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Secret Keeper Ch. 01

By: WhimsicalEroticist



Awkward. It was very, very awkward.

"Don't you like me?" she asked.

"Of course I do," I replied, "I've always liked you. That's why I've worked so hard to help you."

The "she" I'm referring to was Raelene, an 18 year old student at Bridgeport High School. As guidance counselor, I'd been meeting with Rae for over two years, after she came to me and confessed she had an alcolhol problem. We cut a deal: I promised not to tell the principal (which would lead to some serious consequences) or her mother (maybe even more serious consequences) if she promised to stop drinking and check in with me each week. I figured it would be worth the risk as long as it worked. After all, the goal is to help kids, not punish them, right?

She kept her end of the bargain. Every week she would set an appointment with me, and not once did she miss it. And every week she told me that she successfully made it without drinking any alcohol. I was confident she was telling the truth too. At first I would subtly check with other kids to see if there were indications that she had gone to any parties, but there never was. When I went to the lunch room, I noted that she sat with completely different students than before she started meeting with me.

"Then why are you going on a date tomorrow night?" she asked.

"What?" I said completely dumbfounded. First of all, I was taken aback by the fact that she seemed to be jealous. I had heard that school girls get crushes on their teachers, but I never actually thought that would happen to me.

Second, I was shocked that she considered it a date. I wasn't surprised that she knew about it – it was with her mother after all. But we were simply getting together for a cup of coffee after school the next day.

"You're going out with my mother tomorrow," she replied. "That's what."

"We're just having coffee," I said. "But you don't have to worry, I'm not going to tell her anything about your problems. Those will remain our secret."

As she stepped around the side of the desk to eliminate the barrier between us, she responded, "You think I'm worried about that? You don't understand women at all, do you?"

"What on earth are you talking about Rae?" I said.

"Oh come on Mr. Z.," she said as she took a step closer to me so that I could now smell the coconut fragrance of her shampoo. "Do you really not know how I feel? And don't you know how you feel?"

I just looked at her. For a man who usually had a well thought out response (I was a counselor after all), I had no idea how to respond.

"Oh come on," she continued. "You can't tell me you don't feel anything towards me. Do you remember your reaction last year when we were decorating for homecoming?"

The truth is I had forgotten. Or more accurately, I had repressed it. You see, as class advisor I was helping the students decorate for the homecoming dance. Rae and I were putting up streamers. She wasn't tall enough to reach so I came up behind her to help her. While we were reaching up together to tape the streamer, her buttocks rubbed against my groin which produced the natural reaction of any red-blooded, straight, American male. I instantly had an erection.

I walked away immediately, hoping that she hadn't noticed. It was after all absolutely wrong for an educator of any kind to touch and/or react to any student in such a way. So I got out of there quick. And then I repressed the memory. Wiped it out of my data base. Or so I thought. 

As soon as she mentioned that moment, it all came rushing back. I remembered the reaction. And when I did, it left me just as speechless as I had been a moment earlier.

"I can tell by the look on your face that you do," she said. "And the fact that you have nothing to say tells me that you feel the same way that I do. So let me help you out here. You like me and I like you," she said as she moved her hand to my crotch and began to gently rub my penis, "and it's about time that we did something about it."

Before telling you what happened next, let me describe Raelene to you. When I first started meeting with her, she was only 15 but looked more like she was 12. Skinny as a rail, she was only about five feet and had no curves to speak of. In fact, except for the nubbins that protruded out of her tee shirt or the outline of the training bra when she chose to wear one, you wouldn't have even recognized her as a girl. Her short hair and dark complexion looked just like that of a shaggy haired latino boy.

But when she turned 16, Rae practically blossomed overnight. She gained three inches in height and quite a few more in her chest. Her breasts swelled to a size large enough to call her well endowed, at least for a woman of five foot three. These were perfectly complemented by a bum which ballooned out perfectly to form a nice curve that disappeared into very shapely legs. 

Now, at age 18, Rae's long dark hair and Mediterranean complexion mixed with her beautifully proportioned and now nicely filled out body, gave her the look that could be mistaken for a 35 year old or a 16 year old. And she was the envy of most women and an head turner to virtually all straight men.

So it was this beautiful young lady - who had caused an involuntary (or was it voluntary?) reaction in me that I was trying to forget - who I had spent over a year trying to not notice – it was this beautiful sexy young lady who was now gently stroking my rapidly hardening cock.

I wanted to let it continue but the rational side of me prevailed momentarily. I began to reach for her hand and started to speak, "I'm fla..." 

But before I could complete the word "flattered" there was a knock on the door. I looked down and my dockers had a tent in them. Rae had this devious smile on her face. Fortunately (though the rational side of me did not consider it fortunate at the time) she reacted quickly. She pushed me down onto my chair while she ducked inside the desk where the chair usually sets.

"Come in," I said to whoever was on the other side of the door as I pretended to be working on some paper work.

"Hi Mrs. Walker," I said as the American Literature teacher walked in. But that is all that I recall of our conversation. You see, as soon as she started speaking to me about whatever it was she needed me for, Rae decided to "take advantage" of the situation, or at least "take advantage" of me.

Her hand returned to my crotch. It wasn't long before she was ever so slowly unzipping my fly so as not to make any noise. I of course could do nothing because if I did, I would betray Rae's location to Mrs. Walker and we would both be in big trouble.

As Mrs. Walker rambled on, Rae forged ahead in her fondling. Running her soft hands up and down the shaft of my cock she found that it got increasingly more erect. That seemed to encourage her in her explorations. So she cupped my balls and gently played with them. When she got a little to rough and I jumped – ever so slightly as not to alert Mrs. Walker – she stifled a giggle and leaned forward and gave my balls a silent but absolutely exhilarating kiss. 

Again, my reaction encouraged her. This time my shudder at the kiss resulted in her using her tongue to make a path up the shaft of my penis. When she got to the head, she ever so lovingly sucked it into her mouth while rolling her tongue all the way around it.

"Yes, I'll get to that first thing in the morning," I promised Mrs. Walker, having no idea what it was I just promised. 

"Thank you Mr. Zelman, I really appreciate it," she said as she closed the door. 

I let out a deep breath as the door clicked shut, relieved that we had not been discovered. I looked down at Rae. She looked up at me, holding my penis in her hand.

"Go lock the door Mr. Z.," she said firmly.

"What?" I said sheepishly.

"Go lock the door, now," she said even more authoritatively.

I was powerless. She could have told me to run naked through the streets of town at that point and I would have done it. So I got up and locked the door to my office, which by the way, was within the main office of the school.

When I returned to my office chair, Rae was sitting on top of my desk, her shirt and bra removed. My mouth dropped open a bit when I looked at the incredible sight in front of me.

"What do you think Mr. Z.," Rae said to me. "Do you like what you see?" Once again, I found myself speechless. "I'll take that as a yes," she said as she got down on her knees in front of my chair again. 

"I have to say, I like what I see," she said as she put both hands around the base of my penis and leaned forward and took the head in her mouth once again. After sucking on it for a few glorious moments, Rae gradually pulled up while keeping a tight suction, giving me an incredible sensation. Then a small popping sound came forth as she pulled her mouth off of my cock and I just about jumped out of my seat with exhileration.

"I like the taste of it too," she said looking up at me. And then, with a sympathetic look, she said, "But where's my manners. I bet you're hungry too." 

