0 comments/ 22670 views/ 1 favorites Something More By: prettybaby Sometimes when my lover is fucking me, I ask him if he understands that my body is his, that he can do anything he wants with it, with me. He always gets harder, thrusts harder, and answers that he loves it that he can do whatever he wants, he can fuck any hole, use me in anyway he pleases. That being said, he usually continues the vanilla sex that is our norm. Don't get me wrong, I love all kinds of sex. But we've grown lazy lately, mostly having tired sex while spooning, right before we both pass out asleep. Gone are the days of pornographic sex. We hadn't had oral sex in months. And while I would not give up my lover for the world, I started working on ideas to get him to spice up our sex lives. At first, nothing worked. I tried talking dirty to him, before and during sex. It turned him on, but did not change the sexual routine. We went on vacation, and he teased me about having hotel sex, but that didn't happen. I was beginning to feel frustrated and was resorting to a lot of fantasizing during masturbation to satisfy my more carnal needs. I got my break one day when we were cleaning up the apartment. My lover found old hardcore porno mags he had from before we were dating. We stopped our cleaning and sat on the bed flipping through the pictures. I have never been a very visual person, just seeing pictures of people having sex does not turn me on. However, the idea of my lover being turned on... I started pointing out a lot of pictures for him to look at, hoping he would get some dirty ideas. As he looked at the pictures, I reached down his shorts and started rubbing his cock, which already semi-erect from the pictures. I worked on him just with my hand, until he felt as hard as a rock. "You have no idea how wet I am right now, feeling you so hard..." I whispered in his ear. "Then why are you still wearing panties?" he asked in response. I got up, closed the bedroom door, and took off my clothing while my lover watched, rubbing himself. Then I crawled on the bed and started kissing him as I pulled off his shorts. "Suck on me" he whispered. In a second, I was in between his legs, taking his entire length into my mouth, loving the feeling of his cock in the back of my throat. I worked on getting his cock as wet as possible so that I could move my mouth over it more easily. It didn't take long before he commanded me to get on top of him so he could start fucking me. I was so wet by then that his wet cock slid into my pussy to the hilt immediately. I had been so turned on, first by the porn, then by my lover's enthusiasm, that just having him fully inside of me sent me into an orgasm. Feeling me tighten up, he grabbed my hips and started moving me around on his cock, controlling me even as my vagina spasmed out of control. My lover is so big and strong that I am always at his mercy. He could do whatever he wants with me, and there's little I can to do stop him. The whole while, I am screaming his name, telling him that I love him that my body belongs to him. He just thrusts and thrusts until he feels my body go limp, exhausted from a pent up orgasm finally released. But he will not let me rest then. As I lay collapsed on his chest, he starts moving his hand down around my butt cheek and slides two fingers into my sopping wet pussy, next to his cock. "You are so wet, you really liked looking at the porn, dirty girl." With that, he slides one long finger up my ass. He starts pumping in me again, his finger in my ass pumping with his cock in my pussy. I start moaning again. He adds another finger. Then, because he knows that I am his, he does not stop to ask questions. He just takes. He spreads the two fingers in my ass apart, stretching me out, then he pulls his cock out of my pussy and eases it into my ass. For months I had been dying to feel him in my ass, and I was not disappointed. He is able to get about half of his length into me, but then he meets resistance, since his cock is much longer than his fingers. He tries to push deeper, but after a few minutes, grows frustrated. He lifts me off his cock and goes to the bathroom to find lube. "Get up, I want to take you from behind" he orders. I stand up and lean over the side of the bed, presenting my ass to my lover. He bends me over further, then, separating my ass cheeks, starts pushing into me until he is completely buried and I can feel his thighs against my butt. Anal sex is the most amazing sensation to me. I love the feeling of my lover's cock inside of my ass. It makes all my other nerve endings tingle. I am completely his when he is in my ass. My lover fucks me, deeply, pressing me into the bed. His balls slap against my pussy, my clit is teased by the tiny moments of pressure from the thrusts and slaps. I am well lubed, so he fucks my ass with as much speed and strength as he does my pussy. He eases off of me for a second, takes my hand, and guides it to my clit. "Touch yourself for me." I eagerly comply. My pussy is still dripping wet, and when I wet my finger inside of my love pot, I can feel my lover's cock moving behind the membrane. I start strumming my clit, and he starts to pick up speed with his thrusts. I can feel the glimmers of another orgasm welling up in me. I want us to cum together. I continue to touch myself while begging him to cum with me. I love it when my lover cums. His face, which usually looks so sweet to me, looks brutal and animalistic. He thrusts into me, no longer caring about how I feel, if he is hurting me. All he cares about his how he feels, his instincts are coming out and he will claim me. He know that I feel this way, loves to hear me beg for him to cum. I can feel my ass starting to contract around his cock. But since he is the one in control, and he knows that too much of these events have been completely to my liking, he will not allow me to control him further. Just as I am about to reach my peak, he pulls out of me completely. "We have a lot to do, and I always get tired when I cum" he says as he heads to the bathroom to clean up. For a second I hate him for denying me his orgasm. But then I realize that he can do whatever he wants. I follow him to the bathroom and clean myself up. That night, he fucks me soundly, missionary position, until he comes. Something More Something More Carlene glanced back up at the clock watching the second hand as it herked and jerked its way around the numbers, the minute hand followed in its slow, almost imperceptible trek. After watching the clock on and off now for about three hours, she could close her eyes for a given length of time and predict to the second, the placement of the second hand. Not one for reading Reader's Digest or People Magazine, Carlene occupied her mind observing the changes in her surroundings. Besides the clock she silently watched the comings and goings of the people as they wandered into the waiting room, waited their time and then left. She'd smile, nod her head, respond to any light conversation someone might start with her and they she'd twist her hand waving goodbye as they left. The past hour brought no others to wait with her, so she let her mind wander, recalling the good times she spent with Walter. Though she had plenty of memories, none ran a tingle through her body as when she thought of her first time with Walter, which was also her first time ever. Although she did experiment throughout high school, she always wanted something more than the sweaty fumbling with boys in cars. Listening to her friends, one by one, describe how they lost their virginity, she decided she would wait for something better than some boy shoving himself inside her, coming too quickly and leaving her cleaning up a bloody mess in the back seat of some car. Sure she played a bit and she enjoyed jacking the boys off, watching them as she took complete control and watching them spurt in grand, sticky