuous blowjob by swirling her tongue around the crown, eagerly accepting her prize. An audible groan of pleasure resonated from deep inside his body, a sound Amy was not sure he had ever made before, and one that rose up above the sound of college life just outside her dorm.

Using one hand to manipulate his shaft, Amy reached for his swollen testicles with his other and massaged them gently. She was firmly planted on her knees, her sun dress now completely pulled off, padding her knees from the carpet she knelt upon, her chest pale and heaving in the odd bright white light of the lamps compact florescent bulb. Her mouth continued to play over his cock in extremely erotic fashion, putting on a little show for her someday husband. She swallowed more and more of his erection and gradually picked up the tempo, matching it almost by chance with the loud music rising up from a dorm room some three stories below where she kneeled.

It was the most submissive of positions, and yet Amy felt rich with love and more natural then the grass, the trees the mountains and the forests. Besides squeezing his balls a little tighter, she used her fingers to rub the sensitive area right beneath his rectum. She knew what effect that had on him and concluded that he was feeling everything she was feeling, and perhaps more. Her answer came when he moved forward to receive the thrusts of her mouth as she steered him towards climax.

"Stop Amy, stop," he cried out pushing her head off his shaft as he squirmed out of her mouth. "I want to put it inside you."

"What, you don't want to come in my mouth," she teased as she crawled up on top of the soft bed and spread her legs wide in an open invitation? 

"First things first," Christian said as he reached over on the end table and began to slide a condom over his hard penis. Amy hated the delay, but understood responsibility came with the pleasure and watched as the responsible act was completed. With only a mild break in the passion, Amy felt Christian hover over her. As she did so, Amy felt him position the tip of his cock on her shaven pussy lips. He used his cock to open and explore her, the tip just dipping inside, sliding into her wetness that had been generated from the blowjob she had given him. Those always turned her on, so did taking cock, especially one inch at a time, which was what he was doing now. He gave her another inch and then rode her like that, just the tip, in and out.

Amy protested as she wanted it all, all eight inches that she knew he possessed; all one inch of girth that could fill her to overwhelming proportions and that could spurn her on to many orgasms. She wanted him to slam into her to the hilt, molding her skin to fit his hands, her pussy to fit his cock tightly as he drove her bottom into the soft, grainy surface of the mattress below the cotton sheets.

Her pussy contracted on the head of his cock, trying to pull her lover deeper inside her, and finally he took pity on her and gave her more. She loved being filled by him, the warmth that spread throughout her body the complete loss of control. She was overwhelmed by his size, his massive hands around her slender waist, his hard thighs supporting her, pressing into her even. She arched up further to him, offering him more of her, all of her and he took it.

"God you're one hot girl," he said, then he began driving the full, hard length of his cock into her, letting his balls slap against her, spanking her with them, easing off and then thrusting forward again. His hips snapped against her, forcing her into his rhythm, a rhythm Amy loved. She dug her nails into the soft sea of cotton and thrust back against him, moving with him, loving the speed and exhilaration of their love-making even in such a non-descript place.

Her heart was also racing, her heart pounding even, and her breath was ragged despite years of hiking. To be so taken, so smitten, so fucked breathless that it was incomprehensible and only to be explained away as the exhilaration of having someone commit so deeply that emotions were manifested in actions and lust.

She started to contract around him in the way men love best when they were the deepest they could be inside her. She squeezed as hard as she could, loving the ache building within her. The walls of her pussy opened and closed on him like a fist. He lifted her up off the mattress feeling the mattress rock slightly as he took her as he began moving her body up and down on his cock. Then there was the shudder, a shudder she had felt many times, but not with so much guttural force.

"No, not yet," Amy wanted to scream to her lover as once again during their love-making, he would finish before her. Still, Amy felt it jettison inside the condom, hoping upon hope that it had not broken from the powerful surge. While Amy silently cursed his premature pleasure, Amy could only be assured that this was the right man; the man had that fate, the world, and Mother Nature brought together so the couple could protect each other, as well as the environment.

The five pieces of logging equipment were just as Christian had described, huge in size and smelling of a mixture of grease, oil, diesel fuel and the fresh aroma of freshly harvested white fir. As instructed she moved to the massive machine with tracks first; a feller-buncher Christian had called it, since this machine actually severed the trees from the stump. Two weeks ago she had been surprised to hear that such a machine could harvest a two foot tree in two seconds, now as she passed the massive jaw, she did not doubt its capacity. With a final look around, Amy jumped up on the tracks and then started looking around the engine for a filler neck. Specifically she was looking for one labeled Hydraulic or hyd for an abbreviation, and it did not take her long to find it.

Running on pure adrenaline, Amy unslung her backpack and pulled out two five pound bags of sugar. Balancing them in her hands, she opened them up and began to dump the contents into the massive tank. She shook with nervousness as she did it, unsure of what she was really doing, but thoroughly convinced by Christian that the resulting mixture of sugar and hydraulic oil would render the massive tree killing machine useless in a matter of minutes. If that was indeed the case, then the six hour bike ride would have been worth every minute of it, for Mother Nature never indeed such destructive machines to exist in her pristine forest as Christian had pointed out.

"Hey what do you think you are doing," boomed a voice across from what Amy thought was complete isolation for miles and miles? She did not even have time to drop the now empty bags of sugar, when she felt his hand roughly grab her by the neck and pull her off the machine. Hitting the ground with a thud, she looked up to see a logger looming above her, his face contorted in anger as he stared her down.

"Doing what is right. Stopping these god awful machines from killing Maine's forest, that's what."

"Oh you are, are you," he asked, swiping her backpack right out of her hands and rummaged through it. As he did Amy saw her chance to escape and started to pick herself up off the ground...twice in fact, but each time he thrust his caulked boot onto her back and pushed her roughly into the gravel. "Stay right there."

There was a long pause as her bottle of water, empty bags of sugar, and bag of spikes landed beside her on the hard ground, no doubt packed down from the massive machines that surrounded her.

"It's pretty easy to see that you are up to no good; bags of spikes, sugar and sand, all nasty things for a logger. I don't think the boys are going to like this too much."

"And you think the animals around here like your machines in their living room. Go to hell."

"Well you're pretty feisty for a girl that has her face mashed into the dirt and looking at some pretty stiff fines. If I was you I would be a little more nervous about what was going to happen to you right now than I would be about some animals. You must be part of that Ethical Treatment of Forest group or something aren't you?"

"Maine First," she said defiantly.

"Ahh, that group... I've heard of it. You go around damaging logging equipment and stuff just to save Mother Earth. How the hell did you get up here anyway? We are miles from anywhere?"

"It took me all day, but I biked. I wouldn't pollute the earth with a gas guzzling car to do something good for the planet. Wouldn't that be kind of hypocritical?"

"Perhaps, but that presents us with a problem. Come on, get up," he said and shoved her roughly towards the woods.

Amy was too scared to refuse. She had already felt the cruel feel of his spiked boot on her back, and saw the anger in his eyes. Now with the occasional rough push to her back, he kept her walking in front of him. Several times she tripped in the waning light, and each time a gruff voice told her to get up and keep walking. 

About a half mile into the trek the forest they had been walking in suddenly gave way. The thick forest of Spruce and Fir petered out and a hardwood stand began. This made the walking only somewhat easier as the sun had gone down, but the filtering light from the moon was enough to make hiking possible. As the logger slowed to catch his breath he realized he was out of shape compared to that of the young environmentalist.

"Hey stop a minute," he said as he leaned up against a small Maple tree. Amy stopped for a lack of a better plan and looked at her captor. It was the first time she really got a look at him, and she was not overly impressed. Wearing blue jeans, black steel toed boots and a white tee-shirt, he had long lost the traditional knickers, black and red flannel shirt and Redman chew that Amy conjured up when she thought about the traditional loggers garb. Dressed as any other blue collar worker, Amy was not even impressed with his physique and began to look towards an escape path when his words forced her to look at him.

"Take off your shoes," he said simply?

"What?"

"Take off your shoes," he said and reached out and grabbed her by the shirt to send his point home with emphasis.

"Alright, alright, you don't need to be so rough," she said and reached down to untie her shoes. As she did, she caught the logger looking at her, but continued to pull of her white canvas sneakers and handed them to him obediently.

"And your socks..."

Amy started to cry as she realized what he really wanted. Looking around she realized she had little choice but to give in to his wishes. Reaching down she gripped her right white slouch sock and pulled it off her foot. By grabbing onto a nearby sapling, Amy switched hands to maintain her balance, and tugged off her left sock as well. Then, standing before him barefoot, Amy cried softly as she pulled her t-shirt off her torso and whisked her jeans down her legs. As the logger grinned, she stepped out of her jeans and just glowered at him.

"You like this huh? A young girl stripping for you way out in the woods you sick fuck," she said, and with a final act of defiance, put her hands on her bra and released the clasp? As the bra fell to the forest floor, Amy put her hands in the waist band of her white matching panties and whisked those down her legs too, hoping the amazing speed would make the indignation easier to bear. Now standing before the logger completely naked, Amy let the man's gaze soak all of her form in.

"Well you got what you wanted. Go ahead, have your way with me, you know I can't stop some big logger from getting what he wants."

For a minute, the man just grinned and then swooped down and picked up her clothes. Handing it back to her with a laugh, he explained his rather strange demeanor.

"You see, that's the problem with you tree-huggers, you make so many assumptions about us loggers. We are all nothing but big, bad land and woman rapists huh? Well the truth is I never once asked you to strip for me. I asked you to take off your shoes and socks. You're twenty years old, while I am thirty five for God sakes. There is no way I can keep up with you, but being barefoot, well that's different. You can run, but you sure aren't going to get anywhere fast in these woods being barefoot."