With that, she stood up, her chest being perfectly even with my face. Reaching around my neck she placed her hand on the back on my head and slowly pulled my head forward to her left breast. "Why don't you see how this tastes," she said as I opened my mouth to receive her very firm nipple.

At first I locked my lips around the nipple alone, just flicking the tip of it a little with my tongue. My hands, quite naturally, went to each of the breasts, relishing in their softness and offering attention through caress to the breast that was not presently in my mouth. Then as she started to moan and then pull my head forward a bit harder I took her entire areola and then and much of her breast as I could into my mouth. This caused her to cry out a bit louder with pleasure, so much so that I had to reach up with my hand to cover her mouth, reminding her that we were still in the school and that people may be just outside the door.

Once I had paid proper attention to each of her breasts, she pulled back from me and stood in front of me, cupping her beautiful C cup breasts in her small hands. "I knew you liked them," she said as she held them up for me to see.

And then she dropped back down on her knees and took my penis deep into her mouth – probably deeper than any woman ever has. After a few moments of this, and my cock feeling harder than it has ever been, she released it and looked up at me. 

"You didn't hide it very well," she said to me before descending back down upon my stiff member. After just about the same amount of time, she released again and looked at me. "I saw you look at me when I had tight shirts on and try to take sneak peaks when I had low cut blouses on," she said right before she took my penis in her mouth again.

She was right. I couldn't help but notice her form fitting shirts as her breasts matured. And when cleavage was visible, there always seemed to be a time when she leaned over the desk offering me a quick look at those beautiful, beautiful breasts. But never did I imagine that I would see them in their fullness, let alone have them in my mouth, as I had on this day.

Again, Rae released my penis and looked up at me. "I love that you love my breasts," she said. And this time, instead of taking my penis in her mouth, she leaned forward and placed it between her breasts. Then taking her hands, she pressed gently on the outside of her breasts so that my penis was totally engulfed in her cleavage. It felt heavenly. 

"Please, Mr. Z.," she said as she moved my penis up and down between her breasts as though it were intercourse, "please come on my breasts for me."

Well, she did not have to ask me twice. It only took two or three more strokes of my cock within her breasts and I could not hold back any longer. My sperm spurted forth with energy that had not been present in years, hitting her eyebrows and bangs and chin and shoulders.

I moaned as I climaxed, not having felt that satisfied in years. And I swear, Rae moaned with me. I remember thinking, "Did she have an orgasm too?" And then I answered myself, "No, she couldn't have."

As I came down from my high, I kissed Rae full on the lips and said, as I let out another deep and grateful sigh, "Thank you... thank you so much." And I swear, I heard her say the same thing simultaneously.

After that, for a long period, or at least what seemed like a long period, we just held each other. She on her knees her arms wrapped around my waist and check resting on my belly. Me sitting on my chair, arms around her shoulders, one hand playing ever so gently with her hair. It was heavenly.

Finally, she broke the moment. Slowly she pushed away from me standing up. I just sat, looking at this beautiful goddess in front of me. 

She picked up her bra and put it on slowly. I remember thinking, "I never knew someone could put a bra on so seductively." She did the same with her blouse.

After she was dressed, she carefully stuffed my penis back in my pants and my boxers. She then zipped up my trousers and buckled my belt. Before leaving, she leaned forward and gave me a long, wet and suggestive kiss.

"Have fun with mom," she said as she turned and walked toward the door. Before opening the door, she turned back toward me and said, "I think it is best if this remains our little secret," she said. Then she opened the door and left me there, still speechless.

Secret Keeper Ch. 02



Awkward. It was doubly awkward.

All night I thought about the incident in my office. One moment I would be lost in the thrill and ecstasy of an absolutely gorgeous eighteen year old who had seduced and had her way with me. But the next moment I would be filled with guilt for violating the trust between a student and an educator.

The thing is, something like "this" had never happened to me. It's not as if I am eye candy to women. At 31 years old, I'm neither tall nor short – just five feet eleven. I certainly would never be labeled as muscular. In fact, I used to be quite skinny, but now had filled out a little, but mostly due to frozen pizzas and Taco Bell. I wasn't fat, but carried just a little extra – maybe ten extra pounds – giving me small love handles and just enough belly to hide my ribs.

The truth is, all of my success with women had come as a result of my personality and my sincere interest in their lives. Don't get me wrong, I usually have not had a problem finding companionship, and usually with a rather good looking woman. But it comes as a result of who I am rather than how I look.

But I knew "this" could never happen again. It was wrong. It could ruin my future and it could ruin Rae's future. So the next day, when I got to school, I had my secretary call her to my office.

I was out discussing something with my secretary when she arrived. When Rae saw me look up at her, a big smile came across her face. "Good morning Mr. Z," she said. I'm not sure, but I think she winked at me. I hoped I was wrong because I feared my secretary might notice.

"Hi Rae," I said, "go on in. I'll be in in just a second."

"Sure thing," she said and walked into my office. As she walked by, the profile of her perfectly proportioned body was apparent because of her tight fitting jeans and form fitting white blouse.

After finishing my instructions to the secretary, I followed her into my office. When I entered, I saw her standing at the left side of my desk. Once I got through the door and took a step toward my desk, she stepped behind me and pushed the door shut.

I turned around leaning back and sitting on the front edge of my desk. Rae stood with her back to the door, her hands behind her on the door knob. I saw her turn the lock on the door before brining her hands to the top of her low cut blouse. Undoing the top button, she said, "About yesterday, Mr. Z. ..."

"That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about," I interrupted her.

"Oh, Mr. Z., I'm so glad," Rae said as she took a step forward.

Before she could get any closer, I reached up and gently grasped her arms just below her shoulders, keeping my arms stiff so she could not advance any further. "Yesterday was a big mistake," I said. "We can't let that happen again."

Her entire demeanor deflated. "What do you mean? I know you liked it Mr. Z. And I know you like me."

"Rae," I said, "I'm your school counselor. This isn't right. I can't do this. I'm too old for you.""

"But Mr. Z. ..." she tried to say before I interrupted her.

"Rae, even if I do like you, I can't do anything about it. I could get arrested for what we did yesterday."

"But I'm 18," she replied. "I'm an adult. I consented. You can't get in trouble."

"I'm a teacher. You're a student. I can get fired and my whole career could be ruined," I said, but by this point I had dropped my arms, removing the barrier between us.

Stepping forward into my intimate space and reaching her arms up around my shoulders, "But Mr. Z., you can't say that yesterday didn't mean anything to you. I could tell."

It took all my will power to do what I did next. For I wanted in the worst way to take her in my arms, give her a deep passionate kiss, tell her how beautiful she was, and proceed to plant kisses all over her before making sweet and long and sensitive love to her goddess like body.

Instead, I reached up and pulled her arms from my shoulder, pushing them back to her sides. "I'm sorry, Rae," I said to her. But I couldn't add anymore as I could not bring myself to lie to her with those big sad eyes looking up to me.

After a very long and very awkward silence and stare down, she finally said, "So, are you going to go out with my mother tonight?"

Truth is that my appointment with her mother was just about the last thing on my mind. But it was this appointment that had set off the events the other day. "We're just having coffee," I said. "Nothing else. And besides, what's that got to do with anything."

Rae's look suddenly turned to the all too familiar look of that of a teenager who was confronted with a clueless adult. "Whatever," she said and then turned to go. But the door that she had locked got in the way of her flight.