arcs. She even enjoyed opening her legs to the clumsy fingers, actually coming once or twice, but she simply would not go any further, firmly saving herself for something more. She waited patiently, until her second year in college when she found something more in Walter. Realizing it was perhaps a bit cliché, but sitting in class as Walter lectured, she suddenly realized this was the man. He wasn't tall, his hair showed the first tinges of gray and he had a slight paunch, but something about his gentle presence captivated her. Carlene was not particularly interested in Macro-Economics, but somehow, Walter spoke with such enthusiasm, that she couldn't help but get drawn into the subject. Within a month, she had volunteered to be one of several students that traveled with him on his quarterly speaking trips and when she found herself dining alone with him one evening, she simply knew that her something more had arrived. Her entire body tingled as she barely touched her food and sipped her wine. She remembered him remarking, "You're not eating, is something wrong with the food?" "Oh no, everything is wonderful. I'm just not all that hungry." "Okay, if you don't like the fish, we can get you something else." "No, I'm fine," she had responded, smiling contentedly. "You are an exciting woman," he suddenly said, taking her off guard. "Oh, I made you blush, I am sorry." "No, no, don't be sorry, I'm just not used to being flattered so." "I am surprised, I would imagine many men want to flatter you," he whispered, moving his hand to hers. Feeling him gently caress her hands, she didn't respond, continuing to smile as she gazed into his dark eyes. Looking at his face, she wanted to reach up and touch it, run her fingers over his cheeks, let them then run back through his black hair, over the distinguished touch of gray, instead, she waited silently for him to proceed. "I don't know if this is proper, but if you like, we can take the rest of this wine up to my room. Would that be okay?" She merely nodded, feeling herself drawn closer and closer to this gentle man. Walter nodded to the waiter, stood up and extended his hand to Carlene. Taking his hand and standing, she noticed for the first time that, in her heels, she was nearly as tall as him. His hand moved to her hip and he guided her out of the restaurant toward the elevators. Behind them the waiters quickly grabbed the half empty bottle of wine and handed it, along with a full bottle to the bellhop who seemed to appear from nowhere. He kissed her for the first time, as the elevator doors closed and they found themselves alone. The moment remains in Carlene's mind, the calm natural flow of Walter's body as he gracefully turned toward her, tilted his head slightly and moved his lips to hers. She inhaled and then waited as he seemed to hover, his lips almost, but not quite touching hers. He paused, as if savoring the intensity of expectation, his eyes locked on hers, seemed to glisten with tears. Slowly his lips moved, gently touching hers, as his eyes closed in unison with his movement. Tenderly his hands touched her cheeks as his lips pressed more firmly and his tongue tickled her lips in the lightest caress. She opened her mouth, inviting his tongue into her. His hands fell from her cheeks and his arms wrapped around her and pulled her firmly to him, crushing her breast against his chest. Her thighs were drawn to him and she felt his erection against her. Then suddenly and as gracefully as he started the kiss, he withdrew with an audible sigh. He looked at her with a pained look on his face and whispered, "Wow, I have wanted to do that for the longest time." Feeling a tingling in her stomach, she continued to lean against him, savoring the sensation of his firm chest against her breasts and the feel of his hardness against her thigh. Breathing deeply she fought to maintain her composure as the elevator stopped at their floor and he moved to guide her to his room. Carlene felt a sudden weight on her as she watched Walter insert the card into the lock, and she whispered to him, "I've never done this before." Opening the door he looked at her and asked, "You mean come to a man's hotel room before?" "No, I mean I've never slept with a man before, never had sex," she replied, following him into the room. Taking her by the hand he led her over to a chair where she sat, looking up at him. He kneeled in front of her, moved his left hand to her cheek and caressed it as he asked, "Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Feeling the cool gold of his wedding band against her cheek she answered, "Yes." "You are sure?" he continued. "I've never been so sure in my life," she gazed up at him. Then she started, hearing a sudden knock at the door. Walter smiled and whispered, "The wine." He stood up and walked to the door, reaching for his wallet. He returned, placed the ice bucket on the dresser, poured two glasses of wine and came back to her. Handing her a glass, he sat down on the floor facing her and rested his arm on her knees. They sat in silence, sipping the wine as he moved his hand to her shoulder. He moved his hand down to her breast, running it around the side, gently tracing her form. In a few moments he stood up, removed the glass from her trembling hand and placed it with his on the dresser. Standing in front of her, he reached down and took her hands, helping her stand. Carlene could see the bulge in Walter's pants as she rose and she felt the tingling in her stomach again. He kissed her lightly on the lips as he slowly, deliberately began undressing her. Her head seemed to spin as he eased her blouse back over her shoulders. Grasping his arm to steady herself, she felt the clasp of her bra release. She moved her arms forward as Walter removed her bra and paused, looking at her. He sighed, "Oh god," and then moved his face to her, running it over her hard nipples as his hands reached up and took them, lifting them up slightly. His lips and tongue ran over the nipples, first one, and then the other. His touch ran through her like electricity and her body tingled. She felt the growing dampness between her legs and felt her body move against him. She reached to his erection, but he moved her hand, whispering, "This is for you, you just feel." His hands moved to her pants and he easily unfastened them, kneeling as he lowered them down her thighs. She rested her hands on his shoulders as she kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her pants. He looked up at her from his knees and pressed his face to her panties, turning it back and forth as he inhaled deeply. A bit uncomfortable at him breathing in her scent like that, she tensed up. His fingers wrapped over the elastic in her panties and he pulled them downward. Their eyes met as she stepped out of her panties and he whispered, "God you smell good." She winced a bit, as he stood up, and guided her to the bed. Sitting down, she watched as he quickly removed his clothes and moved to her. Carlene grabbed his erection and began stroking it. Walter closed his eyes and moved his hips in unison with her hands. Continuing to stroke with one hand, she let the other wander up his thighs and over his balls, feeling the wrinkly sac tighten at her touch. He then pulled away from her and kneeled before her. His hands gently moved to her knees, and as she sat watching, he slowly opened her legs, pausing, once again to look at her. "God you're beautiful," he said in a deep guttural moan. He moved his head to her thighs and began kissing and running his tongue over her soft skin. The sensations made her dizzy as the softness of his lips and tongue were complemented with the slight scratch of his beard. The firm grip of his right hand under her thigh, accented the light touch of his fingers as they moved, closer and closer to her center. She yearned for him to find her, to slip into her wet, wet lips, to slide