2 comments/ 14952 views/ 2 favorites The Breakup By: Aswrite03 It was mortifying, really, to think of how easily she'd been taken in. As a strong, independent woman, she prided herself on her ability to tell when a man was truly interested in her, and when he was just trying to get her out of her clothes. At least, she had prided herself on that ability. But then Jude had come along...and before you could snap your fingers, she'd been stripping out of her clothes and begging him to take her. And he had. Oh, he had. But Celia wasn't the time to share. No, not at all. Even if there wasn't a plethora of diseases running around, it would grate her pride way too much to share a man with other women. And Jude...well, he couldn't have kept his zipper up even if it was super-glued. No matter how much she wanted to throw a fit, throw a pillow, throw a vase, throw anything, she refused to give in to the urge. Temper tantrums weren't something that strong women indulged in--they handled their problems and disappointments in a mature, controlled manner. Especially when they involved the opposite sex. Glancing in the foyer mirror as the knock landed on her door, Celia gave a little nod of approval. The grass green button-down shirt was a perfect match for her eyes, and complimented her light brown hair nicely. Her jeans were old, a favored pair, comfortable...but not so comfortable that they didn't cup her ass nicely. Her bare foot tapped on the hardwood floor as she continued her critical perusal, her toes painted a shockingly bright pink. It was the perfect outfit, the perfect look, to dump the cheating bastard. Look what you won't be fucking anymore. Too bad for you. Being mature didn't mean you couldn't be slightly vindictive as well. Turning to the door, she pulled it open, letting her full lips curve up slightly. Even as her traitorous hormones sighed over his long, rangy frame, the slightly long jet black hair, and the soulful blue eyes, her brain yelled out "Cheater! Cheater! Cheater!" With a firm reminder to listen to her brain and not her hormones, Celia stepped back, edging out of the way of Jude's kiss with the slightest of movements. Raising an eyebrow, Jude stepped inside, waiting until she closed the door and turned to face him before speaking. "Problem?" Like you don't know. "I think we should have a talk. Just a little one." Keeping herself an arm's length away from him, Celia crossed the small living room and settled into a deep armchair. Arching his eyebrow again, Jude took a seat opposite her on the couch, a mahogany coffee table covered with magazines and paper separating them. "I think it would be best for both of us if we stopped seeing each other. Certain...facts have been brought to my attention, and I don't feel comfortable continuing this relationship. In fact, I feel very uncomfortable, and very upset about the information that I was given." Celia waited a beat, to see if he would respond, and when he didn't, she raised her eyebrow in mocking imitation of him. "Silence, Jude? This is so unlike you." "By your delicate language, I can tell that what you're referring to is that fact that I sleep with other women." Chuckling at her outraged expression, he continued, "I won't insult either one of us by denying it. Although I could point out that you never asked if I was sleeping with anyone else, and we never officially agreed to be in a relationship, I don't think I will. You probably wouldn't appreciate it." Stunned at his audacity--not to mention the truthfulness of his remarks--Celia decided that maturity wasn't going to work for her tonight. Flinging a throw pillow at him, she shouted, "I shouldn't have had to ask. You should have volunteered the information. You should have--." Whatever else she might have been about to say was smothered by Jude's mouth on hers. Shocked motionless for a moment--they were having a fight, for Christ's sake, why was he kissing her--Celia sat completely still, her heart beating double time from temper. It had to be temper. Her hormones were completely under control. And then Jude nipped her lower lip in that way he had, causing her to gasp, and thrust his tongue into her mouth--and her hormones broke through the resistance of her mind. Gripping his hips with her hands, she sucked on his tongue, an erotic reminder of what else she did so well with her mouth, and managed to push herself to her feet. Circling like a pair of drunks, they stumbled a few steps before coming up hard against the coffee table. With one sweep of his arm, Jude cleared the smooth surface, backing Celia up until she sat down with an unceremonious plop. Eager now, more than eager, verging on desperate, Celia unfastened his pants and dragged them down his hips, a low hum of anticipation in her throat. His boxers followed, and he tugged his shirt off, leaving him standing there, gloriously naked. She was already leaning forward and taking him into her mouth when he tangled his hands in her hair. Moaning, Celia ran her tongue around the head of his shaft before sucking him deep into her mouth. Pulling back until just the head rested on her tongue, she flicked it against the underside, causing Jude's hands to tighten in her hair, and his hips to buck slightly. Repeating the motions--the long, slow suckle, the short head flick--Celia closed her eyes and gave herself over to pleasuring him. After only a short time, much shorter than usual, she heard Jude's breath catch the way it did right before he came. Sure enough, within heartbeats, he exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed thirstily, humming low in her throat. He tasted excellent, as always--not too bitter, not too sweet. Just right. And to her delight, he was apparently just as fired up as she was. Pulling out of her mouth, still hard, he pushed her all the way back on the coffee table. Her legs fell open naturally, and he moved to stand between them. Reaching down, he took her shirt in his hands and pulled, buttons popping everywhere, making her gasp. The front catch of her bra, the same shade as the now-ruined shirt, was undone in half a second, and before she even registered that he'd moved, he'd bent over and sucked her nipple into his mouth. Arching her back at the exquisite sensation, Celia grabbed his head and pressed it more firmly against her breast. The man was as talented with his mouth as she was with hers. He knew exactly how much pressure was too much, and how much was enough to have her begging for more. Moving his head to the other breast, he gave it the same treatment, pulling on the nipple gently with his teeth, listening to her whimpers of pleasure. Their hands tangled together in their rush to get her jeans off, and Jude sent a small prayer of thanksgiving up that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Cupping her ass in his rough hands, he bent his head, and lifted her up at the same time. When his tongue flicked across her clit, Celia came on a strangled moan. The man had a mouth made for the gods, was all she could think, more than a little dazed. And when he settled down and really got to business, even that lovely little haze blurred. The second time she came, she bit her lip to keep from screaming and disturbing the neighbors. Long minutes later, when he sucked her clit into his mouth and slipped two fingers into her, her climax drained every thought from her mind, even the neighbors. "Oh, God, oh, God, God." Flicking her clit with his tongue one last time, Jude laughed low in his throat and slid up her limp body, nipping at the underside of one breast before laying his mouth over hers. "He's a little busy, you'll have to settle for me." And with that, he thrust into her wet heat, biting back a moan of his own. She fit him like a velvet glove, snug enough to feel fantastic, but not so tight that he couldn't be a little rough with her. Canting her hips up, he dragged her legs up, maneuvering them, and her, until her ankles rested on his shoulders. Now she was so tight, and he was so deep, it verged on painful. Whimpering in the back of her throat, Celia wiggled her hips, not caring that he laughed at her again. "Eager little wench, aren't you?" Biting back a sob--God, he felt huge at that angle--Celia nodded, all pride gone, reduced to a quivering ball of lust. And then he started to fuck her--nobody would call this making love, or something as plain as sex. Hard, deep thrusts, while he nibbled on her earlobe and whispered dirty things in her ear. Whore. Wench. I'm gonna fuck you until you can't move. I bet you love that thought, don't you? When her next orgasm hit, Celia swore that she stopped breathing, it was that strong. And he kept fucking her right through it, until it seemed that she never stopped coming at all. By the time he picked up his pace, his breathing ragged and harsh, Celia was caught on the edge of some incredible plane of pleasure, right at the border before pain. Thrusting one last time, Jude reached down between their bodies, feeling for her clit. Pinching it between his fingers, he gave out a shout as he felt Celia's body convulse one last time, triggering his own orgasm. It seemed to go on forever, one of the best, if not the best, he'd ever had. Collapsing on top of her, he slid her ankles off his shoulders, letting her legs fall to the ground. After long minutes, he managed to find the strength to stand up. Slowly, because he was still more than a little weak in the knees, he pulled his clothes on, glancing down at Celia's still form on the coffee table. Once he was dressed, he bent over and brushed his lips against hers in a gentle caress, but with just enough heat to have her stirring weakly and reaching for him. Easing back, he said, "I'll call you sometime tomorrow." With that, he crossed the room, opening the door and letting himself out. Celia curled up on the coffee table, still shivering slightly from her last orgasm. She already knew she'd pick up the phone on the first ring. The Breakup Well, a few days after January first, the college reopened. That's always extremely rude. Some times I thought it would be better if we never got any substantial time off because it was so difficult to get back in the swing of things again. And what was even worse was the end of term was quickly approaching. Of course there were going to be research papers due, that I hadn't even chosen my topics for and final exams for subjects in which I hadn't even cracked the books open yet. Something drastic was going to have to happen. Haha, no I don't mean studying. The first day back in school I didn't see Eric until just before lunch. And he looked right through me. I took that to mean he was still pissed. Real insightful, ain't I? You know me – I'm not shy so I waltzed on up to him. The fact is that I really did feel bad. Looking back, I suppose I should have held out with Vicki until she agreed to let Eric come instead of Derek. You see, she didn't know Eric and she knew Derek and she wanted to invite someone who wouldn't embarrass her and Jack in front of the Mayor. But then why would she invite me? Haha. Anyway I could have stressed to her that Eric was extremely couth in public and I could have even had him come over and meet her and Jack. Oh well, water under the bridge, live and learn and all those other trite clichés. Anyway I walked up to him and began to say, "Eric, I'm really sorry about –" and he walked away! Wow! That really threw me for a loop. I never thought he'd be that upset. I was really bummed. You might be surprised at this, because I usually run the entire show with males, but in this case it was his ball game. Just the thought of him usually turns my knees to jelly. I was miserable and mortified. A number of students had witnessed him thoroughly diss me and they were smiling, but not after I glared at them. Mwahaha! Eric or no Eric, they were still frightened of my mouth and my rep. That afternoon I went home with Tom and Alecia. Man, I felt sorry for them, because they sure received an earful from me concerning Eric. They were so noncommittal I wasn't certain how they felt on the matter. They were of course intelligent enough not to agree with me when I said that Eric was a jerk. Many a good friendship has fallen by the wayside when the friend agreed that the girl/boy friend was an idiot and they were better off without them, only to have the relationship resumed on the next day. Finally after all was said and done, Alecia asked, "So what are you going to do?" "I don't know anymore," I said. "Why don't you go over to his house to talk to him?" Tom suggested. "Oh no Tom, I don't think that's a good idea at all," Alecia said. "I'm sorry, I thought he was talking to me," I said. Alecia stuck her tongue out at me in a joky manner. I laughed and said, "No use trying to seduce me to change my mind." "Will you take me?" I asked Tom. "Sure, I'd be glad to," Tom said quickly, before Alecia could register a further protest. "Then I'm going with you," my girl friend said emphatically. "Somebody has to, to make sure you don't get in any further trouble." A half an hour later, Tom was pulling his car up to the curb in front of Eric's home. I was relieved to see his father's car wasn't in the driveway. If his father was home, then I wouldn't be able to follow through with my plan. As it was, I wasn't certain if I had the courage to do it or not. It was pretty over the top, even for me. I said jokily, "If I'm not back in ten minutes Sergeant, come get me." Tom laughed, but Alecia snorted at me. I stepped out of the car and then I stepped out of my blouse and skirt and walked up the sidewalk to their house naked. Behind me in the car, I could hear Alecia saying excitedly to Tom, "See, I told you. I knew she would do this. Go get her, Tom." Hearing this, I sprinted up to the house and was standing in front before Tom could get out of the car. I rang the doorbell and in a minute, Eric's mother answered the door. To be fair to her, she never said a word out of turn, although she did do a double take when she first saw me standing there nude. "Why hello there, Sara," Eric's mother said loudly. "How are you, dear?" I understood it right away. Eric had visitors and she was attempting to warm him of my impending arrival in his room. "I've been good," I said. "Is Eric upstairs?" I asked, already moving toward the staircase. "Yes, he is, but Sara –" she answered. "It's okay," I interrupted. "I won't stay but a minute." I just knew that he had a woman up there. Hell, he didn't waste much time replacing me. I bounded up the stairs and walked right into his bedroom. The door wasn't locked. I wasn't all surprised at the sight I was confronted with – Eric and a blonde sitting on his bed all intertwined with each other and involved in a big lip lock. I recognized the bimbo right away. Her name was Heather and she had been sniffing around Eric like an old hound dog the whole time we had been going together. Eric broke for air and finally noticed me standing there naked. How he had changed – just a short while ago he would have noticed the first second I showed up in his room. "Sara!" he exclaimed in surprise. He jumped up off the bed I'm sure to escort me out of his room immediately. Heather looked up at me and sneered her lip at me. "Who let the naked slut in, Eric?" she said. Heather was fairly good looking, with long blonde hair and green eyes. She was only five feet tall which is so short I was considerably taller than her. She also weighed in at just under a hundred. For her small stature, she had a nice figure, and appeared to have around 34b breasts. Heather had done the most she could with her looks with the judicious use of makeup because her face was long – almost a horse face – neigh! – haha. With makeup she had been able to emphasize her green eyes, which were a good feature of hers. By this time, Heather had also stood up from the bed. "Come on, slut," she invited. "You wanna go at it?" "Who's a slut? You're the one who couldn't wait for the body to cool off before moving in. What'd you do? Come over early this morning?" I said. "A lot you know," Heather retorted. "Eric asked me to go with him on New Year's Eve. It was him who couldn't wait." I felt as though I had been hit across the face with a baseball bat and it must have shown in my expression. "So is little Sara wara going to cry now?" Heather mocked me. I didn't care about anything at that point. I just wanted to get out of there, go somewhere and really cry. I couldn't believe he could be such a prick – I had really thought he loved me. I turned to leave the room but Heather said, "Oh no you don't, you show up here naked, uninvited and interrupt us. I do believe you deserve an ass whipping." "No, Heather," Eric said. "Just let her go." Heather stepped by me thereby now blocking the door. "No way," she said. Eric looked at me and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, "Well, I tried and she won't listen. Go ahead and beat her butt and I won't interfere." I don't know if my interpretation was correct, but that is the way everything turned out. Heather was wearing a green and white tank top and gray dungarees – not for long I might add. I acted as though I was frightened of her – (who said I'm not a great actress? Me – afraid of that shrimp?). I was backing up and saying, "Please, I just want to leave." "It's far too late for that," she spoke the appropriate line. I wanted to congratulate her on her dialogue, but I was busy at the time because she stepped forward and pulled her hand back to slap me. When she brought it forward (incredibly slowly I might add), I grabbed onto her wrist, spun her around and jammed her arm way up high on her back. "Ow!" she cried out, in pain and I imagine some fear at this point. It had to feel to her as though I was ripping her arm out of her shoulder socket. "Let me go!" she screamed. Heather was the one now who had tears rolling down her face. "Oh, is the whittle Heather all done with fighting?" I said, and then laughed at her. I dropped her arms and as she used the opportunity to painfully straighten them out, I reached out at the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head. "Stop it!" she shouted and her hands flew up to cover her breasts. "Help me, Eric," she pleaded. "Hey," he said. "I told you let her go, she wanted to leave, but you wanted to fight. Now deal with it." What guy wouldn't get off watching two women fighting over him? I unbuttoned her jeans and started to yank them down. Heather uncovered her breasts and grabbed on to the top of her dungarees attempting to pull them back up. I grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it painfully. "Ow!" she loudly complained. When she pulled her hands up to try and push me away, I completely pulled her jeans and panties off. "Eric, don't look!!" Heather shrieked. "We haven't reached that stage in our relationship." I laughed out loud to hear that. So he hadn't fucked her yet! Eric couldn't have been pleased that I had heard that admission. Heather was so flipped out to be stripped naked by me in front of Eric that she had thrown herself on the floor covering up her frontal nudity. After gathering up Heather's clothing in my arms, I turned to him, smiled and said, "Maybe this will give you the opportunity to pork her now." "Sara," he said sadly. I began to cry again and I ran down the stairs and out of the house, still carrying Heather's clothing. I threw them down just before entering Tom's car. "Sara, what –" Tom began to speak. "Take me home, please," I interrupted. I went straight to bed and stayed there all evening. I never even thought about eating, I had no appetite anyway. The next day I told my mother I didn't feel well and wanted to stay home. I wasn't lying – I did feel like shit. I don't think she believed me, but she was just so happy to have me at home that she didn't challenge me. Again I had no appetite, but later she brought me a bowl of chicken noodle soup. Haha, isn't that the universal mother's recipe for universal illness? Actually it wasn't bad. I wasn't escaping my emotions – I wasn't reading, watching TV, using the computer, talking on the phone or listening to music. I was just staring at the ceiling – I was DEPRESSED. I did the same thing the next day. I stayed home from classes sick. In mid-afternoon of the second day I had two visitors. No silly, it wasn't Eric and Heather – that would be someone else's story. It would be by some goof who wrote for "Stupid Romance Stories" or "Idiotic Tales For The Sexually Repressed." It was Tom and Alecia. They had turned out to be such good friends to me that they had become worried when I didn't show up for college for two days in a row. Even though I hated it, I hardly missed a day. Know your enemy, I always say. I had been so depressed that I was completely dressed laying in bed. They told me Eric and I were the talk of the student's quad and that most people were on my side. I told them I could give a rat's ass about that, but Alecia assured me that it was really true. I again said I could give a good God damn, but I did ask what people were primarily saying about me. Tom said that most people thought I was treated very shabbily indeed. Alecia told me it was time to get out of bed and to fight back. I told her to mind her own frigging business. "I'm not leaving here until you get up," Alecia said. We sat there about a half an hour, not saying a word further, glaring at each other. Finally Alecia said, "Tom, go pull her out of bed." Now Tom is big and very strong so I had no doubt he wouldn't have any difficulty at all in complying with Alecia's order, so I threw in the towel, so to speak and got up under my own locomotion. "That's better," Alecia praised me. "Go screw yourself," I suggested to her. Alecia laughed and said, "That's certainly not the first time I've been told to do that, but I haven't as of yet figured out a way to do it." It was then that I noticed that Alecia was carrying a zippered athletic bag. She unzipped the bag now and pulled out a cute black sweater and skirt outfit. The cotton sweater was a pull over with over sized sleeves and the skirt was of the very short variety. "Here," she said, holding it out to me. "I brought you this outfit." I didn't take it and instead I said, "What am I supposed to do with that?" "You're to wear it, you twit," and then she and Tom laughed as if it were the world's funniest joke. "Don't call me any of your family names," I retorted. "Very amusing," Alecia said. "But put this on." "No," I said firmly, folding my arms in front of my chest. "Tom, hold her while I strip her," Alecia said. Tom began to stand. "Don't you dare, Tom," I said. "I'll kick you right in the balls." Tom sat back down immediately. "Tom," Alecia warned firmly. He stood up again. I don't mean to suggest that Tom is a wishy washy wussy, it's just that he was caught in the middle of a struggle between two very strong willed young women. "Okay, okay," I acquiesced. I had no wish for Alecia to ruin my clothing. Tom sat back down, while I removed my t-shirt and blue jeans, leaving me standing in a bra and panties. "Sara! You're wearing underwear!" Alecia said, with utmost surprise in her voice. "Yes," I agreed. "Why wouldn't I be?" "Oh this is just too bad," Alecia commiserated. "What are you talking about?" I said. "You were one of a kind, now you're just like everyone else." "Well, everyone else gets along better than I do," I said. "I can't believe you're saying this. Take that underwear off," Alecia ordered. "I will not," I said. "And even if I agreed to, I wouldn't take it off in front of Tom." "Oh, this is ridiculous, Sara," Alecia said. "And I'm not going to