3 comments/ 14906 views/ 3 favorites The Exchange Ch. 01 By: oh_hey_there Note: All characters are 18 or over. Chapter 2 coming very soon. Thanks for reading :) * "Yes, I have my passport." I reassured my mum for about the thousandth time as she kissed me on the head wishing me luck and telling me to have a good time. I was relieved to walk through the sliding doors into the terminal at Heathrow to the sight of all my friends. Our flight was leaving in three hours: plenty of time to go round the shops with them and generally have fun. We were going to Spain, on a Spanish exchange with our school. "Ah, Rob, could I have a word?" came the voice of my Spanish teacher just as I was wondering what my guy would be like. Well, I hoped he had FIFA for a start... I hurriedly waved goodbye to my mother before jogging over to Miss Davies, who was flicking through a folder. "Now Rob, I'm afraid Carlos, who you were going to be staying with, has had to pull out of the exchange at the last minute." "Oh, that's a shame" I said politely, whilst in actual fact I was quite looking forward to staying with one of my friends' exchanges. "So, I suppose I'll have to stay with Mark then?" I said hopefully. "No, I'm afraid that house is full, but luckily we've managed to secure someone at the last minute. Her name is Lilliana, and she's kindly agreed to let you stay with her family for the tour." She said, handing me a piece of paper with her name, phone number, address and picture on. "That's alright, I assume?" she said, smiling up at me, as if there were nothing wrong with sharing a house with a Spanish girl I had never met before and giving me a look that made it clear that it was a hypothetical question. "Err... yeah, um... of course." I replied, flustered. "Brilliant. I'm sure you two will get on fine." I looked down at her picture and had to admit she was kind of hot. She had piercing green eyes and long flowing blonde hair and there was really no other way of describing her than beautiful It's not like I don't look good myself: I guess I could be called hot. I'm not cocky like the guys who think they're God's gift to women, but I do get quite a bit of attention from the ladies. I go to the gym a lot so I have a six pack and am very muscly. I have short brown hair and blue eyes and most girls say I'm cute. I'm 18 and I go to an ordinary school, and have a pretty ordinary life. Well, at least I did until I met Lilliana. I shoved the paper into my pocket and went to join with my friends. The Exchange Hello kiddos. This is my very first submission on literotica, though I've been a long time reader. I hope you enjoy my story; it is a long one, but I promise it gets really good later on! Also, it is based on a series of real experiences. Enjoy! ***** Chapter 1 Everything began when I met a foreign exchange student during the spring semester of my final year of my masters. She and I didn't really talk a lot at first, or see each other outside of class. We were always friendly; chatting between classes whenever we'd run into each other. We talked about where she was from, which turned out to be Estonia of all places, what we planned for after our studies; the usual b-s. But nothing had ever crossed my mind with this girl. Sure, she was pretty. About average height for a woman, short blond hair, sexy lips, strong but soft facial features, and amazingly shaped legs - I was to find out later on that that was a common feature of the women from North-Eastern Europe - and not to mention the fact that she always kept these legs on display beneath skin-tight black leggings under a short skirt. Now, normally I wouldn't have experienced anything with her apart from these usual pleasantries. I had a girlfriend during this time, and I didn't look into interactions with other girls as anything that would proceed further than a flirtatious smile. But then, the party happened. I'm not antisocial or shy by most standards, but as I was pushing 30 the party scene really was starting to lose its attraction. I had skipped out on a lot of the social gatherings during this school year, but a lot of my classmates managed to talk me into going to this one. It wasn't a special occasion..as if one needs an occasion to go out and drink. And I really didn't know who all was going to show up. I went home shortly after class, feeling a bit tired after the relatively long day, and relaxed a bit. I really wasn't up for going out; these parties tended to go on until 5 or 6 in the morning, and more often than not I was ready to call it quits after midnight. I don't go to bed until much later than that usually, but wandering around with a drunk crowd is fun about the first few times. I shook my head..maybe I was getting old already. I decided to freshen up for the night and jumped in the shower. I turned up the hot water and sighed as I felt the steam rush up to my face. I let the water flow over my shoulders and down my back and chest and closed my eyes, and my hand began to wander.. It had been about two weeks since I saw my girlfriend; we had to live at long distance since I'd started my masters, and right now the image of her in my mind made me want her under the hot water with me. She wasn't gorgeous by most standards, and might not turn any heads when we went out, but she was pretty. And her long thin body was plenty for me! At least when I could have it. Usually we are a very good long-distance couple, having had to do this sort of thing off and on since we started dating a few years before. But some days..well, some days were harder than others. I felt myself getting hard as I thought about my girlfriend's naked form..from her light blue eyes staring back at me reflecting my lust, to her long flowing brown hair, her smooth shoulders, her ample chest, along her flat belly, and those amazing legs which