1 comments/ 16719 views/ 1 favorites The Answer By: needteachin I'm not quite sure how to answer that question you asked me during our tryst in the shower. But it got me thinking, dreaming, fantasizing. I know just what I want to do next time I'm in the shower with you. I want to suck your cock. I roll your silky ball sac between my fingers, my other hand reaches along your asscrack searching for your asshole. Finding it, my wet finger penetrates you and with a "cum here"-type motion, and I stroke the inside your prostate "milking" the cum out of you before you shoot your delicious load into my hot wet mouth. My lips are all over your cock as I swallow your length down my throat, relaxing those muscles to allow your cock easy gliding. As I toy with it, my lips "pop" on and off your cock head back and forth. Then you slam your cock home as you begin spraying the back of my throat. After your first load, I stand up and hold onto the shower head pipe. You move in front of me stroking your cock and pointing it right into my pussy. Your cock is so big and beautiful, my pussy so hot and willing. The water flows down to your cock and runs between my legs, slow and warm. I raise my legs at your urging and guidance so my feet are behind your head, crossed behind your neck. With your hands on my ass, you guide my pussy onto your cock, allowing the streaming water to trickle over my shaved and exposed clit. Your cock fills my pussy so completely. I feel every inch, every vein as it plunges into the depths of my core. Your thumb moves to my pussy, to the button you know will put me over the top, and as soon as you begin rotating your thumb over it, I start a low guttural moaning. My nipples are aching and tits jiggling as a slow powerful orgasm builds from within. My head tilts, my eyes close tightly, my back arches and my thighs squeeze your trunk as you pound home your rock hard shaft, feeling my oncoming spasms clenching onto your pole. I'm left weakened and after you slowly guide my feet to the shower floor, I let go of the shower head and turn, spooning my body into yours, wriggling my ass onto your rigid cock. The warmth of the shower spray on my front is matched by the warmth of your body enveloping my backside, your arms wrapped around me, crossed and clutching my spongy breasts, pinching the hard nipples between your fingers. Your cock grows even larger as we spoon and I feel it twitching against my ass. Your member finds a niche in the crack of my ass, feeling so warm and comfortable there, but not to last as your rock hard shaft begins pushing at my tiny hole. My soft, firm cheeks wriggle against it invitingly, as you direct it into my tight hold. I gasp and sigh as it penetrates me and you slowly inch it in, allowing me to get used to the sheer thickness of your wonderful cock. You let go of your tight grasp of me, pushing my head to the shower wall, roughly grabbing my hair and slapping my ass. The change of mood is as sexy as the change of position. As your rough handling of me increases, you slam your cock into me violently as if I were nothing but your fuck toy. My face is held tight to the tiles of the shower as you force yourself into me, raping my senses, slamming my ass, and pulling my hair. Your language has sharpened toward me, calling me whore, bitch, and your fucking cum slut. I'm thrilled as you rip into me with a renewed vigor, slamming me with every ounce of power you possess. I'm reaching down to my cunt, as you order me to pinch then rub my clit. I feel your pace quicken as we both breathe quickly and heavily, knowing its coming to a crescendo soon. I feel it rise from my core, a warmth searing through me, branching out to my clit, nipples, pussy, and ass. I squeel in sheer ecstasy as my whole body convulses, one with your own spasming and trembling body. You grab me from behind sharply and, pulling my hair you tilt my head back. Your face meets mine, and you plant your mouth over my lips. Fencing with my tongue, low moans emit from us both. As we step out of the shower, you take my towel from me and begin drying me off, starting at my feet. Your slow and deliberate motions along the length of my body tell me you're back in tender loving mode. As you rise, you kiss my skin trailing the towel's path. By the time you reach my neck, I am in a daze. When you reach my mouth, I answer your question. "Yes." The Answer Is: c. Penny Cums The following is the true story of a night I will never forget. The Math Teacher We met online. He answered my ad on a generic dating site. I could tell he was different. Instead of the usual, "pics?", I was reading a well-thought out response. I was intrigued by him. His name was Ian. Ian. Ian, I repeated over and over in my head. He sounded like a man from Maine, with a thick, wool sweater and wind swept hair. Maybe an artist or a musician. Not exactly. He was a high school math teacher, wearing a simple button down and sporting fairly neat hair. We met for coffee. Afraid he wouldn't be attracted to me, afraid he would be out of my league, I was nervous. He was nervous. We talked awkwardly for a bit then decided to go bowling. In front of the parking garage where my car was waiting, he kissed me like a schoolboy in an alley kisses his first girlfriend, hard, unsure, and breathy. We made plans again. I can't remember how many dates it took to get his clothes off but it wasn't long. I was sleeping with several men at the time, learning about my sexuality after leaving a very vanilla, long-term relationship. I started squirting and having multiple orgasms at the age of 28. I didn't want a boyfriend. I didn't want a husband. I wanted a man to fuck me and fuck me hard as often as possible. Ian wasn't exactly doing that but it was enough to get by on between my other dates. One night I invited him up and he declined with a silly excuse. I knew that our arrangement was over. I waited about an hour and called him. He apologized for not being upfront and confessed that he wasn't interested in me as a girlfriend. I laughed. I told him that was fine, that I just wanted a friend with benefits. We strayed apart for a couple of weeks. Until one night I went to the adult bookstore with my friend. He was buying some toys and it was making me incredibly wet. We even met three porn stars who were there for a signing. My friend was strictly just that so that left one option, the horny version of drunk texting. Where you go through the list of past hookups, looking for a repeat. Ian was last on my list. I have no idea how it started but he asked me what I wanted. I said to be dominated. He said, "I'll be there in 15 minutes." My friend dropped me off and I quickly threw on some lingerie then a simple sweater and jeans. He knocked on the door. I opened it and within 3 seconds, I was pushed up against the wall being devoured by his scorching hot mouth. My pussy was dripping wet. I was having tiny orgasms just from his lips on mine. He started leading me to the bed with his body as he tasted me over and over. His arms roughly raised mine and pulled off my black sweater. My breasts heaved up and down, restrained in my black lace bra and swollen from arousal. Next came my jeans, hastily pushed down. I stepped out of them and looked at him. I had asked other lovers for this and none complied. I hoped that he would give me what I wanted. What happened next did not disappoint. He reached around my back and unhooked my bra. My heavy breasts spilled out. He hungrily sucked on my oh-so-sensitive nipples, grazing with his teeth and surely leaving marks. My clit throbbed and my panties were drenched. I wanted more, of what I wasn't