Quickly I reached for her shoulders and turned her back toward me. "Listen Rae," I said with desperation in my voice, "we need to continue on as we always have. You've come too far. I need you come and see me each week to check in. I don't want you to slide back into the wrong crowd and into drinking again."

"Ok. Fine." She shot back at me and then turned, this time successfully turning the lock and making a hasty exit.

"Well that didn't go so well," I thought to myself. But then I retreated into the state that I had been in since that time at the homecoming dance, the state of repression. Just like that I repressed the feelings I had for Raelene, sexual and otherwise, so that I could carry on with my life.

That evening I did go for coffee with Rae's mother. I assumed that it was mostly a professional appointment, that we would just be talking about Rae. But Rae's intuitions were right. Her mother had invited me to coffee for social reasons.

I arrived first at the "Ground Bean Café." When Rae's mother arrived, I greeted her formally, "Hello Mrs. Bronson," I said.

"Oh please, call me Wendy," she said right away. "I can't stand being so formal."

And from that point, there was no formality about the next two hours whatsoever. And Wendy and I did not talk about Rae at all, unless it had to do with Wendy's life. 

As it turns out, Wendy is only three years older than me (and only two if you go by high school class). She told me she got married and pregnant at sixteen. This explained why she looked as if she could be Rae's sister rather than her mother. 

Wendy was about three inches taller than Rae and looked to be more slender. But that was probably more a result of the additional height rather than the actual thinness. Her complexion and facial features, including the full round cheeks with large dimples that flashed when she smiled were obviously passed on to Rae. Her hair would have looked the same, except the fact that she had it styled like a woman of the '90's or early 2000's. shaved closely on the sides and permed on the top. Along with the large gold hoops dangling from her ears, this kept her from being mistaken for a woman much younger than she was.

We talked for two hours straight without one moment of awkward silence. Even as outgoing and personable as I am, that had never happened on a first meeting with a person of the other gender.

"Oh my," Wendy said suddenly, "look what time it is. I better get home. I need to cook dinner for Rae."

"I'd offer to drive you home," I said, "but I walked here."

"So did I," she said.

"Well then," I said, not having the sense to know the danger I was flirting with, "why don't I walk you home."

The seven block walk to her townhome was just as pleasant and vibrant as the time in the coffee shop. While we walked we agreed to get together again on Friday after work for an adult beverage.

When we arrived at her door, I was about to bid her farewell, when she said, "Would you like to stay for..."

But before she could finish, the door burst open and Rae stepped out right between us. She turned toward her mom and said, "What's for dinner?"

Because she was between us and had drawn her mother's attention toward her face as she spoke, Wendy did not notice that Rae had reached backward with her left hand and placed it on my groin. In the brief moment between question and answer, Rae ever so gently fondled my balls with her hand, causing an instant reaction in me.

"I was just about to ask Ian to join us for dinner," she said.

"Really," Rae replied. Then turning toward me, "So Ian, would you like to join us for dinner, whatever it turns out to be?" And with that she squeezed a little harder so that I had a momentary look of horror on my face.

"That's Mr. Zelman to you Rae," Wendy gently corrected her daughter.

"Oh, Ian is fine outside of school," I said. "But please make sure you call me Mr. Zelman or Mr. Z. when we're in school."

"Well okey dokey then Mr. Z.," Rae responded indignantly, "will you be sharing vittles with us?"

At that moment, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I knew it was probably a sports update, but it gave me a great out. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I looked down at it with a shocked look on my face. "I'm sorry, I can't stay," I said. "Something's just come up."

"I'm sorry to here that," said Wendy. "Well maybe Friday then. Thanks for a delightful afternoon." With that she went inside saying, "Come on Rae, let's find something to eat."

"Be right there mom," Rae said, allowing a few seconds for her mom to get further inside. Then she turned toward me with her most evil smile, "Something came up? You bet it did," she giggled as she moved her hand up and grabbed my almost fully erect penis. "I'll see you right here on Friday night," she said before rubbing up and down my penis quickly a couple times and then adding two gentle squeezes for good measure. Then she too disappeared inside the townhome, closing the door behind her.

Drinks with Wendy on Friday night were just as enjoyable as coffee was. We talked as if we'd been old friends getting reacquainted, but with the added thrill of discovery from being new acquaintances mixed with the sexual tension from different genders.

And the sexual tension was indeed there. I found myself noticing the form fitting sweater and the tight fitting skirt as soon as Wendy walked in. It was business attire, but it was very flattering business attire. 

On top of that, it seemed that Wendy reached out and made physical contact whenever she got a chance. Weather it was a hand on the shoulder as she laughed at one of my lame jokes or a sympathetic palm on the top of my hand as I shared a sad moment in my life, each touch sent shivers from my neck down to my toes.

Before we left, Wendy invited me to come to her house for dinner. I accepted of course, for how could I say no to such a beautiful and delightful woman? But when I arrived at her townhome, I realized it may have been a better idea to decline the invitation. Rae served as our greeting party and host when we got there.

"Hi mom! Hi Ian!" she exclaimed as we walked in the door. "I'm glad you're here. I've made supper for you. I thought we could sit down and have a wonderful dinner together, just the three of us."

"Well, that's very thoughtful of you," Wendy said to her daughter. "Rae, you never cease to amaze me!" And then she stepped forward and gave her daughter a hug.

I, on the other hand, stood speechless. For Rae stood there dressed to attract. Wearing a very light beige mini skirt that was pulled tight at the waist with a black belt, it highlighted both her curvaceous buttocks and her voluptuous chest. The color was light enough that her dark complexion needed neither nylons nor a tan line to show offer her shapely legs. Meanwhile, her flat blue button up spaghetti strap top was tight enough to reveal her nipples and betray the fact that she was braless, while loose enough to make me hope she leaned over and revealed more of her cleavage.

"Let me take you to your seats," Rae said as her mother released her from the hug. "You first mom." She proceeded to take her by the elbow and guide her to her seat.

Returning, she said to me, "And now you Ian," and with her back to her mother, she looked up at me and slowly licked her top lip. Holding her elbow out so that I would take it, she said, "Well?"

"Oh," I said rather clumsily and put my arm through hers. She led me to the side of the table opposite Wendy and pulled the chair out for me.

"Here you go," she said. As I sat down, she reached for the cloth napkin on the table. With a flick of the wrist she opened it and said in a very formal voice, "Your napkin sir." But as she placed it on my lap, her hand reached under it and gave me the now familiar caress.

"Damn her," I thought. "Wendy and I were getting along just fine. Why does she have to distract me so?"

"Well, dinner is served then," she said as she popped up and then disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later she arrived carrying two plates, each with a small steak, a baked potato, and a serving of mixed vegetables. 

Setting a plate in front of her mother, she said, again in the formal voice, "For you ma'am." And then turning to me, she leaned over to set the plate down and said, "And for you kind sir."

Deciding to play along, I mustered up my most formal voice and said, "Why thank you madam," as I eyed the steak and potato. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she remained leaned over the table. As I turned my gaze slightly in her direction I realized why. For there right in front of my face was a look into her top at her braless breasts. I noticed that her gaze looked down and caught the fact that my napkin now looked like a big top tent. She smiled deviously as she rose to return to the kitchen to fetch her plate.