go on forever... I heard my phone ring in the other room through the cracked bathroom door and sighed. I opened my eyes and noticed that I was absently sliding my hand up and down my now hardened length. I guess I'd been in there long enough, though I had no way to tell for sure. I decided to just finish the shower. After getting out and mostly dry I went to check to see if whoever called left a message, and I saw a text from my buddy telling me the time for the party; I only had about a half hour to get ready and head across town to the flat. I tossed my phone on my bed and started to look for some clean clothes. I threw on a nicer pair of grey jeans and a dark maroon t-shirt, grabbed my shoes and went to my mirror to look myself over and comb back my hair. A little about myself, I'm about 6'2" with dark brown hair with lighter streaks, and deep green eyes. I suppose I have an average build; broader shoulders, but not overly muscular. I've been told I'm pretty good looking, and have definitely met some eyes checking me out when I've been out with friends, but I don't think any woman has ever swooned over me. I'm a pretty laid back person by nature, but I work hard in my goals and my passions. Along with my chosen major I enjoy amateur photography, and try to shoot photos as I experience new things in life. One last time I looked myself over and brushed my fingers through my hair. Satisfied I grabbed my jacket and left for whatever that night would bring. The party flat was a pretty nice place. It wasn't a mansion or anything, but it was a larger apartment in a nice older building on an upper floor that overlooked the riverfront district; a great place in this town, especially for a college student. As I came in through the main entrance I found the place already alive with many people from class and the usual thump of bass-heavy electronic music. Some people seemed to have already had a few drinks and greeted me with rosy smiles and slightly too-loud and too-excited words of welcome. It put a smile on my face though, and already I was starting to feel a little better about coming out. Within moments I had a beer of my own and was shooting the shit with whoever I happened across. The dancing in the center of the main living room was starting to get a bit wild, so I decided to go out on the balcony to get some air and have a smoke (yeah, I understand the contradiction there, but I still think a cigarette on a nice evening is better than a crowded sweaty room). There were fewer people out here, and I looked out over the city and the river below. I felt really relaxed, and was once again glad that I'd let my friends prod me into leaving my room for the night. I took a cigarette from my pack and lit it, taking in a drag and slowly exhaling. I noticed someone out of the corner of my eye, and saw my Estonian classmate standing in the corner. She was watching me with a subtle smile and a sort of bored look in her eyes, holding her own cigarette and blowing thin trails of smoke through her nostrils. Now, I don't know if I consider it a fetish, but a woman with a cigarette is just sexy. And the way she was standing there watching me was making things stir in my now tighter-than-comfortable jeans. "I didn't know you were a smoker." She said in her Nordic accent. I hadn't been around actual people from different parts of the world much; most of the accents I heard were from TV or movies. But when you get to be around a genuine sexy accent..there's nothing quite like it. I smiled and walked over to her. "Just not as often as some people here." I replied. I don't smoke often, and while most of my classmates can be found around outside the doors on campus, I usually don't smoke unless I'm out socially. Her body language was slightly different than at school, maybe a bit more loose or flirtatious, or maybe the atmosphere and the alcohol was influencing my perception..or the frustration of not being able to get that bit of manual relief before I came here. Whatever it was, there seemed to be a spark between us that I never noticed before. "I'm surprised to see you here tonight," she continued. "I don't think I've seen you at any other party this year." I took another drag from my cigarette and smiled, "yeah, I usually don't get into this but it's good to get out at least once during the semester." She nodded. "I agree completely. Normally this isn't my thing either." Just then there was a particularly loud noise from inside. Some people were shouting and laughing obnoxiously; apparently things were starting to get more energetic. She scoffed at the people on the floor, but smiled. We moved a bit away from the open patio and continued talking. It seemed more like our usual conversations at school, but much more enjoyable in this setting. Also it seemed like our conversation topics became more interesting..and, unless my mind was messing with me, much more risqué. I asked if she wanted another drink, and got us another beer. There were coolers all over the flat, some of which hadn't been completely raided, and I managed to find a couple of bottles floating in the ice water. I returned and we sat down against the railing of the balcony and looked up at the now-darkened sky. The stars were coming out, all that can be seen in the city, and the almost-full moon was peeking out from behind some thin clouds. It was perfect out for this time of year, the colder air of late fall hadn't stripped the trees yet, and it was warm enough to not need a coat. And the breeze was so fresh and crisp. I took a long drink from my bottle, and turned to see my friend with her bottle completely upturned. She gulped it down impressively fast and soon set the empty bottle aside, looking over at me with a challenging smirk. I shook my head. I wasn't even close to feeling a buzz, and I felt