over her clit, to penetrate her aching pussy. His fingers… his fingers finally… oh god finally entered her, easily moving into her. Her hands grasped his head and pulled him to her and suddenly the feeling exploded over her as his lips, his mouth, his tongue, his tongue, his tongue went inside her, circled and then moved to her clit. She moaned as he sucked her tiny knob into his mouth, his tongue teasing the tip. A pressure built inside her as she felt his fingers splash into her, moving in and out of her wet cunt, his mouth making delicious sucking noises on her clit. Her fingers ran wildly through Walter's hair as she lost herself in him, his fingers, his tongue, his mouth. "Oh yes… yes," she groaned as her body imploded, her cunt contracting onto his fingers as she came, pulsing in wave after delirious wave. She fell back, her arms spread wide, her chest heaving as she breathed. Tears poured down her face as she felt Walter lift his head from her. "Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded her head, smiling, trying to recover from the intensity of the experience. "Yes, yes, I'm okay," she gasped, feeling contraction after contraction roll through her. Walter crawled up beside her and asked again, "Are you sure you're okay?" Wiping a tear from her eye, Carlene replied, "Oh yes, oh Walter I've NEVER felt like that before." He smiled proudly as he leaned over and kissed her breast. "You are an incredible woman, you know that don't you." "No, you're an incredible man. You think it's time you made a woman out of me?" she asked, reaching down and grasping his erection. "Are you ready?" "Oh god yes," she replied. "It will probably hurt some." "Yes, my friends told me about it." "If it hurts too much tell me and I'll stop." She nodded and then reached around him to coax him up on top of her. Opening her legs, she watched as he moved over her, kneeling between her legs and resting one hand beside her. He leaned to her and she reached down and guided his cock to her wet opening. She felt him slip easily between her well lubricated lips and felt a tinge of pain as he stopped just past her opening. Taking a deep breath, she gritted her teeth as she felt him push hard. It resisted him a moment until she felt a sharp pain as he broke through. He stopped pushing as she involuntarily gasped. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Yes, yes, there was just a sharp pain, but it's gone now," she lied, thankful that the pain had dulled considerably. Walter slowly began his motion, slowly working himself in and then out of her, moving his hips in a slow rhythm. She felt him fill her with each thrust and then felt the emptiness as he withdrew. He began to increase the speed of his movement and she moved beneath him now, lifting up to him as he thrust, pulling back as he withdrew. Listening to his breathing, she could tell he was getting close and wanting to please him as he had pleased her, she continued moving with him. The pain had subsided to just a burning, which she ignored as she moved. Concentrating on Walter, she suppressed the sensations she felt as he moved faster and faster until he arched his back, opened his eyes and stared at her with an animal ferocity. She felt his muscles sudden slacken as he collapsed on her, his cock twitching inside her as he came and came. "Oh god Carlene, oh god," he groaned, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tight, nearly smothering her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, feeling him, his incredible nakedness as she touched him like she had touched no man before. They remained joined, locked in the embrace for what seemed like hours, and yet when they separated, it seemed like they were only together for minutes. "Does it hurt still?" he asked. "It burns a bit. Did I bleed much?" "Some, not a lot I guess," he whispered. "I hated hurting you." "I wouldn't have wanted anyone else for my first time." He ran his hand over her cheek and as his wedding band sparkled in the dim light, Carlene felt a jealously creep into her for the first time. She had experienced the something more she always wanted, but now, now she felt a longing. "I should go," she whispered. "Please stay." "Won't your wife call…" "No, not until tomorrow evening." "You sure?" "Yes," he replied, leaning over and kissing her eyelids. She closed her eyes… Something More "Just come over here!" My best friend, Cassie, could be so impatient at times, and today was no exception. Her voice rang out through my cell phone, "I have to eat some dinner and then we can hang out." "Okay, fine," I replied. When Cassie wanted to see me she always demanded instead of asked. Of course, I was eager to see her too. Truth be told, we were kind of addicted to each other. Since we had met at work six months ago, we had spent nearly every day together. I kept waiting to get burnt out on her, but so far every minute I was with her only spurred another hour I wanted to be with her. "I'll be over in twenty minutes." "You might as well bring some comfy clothes and spend the night." I had expected this. Sleepovers were pretty routine with Cassie. "Your parents won't mind?" I had been brought up to give adults, especially parents, the utmost respect. Cassie not so much. "Who gives a damn if they do? No girl, just get your ass over here. Okay? Bye!" I hung up the phone and grinned to myself. She always made me smile, that was for sure. I quickly put together an overnight bag and headed out the door. To this day, I cannot believe how our friendship snuck up on me. To be honest, I never expected to be such good friends with Cassie when I met her. I was working midnights as an aide at a long-term care facility -- which is just a proper name for a nursing home -- when she entered my life as "the new girl shadowing on third". I had been going through a really rough time in my life due to family problems, and I was out of antidepressants to boot. My depression was at an all-time high, and I was very withdrawn from everyone. I still laughed and joked around as was expected of me, but I did so in a daze, as if I were going through life on autopilot. Thus when I met Cassie for the first time, I evaluated her from a distance. Even through the fog of depression, I noticed certain things about her right away. First, she was gorgeous, and I mean GORGEOUS! She had an exotic look about her -- courtesy of her Czechoslovakian heritage I later found out -- with high, broad cheekbones and big, brown almond-shaped eyes that sparkled with humor and wit. She had a pair of plush, smiling lips complimented by a dainty nose, and her dirty-blonde hair fell in curly ringlets down to her shoulders. Second, I noticed she was quite brilliant, very quick to make witty or sarcastic remarks. Her sense of humor was one that I felt was very compatible with my own. Soon we were bouncing about a playful banter, challenging each other's quick wit like dueling fencers. Still I never really considered the possibility of being anything more than work buddies with her. Things began to change one night when we worked together. It was during the time of the month for me where it was the week before the period, and as all ladies know, we get extremely horny during that week. Having been without intimate contact in quite some time, I was especially frustrated that night. Cassie caught on that something was wrong and when she asked me what it was, I went into a rather detailed explanation. "So," she laughed, "you're frustrated because you're super horny?" "YES!" I laughed too. "It's like a going-out-of-business sale! Everything must go! I'll take the best offer!" "Oh my god," she giggled. "I love it! Going-out-of-business week!" "G.O.B. week," I amended with a smile. "G.O.B. week," she agreed. Without warning, she hip-checked me into the wall of the hallway. "Bitch!" I gasped as I hit the wall, and I proceeded to chase her down the hall. When