sure. Suddenly he shoved me backwards and I fell onto my bed. By the time I exhaled, he had my panties in his hand. He took my right wrist and brought it over my head. The left wrist followed. Then he tied my hands together with my panties. One touch to my clit and I would have squirted cum everywhere. But he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me up and bent me over his lap, ass up in the air. The cool air tickled my thighs and pussy. I silently pleaded for him to fuck me with his fingers but that was not what he had in mind. Crack. My right ass cheek stung. Crack. My left one burned. I felt my pussy swell and contract. Crack. He smacked my ass over and over, each time yanking my tied hands a little tighter. Greed enveloped me. I wanted more. I wanted his hand on my ass, his mouth on my pussy, his finger in my ass. I wanted his cock in my mouth, cum spurting down my hungry throat. But, again, he was in control. He raised me up, looking me square in the eye. I leaned in to kiss his voluptuous mouth and he shoved me onto my back again. He draped his fully clothed body alongside mine, his right hand holding my restrained wrists down above my head on the pillow. His left hand dove into my cunt. My hips bucked against him. He smashed his mouth against mine, sucking my breath into his body. Claiming my eager tongue and slowly biting my bottom lip. I was cumming all over his hand. I could smell my sticky, sweet juices. I could feel them pooling under my ass, soaking the sheets. More, I whispered. Harder, I pleaded. Please, Ian. Yes, Ian. And he complied. His hand fucked my pussy harder, deeper. Hitting low on my G-spot yet filling me to the brim. His mouth moved to my breasts. Slowly grazing my nipples. Next, taking my huge tits into his mouth, then pulling and twisting my raw nipples. My pussy continued to squeeze and squirt streams of cum. Orgasm after orgasm rolled through me. I was lightheaded, gasping for more yet needing a break. He had one more trick up his sleeve. He released my wrists and moved down my body. The buttons of his shirt and scratchy denim of his jeans dragged along my hot skin. I panted, taking the opportunity to catch my breathe. But only for a moment for he took my aching clit into his mouth. His hands on my thighs then his fingers working my pussy. I didn't dare break the spell by moving my hands. Wave after wave of orgasms shook me. The sound of him slurping my cum filled the room. The heat of his body contrasted with the cool air against my skin. I felt so open, physically and metaphorically. Finally I screamed out in pain. My clit could take no more. I wiggled my wrists from the lace panties tied around them and pulled him off of me. He leaned back and looked at me in the soft light. We both panted, our chests rising and falling. He bent down and brushed my hair from my eyes. I pulled him to me and kissed him slowly, tasting myself. I licked around his mouth and gently tugged at his hair. I reached towards his jeans, wanting to free his cock so that I could suck him dry. But he pulled back, told me goodnight, and walked out the door. We never talked again. I did see him one day, months later, with another girl at a park. I felt my pussy moisten and my stomach clenched at the memory, and he gave me a look that ensured neither us would forget that night. The Answer To My Problem "She's been crying like this all night," Jenna sighed. "I feel so helpless." She was my best friend of years, and I hated when I let her down; but sometimes you just can't fake a smile, right? Sometimes you have to be real. If I had to be real- as I was- Jenna was the friend I trusted most. And the male friend I trusted most was . . . Benji leaned into me and whispered sympathetically, "What's wrong, beautiful?" Him. Benji. My crush since before I could remember. Alright, maybe not that long but it sure felt it. "Everything," I sniffled. "Well," Benji smiled. "Could you elaborate so that I might possibly understand your plight, fair damsel?" This forced a small grin onto my face. Alright, a large grin. If I threw myself onto his crotch, I knew I'd feel better. But alas, we're friends, nothing more, and I don't think being weird will help my situation, right? Cause I am hurting and I do need Jenna and Ben right now. Very much. "Yeah," Jenna frowned. "You've not been yourself for the past week and I'd like to know why! And please, Lee, spare me the 'I'm fine'. I'm your best friend- we're your best friends! We know you're not fine." "Family, life, this shithole..." I sobbed. "Everything!" Jenna wrapped me in her arms as I continued to cry, while Benji sat down beside us. "Look, Lee," he frowned. "I want to understand but you're not really giving me much here, kid." "Benj?" Jenna inquired softly. His eyes met hers and, somehow, they had always understood each other. That's probably why I always said they reminded me of one another, though they weren't related, had never dated, and weren't even the closest of friends. They just had some connection. I was jealous of that, at times; though I loved them both very much. Benji left the room, Jenna never loosening her grip on me. She ran her hands through my hair and smiled softly. "What's wrong, Lee? I love you, so just tell me what's wrong?" I nodded. "Do you know that Wednesday is my birthday?" I sobbed. "Five days away. I'm still just as fat as I was last year, still ugly. I have nothing. My family hates me, my-" "Wait!" she demanded and sat me back up beside her. "You are not ugly, Lilliana. You are gorgeous. You've never been fat a day in your life. On top of all of that, your family loves you very much! What are you talking about?" "And I have no one," I finished, the tears continuing to course down my cheeks. "I'm not like you, Jen, I don't have a husband, a beautiful house on the lake, two dogs. I have no one to dream of having kids with. I have nothing." Jenna smiled. I loved her smile. She was beautiful, and my best friend. I never really understood that, but that was Jen. You just loved her. Fuck, her husband was batty over her. Paul. Her husband was Paul. Benji's band mate. That meant I got to sit home like a fat stepsister while Jenna went on tour. Oh sure, I got the phone calls and the road reports and the e-mails. It's all great, but I was still the one sitting at home with no job, no male attention, and a big fat, fucking lame excuse for a family. "Lee?" Jenna snapped my attention back. "You have a lot to be thankful for; don't tell me you have nothing!" "What do I have?" I challenged. Jenna grinned and began tugging her long, black hair from its ponytail. "You have me, for starters! I think I'm pretty fucking cool." I laughed at this, though it was slight. Fuck her for making me laugh. "You have Paul! Paul loves you. I mean, I even let him sniff your pudding cups!" Jenna smirked. She erupted into laughter right about the same time I did, and I wanted to smack her. Physically, smack her. Why'd she have to make a joke at a time like this? "That's not funny," I laughed. "I hate you!" Jenna nodded her head. "And Joel adores you!" "I adore Joel," I smiled. "Chris thinks you're great. Fuck, Chris has been trying to get into your pants since the first day he met you!" Jenna winked. "I don't like Chris like that," I pointed out with a twisted frown. "I want-" "Benji," Jenna sighed. "Don't we all know." "Well, why can't he like me, Jen?" I whined. "Don't answer that, cause I know the answer as well as you do. It's because I'm fat and ugly, and I'm not whatever it is he's looking for." "A pulse?" Jenna snorted. "You have a pulse, Lee!" "Whatever!" I snapped and crossed my arms