With a huff, Amy began to get redressed. As she did so, she turned so that the logger could not see her nudity. She also wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to maintain her composure as she slowly realized that the man was indeed right. He had had never asked for her to undress. With anger steered at her own stupidity, Amy only had to make a few steps before she realized he was also right in that being barefoot would seriously slow her up.

With each step she cringed. Between the dim light of the moon, the working forest they were walking in, and the cruel amounts of sticks, rocks and forest liter that carpeted the forest floor, Amy felt everything under her bare feet. It had been years since she had strolled through the forest without shoes or socks, and now that was something she was regretting.

"Where are you taking me anyway? We aren't anywhere near a road and it doesn't make much sense to walk around the woods in the middle of nowhere late into the night?"

"Well if you had a car I could have driven you into town to the authorities, but since you had a bike I got to hold you until the boys get here in the morning. There's an old logging camp just ahead. We'll stay there until I can figure out a way to us back to civilization."

"So where is your truck then?"

"Back in town. I rode in with Bobby in the lowbed truck delivering the delimber. I was going to run the feller-buncher all night so I can get ahead of the skidders, but you put a stop to that plan. As much as I hate it, it looks like you and I are stuck with each other for the night."

"And why the logging camp," she asked as they topped a knoll and the moonlight hit a derelict set of cabins that spread across a glade that was slowly beginning to crowd in? "Why the hell these cabins," she asked in disgust as she saw where he was taking her?

"It's the only hospitable place around that I know of."

"Hospitable," she asked as she looked around the cob-web filled camp, with dust littering the floor. "You don't care; you're not the one that has to walk around barefoot in this dump."

"Its an old logging camp. Its so far from town that the loggers stayed here all week, or in some cases, all winter. Back in the fifties or so they stopped making these places. Now they use camps that can be transported by truck so it's a bit more civilized."

"And your portable cabins?"

"They have not got here yet so this is home for the night."

"Lucky us" she said sarcastically as the logger threw the woman a broom he found on the porch. As she began to sweep the place to a more habitable condition, the logger returned from a back shed with a armful of firewood in hand. It only took a few minutes for him to start a fire and at least get some light in the dark cabin. As the fire began to consume the beech wood he had set ablaze, it crackled and sent embers lazily into the air. Out of the corner of her eye Amy saw the man toss her sneakers and socks into the fire and watched with horror as the fire began to lap first at the laces, and then at the stark white canvas.

"What the hell did you do that for? I was just about to ask for them back so I would not have to walk on this god-awful floor barefoot, not to mention polluting the air with that burning plastic and rubber!"

"Would you just shut the hell up.? I don't even know your name yet and I would like to choke the living shit out of you. God, I would like to get some sleep tonight without having to worry about you running off. I figure if they were burned up, you would not be tempted to try something stupid. I think you did enough of that already."

"Stupid huh? You think destroying your equipment was stupid? What about killing millions of trees. What about destroying the habitat of the animals around here? What about the thousand upon thousand acres of clear cuts? That is stupid."

"Oh is it? You obviously don't know what you are talking about. All the land we walked across to get here was logged at one time miss. Well guess what young lady, trees do grow back. The paper company plants trees and there is such a thing as natural regeneration. As for the clearcuts, they were done in the nineteen eighties because the Spruce Budworm epidemic wiped out the forests up here. We didn't clear cut for the hell of it, we clear cut to recover what Mother Nature had killed. That's just how much you know about forestry. Besides, do you really think you destroyed that machine? You put sugar in the hydraulic oil. Big deal. We drain it and its back to normal. You didn't do jack shit but ruin your life. Maybe you have not realized this but tomorrow you will be arrested for a trespassing felony. We have been having problems around here for months and don't think for a minute your cute looks will get you off easy. You will be made an example of young lady, so yeah I do think what you did was stupid."

"Well maybe, but I had to do something. I couldn't just let this destruction continue?"

"What destruction? There are more forests now in the State of Maine then there has ever been. And the animals, my God we create more diverse habitat through harvesting then if this was just left in a natural state. Why do you think they call clear cuts Moose Pastures, or why the deer population is so high? Where do you get these ideas? Obviously you're not some passionate environmentalist?"

"And how do you know that. I put sugar in a tree cutter didn't I?"

"It's called a feller-buncher by the way, but yeah I can tell, you're not a hard core environmentalist that for sure." For a minute Amy just crossed her arms and gave the logger a serious look. 

"Please, explain to me how you know me so well after being with me for a whole...what...2 hours?"




Opposites Attract



"Well for starters you aren't even from Maine. By the way you said 'you betcha" I would guess Minnesota, but maybe Wisconsin too? Beyond that, I noticed you shave your legs, you also wear toenail polish on your toes and since you don't smell like a musky raccoon, I know you believe in wearing deodorant. Those are all things a true environmentalist, hippy-type tree hugger would never do. So my guess is, you came to college here in Maine, met up with some group that wooed you into their fold; probably by some guy, more than likely the guy you lost your virginity to, and now he has you under his control. Let me guess, that chickenshit gave you a song and a dance of why you should come up here instead of him right? I mean he's not going to stick his neck out when he can get a naïve young college student to do it for him."

"Christian is not like that," Amy said getting up out of her chair and yelling at the logger.

"No? Well I'll tell you young lady, you are in trouble and he is not. I wouldn't lie to you. You hate me now, and you'll hate me all your life. Tomorrow when we go into the Greenville and the State Police put those handcuffs on you, you will always hate me, so I don't have anything to lie about. He's the one that is getting something out of manipulating you. The difference is he has convinced you that destruction is taking place up here, yet we walked across mile after mile of forest that you saw yourself was just fine. Who are you going to believe Chick, some guy that is screwing you or me who is just doing his job?"

For a moment Amy looked away. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes as she started to think about her situation. As much as she loathed the messenger, she was beginning to realize she was indeed being manipulated.

"It's been a long night, and I'm tired. I'm headed to bed. If you think you can run from me and the law, go ahead and try it. You won't get far up here that is for sure. Good night, and for what it is worth, I am sorry."

Scott feigned sleep as he crawled into the old bed, the mattress being little more than planks, and the top of it covered with rag tag, mouse eaten blankets. Still it was better than being covered with nothing. The worse part for Scott was listened to the young woman cry softly into the night. All he could do was shake his head and truly feel sorry for the woman's unfortunate fate. Still, with her soft cries, he could not sleep.

"Aren't you cold," he asked after an hour had passed? The fire had began to intensify, but it would take more than a stick or two of wood to chase the chill off. Log cabins took days of heat to warm the contents of the room and really make the place feel warm and cozy. As it was, Amy had laid on the floor with another rag tag wool blanket over her. "You are more than welcome to sleep in this bed."

"I'm sure you would like that, wouldn't you", she fired back quickly?

"Look, if I was going to try something I would have done that earlier. I'm generally not nice to people that try to ruin my equipment, but I don't want you to freeze to death either."

Amy was too cold to argue. 'Sleeping with the enemy' she thought, but still pulled herself off the cold floor and slid into bed next to him. She was nervous, but found the higher elevation warmer, and the logger's body had warmed the bed considerably too. She made it a point to throw both blankets over her, but faced away from her capture.

"I don't want you to think I care, because I really don't, but in the interest of refraining from saying 'hey you' all night, could I at least know your name?"

"It's Scott," he said he said into the blackness.

"I'm Amy," she said nonchalantly. There was a long silence and then she startled the stillness of the night by speaking bluntly. "I am in serious trouble aren't I?"

"Yeah you are I'm afraid."

"Isn't there something I can do to get out of this? Can't we go back tomorrow and drain that sugar out or something. I'll promise to never do anything like this again?"

"Amy that is a half million dollar machine. Even if I got the sugar out I have no way to get new oil back in it, at least without a lot of explanation. I'm not doing this to be mean, but what you did was serious. I can't just let it go."

"There's got to be some other way Scott, trust me, I can make it worth it for you," she said with a suddenly soothing voice. As she said it, she turned over so that she was facing him and grabbed his hand and slowly pushed it down so that it ran slowly over her sex. 

"Amy, please, I'm a divorced man and it's been a long time since I did anything like that. Trust me; you already tempted me enough, but..."

"But what? You think I mind. If it gets me out of ruining my life, I'll do anything you want. Its not like anyone will ever know."

"Amy..."

"It will get us both warm," she offered with a grin, though in the darkness it occurred to her that he could not see her. Still Scott could not help but laugh.

"Every amount of my being says I should still take you in and make you an example so others don't try what you did."

"And every amount of my being says I should not have sex with a logger either, but..."

Amy was not sure where such bravado came from. Her parents had instilled in her the need for taking responsibility for her actions, but now with the real possibility of jail time looming over her, squirming her way out of the situation seemed like a better alternative. Obviously what she was doing was wrong; so very, very wrong. He was twice her age, lacked a college education, and had a career that she had detested, and yet as she felt him roll over towards her, she felt a strange attraction towards the man.

Long forgotten was Christian and his manipulative nature; the destruction of forests and the environmentalist cause. Dropping her down onto the bed, Amy's legs immediately splayed wide in an unmistakable open invitation, and grinned as the man hastened to push down his pants.

It was raw sexual energy that passed between them, as Amy opened her mouth up wide and accepted his greedy lapping tongue. Dipping in and out, lashing her teeth against his, she could taste his vile breath, a seedy mixture of coca cola soda and potato chips. She kissed him again, an equally powerful French-kiss that was entirely reserved for lovers. Like their love-making, it too was wrong, but Amy swooned at the pleasure of it, the pleasure of doing something so wrong, that for once in her life, it was right..

"Do you want me to wear a condom," he politely asked, hesitating at his entry into her as he loomed above her fragile body? Amy tossed her head back and forth on the mouse chewed sheets and shook her head emphatically.

"Oh God no. Put it in me. Put it in me and fuck me hard." It was not her that was talking, but her darker side. A side she never knew existed until now. 