waste any more time with it. Tom, go grab her." I was going to run from my room and find my mother and get her to ask them to leave, but I didn't make two steps before Tom had stood up and grabbed me. He stood behind me and grasped my biceps in his strong hands. Alecia quickly stripped my bra and panties from me, leaving me naked in front of Tom. In my present state of mind, I was very embarrassed. It was as if I had no emotional memory of my past life. I can't possibly explain it, I can only describe it. I kicked at Tom's feet and ankles until I had annoyed him enough so he released me. "Here," Alecia said, holding out the outfit. "Put this on." "No, not without underwear being put on first," I said. "Tom," Alecia said. As he went to grab me, I said, "Okay, okay." And I put the sweater and skirt on. The sweater was light cotton material so it wasn't scratchy at all against my bare skin. "So now what, you bitch?" I said. Alecia laughed loudly. "We're going down to the mall." I didn't even bother to ask her why, I just wanted to finish whatever her silly game was so I could get back to my room and lay in bed. "Okay, but only because I can't stop you from dragging me there. I have absolutely no interest in anything there." "Oh, I think you will," my friend said mysteriously. When we arrived downstairs I informed my mother we were going out to the mall. She said she was delighted to see that I was feeling better and going out with my "little" friends. Lord, this woman was so out of touch. Tom drove with Alecia sitting next to him. I sat in the back like the recalcitrant child. I was sooo pissed – dragging me out of bed against my will and then down to the mall. Once we arrived, we went straight to the Dredricks of Dollywood store – hehe – I don't want to plug any businesses. We go inside and I glanced around. I didn't seen anything out of the ordinary – just a number of young women looking at the merchandize and dreaming what it would look like on them and some pervy guys wondering what it would look like on them – haha, no – wondering what it would like on their girlfriends. Suddenly I was afraid I saw the reason Alecia had dragged me in there. There stood Eric and little miss blondie over in the back corner of the shop. I turned right around to leave the store. "Oh no you don't," Alecia said, grabbing on to my arm. "Hey Eric!" my friend (?) called out to him causing him and Heather to look over at us. I could have cheerfully killed her at that instant and not felt a second of guilt. "Well, well, well, look who's here," Heather said. "That slut Sara." "Heather," Eric warned. "Leave her alone, look what happened last time, I don't want any trouble here at the mall. "You never took me here," I accused Eric. Before he could answer, Heather butted in. "That's because it wouldn't have helped your skank ass." I heard some of the women customers titter. "No, that's because Eric only needed the sight of me naked to fire up his libido," I retorted. There was louder laughter at my remark. Heather flushed in anger. "Hey, Eric, isn't Sara's outfit cute?" Alecia asked. "Yes, it's very nice," he said diplomatically. Heather laughed maliciously and said, "Oh save me, as ugly as your naked ass is, it's better looking than that outfit." "I'm leaving," I said. "Don't let me keep you," Heather retorted. Alecia waved her right hand in a small circle, which must have been the high sign for Tom to act, because he pushed my head down and then grasped my hands and, with one hand, held them together in front of my face. He pushed my back down with the other hand. I struggled but couldn't get myself loose from him. I've mentioned previously that Tom is very strong. Alecia then kicked at my ankles until I widened my legs far apart. She then flipped my short skirt up until it rested on back, displaying all of my ass and my wide open pussy. "Hey, Eric – remember this? Alecia asked, spreading out my pussy even wider with her hands.. "You're turning down the best lay you'll ever have for that big mouthed twit over there?" "Hey cunt! Watch what you say about me," Heather yelled. I knew on another day Alecia would have wiped the floor with Heather for saying that, but at the present time she was not going to be diverted from her plan of action. From the position that Tom had my head in, I could see the extreme lust written on Eric's handsome features, and the lengthening of his prick beneath his trousers. He suddenly pulled his zipper down and released his monster – I mean his long erection and thrusted it straight into me. It didn't hurt at all, I must have already had some moisture there was from my exposure in the store. I could hear most of the young women sniggering nervously and the heavy breathing of the few young men in the store. "My God," I heard one woman say in a hoarse stage whisper. "They're screwing." For once Heather apparently had nothing to say. She probably already knew she had lost big time. No one could really see anything specifically because Alecia had flipped the back of my skirt back down over me and Eric's prick. But they certainly knew what we were doing! Eric thrust into me hard, over and over. I was already as hot as a fire cracker. Since Tom and Alecia were sure that I wasn't going anywhere at this point, they backed off of me and, in fact, now stood in a guard of two to protect us from anyone's interference. "Oh God, Sara," Eric whispered in my ear, so I knew he was getting close. I pushed back against him as hard and as fast as I could, keeping perfect time with his thrusting. It was terrific. I had missed his prick inside of me. I felt my climax building up from way down inside of me. "Go now," I spoke softly to Eric. He exploded his orgasm into him. God, it all felt good. The rush of his cum triggered me and I did some exploding of my own. I bit the inside of my cheek hard to keep from screaming out. I didn't think that screaming while making love in the mall was proper sexual etiquette. The Breakup I could tell Eric was winding down by his lack of activity behind me. I could have kept going, but I realized we needed to get out of there as soon as we could – that we pressed our luck as far as we should. "Eric," I said. "That was heavenly, but need to skedaddle." "Skedaddle?" he echoed. "Yeah, skedaddle," I repeated. "Didn't you ever watch those old Red Skelton repeats when you were a kid?" "Bubblegom, you are a trip." "It would be wise for you to remember that in the future," I said. Eric laughed and then crammed his prick back into his pants and zippered up. I smoothed my skirt over my body and we left, quickly but quietly – all four of us. Heather was left behind – boo hoo for her! And that was how Eric and I got back together. The End The Breakup Chloe turned back to Adam. "I don't really know how to say this, Adam, but I've, well, I've found someone else." "What?" "It's just, I don't think things are working out between-" "But we've always ha-" "Look, I understand. And to make it up to you, I'm going to treat you to the best sex of your life." A sly grim crep across Adam's face. He knew this was it, and he was finally going to get the chance of a lifetime. He had some work to do. "Adam? Baby?" "Yeah? I was-" "Look, I've got to get to work, and" she said erotically, "I'll be waiting." "Oh yeah..." was all Adam could say. Adam had to get to work too. But not necessarily in that sense. He hopped in the car. Before he could do anything, he had to get gas. He drove awhile, stopping at an Exxon to fill up. Then for the dirty work. He drove to the XXX Depot, a sex shop in town. He browsed for a while, finally finding what he needed. He bought the stuff, and went to work. Upon returning, he found his house pleasingly furnished. A lemon scented candle was in the corner, burning away, and a bottle of champagne was sitting on the table. he stuck something in his pocket, and asked for his wife. "Baby?" A call came from his bedroom. "I've been waiting for you." "Well I-" He was held speechless as a figure came down the stairs. Chloe looked as beutiful as ever, wearing a tight lace corset and thin fishnet leggings. He was almost ready to drop his plans when he realized this only made it more perfect. She blew him a kiss as she came down, then finally giving him the real thing. She slowly approached him, and all he could do waas grown. She gently touched his lips with her small fingers, then exploring his mouth with her tongue. She sucked on his lip, and he lightly set his tongue into her lips. The kiss seemed to go on forever, but then Adam sprung. He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her down to the couch. He whipped a switchblade out of his pocket, and put it under her chin. "You're gonna shut up now slut, or I'm gonna kill you. Now go to the fucking bedroom." Her heart raced with fear as he pushed her roughly up the stairs. She trembled as he threw her onto the bed, and screamed as he blindfolded her and bound her. But amid all this, deep in her, was a slight sense of excitement. She never really liked BDSM, but she found this slightly erotic. He bound her to the bed, face up, with silk. Then, using his knife, he slit off her clothing as she tried to scream. Realizing this, he reached inside the bag, and ball gagged her. He then proceeded to wrap her tightly with saran wrap, as he stuck a clenced fist up her dry pussy. "We'll have to fix that," he said. "You broke up with me, slut, so now you're gonna pay." All she could do was utter a moan. He tightened the bonds. Then he pulled out a whip, viciously slashing at her genitals multiple times. He was not done, then pulling out needles, and stabbing them into her pussy. Just when she thought he was done, he pulled out matches, and lit the wooden ends of the needles, intensifying the pain. Unexpectedly he cut off all of her bonds, and commanded her to suck his dick. She obliged, but shuddered as he paddled her. "Know your place, bitch," was all he said. Then, as surprisingly as this torture ahd come, she bit down on his tiny cock. He shrieked, and she pushed him to the ground. his cock turned a deep purple as she bound him to the bed, blindfolded him, gagged him, and wrapped him. "Ha! You bastard, you don't know who I am." She bagan to like it more and more. She looked inside the bag, and remarked that he had supplied her well. She grabbed the whip, bringing it down on his balls once, twice, ten times, as he struggled for release. She took some rope, and secured his now normal but rock-hard cock to his torso. "Know your place, bastard." She paddled his cock furiously as it turned purple again. "That's how I like it," she whispered. "And now I'm gonna scar you." She put two, three, then seven needles into his ballsac, and lit them all as he cried in pain. She spaked his ass with the paddle as hard as she could, until it bled. Now she was ready. "You wanted to torture me, now I'm gonna do it so damned bad to you." She pulled two things out of the bag. A small wooden board, and a knife. She put his cock on the board, then held the knife over it. "Don't worry, as much as I'd like to, I won't cut it off. Only some of it." She pulled his foreskin over the board, and knowing what what coming, he nearly fainted. His cheeks turned purple as all he could do was watch and wait. She put down the knife and board, and walked towards his head. She pulled off his gag. "Now say you'll be my slave forever." He was silent. She spanked his balls with her palm five times, and held the knife over them. "Say it or you know what's coming." "I'll be your slave for as long as I live, my beautiful mistress." "Now I'm going to have to put my mark on you, slut." She pulled his foreskin over his head and onto the board, and cut it off in a slow, uneven strike. He screamed and bled for what seemed like eternity, all as she whiped and spanked him. then he fainted. The Breakup Catherine felt dejected as she sat in the secluded booth of the café. She checked her watch. It was almost 2 o'clock. She hadn't done anything like this in 20 years, that is to say, break up with a man. It had been more difficult than she'd ever thought possible. She'd clearly broken his heart; he'd left the café in a quick huff. Catherine knew she'd done the right thing, but it still pained her to hurt Thomas like that, but the simple fact was that she'd crossed a line with him that no mother ever should. Catherine nervously drank her cup of tea for the next half-hour or so, just trying to soak in how things had gotten to this point with her son. Catherine's marriage to her husband Brian had never been especially unhappy, just passionless. She'd been content with that throughout her 20's and 30's, but by the time she'd reached forty Catherine felt stuck in a rut. She'd tried everything to re-kindle, or more like kindle for the very first time, any type of spark between herself and Brian, but he seemed more disinterested in her now than ever before. He wasn't a cruel man, just a cold one. Even at forty, Catherine was still an attractive woman, but it wasn't just her dried up sex life that was keeping them apart. They'd never really connected as a husband and wife should, even when they first got married. It was just more apparent now than when she was younger. As things got worse with Brian, Catherine got lonelier and lonelier. The only good thing that seemed to come out this was that she grew closer to her son Thomas. She never dreamed it would ever become more than that; never dreamed that the spark of passion that had so long eluded her in her relationship with her husband would suddenly ignite with her own son. Yet somehow, over the course of several months, it had happened. At first things remained platonic, but the more time they spent together the more things just seemed to "click" between them. She began to see qualities in Thomas that started to make her wonder what it would be like to have something more with him. He was loving, sensitive... all of the things she cared for in a man. Thomas was a strapping young lad too; as Catherine's affections for him changed her appreciation for his developing physique changed as well. Actually, she "noticed" Thomas much earlier than that, but now her desires became harder and harder to control. It felt awkward at first, having such un-motherly thoughts about her own son, but at the time Catherine never believed anything would come of it. She was wrong. One night when the two of them were alone in the house it had happened. There was a storm outside, and the power to the house had gone out. The two of them had come home from the movies, soaked to the bone and shivering from the wind and the rain. After changing into some dry clothes Catherine went to pour them some brandy to heat themselves while Tom set about to get the fireplace going. And so they sat on a rug in front of the crackling fire, talking and drinking. Tom had a large cotton blanket wrapped around them to help keep them warm, although between the fire and the brandy it probably wasn't necessary. It was nice and toasty, nestled together like this, and altogether romantic. Catherine hadn't intended for anything sexual to happen, but when Tom took the initiative and pressed his hot lips to hers, she couldn't help but melt into his arms. As cliché as it sounds, nothing wrong had ever felt so right. Even thinking about it now brought a tear to Catherine's eye; she could almost still hear the sound of the falling rain that night as she and Thomas tenderly explored their passions for each other in front of the crackling fire. Nothing about it felt awkward; in fact, it had all been so... perfect. The next few weeks were as tumultuous as they were exciting as Catherine did her best to bridle her young, strapping lover. His exuberance was infectious, however, and despite all the risks she was taking in this relationship Catherine was having the time of her life. After nearly a month, things started calming down, and Catherine started to reflect more on what was she was doing. It wasn't right, and more importantly, it wasn't fair to Thomas. She tried to tell him how she felt, but was too worried about hurting his feelings. Perhaps it was a more than that... the exhilarating ride of the last month had it's addictive properties as well, and for a time Catherine was unsure whether or not she was willing to give it up. Luckily, her senses finally had won out, hence the rendezvous with Thomas today. It had been hard on him, hard on both of them. Catherine finished her tea and set off for home. This was certainly unlike any breakup she'd had before, and with Thomas still living at home things were going to be hairy for a while. After what had just transpired, Catherine felt nervous about even having to face him again. The next few days were extremely difficult. Thomas barely spoke to Catherine anymore, his despondent behavior getting progressively worse. Even Brian, who had never gotten particularly involved as a parent, noticed that something was terribly wrong with his son. He'd asked Thomas about it, but of course Thomas said nothing. Eventually, he approached Catherine. "Catherine, what's going on between you and Tom?" he asked. "Is he avoiding you or something?" "Well, if you must know, we had a bit of an argument," Catherine replied, "But it's nothing to worry about; he'll be fine in a day or so." "Are you sure, dear? Maybe I can help." Brian said. "Um, no, it'll be fine," Catherine answered. Of all the times Brian could've helped with Thomas, he had to pick this one. Catherine shook her head as she chuckled softly to herself, wondering how shocked Brian's face would be if he learned that the reason their son was upset was because she couldn't be his lover anymore. Catherine quickly admonished herself for seeing anything humorous in such a scene. Her sense of humor could be a bit perverse at times, although considering the moral indiscretions she'd committed over the last month... a ribald sense of humor was the least of Catherine's worries. Nothing changed for the next two days, and Catherine was beginning to worry. Moreover, Brian was asking her more and more questions about what had happened between her and Tom. Catherine had thought that giving her son some time and space alone to work things out was the best idea, but it wasn't working. It was time to have a talk with him again. It was a Saturday. Brian was out playing golf with his friends and Thomas was in his room studying. Catherine mustered enough courage and walked up the stairs to her son's room. When she got there, she lightly rapped on the closed door. "Thomas? Can I come in?" Catherine asked. "Uh... yeah. It's open," Thomas replied. Catherine opened the door and shut it behind her. Tom was sitting on his bed with a number of textbooks open, doing his homework. His eyes briefly darted up at her when she came in, but then returned to the book he was reading. "Tom, we need to have a talk," Catherine said. Her son's expression remained the same. A bit irritated, Catherine barked, "I expect you to look at me when I'm speaking to you." Thomas closed the book in front of him and looked up. Catherine could see the pain in his eyes, the same pain that had been there on the day she'd broken up with him. Knowing that she was the cause of such pain to her son was almost enough to make Catherine cry. "Dear, this has to stop," Catherine said, her voice becoming soft again. "It's time for you to move on." "How can I?" Thomas replied, fighting back his own tears now. "How can I go on wondering how something so great could just end so suddenly? I wish I knew how to fix it; make things right again. I wish I knew what I did to make you not want to be with me anymore." "Dear, we've already been through this. You didn't do anything 'wrong.' In fact, our time together was wonderful." Catherine quickly regretted saying that sentence. After pausing for a moment she continued. "Thomas, we can't continue what we've been doing. It's not fair to you, not fair to your father." "Oh, don't give me that crap about him!" Thomas exclaimed. "You've been miserable with Dad for years." "I've never cheated on him before," Catherine said. "Doesn't mean you're happy," Thomas sharply replied. "Tell me something, if I wasn't your son would you be cheating on Dad with me?" "I don't know... maybe," Catherine stammered, clearly caught off guard by the question and feeling a bit ashamed by her response. "I never intended for any of this to happen. If somebody had told me a year ago that you and I would become lovers I would have said they were crazy. I just got lonely, and you were there. And before I knew it, everything got out of control." "I was there," Thomas repeated in a semi-mocking tone. "Gee, nice to know you think so highly of me." "Oh Tom, it's not like that at all," Catherine said reassuringly. "You're a remarkable young man, and you'll make a great husband some day. That's why this has to stop. I know you don't want to believe it, but it's for your own good. It's time you found a girl your own age and had a real relationship." "I know what you're trying to say Mom, but it's hard. It's hard to think that maybe if I done things better, you wouldn't be so quick about wanting to stop. I mean, was there something I could've done better?" Thomas paused, trying to find the right words, "Was I not good enough at... it?" "Oh, my goodness," Catherine huffed back. "I can't believe you're thinking such things. Thomas, I probably shouldn't be talking to you like this anymore, but you were a wonderful lover." His face brightened up a bit at her words. With a bit of a sly grin, Catherine added, "I know you don't have much experience with girls, but I thought at least you could tell when a woman is enjoying herself." "I dunno," Tom said, still speaking in a dispirited tone. "After everything that's happened I've been questioning everything I've done, trying to figure out if I did something you didn't like. I even starting thinking that maybe I wasn't any good and that you were faking it just to make me feel better." "Thomas dear, I wasn't faking. If I were that good an actress I'd be winning Academy Awards. When things settle down for you and you find a nice girl, she'll appreciate what a great a lover you are. As long as you remember to be considerate of her needs, you have nothing to worry about." He seemed to be in better spirits now, so Catherine began exiting the room. "I have to make dinner now, Thomas. I know things will be tough for a while, but let's at least try to be friends. OK?" "OK," Thomas replied. Catherine stepped outside and was closing the door when Tom blurted out, "Uh, Mom, can I ask you one last thing?" "Sure, sweetie, what is it?" she replied. "Were you OK with, um, you know..." Thomas asked, momentarily glancing down towards his lap. Catherine was a bit shocked by the question. The truth was, Thomas was remarkably well endowed. "You've got nothing to worry about dear. In fact, you're very well blessed in that department." she said. Thomas gave her a little smile when he heard her last remark. "Damn," Catherine said to herself, "why can't I quit while I'm ahead." Catherine closed the door and went down to the kitchen to start making dinner. She felt uncomfortable, like the way someone feels in a stuffy room. Catherine loosened her clothing a little and opened a window, then poured herself a glass of cold water. "What's wrong with me?" she asked. The answer came to her when she realized that her face was flushed and her nipples were jutting like spikes against her blouse. Her conversation with Thomas about their sex life had unconsciously aroused her. She had to fight off the urge to start recollecting some of the finer moments