over my chest. "I'll spend this birthday the same as every fucking birthday! I'll be sitting on this bed, eating a fucking Wendy's salad that I had to buy FOR MYSELF and watching cartoons. And you'll be in some strange town in Illinois, with Good Charlotte, partying till you puke!" "I prefer not to puke, it's not attractive," Jenna quipped with a grin. "You know what I mean!" I growled. Dammit, I was angry. I was hurt and angry, and I knew this year's birthday would suck. They all fucking suck. Why can't anyone sympathize with me? Let me be right! I know I'm right. "Lee?" Jenna finally sighed, with a large exhalation. "I love you and I really hate seeing you like this. You do this every year! You get down on yourself, and doom yourself. You're a beautiful girl, Lee. You're very intelligent and you have your entire life ahead of you. Your birthday isn't worth condemning yourself to eternal Hell over. It's just not. Fuck, look at me! I'm eight years older than you and I'm still breathing! Trust me on this one, you will survive to see many more birthdays." "I didn't write my obituary," I hissed. "I just said I was unhappy." "Well, what if I knew what would make you happy?" came a familiar voice from the doorway. Fuck! How long had he been listening to us? Jenna nodded and began to grin. Fuck! "What if I knew the best thing you could be doing on your birthday this year?" Benji beamed. "What's that?" I groaned. He was taunting me. For sure. He shrugged. "Me?" "BENJI!" Jenna shrieked and nearly fell off the bed. This only made him giggle like the little schoolgirl that he is. God, why do I love this man? "Happy Birthday, kiddo," he grinned and handed me an envelope. I stared from Benji's blushed, amused expression, to Jenna's expectant eyes. "Well?" Jenna laughed. "Open the envelope, Lee!" I did as I was told, and out fell a pile of crap. Confetti. Happy Birthday confetti. Great. This was going to be a banner birthday. Now I can spend the day eating myself into oblivion, watching cartoons, and vacuuming. "GIRL!" Jenna shrieked, her New York accent evident. "Would you open the damn envelope already?" Benji nodded as I reached inside and pulled out a piece of plastic. At first, it didn't register to me what that plastic was, because it was upside down. I flipped it over quickly, though, and the emblazoned logo brought recognition to my face. A pass. A laminate. The Queen Mother of all backstage passes. I was going on tour? With Good Charlotte? "Yes," Benji smiled as he kneeled on the floor beside me. "We know that you get bummed sitting home, and Jenna said that you'd always dreamed of joining her on the road. We were going to invite you out for the shows in February, but that seemed so-" "Premature?" Jenna shrugged. "It made more sense to wait for the April run and bring you, for your birthday. That way, you'll be with us on your special day and we can throw cake all over you, champagne you, and be totally evil to you IN PERSON!" She erupted into squeals, and so did I. We hugged, climbed to our feet, and began jumping up and down on my bed. Benji stood up and glared at us, then rolled his eyes. "Girls are so weird!" We only laughed more. * * * "We want to send this one out to someone very special tonight," Benji beamed to the assembled crowd of several thousand screaming fans. "It's her birthday!" Joel quipped and began doing some strange dance on the drum riser. Billy and Paul stopped walking back and forth on-stage, and just stood staring at their band mate. Side-stage, I was laughing my ass off, and so was Jenna. Our friends are freaks, ya know? Total freaks. God, I love them! "Anyhow," Benji shouted over his band mates. "Tonight is Lilliana's birthday, and we want everyone to help us sing her Happy Birthday. I know you can do it! Make them hear you in Paducah!" The crowd gave a collective sigh. A few girls threw up their middle fingers as they were listening to Benji's dedication and plea for a sing along. Other members of the crowd just played along. They sang, though; because Benji fucking Madden had told them to. They would have tossed their spleens up onstage, had he asked. It was still a nice gesture, and I couldn't help but tear up. "Happy Birthday, Lee!" Jenna shrieked and grabbed me at the end of the song. "This one's all you tonight, Lee!" Benji smiled and glanced in our direction. "I know things haven't been all roses, but hang in there kiddo!" "Yeah, hold on!" Joel echoed his brother's sentiment. "Because we love you." The band then launched delicately into their current radio smash, "Hold On". It was a song that always held special meaning for me, one I had prayed they would not release as a single. But they had, and that was okay. No radio play, no MTV awards could ever take away what this band and this song meant to me. I balled my eyes out as they played it, though I laughed when Joel accidentally spit on Jenna and she ran backstage screaming, "GROSS COOTIES!" And I repeat: my friends are all crazy. She returned long before the end of the set, and we danced like a fools as the boys rocked their last song of the night and then, slowly but surely, exited the stage and ran for their dressing room. We waited patiently for them to dry off, and I just kept wondering to myself why it was I was so ecstatic and yet, still feeling so empty. When Paul's head appeared from their private room to peck at Jenna's cheek, I was reminded why I felt so empty. I had no one. Oh sure, I had tons of friends; some of the best friend a girl could have. But I had no one to keep me warm at night. No one to pull the covers over me before bed, and kiss my cheek goodnight. Jenna had Paul, Paul had Jenna. I had someone I wanted, and he didn't want me. Oh, the conundrums of life. I snapped back to reality as Jenna began waving her hand in front of my face. "Lee?" she laughed. "Lee, you there?" I nodded. "Paul and I are going to go for a walk. Joel said he wants to talk to you, okay? He'll be out in a sec," she smiled, and then pulled me into a hug. "Happy Birthday, hon! Paul and I will give you your gift later on, k?" I nodded, and watched them disappear hand in hand. They were nuts about each other. I wanted that. Wanted it bad. "So, you ready?" Joel asked softly as he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him. I tried to observe him in that moment: the twin to my fantasies and one of my closest friends of the past few years. How was it that I could fall so deafeningly head over heels for his brother, and yet, I felt so much more of a spiritual connection with Joel? "You okay?" he asked and I nodded slowly. He grabbed my hand and we began to walk down the large, concrete hallways of the coliseum. "I heard you've been kind of down lately, or...That you were, before the shows," he smiled assuringly. "What's up?" I shrugged. "Lots of things." "Care to enlighten me?" he smiled, and this was the guy I had trusted my everything to for so many years. I wanted to tell him just then, but most of all, I wanted to be in his hotel room, in my PJs, laying my head in his lap as he channel surfed himself to sleep during a fit of insomnia. I wanted what the past, because it was safe and happy. I clearly my throat, smiled up at Joel, squeezed his hands in mine, and laughed. "You know I love you, don't you?" He nodded. "And I can't lie to you." He nodded again. "So I'm going to leave it at....life has been very hard lately. I've been down on myself, down on my situation, and down on the future. The past makes sense to me, because I've lived it. The future is boundless and full of mystery, and I hate that." Joel laughed at this, his complexion blushing and the tips