What should have been a young, environmentally conscientious man plunging into her, was instead an older, forest killing logger. What should have smelled like musk and earth, smelled like pine fir and grease. Mostly though, what should have been isolated and rubbery, was hard and natural, for she had never had sex without the benefit of a condom.

"God I hope I don't get you pregnant," he lamented as he began to thrust harder and harder inside her. Already Amy had moaned from one orgasm and was quickly approaching another.

"I don't care," she moaned for more than one reason as her pelvis rocked with an orgasm. It had approached so quickly, a flash and then it was upon her. It occurred so quickly that as satisfying as it was, she wanted another, and another, and another...

After a moment of raw passionate sex, Scott sensed her needs and slowed his rhythm, settling into her with more steady, powerful thrusts that sent her back pressing down into the tattered sheets again and again. Amy moaned, a deep full moan that indicated she was enjoying everything she was receiving.

"Enjoy me," she breathed into his ear as she felt him swoop down and kiss her mouth passionately, his facial hair tickling her cheek as she did so. His tongue invaded her mouth again and she invaded his in turn, their silhouette reflecting strangely in the moonless night. Amy felt so small in his grip, loving his tender roughness. She melted into his embrace as he kissed the curve of her neck, nibbled endlessly on her earlobes and used his tongue to lick along the ridge of her shoulder.

She kept her eyes open and could see this strange image; young versus old, filthy versus clean, an environmentalist versus logger, as she felt herself fast approaching another body shattering orgasm. Just as she did, he too released, sending a cavalcade of hot sticky semen jettisoning up inside her womb. The timing could not have been more ideal or more inopportune either, for while Amy did not necessarily want to be the mother of this logger's child, it heightened the danger, the suspense, the thrill she had been missing for so long.

"Good morning Amy," Scott said as Amy's eyes fluttered open. "Sleep good?"

"Too good," she said as she moved the covers off her and walked up to him. It surprised Scott when she dipped her head and gave him a deep probing kiss that eclipsed the kiss they shared a few hours before. Obviously the dynamics between them had changed. "Morning breath huh" she said when Scott broke the kiss?

"That wasn't bad; in fact I kind of liked it. I just feel bad there is nothing to eat and that I burned your shoes last night, you could probably use them this morning."

"Well I figured you just wanted me barefoot. Some guys like that you know."

"Oh I know, I kind of like you barefoot, but we got to get down to that feller-buncher before the guys show up. I think I figured out a plan to get us both out of this mess. As the two scrambled to get dressed, and make their way back to the equipment, Scott explained his plan.

Two hours later Amy was shocked about what that plan was. Taking a crowbar from off the back of one of one of the skidders, he thrust it high in the air and was about to puncture the hydraulic tank when Amy stopped him.

"Scott I appreciate the effort, but we can't do that. Oil will run out of the tank and onto the ground. Even if it gets me out of trouble, I can't watch you do this. We got to catch it somehow."

For a moment Scott realized there was no changing Amy's steadfast conviction to contain the oil and tried to think of a way to catch it. Suddenly an idea hit him and he started up one of the skidders and moved it so that its fuel tank was positioned under the engine compartment of the feller-buncher. It took several hits but finally he was able to puncture the steel tank and watched as the oil ran out of the hydraulic tank and into the fuel tank of the skidder.

"This will work. I'll tell my boss a stick punctured the hydraulic tank Amy and that's why nothing got done last night. At the same time the sugar will be out of the hydraulic system and everything will be fine."

"Except that the sugar is now in that piece of equipment."

"It will be fine. That small amount of oil will mix with the diesel fuel and the engine will burn it off. At the same time the skidders fuel filter will collect the sugar and keep it from ruining anything. It's okay Amy. No one will ever know."

"And all this just for a piece of ass huh?"

"I don't know, I'm starting to kind of like you... well for a tree hugger," Scott said with a big grin and leaned forward to give her another intense kiss.

"I guess its true then, opposites do attract."



Opposites Attract



I watch Daniel be hugged and kissed by his father, then the older man turns to regard me with thoughtful eyes.

"You go help your Mum in the kitchen," he says smiling at Daniel. "I'm sure between you there will be enough to feed an army, not just an extra guest. Try not to drink all the wine whilst out there," he adds as Helen slips an arm around Daniel's waist and leads him away. I feel bereft without him as he disappears from my sight and then realise George is speaking. "Let's sit down. Scotch or brandy?"

That he is offering such drinks sends a frisson of apprehension down my spine. I like brandy when relaxing and so...

"Scotch, please. Neat."

With my drink in my hand I listen to Daniel's father, my anger rising. I am told of a sweet, gentle boy who grew into a sweet, gentle man. Daniel did not want to study away from home and so went to a local University. Those of his friends also opting for higher learning went away, leaving him to start all over again. However, he did not bring friends home from the University, or meet them at weekends.

"He's always been shy," George says. "Many of our friends thought it wonderful to have a teenager that remained polite and considerate as he headed into adulthood, but it brought problems they never considered. He found it impossible to make new friends, too shy, too nervous and it isolated him. He suffered some bullying and by the last year of study, only attended his classes and came home. Helen or I giving him lifts whenever possible."

"The Uni did nothing?" I ask.

"Hard to do anything they way he was targeted. Malicious whispers when he passed them, standing and staring at him, nothing violent, but psychological warfare if you like. He was most of the way through his last year when he brought a young man home. He was a bull and I disliked him instantly. I never said anything to Daniel because I knew he would drop Don instantly if he thought I disapproved. We had a father-to-son chat and Daniel assured me that, although he was gay, Don was just someone who seemed to want to go to art galleries and museums and for quiet meals. This went on for a month or so and then Don asked Daniel to sleep over at his house. I got Daniel to get him to come to ours first, saying his Mum and I would be out for most of the night and Don could have the spare room. I got the feeling something was wrong and we returned home early. Daniel was crying and pleading for Don to stop and he was trying to mount my son."

The savage snarl makes both of us start and I realise I am making the sound. I want to find Don and tear him into bloody strips. I see George's grim smile and bring myself under control.

"Stags are just as hard headed as bulls," George says with satisfaction. "I yanked him off Daniel and butted him twice before hurling him into the street, his pants still around his ankles. I spent the night sitting in Daniel's room, calming him every time the nightmares began. I found out later Don was part of the group that had targeted Daniel. This time they were taking bets on whether Don could seduce his way into having Daniel. My son didn't go back to Uni. He had completed his classes and just attended for exams. He took a year out, then went for a Master's."

George stops to take another large swallow from his Scotch and I follow suit, knowing there is more to come.

"He got this job just six months ago and we all thought it a good move. Angelique, the woman you spoke to, approached him two months ago. She wanted him. Daniel declined. Then the bullying began. She and her unholy trio are making life uncomfortable for Daniel whenever they can. So Daniel made a complaint. It turned out she has a top managerial job in Finance and her father is a Company Director. His complaint came straight back to him, so he resigned. Angelique brought that back to him, telling him she would say whether or not he could resign and when. She effectively threatened to have complaints of 'inappropriate behaviour regarding male employees' added to his record if he tried to leave and to make it look as though he'd been sacked for it."

"That's blackmail," I snarl surging to my feet. With a growl of disgust I drop back into my seat. "That's why I ended up sharing an office with him," I say angrily. "They wanted him discomfited."

"I wasn't happy to hear about you, although I hoped you were his replacement. Get you trained and then tell him to go. I've offered to use a good portion of our savings to set Daniel up from home as independent. I'd do anything for my son"

George looks at me meaningfully.

"He also worries about intimacy with a would-be lover."

"I wasn't looking for a mate when I met Daniel," I say honestly. "It wasn't just his outside beauty that ensnared me, he has a beautiful soul. We have our whole lives ahead of us and I'll take it one day at a time. I swear I'll take care of him."

"Dinner's ready," Helen's voice comes from the doorway and as George and I stand he grips my shoulder tightly and we nod. I have his approval.

****

The meal would serve an army. There is no sign of anything hastily added and yet there is food to spare. At its conclusion we move into the sitting room. Daniel is now snuggled close against my left side as we sit on the settee. George is in one of the chairs. We watch 'Food TV', with Helen bringing glasses of Bailey's and ice for Daniel and herself, Scotch for George and brandy for me. She sits smiling on Daniel's left.

As Daniel and Helen gleefully point out where a chef's sponge with a piece missing in one shot is perfect in the next, I think about what an evening with a 'date' would normally be for me; a meal in a top restaurant or a box seat in a top show. I would always pay for the best of everything. Yet here I am, not a penny spent, and happier than I have been in years. The comfortable, family ambiance has me guilty that I have not been in touch with my Pop and brothers for almost a couple of months. I make a decision to speak to him as soon as possible.

"I think these two should go on one of these cookery shows," George says, laughing. "Put their money where their mouths are. The professional chefs don't stand a chance with Helen and Daniel's eyes picking up on all the mistakes but it would be different if they were in the kitchen."

I laugh as my shy fawn unerringly throws a cushion and scores a direct hit on George's head and everyone joins in.

The time flies and I realise it is close to midnight.

"It's getting late," I say.

"Do you have to go?" Daniel asks. The look in his eyes and tone of his voice tell me that is not what he wants.

"Tell you what, boys," George says, standing. "Us old ones will head up to bed and you decide between yourselves what you do. Just no wild partying," he adds, wagging a finger at Daniel who grins affectionately, stands and hugs the older man. He hugs his Mum and then they are gone. 

Now there is just the two of us, I can scent his uncertainty. I pick a few cushions and lay them against the settee and slide onto the thick, soft rug in front of the fire. The only other light is from the two dim lamps either side of the television and its flickering screen. It is a nice ambiance and I pat the rug next to me and, with a smile, my fawn snuggles next to me.