she'd had with him over the last month. "Jeez, I really am screwed up," Catherine said, shaking her head in disbelief once she was able to focus her thoughts elsewhere. "I just hope Thomas didn't notice." But of course, he had. And as Catherine set out chopping carrots for her soup her son was right over head on the floor above her, laying on his bed and stroking a massive erection as he masturbated about what he'd just seen from his mother. He wondered if Catherine was aware that she'd smiled lecherously when she complimented him on the size of his penis. Even if it wasn't intentional, it was enough to tell Thomas that there was a lot more going on inside his mother's mind than she was willing to let on. Thoughts like that fueled his fantasies for the rest of the afternoon, as Thomas conjured up several scenarios about what would have happened if instead of leaving the room Catherine had lost her composure and given in to the baser emotions that he now believed were still churning inside her. For the most part the next two weeks were uneventful, other than the fact the Thomas was now being friendly with his mother again. Brian was quite happy to see this change in his son, although of course he had no idea that the only reason Thomas was feeling cheerful again was because of a renewed sense of optimism that he would one day bed his mother again. Catherine was oblivious to this too; she assumed that her talk with Tom had been successful and that the two of them were well on their way to resuming a normal mother-son relationship once more. The thought made her so happy that she hated herself on those rare occasions when her thoughts about Thomas wandered into directions they shouldn't have. Yes, it still happened. On those nights when her unsatisfied libido took over it was still images of Thomas that crept into Catherine's fantasies. When Catherine dreamt at night it was still the likeness of her young, virile son that she saw tirelessly making love to her. "What's wrong with me?" Catherine often asked herself. "Am I just some horny old woman that needs to get laid?" Catherine tried to entice her husband to have sex with her, but for the most part he was still disinterested. Moreover, he wasn't very good at satisfying her. After a few failed attempts to get off with him her frustration took over and Catherine closed her eyes during lovemaking, pretending it was Thomas instead of her husband. The result was the first orgasm she'd had since the days of her affair. It was good, but not great. Catherine felt relieved at having one at all, although she felt guilty at what it had taken for her to finally get there. "I can't do this any longer," Catherine said to herself fretfully. After a few weeks of emotional healing, it seemed like she and Thomas were close again, and this time, it appeared platonic. Catherine didn't want to ruin that. She'd taken her relationship with him to the depths of immorality and somehow managed to make it back to the surface. From what she could tell, Thomas was her son again; it was almost too good to be true. At times, it was hard for Catherine though. She'd never been the type who could be friends with an ex-lover, and even though this time it was her son it still felt odd for her. Re-establishing her emotional bond with her son was wonderful though. Every once in a while, however, Catherine would see something in Tom... something in his eyes that made her wonder if there was still a desire for her in him. It was those burning eyes would always manage to reappear to Catherine in her dreams. One day when Catherine was alone in her room Thomas knocked on the door and asked to speak to her. He'd been trying to read his mother's countenance for some time now, wondering if he might re-kindle any passion between them. She seemed very distracted lately, and Thomas hoped that maybe she might be missing him a little. The plan he came with today was a little too direct for her tastes, as he knew Catherine appreciated subtlety, but Thomas decided to go for it. "Hey Mom. What are you doing?" Thomas asked. "Oh, just doing some dusting. What's wrong, dear? You look like something's bothering you." Catherine replied. "Well, I'm not sure where to begin," Thomas said. Catherine sat on the bed and gave a motherly pat to an empty spot beside her. "Come here. Sit next to me and tell me what's wrong." "It's just something that's been bothering me since... we stopped 'being' together," Thomas said, his voice clearly uneasy. Catherine's face turned down into a frown. "Do we really need to keep talking about this?" she asked. "Can't we just put the whole thing behind us?" "Mom, just listen to what I have to say. Ever since you told me it was over I've been bitter about... how it ended." "I tried not to hurt your feelings Thomas. You know how much I love you," Catherine interrupted. "Please. Let me finish," Thomas said. "I feel bitter because I had no clue it was coming. Everything started off so great... remember that night we spent together in front of the fire?" "It was magical," Sandra replied, her voice unexpectedly choking with emotion. "Well, what started off great and stayed great for a month suddenly came to a crashing halt by you dumping me in a coffee shop," Thomas said with a bit of irritation. "What did you want me to do?" Sandra asked. "Tell you it was over and say, 'how about one more roll in the hay for old time's sake?'" "I realize you couldn't have done that, but the fact is, it's been two months since we broke up, and I can't stop thinking about how horribly things ended between us. I know what we did felt wrong to you, but not to me. It never will. If you want it to end, I'll respect your wishes. But right now I want you to respect my wishes, my feelings. I want my final memory of what we had to be a happy one. I need that to feel a sense of closure," he said. "I can't believe what you're suggesting," a flabbergasted Catherine replied. "I'm suggesting we do something special, spend some special time together one last time," Thomas said. "Until then, I'm just not ready to put it in the past." "Let me think about it," Catherine answered. She got up and set about dusting again. "Hey, remember this?" Thomas smiled, noticing the spot of paint in front of the bed that almost, but not quite, matched the color of the surrounding the wall. "Thomas... don't start," Catherine said in a detached tone. "Come on, we can laugh about some of these things now, can't we?" Thomas said, breaking into a grin. "You were so scared that day, I've never seen you so worried." "Most husbands don't expect to find a hole in the wall the matches the headboard of their bed unless they made it themselves," Sandra replied dryly. "I had reason to be scared." "Hey, there was nothing to worry about; I backed you up," Thomas said, grinning even wider now, "I told Dad I did it." "Yes, trying to dust the ceiling fan. I believe the story you told your father was you fell forward and knocked the headboard into the wall." Sandra added. "Well, some of it was true; I did break the wall, and... I was moving forward," Thomas said with a laugh. Then he added, "You think you had it bad trying to explain the hole in the wall to Dad. Try having a bunch of guys in gym class ask you for a week about where you got all those scratch marks on your back and ass." "Your incorrigible," Catherine said, snapping at Thomas with her dust rag and breaking into a mild chuckle. "See, we can laugh about these things," Thomas smiled back. "I don't know what got into you that day," Catherine said, blushing, finally lowering her defenses. She then added, her voice trailing off as if she were reminiscing, "That was a pretty crazy afternoon." Catherine still remembered it like it was yesterday. They had been going at it in her bed relentlessly for what seemed like hours with Thomas showing no signs of wanting to stop. His thrusting power had been so fierce that Catherine could do no more than hold on for the ride, scratching Thomas' back mercilessly like a cat in heat while he fucked her with an animal lust that she'd never seen in any male before. Their enthusiastic motions had caused the headboard to knock against the bedroom wall repeatedly, eventually breaking through. Luckily, Catherine and Thomas had been able to explain the hole to Brian without him suspecting what had really happened. Catherine smiled, fondly remembering that fantastic afternoon with Thomas once more. It was only one of many incredible lovemaking experiences they'd shared together. Maybe Thomas was right about not looking back at them with so much scorn. Catherine resumed her dusting, and Thomas turned to leave. The Breakup "Please think about what I said," he said. "I will," Catherine replied thoughtfully. Catherine spent the rest of the day as well as the next thinking about Thomas' idea, his "Indecent Proposal," as she now called it. He wanted her to be his lover one last time, and he wanted it to be memorable. Would one last night together really provide "closure" as Thomas had suggested, or would they be thrown into a turmoil like the ill-fated characters from that movie? One thing that Catherine did have to admit was that she, herself, found the idea very tantalizing. There was something terribly romantic about throwing caution to the wind with an ex-lover for one last night, knowing that it would be their last one together. Catherine spent another day or two, just mulling it over, and then she reached her decision. Meanwhile, Thomas had kept relatively distant from her, trying to give her some space to think clearly. It was time now, however, for her to finally speak to him about it. Thomas was sitting in the living room watching television when Catherine came home. The remote control was laying on the coffee table in front of him. Catherine walked over, picked up the remote and, without saying a word, switched off the TV. Thomas looked up lazily from the blank screen. "Alright," Catherine said, trying to make her voice sound confident despite the fact that she was practically shaking from nervousness. "What?" Thomas asked. "All... right," Catherine repeated, and then added, "I think you know what I'm talking about." ***** Catherine carefully packed her suitcase, still wondering if this was a good idea. When she'd agreed to this "Bon Voyage" moment with Thomas, she assumed it was only supposed to last for a night, not an entire weekend. When Thomas told her he'd managed to borrow his friend's parents' beach house, Catherine had been completely taken aback with surprise and, even now, the more Catherine thought about it, the more nervous she became. She'd thought that Thomas' request for a "proper" goodbye was just his way of asking her to have sex with him one last time, nothing more. Now that she was spending an entire weekend alone with him, it was obvious he wanted something far greater. Thomas was looking for a bit of the old magic they'd shared to resurface again this weekend. For thirty days, Catherine had shared her heart with him, been his woman, and now Thomas was looking for that Catherine to show that side of herself to him again. For thirty days she'd looked into Thomas' eyes and told him she'd loved him, with a passion she only wished she could feel with her husband. Since their break up Catherine had fought those feelings well enough to put them away, and now felt like she could finally start treating Thomas like her son once more. She'd hoped they were past all of this. The idea that Thomas was asking her to be his lover again, even if it were only for three days, was terrifying. Closing off her heart to him had been painful enough the first time; Catherine couldn't bear the thought of having to go through that again. "Just three days, Catherine," she said, trying to summon up her courage, "you can do this." Catherine quickly got the rest of her things ready. Thomas was already getting the car, so she had little time to lose. Catherine gathered her things and hurried downstairs to meet him. Just before she left, Catherine quickly said goodbye to Brian. He was sitting in his chair watching TV, with his back to her, and Catherine hoped she could leave without him saying much. That didn't happen, however, as Brian got out of his chair to wish her farewell. "Have a good time Catherine," he said. "Gee, what's with you anyway? You look pre-occupied with something." "Oh nothing," Catherine said, trying to force a smile. "I guess I'm trying to make sure I didn't forget anything." "It's only three days, Catherine," Brian said laughing. "How much do you really need to take with you?" "By the way," Brian added, "I'm really glad you're taking this trip with Thomas. For a while there, I didn't think you two would ever be friends again." "Well, things have been getting better lately, and... I just thought this would be a nice way for us to get re-acquainted," Catherine said. "It was a great idea Catherine," Brian said. "I'm a little surprised at how excited Thomas seems to be about it, though... when I was his age I was out chasing girls. You couldn't have paid me to spend a summer weekend with my mother." "I doubt he'll be spending a lot time with me," Catherine replied. Then she added, "The house is right on the beach. Thomas will probably be chasing a girl or two himself. I probably won't even see him until it's time to go home." "Of course, raging hormones. I know what it's like," Brian nodded. "Well, try to have a good time dear." Catherine could hear the sound of their car horn honking from the street. "That's him; I better go," Catherine said. "I'll see you in three days. If you need to reach me, you've got the number." "Sure do. Have a good time, Catherine," Brian said. Catherine walked to the car and sat on the passenger side. Thomas than pulled away from the curb and started the drive to the beach house. "You're going to love this place Mom," Thomas said. "It's the place I went to last summer with Nathan after finals." "His parents don't mind him using it then? Or loaning it out to you?" Catherine asked. "No, not at all. They know we're going up this weekend too," Thomas answered. "Actually, they were quite relieved to know you were coming with me. I guess they think I need a chaperone." The rest of the ride was uneventful, and except for a little small talk, Thomas said very little. Catherine's demeanor was obviously quite reserved, and Thomas decided to give her some time to relax. When they got to the house, Thomas parked the car and brought in their suitcases while Catherine went to freshen up. After getting unpacked and settled in, Catherine made them something to eat. It was already evening and, rather than go out, they decided to stay at the house for the evening and hit the beach tomorrow. After dinner, Thomas took Catherine on a brief tour of the house. It was small but beautiful, and Catherine knew she would enjoy staying here. "Hey Mom, let me show you something," Thomas said. He took her to the rear of the home and slid the large glass door open. Outside was a large hot tub. "Want to give it a try?" Thomas asked. "We could have a beer and have a nice soak." The evening air was refreshing and warm, and very beautiful now that the stars were out. "Oh... OK," Catherine relented. Catherine went to change into her bathing suit, choosing a very conservative outfit. When she returned, Thomas was sitting in the hot tub with a beer in his hand and a cooler of beer on the ground next to the tub. "Come on in, the water is great," Thomas said. It did look quite inviting, as a fresh steamy mist hung over the swirling water. Catherine got a beer and settled into one of the molded seats opposite her son. The warm water was very soothing, and immediately Catherine felt much more at ease. For the next hour or so she just relaxed and enjoyed conversing with Thomas, and it wasn't long before the combination of his disarming nature and the beer had her laughing with Thomas as they had so many times in the past. Catherine's beer was empty and she got out of the tub to get another. Thomas' was almost empty, so he asked her to get him one too. "Sure thing honey," Catherine replied. When she handed Thomas the bottle he took it from her, quickly set it down, and pulled her by the wrist into him, making Catherine yelp in surprise. "Thomas, what are doing?" Catherine said astonished. Thomas pulled her towards him and sat Catherine down on his lap. To her astonishment he wasn't wearing any trunks -- with the swirling foamy water Catherine hadn't noticed. His lips were kissing her ears and neck, sending shivers down Catherine's spine. Catherine didn't think Thomas could re-ignite her passions for him so easily, but he still knew her sensitive spots, making her quiver in excitement. She lowered her head and, holding Thomas' chin in her hand, kissed him forcefully on the lips. For the next few minutes they kissed each other wildly as old passions became renewed. Catherine could feel Tom's hard erection pressing against her thigh, making her wet with excitement. To Catherine's surprise, Thomas suddenly lifted her out of the water and sat her on the edge of the tub. There was a built in platform that allowed one to sit or lay down, and Catherine stretched comfortably on it. Thomas was kissing and stroking her inner thighs, gradually moving his way up her legs, and with every ministration of his hands and lips Catherine's thighs spread a bit farther apart. When he finally reached his intended target, Catherine's bathing suit was soaked with her juices. Thomas carefully slid the material aside and, smiling, planted a hot, wet kiss directly on her lips. "Oh my God," Catherine gasped, startled by the feel of his lips pressing into her pussy. Thomas began flicking his tongue over her sensitive bud, making her squirm on the platform. Then she felt his finger enter her pussy, fucking her as he continued the assault of his tongue and lips on her clit. Her legs began involuntarily squirming from side to side, but Thomas held Catherine's hips in his large hands and kept her firmly in his grasp. He could tell she was close now, so he focused his attention fully on Catherine's clit, sucking it hard between his lips until she exploded in orgasm. Catherine took a few moments to catch her breath and rest. When she looked back up Thomas was standing up in the tub between her legs, gently stroking his cock-head against her pussy lips. The look on his face told Catherine he was not only waiting for her to get some rest, but also waiting for her to give him her approval. With that in mind, Catherine looked into her sons' eyes and nodded faintly. With a gentle push of his hips, Thomas slid his cock completely in. Catherine moaned loudly when she felt him enter her, and by the time Thomas' cock was buried to the hilt she was coming. It's a good thing the beach house was relatively isolated, because if there had been any neighbors they would have gotten an earful. Trevor began fucking Catherine slowly, his cock strumming back and forth with the skill of a violinist pulling a bow back and forth across the strings of his instrument. Catherine hadn't fully recovered from her last orgasm but was already quickly building towards another. Throwing any sense of propriety she had left to the wind, she began bucking her hips, urging Thomas to fuck her harder, and like the skilled lover he was, Thomas began pistoning into her vagina hard and fast until they exploded together. If he had been any other young man and they were having sex for the first time she would ask him how he'd gotten so good, but of course Catherine knew the answer: she had taught Thomas herself. Thomas pulled himself up and lay next to Catherine, holding her in his arms as the two lovers lay in post-orgasmic bliss. Content, but tired, they drifted off to sleep. When Catherine woke, she was in bed with Thomas lying next to her. For a moment, she thought she was back at home with her husband and that everything that had happened with Thomas had been an erotic dream. After letting her head clear, however, she realized she was still in the beach house lying in main bedroom, with Thomas at her side. She reasoned that he must have woken during the night and carried her to bed. Catherine got out of bed and padded her way to the bathroom to freshen up. She was naked, but managed to find a nightdress to slip on before she headed off to the bathroom. Thomas was still asleep. After having brushed her teeth and brushed her hair she heard him come up behind her. Thomas pulled her into him with his arms and gave Catherine a kiss on the cheek. It was only then that she realized he was still naked. "Come back to bed," Thomas said seductively, kissing Catherine again on the cheek. Catherine momentarily chided herself for her weakness; she'd planned to go out to the beach, but Thomas had a sexiness to him she found hard to turn down. His semi-erect cock pressing into her thigh didn't help matters either. The fact is, Thomas turned Catherine on more than any other man she'd ever known, and having him hold her like this, beckoning her to come back to bed with him so they could make love again was too much for Catherine to resist. Thomas slipped Catherine's nightdress off and took her hand, walking her to the bed. After a month of just trying to be 'Mom' again, Catherine wondered if she might feel awkward at being naked in front her son again, but after last night those fears had been put to rest. On the contrary, they walked back to bed together smiling with the assurance of a man and woman who enjoyed being together this way, like Adam and Eve; something Catherine never felt with anyone else. It all felt so very sexy. They made love all morning, and this time Catherine gave Thomas both her body and her soul. Thomas could feel the change in Catherine. It came out in the way she responded to his touch, the way she held him in her arms as they made love, and in the way she cried out his name whenever her passions overwhelmed her into orgasm. Last night she had been his sex partner, today she was his lover again. They went out to the beach that afternoon and stayed there until the early evening. It was odd for Catherine at first -- they'd never acted like an 'item' in public before, but she decided to let her defenses down for the day. Besides, it was only temporary, this little sanctuary from the real world. This was their last day together as lovers; tomorrow afternoon it would be time to head back home. Besides, Catherine thought the idea of having this "lover for a day" was exciting, not to mention terribly romantic. They came back in the evening and Catherine cooked dinner for them while Thomas tidied up the house. When dinner was ready, they sat down together to a candlelight meal, and after that they sat in front of the fire with a bottle of wine, fondly reminiscing about old times. "My goodness Thomas," Catherine asked, "how did we get here?" "We drove here," Thomas replied sarcastically. "Come on, I'm serious," Catherine said. "For goodness sakes, Tom, I'm your mother. How did we get on this path? It didn't just start on the rainy night by the fire, or even in the few weeks leading up to it. Did I ever do something to lead you on? Did I wear one too many short skirts or something?" "No, although I always loved those short skirts," Thomas smiled, "you have killer legs." "Please, be serious!" Catherine said, now chuckling a bit herself. "Well, you did have that pearl necklace that Aunt Jody gave you," Thomas said, "that always drove me crazy." "Really?" Catherine asked, surprised. "That thing was gaudy. I only wore it to make Jody happy. It was way too long for me too, the chain practically reaches down to my waist." "That's why I liked it," Thomas smiled. "Whenever you wore it the necklace would slip into your cleavage. Anytime you wore anything even remotely low-cut with it your breasts would drive me crazy. "All my friends wanted to be famous athletes or rock stars, I wanted to be your pearl necklace," Thomas added with a laugh. "I used to try and wonder about what you'd look like wearing that necklace and nothing else." "Anything else I did to lead you on?" Catherine asked. "Not until we started getting closer a couple of months ago, you know, those weeks leading up to our first night," Thomas replied. "Why, should there be?" "No," Catherine answered unconvincingly. "C'mon, you're not telling me something," Thomas said. "Well, I guess there were times when I took more than a motherly appreciation of you," Catherine replied. "I thought maybe you had picked up on it. Like that one time..." "When?" Thomas laughed. "Tell me about it." "There was that one time, when you were at that diving competition. You remember, when you had that problem," Catherine said. "How can I forget," Thomas said, sounding embarrassed. "I was the big joke on the team after that. It would've been worse if you hadn't saved me." Thomas had bought new trunks for the competition, but when he put them on, they were too small. Or rather, he was too large. Catherine frantically rushed home to get his old trunks while Thomas waited in the locker room. He only managed to get ready with minutes to spare. "You don't know how long I got ribbed by the other guys after that day -- I almost quit the team because of it." Thomas said. "I knew dear, more than you ever thought I knew," Catherine replied. "I wanted to comfort you, but I couldn't." "Why?" Thomas questioned. "Because I was your mother," Catherine replied. "Because I couldn't tell you that you had nothing to be embarrassed about. Far from it. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid you'd figure out the rest of what I was thinking." "Well, I'm over it now," Thomas laughed. "Tell me." "Oh, I couldn't," Catherine replied. "Please," Thomas smiled. "OK," Catherine said. "I wanted to tell you how happy you'd make a girl someday." "You're holding back," Thomas laughed. "Come on, you can let your guard down for tonight." "All right," Catherine relented. "I used to think about that day a lot... at night. I thought about how distraught you were after your friends made fun of you and how naïve you were to what you blessed with and... it was all so sexy. I wanted to tell you how wonderful you were; I wanted to... show you." "Umm," Thomas sighed, now getting turned on. He took Catherine's hand and placed on the crotch of his jeans. Catherine began slowly massaging his swelling groin with her hand. "When I came back to the locker room with your trunks you couldn't change because the other ones were too tight." "So mommy helped me, didn't she?" Thomas asked, smiling. "Yes, she did," Catherine said, giving a little squeeze to Thomas' fast growing erection. "There was no one else in the locker room so she pulled down your trunks for you. Your cock was so big and hard, mommy had never seen one so beautiful. She told you how proud she was that you had grown into such an handsome young man." Thomas was practically bursting out of his jeans now. Catherine unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants to give him some relief, and his turgid cock stood at full mast as she continued stroking it for him. "Did mommy take her clothes off too?" Thomas asked, enjoying the kinky little game they were playing. "No, but she wanted to. You looked so good standing there naked you were making mommy wet between her thighs. She wanted to have you right then and there, but there was no time and, besides, she needed to help you with your problem. You were so hard when she took off those trunks, just like you are right now. You needed mommy to help you get small enough to get dressed again. "Did mommy use her hands to help me?" Thomas asked. "She did, but you just kept getting harder. And bigger. She was amazed you hadn't come yet; all she could think about was how good your big cock would feel in her pussy, but time was running out. She went to her knees instead. Those strong legs, that sexy stomach, those tight buns... going to her knees like that made her feel like she was worshipping your beautiful body. There was no time for any of that now, though. She needed to help you before you were called for your turn to dive. She held your cock and licked it up and down with her tongue like it was a lollipop; she sucked the big head between her lips and kissed its leaky slit. She told you how much she loved it and much she wanted your come. When you did come, you sprayed so much frothy milk in mommy's mouth she thought it would spill, but she swallowed every drop, just for you. After your team won the competition, your friends went out to celebrate but you told them you had to go home early and go straight to bed. They said you were too old for that, but they didn't understand whose bed you had to get to." The Breakup "Mommy's bed," Thomas stated. "Yes dear," Catherine breathed throatily, "daddy was out of town and mommy needed you to come home as soon as you could so you could tuck her in. "Oh, suck me mommy, please suck me," Thomas pleaded. "Yes, my love," Catherine replied, slipping her pouting lips over his cock. Catherine began sucking him off furiously while her hand fondled Thomas' bloated sack. Her eyes told him she was in another time, another place. Thomas groaned that he was coming, and Catherine locked her lips around his shaft to swallow his ejaculate. When it was over, Thomas just slumped in his seat, breathless, as Catherine cleaned up the bit of semen that had escaped her mouth. "Oh my god, Mom," Thomas sighed, "I had no idea you could be so kinky." "What two consenting adults do isn't anybody's business," Catherine replied matter-of-factly. "You don't do anything like that with Dad, do you?" Thomas asked. "No, but he doesn't like sex," Catherine winked, "you do." "It's our last night together," Thomas said, "I want us to be lovers tonight, for one last time." "All right," Catherine smiled. Thomas literally swept Catherine into his arms and carried her to the bedroom where they made passionate love for the rest of the night. It was so tender and special that it was one of those nights Catherine would have cherished even without having any orgasms. But of course, she did. During their affair Thomas had learned how to bring her slowly and gently to the brink before sending her crashing over, and he did so again and again that night. When they were both spent for the night, Catherine curled around Thomas' warm, soft body and slept, feeling both content and happy. ***** Catherine opened the door to her home and brought in her suitcase, trying to be as quiet as possible. She hoped Brian wasn't home. The car ride back with Thomas had been awkward enough and the last thing Catherine had wanted now was to have to deal with her husband too. Catherine had barely spoken a word to Thomas as they made their way back. He had tried to make romantic overtures but she shunned them flatly. He then tried to make idle conversation with her, but even then she barely acknowledged him. She knew Thomas felt hurt by her actions, but she had to show him that their weekend rendezvous really was a last hurrah; she had to show him that it was really over between them. The truth was, however, that Thomas wasn't the only one feeling hurt. Catherine had allowed her herself to open up her feelings for him again these last few days. She'd loved him and made love to him. She had even wantonly lusted for him and fucked him. Trying to bring back a sense of normalcy to their relationship had been such a difficult task before; Catherine wondered if she could endure the process again. Luckily for her, Thomas was leaving for college in a few weeks. Catherine spoke to him a few times before he left, but not once did they discuss their previous transgressions, instead turning their attentions on the coming school year. Try as she might, however, Catherine couldn't put the past behind her, as her thoughts often betrayed her intentions. Everything little thing she did or saw somehow reminded her of Thomas, and every time she saw him it was hard to not let her mind wander to those other times they'd spent together. Even taking a walk through a nearby park one day brought back a flood of memories of her taboo affair, as it happened to be a special place. Catherine had gotten into an argument with Brian one evening and, feeling distraught, decided to go for a drive. Thomas had tagged along to make sure she was OK, much to his father's approval. Thomas and Catherine drove around the neighborhood for an hour or so, talking, and he was a great help in comforting her. When Thomas began kissing her cheek and stroking her thigh, Catherine found the park and stopped the car. The two of them then frantically made love. Catherine felt like a bit of a crazy teenager for doing it, as having sex in a car was never really something she cared for, but walking through the park now it was hard for her not to warmly reminiscence about that night. She even found herself trying to locate the exact spot where they had parked. Now that Thomas was gone, she hoped she could move on in her life, but it was even more difficult now than it had been before. Catherine was distant was others, confused, and just plain miserable. Worse yet, any contact with Thomas just made her feel worse. He'd call every few days to speak to her, always keeping his words to her appropriate. He also began sending her occasional e-mails about how he was doing at school, etc. The e-mails were always addressed to both his father and mother, but occasionally he would send one to an account that Catherine kept to herself. It was there that Thomas would write about her sweet kisses, the soft curves of her hips and breasts, the seductive warmth of her legs when wrapped around his back as they made love together, and how he longed to feel all these things again. Catherine never responded to any of these messages; she couldn't bear to, but she did save them in a special folder. And she did read them again from time to time. One day Catherine was doing some shopping when she saw something that made her mind wander again. She saw a young lad, probably not a day over eighteen, shopping with his mother. He was certainly a handsome young man, with a boyish smile that would melt even the hardest of hearts. The other girls around him had certainly taken notice, and a few had flashed appreciative smiles at him. Not to be outdone, his mother was quite attractive too; a sexy but elegant woman in her early forties, and had garnered a fair amount of attention among the males that were in attendance. It was funny, Catherine thought, that the only two who hadn't taken notice of these two were each one for the other. Part of Catherine envied how they had maintained this barrier where she and Thomas had failed. The mother obviously knew she had an attractive son; the son probably had caught more than a few of his friends 'checking out' his beautiful mother, but that had been it. Or had it? Had the mother ever had an experience as Catherine had had when she had seen Thomas in his diving trunks and felt more than just motherly pride in his appearance? The son was such a handsome boy; even if he wasn't as skilled as Thomas was in the act of love his mother could certainly have a lot of fun teaching him. Catherine felt a tingle run down her spine thinking about it: even if she were to just encircle the boy with her legs and let him have his way with her it could be quite the exhilarating ride. And what about the son? Had he ever overheard his friends talking about how 'hot' his mother was and secretly felt the same way? No one but him knew for sure. For a moment, a mischievous thought entered Catherine's mind. She imagined she was a Cupid-type character, firing her magic arrows into this unsuspecting pair. After being hit by the arrows, the mother and son would slowly turn to face each other, their once repressed emotions now brought to the surface. Hastily leaving the shopping mall, the two would go home and enthusiastically share their long burried feelings of love and lust for each other. Would the mother feel the same type of electricity flowing between them that Catherine had felt with Thomas when they kissed? Would her heart beat as quickly as Catherine's had when she felt her son's manhood throbbing in her hands? Would she feel that same sense of excitement that Catherine had felt when she straddled her son's thighs and looked into his lustful eyes as his wonderful cock filled her from below? Most importantly, however, after the effects of the magic arrow had worn off, would she feel relieved that her madness was over, or disappointed? Deep down, Catherine knew how she felt regarding her own affair, and clearly Thomas felt the same. She had tried to force the effects of her "arrow" to wear off, thinking it was for the best, but breaking up had caused her -- both of them - more pain than either of them could ever recover from. Catherine decided that maybe the time for her to try and deny this was over. ***** The months passed by and finally Thomas came back for the Christmas holiday. Catherine and Brian went to the airport to pick Thomas up. He appeared upbeat, even cheerful, but Catherine knew him well enough to see that on the inside he was still heart-broken. During the ride home, Thomas sat up front as Brian drove, and Catherine sat in the back. They were chatting together, mostly about school, when Brian mentioned that he was going to have to drop Thomas and Catherine off at home while he helped a friend put up his Christmas lights. "Yeah, I don't know why your mother volunteers me for these things," Brian said, "I hate hanging up lights. And with Bill living as far away as he does... it will probably take me most of the day to get the job done. Sorry I have to leave so soon, Tom." "That's no big deal Dad," Thomas said, "I am a bit tired from the trip anyway. I might just lay down for a nap or something." Just then, Thomas' eyes glanced into the rearview mirror, and his jaw dropped in shock. His mother had slipped her coat off... nothing unusual there. However, she was wearing the pearl necklace he spoken to her about, the one he'd said aroused him. She hated that necklace; why would she wear it now? Like the other times Catherine had worn the necklace, the beads slipped deep between her bulb-shaped mounds, driving Thomas mad with lust. He tried not to look at her for the rest of the ride home. Brian dropped them off at home and Catherine and Thomas walked inside. Catherine took off her coat and, with a delicious flash of her cleavage asked, "Well Thomas, what do you think?" "I don't know what to say," he replied. "I remember you saying how much you liked this necklace," Catherine said cheekily. "You wanted to see me wearing it and nothing else. Did I get that right?" "But I thought..." Thomas replied. "Consenting adults can do whatever they want to, remember?" Catherine said. "But..." Thomas said, still bewildered. "Shhh," Catherine said, pressing her fingers to his lips. "There isn't time to talk about it now. Right now I just want you to take me. Take me to bed and make love to me." Thomas smiled back and passionately swept his mother into his arms, carrying her to her bedroom. "Oh yes... oh god yes," Catherine sighed, her voice literally shaking with excitement. Thomas and Catherine stood at the foot of the bed, undressing each other as they had done so many times before. This time seemed more special than the others for Catherine however, as for the first time she was able to rid herself of those feelings of guilt that had long plagued her. As Catherine turned around to let Thomas unzip her dress she could faintly hear the sounds of Christmas carolers outside. She smiled delicately, knowing that tonight would be more precious than any gift she and her son had ever given each other. Catherine was naked now, save for the pearl necklace, and did a small pirouette with it to see if Thomas liked what he saw. She half closed her eyes and pulled the string of marble-sized pearls back and forth between her heavy breasts. "What do you think?" she asked. "I bet you like to pretend that this necklace lying in between my tits is your cock," Catherine said with a naughty smile. "I know I do, but right now I'd rather have the real thing." "You look... incredible," Thomas said, "better than I ever imagined." Catherine gave him a lusty smile, happy to have pleased him. "... But you're not quite in the nude," he added, "not just yet." Thomas came to Catherine's side and held her wrist with his hand. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were focused on her finger. Her ring finger. "Thomas, I..." Catherine stammered. His request caught her completely off guard. She never took off her wedding ring; Thomas knew that. "Now choose," Thomas said, his voice forceful but clearly hurt. "Either take it off and come to bed with me or keep it on and leave." For a moment all Catherine could do was stare back at him in bewilderment. She then understood why Thomas had made her take off her wedding ring. The ring had always been like a security blanket for Catherine. Despite all of the lows of her marriage, it always gave her a sense of stability - even after she'd begun having an extramarital affair. She stood in front of the bed with Thomas, both of them naked as they had been so many times before, but now she felt like she was asking her to take a step that they hadn't taken as of yet. He wanted her to understand that Catherine was making a choice by sleeping with him that had more to do with just sex or even love. It was a choice about whether or not she was really his. Moreover, it was the choice she had to take between being a wife and mother or being a woman free from those obligations. He would make her choose before going any further in this affair. Catherine gave Thomas a slight nod and he slid the large, sparkling diamond ring off her finger. To her surprise, he didn't put it in a drawer, but instead left it sitting on the nightstand next to the bed. She would be able to see it while they were having sex, something that Thomas clearly wanted. Later, he would tell her why: Thomas didn't want her to try and hide or feel any shame from her decision. To Catherine's surprise, she had found herself glancing at the ring on more than a few occasions from the bed while they made love. Having a visible symbol to demonstrate how she had cast off any sense of propriety or responsibility to be a free woman was a very liberating, even arousing experience. Catherine walked to Thomas and put her arms around his neck, giving him a soft, sweet kiss on the lips. She stood like this, her quivering lips only inches from his, waiting for him to respond. After a moment that seemed like hours to Catherine, Thomas grabbed her and pulled her into him, kissing her fiercely. He penetrated her mouth with his tongue, and she sucked on it with her ruby lips, but right now she wanted to feel something much larger inside her mouth. Kissing her way down Thomas' chest Catherine slid to her knees to claim her prize. She sucked on his manhood like a woman possessed, and the wild look in her eye made Thomas think she might very well be. He could see that she was going to give in to those feelings completely today, do everything she could to prove to him that she was really, and thoroughly his woman. "Suck my balls," Thomas groaned. She often did this for him anyway but he liked the idea of commanding her to do so on this occasion. He watched intently as his mother sucked hungrily on his balls. She looked like she liked him taking charge this way, so he continued. "Umm yes, that's good," Thomas said. "Now work on my cock some more." Catherine began kissing his cock from top to bottom, paying special attention to the purple crown. The slit was leaking copious amount of pre-come, all of which she licked off with her tongue and used to lubricate the shaft. Then she took as much of Thomas' shaft down her throat as she could, sucking hard. "Oh, yes," Thomas grunted. His cock began spraying copious amounts of hot liquid down Catherine's throat, and Catherine moaned as she swallowed. Catherine continued sucking Thomas' cock, knowing it would only take a few minutes to get it hard again. Her pussy was sopping wet, and she was dying to have it. Thomas could see how horny Catherine was -- her ministrations on his dick more than gave it away. When his cock was back to full mast he pulled Catherine up and lay her back on the bed. Then, straddling her splayed thighs, he plunged into the depths of her passion with his own throbbing manhood. "Oh god, yes!" Catherine cried out. Thomas was pounding into her with the passion of a long lost lover, his heavy balls slapping purposefully at Catherine's entrance as he bottomed out on each stroke. They made love furiously like this until exhaustion finally caught up with them. When they were finished, Thomas lay in bed for a while to re-cooperate while Catherine got dressed and set about to get fresh linens for the bed. When she slipped her wedding ring back on, Catherine took a quick glance at Thomas. Yes, he had been watching, and the look of disappointment on his face said more than any words could. Catherine went over to her dresser and pulled out her jewelry box, then brought it back to Thomas and sat with him on the bed. She moved several pieces around until she found a small gold chain. It was an anklet. "Do you remember this?" Catherine asked. "Of course," Thomas answered. "I gave you that for your birthday when I was ten. I guess you didn't like it much since you never wear it." "Anklets have never really been my style, but now things are different," Catherine smiled. "Now it's a gift... from my lover." Catherine handed the anklet to Thomas and extended her foot. Now smiling, he took her pretty foot in his hand, kissed it, and clasped the anklet into place. "Now I'll never take it off," Catherine said, "and when you see me wearing it, you'll know why... it will be our little secret." Catherine lowered her head and pulled Thomas into a deep, soul-searching kiss. He reached out to pull her further into his embrace, but she pulled away. "There's lots of time for that later dear," she said. "Right now we need to get things tidied up before your father gets home." ***** The next few days were hectic, as the three spent time visiting relatives and entertaining guests at their home. Thomas was desperate to be with his mother again, and she too would sometimes let her gaze stray across a crowded room to her handsome son, wishing she could hold him in her arms once more. They tried to steal a few moments with each other here and there, but finding any kind of privacy together seemed all but impossible. A clumsy moment upstairs in a bedroom while guests milled about downstairs almost led to disaster when they were almost caught, and after that moment Catherine was more reluctant than ever to try anything like that again. On New Years Eve, Brian, Catherine, and Thomas went out to a family gathering to celebrate. Thomas couldn't help gawking at how gorgeous his mother looked in her blue hip hugging dress and black heels. An like every other outfit she had worn the past few days, the hem of her skirt ended above the knee, showing off the anklet set against her shapely legs. Even though no one really understood the meaning behind it, Thomas loved seeing it on her ankle as she buzzed around