I caught her, I pinned her to the wall while we caught our breath. Suddenly I realized this chase had done nothing to calm my raging hormones; instead I found myself even more turned on. She must have realized this too from the look on my face. "Whatcha gonna do, Miss G.O.B?" She grinned wickedly. I just stood there, confused by the sexual tension I now felt between us. I'd never been turned on by a girl before, and I was pretty sure Cassie was 100% straight. Hell, up until that moment I was pretty sure I was 100% straight! When I didn't answer, Cassie grabbed my hair with one hand while spinning me around with the other until we had traded places and I was the one pinned to the wall. As the hand in my hair tightened and began to pull, my breaths became ragged. Suddenly she let go of my hair and backed away from me. "Ha ha, too easy," she said, laughing. "You really shouldn't mess with people who are on G.O.B. week you know," I forced laughter. Damn it, if she was going to play it off, so was I. "If you had a dick, I'd probably rape you right now!" "If I had a dick, I'd slap you over the face with it for saying such a thing." We both laughed at the thought. The rest of the night we joked and kidded around, doing silly little things like racing to unlock doors and hip-checking each other into bushes outside. I know she thought that she was helping distract me from my hormonal state, but truth be told, my body jumped every time she touched me even slightly. I found myself studying her, wondering what it was about her that I found so attractive. I didn't like the places my imagination was taking me that night; still I felt more present in my head than usual, and it felt good to turn off the autopilot for a while. I had the next two nights off for the weekend, and I spent a large portion of them satisfying my needs in my bedroom. "Satisfying" is probably the wrong word to use, though, because I was entirely insatiable that weekend. And to my dismay, Cassie was cropping up in my fantasies more often than was acceptable -- I wasn't trying to think about her, but the way her face had looked when she had me up against the wall kept popping into my head. Finally the G.O.B. state eased up on Monday morning and I returned to work feeling refreshed. I had been bracing myself all day to see Cassie that night, unsure of how I would react. When she walked into the building, she was texting on her cell phone, furiously tapping the buttons -- she was a pro texter. When she looked up and met my gaze, her eyes lit up brightly. "Hey there!" she called, a grin on her face. "How was your weekend?" I couldn't help but grin back at her; her bubbly demeanor was infectious. "Fairly uneventful," I replied. "Didn't leave my bedroom much." She laughed heartily at that. "Didn't think you would after Friday night!" I laughed too. I was surprised to find that again I felt very present in my head around Cassie that night. I very quickly placed the strange sexual tension on a back burner in my mind and just concentrated on spending time with her. Our conversation fell into a comfortable pattern -- we talked about everything from our hopes and dreams to our fears and shortcomings. As the night continued on, I found myself opening up to this charming girl in ways I had not for years. I told her about some of the family problems that had really been burning me up for the past months. She in turn opened up to me, telling me about her dad's debilitating medical condition and how it affected her life. That morning we went to breakfast together. After that we started hanging out whenever we had a chance. She texted or called me first thing when she woke up, and we would hang out most of the day. We never planned anything ahead of time, and it was almost funny how we would take such care to make it seem like we just had nothing better to do than hang out. Cassie would invite me over for the most mundane things: once she called and said, "Hey I need to clean my car out. Wanna help?" Of course I agreed. Any excuse to be with Cassie was good enough for me. One time she came over to my house out in the country, and we drank wine coolers and laughed until our sides hurt. "Admit it--," she demanded once, eyes glowing with mirth, "you love me and would be completely lost without me, Krissy." Feeling brave from the wine, I looked at her with complete honesty. "I do love you, Cassie. And you love me too?" She smiled and nodded enthusiastically. I sighed and we sat in a comfortable silence for a while. I finally said quietly, "I'm really glad we're friends, Cass." There was only silence for a few seconds. "Kind of like besties, huh?" she then stated just as quietly. That caught me by surprise. Cassie worked so hard at being aloof at times, I had always wondered if I enjoyed her way more than she enjoyed me. I turned to look at her. "Really?" She didn't look at me when she nodded and said, "Mm hmm." I noticed then that she held her breath, as if her life was hanging on how I would react to her statement. I was touched. I felt a huge grin spread across my face, and a happy laugh burst from deep within my chest. "Best friends," I marveled. "And after only 3 months!" She looked at me and grinned back. I laughed again, feeling happy from the sentiments and wine. "Seriously, Cassie, how did it happen that we're best friends after only 3 months?" She smiled softly as she contemplated the question, then she shrugged and said simply, "I guess some things are just meant to be." Now, a few months later, we were inseparable. We joked that we probably had some kind of problem, an addiction to each other. Truthfully we were both entirely obsessed. Whoever woke up first would text or call the other and we would find some reason to get together, even if only for a couple hours. The longest we had gone without seeing each other was 2 days when I left town for the weekend, and we compensated by spending about an hour on the phone both days as well as constant texting. Cassie was my personal antidepressant; all of my other friends and family had noted how much happier I seemed, and my tendency to go on autopilot had all but vanished. Whether for saving me from myself or for just being her, I honestly loved Cassie more than anyone else on the entire planet. The only problem was, I was also half in-love with her too. As much as I enjoyed her friendship and wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, the sexual tension that had first flared in the beginning was still there. For the most part, I ignored it whenever I was around her, but a great number of my fantasies still contained her face. I was more than a little freaked out by this, because, as stated before, Cassie and I were both straight. I kept telling myself that I wouldn't think about her each time, but my body seemed to be tuned to want her -- other fantasies barely turned me on any more. In fact, I was barely interested in being with anyone else, and I turned away several men after only a couple dates because the bedroom sparks were just not there. Cassie and I openly talked about our sexual encounters with men, but we both denied having any interest in women. One time, we were watching television and a lesbian couple came on the screen. "Blech! That is so gross," Cassie stated, her face screwed up in disgust. "I could never be with a woman -- I would puke!" She went on for another five minutes or so about how nasty lesbians are. I remember wondering whether she was defending herself a little too forcefully or if she really hated the idea of being with a woman that much. A night shortly after that one, we were playing truth or dare and she asked if I'd ever kissed another girl. When I told her I had not, she was surprised and told me that she had once when she was drunk. "What was it like?" She looked away for a minute. "I don't really remember. I was too drunk." That was all she had to say about it. For