I do not know at what point we begin to kiss, the caresses soft and gentle as I get to know the taste and texture of his lips. Carefully, I lick at them, silently requesting they part. In the back of my mind is what George did not say in words, but told me anyway. My precious fawn is chaste. I have no intentions of receiving such a gift on a rug in front of a fire, even if Daniel is willing.

I let myself slide to the floor, easing Daniel on top of me as my tongue delves inside his warm, wet cavern. He is sweet and spicy from his drink and the meal and there is a taste that is pure Daniel to which I am instantly addicted. The soft sounds of pleasure I hear from my mate are more valuable to me than gold.

Daniel eases back a little and stares nervously at my shirt.

"You can touch me as you want, sweetheart," I say. "I would like to feel you touch me."

I can scent his nervousness as he unbuttons my shirt, eyes flitting to mine constantly for approval. He pushes back the sides of my shirt and gives the sweetest sound of delight as he sees my furred torso. His hands rub over me gently and then he presses his face back and forth.

"It's so soft, I love it," he whispers.

I know that if he had not liked it, I would have shaved it off. Everywhere. I arch and moan softly as his fingers find a nipple which hardens begging for his touch. 

"That's nice, love," I murmur encouragingly. "Oh, Daniel, yes." His tongue is licking daintily at one nub then the other. I card my hands through his hair, not wanting to direct him and yet wanting his mouth to continue with its virginal eroticism. He lifts his head to look at me with such love in his eyes that my breath is stolen by the intensity.

Carefully I roll him to lie on his back at my side.

"May I, sweetheart?" I ask, fingers touching the buttons of his still-fastened shirt.

"Please, Misha," he says. "I...I want to feel you, too."

One-by-one, the buttons open and I sweep aside the material that bars the sight of my fawn's beautiful body. He is every bit as beautiful as I imagined he would be. His skin is smooth and honey-tinted. His areolae are a delectable caramel and his nipples rich chocolate. I rest my hand on his stomach, savouring its heat and gaze into his eyes. He is shivering slightly and not from the cold.

"May I touch you, Daniel?"

At his nod, I keep my hand where it is and bend to suck one of his perfect nipples. He cries out and bucks and I soothe him until he is whimpering softly, hips rising and falling as I worship the nubs as befits things of such exquisite beauty. I can see how tented his grey pants have become and there is a growing damp patch that exudes the alluring scent of musk and arousal. I feel a powerful, cell-deep, primitive bolt of satisfaction. Despite his worries, his fears, I have still aroused him. He is hard and needy for me. I gaze into his eyes once more, my hand touching the waistband of his pants.

"May I?"

"P...please, Misha," he whimpers needily.

I open the button and unzip carefully. Daniel wriggles a little and I get his pants to mid-thigh. I look again for permission as my hand hovers over the light-blue cotton encased erection. Daniel's hand helps me to get his briefs down and I devour the sight of his penis, hard, flushed and damp. I am certain I can scent his semen as it prepares to erupt. His shaft is slender and smooth and the chestnut nest that protects it is heavily scented with Daniel's sweet musk. I resist the almost overwhelming temptation to bury my face in his groin, knowing it would be too much this time.

I check my fawn is ready to be touched intimately and encircle his manhood with my hand. I cover his lips with mine to muffle his scream as I begin to pump gently. It takes just three strokes and Daniel is scrabbling desperately at my shoulders as he thrusts into my hand, his seed jetting over his honeyed skin. 

I milk him through his orgasm, ignoring my own cock's demands. Nothing is going to spoil this for my fawn. I am going to pleasure him as he deserves. Finally he slumps, his body replete. I let him watch me lick my hand clean and then slowly lave his torso to savour every drop of his crème. He whimpers and wriggles delightfully, his hands petting at my head. I am so proud of my courageous love.

"You, Misha," he husks. "What can I do for you?"

I unfasten my own pants and shove my boxers down so we are similarly undressed. I position us sideways so he can touch me. I have an ulterior motive for this arrangement. When I come my seed will be on Daniel's body. Every instinct I have demands I mark my mate in some way. Daniel's hesitant, virginal touch has an eroticism all of its own. I know I am going to come quickly. I would be embarrassed to come so swiftly if it were not my precious fawn touching me, looking at me with such love that I want to fall apart for him. 

With a muffled sound that is part whine, part howl, I come hard, my living essence adorning Daniel's skin as I desire. I pant softly, smiling at my brave mate. I bring his hand to my mouth and lick some of my own release. I offer it to Daniel and he takes a tiny lick. I watch as he considers my flavour.

"You taste spicy, Misha," he says, delicately lapping his fingers clean.

"And you taste divine, my sweet one," I growl, kissing him and delving into his mouth once more. As I do, I roll him onto his back and rub my cream into his skin. The combined scent of his warm skin overlaid with my come has my wayward cock twitching eagerly once more. However, I see the yawn Daniel tries to hide.

I help him to stand and we refasten our pants. I throw the cushions on the settee.

"If you can let me have a blanket I can sleep here," I say. I look into my fawn's eyes as his hand slips into mine.

"If you ... would you...I'd like..." Daniel is flustered and unable to say what he needs. I kiss him softly and nuzzle him as he takes a deep breath. "Sleep with me?"

"I would be honoured," I reply honestly. "I would love to wake with you in my arms." His smile illuminates the room.

We tiptoe to the bathroom. As Daniel brushes his teeth, I rub toothpaste on mine. We then creep to his room. His bed is queen-size so we will not be too crushed, although I am not concerned about being that close to my mate. We both stop at the same time to look at each other and laugh softly in unison. We are about to remove our underwear and have each stopped to check it acceptable to the other. I pull mine off and add it to my pile and Daniel giggles adorably as he does the same.

The sheets are cool on my still hot skin and for a few moments we kiss as we lie wrapped in each other's arms. As I feel Daniel's responses become sleepier I urge him to face the wall and spoon up close behind.

"I love you, Misha," he whispers drowsily. 

"I love you, Daniel, my own sweet fawn. Sleep well, love."

I inhale my lover's scent, happy, content, sated and sigh my own joy. I still have a job to do, but I will not let any harm befall Daniel. From now on, I will protect my mate.

****

I am half asleep, but register a presence. There is a knock to the door and a voice calls out.

"Breakfast in fifteen minutes, boys."

There is a disgruntled sound from the man in my arms. It seems Daniel is not a morning boy. As awareness seeps into his fuddled brain, he wriggles in my embrace to face me. I want to see that smile on his face every morning; although I know we are not going to be sleeping together every night just yet.

I am kissed softly, then with more passion and I let my hands drift slowly down the slender back to cup the tight mounds of my lover's cheeks and pull him closer to me. We are both sporting healthy morning erections and I burrow a hand between us to begin a rapid stroking and squeezing motion. Daniel's kisses are sweet and intoxicating and I can feel my climax building, the heat in my belly radiating throughout my body. My release begins one pulse after Daniel's and I milk us expertly. 

"Morning, my love," I whisper, kissing the tip of Daniel's nose.

"Morning, Misha, love you," Daniel whispers back, snuggling into my arms. I let us lie for a moment or two, then kiss the top of Daniel's head. I can feel the imp falling back asleep. I give a light swat to a pert buttock.

"Up, bathroom, breakfast," I rasp as I tilt Daniel's face to meet mine.

He is slow and reluctant, but I get us to the bathroom and cleaned and then dressed. We enter the dining room for breakfast just as the fifteen minutes are up.

"That's the first time Daniel's ever been ready at the first call for breakfast," Helen teases as she sets out bowls and a choice of cereals. "Would you like eggs with your toast, Misha?"

I accept gratefully. I am famished. I have a lot to do today and need a good breakfast.

"Daniel, are you free to come with me to the exhibition at the main gallery this afternoon?" I ask as I tuck into a healthy bowl of cereal.

"I'd love to, Misha," Daniel grins.

"And a meal with me tonight?" I add.

"Yes," Daniel's smile widens.

"Good. We'll sort the arrangements after breakfast," I grin back.

****

I return home exhilarated. I have an afternoon and evening to look forward to with my fawn, but first I call my Pop. I quickly bring him up to speed with everything, especially Daniel. His growl is a huskier version of mine as I tell him of my lover's torment in the company.

"I know of the father and he is quite ruthless," my Pop informs me. "If the daughter takes after him, keep a good eye on your fawn. She won't take your interference lightly and she will attack the one most defenceless. Are you bringing him to meet us?"

"Actually, Pop, I'd like you and the family to come to my house. Spend a weekend. I can get Daniel's parents there, too. A big family thing. Once I finish this job. Is there anything going on up there?"

"A big family thing," Pop echoes. "I'd like that, so will your brothers. Just give us a couple of days to arrange travel. We miss you, Misha."

"I miss you, too," I say, realising the truth. Seeing Daniel and his parents has made me understand how important family can be. "It'll be great to have you all to stay."

"Keep me informed about work," Pop adds. "And watch your fawn."

****

Monday comes round too quickly but Daniel's smile is radiant as we greet each other in our office. We exchange repartee as we work. Daniel's sense of humour complements mine, his open mine more sardonic, the day passing quickly for both of us. I am invited to Daniel's home for dinner on two nights and ask him to eat out with me for another two. I also ask him to spend the weekend with me, coming to my apartment from work on the Friday. Knowing we are seeing each other all week after work seems to add an extra glow to him and I have to keep reminding myself not to pounce and ravish.

However, after lunch things take a downturn. I open a letter to find my contract will not be extended beyond the trial month. That means I will be gone in two weeks. I am sure I will do what I need before the time is up. I am even offered the opportunity to leave immediately and still collect a month's pay. I can smell queen-bitch on this. I read the letter aloud and hear Daniel's sound of distress. I had forgotten my fawn does not know that I can manage perfectly well without this job.