the crowded room. At times Catherine would catch Thomas staring at it, and even if she were in the middle of a conversation at the other end of the room she would always take a moment to flash him a smile. And for that moment Thomas, would once again see the woman who had declared her love for him. At other times he'd see a glint of passion in her eyes, and for a moment Thomas would once again see the woman who had often surprised him with her appetite for pleasure in the bedroom. It was about 10:30 PM when the unexpected happened. Catherine had been having a drink with her husband, talking, when she rather abruptly walked away to use the bathroom. Sensing something was wrong with her, Thomas went to follow. His father intercepted him first. "Is Mom OK?" Thomas asked. "She's feeling under the weather Tom," Brian replied, "maybe we should just call it a night." Hearing this, Catherine quickly headed back to where Brian and Thomas were standing. "Nonsense Brian, I don't want to ruin your fun," Catherine said. "How about I just go back myself?" "I couldn't do that Catherine," Brian. "Anyway you've had a bit too much to drink, and with not feeling well you shouldn't be driving." The Breakup I awake late at night to frantic knocking on my apartment door, I groan and roll out of bed checking the time. It is just about midnight and on a Thursday too so most of my school friends should be sleeping. I stumble to the door and open it nearly forgetting to cover my nakedness with my house coat. My fury calms as I hear the sobbing of a very familiar voice on the other side of the door. I gently open the door double checking that I am fully covered as I know the dear friend on the other side of the door would not appreciate that in any state of mind. I open the door and you are as beautiful as always, your jogger legs, wonderfully curved hips and natural hourglass figure, the only thing that scars your beauty is the frown and the tears running down your face, spoiling the sparse volumes of makeup on your face. "Come in, what's wrong, what happened?" I ask with out pausing to let you answer. You step forward and kick of your sandals and fall into my arms for a hug. The moment my arms wrap around you, you let go and begin balling, with one arm I reach behind you and close the door, then I rub your upper back with that same arm once I hear the door click shut. After a few minutes of me rubbing your back and you trying to recover control of yourself I make a suggestion, "Why don't we move to the couch so we can sit and you can tell me everything or I can just continue to hold you, which ever you prefer." You back away from the hug, sniffle and nod, not yet ready for words. As you make your way to my couch I disappear off to my bedroom speedily I throw on a pair of boxers, and my glasses. When you next see me I am carrying a facecloth and a hand towel. I wipe the smudged makeup off of your face. "I'm such a mess." you finally manage with a shakey tear choked voice. "Nonsense you look just wonderful with out that stuff on anyway." I reply, gaining a weak smile that quickly fades with the gravity of the situation at hand. I put the towel and facecloth on a nearby stand as I finish with them. Sitting next to you, I pull your head to my shoulder, wrap that arm around your shoulders and wrap my other arm around you and immediately rubbing your back around the shoulders and the centre of your back. "He left me, he told me it was over and to get out..." You finally say as you finally let out the heart wrenching news. A new wave of tears burst forth as your news makes my heart sink. I continue to hold you and listen to your worries and questions of why this was happening to you, providing as much comfort as I possibly could. As your crying stops, a yawn emerges so I suggest we retire for the evening and that you take my bed no questions asked. I begin to change the sheets but you refuse saying what I had on were fine. "Oh no I didn't bring anything to wear to bed." You state as your tight jeans were clearly not made for sleeping in. I dig through my drawers to find you an oversized white t-shirt of mine that looked like it would make it to your mid thighs. I pass it to you, "This should cover enough of you that you should be fine to sleep in it and wander about the apartment if you need." I ask if you would like a glass of water to be placed on the bedside table for you. "Mm that would be nice of you to get me one." I wander off to the fridge to retrieve your water, upon my return to the bedroom I find the door to be a crack open. I peer through the partly open door to see you crawling onto my bed, the shirt rides up high enough for me to see that you are in nothing but my t-shirt and a pair of lacy pink panties, I take a step back, and knock on the door. "Just a moment please." You call out almost calmly. I hear you moving around on the bed and the sound of sheets rubbing against sheets. "Okay, it is safe now." I walk in to see you in my bed with the sheets wrapped up so you are covered from neck to toe. I place the glass of water on my bedside table and make my way back to the door. "If you need anything at all I will just be in the other room on the couch, good night." You reply with a good night of your own and turn off the lamp as I leave the room closing the door behind me. An hour goes by before I hear your voice again, calling my name. I rush to the door not bothering to put my t-shirt back on, as I had removed it for sleeping comfort. "Yes, what can I do for you?" I ask as I crack the door open a bit. "Come in and sit down." You tell me. I sit on the bed noting I am sitting directly on the sheet and not the light blanket that I had placed on the bed earlier. I slide my hand along the bottoms of the pillows and find your shoulder and rub it. "What can I get you?" I ask again. "You can come closer and lay down, I'm not used to sleeping in a bed alone anymore so could you stay with me a while?" "Of course I can." I reply and cautiously slide over to you and lay down next to you facing your back but leaving a gap between us. You push the light blanket back so it covers me as well. We attempt sleep once more but you decide that my weight on the sheet covering you is getting annoying so ask me to slip under the sheet. I do and close the gap between us slightly just enough so I can feel your body heat as I'm sure you can feel mine as well. I extend one arm under the pillows and my other rests on my side leaving my front totally exposed. We talk idly about what you are thinking of doing now and I swear I feel you move closer as we talk. My suspicions are confirmed as your legs contact mine, I immediately begin to stiffen. You sigh pleasurably and I make a slight move, I close the gap between our bodies entirely, my bare chest touches your thinly covered back, our bare legs touch from foot to where my boxers begin. Your panty covered ass presses lightly into my crotch and I naturally grow harder. My chin rests on your shoulder and my arm snakes around your waist. I smell faint traces of shampoo in your hair as I embrace you, your hips wiggle trying to get comfortable. "Ohhhhh." I hear you say as your mind pieces together why you cant quite get comfortable pressed up against me. I finally let a groan escape my lips. I feel you rolling to face me and I begin to apologize for my obvious arousal but your finger touches my lips to silence me. I know even in the dark you are looking me in the eyes when you next speak, "Do you think I'm pretty?" You ask with a nervous shake in your voice. "Yes I do think you are pretty, I have for a long time and thought I was taking every opportunity I could to let you know you are." Within seconds of my response you lean in and kiss me for the first time ever, it is a hesitant, exploring kiss but makes my heart stop for a few moments regardless. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that." I say breathing heavy. You say nothing and lean in for another and I meet you half way, hesitation and caution gone to the wind these are kisses of lust and fervour. Your arms wrap around my neck and an arm of mine slides up your back staying over the shirt and I pull you close to me. As our tongues begin to meet during our kisses, our bare legs begin to entangle themselves trying desperately to be as close to each other as we possibly can. I am the first to back away and catch a breath "We should go no further today." I say panting and resisting the strong urge I have to pull you back in for more of your tender kisses. "Oh?" you ask pulling away from me and sounding slightly hurt. "I want to do this, you have no idea how much I want to, but I couldn't stand the thought of being your rebound. I would rather be a friend and loose you to one nights passion." You pause for a moment, relaxing and realizing I am not rejecting you. You kiss me once more, the lust is gone but the tender care is still there. You roll me onto my back, drape an arm over my chest and nuzzle your face into my shoulder. Not too long later I feel you roll onto me, your hands pressed up against my bare chest, your hips straddling my stomach. "Hey you, it is after midnight, so it is a new day." You lean down and kiss me once more, the lust returning and you begin to play with my bare nipples. "I want it so badly, please don't refuse me." You state upon breaking our kiss. I give in having never wanted to refuse you in the first place. With a sudden burst of effort I roll you onto your back, placing myself on top of you, my hands wander to the bottom of the t-shirt and slide them under to feel the bare skin of your stomach. You giggle as my light touches tickle you, I pull the shirt upwards as my mouth wanders down. I keep working the shirt upwards as my mouth seeks out your stomach near your navel. My kisses wander to your side adding in gentle bites along the way. I hear you groan and feel you shudder as my fingers reach the bottoms of your bra less breasts and my mouth has worked its way nearly to your ribs. You free yourself from the shirt as I start to explore your breasts, cupping them in my hands, squeezing them gently, tracing my fingers along the sides of those luscious mounds but always avoiding your nipples. I lick the underside of the first tit my mouth comes to, dragging my tongue up towards the nipple but stopping short. I switch to the other breast kissing all the womanly flesh I could while still avoiding your rapidly hardening nipples. When I finally feel I have teased them enough I swirl my tongue around one before taking it into my mouth. Your legs lock around my waist pulling me towards you, our crotches mash together causing both of us to moan and for me to realize just how aroused I had become. You let me play with your nipples for a few minutes more as our hips grind into one another's, each wishing the material covering each of us was not there. I am not the first to act upon this wish as I am pushed back onto my knees, sitting on my feet. You quickly sit up and pull my boxers down over my erection, "Oh my, it isn't quite as thick as I'm used to but definitely longer." With that said you lick the tip of my cock and smiling as you approve the taste. Quickly you envelope most of my cock, stopping only when your gag reflex threatens to kick in, a hand wraps around much of what your mouth can not take. Only your mouth rises and falls along my shaft as your hand continues to grip me and hold me where you want me. I push you onto your back, my hard shaft coming free from your mouth with a pop and your hand reluctantly lets go of me. It is so dark I can only see a silhouette of your body, I begin kissing at your neck moving slowly down. My hands trace along the sides of your body just ahead of my mouth. I nibble along your stomach as I drag my nails along your side, steadily moving towards your back. Once my hands reach your panty covered ass I give it a squeeze, the tips of my fingers curl under the waistband, leaving me free to pull them down. You raise your hips to assist my removal of your panties, my mouth continues its journey down your body kissing all over your newly exposed and hairless mons. Once your panties are down to your mid thigh I unceremoniously pull them the rest of the way off and toss them aside. I dive for your spread thighs having my mouth explore each of them with vigour. I finally let my tongue part the lips of your pussy, exploring your entrance and seeking your clit causing you to moan loudly. Your moans are so sexy, I work harder to cause many more, in between moans and gasps as I explore your body I hear you say "Where are your condoms? I want you in me now." I reluctantly take a break from tonguing you and reply. "They are above your head in a tin case." You try to roll over and feel for them but I stop you by holding onto your thighs and burying my face back into your sopping pussy, fortunately this does not deter you from feeling around for the tin. You giggle and gasp as you find the tin and I pull your clit in between my lips. I feel you grab my hair and pull me away from your body and placing me back into a kneeling position. As fast as I stop moving your mouth closes around my shaft, making sure I am as hard as I can be as you tear the package open. My head receives a long slow once over from your mouth before you finally pull away and slide the latex sheath over me. You lay back pulling me down on top of you, my mouth guided to yours by your hand on the back of my head and the head of my cock to the entrance to your pussy by your other hand. Your legs wrap around me just below my ass pushing me inside of you as our mouths connect in a show of passion. I sink all the way into you slowly, feeling every inch of me being surrounded by your body. "Oh god" you cry out as our hips finally touch and your pussy is filled for the first time in only you know how long. "Fuck me slowly." You say and then you kiss me again, your tongue darting over my lips. I obey starting off by making slow shallow thrusts, you in turn rock your hips up to meet mine. My arms are wrapped around you, one directly around your waist and the other reaching from your waist along your back holding you close to me as possible, your arms explore my body, rubbing my back, caressing my shoulders and squeezing my ass. I gradually pick up the pace after what feels like hours of barely moving inside of you and many kisses with an increasing frantic energy. Once I finally reach a comfortable pace of thrusting, I lift myself up bracing my upper body with my arms. From this new vantage point I begin placing kisses over your chest. I aim many times for where I think your nipples should be but due to the heaving motion of your chest from our thrusting and your heavy breathing I more often than not end up with a mouth full of breast sucking and licking at it, making you moan regardless. I feel your hand against my hip bone as you begin working your clit, helping your self to orgasm. I move to sit on the back of my legs while remaining inside you, your hips still grind towards me for shallower thrusts as I arrange my body for something different. My hands slide to the back of your knees and I pick your legs up and place them over my shoulders, I kiss and drag my teeth lightly over your wonderfully full calves. With your legs pressed together your pussy feels tighter around me and I begin thrusting with great energy. Our hands mutually seek our each others chests and are soon playing with nipples. You wish I could thrust like this forever as I reach so deep in you but your legs tire and fall to my sides. Your hand snakes down between your legs once more and I resume my thrusting as we kiss over and over again. "Yeah just like this, I'm soo close" You cry out in between deep breaths. I balance myself on one hand and reach for the lamp to flick it on its dimmest setting, the room is lit softly, instantly our eyes adjust to the light and meet. Our eyes travel over each others naked bodies finally seeing where our hands and mouths have been, we both focus on the union of our two bodies for a few moments. We intently watch me slide in and out of your smooth pussy and your fingers stroking your clit. Our eyes meet again, staring deeply into each others for only seconds when I feel your insides grip my shaft, your body tenses and shudders, your jaw drops open in a silent scream of pleasure. Seeing you like this sends me over the edge and I bury myself deeply in you, I am so sure you felt every spasm of my cock as I fill the condom. We finally break eye contact as we begin breathing once more, we stroke each others bodies as our breathing slows to normal. Our lips meet in a full on, eyes open kiss which I break by finally pulling my flaccid dick out of you. I dispose of the condom while admiring your naked figure in the afterglow of our sex. "Mmm you know what you deserve now?" I inquire as I already feel my dick stirring and preparing itself for more. "Mmm" You sigh, "What do I deserve now?" I grasp your hips and start to turn you while giving you your answer. "A nice body massage shall be what you deserve for that wonderful experience." You quickly roll yourself the rest of the way over as I reach for the moisturizing cream. I move back and sit on the foot of the bed, I put your feet in my lap and squirt a little bit of the cream into my hands warming it a bit before I apply it to your foot. I rub each of them with great care not to tickle you and make you feel good. Eventually I straddle your ankles and work my way up each of your calves, caressing and rubbing the lotion into them, making sure the muscle was nice and relaxed before moving onto the next one. I straddle each of your calves as I massage more lotion into the backs and insides of your thighs, I take my time when my hands are near your pussy causing you to arch your ass up towards me and sigh a little. I moisturize your ass a little, causing you to giggle a little and I quickly move up to your back. I move up to straddle your thighs, pushing them together as I get to your mid back. My cock, now fully hard again comes to rest in between your thighs with the head just resting up against your ass. You flex your thighs and ass putting various pressures on my cock as I massage you. As I reach your shoulders and neck you spread your legs a bit and speak to me. "Mmm put it in again." I cease the massage and lean up to grab another condom but you stop me. "We used the last one. Go ahead I'm on the pill." I position myself so your legs are in between mine and slide into you once more, I clamp my legs around yours trapping me inside you. I spend gratuitous amounts of time massaging your back and basking in the feeling of being buried inside of you. Once I grow tired of massaging you, I let my hands work their way down your arms and intertwine my fingers with yours. You feel me bite down gently on your neck, you moan into the pillow you had been resting your head on during the massage. I give you one slow thrust so we both feel almost every inch slide out and all the way back in. We gasp both enjoying the skin on skin feeling and I thrust again. I kiss all over the back of your neck and shoulders as I thrust more. I spread your legs by placing mine in between them and I begin to thrust harder into you. You feel my hands leave yours and trace down your arms, across your shoulders and down to your sides. They finally come to a stop at your hips, you feel them pull up and back and with me we rise to our knees. You feel me slide deeper than you have ever felt before, your hand reaches back and grips my ass so I cant move. You utter a guttural moan as you adjust to the depth I reach inside you. I feel you pull away a little and push yourself back onto me slowly, again you cry out loud as I bottom out. With a few more tries you let go of my ass and I meet your thrusts with my own, the sounds of your lovely supple ass slamming into my stomach echoes through the room. My hands grasp your breasts squeezing them gently, feeling them rock with the intensity of our thrusting. You take a hand away from supporting yourself cover one of mine, giving your tit one last combined grope you move my hand down your body. My hands decent stops when our fingers reach my slick shaft, we pause to feel me glide in and out of you, my hand is guided to your clit and I begin rubbing away. Your hand darts to catch yourself as your one arm trembling from pleasure threatens to give out. So close to your own orgasm you let yourself down to your elbows and you grip a pillow hard. Suddenly your stomach bows towards the bed, your head whips back, your hair cascading around your shoulders and you finally let out that orgasm inspired cry you withheld last time. You push back against me so hard I cannot move away to withdrawal from you as I feel your sopping wet pussy clench around me. You relax slightly so I move your hips to where I can pound into you again. I only make three more strokes inside your scorching hot and wet hole before I must pull out, simultaneously pushing you flat on the bed. The Breakup Author's Note: The sex will come; those of you who've read my first series (what's written of it) know it's my style to wait on that until I've built the story and characters up first Also, I use some possibly inflammatory terms, such as "faggot" and "retard." Please know that I have nothing against any of those people, and don't make fun of them in my life. People's choices and birth are their business; it's just part of the characters and story.  