a very long time I was able to limit my sexual thoughts about Cassie to those lonely times at night when I couldn't sleep. Lately, however, it seemed that these fantasies would pop into my head when I was with her too, usually when we were lying next to each other in her bed. With her lying only inches away from my yearning fingertips, never did she ever seem so unattainable. This was only made more difficult by the fact that Cassie was a snuggler, and she would cozy up to me as she slept at night. Honestly I liked to cuddle too, but my thoughts always went haywire whenever we touched. Still I found that I always slept better when next to Cassie; my own bed was too lonely without her. It was for these reasons that I was bracing myself as I walked through her door that night, overnight bag in hand. After a brief hello to her parents, I galloped happily down the stairs to her bedroom where I knew she was waiting. I found her sitting on her bed, gazing into her laptop. Without even glancing up, she growled, "Well, it's about fucking time." "Really, Cass," I asked, grinning. "Not even a hello?" She smirked, still focused on the screen. "Hello, Krissy. It's about fucking time." I laughed as I sat down next to her on her bed. "And people wonder why I love you," I said sarcastically. Her only response was to smile faintly into her computer. "Okay, Cassie, what's up? Why are you being so grouchy with me?" She finally looked at me with accusing eyes that sparkled with a touch of humor. "You said you'd only be twenty minutes. It's been, like, twenty-four!" "Oh my god...twenty-four minutes? We are wasting precious time!" She snickered at my mockery. "Okay, Asshole. Make fun of me all you want. See if I invite you over ever again." "Now Cassie, you know you can't live without me. Your empty threats mean nothing to me." I winked at her. She smiled, big and bright, the kind of smile that I lived for nowadays. "Actually I can't live without you -- I need your help with an assignment for my comp class." I loved to write, and Cassie often asked me for help with her English class assignments. Intrigued, I said, "What's the assignment?" "We're supposed to write a poem about something we love and hate at the same time, but I don't know how to write poetry. I don't even know what topic to choose." Poetry was my favorite. "The whole purpose of poetry is to recreate emotion using only words. Here's what I want you to do: think of something or someone that makes you feel extremely happy but extremely sad too. It needs to be a very strong emotion though." She frowned as she thought about it. "Let me know when you've decided, but don't tell me what it is okay?" She nodded. After a minute, she quietly told me she had decided what made her happy and sad at the same time. "Okay now I want you to think of that happiness and how it feels. Imagine that you can experience that happiness with all five senses..." We went on to discuss how her feelings would look, taste, sound, smell and feel like, and a half hour later, we had a beautiful prose poem written on her computer: Green hues shine through the settling dust, My heart pounds noiselessly as the world stops All is lilacs and roses Lilacs and roses Your arms are my shield, Your tender lips a fleece blanket surrounding my soul. Such sweet seduction lies in this fantasy that can never be. We both stared at the poem, reading it over and over again. "It's perfect," she whispered. "That's exactly how I feel." I admit I felt a twinge of jealousy. I was almost positive I knew which boy of hers the poem was about, and thinking of how his lips and arms made her that happy made me cringe with desire. It wasn't even about sex, just my desire to look into her eyes and see that kind of happiness spilling out of them for me. "Krissy," she asked solemnly, "have you ever felt this way? Like there was one person out there that you longed to be with, but you knew it would never happen?" I smiled sadly. "Yes." You, Cassie. I looked over at her, catching my breath on her beautiful, sad eyes. "Do you still see them?" I nodded slowly. I really hoped she would stop asking me about it, since she could always tell when I was lying and I didn't want her to guess my thoughts. "Often?" Oh it was getting dangerous now. "Often enough." I hoped my obscurity would throw her off. She chuckled softly. "Good answer." She looked back at the computer screen. "There are moments when I'm with them, and I just want so badly to tell them how much I love them, but I just can't." "Why not?" I was determined to play the role of Best Friend instead of Jealous Secret Admirer. She looked at me with those sad, sad eyes and smiled softly again. "Too much at stake." "Cass," I began, "sometimes the risk is the only thing standing between you and happiness. The worst that can happen is your heart gets broken -- then you dust yourself off and try again. But the best that can happen... well you'll never know unless you try." It was good advice -- advice I could never even take myself. "And what if the risk is something I'm not willing to lose? What if confessing my love costs me a friendship I cannot live without?" I felt a pang in my heart from her words. Whichever boy this was clearly owned her heart. Lucky son-of-a-bitch. "If they are a true friend, they will never desert you because you've developed stronger feelings for them. A true friend will stand by you no matter what." My curiosity was growing. "Who exactly are we talking about, Cass? Is it Josh?" She swallowed once, and then shook her head. "No? Is it Kurt? Gabe? Ryan? Adam?" She shook her head each time, looking extremely nervous. I was running out of names. "Is it someone I haven't met?" Again she shook her head. "So do you think I'll get a good grade on this poem," she asked suddenly. My jaw dropped open. She was changing the subject? Not even a smooth transition (I mentally awarded her a C-minus for tact)! "Wait, wait, wait..." She turned her head so she wasn't looking at me. "You're not going to tell me who this kid is that you're in love with?" She didn't move. "Cassie, I am your best friend. We bare our souls to each other on a regular basis! If there is anyone in this world you should be able to tell, it should be your best friend. Right?" I waited but she didn't move. Her face was turned away from me, and I felt incredulous. I could not believe that for the first time in months she was shutting me out like that. Then I realized that she was crying. "Cassie," I cooed, my voice breaking halfway through. I'd seen her cry before, and every time it broke my heart to know that she was that sad. She shook her head and tried to turn further away from me. I reached out and tenderly put my hand on her shoulder. When she didn't pull away, I gently stretched my other hand out to her far cheek and pulled her face back toward mine. When her watery eyes met mine, they were filled with an expression I could not read. It was a mixture of sadness and agony and longing and desperation... Wait. It couldn't be possible, could it? We stared into each other's eyes for several long moments. Caught within the intimacy of that unbroken gaze, I realized that just as she was my salvation, I was hers. Our eyes wordlessly communicated a need so deep that we were both so desperate for. My heart began to crash in my ears as she leaned forward into the hand that was still touching her cheek. Slowly, slowly, she lifted her lips up to mine. We kissed so gently, my head started spinning immediately, and my stomach filled with butterflies. Her lips were warm and soft, and they slowly moved in synch with mine. The tip of her tongue slowly caressed the junction of my lips, seeking entrance. With a slight sigh, my lips parted, and her silky tongue met mine. Her taste was exquisite, and the feel of her lips and tongue against mine felt so right, I felt tears prick my eyes. We began to explore each other's