of his ears turning a cherry pink. "I love you, Lee, you know that?" "Why?" I giggled. "Because only you could state your problem and solve it, all in one sentence," he smiled. "You're nuts." * * * "So, Lee," Benji grinned. "Are you rooming with the studmuffin tonight?" He pointed to himself for emphasis, then continued. "Or you could room with my mutant twin, if that's your thing." Joel made a face that caused Benji and I to erupt into laughter. "If you want to return home clean and disease free, I suggest you choose my room," Joel winked. This only sent Benji into a great fit of giggles. "What about my room?" I inquired, already having a damn good guess about what the answer would be. "Oh, you could go to your room," Benji winked. "If you want to see Paul and Jenna shoot a porno," Joel winked. The twins erupted into giggles as I grimaced. "Ewe, why they gotta do that in my hotel room?" "Probably because I threw them out of my room," Billy quipped as he passed through the open doorway and disappeared into his room. "You're better off! Chris said that he's seen things that have rendered him sterile for life!" "GROSS!" I shrieked and tossed my hands up in defeat. Alright, so my best friend was married and had a right to fuck her husband; but why did lust always call the two of them together when they were in close proximity to my bed? Fuck that. My clothing is in that room! "It's her hotel room too," Benji pointed out, as though he were reading my thoughts. "She probably figured that since Paul rooms with Chris, it made more sense for them to fuck in your room!" Joel added, as though his statement were somehow truly enlightening. "Why do Paul and Chris room together, by the way?" I inquired, because that was one of the true mysteries of Good Charlotte. The twins each had their own room, Billy had his own room, but Chris and Paul always shared. I never understood that, they certainly weren't hurting for cash. Joel shrugged. "Logistics?" "They pocket more per diem that way," Benji stated simply. "They get a bigger paycheck in their pocket if they split a room, versus having their own private room." I nodded. That made some sort of sense. Somehow. "So," Benji cleared his throat and smirked. "I repeat: who are you rooming with tonight? Moi or Toadstool?" "I object to being called a toadstool," Joel called as he disappeared into his adjoining room. "I object to having shared a womb with you," Benji called back and I snickered. Cruel way to joke. "I object to all the yelling," Billy hollered and then his door slammed shut. Benji ran over to the adjoining door and pounded his fist several times. "I object to cranky guitar players who own 127 hamsters!" Benji and I were in tears of laughter when the door opened, and a very peeved Billy glared in at us. "I do not, nor have I ever owned 127 hamsters. Where the fuck do these people come up with this shit?" "Potty mouth!" Benji taunted and again began giggling like a schoolgirl. "Just be glad it's not 127 gerbils!" Joel pointed out as he returned to the room. "Then there'd be rumors about your where you keep your pets!" Billy turned bright red. "GROSS! Dude, that's so wrong. So wrong. Gross. I'm leaving you now. Good night, Lee. Happy Birthday," he smiled then shut his door slowly. "Remember, my friend," Benji hollered into the closed door. "Two words: Richard and Gere!" "Dude," Joel snickered. "That's low." "I have no idea what he's talking about," I laughed. "But it's gotta be good." "You don't want to know," Joel winced and shrugged. "You're better off that way. So, any decisions?" I smiled, sighed deeply and laid back onto the bed. "Yeah, I'm going to stay here, Joely. No offense and I hope you're not hurt." "Nah," Joel smiled as he kissed leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "I figured you'd choose the Kid over me. No biggie, they all do." "That's not true," I smiled, wanting Joel to understand that- though he was joking- he wasn't and I knew. "I love you, Joely." He smiled and bowed his head slowly. "I love you too, Lee. Happy Birthday, kay? Get some sleep, tomorrow's another sold out show." I nodded, and blew Joel a kiss goodnight as he shut his door softly behind him. When the room had fallen silent, I sat up and met eyes with Benji. He was standing in the door to the bathroom, clad in only his boxers. He smiled, then blushed slightly. "You know," he offered, stepping into the room and diving onto the bed beside me. "It's gross that you love Joel. Joel is toadstool." "Oh stop!" I laughed and nudged his brightly inked arm roughly. "You love Joel too, and you know it!" He grinned like a fool and nodded. His hair was matted to his forehead, and he looked like a little kid in that moment. "I love Joel more than words could ever say." "I love you for loving Joel," I laughed. "And I love you for loving me for loving Joel," he quipped, then rolled over onto his back. "Lee, did you ever think about love?" I rolled onto my back and sighed. "Did I ever?" "Do you ever?" he corrected himself. In that moment, I wanted to scoop him up into my arms and hold him forever. Sure, he was the poster boy for thousands of wayward teens and he'd been my friend for countless years, but my heart had always skipped beats for that lopsided grin of his. When he'd laugh, I felt my heart flutter and I knew that, for better or worse, I was fooling myself to say that all I ever wanted from Benjamin was friendship. I wanted so much more, and yet, I had lived the past years afraid to make my move. So when he asked if I thought about love, I was unable to process thoughts. "Lee?," he sighed, so close to my skin that my IQ points began to drop rapidly. His breath was on my right ear now. "Yeah, Ben?" I smiled. Tried to get my IQ points back up to par. "Have you ever thought about me?," he asked, his face becoming very serious, sucking his pierced bottom lip between his teeth in a pondering frown. I shook my head, slowly. "What, exactly, are you asking me, Ben?" He grinned and rolled back onto his back, beside me. "I think about you a lot, Lee. I meet a lot of girls, and none of them...are you." I laughed at this, and raised up onto my elbow to gaze down at his sensual brown eyes. "Of course they're not, dumbass!" He laughed at this, and placed his right hand across his tattooed chest. "What I mean is that, I love you, Lee. I love what you have to say, and hearing about your life. I love that you'll take on a Rancid pit with me, and the next day, go to the dog park and have just as much fun." "Ben," I couldn't help but snort. "I hate dogs!" Benji laughed at this, then moved his legs across the bottom of the bed. "You know what I mean. Besides, you like Cash!" "Do I have a choice?" I grinned. "You take that stupid dog everywhere with you!" "See!" he laughed. "You can diss me, and make it fun! You can laugh at me, and make it feel like you're laughing with me. When I start to get an ego, you're there to backhand me and bring me back to reality. You're just always there, Lee." "I'm stalking you," I snorted and removed my Dickies and tossed them over the back of a chair. "You might not have realized, but I'm stalking you." "I like you stalking me," he blushed. "I like you, Lee." "Ben, you're crazy," I laughed as I climbed under the covers and turned to face him again. "Totally bonkers, in fact." "Lee, I'm being very serious here. In fact, let me ask you a question. Have you ever been sitting alone, on a rainy day, staring out your window, wondering where I am, what I'm doing, who I'm with. Maybe you think of memories from the past, at first; then you start to dream about the future. Somewhere in there, it turns sensual, and