She returned from the kitchen with her plate and set it in front of the chair between Wendy and I. Just when Rae was about sit down she exclaimed, "Oh yes, I almost forgot," and she disappeared into the kitchen again. Just moments later she reemerged, holding a bottle of wine in her hands. 

"Mademoiselle," she said to her mother displaying the bottle of wine. Then turning to me, "Monsieur, Cabernet Sauvignon?" she asked in perfect French, waiting for my approval.

"Tres bien," I responded, maxing out what vocabulary I retained from high school French.

Rae proceeded to pour a glass for her mother and then one for me. As she stood up after pouring my glass, her mother said, "Rae, why don't you have a glass also. After all, you are 18 and you've worked so hard to fix this meal. Go ahead."

I could tell Rae wasn't sure what to do. On top of that, my counselor instinct kicked in. So I piped in, "Maybe that isn't such a good idea, Rae."

"I don't think it will hurt that much," Wendy commented with a bit of irritation in her voice. This is the first time we had not seen eye to eye on something.

"No mom," Rae said. "I think Mr. Z. is right. I'm not graduated yet and I don't want to compromise my standing in National Honor Society or lose my spot in the musical."

"Yes honey, you're right," Wendy said to Rae. "You are so level headed and responsible. I'm so proud of you. And besides, I suppose if you had a glass of wine it would put Ian in a rather awkward position."

Then leaning over me to put the wine on the table, she made sure that her glorious breasts were just inches from my face. "Yes, we wouldn't want to put Ian in an awkward position now, would we," she said, Wendy being completely oblivious to the sarcasm.

As Rae stood back up and returned to her seat, Wendy was busy cutting her steak. I sat there, however, with a horrified look on my face. Rae simply looked at me with a great big smile, winked with her left eye, then seductively licked her top teeth with her lips. This really scared me and I quickly looked down at my plate, grabbed my knife and fork and began cutting so that Wendy would not see the terror I was feeling.

During dinner, Rae made sure our wine glass was full. That did not take much for me as I was sipping ever so slowly, too afraid of what alcohol might do to my already shaken demeanor. Wendy on the other hand, savored the red wine with the red meat and hardly even noticed when her daughter opened another bottle, just for her.

The remainder of the dinner went by without a hitch, the conversation very pleasant and enjoyable with a lot of laughter. I began to relax and, more importantly, forget about the two incidents from earlier in the meal. 

When we were finished, Rae announced, "I rented a movie, why don't you two go put it in and watch the previews while I do the dishes. I'll be in after a bit."

"Rae, you are so thoughtful tonight," Wendy said. "I don't know what I've done to deserve this but I think I'll take advantage of it and take this beautiful hunk of a man into the living room with me," then hooking her arm into mine, she led me out of the room. Obviously, the wine had loosened her up somewhat.

In the living room, I sat on the love seat while she grabbed the DVD. I couldn't help but notice her butt as she leaned over to put the disk in the player. I'm not sure there was a 21 year old alive who had anything on her. As she stood up, she arched her back, highlighting both her rump and her perfectly proportioned breasts. I think I was staring at that point, but if she noticed she did not let on.

I was sitting on the love seat, my left arm on the arm rest and my right arm on the top of the back. Wendy came over and sat next to me, cuddling right up to me and placing her head on my shoulder. My right arm naturally came off the top couch and dropped around her shoulder, pulling her in just a little closer.

It was a magical moment - much like two kids holding hands for the first time. We sat there speechless, relishing the newness of holding one another so close and so affectionately. We watched the previews, or should I say, we looked at the TV while the previews were running, having no idea what was playing. We simply enjoyed this very intimate and sensual first for us.

Finally, Wendy broke the silence. "You know," she said, "I'm glad Rae made such a nice dinner for us, but I sorta wish she weren't here."

"Really?" I said looking down at her longingly, "Just exactly what is it you would do if she weren't here?"

"Well," she replied as she leaned up toward my face, "I think I'd start by doing this," at which point she proceeded to kiss me. It wasn't just any kiss. It was a gentle, sensuous, yearning kiss – a kiss I'd never experienced before. You've heard about the kiss where the couple sees fireworks. Well this was sort of like that. Only I didn't see fireworks, I felt them. It was incredible. It was as exhilarating as any orgasm I had ever had. But this was an orgasm of the head and the heart rather than the loins.

When she finally pulled away from the kiss, she said to me, "And then, I might just do something like this," at which point she moved her hand, which I had not even realized was resting on my thigh, up to my groin and began to ever so gently rub my penis through my khakis.

It only took a few seconds for my penis to reach full erection. It would not have taken her very much longer to give me an orgasm of the loins except for the fact that right about that time Rae's voice came from behind us.

"All done with the dishes, is it time for the movie yet?" she said.

Wendy's hand shot away from my groin as if it were a hot potato. I shifted to my right to try to cover up the bulge in my trousers. This actually brought Wendy closer and may have made things worse. However, as Rae sat down on the recliner, her eyes were looking at the TV, not at us.

The movie started, but it did not have my attention what so ever. I was sitting on a love seat cuddling with a beautiful woman who I was crazy about, while her daughter sat just a couple yards from us, the very daughter who had put my penis in her mouth and then used her breasts to bring me to climax less than a week earlier. I was hardly ready to pay attention to whatever romantic comedy Rae had picked out for us.




Secret Keeper Ch. 03



Wendy walked me to my car when it was time for me to leave. When we got to the car, wanting in the worse way to see each other really soon, we set another coffee date for Monday night. Then she reached up around my neck and pulled my head down to meet her and we locked in another one of those incredibly erotic kisses that made me feel the boom of the fireworks. 

As we held the kiss and our tongues explored and teased each other, we pulled closer. She could hardly help but feel the bulge in my pants. "Some day soon I hope to attend to your stiffness," she whispered to me as our lips released each other. She was completely clueless as to the initial cause of the erection. But then again, after holding this beautiful woman in my arms in such a loving embrace - the women who very well may be the woman of my dreams - I too was oblivious to the initial cause of my erection. For I was completely focused on Wendy.

The initial cause of the erection was Wendy's eighteen year old daughter Raelene. Better known as Rae, I had learned just a week earlier that she had been harboring a crush on me for some time. But I learned it as Rae made some irresistible advances on me.

As a school psychologist, I had been counseling Rae for a couple years, helping her through a drinking issue when she was a skinny pre pubescent fifteen year old. Each week she would come to my office, I would ask her if she'd had anything to drink that week, she would say "no", and then we would talk for a while about whatever was on her mind.

After that night, however, those weekly visits stopped. She had a standing appointment each week. But for the next two months, when that appointment came up, my secretary would come into my office and say, "Rae had a test today so she couldn't keep her appointment, but she sent this note." 

And the note had always said the same thing: "No, I did not have a drink this week. See you next week."

Normally, I wouldn't worry about such a thing. After all, most seniors did not want to bother with seeing the school shrink during their last two months of high school. But I knew Rae was pretty upset with me. She made it very clear to me that she did not want me seeing her mother. But at the same time, I was kind of glad that she wasn't coming to see me. Because I was (and still am) absolutely crazy about her mother.

Wendy and I saw each other at least two or three times a week during those two months - sometimes as much as four or five times a week. We continued to grow closer and closer. 

We would meet for coffee or for a drink and talk about everything. No subject was off limits and both of us felt completely comfortable sharing everything with each other.