mouths unhurriedly, savoring every moment of contact. I caught her lower lip in between mine and sucked gently, then slid my tongue along hers as deeply into her mouth as I could go as she did the same to me. "Mmmmmmmmhh," she moaned softly into my mouth. It was that moan that undid me. My heart galloped in my chest, and the hand that was on her cheek slid around to the back of her head, pulling her face even closer to mine. Needing very little encouragement, Cassie attacked my lips with a fervor only matched by my own. Our breaths turned quickly into pants, and our fingers, almost with minds of their own, began to leave burning trails on each other's bodies. We nipped at each other's lips and tongues, our fingers getting tangled in the hair we grasped as our bodies collided and pressed rhythmically. Something More After another moan, this one from me, I pulled my lips away from hers and pressed them to the smooth skin on her neck. She gasped and arched her back and head away, granting me full access, her breaths ragged. I nibbled, licked, and sucked the side of her neck mercilessly, and then I opened my mouth wide and bit her twice, just hard enough to make her cry out with pleasure. She gazed at me intensely for just a moment, her eyes darkened with desire. She then reattached herself to my lips as she pushed me down against her bed, positioning herself with one leg between mine as her body hovered over mine. My fingers found their way to the bottom of her shirt and slid it half-way up her back in their attempt to feel the smooth, warm skin there. Cassie kissed me feverishly as her thigh pressed against my (sopping wet) crotch through my jeans. I grew tired of her shirt being in my way, so I tugged at it until she pulled away from me enough to slip it off of her. She dove back to my lips and I traced my fingers up her belly and to her sizeable breasts, squeezing them lightly and feeling her hard nipples through the material of her bra. She gasped into my mouth, and I used the opportunity to roll her over onto her back so that I was above her. From this vantage point, I leaned down and planted kisses along her collar bone, gradually working my way down her cleavage, slipping my tongue between her breasts. "Oh God, Krissy," she moaned, her hips bucking against mine. My body trembled involuntarily at the sound of my name on her lips. I rose up a little and looked into her eyes, filled (like mine, I'm sure) with love and desire and need. I then kissed her lips again, loving the way they filled my whole body with warmth. Her fingers fumbled with my shirt, and she finally pulled it up over my head. She reached around my back as we kissed again and quickly unsnapped my bra, pulling the straps down off of my shoulders. Not caring to be the only one exposed, I reached under her back -- which she arched to give me room -- and unsnapped her bra as well, pulling it off in one fluid motion before pressing my torso against hers, all the while not breaking our kiss. Her fingernails pressed into my back as she clung to my body. I could feel the pant leg of my jeans getting moist where her pelvis was grinding against it, and with it, I caught the musky scent of her arousal. Needing desperately to hear her moan my name again, I dragged my tongue down her neck and chest, stopping to kiss her stomach right above her navel. I then planted a sensual kiss on the underside of each of her breasts. "Uhng," she moaned. Not good enough -- I wanted to hear my name. I began to tease one breast, kissing, licking and nibbling all over the soft orb, but never touching the rock-hard nipple. Panting, she watched me with wide eyes, never glancing away from my face. Finally I snaked my tongue out and delicately flicked her nipple. "Oh," she gasped. Encouraged, I slowly ran my tongue over the nipple, causing her to shudder with pleasure. I then engulfed her breast, swirling my tongue around her nipple as I sucked gently. Her back arched, and she softly moaned, "Oh, Krissy," efficiently sending another wave of trembles through my core. Success! I continued to suck and nibble at her nipple until she grasped the sides of my face and pulled my back up to her addictive lips. We rolled over so that she was on top again, and she moved her lips to my neck and began to kiss me there. She leaned on one arm and used the other to caress my breast and stomach. Slowly she ran her fingertips back up my body and down my arm, lacing her fingers through mine at the end. We remained that way for a minute or so -- her lips dancing against my sensitive throat, our fingers entwined -- before she kissed her way back to my mouth again. "Mmmmmnh," I moaned softly, my fingers traveling a little roughly down her smooth back. When they hit the fabric of her shorts, I altered my course and reached for the button in the front. "No," Cassie said forcefully, pushing my hand away. I looked her in the eyes, afraid she was rejecting me, but she only looked amused. "You're first. It's only fair since my legs are already exposed." With that, she undid the button on my jeans and slid them off my body, leaving me lying in only my wet panties. Even I could smell my own scent wafting up to my nose, so I was sure that with her face even closer to my crotch, she could definitely smell the musky aroma. She gazed almost curiously at my panties, probably trying to decide what to do. Finally she reached out to slide a finger across the wet material. My hips bucked involuntarily as I gasped, so turned on -- my clit was just begging to be touched. Seeing my reaction, Cassie touched me through the panties again, this time with more confidence and pressure. I moaned, and my hips moved fluidly along her hand, which began to rub in a slow rhythm. She kept her hand there between my legs as she leaned forward to kiss me. As she did, she slipped a finger around the edge of my panties and into my pussy. I gasped as I felt her enter my throbbing hole at last. She began to slowly thrust her finger in and out of me. I couldn't help but moan loudly at her attention to my needy body, and as I did, she sucked on my lips and dipped her tongue in my mouth. "Oh, Cassie," I moaned, panting and rocking my hips. She gazed at me, grinning wickedly. "Say it again," she demanded, pumping her finger harder and crooking it at the end to stroke my g-spot. In that moment I forgot what it was she wanted me to say; all I could comprehend were the waves of extreme pleasure rippling through my body. I couldn't even speak. Instead I made some throaty, inarticulate noise that obviously did not satisfy Cassie's demand. She shook her head and withdrew her finger from me. "Nope. Not good enough, honey." I was disappointed by her pulling away, and I momentarily considered begging her to touch me again. Before I could put the words together, however, she grabbed my panties and pulled them down my legs until I could slip my feet out of them. She then dove back in, plunging two fingers now into my pussy. "Oh, fuck me, Cass," I pleaded as she increased her tempo. She grinned again, apparently satisfied by my response. "What's that, honey? You want me to what?" She stopped the fingers' movement while she waited for a response. "Fuck me, please! I need it so bad...make me cum, Cass, please?" She said nothing, but withdrew her fingers and brought the slick digits in front of her face to look at them. After a moment of obvious indecision, she slowly slipped them into her mouth. I watched her face, entranced, waiting for the verdict. She frowned as she contemplated the taste, then she reached back down and pushed them back into my pussy. She stroked the upper wall of my pussy twice before pulling her fingers back to her mouth for another taste. "That's not bad, actually," she finally stated matter-of-factly. She wagged her eyebrows at me and asked, "You wanna taste?" "Taste myself," I asked, a little off-guard. Without a word, she dipped