I quickly move to him and lean against the desk, pulling him between the 'v' of my legs.

"It's ok, Daniel," I assure. "I don't need their job, but I'll work the month."

"It's my fault," he whispers mournfully.

"No it isn't," I growl. "They targeted you, I wasn't standing for seeing you frightened. When I leave, you're coming with me," I add. "You're my mate and I can provide for us, I promise."

"But...but Angelique," he says and I can scent his fear.

"Trust me, please?" I ask.

His eyes tell me before his words.

"I trust you, Misha."

"Then queen-bitch has made her biggest mistake." I pull Daniel closer and kiss him softly. My ears are trained on the door. We do not want to be caught. My biggest fear is being moved into another part of the company, not dismissal.

"I love you, Misha," Daniel whispers as we break apart. "I want...I'd like...oh, Misha, I want to..."

I stop him with another kiss.

"I want to make love with you, too," I vow, certain I know what my fawn wants. The call to physically mate is a song in both our hearts. "But it will happen in its own time. You need to be as relaxed as possible and if you can't ask, then you're too nervous. You are my mate and you show me your love with every look and touch." I daringly palm the front of his pants and feel his sex surge towards me. "Not just with this," I conclude.




Opposites Attract



'I'm so lucky," he sighs leaning into me.

"No. I'm the lucky one. Let's show queen-bitch we don't fear her. Let's have lunch in the restaurant a couple of times this week."

"Ok," Daniel says and I smile as he takes a deep breath and stands up straight. It is not easy for my shy fawn, but he seems to feed off my confidence. 

We resume our places and carry on. I will not let Angelique destroy my mate's reputation. I will take care of everything once I have this job out of the way. I will not need two weeks. I am sure of it.

****

I am glad the week is over. I have almost completed what I set out to do and know everything will be finalised early next week. Daniel and I have had a couple of pleasant lunches joining with Ms Sheep, whose real name is Hilary. Daniel's confidence increases daily and at lunch today he was smiling and waving at people.

He is currently wandering around my sterile apartment whilst I ring my favourite take away. He has never eaten Thai and I am pleased to find he will eat fish and seafood. I have a prawn dish, a fish curry, a couple of vegetable dishes and some noodles on order. I glance over to see Daniel studying my CDs. I only brought a small selection: some classical, some pan pipes and some easy listening. They are a little eclectic, but I just chose a few favourites to have with me. 

"Apart from these, I don't see you here Misha," Daniel says, looking around the room once more.

"This is only temporary," I say. "I really hadn't noticed how empty the place was." I wander over to Daniel and enfold him in my arms. I adore the soft pleasured sounds he makes as he nuzzles against my neck and shoulder as much as the tiniest of kisses he places against my skin. I let my hands rub over his back, then slide one down to cup a taut buttock and squeeze it gently. I want my fawn to become used to such touches. I smile into his hair as he daringly rubs against my thigh. "I love you, Daniel," I whisper.

"I love you, Misha." 

I am surprised and elated when Daniel captures my lips and slides his tongue into my eager mouth. I refuse to take charge of the kiss, letting Daniel explore me as he wants before we finally break apart to breathe. Daniel's cheeks have a light pink tinge and he looks shy and desirable in equal measure. 

I take his hand and walk him through the rest of the apartment. He likes the large bathroom with its sunken bath and his eyes widen at my bedroom. The bed is king-sized with a bolster encased in cream and topped with three pillows in forest green. The bed is topped with a fake fur throw in the same black and silver as my own hair and Daniel is fascinated. I smile as he steps forward to rub his hands over the coverlet. I can see his nose twitch and I am silently thankful that no one but me has slept in this bed. 

The same is true of the bed in my home. For all my varied past, I have never taken anyone into my home. That I reserved for the one who would share my life. It is reserved for Daniel.

"Only me, Daniel," I say quietly.

He kicks off his shoes and kneels on the bed, hands still petting at the cover and his nose still crinkling adorably. I am pleased to see he is as possessive of me as I am of him. I move to the bed, kick off my own shoes and sit.

"It smells of you, Misha," he smiles. 

I move to kneel and take him in my arms. We kiss gently as I slowly lower him down. I want the bed to smell of us. We lie kissing, hands gently touching. I stoically ignore my silently screaming cock. It wanted to bury itself in my mate as soon as Daniel was on my bed. My more intelligent head demands that I accustom Daniel to simply being in my bed before I go further.

The doorbell heralding the arrival of our foods demands we break apart. Daniel looks delightfully debauched. His hair is bed-mussed, his cheeks flushed and his lips kiss-swollen. I give a feral grin and head off to attend to the delivery.

We devour the meal appreciatively, ending it by feeding each other titbits and licking sauce off one another's fingers. As Daniel clears away the dishes, I change the lighting to a more subdued ambience and put on a CD of easy listening music. I have an ice bucket with Bollinger and glasses cooling in it at the side of the settee. As Daniel returns I take him into my arms and dance with him to the crooning tones of Dean Martin and Bobby Darin.

I then make a nest of cushions on the floor in front of the fire and Daniel and I sit to drink, trading champagne-flavoured kisses as our clothes seemingly evaporate. It seems no time at all before we are grinding against each other as our kisses become longer, wetter, more demanding. The scent of Daniel's arousal is sweet and heavy in the air and I am harder than I thought possible. However, I do not want to make love with my fawn on the floor a second time when there is a large comfortable bed waiting for us.

I gentle our kisses and we move into my bedroom. I scoop Daniel into my arms and he giggles musically. I lay my precious bundle on the bed and adjust the lighting so there is a similar ambience in this room to the one we just left. We resume kissing, this time our hands begin to stroke and explore. I mouth at Daniel's throat sucking to leave my mark before descending his beautiful body. I pay homage to his irresistible nipples to soft mewls of delight and pleasure. It seems they are a highly erogenous zone for my mate.

I nibble my way down his ribs and across his soft abdomen. I nip carefully at his hips, earning a sound between a giggle and a groan that seems hot-wired to my cock. I can feel pre-come leaking continually, but my main concern is my fawn's pleasure. I urge Daniel to spread his legs and kneel between them. I can hear Daniel's breath coming in short, rapid pants. I bend and kiss each satin-soft inner thigh before raising my eyes to his.

"I love you, Daniel. Relax, my love."

"Love you," he pants and spreads himself wider, even though I can scent his nervousness.

I rub my face into the lush fur at his groin. It is scented with musk and pre-come and I give a low rumble of delight. I touch his weeping arousal and smile when Daniel bucks his hips. I slide my hand to hold the base my fawn's erection

Daniel gasps at the first swipe of my tongue along his aching flesh and again when my tongue laps around his shaft before I run it teasingly along the sensitive underside. I bring my mouth close to the tip of Daniel's organ. 

"I want to drink you, little fawn," I rasp.

Daniel lets out a cry when my mouth closes over the crimson-hued head of his penis. I begin a steady suction, driving him wild with need. I know he will not last long, certain I can scent his semen already hurtling towards ejaculation. Daniel mewls delightfully when I touch his sac, cupping each precious orb in my palm, squeezing softly. I move my mouth up and down, licking his overheating flesh. I tease his slit with my tongue and hear him whimper. I bring both hands to his hips and take my fawn's entire length into my mouth suckling in earnest.

"Misha," Daniel moans, thrusting into my mouth as much as my hold will allow. 

I can feel his need for release; know he is close from the way he moves beneath me. I suck harder and take one hand off Daniel's hip, bringing it between his thighs to stroke his sac and hear a deep moan. I hollow my cheeks and stroke my finger against Daniel's entrance. A barely there caress of the intimate area. It is at this touch that Daniel comes, a long, low moan of my name escaping his lips as he spills into my mouth. I milk him dry, drinking all he can offer. When I swallow the last drop I let his softened flesh fall from between my lips and lick them with deliberate slowness.

"Misha," Daniel moans again, opening his arms for me. I lean forward and we kiss gently, Daniel's tongue exploring assiduously as he tastes himself in my mouth.

"You taste so sweet, my love," I purr.

"Love me, Misha, make love with me. I want this."

"Oh, love," I rumble against Daniel's throat. "I want you so much. If at any time you need me to stop, just say. Promise me," I add, concerned Daniel will try and endure rather than enjoy and I need this to be pleasurable for my fawn.

"I promise, Misha," Daniel says.

"I want you to lie on your stomach for me and part your legs."

Daniel obeys immediately and my pulse quickens at the sight of his perfect ass presented to me. I position a pillow under Daniel's trim hips and simply let my hands traverse the smooth, warm skin of his back, slowly meandering my way to the peachy mounds that call silently to me. I drop random kisses on Daniel's back and feel him squirming. I kiss a pert buttock gently. 

"Don't worry, just relax and enjoy."

I part the firm cheeks and blow gently across the tight, pink rosebud. Daniel's response is muffled as his face is pressed into a soft pillow but I can feel his lithe body trembling beneath me. 

"Relax, beautiful fawn," I whisper softly, my breath just caressing the tiny opening. I press forward and tease the fluttering entrance with my tongue. I lap around it and carefully penetrate with soft, slow licks. Even here my fawn is sweet, although more earthy.

Daniel is whimpering, his body taut and his hips instinctively pushing into the pillow. I smile to myself as I lick at my fawn's tender sweetness. I want to bring my love pleasure, even if the wait is almost killing my complaining cock. I am determined to make this good for Daniel and continue to coax him open with my tongue until it is time to progress. 

I press a kiss to saliva-slick flesh and move to stretch at Daniel's side. I stroke the long, lean muscles of his back tenderly and dip my fingers into the valley between his cheeks to circle one finger around his tiny portal.

"Are you ready, Daniel?"

"Yes." His voice is nervous, but determined.