maybe your mind starts to think about the curves of my body, my skin on yours, my lips touching yours..." The Answer To My Problem He was visibly excited by his own words. My skin was on fire. I sighed heavily, and continued to gaze into the familiar warmth of his chocolate eyes. "No, Ben, I can't say I ever have." That was a lie. I should be shot. "That's honest of you," he frowned, the creases around his eyes growing. "I think about you a lot, obviously. I wish that..." "Ben, stop!," I sighed. "What you're suggesting isn't going to work." He rolled onto his side, and searched my eyes passionately. "Why, Lee?" he questioned in despair. "Why can't it work?" I thought about this for a long moment, but my eyes never left his. He was serious about this, and though I wanted to throw him down in that moment, and keep him beneath me forever...I was arguing with him. Why? "I don't know why it won't work, Ben," I finally sighed. That was honest. "But it won't." "Why not?" he inquired softly, and reached his hand up to run over my cheek. "I love you, Ben," I sighed. "But this will not work, and it will end up miserable." "Why?" he repeated for the umpteenth time. "If I love you and you love me, what could go so wrong, Lee? What?" "What if we break up?" I challenged. "Our friends will have to take sides!" He shrugged, but never removed his hand from the side of my face. "What if it's am amicable break up? What if we don't break up? What about Jenna and Paul?" he asked, question after questioned. I shrugged back. "What about Jenna and Paul?" "Well," he smiled and inched closer to me. "If they get divorced, what happens then?" "I don't know," I answered faintly, my voice nearly a whisper. He was right. Why was I challenging him? Benji's lips were within inches of mine now, and his thumb was slowly tracing the line of my jaw. "Lee," he whispered. "You smell likes roses and you feel like silk." I wanted to burst into laughter at that moment, tell Benji that he was no Shakespeare. The simple fact was, those words meant more to me than anything that horrible playwright could have ever written. This was Benjamin Levi Madden: my everything. And he wanted me, even if just for tonight. Somehow, that was enough in that moment. "Relax," he assuaged. "I'm not going to hurt you." I licked my lips and continued to get lost in his eyes. They were so full of life, so full of passion; they always had been. I loved those eyes. "Lee?" he breathed, and it was deep and lustful. "Kiss me, please." Those few inches between us disappeared fast, his lips were gentle and plush, so warm on my own. His taste was sugar and spice, something strong and masculine. Our tongues touched, and he was gentle yet firm. He guided our movements, rolled me onto his chest so that he could search me with his hands while he tasted my lips. His breath was ragged, and that alone, embodied sex. A sign that I made his pulse soar, his body sweat. It was only minutes before his hands were pressed between our bodies, underneath my oversized t-shirt, massaging my breasts, and exciting my nipples with his large, calloused hands. "Beautiful," he whispers into my ear. "So perfect, Lee." I hesitated before reaching between Benji and I, avoiding his hands, searching for the small doorway to his pleasure. I find it, but decide to tease him instead. I run my hand slowly back up his body, and gently massage the soft fuzz of his stomach. So gentle, like down on a goose. I want to laugh at this comparison, but instead, feel his body twitch. "Don't stop," he moans, eyes shut and face contorted into sheer pleasure. I gaze down at him, and press our lips back together as I slide my hand inside his boxers. My skin is on fire, sensitive to every touch. My breathing is growing labored, and I can feel the warmth of Benji's hard-on in my hand. It's as though, in that moment, my feminine parts and my hands are linked: I grow wet with the touch. I want to feel Benji where I have always longed for him. "Oh god," I gasp as I feel Benji's hand reciprocate inside my panties. "Oh god, Ben, please." There will be no waiting tonight, no torturously long foreplay. I want to feel my fantasies breathed to life now. Now, dammit. Benji understands, and flips me over quickly but gently. He supports his weight with those amazingly strong arms, and stares down into my eyes. There's a slow grin across his face as he kneels up and begins to remove my panties. Then a wide, lecherous smirk as he tosses his boxers to the floor beside my boy shorts. I stare at his exposed body, all tattoos. He stares at my body, cock twitching, and I could die happy just knowing he wants me. Instead, I feel myself losing all grasp of reality, as he leans forward and closes those delicate lips over my nipple. His tongue begins to slowly circle moistening, and forcing my body to repond with more of its own moisture in other places. He grabs my hips to steady me beneath him, and pulls slowly away with a seductive smirk. I can barely will my body to move, but I somehow manage to bring my hands up to grasp his hips. I take one last giant sigh as he leans forward and I can feel him, so close, so hard. "You ready?" he grins. I nod. "I love you, Lee," he growls as he pushes forward, and our bodies become one. I can no longer decipher where Benji ends and I begin. He's inside me, on top of me, all over me. Consuming me. We kiss and then he backs away, focusing on the pistoning motion of his hips. Slow, at first. Painfully slow. "Faster," I moan. He complies and his strokes grow longer; but more forceful and quicker. His face is contorted into an expression that might normally make me laugh, but tonight, tightens my body in all the right places. His hips are so firm, so masculine. I massage with my hands, utterly powerless to do anything else. "God," he growls. "You're so tight! So fucking tight." "Thanks," I smirk, then wish I could take it back. But his hips never slow, and I doubt he's even heard me. He continues his movements, and I somehow managed to move my hands from his body to my own. I massage my breasts, bringing a smile to his lips. I run my hands tauntingly lower, and feel his body respond. I feel devilish, and so I snake a hand slowly down my body and spread my fingers around my pussy. I can feel him entering me this way, can stroke my clit slowly as he begins massaging my breasts. "Lee," he hisses and I move my hand to his cock. I'm stroking him as he drives inside me. "Lee, fuck, I'm going to come if you keep doing that!" "Good," I grin, but I pull my hand away. I return my attention to my breasts, slowly squeezing my nipples and twisting them playfully. He goes nuts at this, and growls like an animal. Within moments, he's spread across my chest, jerking slightly as he cums deep inside my body. "Fuck!" he groans as his orgasm ends. He falls over beside me, and rolls onto his back. "Fuck Lee, did you cum?" I grin and run my finger- wet from our juices- across his lips. "Not yet, my pet." "Good," Benji smiles and rolls back over my body. He begins to lower himself, a delicious grin across those plump, pink lips. "I have an idea." "Oh?" I giggle and spread my legs wider. He nods, and I can feel his lips already between my legs. "Afterall, you are the birthday girl." "That I am," I giggle. "And you deserve a birthday to remember," he continues, and I feel his finger working slowly between my folds. Right in that moment, I know this has been the best birthday ever. The Answer's Yes I found this on my PC recently. I have posted this chapter in the 'BDSM Category' although I originally intended the story to develop as a Bisexual three-way novella. This