One night we were talking about our divorces. My wife had divorced me after only four years of marriage. "She was pretty materialistic," I told Rae. "She wanted more than a school psychologist was going to be able to give her. So she left. I loved her and miss her, but it would have happened eventually. She wanted a lifestyle, not a husband."

"Marty left me because he couldn't deal well with the truth," Rae told me. "We had ten wonderful years of marriage until my dad died. After that I felt like I had to be fully open with him about Rae."

"As you know, Marty and I were just kids when we got married. He was 19 and I was 16 when we got married. After ten years, when I was 26, I felt it was time to have another child so we began to talk about it. 'But I think before we expand our family I need to share something from my past with you,' I told him."

"Marty sat there with a stunned look on his face while I told him a secret that I had never revealed to anyone. My mother died shortly after my sixteenth birthday. My father, a pastor at a local church, was grief stricken. For months he would sit in the house and stare aimlessly out the window, or pace the hallway. When he was washing dishes, sometimes he would spend 15 minutes scrubbing one single plate, lost in thought, paying very little attention to what he was doing. My little sister, Robin, and I had no idea what to do for him."

"One night I came home from a school dance and I found him lying on his bed sobbing. 'O Daddy,' I said to him as I lay down on the bed by him and pulled his arms around me so we could cuddle like when I was a little girl. 'We miss mommy too, but we'll get through this together. We talked for a long time that night about mom - about the many things we missed about her. Eventually we fell asleep."

"Then during the night, I woke to feel something strange pressing against me. Then a hand reached up my skirt and pulled my panties to the side. 'Daddy! What are you doing?' I said shocked and terrified."

"'Don't fight it honey,' he said to me. 'Stop it Daddy,' I said and tried to get up. But he wrapped is strong arms around me and held me down. He placed his hand over my mouth to muffle my protests and forced himself inside of me. It was over rather quickly but to me it seemed like an eternity. Physically it hurt terribly, but the emotional blow from the violation and betrayal was much more damaging. When he finally let up on his hold on me, I wriggled away and went and locked myself into my room for three days."

"Oh my gosh, Wendy, you must have been devastated," I said, riveted to her story.

"I was," she said. "But even worse, this happened while I was ovulating. And sure enough, two weeks later I bought a pregnancy test and it came up positive."

"So what did you do?" I asked, expecting to hear about an abortion.

"I got married," she said rather matter of factly.

"What?" I said stunned.

"Marty and I got married. We were crazy about each other. And for a long time Marty had been trying to convince me to do more than the kissing and heavy petting we would do every chance we got. But I would always tell him that I was saving myself for marriage. Shortly after I found out I was pregnant, we were alone at his parents house having one of our juicy necking sessions. 'Wendy, I want to make love to you,' he said to me as he tried to sneak his hand under my shirt."

"'Marry me,' I said to him. And then I convinced him that I didn't want to wait two more years and that he had a good job and could support us. I told him I could convince my dad to give me permission and that we could elope the next week. And we did."

"Your dad didn't object?" I asked.

"Oh, he tried to at first. But I had all the cards. I told him I was pregnant. And I told him that he would either sign the paper giving me permission to get married or I would let his congregation know what he had done to me. And I also threatened to spill the beans if I ever have any inkling that he laid a hand on my little sister Robin."

"So Marty and I eloped and eight months later, Raelene was born."

"So you were married and had a baby when you were 16 years old?" I said. "That could not have been an easy way to start a marriage."

"Actually, it wasn't a problem at all. We were too young to know what an uphill battle we had. And besides, we truly were in love. Those first years were marvelous. Marty worked for his dad as an electrician and I finished high school and then got my nurses degree by going to night school at community college until Rae turned five then I transferred to university."

"At 23 years old I was making a good salary as a nurse and Marty was making plans to buy his dad's business. Rae was the love of our lives. We bought my parents old house when my dad moved to an apartment. Life was actually great. I didn't think anything could come between us."

I know there has to be a 'but' coming here," I said, "Otherwise we wouldn't be sitting here holding hands and pouring our hearts out to one another."

"Yeah, there is," Wendy continued. "Even though I forgave my dad, the consequences of his sin weren't complete."

"You were able to forgive your dad?" I said shocked.

"Oh, that wasn't hard. It took a while. And I was really angry for quite some time. But that anger turned to pity when I watched how it affected him. You see, he never forgave himself. His guilt drove him into a deep depression and ultimately resulted in a breakdown. He had to give up his position as pastor. To compound things, mom always took care of the finances. In his depression he mismanaged his money. Just two years later, he was broke and jobless."

"So I get the pity," I said. "But how were you able to forgive him?"

"Well, I had an Epiphany while sitting in my first college psychology class. The professor said that something like 75% of unforeseen indiscretions and mental breakdowns in adults are due to unresolved grief. I realized at that point that what daddy had done was simply an inappropriate acting out of his grief. He had never abused me previously and as far as I know never laid a hand on my little sister Robin either before or after that. It was a momentary thing. And it was a couple years earlier. I let it go. And I released my dad from my anger. Understanding it did not excuse it or make it alright, it just let me move on.

"But that did not help daddy any. I tried to tell him that I forgave him. But whenever I would broach the subject it would send him into another deep depression. I may have forgiven him, but he never forgave himself. It was so bad that he could hardly spend time with me or Rae. It was so sad."

"When he died, the doctors told us some physical reason for his death. But I knew better. He died of a broken heart. He was grief stricken for my mother whom he loved dearly, and he was guilt stricken for what he had done to me, who he also loved dearly." 

"Wow, I can't tell you how much I admire your courage and compassion Wendy," I told her, my heart all aflutter for this woman.

"Well, I learned much in that first college psychology course. It was also in that course that I learned that women usually choose mates that are much like their fathers and men choose mates that are much like their mothers. Marty was like my father in the sense that he also was unable to forgive."

"What did he do?" I asked, assuming he had committed a terrible indiscretion liker her father had.

"Oh, his problem was that he could not forgive my father," she said. "Like I said I didn't tell him any of this until after my father had died. When he heard the story of what my dad did, he got angry at him - really angry. When he heard that Rae was not his biological child, he got angry at me - really angry. Ten years of marriage and two years of dating and I'd never seen this side of him."

"Did he start to abuse you?" I asked.

"Oh no, nothing like that. But he would wallow in his anger the same way that my dad would wallow in his guilt. He couldn't look at Rae anymore without feeling anger toward my dad. And even though I had never been dishonest with him or kept any other secrets from him, he lost all sense of trust for me. He was almost paranoid that there were other deep dark secrets that I was hiding from him."

"To his credit, he tried hard to work through it. He went to counselors for himself. We went to marriage counselors. He continued to fulfill his fatherly obligations and rarely missed a dance recital or tee ball game or school play that Rae was in. But he never could forgive my father for what he did to me nor me for keeping it from him all those years.

"Finally as a change, he took a job as an electrician in the oil fields up in North Dakota. He would come home only one weekend a month. During those weekends he was more pleasant than he had been in years. And then one Friday when he was supposed to be coming home he called me and said, 'Rae, I'm not coming home.'"

"I didn't understand what he meant and said, 'Well, I'll see you next month then.'"

"'No,' he said to me, 'I'm not coming home... ever.'"

"'Oh,' I said and dropped the phone. I just sat there and cried for the next two hours. Rae came home from her play practice to find me crying, the sound of the dial tone still coming from the phone receiver lying on the ground. I didn't have to say a word to her, she instinctively knew what had happened. She just put her arms around me and kept saying, 'Don't worry mom, we'll be ok.' She is such an awesome daughter."