her fingers inside me yet again, eliciting another moan from me, and brought them to my face. "Be a good girl, now," she crooned seductively. "Open up, honey." Almost without thinking, I opened my lips and she pushed her fingers against my tongue. I sucked on them without any complaints. "Pretty good, huh," she asked as she removed her fingers from my mouth. I wasn't extremely impressed, but I was surprised that it wasn't bad like I had always imagined it would probably be. "I guess it's okay," I stated. Cassie stared at me with her mouth agape in mock surprise. "'Okay?' Just 'okay?' Honey, you are delicious," she exclaimed. She licked her fingers clean to emphasize her point. "Mmmmh," she moaned. "I need more of you, Krissy." With that, she positioned her body lower than mine and kissed my lower belly. She slowly edged her mouth downward until finally she snaked her tongue out and delicately brushed my clit. I watched her with wide eyes as she then licked the entire length of my slit from the bottom up. Waves of pleasure shook my body as she continued to lick and explore my pussy, switching leisurely between my lips, clit, and pussy at her discretion. Hands down, it was the best oral I had ever had. She knew just how much pressure to use, where to pay special attention, and what strokes felt the best. I lay there, ecstatic, while she worked her magic over me. She sucked on my inner lips for a few moments, then thrust her entire tongue into my hole, wiggling it once inside. Then she withdrew and sucked on my clit, flicking it occasionally with her tongue. I moaned and groaned out her name all the while, and she rewarded me by reaching one hand up to tease my nipple. Finally she settled into a rhythm where she stroked my g-spot with two fingers while tonguing my clit sensually. She started out slow, but soon began to increase the pace while my panting and moaning grew faster and louder. My hips rocked against her face and soon I began to feel myself getting closer to climax. Her fingers pumped in and out of me as her tongue flicked and swirled around my clit over and over again. My body erupted into a powerful orgasm as I nearly screamed her name. My hips bucked wildly against her face as she attempted to pin me in place with her arms. I grabbed her hair and pulled her face roughly against my spasmic body. After several ecstasy-filled moments, the most intense part of the orgasm passed, and I lay there quivering and panting, my fingers still clutching her hair. She slowly lifted herself up as I released my grip on her curly locks, and she lay down on the bed right beside me, running her fingertips up and down my torso. I could do nothing but stare up at the ceiling, overwhelmed by the intensity of my climax. Finally I turned to look at the beautiful angel beside me. "Cass," I whispered, half-worshipping her, in a state of pure bliss. She stared at me with a small smile on her mouth, her breath-taking eyes holding me hostage. I couldn't help myself; my lips formed the words that I had been repeating over in my head since her lips had first touched mine. "I love you, Cassie." Her smile turned into a grin and she kissed me, so tenderly it made my heart melt. "I love you too, Krissy," she whispered. She pulled me into her arms while I recovered from my orgasm. "You know, I have wanted this for ages, but I never thought you could possibly want me like this," She sighed happily. "Are you kidding me?" I grinned at her. "I have wanted you ever since that time you pinned me to the wall at work!" She giggled and stroked my cheek with her fingertips. "I'm so happy that we've found each other, Krissy. Some people look their whole lives for a soul mate, you know, and they never find one. But I stumbled upon you and despite all sense or reason, here we are." She kissed my lips gently again. "How is it that I'm here with you now, happier than I have ever been? How is it that we can be best friends one moment and lovers the next?" I smiled because I knew the answer; she had unknowingly answered it months before in my living room. "I guess some things are just meant to be," I stated. Her eyes lit up with recognition, and I leaned forward to kiss her yet again. "Your turn," I declared. Something More Vol. 01 He was probably her best friend. He was there when she needed an ear, a shoulder. A great friend but never more, every time a man would break he heart he would be there to listen and hold her but he never asked that she let him "hold" her. Until one day... They worked together every Saturday night and closed up the store around midnight. They were running slightly behind tonight due to a last minute straggler. As he finished up everything she said she needed to use the ladies room and excused herself. He had no idea the surprise that awaited him when he came out of the office and all the lights to the storage room where off. He felt a firm hand push him against the door, and full warm lips pressed against his. Instinctively he let his lips part as her tongue found his. He knew she was finally ready to love him. It had always been there an untapped emotion between them. She would not risk losing him as a friend if their love could not last. He didn't want to try to force her to love him and lose her all together. Their kiss continued in the darkness. He placed his hands on her face and held her, as he had wanted to hold her for so long. She held him at the waist. As much as he didn't want to rush her he couldn't ignore the bulge growing steadily against his leg. He broke the kiss and held her face in between his palms. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Let this be your answer." She walked away from him and he heard the lights switch click. He shielded his eyes from the sudden brightness. As his eyes adjusted he knew she wanted to go through with it. She stood before him as she had a Halloween night a few years ago, an image that had a common place in his imagination many a night. Her sleek brown hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wore black rimmed glasses that made her brown eyes glint beautifully. Her d-cup breasts were held tight by a white button down shirt which was tied in a bow accenting her smooth tan stomach. A short plaid skirt, that he remembered being slightly longer, barely covered her perfect girl next door butt. White stockings hugged her long sensuous legs stopping half way up her thighs. She walked towards him and grabbed his hands and placed them on her breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze which caused a moan to escape her sweet lips. He paused not wanting to force her. "Do you real..." She placed a finger on his face; the stubble of his beard tickled her finger tip. "Please teacher I need to get my grades up somehow." She was about a foot shorter than him so she looked up from under her bangs and slowly slipped her other index finger in her mouth and sucked it. He couldn't postpone his feelings any more. He slipped a hand around her uncovered back and pulled her close kissing her full on the mouth. His cock set hard against her pelvic bone. He moved from her lips to her neck, moving very slowly taking time to give her ear a little nibble. She once again let a sigh of pleasure escape, she had told him so many intimate things and he remembered. His right hand held its place at her breast slipping inside the shirt caressing it slow and tenderly. His left moved around and pulled her skirt up above, she knew exactly what would turn him on the black boy shorts hugged her ass perfectly. It took everything he had not to come right then. Grabbing her hand he opened the door to the office and pulled her inside. He spun her around and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled her skirt up sitting her on the desk sending pens and paperwork sprawling. "Well now lets see if we can figure how you can get up those grades." He said kissing his way