opening chapter will only appeal to readers who enjoy the idea of lesbian 'forced straight sex' with a male. It was inspired by something that happened a long time ago to a guy I knew. I was jerking off when my phone rang. Fuck. I cursed and made a snap decision, reluctantly releasing my throbbing dick. I was sat at my desk ogling some high-octane BDSM porn. "Yeah?" "Hi." A female voice cooed. I nearly dropped the frigging phone. I recognised it as Shelly, the new arrival in 2B, living down my corridor. She was butter-blonde, blue-eyed and drop-dead fuckin' gorgeous. Way out of my league. "Busy?" "Er ... well, no, not really." I replied. I'd met Shelly a few times. The day she moved in, she'd turned up at my door to introduce myself and borrow some milk. Then we saw each other a couple of times in the lobby downstairs. Recently I'd plucked up the courage to invite her for coffee. She'd turned me down nicely. Shelly had to be like 23, maybe 24, and sadly I'm 40. She's cheerleader sexy with the whitest, most perfect smile I've ever seen, whereas I'm a bit plump with receding hair. As I said, a long way out of my league. "Can I pop round?" I stared down at my jutting out dick and open dressing gown. "You mean now?" There was a pause. I cursed myself for sounding negative. "Sure." I added, before she had time to reply. "Just give me five minutes." She laughed. "No prob. See you in five." I ran into my bedroom and sprayed my armpits, swilled some mouthwash round my teeth, pulled on a T-shirt and eventually tucked my erection inside some jeans. I patted down my thinning hair and shoved my feet into some sneakers. Then I clicked on the electric kettle and tried to appear laid-back. Just in time I remembered to click my PC off the internet. There was a knock at the door. "Hi." I said, trying to blend nonchalance with enthusiasm as I opened it. I gasped. Shelly wasn't alone. The girl with her was almost a twin, except she was slightly shorter, with freckles and strawberry blonde hair. And her tits were fucking huge. "Hi." Shelly said, flashing me her killer smile. "This is Maddy." I tore my eyes away from Maddy's chest back to Shelly. "Hi there. Er ... welcome, come on in." I suddenly looked back into my apartment with fresh eyes and winced. It was a tip. Clothes strewn on the floor, dirty mugs and used bowls everywhere, piles of books, magazines, music, cables and wires. I have an open-plan living room-cum-kitchen, and then one bedroom and bathroom. "Sorry about the mess. I wasn't expecting guests." "It's fine." Shelly replied, unconcerned. "In fact, it's perfect." I got a better look at them both. Shelly was smartly dressed in designer jeans, leather boots, a silk top and suede jacket, like she was about to go out. Maddy was dressed in a short pleated skirt, stilettos and a skin-tight white T-shirt with writing across her boobs. 'The Answer's Yes'. That's what the writing said, stretched over her chest in gawdy pink letters. "Er ... what can I get you?" I asked Shelly. "I have some beers in the fridge." I shrugged towards the sad, empty whisky and vodka bottles on my drinks shelf. "Or just a coffee?" Shelly glanced at her expensive watch. "Maybe after." She declined. "I'm in a rush. I have to be downtown by lunchtime." I frowned. "Okay." I looked at Maddy who was watching us both awkwardly. There were indentations where her boobs pushed out the taut cotton of her T-shirt. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any bra. It looked like her nipples were pierced. Shelly smiled and winked. "I was wondering if you'd keep an eye on Maddy for me while I'm out?" "Er?" I figured I'd misheard what Shelly had said. "You see Maddy is my slave. Aren't you Maddy?" I literally heard a clunking noise as my jaw dropped. Maddy's face flushed crimson and I looked at her with fresh eyes. At first glance she'd resembled a slightly less pretty version of Shelly but now she gave off a completely different air. Shelly exuded brash, youthful confidence. Maddy oozed childish compliance. "Yes, Mistress." "See." Shelly said to me. "Look, don't worry. It's all consensual. Maddy's been my slave for two wonderful months. Tell the nice gentleman. That's true, isn't it?" Maddy nodded, unable to meet my astonished gaze, she looked down at the floor. Her nipples were hard. Her pale, freckled face blushed scarlet with embarrassment. "But ..." I mumbled. Shelly stepped forward and put her red-varnished fingertip to my lips. "Ssh. And listen." She looked directly into my eyes. "This is what I do in my spare time. I domme other women. Maddy is my latest project." I could hardly believe my ears. One moment I'm enjoying a leisurely Saturday jerk off at my PC. Minutes later my hot new neighbour's revealing her sex life to me. I wiped my hand down my unshaved face. "Sorry. This is a bit weird." Shelly smiled at me, with kind but questioning blue eyes. "Look. If this isn't your thing, we can just leave right now and never mention it again. But you're a guy right, single I think, and you live next door. You're perfect." I shrugged self-deprecatingly, gesturing at my sneakers, jeans and belly. "Hardly perfect." A smirk of amusement appeared on Shelly's face. "Actually, that's where you're wrong. You're more perfect than you can imagine. Isn't he, Maddy?" Maddy didn't look up. "Yes, Mistress. Perfect." Shelly laughed with relief, blue eyes twinkling. I realised her self confidence had only been bravado until now. She'd exposed her private secret. But I hadn't thrown them both out. I had agreed to play along in whatever kinky game these two were playing. I'm a sports journalist on a national paper. Nothing special. Match reports during the season and transfer rumours in the off-season, plus juicy gossip any time of year. An image of this happening to a famous player flashed through my mind. "So what's the deal?" I asked, gaining a bit more confidence myself. Shelly glanced down at her watch again. "I have a cab waiting. I really have to go. I'll be back around 3.30. Maddy's yours until then. She'll do whatever you tell her. Anything. I'd have her tidy this place up too." Shelly made a move towards the door. "Wait!" I said. "What do you mean ... anything?" She giggled. "Read her tee." The Answer's Yes. She opened the door catch, reading my mind. "Exactly. So ask her anything!" I watched my door close and listened to her footsteps receding down the corridor. The sudden silence in my apartment was deafening. "So." I said, trying to control my croaking voice. "Look at me." Maddy looked up. There were tears in her eyes. My tone cracked. "We d ... don't have to actually do anything." She shook her head fiercely, making her message clear. Despite her nerves, despite her tears, this was what she wanted. I felt a sudden surge of excitement. As well as my journalism, I write short stories. Crime thrillers. Not big earners, sadly. "Take that T-shirt off then." She looked at me and grimaced; forehead wrinkled, her eyes tight-shut. Maddy was less obviously Barbie-doll pretty than Shelly. Her bone structure wasn't as classical. But she was still very cute. Her blonde hair was flyaway with flecks of gold in it. Her features were small and she had freckles dotted either side of her nose. Slowly, her hands gripped the collar and she tugged the tee up and over her head. She held her T-shirt in her right hand and dropped her arms, revealing her bare breasts. "What cup are they? E?" She shook her head. "D". Both her nipples were pierced with tiny steel barbells through them. "How old are you Maddy?" "Twenty one." "Fuck me. How long have you been doing this?" She shrugged. "Playing? About two years. But