"She is a very special young lady," I said to Wendy, for the moment forgetting the recent interactions between Rae and I. "How did she react when she found out that Marty isn't her father."

"She doesn't know," said Wendy. "There are only two people who know besides me: daddy and Marty. And now you're the third. You can't tell Rae about any of this. If there comes a time that she needs to know, I will tell her."

"I won't say a word," I said. "Your secret is safe with me." I felt very honored to be trusted with such a secret, especially when it didn't go very well with the other two men who knew this secret.

"That was nearly three years ago," Wendy continued. "I really did love Marty. I think I still do. I don't think a day has gone by when I didn't wake up with a bit of sorrow that he is not lying in my bed next to me."

There was a bit of an awkward silence after that. After all, the woman I was falling in love with just told me that she still loved her ex husband.

"Let me rephrase that last statement," Wendy said. "Until the last two weeks, I don't think there was day that went by like that. But since we've been seeing each other Ian, I wake up and long to have you lying there beside me. I am falling hard and fast for you. Now instead of having sorrow in the morning, I have hope for the future. And that hope always includes you. And right now, I'm hoping this is not sounding like too much too fast because the last thing I want to do is scare you off."

"Oh no, not at all," I said completely relieved. "I feel the same way Wendy. These last few weeks I've thought of little else other than you. I am crazy about you. There's never been anyone who I've been able to open up to as much as you. I never believed much in the idea of soul mates, but I've been reconsidering my position on that recently." After a brief pause, "Now it's my turn to ask if I've come on too strong."

"No," she said. "In fact, if we weren't in a public place right now, I would probably be throwing myself at you. You, Mr. Zelman, are the most wonderful man I think I've ever met." And then, public place or not, she leaned over, put her arms around my neck and pulled me forward. Our lips met and I became completely oblivious to the people around us. The kiss was passionate and loving. My heart raced like it never had. There was a stirring in my loins, but again, different than it had ever been. Instead of pure lust, this stirring came from a wonderful combination of physical attraction and emotion. I remember thinking that I had discovered for the first time what perfection was like. 

When our lips finally parted, our faces stayed close and we just gazed into each other's eyes. It's as if we were soaking up each other's soul into our own. Those around us probably thought we had just got engaged, or at least that we had professed our love to each other for the first time. Neither of those actually happened, but they might as well have. For we certainly jumped onto a new path together at that moment.

I finally broke the solemnness of the gaze when I spoke up. "Wait a minute," I said, "it was about three years ago that this happened? That was the same time that Rae started coming to see me in the counseling office," I said, suddenly making a connection between her drinking and her dad leaving.

"Yeah, she told me she had talked to you about her dad leaving," Wendy said.

"Is that what she said?" I replied and then caught myself before I almost slipped and let out the secret about Rae's drinking issues. That would have been a huge ethical faux pas. But man, I hated keeping a secret from Wendy. I wanted to share everything with her.

"Yeah, she couldn't say enough about how you helped her through things," Wendy said.

Most all of our dates were like this. They didn't always include such a huge sharing of confidence, but they were always marked with the most intimate conversations in which I'd ever been involved. We disagreed with love and respect and we agreed with passion and fervor. Our bond grew so strong that the days we were not able to meet face to face, we would spend at least a half hour on the phone.

After every date, I would walk or drive her back to her house. But always we would find Rae there, who would very subtly - at least as far as Wendy was concerned - come between me and her mother. She always seemed to want to talk to the two of us, play a game, watch a movie, or even have me help her with her homework. The result was that Wendy and I never had alone time when we could be physically intimate with the exception of when she would walk me to the gate or to my car. It was then that we would connect with one of those mind boggling kisses and sneak an occasional feel of each other - she of my penis which usually popped to attention as soon as our lips met, and me to her beautiful and perfectly proportioned C - maybe D - cup breasts.

"Someday soon we'll have time alone together," she would tell me as we said our final good byes. "And then I'll show you how I really feel."

Every time she said that, I could hardly hold myself back from cumming at that moment. Usually, as I drove off or walked away, the moment I was out of sight I would reach down and grab my cock and immediately ejaculate in my underwear. She had that kind of effect on me.

Rae, however, was the one in control. She never let us be alone for more than 10 or 15 minutes. And that was only when we were saying good bye to one another.

Finally, on the final week of school, just days before she was to graduate, Rae decided to show up for her appointment with me. "I've decided what you are going to do for me for my graduation," she announced to me as she closed the door and sat in the chair opposite my desk.

"Oh," I said rather dismissively, "is that so?"

"Yes it is," she said. "On graduation night, you're going to bring a bottle of Goldschlager to Braytontown where you'll check into the Holiday Inn Express. You'll text me the room number and I'll meet you there when I'm finished with my graduation parties that night."

"What?" I said.

"You heard me," she replied as if she were the teacher and I were the student.

"But I can't do..." I tried to argue.

But she cut me off. "Oh you can and you will," she said. "Because you see, you don't want me to tell either my principal or my mother what we did in your office."

What we "did in my office" was actually what she did. She seduced me. Using oral sex and her beautiful breasts (which I might add she inherited from her mother), she brought me to a heavenly orgasm, one which I'm pretty sure she shared with me.

"But your drinking problem," I protested.

"Don't worry about it," she said. "Just be there Saturday night, or face the consequences..."

The entire conversation made me a nervous wreck for the next couple days. What exactly did Rae have in mind? What kind of game was she playing? And more importantly, what would it do to me and Wendy? I was madly in love with Wendy. And I was pretty sure that Wendy felt the same about me.

I spent each day after that in constant turmoil, debating whether I should or should not go through with it. I wrestled in my mind what Rae would actually do if I did not show up. But at the same time, I imagined what would happen if I did go through with it - whether Rae would again illustrate her affection toward me and I would have the privilege to see and feel her firm and succulent breasts and rub my hand over those two beautiful mounds that formed her bum.

I finally decided that I had no choice. For I did not want to lose my job, nor did I want to lose Wendy, the woman of my dreams. Rae held all the cards, and I had to just play the poor hand that I had.




Secret Keeper Ch. 04



Ch. 4:Graduation Speech

There I lay, hand on my cock, gently stroking it so that it would remain at full erection. I should be worried about this situation, but all I could think of is the beautiful young woman in the bathroom that was preparing to surprise me.

The reason I should be worried is because the woman in the bathroom was the eighteen year old daughter of the woman who I was falling in love with. However, this eighteen year old had brought me to a most incredible orgasm and had three – yes three! – of her own in the process. Because of this, I had completely forgotten about whatever was going on in my life outside the hotel room door just four feet from the bed I was lying on.

Rae was a gorgeous five foot three woman who had graduated earlier that day – correction: earlier yesterday as it was now well after one in the morning. She had dark brown hair, almost black, that hung down just past her shoulders. Her hair being straight and her complexion dark, she could easily be mistaken for someone of Spanish, Hispanic or Mediterranean descent. Her body was thin in all the right places and voluptuous, at least for her size, in the other places, creating an hour glass shape that ought to be what magazines want of their supermodels. Unfortunately, she was six to twelve inches too short for the fashion industries tastes.