Anyways, please leave comments and rate! I woke up, feeling refreshed off of a good night's rest of 9 hours. With my job taking up so much time out of my day and wanting to be able to please my girlfriend (and definitely be pleased by her), I don't get much sleep these days. Not that I mind my time being taken up for either of those; I make 6 figures in salary and benefits, and I love my girlfriend so much! My name is Jason Lovett, and I live in sunny California with my girlfriend of 3 years, and work for a classified branch of the NSA, based out of San Francisco. Through high school, I knew I wanted to work enforcement, but after what I had seen my father go through before he was brutally murdered by the Triads for testifying in a trial against one of their upper members and being the key element in locking the Triad member away for multiple lifetimes, I didn't want to just be a part of the "lower" echelon of police officers; I wanted much more. I pushed myself hard through high school, taking extra credit courses and even a few beginner Criminal Justice classes at the local community college, and gained a full-ride scholarship to San Francisco State University. School was fun, but I was restless from the beginning and just wanted to get out into the world of what I pictured was like 24; saving the world from nuclear holocaust multiple times. I sacrificed most of my time, taking 20 credits every semester, 2 courses every interterm, and 3 courses every summer. Thankfully, my father's life insurance was able to pay for my living expenses. My mother didn't use much of the money for the 4 years that she had lived after his death before going to the grave herself due to heart failure. Losing both parents before the age of 15 had been extremely difficult, but had served to push me along in my ambitions. After gliding through my first two years in college, I was on track to graduate in my junior year with a 4.0 if I could keep going exactly as I had been. However, my life had something else planned for it; this something else being named Kelsey. I thought back to that fateful day when I had met her. "Jesus Christ, Tap, what's with the 30 pages?" I asked my friend Charles Tappman, or as I called him Tap, about the term paper he was adding finishing touches to for the Advanced Medieval English Writing Style class that we were happy to finally be done with in one week. The minimum for the paper was 16 pages, single-spaced, 20 sources, etc.; a normal advanced English paper by any standard. Normally, no student would do more than the minimum; however, when you put a 5'5" 115 lb. blonde babe in front of 40 horny males, anything can and will happen to win her affection. Already there had been several fights in the classroom, resulting in the dismissal of those students, and at least four classmates that I had seen had tried to get in her pants during class, as well. Those efforts usually resulted in the guy ending up on the ground in a ball trying to catch a breath after a brutal cup check. Only one guy I had ever seen had been able to even get out of the batter's box and go on a date with her, but I had never heard anything about the date from the guy, so I assumed it ended badly. Kelsey Capour was her name. She was gorgeous; way too attractive to be a college teacher. Fresh out of grad school at the tender age of 22, she was an early bloomer and used all of her wit and intelligence to drive the guys in her classes wild. Tap was no exception; he had been "smitten" since the first day of class. I use the word "smitten" loosely, as he usually had a girl for every day of the week and frequently couldn't tell me the first letter of their first names. I wasn't surprised though, as any red-blooded male, including me could get an instant boner just looking at her. Not that she tried to help that, however; she had to be the biggest tease I had ever seen. Tight suits that showed off her ample breasts and accentuated every one of her delicious curves; 4-inch heels that brought out her defined calves and perky, tight ass; hair always perfectly fixed in such a way to leave a few strands falling to frame her movie-star face; and always, always a skirt 2 inches too short to leave the boys wanting more. If she bent over to pick up a piece of fallen chalk or plug in an errant computer power cord, you could taste the testosterone in the room. I had seen her suggestively place her hand a couple inches from some of the better-looking guys' junk, only to walk away swishing her ass and hips seductively. Tears of frustration had come to eyes on multiple occasions. Not helped by how sexy the teacher was, I was having difficulty in the class; writing had never been my thing. Grammar was a piece of cake. Figure out the rule, see if something's wrong with the sentence, and move on to the next one. Grammar is always objective. Writing, however, seemed to depend on the whims of the teacher and esoteric rules and regulation that I could never seem to get a handle on. I had already consulted with some of my more composition-minded classmates, but had no luck getting higher than a 75 on any of my papers. The tests and quizzes were my savior, though, and with a 100 on the final exam (easy enough) and a 100 on this paper (not so easy enough) I could pull of a 90 in the class, keeping my 4.0 GPA. With just a week left before we had to turn the paper in, I was out of options; I had to go to Kelsey for help. Currently, I was in line outside her office waiting behind three other guys wanting "help" in the class as well. More likely, help getting their raging boners down. God almighty, I thought, you've all seen what she can do; don't you think she'll pick your ass apart once you get in there? I wouldn't be surprised if... My thoughts were broken off as Tap came out, dejected. "I got nothing, dude. I used up the last of my lines on the love of my life, and she didn't even bat an eye. Just shot me down as cold as everyone else. Fucking ice queen." "No way man! Don't tell me you even used the butterfly line..." "Yep," Tap replied, "Even the butterfly one. Guess love is over for me. I'll just go kill myself now." Tap was training to be an actor, and had a real talent for it, shown by the look on his face that said he really might go do that. I knew him all too well, however, and called his bluff. "OK, Tap. Just please leave the blood off my side of the room. I'd rather leave clean-up to housekeeping." "What the fuck ever, man. Some friend you are!" Tap replied to me with a look of indignation on his face, kept for a few seconds before he lost it. We slapped hands, did an awesome man-hug, and parted ways. "Get 'em Tiger! She's all yours now!" Tap said as he left. "Fag!" I yelled back, laughing. "You know she can hear you!" I knocked on the door and heard the answer to come in. I opened the door and stepped on in, looking around at the lavish office. I had heard rumors of how Kelsey, a rookie teacher at the school, was able to score such sweet digs; the smallest of which involved her banging the Dean of English, and the largest involving an elaborate affair with the president of the school, a 75-year old married man with grandchildren. I dismissed them all, but knew all rumors got started somewhere with some facet of truth. "Well, Mr. Lovett," Kelsey started, with a sly smile on her face, "what brings by my office today?" Shit! I thought. I had lost the ability to think; the only thing I could focus on was her beautiful face. Thankfully, I didn't go any lower, or I'd have lost it. "Urr," Urr? URR? What the hell is that supposed to mean to a fucking English teacher? Get it together fool! "I need help with my paper," I blurted out, 15 decibels too loudly. Nice. Now you look like you've never seen a person with boobs before. Fucking retard. The look on her face said the same thing. She didn't say anything though, just kind of sat there and studied me. I guess my "deer-in-the-headlights" look get through her defenses, though, and she asked to see my paper. I handed it to her without a word, and sat there dumbly while she rifled through it with a blank look, giving no signals away. Unfortunately, my mind was in overdrive, and what I thought to be a clever question got past the little man in my head and made it past my mouth too. "So, judging from the look on the last few guys' faces, I'd assume they weren't looking for help with their paper?" Oops. She looked up from my paper with a funny look on her face. "Well, Mr. Lovett, why else would they be in here?" My face burned with embarrassment, and I had no idea what to say. I'd had my fair share of girls in the past, but Kelsey turned my mind into mush. The only thing I knew to do was just get up and walk out, which is exactly what I started to do. As I reached for the doorknob, I heard her speak, but what she said didn't really register for a few seconds. "Wait! I thought you needed help with your paper? Listen, we've both had long days, and I can tell this office is getting to both of us; how about we go out for a bite to eat and talk about your paper?" Umm, I thought, did I just unintentionally get a date with Kelsey? Damn...I can't waste this opportunity. "Yeah, that sounds really good actually, Miss Capour. I'd appreciate that." Thankfully I had my speaking faculties back and could carry a normal conversation. "Only on one condition; don't ever call me Miss Capour again. I'm 22, Jason. You're a senior so what, I'm the same age as you?" "No ma'am...I mean, no Kelsey; I'm just 20." "Wow...I have a smart one here then," Kelsey said with a smile. "I want to change out of this stupid outfit; I can barely breathe! You would know the rules for faculty are made by all males...anyways, I'll take you to my place if you don't mind and change and freshen up. Are you fine with going as you are?" "Yeah, I'm a guy; I'm always comfortable in jeans and a T," I replied. "Well, great! Come on, my car's right outside." As I followed her into the hall, every guy and girl stared at me. All conversation ceased, and I felt everyone's eyes burning into me. The guys were all whispering about what I had to do to get to follow her out, and most of the girls were checking me out, commenting on how they had never noticed me before. Nice! I thought. Even if nothing happens here, I've got plenty of other option now. I felt kind of bad about using Kelsey like that, but then I thought about all the guys that she had used, and my conscience left me alone after that. Once we reached her one-bedroom apartment, furnished very tactfully with modern furniture and art, Kelsey got me a Coke and left me on the couch to watch ESPN while she showered and changed. I knew girls could be very long in "freshening up," so I found her Xbox 360, started it up, and began my conquest of the NFL with the New England Patriots in the game Madden NFL 2012. I can be slightly vocal when I'm playing video games, and get very engrossed in them, so I didn't notice that Kelsey had come out ready and had been watching me for several minutes. "Well, you're going to have to teach me how to play that sometime; I never have this much fun!" I jumped and whipped around, accidentally letting go of the controller in the process, it flying across the room and landing on the hard granite floor in front of the fireplace before smashing into many smaller pieces against the brick where the fireplace was held. "Urrr," was all I could manage. "Well," Kelsey said with a genuine smile without missing a beat, "how about you teach me another time? Maybe after you take some hand-eye coordination classes." "Urrr, how about we stop at Wal-Mart before we hit the restaurant?" I asked her. "Sure! I know how college students love their Wal-Mart!" Kelsey replied. After our Wal-Mart stop where I replaced, much to her chagrin, her controller with a special-edition Modern Warfare 3 wireless controller, we went to Applebee's. Not an upscale restaurant by any means, but still, great food and even better company. Once we had sat down and gotten our menus to order, I was able to take the first good look at her that I had ever been bold enough to take. Of course, hiding behind two large menus can help confidence levels tremendously. Instead of wearing her normally tight clothes and hair up in all manner of fanciness, Kelsey had let her hair down and straightened it, giving her a more down-to-earth appearance. Not that it looked bad; on the contrary, I thought it made her look even more beautiful. Her face was flawless, accented perfectly by just the right amount of blush, foundation, and mascara that brought her eyelashes out to the point where when she blinked it gave me chills. She was wearing just the slightest bit of sky blue eyeliner which brought out her unbelievably electric blue eyes. She was wearing a slightly tight short-sleeve black blouse with a short black coat over it, and jeans that, again, accented everything in the correct way. Damn, this girl is one of the best fashion experts I've ever seen! I stared a little too long, though and we made eye contact above the menus. I didn't keep it long enough to see her reaction, but my imagination was in overdrive. I heard a little giggle come from across the table, and looked up again. Kelsey was staring at her menu with a perfectly straight face. "Was that..." I started, "was that a giggle that just came from the Ice Queen?" Kelsey looked up at me, and then lost it. She just started dying laughing, right there in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I didn't even give a shit. I was on a pseudo-date with an extremely beautiful, charming, sexy, intelligent, cultured woman who was laughing her ass off in the middle of a crowd. I soon started laughing hard too. After a few minutes our laughter died down and we just looked at each other, shaking our heads. "Thank you, Jason. I really needed that; it's been a tough week. Do you know how many guys don't give a shit about humor or making me laugh or anything, and just want to see their dicks in my mouth? It's horrifying when I think about it." "Well, considering who you are and the fact that they're young virile males; yeah, can understand it," I said with a smile. "Considering who I am?" she asked. "And...just what's that supposed to mean, Jason?" Kelsey said with a look of questioning judgment on her face. Shit. Another quandary I've gotten myself into. Yeah, when you think words like 'quandary,' shit like this will happen. Jesus, I'm losing it. "I, uh, didn't mean, uh, anything..." "I'm just screwing with you Jason! Please, don't make me start laughing again; I need to order!" Kelsey said, smiling again. She really looked so beautiful when she smiled. After we ordered, she produced my paper and got to work critiquing it. She did it very tactfully; there were definite problems with it, but she really wanted me to get that A in her class. When we were almost done with our meals, and done with the paper, I really felt like I had a shot. With the A, I mean. "Well," Kelsey said as we stood up to leave, "I've had more fun on this date than in the last two semesters. Thank you so much Jason!" "Hey, same thing here Kelsey!" I had opened up to her a lot more, and felt much at ease with her, like with an old friend. "I really, really enjoyed this time." After we drove back, she would have had to pass her apartment to get to my dorm and then come back, so she parked in front of her place. I walked her up to her door and started to think of what was going to happen here. I'm not stupid when it comes to girls; I've had my share of relationships, one night stands, and everything in between, so I knew what she was doing when she fumbled with her keys a little. I felt that there was more here than a one night stand, though, so I said goodbye and turned to leave. I felt her watching me the whole way until I rounded the corner. I got back to my room and, exhausted, lay down and went straight to sleep. Over the course of the next interterm and semester, I went on seveal more "dates" with Kelsey. In name, they were to help me with other high-level English classes that I needed to take for my minor, obviously English; however, in reality, we were becoming very close. I knew we were very good friends, but I thought there was a good possibility there could be more feelings there. I knew there was for me, but wasn't sure about Kelsey. However, I wasn't willing to risk our friendship for one stupid question or even night; I'd let her make the first move. That move came on one of our dates. We had been hanging out recently to just blow off some steam, so on one of those nights, after a good meal and some slow dancing (first time for me; I stepped on her feet at least 3 times) we were sitting in her car outside of her apartment. "Jason," Kelsey started, "I've...I've been meaning to talk to you about something..." "Yeah Kels?" I had taken to calling her that as a show of friendly affection, and she didn't object. "What's up?" "Every other guy, absolutely without exception, has by the third date tried to follow me inside my apartment. The first "date" we had, I thought you were going to. You're cute enough; I would have had a good time. But there would have been nothing else, and I was ready to shut it down the very next day. But you didn't follow me in. You just...walked away. And that...bothered me. I worried that I had lost it, or something. I went to the club the next night and picked up a guy with no troubles, had a good time, and regained my self-confidence. But I saw something else in you, something that I hadn't ever seen in a guy before. I saw legitimate want for a friendship; of course I saw want for more, but I saw that you wanted my friendship badly enough that you were willing to give up what might have happened that night. I told myself if this lasts, then I might have found the one for me. And I still think that, and it still has lasted. I know you're single, and I've also seen you turn other girls down. How long has it been since you've had sex?" I didn't really know what to say in light of all that Kelsey had just said, so I just answered her question, "Seven months; two months before I met you." "So," she replied, "You've been saving yourself? For me?" I just nodded. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Do you..." she choked up and trailed off. After regaining her composure, she continued. "Do you realize what that means to me? That you, a guy who had no signals from me regarding sex, saved yourself in case it ever happened? What if it didn't? What if we both just moved on with our lives?" I took a few minutes to think about this. I had thought about this before, what actually would happen if something happened to one of us to move us from the positions we were in then, but I wanted to word it just right. "Kels, I couldn't have moved on. If either one of us were going to go somewhere, I would have told you how I felt. Kels, I love you. Like, I legitimately love you. I love everything about you, and think you're so far out of my league, that I would have gone for a porn star before I would have attempted to go on a date with you. But after getting to know you, and you getting to know me, I just feel this...connection with you. Kelsey, I love you, whether we have sex or not." The Breakup After I said that, Kelsey broke down. She put her head on my shoulder and just cried for 20 minutes straight. Hard crying, sobbing, stuff that tore me apart to hear. After a while, she looked up at me with tear-filled eyes. "Jason, I love you too! I never thought I would find it, but I have. I love you with everything I have, and love everything about you. I couldn't be apart from you now, and if I were, I couldn't take it; I would lose it. Please don't leave me tonight, Jason." And with that, I stepped out of the car into the muggy May air, went around to the driver side, opened her door and took her into my arms. I just held her for several minutes, and then took her hands in mine. She looked up at me, and then the most beautiful thing that ever in my life happened; we kissed. We kissed long, with it growing in passion and heat, until we were completely making out right there on the sidewalk. Kelsey broke off the kiss, breathless. "Oh my god...do you know what that felt like to me?" "Babe, I'm pretty sure I do...I've never experienced anything like that," I replied. "Well, babe, how about we finish what we've started here?" Kelsey said with a sly smile that revealed her affection, and want, for me. That was music to my ears. I followed her inside her apartment to her bedroom where she led me inside, shut the door, and took me to the bed. "Baby, I've had fantasies about you being beside me in this bed...how about you let me have them come true?" Kelsey said. "Urrr," I could only say. Kelsey just laughed. "That's going to be our little thing...urrr. And I'll bet you'll be saying it more than once tonight." She lightly pushed me onto the bed and straddled my hips with hers. Her hair fell perfectly, framing her face as she kissed me more, the passion rising until she was slowly grinding her hips. "Babe, you have way too many clothes on...can I please see those sexy abs?" Of course I was happy to oblige, and lifted my arms up for her to take my shirt off. My chest has always been a very sensitive part of me, and when she started to rub, kiss, and lick it, I couldn't help but let a moan escape my lips. I buried my face in her hair and just basked in the feel of her lips and tongue and hands, thinking about how many times this very fantasy had played out in my head. I couldn't say anything though, but she didn't seem to mind; rather, she took it as a sign that she was doing well. My hands had a mind of their own, and moved down to her blouse. I lifted it up, she shifted slightly, and it slipped off easily. I unclasped her black lace bra, and took in for the first time her gorgeous breasts, full and supportive on their own. She knew what I wanted and was fine with it, as she moved to position them in front of my face. I reciprocated what she had done a few minutes earlier, earning many mews and moans from her sexy lips. After several minutes of that, she moved down my stomach and reached my jeans. Kelsey unbuckled by belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down off me slowly, leaving me in just my boxers. She pulled them off painfully slow as well, but soon enough there I was, laying completely naked and rock-hard with the girl of my dreams with her beautiful face inches from my raging hard-on. Looking at me the whole time with her sexy bright blue eyes, she stuck her tongue out and put on my head, then putting her whole mouth around it. She moved slowly, slowly down the shaft, then back up, playing with my balls the whole time with one hand and jerking me slowly with the other. It was absolute heaven. Even though I had always respected Kelsey, guys who have a crush know it's impossible not to fantasize about things like this. It was playing out just like I had had the fantasies about. She started slow, but began increasing the pace after she sensed that it wasn't going to be much longer. I wanted to stay like that for the rest of my life, but knew myself that it wouldn't be long now. I still couldn't talk, but put my hand on the back of her head and closed my eyes. She took the hint and stopped bobbing up and down and held my dick in her mouth, milking me for everything I had. I just came and came, 8 months of sexual frustration pent up inside me, all coming out at one time. She took it perfectly, swallowing every last drop except for the last little bit, which she let dribble out of her mouth onto my shaft. I looked at her one last before closing my eyes and laying my head back, spent. I had no more energy left, even though I wanted so badly to return the favor. Kelsey understood though, and just lay down next to me and turned me to her and began kissing me again. After a few minutes, she pulled away and put her head into my chest and pulled the covers up onto us. "Baby," she whispered into my ear, "don't worry; the next time I cum, it'll be from your mouth." With those thoughts fueling my dreams, I drifted to sleep with the girl of my dreams lying in my arms. The Breakup This is my first attempt ever at writing an erotic short story. If anyone has any tips or pointers for me, I'd really appreciate it! I value criticism a lot as long as it's constructive. I hope you enjoy my story! :) ------------------------------------------------- I woke Sophie up on a peaceful Sunday morning by a series of loud knocks on her door. Although I did not see her, I was almost positive she was hiding her head under the pillows, hoping whoever was knocking would leave, since it had taken her that long to answer. Unfortunately for her, I was very persistent. A minute later, I heard the sound of bottles clinking behind her door. I guessed that while she dragged herself off her couch, her feet collided into some of the empty whiskey bottles on the floor that she had been drinking over the past few days. I knocked one more time. She opened the door, wrapped in a blanket. She was a mess. "Oh. Hi, Jason." She said, turning around and dragging herself back to the couch. "Is that what you've been doing all week?" I said, pointing at the empty whiskey bottles on the floor. She ignored the question and threw herself back on the couch, covering herself from head to toe with the blanket. She did not seem to be in the mood to listen to one of my lectures. It was no secret that, as her best friend, I tended to be very insensitive sometimes. I admit, I constantly criticized her for being weak and letting too many things affect her. She knew I was right, but she never would've called herself weak. I think, maybe, she preferred the word "sensitive". "Sophie?" "What?" Her voice indifferently said from under the covers, "What do