I slick my fingers with lube and reach between Daniel's cheeks, pressing against the shadowed entrance. My finger slips inside a little and Daniel sighs, his hips lift fractionally and he takes me to the first knuckle.

"Oh, oh, Misha," he moans.

"Open for me, my little fawn," I rasp. I wait until I feel Daniel's body relax and delve deeper, sliding past the second knuckle to a low groan from my mate. "I know, love," I encourage, he is so tight. I move my finger carefully and the narrow channel gradually relaxes. "I'm going to add a second finger now." I see the tiny nod as Daniel squirms, his breath coming in fast pants. I pull out briefly, just to add some more lube and soothe Daniel as he begins to whimper in need. "Hush, sweet fawn. I need to keep you slick. " I stroke the little pink bud and slide one finger back inside and then a second. I hear Daniel's quiet grunt and stop moving. "Does it hurt?"

Daniel looks at me and smiles shyly, hesitantly. 

"Not hurt, Misha. I...I just feel...full."

"It will feel better, I promise," I reply, smiling at my brave mate. I twist my fingers and rub at the tiny nub I have been searching for. Daniel's reaction is immediate. His body tenses and shakes.

"Misha?" he asks uncertainly, despite his obvious enjoyment of the sensation.

"Your prostrate, Daniel," I explain. Daniel nods and then moans as I tease the gland again. 

I work my fingers to carefully stretch and pleasure Daniel's tight passage. I smile as I curl my fingers again, brushing his jewel and Daniel releases another deep moan. I am cautious, taking ample time to stretch and prepare my young lover. I add a third finger and give a final, thorough stretch. The walls of his channel are relaxing, becoming accustomed to my touch, and I know it is time. Daniel is ready and so am I. If I wait any longer it will be all over before I get inside the enticing body waiting so nervously for me. 

"Misha, I want like to be able to see your face as you enter me."

I understand Daniel's fear, remembering what has happened in my sweet fawn's past.

"I'd like that, too," I say honestly. "But sometimes, especially for your first time, it may hurt a little more that way. Are you sure?"

"I need to see you. The man who has claimed me, taught me love and whose life I will share."

"I belong just as much to you, Daniel," I say. I might have been the one to make the claim, but I know I am Daniel's just as much as he is mine. My reward is a beautiful smile that almost makes me lose control and come. The thought of pushing into Daniel, my mate, *mine*, and watching that gorgeous face as he experiences making love for the first time is a dream come true. I cannot deny Daniel or myself. "I want to see you too, precious fawn." 

I position Daniel on his back, with a pillow beneath him to cant his hips upwards. I kiss him deeply and settle between his widespread legs.

"I'm going to put your legs on my shoulders," I say and reach for the lube to coat myself. As I slick my hard cock, Daniel's hands reach down and join in. The sensation of his fingers touching me so delicately and with such love and desire makes my breath come in short pants. "Feels good, sweetheart," I let him know.

Daniel smiles at the compliment and opens his legs wider, the invitation clear. I lift Daniel's legs, kissing a path down each calf to his ankles, before I rest them on my shoulders. Daniel's opening is exposed, quivering and slick in the dim light. I want this so much; to feel Daniel's body sheath me. I want to make him see the heavens and remember this night for the rest of his life. I ease forward slowly and rest my hardness against his prepared portal. I tease his opening, lightly pushing against the glistening flesh.

"Will you allow me inside?" I rasp, my fingers sliding into Daniel's hair, my lips moving against the skin of his throat

"Yes, Misha," Daniel breathes into my ear. His voice is anxious but the heady scent of arousal and anticipation is heavy in the air, almost intoxicating me.

"Will you allow me to make love to you?" I ask as I give a thrust of my hips, testing the resilience of his defences.

"Misha, please," Daniel pants, his face flushed with want.

"Take a deep breath," I instruct. 

I tilt his hips and push against the tight ring of muscle. There is a moment of resistance and then the ring relaxes and I sink inside, just the head of my cock, claiming Daniel as my own. I press forward to glide deeper into my love's incredible heat. Slick, velvet walls surround me and I feel as if there is nowhere else in the world I belong. 

Daniel lets out a whimper as my thick, hard shaft penetrates him, stretching untried muscle. He stills and I look in concern. His eyes are squeezed shut and he pants shallowly, obviously hurting but not telling me. I lick away the tears that slide from behind closed lids.

"Daniel? Just breathe for me. Take some deep breaths."

Daniel nods and does as he is told. I feel the tense muscles around the head of my cock relax and I release a relieved breath as I see Daniel calm. My lips connect with his and I feel Daniel focus on the tenderness of my touch. My fawn's lips parting with a sigh as my tongue enters him. Daniel relaxes beneath me as I continue to kiss him lovingly. His hands reach around me, stroking my back and then they card through my hair. I slowly end the kiss, sucking on his succulent lower lip for a few seconds. 

"You're doing so well, my love," I whisper. "Keep breathing and bear down for me." I push a little more, inching in slowly, until I am fully sheathed as Daniel's body finally flowers open in welcome. "That's it, you have me." The feeling is indescribable, silken walls pulse around me and he is so hot, an almost searing intensity. I have never felt anything like it. It feels like I have finally come home.

I take Daniel's legs and lace them behind my back. Part of me does not want to move, to lose this sublime feeling, but I know there is so much more pleasure for both of us. I see Daniel's face, the tenseness replaced by a look of pure joy and wonder. A delighted smile slowly lights his face as I look at him.

"Misha, we're one, joined. You're in me." Daniel's voice is an astonished whisper. "I had no idea...never imagined ...it's like I can feel your heart beating."

I know how he feels. Despite all the sleeping around I have done, that is all it ever was. This is the first time that I have entered a body with love. There is no comparison. I experience an emotional connection as well as the physical and it is incredible. I feel more alive in a way that I cannot explain. I lean forward, our mouths almost touching. I can feel Daniel's warm breath caressing me as I gaze into dark, loving eyes. 

"I feel you." I close the distance that keeps me from the sweetest mouth I have ever known and take it in a deep kiss. I immerse myself in the soft lips, so pliant beneath mine. I slide my tongue inside his warm haven. It is as though Daniel's body completes me. I pull back slightly, feeling the muscled channel grasping deliciously at my hard shaft, and then push back inside. The sensation causes me to moan with appreciation and the sound mingles with Daniel's delighted gasp.

"Oh, Misha. Do that again, please."

I repeat the movement. My cock rubs over Daniel's jewel with each stroke. I can feel his erection push against my belly as I continue to rock in and out, each movement drawing ever louder, more pleasured cries. I take Daniel's weeping shaft in my hand and pump it in time with the rhythm of my movements. I feel Daniel's reaction immediately, the walls of his channel squeeze with sublime heat and pressure. 

I slow a little. I want to do this forever, to feel Daniel's body around me, hear his cries of arousal and joy. I pull Daniel higher onto my thighs. The curls of my groin and body fur brush against his silky smooth skin. The change in angle lets me bury myself even deeper into his hot, tight passage and Daniel cries out. His hands reach for me and he pulls me down to seal our mouths together. 

I hear Daniel release a sob of pleasure. He rocks his hips in time with my rhythm and moans continually as I brush his sweet spot again and again. The pace of our lovemaking increases, I cannot help it. It feels too good and I cannot get enough of the beautiful body that writhes beneath me. I increase the strokes to Daniel's flesh. I want my precious fawn to come. It only takes another few strokes and I feel Daniel tense and the velvety walls that enclose my cock contract.

"Misha, oh, Misha, Misha," Daniel cries out, his voice filled with wonder. 

I know a moment of perfection as I hear the ecstasy in Daniel's voice, my name falling from his sweet lips. Then the tight heat that surrounds my cock clenches and spasms and my precious fawn is coming, pearlescent strands cover my hand and anoint our bodies. I follow him into bliss. My seed flows inside him and fills his still shuddering body. It is the most sublime sensation and intense climax I have ever known and I howl his name in a mix of joy and completion.

Long moments later my thundering heart slows and I lift my head from where it lies on Daniel's shoulder. I will never forget the sight of Daniel smiling at me, his hair in disarray and his mouth red and swollen from our kisses. His face shines with joy and contentment and peace radiates from him. I feel humbled by the enormity of the gift given by my fawn. Not just the gift of his virginity, Daniel entrusted to me his body and his heart. I know that I will care for both forever. He is truly mine.

I slid from his body in the moments it took for me to recover and I urge my fawn onto his stomach. I lick around his entrance, cleaning him thoroughly and my sated cock twitches dryly at the intimate taste of my lover overlaid with my seed. Sweet mewls of delight from my mate accompany my actions and Daniel wriggles enticingly. I roll Daniel onto his back and complete my care by licking him clean of every drop of his crème. I gather him into my arms and he burrows close.




Opposites Attract



"I love you so much, Misha."

"I love you, Daniel. Just lie and relax, my sweet fawn. I'll take care of you." 

It takes mere seconds before Daniel is snuffling adorably into my shoulder. One of his arms drapes possessively over my stomach and a slender leg is between my own and I smile. It is good to know my fawn is so content. Just a few more days and all our troubles will be over.

****

It is Tuesday and my job is nearly complete. In a couple of hours I can end this charade. Daniel is already out on a call when I receive one. With a disgruntled growl I save what I am working on to my CD and head out of the office after leaving a note for Daniel. As I exit the lift I scent queen-bitch before I see her, her pungent perfume assaulting my nostrils. She and her bald bodyguard are standing in the corridor. 

"I hope your deer is worth it, wolf," she hisses sibilantly. "I was considering sacking you both saying you were caught in a compromising position. Does he give good head?"

"Hurt Daniel and it will be the biggest mistake of your pathetic, spoilt life, bitch," I growl.

"Do you really think you can take me on?" Angelique laughs. It is a cold, brittle sound.