Rae, who apparently had been harboring a crush on me for quite sometime (I am a school psychologist and I had been meeting with her for over three years) had made an advance on me in my own office shortly after her mother had invited me for a cup of coffee. Later, after I had dinner with Rae and her mother Wendy, Rae played the part of the voyeur and brought me to climax while Wendy slept in my arms. Now, she had coerced me into a hotel room with a bottle of Goldschlager on the night of her high school graduation. 

"Are you ready for your surprise," she called from the bathroom.

"I sure am," I responded, still stroking my cock as she instructed me to.

"Is Goldie still completely ready," she said. Goldie was the name she had just recently given to my penis.

"Yes ma'am," I responded. "I've been doing everything you commanded."

"Good," she said, "now start humming pomp and circumstances."

That may sound rather pretentious but she had been ordering me around all evening. And even though I am normally one who was accustomed to being in charge, she had used the alcohol to lower my inhibitions and her drop dead gorgeous body to essentially hypnotize me into submission. When she gave me orders, I found myself gladly complying. 

So I started humming pomp and circumstances. Just a measure or two into my horrid rendition of the traditional graduation march, Raelene emerged from the bathroom dressed in her burgundy graduation robe, complete with her cap and mortar, her national honor society tassle and her chord around her shoulders to indicate she was in the top 10% of her class.

"Ladies and gentleman," she said as she marched in front of the bed and then to the other side, "now here to give our graduation speech, the smartest, and might I add, the sexiest... as well as horniest... as well as the student who has the deepest crush on a faculty member... Miss Raelene Abigail Rodinger."

I started clapping in response which brought a big smile to her face. Then she picked up the bottle of Goldschager, filled one of the shot glasses and handed it to me, then raised the entire bottle to her lips and took a healthy swig.

"Well thank you ladies and gentlemen," she said, "er... rather gentleman," she corrected herself. "It is an honor to be here tonight and representing the class of 2014. I'd like to thank everyone for being present and fully alert for our ceremonies tonight." As she said "fully alert" she reached down and stroked my cock.

"Now, I'd like to make this speech about friendships," Rae continued. "You see, as much as we've learned and as far as we've come in our lives to this point, when we look back, it is our friendships that we will remember, not what we have learned or how much we have matured. So I want to encourage each and every one of you to commit to staying in touch with the friends you have made in our time in high school."

With that last comment she unzipped the top of her graduation robe to her navel, revealing her breasts were bare underneath. She then took my right hand and placed it on her left breast and my left hand and placed it on her right breast. Naturally I wanted to be friendly, so I began to massage them in a way that I knew Rae would appreciate. The fact that she took a deep breath and moaned in pleasure before she continued told me that she was indeed appreciative of my "friendliness."

"Brothers and sisters of the class of 2014, I want to tell you that recently a few of my friendships have grown so close that I don't think I ever want them to end." With that she pulled my hands from her breasts and thrust her left breast toward my mouth. I didn't think twice, I pushed the open robe to the side, opened my mouth and began nibbling and sucking and teasing this heavenly breast.

"And so, I pledge before you all, that I will do everything in my power to keep these new and deeper relationships strong and healthy." With that, she pulled her left breast from my mouth and replaced it with the right breast. I treated it with the same enthusiasm. "And I challenge you, fellow members of the class of 2014, to keep in touch with your friends and keep your relationships strong and..." she paused for a moment as my suction on her nipple made her shutter a little, and then she continued, "and maybe even make them stronger."

"But graduation means we are ready to move on to a new time in our lives," Rae continued her make believe speech as I continued to suckle her chest. "And in the next chapter in our lives, we will meet new friends," she said. With that statement, she put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me back from her breasts. "And so I encourage all of you," she said as she looked straight down into my eyes, "to make new friends. For I'm told that the friends you meet after high school - whether it be in college, or at work, or down at the bar – that these friends will be the best friends you ever have. Even better than high school friends."

Rae reached and grabbed the zipper of her graduation robe and unzipped it the entire way. I wasn't sure whether she was still wearing her panties as I watched her unzip it, but she made it clear when the zipper released at the bottom. For once the robe was open, she slipped it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. There she stood, completely nude except for her cap and mortar. Not only were her perfect breasts fully visible in front of me, but the neatly trimmed bush that protected her womanhood was right there in front of my face.

"Mr. Z." Rae said, stepping out of her orators voice and into her natural voice, "there is a girl named Gina who just graduated that would like to meet you." Then she grabbed my hand and guided it to her crotch, pushing it up between her legs.

Immediately I could feel that she was wet with excitement. I rubbed my forefinger and middle finger along the thin opening of her vagina. The juices oozed out making it easy to traverse. As I brought my fingers back, Rae jumped a little.

"I'm sorry," I said, "did I hurt you?"

"Oh, no," she said as if she was out of breath. "On the contrary. It feels so, so good it makes me jump."

"Well then," I said to her, "if it feels so good, maybe I ought to explore a little more." And then I slipped a finger inside of her. She jumped and moaned. 

"Oh Mr. Z!" she exclaimed. "I think I love you." And with that she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a juicy kiss.

Meanwhile, I had one finger exploring her absolute most private areas and was beginning to get excited myself. As she was kissing me, I slipped another finger in. She jumped, but then started to assault me more with her mouth and tongue.

"That feels so wonderful," she said when our lips finally separated. "But Mr. Z., I was serious about making new friends. Gina wants to make a new friend." She reached down and pulled my hand away from its position between her legs.

Then, pulling her cap and mortar off of her head, she said, "Gina would like to meet Goldie. She would like to become close friends with Goldie." And with that, she reached into the insider of her cap and produced a little square package. 

Now before going any further, you need to know that Goldie is the name that she had given my penis. She also named her breasts – Nancy and Amy. The name Gina was new to me as of this moment, but it was pretty obvious what that referred to.

As she struggled to open her small envelope, Rae continued, "We'll just put this little hat on Goldie, and then he and Gina can meet in the proper way."

"The proper way?" I asked.

"Ok, the safe way," she said, still trying to get the package open.

"Would it make a difference if I told you I have not been with a woman since my divorce?" I said to her.

"It sure would," she said, tossing little square package aside.                       

She grabbed hold of my penis very firmly yet lovingly and began to address, "Now Goldie, thank you very much for staying ready. Gina has been so excited to meet you for quite some time now. Please be nice to her and show her how much you really like her."

After leaning down and giving the head of my penis a quick suck and a kiss, Rae climbed up on top of me and began to kiss me, spreading her legs in such a way that my erect penis naturally fell right on her vagina. She began to push down, attempting in vein to push my penis inside of her.

"Would it be ok if I took the lead on this one," I asked her.

"Yeah, I think so," she said, not sure she wanted to relinquish any of the control she had gained during the night.

So I gently rolled her off of me and onto her back. "Allow me to take it a little more slowly," I said as I bent over her and kissed and suckled each of her breasts briefly. Then I began to kiss her body, working my way down her abdomen to her navel. When I arrived at her belly button, I stuck my tongue in it and rolled it around, suspecting this might be an erogenous point for this incredibly sensuous woman. I was right, she shuttered a let out a little yelp as I licked.

I then continued my journey down, reaching the top of her pubic hair. Once there, I began kissing a perimeter around her bush, first going to the left, working my way all the way around to the inside of her thigh. When I got there, I kissed and sucked and rolled my tongue all over her thigh and right up to the edge of her clit, but did not touch it with my lips, though it took every ounce of resistance I had not to dive into this untouched fruit.