you want?" "I want you to snap out of this!" "God, Jason, why are you even here?" "We're supposed to go camping today. Sarah and Josh are already there and the rest are on their way. Now, would you mind terribly getting the fuck off your ass and getting dressed?" "Yes. Yes, I would. I really need to be alone right now." I scoffed and began to tug on the blanked she had wrapped around her body. "Stop it, Jason!" She yelled, "This isn't funny!" Despite her struggling and yelling, I didn't stop trying to yank the blanket away from her. In a matter of seconds, I was standing by the couch holding the blanket and smiling irritatingly at her. At 6'2", I was impossible for her to overpower. She knows I'm much stronger than her. I won't take no for an answer. I really don't understand why she felt the need to resist in the first place. "What?!" She yelled, "What the fuck do you want from me?!" I was able to take a good look at her, now that the covers were off. Her silky brown hair perfectly framed her exhausted face. Her eyes were red; she had puffy bags under her eyes. She had obviously been crying. Her usually perfect manicure was chipped. Her skin was pale, paler than it usually is. She looked ill. She really, really was a mess. She wore an oversized Pink Floyd T-shirt that I had gotten her for her 18th birthday. I caught a glimpse of her panties. They were pink lacy boyshorts. She looked glorious. I stared into her and her eyes seemed to beg for just a hint of understanding. A hint of sympathy. I felt bad, but deep down I always felt like I was Sophie's rock. I had to be tough. I had to teach her to be tough, or she won't be able to survive. "I just want you to get dressed so we can go camping. Please?" She sighed and didn't say anything. "I know what's best for you, Sophie. You can't stay like that forever." "I'll go get dressed." She said. "Good. I'll come help you pack." I followed her to the bedroom. She gained a couple of pounds. Her ass looked rounder and her thighs looked more shapely. Even while she suffered the consequences of a very messy breakup, she looked beautiful, as she's ever been. I've always thought her (now ex) boyfriend was a dick for not appreciating her enough. She really was a knockout. Sophie walked into her bedroom, looked around for a second, then sat on her bed and let herself fall back. She stared at the ceiling and sighed lifelessly. "Jason, do I really have to go?" "Jeez, Sophie. What, are you never gonna leave your tiny apartment because of this shitty, pathetic fucking breakup? You'll get over it." "Stop being like that..." She spoke while tears began to form in her eyes, "It's not that easy. You don't know what happened." "What, Sophie? What was so horrible about this breakup? How was it unlike any other breakup you or any of us has ever been through?" "Please, I just don't want to talk about it. Just leave me alone for a while. I'm fine. I'll get over it. I just need some time. I was infuriated. She called THIS fine? Drinking her weight in cheap whiskey is fine? Spending her days locked up in her apartment is fine? Crying over the loss of an asshole that did nothing but disrespect and ignore her from the beginning is fine? That was fucking idiotic! I was about to point out how mistaken she was, but I reminded myself she truly did need a friend to support her through this. She didn't want to be lectured. She didn't want to be tough. She just wanted to cry and whine and wallow in her own misery while her best friend listened. I can do that. I can be that person for her. I can listen without judging or criticizing her. I can do it. I think. I sat next to her on the bed and rested my hand on her knee. She sat up and looked at me, like she's figured out exactly what I'm trying to do. "It's okay." She said in response to my unspoken apology "I'm only trying to help. I just... I hate seeing you like that." "I know." "Talk to me. Tell me what happened." "He left me for Jenna. After he cheated on me with her, of course." She laughed, almost as if she did not believe the words coming out of her own mouth. "He said he loved her and that he felt nothing for me anymore. He just stopped loving me, according to him. He said I was never going to be half the woman she was. He said she knew him better than I did. Can you believe that fucking son of a bitch? I was his girlfriend for three years and he just tosses me aside for that slut? He chose her over me. He chose her." Well, shit. I always knew Alex was an asshole, but I never thought he would go this far. He always bragged about how he could fuck any girl he wanted, but he never actually fucked anyone aside from Sophie. At least that's what I thought until now. Who knows whom he did or did not fuck? I looked at Sophie and she was gazing at the floor, sobbing very silently. I realized she was broken. That fucking douchebag broke her. He broke my Sophie. I felt enraged. How could he? I found myself clenching my fists. I wanted to find him and punch the living shit out of him. I wanted him to die, and I wanted to be the one to kill him. Here I was, sitting next to the most beautiful girl in the world, who, in a very tragic twist of events, began to think she wasn't beautiful anymore. Now, she doesn't think she is worthy of love, just because that idiot was not man enough to love her. How fucking could he? "You're beautiful." I said to her, in a moment of honesty. She stared back at me, evidently confused. She doubted me without saying a word. Of course she had to doubt me. Alex single-handedly ruined every shred of self-worth she had over the past few years. "You are literally the most beautiful girl I have ever met. Fuck Jenna, fuck any other girl. I'd rather have you. I'd keep you for the rest of my life if I could. I'd love to start every morning by looking at your face. I'd love to kiss you whenever I want to, just because I can. Just because you're mine. If I could touch you like you're mine, I'd be the happiest man in the world." She stared at me with her lips slightly parted and her eyes wide open. The tears stopped. She stared into my eyes. She stared as if she didn't recognize me anymore. I saw a great deal of confusion in her eyes. She didn't speak a word. She just stared. My hand was still on her knee. "What are you saying, Jason?" She asked very calmly. Her voice was barely audible. "I'm saying, Sophie, that I think you're beautiful and I would gladly fuck you everyday for the rest of my life." And with that, I kissed her. I deeply, passionately, forcefully kissed her. I wanted her. I've wanted her for years. It was painful. I needed to have her. One of my hands snuck to her lower back, the other grabbed a fistful of her hair. Her eyes were wide open. She seemed shocked. Terrified, even. I knew I should stop, but I just couldn't get myself to separate my lips from those sweet, sweet lips of hers. She placed her hands on my shoulders and tried to push me away. With one hand, I grabbed both her wrists and immediately broke the kiss. She opened her mouth to speak, but I stopped her before she could say anything. "Tell me you don't want me and I'll leave you alone." "Jason..." she said softly "I..." "Say it and I'll go." "I don't want you to go." "What do you want?" "I just need a friend." I let go of her wrists and trailed my hand up between her thighs. My other hand wandered under her T-shirt and onto her breast. "So you don't want this?" "Jason, please..." She whispered. I started gently rubbing her pussy against the thin fabric of her lace panties. She gasped and her body began to tense beneath my touch. "Please, Jason," She continued to plead, "You know Alex was my first and only. I've never done that with someone else. I can't. I'm not ready. Please." "Ask me to stop." "What?" She moaned with her eyes half closed. "Ask me to stop rubbing your pussy and I will. All you need to do is ask." She looked at me pleadingly, begging me not to make her say that. She rested her palms on my chest, which is exactly where they should be if she was planning on pushing me away, and she was, but she didn't. She threw her head back and a moan escaped her lips while I continued to slowly rub her clitoris. "Come on, Sophie. Tell me what you want." She dug her nails into my shoulders. Her moans got louder as she began rocking against my fingers. It became very obvious what she wanted. "Oh, Jason, please." She whimpered. I squeezed her breast with my hand, while the other still worked her pussy against her now very damp panties. My lips were instantly drawn to her exposed neck. Her head hung back, her eyes were closed, she held on to my shoulders, and she ever so softly moaned my name while I kissed her beautiful neck. "Oh, Jason," She moaned. "Tell me what you want, baby. Just tell me what you want." I whispered into her ear. "Please..." "What exactly are you begging for here, Sophie?" I whispered calmly. My finger stopped rubbing her swollen clitoris. She gasped as her eyes flew open. She seemed startled by my question. Although I knew exactly what she was begging for, I had to ask. She wanted me to fuck her, but she didn't want it to be her idea. She wanted me to fuck her, but she didn't want to say it. She wanted me to fuck her, but she wanted it to seem like it was all me and that she was just going along with it. It was no surprise to me that she was thrown off by the question. Of course she wouldn't know how to answer it. Answering it would actually mean she'd have to admit that she did want me. Sophie would never admit to that. Might as well have some fun. "Are you begging me to stop?" I asked. "Jason, I just can't do this. I'm not that kind of girl. I just..." "Bullshit. You're loving it." "Jason!" She exclaimed, obviously appalled by my accusation. "I..." "You're loving it. Like the filthy little slut you are. Just look at how wet your panties are!" Sophie's mouth hung open and tears began to flow down her face. I was sure she'd never been called a slut before. It only made sense. She was far from a slut. She lost her virginity at 19, after she had been with Alex for one year. Alex was her first love, kiss, fuck, everything. Sophie was just about as innocent now as she was at 13. I wanted her to know I was onto her. I wanted her to know that I knew she wanted me. The way she moaned as she begged, thinking I don't know what she's begging for. She moaned my name. She moaned for me. Still, I decided I didn't need to make her admit she wanted me. If that's how she wanted us to fuck, then so be it. "Don't look so shocked. Now, stand up and take off your clothes." I demanded. She sat next to me on the bed, still crying and still obviously shocked at my not-so-delicate choice of words. "I said now!" I yelled. I didn't want to yell at her, but I figured I should be a bit intimidating in order for her to be able to convince herself that she did this out of fear, not by choice. She got up and reluctantly began to take her T-shirt off. I could tell even before she started undressing that she wasn't wearing a bra. The second her T-shirt was off, I found myself facing of the most perfect pair of tits I had ever seen. They were divine. Flawless. As perky and round as D cups could be. The sight of her pale pink nipples and creamy porcelain skin almost sent me over the edge right there and then. She hooked her thumbs to the waistband of her lacy pink panties and slowly began to push them to the floor. Her tears were dried up, but she still pretended to be all sad and pouty and unwilling. My cock ached for her. It ached for the touch of her gentle hands and her full, plump lips. It ached to feel the soft inside of her tight pussy. I took off my T-shirt and gazed intently as she stood before me, completely naked. Her sad, big, brown puppy eyes stared back at me. She wanted me to force her. She wanted to be the victim. That slut. "Come here." I commanded, indicating for her to sit on my lap. She obediently, but reluctantly of course, walked over to me. She sat carefully on my lap. Facing her back, I reached around and began to caress her naked tits and her bare stomach. I buried my face in her hair and took in the mesmerizing scent of her. "Open your legs." I said It took her a few seconds, but she complied. My right hand traveled south, until it found her pussy, while my other hand kneaded her full, round breast. I ran a finger across her slit and she responded with a loud gasp. She was so wet. She craved a good fucking, and that was exactly what I planned to give her. I started to rub her now throbbing clit while she threw her head back and placed one arm over my shoulders, giving me better access to her tits. Between moans, I faintly heard her say things like "please" and "don't". I knew it was all a part of the victim act she enjoyed playing so much, so I didn't really give it any attention. Her moans got louder. I began to pick up the pace. With my other hand, I began to fiercely pump two fingers in and out of her dripping wet cunt. She was in pain and she absolutely fucking loved it. "You like that, don't you?" I whispered into her ear, "You love it when I hurt you, you slut." "Oh, Jason! Oh! Oh, Jason, please!" She cried, rocking back against my fingers. She was so close. She wasn't really saying anything, but she was begging for release. She needed to cum. Once again, I picked up the pace. Her lips started quivering and her knees began to tremble. She was a quivering, trembling mess. In a matter of seconds, her orgasm washed over her and she exploded. "Oh, yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, Jason!" She was literally screaming. Her muscles tensed while her pussy convulsed around my fingers. After she had calmed down, she opened her eyes and looked at me, as if wondering what she was supposed to do now. The puppy eyes and pouty lips were still there, but I didn't really mind. In a sick, perverted way, it turned me on. "On your knees, slut." I commanded. She sighed sorrowfully as she got down on her knees before me. Without waiting for further instructions, she started to unbutton my jeans and fish for my cock in my boxers, all while looking up at me with her big brown eyes that pretended to beg me not to make her do this. "Suck." She stroked the length of my shaft a few times before finally taking it into her mouth. She found the tip of my penis and began to swirl her tongue around it. Gently, she pressed her tongue against my shaft, licking it all the way down. Then, she started bobbing her head, back and forth, taking it all in. I forcefully grabbed her hair and began to push her head down my dick, while she clenched her fists, which were both rested on my knees. Tears began to flow down her cheeks and she moaned, I'm guessing in pain, while my cock hit the back of her throat repeatedly. I forced her up so she can get some air before continuing and she looked up at me with sad, beautiful, big brown eyes, tears still running down her face. "Please don't make me do that again," She begged, "It really hurts. Please." I felt tempted to let her go. Unfortunately for her, though, the thought of forcing her to pleasure me was something I'd been dreaming about for such a long time, and I wasn't about to let it go that easily. Almost unconsciously, with one hand still tangled into her hair, I found my other hand slapping her across the face. She placed her hand on her cheek and stared at me with her wide, sad eyes, seeming genuinely surprised. I pulled her hair and looked into her eyes. "Let me make one thing clear. You do not get to tell me what to do and what not to do. If I want to fuck any of your holes, I will, and you will gladly let me. Do you understand?" She did not respond for a few seconds. I tightened my grip around her hair and drew my face closer to hers. "I said: do you fucking understand?" She nodded reluctantly. I sighed. "I really, really don't want to hurt you, Sophie, but I will if I have to." She nodded in understanding and apologized. A few seconds later, she continued to suck on my cock eagerly, as if to apologize for her earlier behavior. Her lips tightened around me and I felt myself coming so close to the edge. Grabbing her by the hair, I pulled out of her mouth. I wanted more than anything to cum, but I wasn't going to pass on the chance of cumming inside her tight pussy. "Up." She carefully stood up, and so did I. We stood there facing each other in silence for a few seconds before I decided to speak. "I'm going to fuck you now, Sophie." She took a couple of steps back and her eyes looked into mine pleadingly. "Please don't," She whispered. I took a step forward and my body was less than an inch away from hers. She took a couple of steps back again, and I stepped forward. This went on for a few seconds before she found herself trapped against the wall. She placed her hands on my shoulders and, looking up at me, she started to beg and moan. "Please, Jason. Just cum in my mouth. Please don't fuck me." I didn't bother listen to her recite the lines from the victim role she had written for herself. I picked her up with both my hands, which was easy, seeing as she was just 5'1" and I'm guessing weighed only around 120 pounds. Without any hesitation, I drove my cock into the wetness of her cunt. I continued to fuck her for a few minutes while she screamed and whimpered and begged me to stop. After a while, her begging me to stop turned into just begging. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her nails dragged across my back while she repeatedly screamed "please". Her tits were pressed against my naked chest and I could feel her hard nipples touching my skin. I knew she was close, she was begging for release, but this time, I wasn't going to give it to her so easily. My thrusts became less urgent; I started to slide in and out of her slowly. They were fast enough to keep her on the edge, but slow enough to make sure she doesn't cum. She groaned as if in pain and continued to beg, this time more quietly. The Breakup "Oh, please..." She whispered, "Please, baby, please." "Please what?" I nonchalantly asked. "Don't make me say it..." She whimpered as she held on tightly to my shoulders. She literally sounded like she was in physical pain. "How am I supposed to give you what you want if you won't even tell me what it is, hmm?" I whispered into her ear. I decided to have more fun with her. I started kissing her neck and nibbling gently on her ear. I breathed heavily into her ear while I started to thrust my hard cock deeper and deeper into her incredibly tight pussy. She shuddered when my pelvis slapped against her clit and dug her nails even deeper into my back. I started to slow down my thrusts once again, and she grew more and more frustrated. "Please, Jason," She moaned softly, "I'll do anything." "Anything?" "Anything, baby. Please." "How about," I deliberately said, "telling me what it is you want?" Tears began to well up in her eyes and soft moans escaped her pouty lips while she looked at me miserably. Normally, I would do anything to please a sad, pouty little girl, but I recognized this as one of her techniques to manipulate me, and decided I wasn't going to give in to her so easily. I picked up the pace and within a few seconds I was full on fucking her. Her body was slamming against the wall behind her and her hands were grabbing on to me while her legs clenched around my waist. She squeezed her eyes shut and started to scream and beg in a mix of pain and pleasure, still insisting on not saying what I asked her to say. I waited until she was only a matter of seconds close to an orgasm before I abruptly stopped fucking her and withdrew until my entire cock was almost out of her pussy. She looked frantic and she began yelling at me. "No! No, Jason, please! You can't do this!" "Say it." "Please, make me cum!" She blurted out in frustration, almost before I was even done with my sentence. "I need to cum! Please!" "And how do you suggest I do that?" I whispered into her ear. "With your cock. Please. I really need you to fuck me." I laughed and thrust my cock deep into her wet pussy once again. This girl, not even five minutes ago, was literally begging me not to fuck her. Now, not only is she begging me to fuck her, she's actually begging me to make her cum. I fucked her furiously and passionately while she squirmed and moaned in my hands. Her moans were loud and she spoke incoherent words while I drove my cock into her. I heard the sound of her back slam against the wall and my pelvis slam against her thighs. Despite how tight she was, my cock slid in and out of her with unbelievable ease. She was so wet, I could hear the sound of her juices around my cock while I fucked her. In no time, her tight pussy started to clench around my cock and I knew she was very close this time. "Cum for me, slut," I ordered her. She was going to cum right there and then, anyway, but I intentionally said that, just to humiliate her even more, as if she'd cum at that moment just because I ordered her to. As soon as I finished my sentence, she immediately cried out and her pussy convulsed around my cock, milking it and sending me over the edge as well. While she came, she screamed and begged for me not to stop, and followed it by several 'thank you's. She kept on thanking me until both my orgasm and hers had subsided, and we just stood there staring at each other. As soon as my orgasm was over, it all hit me. I'd just used my best friend of seven years for sex. I took advantage of her vulnerability and made her do things she possibly didn't want to do. I didn't do it for the sex. I don't know why I did it. What I knew was this: that was a really shitty thing to do. "Are you gonna put me down?" Her voice brought me back to reality. She was smiling at me awkwardly. "Oh. Right," I smiled back at her and gently lowered her back to the ground until she was on her feet again. My hands were still on her back and her were still on my shoulders. We both noticed, but neither of us did anything about it. "Thank you," Sophie suddenly said while she looked up at me and smiled. "What for?