"I do, and if that happens you will lose," I vow, confidence oozing out of every pore. She may not be Chimera, but she is a predator amongst her own kind and she recognises my demeanour. This is not mere bravado. 

"Let's go," she snaps to man-mountain.

I am certain now that my call was a ploy to get me where Angelique could speak to me and sure enough the 'problem' is resolved when I go to the office that called.

I return to the office I share with Daniel, pleased to find he is back. I stomp to him and he rises, opening his arms without question or hesitation. I bury my face into his neck inhaling deeply, wanting to replace queen-bitch's fake perfume with my mate's natural, clean male scent.

"Misha?" he asks, concern in his tone, but he does not let me go.

"Sorry, love," I rumble angrily. "I had a run-in with Angelique. I hate her cloying perfume as much as I hate her." I suddenly realise how much my fawn is caring for me. He holds me tight, letting me scent him, rubbing my back in a gesture that speaks of love and comfort. I give a sound partway between whine and purr and Daniel's soft laughter tickles my ear.

"All better now?" he asks teasingly. It is wonderful to see how much more confidence he has. I love him so damn much I will never be able to put it into words. As I pull back and drown in those limpid, chocolate pools I know I will never need to. The love I see there is a reflection of my own and we both smile and nuzzle happily.

****

Angelique's actions make me more determined to finish what I need today. I stop only to share lunch with my fawn and resume work as soon as we return to our office. I am so wrapped up in completing my task that I give little more than a cursory wave to Daniel as he heads off to answer another call. 

I finally complete everything I need and stretch back, adding the last CD to my collection. However, before I can congratulate myself, my instincts have me surging to my feet.

Daniel.

I am on my feet and heading out of the door even as a woman I recognise as a friend of Hilary is rushing towards me. She sees in my eyes I know something is wrong.

"Hurry," she says succinctly, turning and running back the way she came.

I follow and as we turn the corner I shake the walls with my howl of pain and grief. I see my beloved fawn lying unconscious where he has fallen through fire doors that have now been secured open. A small group of concerned onlookers mill around whispering. He is being tended by Hilary and although I know her, I still growl threateningly as I approach my fallen mate.

"If you know First Aid I'll stand aside, Misha," she says, but my attention is suddenly focused elsewhere. 

There are two scents on Daniel's too-still form; male and female and I recognise both. I am barely aware of the muffled gasps around me as I draw back my lips and begin to slaver and snarl. Movement catches my eye and I have my hand wrapped around queen-bitch's bald bodyguard before he can take a half a dozen steps away from the scene. He is almost babbling with fear in his hopes of avoiding my fury.

"It was an accident," he chokes. "Angelique and I were pushing him. He tried to get past us and lost his balance. He wasn't meant to fall down the stairs; it wasn't supposed to be so serious."

"Shut up, you fool," Angelique growls.

The acrid smell of ammonia taints the air as I shake my prey roughly and he loses control of his bladder in his terror. I do not need to do anymore. He has confessed in front of witnesses. As much as I want to deal with him personally, I do the right thing. I throw him contemptuously aside, turning away as he hits the floor and slides into the wall.

"You're both guilty of assault," I growl at queen-bitch. 

"Do you think these will stand up as witnesses?" Angelique laughs harshly. "If they want to keep their jobs, they'll keep their silence."

I normally feel pretentious doing this, but today I take a perverse pleasure in slowly taking out my cellphone, flicking it open and hitting a speed-dial number.

"White King's Bishop to White King, we have checkmate. I repeat; we have checkmate." As I replace my phone I pull out my identity badge, smiling grimly. "This company is under Government investigation and control. All its accounts, assets, subsidiaries and sister companies are frozen and are under immediate lock-down. All senior managers are being placed under house arrest, their personal accounts and assets frozen, too. These people are under Government management now and I will expect a completed statement from each of them over what has been said here. You're going down hard, bitch," I say, getting into her personal space, forcing her to step back. "I'll make certain of it."

"Misha, Daniel needs you."

At Hilary's words I dismiss queen-bitch temporarily from my attention and drop to kneel alongside my mate.

"Misha...hurts," he whispers and my heart aches. 

I know he was trying to get back to me, to get to where he felt safe and I wish I could take away his pain. I tenderly stroke his cheek, seeing the bruising already starting to mar his beloved features.

"It's going to be ok, love," I assure. "The ambulance is on its way. Where hurts?"

"My...my back, my head and when...when I breathe."

I pray it is nothing more than bruising. My precious fawn could so easily have broken ribs. 

"What's happened, Misha? Is this your fawn?"

A large no-nonsense man is making his way determinedly towards me, taking in everything that is going on. Pete is one of the team I work with. His canine Chimera is evident in the way his nose flares almost constantly, taking in as much information by scent as he does from sight.

"I want her and the trash over there additionally charged with assault, Pete," I growl. "He confessed openly. Everyone here is a witness."

"I'm on it, Misha," he says, never staying still for a moment. "I saw the ambulance arriving."

Daniel tenses and Pete and I scent what has him so concerned. We turn to see the paramedics striding down the corridor. The leader is tall, broad, blond and lion, and as Daniel whimpers, Pete and I both growl. 

"Down, boys," the lion says, his voice rich and melodic and laced with suppressed humour. "Which of you does he trust most?"

"He's mine," I say belligerently, not taking kindly to his amusement.

"Then ensure he feels safe and let me do my job, wolf." He drops to his knees where Daniel can see him as I hold my fawn's hand. 

I am peripherally aware of Pete directing his attention to the group around us as others of my team appear, securing the building.

"I'm Chris," the lion says. "I need to check your injuries before I move you. What's your name, little fawn?"

"D...Daniel," my love whispers, his hand clutching at mine.

"Ok, Daniel. Let's get this over with and make you more comfortable, ok?"

I cannot help but be impressed at the constant litany of words from Chris' lips. At the continual reassurances and gentle touches, Daniel's nervousness evaporates and I am pleased and proud at his fortitude.

"I think you're just bruised, Daniel," Chris smiles, his prominent incisors clearly visible. "But even that's going to be a bitch for a few days. The neck brace is just a precaution, as is the backboard, but as much as I am sure I'm right, the hospital will need to scan you and verify it. Let's get going."

"What about my man" Angelique pouts, pointing at the unmoving form of man-mountain. She is trying to flirt with the lion even as Pete is arranging for her incarceration.

"Get another ambulance," Chris says dismissively and my respect for him soars. "Daniel is my concern. Your perfume is quite distinctive," he adds in a voice quite different from the one he uses with my fawn. It is a sound I would not like to hear directed at me and his lips are pulled back threateningly over his long, sharp teeth. "I wouldn't help you cross the road." He turns back to my fawn and the gentle smile is back in place. "Let's go. You can keep hold of your mate's hand when we have you in the ambulance."

" Misha. His name is Misha," Daniel says, his eyes seeking mine.

"Good to meet you, Misha. Let's get out of here. That perfume is making me ill."

****

I sit forlornly at Daniel's side. They gave him strong painkillers to make him comfortable after all his scans and they knocked him out which the medics are quite happy with. We are lucky. He will be bruised, as Chris predicted, but none of his bones are broken. One cheek, his right side and his back, but it could have been so much worse. I stroke the knuckles of Daniel's right hand, bringing it briefly to my lips. 

Pete came by and secured the CD evidence I have of the illicit trading and money laundering the company is involved in. Its employees are now effectively working for the Government whilst the company is allowed to continue its legitimate work. Pete is certain they will also testify regarding their treatment. It seems queen-bitch made a lot of people unhappy and all are prepared to stand up in court and have their say.

I called my Pop, needing to hear his voice and his reassurances that my precious fawn will be fine, as I paced the floor waiting for Daniel to be scanned. I called George and Helen not long ago and sent a car to collect them. I feel I have let them down and let down my sweet, gentle fawn. Despite my promises to protect him, I allowed him to be hurt.

I have paid for a private room in the hospital and I look up sharply as the door opens. A white-faced Helen and anxious George come in. I stand and release my hold on my mate as Helen goes immediately to his other side slipping her hand into Daniel's. I face George expecting an angry tirade regarding my failure. Instead I am pulled into a tight hug. It is the final straw. My hands clutch hard at George's solidity and I feel the tears leak free. My precious, precious fawn is hurt and there is nothing I can do. 

"Not your fault, Misha. Not your fault."

I finally make sense of George's words. I get my emotions back under control and gaze into his warm eyes.

"I've been there, remember?" George says. "As much as I wanted to be, I couldn't be everywhere to keep Daniel safe. You're no different."

I cannot say the words I need to convey my gratitude, but from the smile and nod from George, I am sure he understands. He joins Helen and I resume my seat, the three of us waiting for Daniel to open his beautiful eyes.

It is a couple of hours before our prayers are answered. I wait for Helen and George to kiss their son as Daniel awakes. As they sit back I lean down to bury my face into the unbruised side of his face and neck.

"Misha," Daniel murmurs drowsily. 

He tries to pet at me, but I hear the soft whimper of pain as he moves the arm on his bruised side.

"It's ok, love," I say. "You'll be sore for several days whilst the bruising heals, but there's nothing more serious."

He gazes up at me and the trust and love I see are a balm to my soul. There is no blame in his eyes.

We all jump as the door flies open and I hear my mate's soft gasp of surprise as he sees an older, broader, more silver version of me stride into the room and up to the bed.

"Pop?" I say, lost for any other words. To get here so quickly, he must have jumped onto a plane almost immediately.

"Your, Dad, Misha?" Daniel asks softly. "You are so alike. I can see where you get your looks from." 

"His good looks," my Pop says with a grin, although I can see the anxious way his eyes flit over Daniel's supine form. 