I then worked my way back up the perimeter of her pubic hair and down the right side in the same manner. I spent the same amount of time on her right thigh and teased her clit with the presence of my lips. Then I began to move ever so slightly back up the perimeter of her pubic hair once again when I felt her relax ever so slightly. That was my cue. I quickly changed directions, placing my head at the very base of her vagina. I stuck my tongue out and beginning at the bottom where her vaginal lips meet, in a rather rushed manner, licked around the entire outside of her vagina. Her reaction was a whimper that almost sounded like she was crying. I only hoped they were tears of joy.

Once I had traversed the entire circumference of her woman hood, I opened my mouth as if I were going to sing, but instead, placed it right over her vagina so that my lips were covering her vaginal lips. I inhaled just enough to create a slight suction and then stuck my tongue out between her lips and just inside of her. This completely surprised her in what I'm assuming was a very good way. For she gasped and then let out a prolonged "Ohhhh," as some additional vaginal juices were suddenly released and covered my lips and face. I was pretty sure that she'd already experienced an orgasm.

I then released my suction and again starting at the very bottom, began to lick a border around her vaginal opening. But this time I did it in a very slow and deliberate manner. I was greeted with repeated chorus of, "Oh yes, O God yes," the entire time. Once I'd made it all the way around, I was tempted to continue oral ministrations as I was enjoying myself and her excitement was turning me on as much as anything. But she had made it clear that the immediate mission was to introduce "Goldie" to "Gina," and who was I to get in the way of her stated objective?

So somewhat reluctantly, I pulled my face from between her legs and I sat up on the edge of the bed. As I did so I moved my hand between Rae's legs and began to massage her vagina with my forefinger and middle finger. 

"Is Gina feeling loosened up enough and lubricated?" I asked her as I slipped my middle finger inside her and moved it back and forth a little. 

"Oh yes she is," Rae responded, "very much so." I slipped a second finger in and she moaned. I began to move my fingers in and out and she moaned in rhythm with my motions.

"I don't want to do anything that she's not ready for," I said.

"Oh she's ready," Rae said and moaned as I continued to explore with my fingers. "She is so ready. Even though she really, really likes what you are doing now, she so badly wants to meet Goldie and does not want to wait any longer."

"Ok then," I said as I removed my fingers from her vagina. I stood up and turned myself to face her. She looked with wide eyes at my stiff penis which was probably more excited and nervous at what was about to happen as she was. I spread her legs just a little farther apart with my hands and then kneeled on the bed between her legs. Balancing myself with my left hand on the bed, I grabbed my cock with my right hand. I then placed the head of my penis at the very top of her vagina and said, "Gina, meet Goldie," as I pulled the head of my cock down the length of her vagina and back up again.

"Well hello there Goldie," Rae said. "You feel so strong and hard. And you make Gina feel all tingly."

I continued massaging her vagina with just the head of my penis. She was so loosened up at this point that her vaginal lips would spread open with just a little pressure from my penis, as if they wanted to suck it right inside. The stimulation and the fact that it was being done by my penis, began to make Rae a little impatient.

"Gina wants to know if Goldie would like to come inside and play," she finally said.

"Well, I think Goldie would like to enter, but I think he will try to wait a spell before cumming inside."

Rae giggled and then said, "Ok then, enter already, I can't wait any longer."

Putting a much more somber tone I said, "Rae, I will. But I want this to be very special for you. So I am not going to rush. You tell me to stop if anything hurts or if you feel like you want to stop."

She looked up at me with her big beautiful eyes. She had left me speechless in the past, but now I think I had finally done so to her. She grabbed me around the neck, pulled me down to her, and began to kiss me as if she was not ever going to let me go. Finally, she released me, looked into my eyes and said, "Please, make love to me."

I lifted my self back up and grabbed my penis again. I did a quick massage of her vagina again before positioning it to enter. "Now I'm only going to go a little at a time so that you feel most comfortable," I said. I slid the head of my penis in and felt resistance almost immediately. But there was plenty of lubrication and man did it feel nice and snug. I pushed in just enough so that my head was fully encased in her womanhood.

I was about to ask her if she was ok, if it felt alright, but got my answer without asking. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "Yes, yes, yes, yes... yes." And then she her body spasmed leaving no doubt that she had an orgasm already. "Oh yes," she said one final time as her orgasm came to a conclusion.

She opened her eyes and looked at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't make you cum already," she said truly concerned. "It's ok if you did you know."

"No, I didn't," I said. "I'm just shocked that you... well, that you..."

"That I came so fast?" she said. "I think it was anticipation. But I certainly hope we're not done. Gina wants Goldie to come all the way inside." With that she rolled us both over so that I was on my back and she was on top. Somehow she did this without ever letting my penis slip out of her vagina. 

She then began to rock back and forth so that the head of my penis would just about slip out of her vagina before her motions guided it back in. The rocking was very gentle, my penis descending just a little bit more with each motion. The progress was very slow, but incredibly erotic. I'd never experienced anything quite like it.

When my penis was about half way in, Rae began to get excited again. "Oh Mr. Z., that feels so good," she said as I pushed inside just a little more. "Oh yes, please don't stop. I want you all the way inside me."

When I was about two thirds of the way in, there was some additional resistance. I knew it could not be her cervix, I'm not that big. "Rae, I think if we go any further, it's going to hurt a little," not sure if it would or not as I had never been with a virgin before.

"I know," she said. "But I'm ready." With that, she pulled up so that my head was to the very edge of her lips. Instead of a nice gentle return, this time she thrust my cock up inside of her with one fast motion. I felt a momentary strong resistance at the tip of my penis but then a sudden release like a cork when it finally pops out of a champaign bottle. At that moment, Rae grunted followed by a slight wimper. My penis was now all the way inside of her, feeling like someone had wrapped it in a warm gel pack.

Rae now just lay there on top of me not moving. I feared it hurt her really bad but was afraid to say anything. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she very slowly started to move her hips. Every so gently, as if she was testing the waters, she slid up and down just slightly on my penis. Then she went a little further and little further. 

"Wow, that's wild," she said. "That hurt really bad, but only for a brief moment. I didn't want to move because I didn't want it to hurt like that again. But this," she said as she increased the intensity of her gyrations, "this feels so good. This feels incredible. Oh it was so worth it for this."

She tried to push me in further and realized there was no more progress to be made. "Oh Mr. Z. You're all the way inside of me. I can't believe it. And I can't believe how good it feels. Oh this feels so good. I hope it feels good for you too."

"It's like heaven," I said to her.

"Good. And I hope you aren't going to wait too much longer to cum inside me because I'm just about to cum myself. Oh that feels so good. Oh Mr. Z. please cum inside me. Please cum inside me now."

If she hadn't said that, I may have had another 15 seconds left in me before take off. But her pleading set me off and I began spurting my love seed inside this gorgeous young woman who for some unexplainable reason had made me the object of her affections. 

As the first stream came out, Rae began to cum as well. "Oh yes!" she said as she felt the first shot of seamen inside of her. And then her vagina tightened just a wee bit on my penis sending sensations throughout my body. 

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed in response and another spurt of cum entered her love canal.

For the next few moments, we were in a litany of yes's. I would spurt which would result in her vaginal spasm which in turn would cause me to spurt again... On and on it went until every last drop of sperm was milked out of me.