properly only two months." "So is Shelly your first, you know, proper Mistress?" "Yes." "How did you meet her?" She blushed as she stood there topless, answering my questions. I drank in her prettiness. I'm not prejudiced about sexuality but I've always had a default visual image of lesbians as a bit butch, short haired, flat-chested. Maddy totally contradicted every one of my preconceptions. Her figure was like a musical instrument; perfect breasts, graceful ribcage, very slim waist and flared hips. "Online. I answered her ad." "Are you both committed lesbians?" She shrugged uncertainly. "Not really. Mistress is bi. But me. I'm ... I'm not sure. I'm ... exploring." I smiled, encouragingly. I didn't want her to think I was ridiculing her. "You prefer women?" She nodded. "Yes." "But you've had boyfriends?" "One." "One?" I queried. "One boyfriend." "But other guys?" She looked down, blushing, screwing up her face like she was forcing herself to reply. "One. So far. Mistress was clear from the start. She won't take anybody on who has gender limits. She wants me to learn to ... satisfy men too." I swallowed, absorbing this new information. "Come here." She came and stood just in front of me. I reached and gently touched her tits. They were wonderful. High, heavy but firm. I fingered her barbells. "And girlfriends? How many?" "Three." "That's all? So actually very few people have handled these tits so far?" "That's right." She whispered. "And do you like older men?" She glanced at me. Her eyes were aqua, like watery turquoise. She had gingery blonde eyebrows and eyelashes that were almost invisible. "I don't know." I raised my eyebrow, waiting for the truth. "Not really like that." She added. I smiled at her. I was starting to get Shelly's dynamic. I was meant to be a tough test for young Maddy. Her expression was deadpan but her eyes betrayed her. I could see deep into them like the waters of a tropical ocean. It was like she was looking at some spoonful of nasty tasting medicine. Necessary but unpleasant. "I'm forty." Her throat made a clicking sound as she dry-swallowed. Forty doesn't seem that old to me but I'll bet to any 21 year old it sounds ancient. I ran my thumbs over her nipples, under the curve of her breasts, then down her flanks. Her skin was soft, her ribs lean and her stomach concave. "Take off your skirt." She screwed her eyes shut and inhaled deeply. This time she hesitated longer, fighting some internal battle with herself. She opened her eyes and looked at me. I stared back. Her fingers slid inside her waistband and she fumbled with a button. Then, with a deep sigh, she lowered her skirt. She kept her stilettos on. She revealed bare thighs and the tiniest black thong. Oh fuck. The silk was sheer. I could see her hairless pussy mound through the triangle of material. At that moment, my phone rang again. Shit. I left her standing there and answered it. "Yes?" Phew. It was Shelly. I could tell by the background noise she was in a car. "Hi." She giggled. "How's it going?" I looked across at Maddy, standing topless in her thong, waiting. "It's going great." "Any questions?" "Well, we're just chatting. She's answered all my questions so far." I winked across at Maddy. "But I have loads for you later." "I warn you, it's a long story." "I've got plenty of time." Shelly chuckled. "She listening now?" "Yes." "Get her to blow you. She needs to practise sucking cock." I smiled inwardly. "I was kind of thinking the same thing." "She had a boyfriend when she was 18. But he was the only guy she'd had sex with before we met." "And since?" "I made her suck off my boyfriend last weekend. We had a little threesome." I raised an eyebrow. "And?" "I'm not sharing my boyfriend. So I thought I'd find her one of her own." "Me? But ...?" She laughed dismissively. "Oh don't worry. You don't have to wine and dine her or any of that stuff. You just have to use her for sex." "You have to be kidding." "Why? Just because you're twice her age and not exactly a hunk? That's why I chose you. You're a nice guy. You deserve a piece of 21 yr old ass." I couldn't believe it. "You're serious?" "Sure. I've done this before. Another sub, another guy, but the same routine. I love it. And everybody gets what they want." I was having trouble computing information, like a virus was munching my hard drive. An hour ago I'd been just some lonely hack surfing porn. "What time did you say you'd be back? Three thirty?" "Between three and four. Do what you like. But if you fuck her, make sure you use protection." We exchanged a few more words and then hung up. I walked back to Maddy. She'd been listening to every word. But I'd been careful not to give away much. Shelly had done most of the talking. "Maddy, do you know what I was doing just before you came round?" She shook her head. I pointed at my workstation. "I was sat at that desk, on that chair, jerking off." I cupped her chin and gripped her butt. Her pussy could wait in its thong. What Shelly had just told me was that this didn't have to be a one-off thing, after all. So I didn't have to cram every fucking thing I wanted to do to Maddy into one frantic session. "And now you're going to finish the job for me." She looked nauseous. I was really getting into this now. Any residual nerves had been replaced by urgent horniness. "Aren't you?" "Y ... yes." "Come over here." I marched her to my desk and pulled out my chair. It's the type that slides on castors. I pointed. "Kneel down there." She was nervous. She was obeying me now, not just Shelly. "Pull my jeans down." She got onto her knees. Her trembling fingers undid my belt and lowered my zip. Her turquoise eyes were moist. She jiggled my jeans down. I'd dressed in thirty seconds so I wasn't wearing underwear. My dick sprang into view. "Look up at me." I barked. Her eyes turned, blinking, peering over my bobbing erection and across my hairy stomach. "Now, you've got to admit, that's a fucking beautiful view." Maddy looked blank, like she was hypnotised. "Yes." She murmured feebly. "Yes, what?" "Yes ... Sir." I sat down in my chair, jeans round my ankles. "Get under the desk, bitch." It just felt right, calling her my bitch. She barely seemed to notice the insult. It was like she was on remote control. I clicked my Explorer icon and logged back onto the internet. I opened my favourites folder. "Start below my knees and kiss my legs." Her eyes looked at me and her mouth opened in a small o, like she was about to say something. Her lips were bow-shaped. "You want to say something?" She gulped and shook her head. "No." "Then get started." I opened my knees wider, suddenly aware of my own body odour. I had showered the previous morning before going to work. But Saturdays in the off-season I always leave my bathing and shave until the evening when I go out to my local bar. Her lips kissed my shins. I watched the top of her pretty head. I was already in my late teens and fucking when Maddy was born. Heck, age-wise she could have been my own kid. My dick twitched, hardening with anticipation. She licked my knees, leaving a damp trail up my inner thighs. Like any lesbian, I guess she'd done a lot of this kind of kissing. But then her mouth reached my balls. "Kiss them." A surge of sexual electricity and power ripped through me as her little tongue made contact with my hairy sac. I leaned forward and clicked my mouse, bringing up a porn site. I clicked again, back to the exact BDSM page I'd been viewing when my phone had rung. I took a handful of Maddy's strawberry blonde hair and guided her head up over my erection to my tummy. I used to be a keen soccer player until my knee blew. In