I move to let Pop get closer to Daniel and he kisses my fawn's cheeks, very gently, European style. I smile at the adorable blush on Daniel's unblemished cheek. That my Pop would be so openly affectionate speaks volumes. He goes to greet George and Helen and then he is back in front of me. I open my arms and am enveloped in a hug even harder than George's. I realise just how much I have missed this. I feel tears leak once more and hear Pop whispering endearments in Russian to me. He only releases me when I have my emotions back under control and he kisses me, smiling.

"I had to tell your brothers that a pack of wolves descending on Daniel now would be too much. I need to call them and let them know how he is." Pop reaches a hand towards Daniel who takes it, smiling shyly. "They want to come as soon as you feel your fawn is well enough, Misha," he adds. "I am sorry our first meeting was like this," he says to Daniel. "I hope I may visit whilst you recover?"

"I'd like that," Daniel smiles. I can hear the sincerity in his voice and know Pop will, too.

"I'll go make my call," Pops says, passing Daniel's hand to me. "Take good care of him," he tells me in Russian. "He's special."

"He is, Pop," I reply. "He's very special."

****

I tell Daniel the truth of my on-off job as a Government agent, a licensed computer-hacker, whilst he is still in hospital. I also tell him of the long-established business empire of my family of which I am a part. I want everything confessed before I bring him home. Pop returned to the rest of my family as Daniel was released from hospital and will return with them all in a few days. I need to have Daniel to myself for a while.

Daniel and I are in my, no, our real home. He is delighted to find so much of the real me here. The crystal that belonged to my maternal grandmother, as well as some of her jewellery and my maternal grandfather's wedding ring. I have already decided that my grandparents' rings will be the ones we exchange at our ceremony. He loves my art collection, my books, just about everything and it is genuine delight.

I love my fawn so damn much. 

I am treating him with the same reverent and delicate touches as I would grandma's crystal. He spent two days in hospital and I want to care for him properly now I have him home. We have been here a couple of days and Daniel is moving with more and more of his usual grace. He is still on painkillers to help, but tries to keep them to a minimum as they make him drowsy. We are sitting on the spacious settee, listening to soft music. I feel a sudden frisson as Daniel turns towards me.

Slowly, he manoeuvres himself to kneel astride my thighs. I have felt and scented his growing need, but I will only move at his speed. His fingers open my shirt and he lowers his head carefully to suckle at one of my nipples as his fingers trail through my chest fur.

"Make love with me, Misha," he pleads, looking at me with expressive eyes filled with want and need.

"Always," I vow, before mating my lips with his. I sink into his warm sweetness, our tongues sliding together in the slippery act our bodies yearn to imitate.

I surge to my feet and Daniel locks his legs around my waist. I am amazed I am able to negotiate the stairs, carrying my fawn as he nibbles delicately along my jaw and suckles my earlobe.

Who knew an earlobe could be such an erogenous zone?

I divest Daniel of his clothes and all but tear off my own. I lie on my back, spreading my legs and encourage Daniel to kneel between them. He understands immediately. His mouth worships me from my ankles to my knees in butterfly kisses, knee to hip with kitten licks. I groan as he ignores my already dripping erection to explore my chest, teeth occasionally tugging at my furred torso until my hips rise and fall in a rhythm beyond my conscious control.

Daniel moves up to my neck and rubs his nose in the hollow of my throat. Soft nips to the underside of my jaw elicit a helpless moan. Then his soft lips are on my eagerly waiting mouth and we share a breath of anticipation. Daniel's hands never cease their caresses until he reaches to the nightstand for our lube.

He pours it into my hand and over my primed cock, keeping his touches as light as possible as my oiled fingers are busy between his firm cheeks. I centre my young lover over my aching cock. I push up gently, just enough to push into his tight ring of protective muscle. He gasps and winces a little as his body stretches to accommodate my large girth, the slow progress means I am lodged within the guardian muscle. I feel Daniel's body clench in little spasms around the desired intruder. 

I groan as the tight heat of my fawn's body encloses the head of my cock, the pressure almost painful, and an involuntary thrust of my hips pushes it in further, taking me half way in Daniel's body. Daniel's eyes widen but he reacts quickly and slowly presses down to engulf me in his tight heat.

We have made love so few times that Daniel's precious body is still unused to being entered and he whimpers as my cock penetrates deeper into his body. The burn of almost virginal muscles stretching make his eyes water and I murmur a soothing litany as I move my hands into a more comfortable position around his waist. I pull Daniel down and capture his eager lips in a long, drawn out kiss that leaves us both gasping for air. I feel Daniel's inner muscles begin to relax and he pushes down once more. I feel his body sink slowly, impaling himself on my hard, throbbing cock. I bring one of Daniel's hands to my lips and press a kiss into the palm.

"You're in control, Daniel. However you want." I give control of our lovemaking to my precious fawn.

Daniel hesitates for a moment, impaled on my rock-hard flesh, then moves slowly...experimentally. The long slow glide up teases me into a higher state of excitement. But then Daniel can electrify me by just looking in my direction. A haze of desire is growing with each passing moment and with every undulating movement of my sweet love. The urge to thrust is becoming overwhelming, but I try to hold on to my control and let Daniel do what he will.

"Misha" Daniel moans as he accidently finds his jewel and I cannot resist thrusting up to stimulate it further. "Do it again." Daniel's voice drops in pitch and I respond to the need I hear. 

Daniel's hands slide up to my shoulders whilst mine move to the slim hips that ride me. The look on Daniel's face is one I have not seen before as he is lost in his rapture. He is so damn beautiful. I begin to push up harder, stimulating Daniel's pleasure spot with every thrust. My fawn grinds his hips down in a spiral motion each time I push up, clenching when my cock is at its deepest within his body, clearly satisfied with the moans that spill from my lips.

Daniel's movements are crumbling my resolve to let him control our lovemaking, but at the look of sexual abandon on his face, I doubt Daniel will care. With a loud roar I give into my instincts, hips powering in strong movements which drive my cock hard and fast into Daniel, making my fawn moan in delirious pleasure. 




Opposites Attract



I reach for Daniel's eager erection that bobs enticingly and elegantly as he rides me and begin to loosely stroke the crimson shaft. Its head is flared and weeping and the extra stimulation is all that Daniel needs. He freezes, his face a mask of erotic ecstasy, while he pulses out his pleasure. The sight is enough to push me over the edge, the milking muscles of Daniel's channel wringing my own pleasure from me, and I fill him with my living essence. Daniel collapses onto my chest as my seed still pulses into him and my teeth fasten carefully on his unbruised shoulder to mark him as mine.

I cradle him tenderly, whispering words of love and endearment, resting my cheek on his dark tresses that smell of the shampoo we favour and Daniel's own clean scent. 

"Oh, Misha, I felt like I was flying." The drowsy tones are muffled against my chest. 

I understand now why my fawn took his painkillers without complaint. I am pleased that Daniel feels confident to ask for what he needs. We complement each other so well. I smile at the sounds of sleep spilling from Daniel's sweet lips. I suddenly realise that a cold feeling that had lodged in my stomach has lifted. Daniel is recovering and is safe in my arms. I give a contented sigh. I will contact Pop and get the family over in the next few days. I believe my fawn is ready to meet them.

****

Daniel is nervous and excited in equal measure. He and Helen have been unseen all morning, cooking an assortment of Russian food for my family. The smell from the kitchen has my nose twitching appreciatively.

Although my fawn knows he has my father's favour, he wants to know my brothers also approve. I have no doubts. The doorbell sounding has Daniel and Helen racing in. Helen takes her place at George's side, smoothing her hair and trying to look composed. Daniel rushes to mine, his eyes anxious.

"They'll love you as I do," I assure.

We go to the door and I hear Daniel's soft gasp. He knew Pop and I were alike, but now he is looking at a small pack of us, all similar in appearance. I smile to myself as Pop makes the introductions, another way of showing his approval. I see that Dawn, my oldest brother Vasha's wife, is pregnant again. My next brother, Dmitry, tells us his wife is also expecting and my youngest brother Ilya has a boyfriend who is introduced as Ben. So much has happened in the time I was so self-indulgent.

My brothers and I all smile affectionately as Daniel drops to his knees, cooing delightedly, to accept the small gifts from my niece and nephew, the children taking immediately to my fawn and my family scenting Daniel's genuine happiness.

****

The meal is a great success. Afterwards I watch my fawn, Helen, Ilya and Ben join in some board games with my sisters and the children. As the young ones tire and are taken to bed, Helen joins George whilst Daniel sits on the floor to chat to Ilya and Ben. I smile happily and then raise an eyebrow as Pop nudges my knee, nodding at the trio.

On hands and knees, I stalk my fawn. He is so engrossed he does not sense my approach and squeals indignantly as I pounce and my family laugh. However, I forget how fast he is and before I can prevent it, I am on my back, Daniel's hands ruffling my hair furiously until I look like I stuck my finger in a socket. Everyone roars with laughter as Daniel sits astride my chest, a smile of satisfaction on his flushed face.

"Don't dis' a deer, Misha," George manages to say, and the laughter begins again, Daniel and I joining in. It tails off as I draw Daniel into a loving kiss. 

Daniel has brought me so much joy I cannot put into words and I love him so much. As I look up into his eyes, I see that love reflected in sensual, sienna orbs. We help each other to stand and I notice his wince as some of his bruises protest the rough-housing. I sweep him into my arms and he nestles against me trustingly.

"Daniel needs to rest a little. He's still on medication," I tell the family, although everyone is aware of what transpired. "We'll be back in an hour or so. Help yourselves to anything you want."

I lay my precious bundle on our bed and Daniel burrows into my arms, asleep in seconds due to a mix of exhaustion, nerves and painkillers. I will not sleep, preferring to guard that of my beloved fawn. Instead I lie and hold him safe and give thanks for the joy he has brought and for two loving families on which we can rely. I look forward with relish to the life we will share with them.