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "Making me feel wanted again..." She blushed a little and smiled shyly at me. I kissed her. I wanted to tell her that I loved her, but I wasn't sure if I did. I didn't know what I wanted from her or how I felt towards her. I just really, really, needed to kiss her. When we broke the kiss, she looked even more beautiful than she did before. Her big, brown eyes looked up at me while her lips smiled shyly. It felt so good to be so close to her but I felt horrible. "I'm sorry," I remorsefully said. "If you really want to make it up to me," She said playfully, "Call Sarah." Sarah? I was confused. I was about to ask her what she was talking about before she kissed me, very suddenly. "Tell her we won't make it to the camping trip," She continued, "and spend the night with me. I'll make you dinner." "I can do that," I looked into her pretty eyes and involuntary smiled. I ended up staying for three days, and I never got around to calling Sarah or any of our friends. The Breakup Box Mike sat down at the bottom of the steps to finish tying his shoes. He looked at his watch. It was nearly one o'clock in the afternoon. His ex-girlfriend, Sarah, was supposed to have stopped by nearly two hours earlier to pick up her things at his house. As of now she hadn't been there and he was tired of waiting. If she came by while he was out running – too bad – she'd have to stop back later. This was the second time she'd done this and he wasn't in the mood to cut her any breaks. Mike pulled on a gray t-shirt just as someone knocked at the front door. Mike sighed and felt irritated that Sarah finally felt like coming over nearly two hours late. He was ready to fight about this one. "It's about fucking time," Mike said as he pulled open the door. The startled girl standing at the front door wasn't Sarah. "I'm sorry I can come back later. Sarah asked me to come over." The girl held up a brown cardboard box. "This is her breakup box." "Lauren, I was expecting Sarah; she said she'd be here two hours ago." "She called me and asked me to come over and pick some things up. She sounded like she'd been crying pretty hard." "Come in." Mike held the screen door open for Sarah's friend, Lauren. His anger had subsided considerably since he wasn't going to have to deal with Sarah today. "So, where's her stuff? I don't want to keep you too long. It looks like you were on your way out." "Her stuff is upstairs in my room. Actually I was just going out for a run." "Ooh, a runner. Sarah never told me you ran." "I'm sure she hasn't been saying anything nice about me lately. Has she?" "Well, not really," Lauren said. "It's upstairs." Mike nodded his head toward the stairs. Mike took Lauren to his room where all of Sarah's things were piled on his bed. "Is all this crap hers? I don't think it'll all fit in her breakup box." Lauren asked. Her eyes were wide with surprise and a hint of disgust. "It looks like she was practically living here." "Yeah, she had a lot of junk here." Even Mike was shocked at how much space her stuff took up on his bed. There were several books, a few months' worth of magazines, a few CDs, a pair of shoes, some tops, a couple of skirts, a stuffed animal and several pairs of panties. Mike sat at the head of the bed while Lauren began to carefully pack the items in the box. He wondered if all of Sara's stuff would fit in there. After a few minutes of silence while Lauren was packing things into the box she started to giggle. Mike looked up at her. "What's so funny?" "Are these really hers?" Lauren held up two pair of panties in her hands, one was a light pink while the other was dark blue. "These look like old lady bloomers." Mike chuckled. "She said they were comfortable and that's why she wore them. She had a few pairs that she said were sexy but I rarely got to see those." "Yuck, I wouldn't be caught dead in these things." Lauren tossed them into the box with Sarah's other clothes. "Okay, that's done with … oh; Sarah said to make sure she got back that one DVD." "That's downstairs. We can get that when you leave." "That wasn't too bad, I guess." Lauren put the stuffed box onto the floor along with her purse and sat down on the bed. She fanned her face with her hand and pushed a few loose strands of her long red hair behind her ear. "So you wouldn't get caught dead in those bloomers?" Mike said. Lauren looked at him and smiled. She uncrossed and re-crossed her legs. "No. No I wouldn't." "I bet. So what do you have hiding under there?" He motioned towards Lauren's sundress. "Nothing you'd be interested in," she replied coyly. "Why don't you try me?" Lauren smoothed the front of her light green sundress across her lap. "I think Sarah would really mind if I did that. Don't you think she'd get mad?" "She's not my girlfriend anymore, now is she?" "I guess not. They're nothing too exciting." Lauren fidgeted with the hem of her dress and pulled the material up enough so Mike could see the matching green of her panties. "Don't be so modest. I like that green on you. Stand up and turn around for me." "I can't do that. You've seen enough already," Lauren said. "Maybe this will help to change your mind." Before Lauren could protest Mike slid to the edge of the bed and took her face in his hands. Without another word he leaned in and kissed Lauren passionately on the lips. After a few seconds Lauren pulled back from him looking stunned. "What was that for?" Lauren said. "I've wanted to do that ever since Sarah introduced us." He leaned in and kissed her again. This time there was no hesitation or resistance from Lauren. She ran her fingers through Mike's thick dark hair, trying to pull him in even closer to her. Lauren and Mike's tongues glided and slid over each other's as their kiss grew deeper. After a long few moments Lauren broke the kiss, breathing deeply she fanned her self. "We can't do this. I mean at least not right now. Sarah would be so angry if she found out," Lauren said. "Forget Sarah already; I know I have. Anyhow she's the one that broke it off with me." Mike kissed Lauren again. Lauren tilted her head back revealing the milky white skin of her neck for him to kiss. Mike slid his arm around Lauren's waist to pull her closer. She clung to Mike's broad muscled shoulders as his lips and tongue found the sensitive part of her neck, the one that sent shivers throughout her body, the spot just below her ear. Lauren let go of a short breathy moan. Lauren looked Mike in the eyes as if trying to search out his true intentions. "Sarah can never find out." "Don't worry about it, Lauren," Mike said. "You know, I never thought Sarah truly appreciated you." Mike leaned back in to kiss Lauren. He slid his hand back onto her hip. "But, I know I'll appreciate you," Lauren whispered. While they continued their kiss Lauren found Mike's hand and moved it from her hip onto her inner leg. Lauren moved in closer until her legs were draped over his and their bodies were pressed together. He didn't need an invitation for what to do next. He slid his hand along Lauren's smooth inner thigh. Her creamy soft skin felt good to his touch. Lauren's breath caught for a brief second and Mike could feel her smile as his fingers brushed the fabric of her green panties. He could feel Lauren's warmth emanating from her and he could feel some slight dampness on his fingers. His fingers ran lightly over Lauren's pussy lips through her panties, massaging and rubbing her lips while they continued to kiss. Mike slipped one then two fingers inside her panties. He felt a small patch of soft pubic hair before his fingers encountered Lauren's slickness. "You feel fantastic," he whispered into her ear. Lauren grabbed onto Mike tighter. "To tell you the truth I was getting wet while I was driving over here." "I'm glad I hadn't left for that run. I'm even gladder you showed up rather than Sarah." "Me too," Lauren moaned. Mike moved the fabric further to the side with his hand. His fingers were slick with her juices. Slowly, as if testing the waters and Lauren's reaction, Mike slid one finger inside her. Lauren let out a low moan and nipped at Mike's bottom lip. He took that as a good sign and easily slipped a second finger into her. Lauren's vagina felt warm and tight around his fingers. Mike stretched his fingers out along the top of her pussy until they brushed the bundle of nerve endings that formed her G-spot. Lauren gasped and looked at Mike with a startled expression. Mike started to massage that spot with small circular motions. Lauren's face flushed as she started to grind her pussy onto his hand, urging him into her deeper. Mike began to move his two fingers in and out of her pussy faster. This urged her on more as her breathing grew quicker. Before too long she was practically panting as he fucked her pussy with his fingers and she met every thrust of his hand with her hips. Lauren grabbed his hand and held it in place. Mike felt Lauren's pussy contract and release several times as his fingers were flooded in a new sensation of warmth and wetness. Lauren released his hand and collapsed backwards onto his bed. "Holy shit," Lauren said. Mike guided his come-soaked fingers to Lauren's mouth where she greedily sucked them in, cleaning them off. She looked Mike in the eyes as she pretended to give head to his hand. Mike laid down next to Lauren. "That was unbelievable," he said. Lauren turned her body to kiss Mike when she felt his hard on press into her hip. She reached down and squeezed it through his jogging shorts; its length and girth filled up her petite hand. "I think somebody needs a little attention of their own," she said. Lauren sat up on the bed on her knees. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her sundress and pulled it up. Mike looked on appreciatively as the smooth firm skin of her hips and thighs gave way to his gaze and then her flat stomach came into view followed by the firm tear-shaped orbs of her breasts, which were capped by upturned rosy pink nipples. Her skin was beautiful creamy white, firm and smooth. Lauren tossed her dress into a pile on the floor. Mike lifted himself up onto one elbow to get a closer look at Lauren's green panties. His eyes followed the strap from the front over hip and around to her backside where he saw the material disappear into the cleft of her buttocks. With his free hand he gave Lauren's rump a firm pat. Lauren giggled. "Sarah never wore anything like that, that's for sure." "Well I'm not Sarah, am I?" Lauren said. "No you aren't," Mike laughed. Lauren started to slowly push Mike's t-shirt up his stomach, "Let's see what we can do about getting you out of this." Mike sat up enough to finish pulling his shirt up over his head. He looked at Lauren to gauge her response. Her eyes roamed slowly over his torso as she admired the taut and toned musculature of his arms and chest and the rock hard abs proudly on display in front of her. Lauren gently bit her bottom lip not believing the sight in front of her. "Wow, I mean wow, look at you. Sarah must be blind or crazy to give this up." Lauren leaned over Mike and ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. An electric tingle of excitement pulsed through Lauren's body as she caressed his tight abs. Lauren straddled Mike's hips and began to kiss his chest, stopping briefly at each of his nipples to draw them into her mouth. She playfully bit down on Mike's hard nipples drawing a tiny wince of pain from him. "You enjoying yourself?" Mike looked into Lauren's blue eyes and smiled. "Not yet, I'm not." Lauren bit her bottom lip again and gave Mike this quick little wicked wink. She ground her pussy against his throbbing cock to make sure he caught her meaning. Lauren slid down Mike's legs and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. She gave them a hard yank past his waist and down over his hips. His cock sprang free of the confines of his shorts, fully erect and glistening with drops of pre-come. Lauren took in a deep breath as she gasped and covered her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise. "Sarah wasn't kidding. She's crazy for breaking up with you." Lauren leaned in towards Mike to get a closer view of his tool now proudly on display. Mike was particularly pleased with how thick and powerful his tool looked. "If I had a boyfriend with a prick this big I'd never let you out of my sight." "So Sarah told you I had a big dick?" Mike had no idea Sarah had bragged to any of her friends about the size of his prick. Knowing this made him feel proud. "Oh, yeah, she did." Lauren sat there for a few seconds staring at Mike's massive prick before her. "Go ahead," Mike said. "It won't bite." "I didn't think it would," Lauren said. Lauren reached out and gently took his shaft in her hand and started to lightly stroke it. Mike let out a low groan as her hand enveloped his cock, her hand twisted around his shaft in a way Sarah had never tried. Lauren leaned her head closer to Mike. Her tongue flicked out from between her lips and licked the underside of his head, hitting the sensitive spot and sending ripples of pleasure through Mike's body. Lauren licked her lips and licked the underside of his prick with a slow broad flat stroke. Mike closed his eyes and let out another low groan. He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming all of this. He looked down as Lauren slurped the tip of his penis and most of the shaft into her warm mouth. Immediately is cock grew slick and warm from her spit as her head bobbed up and down. Lauren moved closer to Mike. Her warm tight body pressed comfortably against his leg. With each of her movements her firm breasts pressed into him, their soft flesh was a nice contrast to the hard nubs of her nipples that also pressed into his skin. Lauren vigorously sucked his cock, slurping it into her mouth and throat as far as it would go, pressing it further until she started to gag, gobs of spit poured from her mouth coating his prick. Lauren would take his prick from her mouth and rub his slick shaft along her cheeks and chin coating her face in her own saliva. "That's fucking awesome," Mike groaned. Lauren took his cock back in her hand and jerked him off, her hands glistening with the pre-come bubbling from his prick. "You like that don't you?" Mike grabbed his cock and pushed Lauren's head down towards it. As her face got closer he smacked his prick off her cheek and lips a few times. Lauren briefly recoiled, but she had a big nasty grin on her face. "You nasty boy." "Keep sucking it," Mike commanded. Lauren returned to sucking it with gusto. After a little while she looked up from Mike's prick with that look in her eyes again. "Fuck me," Lauren said. "What did you say?" Mike asked. "I want you to fuck me." Mike got up on his knees, holding his cock in his hand. He stroked it a few times as Lauren lay there on her back. "Let's get you out of these panties." Mike grabbed the waistband of her green panties and pulled them down her hips over her thighs and finally removed them. He admired the way her pussy, with all its wetness, glistened in the afternoon sun of the room. Mike couldn't resist. He dropped his head between Lauren's splayed legs and began lapping eagerly at the pink rose petals of her pussy with his nose buried in Lauren's neat triangle of pubic hair. He spread her lips with his tongue and dipped his tongue into her hole. Lauren began to writhe around on the bed as he lashed at her clit with rapid strokes from his tongue. "Shit, that feels good," Lauren moaned. Lauren grabbed a handful of Mike's hair and pulled him tighter into her snatch. Mike for one didn't mind, he had wondered for quite sometime what sort of fuck Sarah's best friend would be? Soon he'd find out. Lauren continuously wriggled and moaned under Mike's probing tongue and lips. His tongue easily found her hole each time. Mike reached around and grabbed a hold of her ass, pulling her pussy closer to his face. He relished the sweet slickness of her lips. Lauren loved nothing better than to have her pussy eaten but by this time she was ready to move past the foreplay. He seemed to have read her mind at the same time; after all she was the one that told him to fuck her first. He got up from between Lauren's legs and knelt before her with his throbbing cock in his hand. Mike grabbed Lauren's hips and yanked her closer to him. She let out a loud squeal of excitement. He grabbed her thighs and pushed her legs further apart. Lauren raised her hips and moaned in anticipation as Mike stroked his cock, pre-come glistening on its head. Mike aimed his cock at Lauren's hole ready to slide his cock into her. "Wait; I have a better idea," Lauren said. A coy smile played across her face. Lauren rolled onto her stomach. Slowly and seductively Lauren raised herself up onto her knees, pushing her ass and awaiting pussy closer and closer to Mike's throbbing prick. Lauren was gushing with wetness by now and she could practically feel the heat coming from Mike's body. Lauren was flush with anticipation, every inch of her flesh begged to be impaled on Mike's shaft. Mike was now positioned above her, their bodies mere inches apart. With a thrust of his hips Mike's cock entered Lauren. "Ohh," Lauren gasped. Her eyes fluttered as his length and girth stretched and filled her completely. Mike grunted like an animal when her pussy gripped the length of his prick. He drove his cock into Lauren in rapid succession with fast rhythmic movements. The room filled with the sounds of their body's slapping together. Lauren clung to the sheets as Mike slammed into her, her ears filled with their moans. Mike seemed to know instinctively how Lauren liked it. He grabbed ahold of her hips, gripping her around her waist to pull her into each of his hard thrusts. Lauren's hard pink nipples brushed against the sheets with each of his thrusts sending tiny electric jolts of pleasure through her body. She could feel a light sheen of sweat developing on her body and she wondered if Mike looked the same. Mike could feel his orgasm building in his testicles. It was a sweet feeling that was urging him to go faster and faster. At that moment he would've liked nothing better than to slam his prick into Lauren and unleash a thick torrent of come, but he also wanted to hold back and savor this experience. Mike let his prick slide from Lauren's pussy. He needed a breather for a few seconds or this whole experience would be over quicker than either one of them wanted. Before he knew what happened Lauren spun around on the bed and was facing him. "On your back, big boy," Lauren said. She flashed her eyebrows at him and gave his chest a gentle push. Mike laid back on the bed. In a flash Lauren was on top of him with her hands pinning his above his head. Mike loved the way her naked weight felt against his body at that moment. Lauren's hair fell around her face and head as she leaned in and kissed him hard. Her tongue mingled with Mike's switching places in each other's mouths. Mike didn't try to struggle against Lauren's sweet restraint. As they were kissing Lauren began to slide her body down his torso. Her legs were entwined with his. "Mmm," Lauren laughed. "That's what I was waiting for," Lauren said as her opening bumped into the tip of Mike's cock. Lauren sat up across Mike's torso and reached behind her legs until she had the shaft of Mike's prick firmly in her hand. Lauren closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure as his cock sank easily back into her. Mike stroked her smooth upper thighs as Lauren sat there with his dick buried into her up to the hilt. "I bet Sarah didn't do this for you, did she?" Lauren said. Lauren began to gyrate her hips back and forth in a tight circular motion. Mike closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. It was all he could do to hang on and not lose his load right then and there. "You seem to be enjoying this quite nicely," Lauren said. She put her hands on Mike's chest and increased her motions. He loved the way his cock felt moving around in the tight confines of her pussy as its walls gripped and released his shaft. "Sarah never did anything this nice," Mike said after regaining his breath. Mike pulled Lauren closer towards him. Her breasts hung over his face shaking and moving in time to Lauren's movements. Mike guided his mouth to one of her nipples and drew it into his mouth. His tongue lashed at the hard nub and he could feel it expand even a little more in his mouth. Lauren's body writhed and undulated faster a top Mike. Her moans were coming faster and faster and there seemed to be urgency behind them. Lauren wrapped her fingers into Mike's thick dark hair and tugged on it. The Breakup Box The feeling of Lauren's breath on his neck sent Mike closer to the edge. With one final loud moan he felt her body tighten up and then relax. He felt a rush of warmth and wetness come from her pussy as the waves of her orgasm swept her body. Mike looked into Lauren's green eyes as her eyelids fluttered. Mike concentrated on his easily coming orgasm. Lauren continued to circle her hips urging him on to his own finish. Mike's hips jerked suddenly as his cock throbbed in Lauren's pussy. The next throb of his cock unleashed a thick strand of come into Lauren's pussy. His prick continued to pulsate, dumping more and more hot jizz into her. Lauren collapsed onto Mike, her hard nipples poking his chest. Their limbs were tangled together in a sweat slicked knot. "That was so much fun," Lauren whispered into Mike's ear. She leaned down and kissed a tiny spot on his shoulder. "I bet you didn't think this would happen when Sarah asked you to pick up her stuff." Lauren looked at Mike with what seemed to be a contemplative look. "I don't know what I thought would happen when I came over here." "Well, whatever you thought would happen I'm just glad this happened." "Me too," Lauren said. Mike leaned over and kissed Lauren. It was only a quick kiss but they both felt that little spark. "Can I open a window? It's really hot in here." "Sure," Mike said. Lauren got off the bed and walked to the window naked. Mike admired her firm supple figure from across the room and the casual ease of her nudity. He contrasted this in his mind to Sarah, who wouldn't have been caught out of the bed naked or enjoying the afterglow of a session without at least a cover pulled up over her. Lauren turned around and looked at him. "What?" she said. "Nothing. Come back," he said. Lauren jumped back into the bed and landing a big kiss on Mike as she did so. Both of them could feel a cool breeze from the window that felt good against their sweaty skin. Lauren's body was pressed against Mike's with her arm draped over his chest. Mike was almost asleep when a faint noise caught his attention. "What's that noise?" Mike said. Lauren listened for a second. "Shit, that's my cell phone," she said as she jumped off the bed and ran to her purse sitting by the box full of Sarah's junk. She fumbled through the purse until she pulled her cell phone out and flipped it open. "Hello," Lauren said. She mouthed to Mike that it was Sarah calling her. "Sarah, I'm just getting the stuff right now. I know, I know, but my mom made me run some errands first." Even from across the room Mike could hear Sarah chattering on and on. Lauren rolled her eyes as she listened without getting a word in edgewise. "Yes, Sarah, Mike seems really broken up about it." Lauren stifled a laugh but let the grin play across her mouth. Mike got off the bed and walked across the room and stood behind Lauren. He wrapped his arms quietly around her waist and pulled her in close to him. He leaned in and kissed her neck. Lauren reached behind and grabbed his head pulling it in closer to her neck so she could better feel his lips on her soft skin. "Sarah, I know. I went over the list twice. All I have to do is get that DVD and that'll be it. Yes, all the magazines are here too." Mike dropped his hands down to Lauren's round ass and squeezed it. He moved his mouth and tongue over Lauren's shoulders and down her back stopping every inch or two to plant a gentle kiss. Mike could see Lauren was enjoying this little bit of attention as a flush rose up on her cheeks. "No, Sarah. I won't spend any longer here than I have to. Listen I have to go. I'll talk to you later, bye," Lauren said. At that Mike stood up and took the phone from Lauren's hand and snapped it close. He sat the phone down on his dresser. "That was painful," Lauren said. "Now you know what I went through." Lauren started to laugh but before she could Mike grabbed her face and kissed her. This time, unlike the first time, there was no hesitation or holding back. Lauren immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him even closer. Mike's cock sprang back to life brushing against Lauren's stomach. She reached down and began to slowly stroke it. Mike wrapped his muscular arms around Lauren and lifted her up off of the ground. She jumped a little and wrapped her legs around his hips as he carried her back to the bed. Lauren reached down between Mike's legs and guided his swollen cock back into her warm wet confines. This time there'd be no need for foreplay. On the dresser the phone began to ring again. "That's gotta be Sarah," Lauren said. "Who's Sarah?"