down her to her perfect tits. He slowly undid the shirt with his teeth exposing her orange bra. He slid the shirt off her back kissing her on the forehead as he did so. The snaps on the bra came free easily as they embraced in a passionate kiss. Her breasts sprang free when he pulled the bra down her arms. He took his time; kissing all over both of them sucking and nibbling the nipples like she had told him had happened in high school that had made her crazy as she was now. She wrapped her legs around him again pulling him to her. She moaned scratching into his back. He felt her wetness and warmth saturating his crotch. He thrust forward making sure she felt his cock against her moist mound. "Please Greg, FUCK ME!!" Ashlynn screamed throwing he hair back. "Shhhh." He said kissing his way down her stomach finding her treasure trove. Greg slid her underwear down her legs taking care not to remove her stockings. He pulled her skirt up to her stomach and was mesmerized by her beautiful sex. Her pubic hair was trimmed to a perfect triangle pointing towards a gateway of pleasure. Her slit had no hanging lips no worn out look. It was perfect, the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. He began by kissing his way from her belly button down to her triangle, making every kiss slow and passionate. He lifted her so he could have a better view. He spread her lips and kissed her clit, savoring her sweet taste like that of honeysuckle in the first days of spring. Ashlynn ran her hands through his hair and pressed his face into her mound his stubble adding extra sensation as his tongue found every sensitive spot her slit had to hide. She screamed out in pleasure as he slipped a finger inside her finding her g-spot with ease. She couldn't hold back anymore as her body sending multiple gushes of her juices over his face. It didn't deter him he kept his finger inside her mouth over her clit sending her over the edge multiple times. She leaned forward putting her hands under his chin bringing him up to kiss her. "Do you like your taste?" He asked running his finger around her lips. She answered by taking his finger in her mouth and licking it clean. She kissed him again, and rubbed her hand over the bulge in his pants that was begging for release. She gently pushed him back, stepping down she sat him in a desk chair and slid his jeans to the floor. Three inches of his rock hard cock stuck through the hole in his boxers. She removed his shirt revealing his defined chest. She kissed his chest knowing it would drive him wild if she bit his nipples, so she did making sure her tits touched his cock causing it to twitch exposing more of his man meat. "It looks like I got something up Teacher." She said in her baby doll voice. "Indeed you did, now tell me what are you going to do about you naughty little bitch." Greg said smacking her on the ass, leaving a red mark. She bit her lower lip and tensed up as a surge of pleasure passed over her. He was making her orgasm without even touching her pussy. She wanted him, she needed him, and he is hers. She pulled Greg's boxers down revealing his 9" long monster. It was thick and veined down it entire length. He took pride in his cock, keeping his pubic hair trimmed with a thin line making its way to his navel. She kissed her way down his body making sure to nuzzle in his hair taking in his musty scent. "Teacher, what's that?!" She cooed in her baby doll voice. "Well, that is lollypop, and it's all yours." "Really, maybe I should lick it." Her tongue darted out moving up the length of his shaft. Greg moaned pursing his lips. "If you want the full flavor you need to do more than that you naughty little girl." She gently massaged his balls as she kissed up and down the length of his cock. Every time her lips touched his member he moaned. He placed his on her check with a loving touch moving to the back of her head pulling her ponytail down. Her mouth enveloped his cock as he pushed her down on him. Grunts filled the room when she wrapped her hands around the shaft of his rod and pumped in time with her mouth. Her tongue caressed the sensitive area under the head of his cock. She took her time loving his rock hard member just as he had with her cunt. The view of her lips wrapped around him cock with her hair flowing around her face along with her hand and tongue work were enough to send him over the edge. He took his hands and held her head on as he shot spurt after spurt of his juice down her throat, all the while she swallowed every drop. "Oh that was a good lollypop Teacher, especially the creamy center." "Thought *huff* you might *huff* like it." Her face was flushed as when Greg stood up and laid her on her back on the floor. She wanted him inside her to fill her and hold her afterward. Greg kissed her on the forehead working his way down to her full tits absorbing their warmth. He put his knees on either side of her positioning his semi-hard cock between her breasts. "Do it Teacher fuck my big tits." "My we are a naughty student aren't we, you dirty little cunt!" he leaned down kissing her hard. He pressed her tits together completely covering his dick. It was still slick with her spit so it slid easily back and forth as she thumbed her clit. When his cock would emerge she would gently flick her tongue out like a snake, making him groan intensely when it touched his head. She could feel his rod recovering with every thrust between her full tits. His hands where roaming all over her beautiful tits making short work of her nipples between his strong fingers. Ashlynn moved her free hand down to her snatch slicking it with her juices she moved back up to Greg's well muscled ass. She slowly moved her hand down his crack letting her nectar spread over his tight hole. She slid her finger in before he could think on a back stroke. "Oh, babe, finger my fucking hole. Your tits feel so good." "Teacher, I need it!" "Say you fucking cunt, beg me for it!" Greg said moving down so his cock was hovering inches from her cunt. "Please Teacher, put you big cock in my little pussy. Fuck my hole like you've always wanted." He couldn't hold off anymore, he thrust forward his cock slipping easily into her waiting slit. He leaned forward with a long stroke his cock rubbed her g-spot sending her over the edge. She dug her nails into his back leaving long scratches, her pussy clutched hard around his dick. He held his position kissing her full on the mouth. "There's something I've need to tell Ash." Greg whispered in her ear. "What, am I doing something wrong? Gre..." He kissed her again. He looked deep into her eyes the love was in the open now. They didn't have to worry about losing each other, they were meant to be. He hugged her and she wrapped her legs around him, the stockings smooth silk felt soft on his skin. He stood still holding her on his member. He moved towards the door putting her back against it. He slowly began thrusting in and out of her sweet sex. "You...you're my first Ash." He said in a moaning voice. "But you, oh God it feels so good, you know so much." Her eyes were closed as she bit her lower lip pure ecstasy on her face. "I've watched a lot of porn." He said laughing. His thrusts were becoming quicker as his climax neared. He moved back away from the door letting Ashlynn rest upon his cock as his semen exploded into her causing her to bite into his shoulder blade as climax racked her body. He sat down on the desk his cock still inside her. They embraced. "Ash, I love you, I only want to love you, I've always loved you." He said kissing her. "I love you too, Tea...I love you too, Greg." They held each other for awhile longer before leaving together, off to finally be together. "A lot of porn, huh." She said holding his hand as they walked out. "What's your favorite kind?" He pulled her close kissing her, and whispered in her ear as he grabbed her ass, "Anal." To Be Continued...