my playing days I was young, fit, with washboard abs. Since then, lack of exercise and beer have given me a bit of a gut. I wanted her to kiss it. "Look up at me." She kept her head still while her eyes peered up over my hairy tummy. Her lips were pursed, kissing and licking. I tried to read her eyes. Was this turning her on? Was she thinking of Shelly now? Or me? Was she disgusted to be doing this to a guy? Or was she maybe not quite as lesbian as she thought? Not that I really gave a shit about any of that at that moment. I pushed the top of her head downwards and slid back in my chair. She thought I wanted her to start sucking cock. "Not yet". I took her left earlobe and steered her mouth underneath my balls. "Kiss my ass first." The Answer's yes, Shelly had said ... Anything, hadn't she? I hadn't been rimmed even once in at least fifteen years. I wasn't going to miss the fucking opportunity now. I loved the frown that creased Maddy's forehead as I uttered the words. I sat back and clicked the 'play' arrow on the screen. "Come on Maddy. Or do you want me to tell your Mistress you disobeyed a simple instruction so soon?" She gulped. Her pretty face slowly nestled into the Y between my butt cheeks and balls and I felt her tongue started to burrow inside. The music of the BDSM clip started up in synch with Maddy's analingus. It was beautiful. I lay there, watching some Eastern European whore's butt get kicked, while my asshole got licked. Maddy's blue eyes glanced up at me. "That's right. Porn. I'm watching porn. That's how much you mean to me. Now, stay tonguing my shitter but reach your right hand up and start stroking my dick. You're right handed, yeah?" Her head nodded and I felt a muted 'mmm' mumbled into my butt. Her fingers were slim and soft. She had one ring on her middle finger. It was only brass and it had the letters 'S' and 'm' entwined in a circle. Her hand started jerking my dick nicely like she'd given handjobs before. I'd been about to blow my load earlier and I knew it wouldn't take long this time. With a bit of luck my balls would have returned to manufacture mode and I'd shoot a nice impressive quantity. I slid even further back on the chair so she could rim me properly. The action on screen and the steady pump action on my dick were sending me into overload. "That's it. Don't stop. Yes. That. Yesss. Mmm." I'm certain Maddy would have been expecting me to want to cum in her mouth but I had a better idea. Jet after jet of my glutinous jizz sprayed my hairy stomach and belly button. She kept her hand siphoning me until it hurt and I had to flick it away. Her nose and tongue were still kissing my sweaty ass. "Oh fuck, Maddy." I exhaled, chuckling. "That was sooooo much better than me doing it myself." I scooted up the chair and reluctantly eased her face away from my butt. Her nose and cheeks were glistening. A teardrop dripped from her left eye. I winked at her and we both looked down at the fan-shaped mess on my gut. It was the biggest load of mine I'd ever seen. There was one single rope as far as my chest but numerous pearly streaks were concentrated on my tummy and pubes. I clicked the porn clip off and suddenly my room fell silent. "Tell me, do you like the taste of semen?" Her expression told me the answer. Her nostrils twitched. She shrugged. "Go on. I want to know. Did you ever swallow your boyfriend's cum?" She shook her head negatively. "I tried once. But not really." "Wonderful. Because you're going to lick this all up, until my belly's totally clean. And I'm going to watch and take photos for your Mistress." Something deep inside her had to be driving Maddy. Obviously she had to be getting some masochistic thrill somewhere. But from where I was sitting she simply looked disgusted. The Answer's Yes "Pass me my phone." I told her. I took 6 photos in all plus two short video clips. It took her fully five minutes to kiss the gloop from my skin, suckled from each strand of hair, licked from each ripple of flesh. She swallowed, gagged, heaved, but managed to keep going until, eventually, my sweaty flesh was spotless. I selected a photo and texted it to Shelly's phone. I grinned at Maddy. "Okay, get up." I tugged my own jeans up and buckled them. She was in just her thong and stilettos. She could work like that. I pointed at the mess around my place. "Get started tidying this all up." I watched her picking up my strewn belongings. I was still reeling from the shock of what we'd just done but at least my balls were drained now. I'd had a sexual thrill that could never be taken away from me. My phone pinged and I saw Shelly's reply. !!! LMAO Highlighting our age difference, I even had to google a translation of her acronym. I sat at my desk relishing the sight of a virtually naked young lady cleaning up; she put my shirts and underwear into the washing machine, then filled the kitchen sink and washed up the piles of dirty plates, cutlery and glasses. She stacked the books and magazines back onto the shelves. "Do you have a vacuum?" she asked. I shook my head. The time ticked by slowly. If I'd been on my own I'd have put on some music but I preferred the sounds of Maddy doing chores; the chunter of the washing machine, the clinking of glasses, the crackle of organising papers. She brushed the floor with a broom and swept the dust into a pan. Then she got down on her hands and knees with a bucket of water and cloth and wiped all the surfaces. "Don't forget the bathroom." I'd let her remove her stilettos because her calves ached. I lounged in the doorway, leaning against the frame, and watched her scrubbing my bathtub, shower and basin. Best of all, was when it was time for her to scour the toilet pan. When you live on your own like me, the grime can really build up. At a quarter past three, my phone rang. "I'm a few minutes away." Shelly said. "We'll be ready." By three thirty, Shelly and I were drinking tea, while Maddy was changing the sheets on my bed. "Thank you." I whispered. "For thinking of me." "You were the obvious candidate." She told me a little about herself. Her upbringing, teenage years, sexuality. It turned out she was 26, older than I thought. She worked in P.R. "Can I ask, do you prefer women or men?" "Men every time." She laughed. "I love my boyfriend. This is just my hobby." "A hobby!" "An amusement, then. I like dominating submissive women." "Lesbians?" "That's just a term. Of course, they think they're gay. That's why we get together. But I enjoy pushing their buttons. The need for submission and humiliation is usually an even stronger fetish than not being attracted to one gender or the other." "Is that really true?" She smiled. "Well, that's my theory and I'm trying to prove it." Maddy appeared from the bedroom carrying an armful of dirty linen. "Mind you," Shelly continued, languidly stretching, "I love a bit same of sex fun occasionally." She watched Maddy, while studying her red fingernails, like a tigress preparing its claws. "What about you?" I told her the basics about me. Single child, lonely but sporty, I'd gone into sports journalism because I'd never have made it as a pro. And I like writing. Aged 40. Never married. No girlfriend. "But you do have a friend with benefits!" she corrected. I reached out and took her empty teacup. There was a moment's silence. We both glanced over at Maddy's backside. She was loading my sheets into the washing machine. "If this was one of my short stories," I said, "there'd be a bit of lesbian action right about now." Shelly smirked. "Well it's my story, not yours. And so you'll have to wait and see if there's a next chapter and what happens in it." THE END?