plenty thirsty. I quickly finished my bottle as well and set it next to hers. She suddenly got up and ran into the house saying she'd be right back. I smiled and turned back to face the view. I took a deep breath and exhaled, enjoying the moment. It really was turning out to be a nice night, even though technically I'd really only spent my time with one person so far. I thought about my girlfriend and felt a pang of loneliness. Maybe that was partly the reason I didn't go out as much as I should. I always missed her when I was out, especially when I saw other couples..or at least other people enjoying each other. A hand on my shoulder shook me from my thoughts as my friend sat back down next to me and handed me another beer. "Cheers." She said, and we clinked our bottles. She turned the bottle up again but didn't drink so quickly, and I did the same - just taking a gulp. I reached in my pocket for another cigarette and lit it. "Mmm, good idea. I need one too." She said. I looked over at her about to offer one of mine, then stopped as she pulled up her short skirt. I could only stare as she reached the top of her leggings, showing off a bit of flesh between her upper thighs, and to my widening eyes, a hint of dark panties. I only caught a slight glimpse of them, but I couldn't believe she'd just flashed me like that. Even though we'd both had a couple of drinks, she was always so quiet-seeming and even shy at school. She pulled a slim cigarette case from the band of her legging and pushed her skirt back down. She coolly took out a smoke and put it to her red lips. "Do you need a light?" I asked. With my cigarette in my mouth she pulled me close to her face, touching my glowing cherry to the end of her cigarette. She watched the tip as she lit it properly, then looked up at me with a sultry expression. Once again I shivered, feeling something stir awake between my legs. I stared back, probably stupidly if I could have seen myself. We hung like that for just a moment, but it seemed like a few minutes..then we finally pulled back and she exhaled a puff of smoke. I had to take another drink of beer; my mouth suddenly having gone dry. We looked at each other, almost daringly, until we sort of smiled together and laughed. She grabbed her beer and took another drink, and I took another drag and played with the smoke. The rest of the evening went on pretty much the same, the both of us keeping the conversation alive and definitely keeping the flirting going. It seemed strange to me, especially looking back at it. I've never cheated on a girlfriend, and had never really flirted openly like this before with anyone. But my friend knew I was taken, and I didn't see any harm in it as long as we didn't cross any lines. That, however, was going to prove a bit more difficult to guard against than I thought. We never got drunk that night, not even close - in fact we had maybe only three or four more beers over the course of the night - but we were feeling good. And since we were becoming more familiar, more and more I noticed little things like us touching. It all seemed very innocent, and at first I don't even think I noticed it, but she would just lightly put her hand on mine or my arm while we talked, and that she would start to sit or stand closer to me. I had even put my hand on her waist as we walked back between the dance floor and the balcony during the evening, my hand dropping a bit lower than was proper more than once. Earlier the balcony had become quite crowded as well, and we were pushed up pretty close together. It didn't help feeling her body against me like that, and I'm pretty sure I felt her hand on my leg. I tried so hard not to let my bulge become too obvious between us, but judging from a look she gave me I don't think I succeeded. But again, neither of us were intending on anything happening. And I certainly was in a state of mind to make sure nothing would happen. I was just in a really good mood, talking to a beautiful exotic woman with a bit of pent up sexual tension..what could happen? Finally the night was starting to wind down. Some people had passed out on the living room couch and anywhere else there was furniture or a space to lay down. A few couples were making out in various corners, and there was strong evidence of the collective intake of alcohol all over the flat. We were careful not to knock down too many bottles or step on too many cans and cups as we made our way to the kitchen. Someone had gotten very drunk, and had apparently become very hungry as there was a various mix of unidentifiable edibles strewn across the counter and floor..I did not envy our host come morning. We sort of organized and cleaned up most of the solids, but after tossing out our own last empty bottles, we decided to get out of there. I had seen a few of my friends disappear with some girls earlier, and I hadn't seen our hostess in a long while. Most of the people left awake I didn't know or know very well, so I decided to head back home. I checked my phone and saw that it was already after 5 in the morning anyway. "Are you crashing here tonight?" I asked. "No, I'm staying not far from here so I'll walk home." My friend replied. "Where are you staying?" "At the Kauffman housing, not too far from campus." I kind of smiled to myself. If fate wasn't tempting me, I don't know what this was. "That's right on the way to my place," I said. "If you want we could walk together and make sure you get back alright." She smiled that seductive smile again, looking up at me. "Sounds like a good plan." She said. I checked once more to see if there was anyone to say goodnight to, but everyone was either busy or sleeping, so we left. Outside it was bit cooler; that dark cold part of the evening before the sun rises. I had my jacket but my friend hadn't worn anything over her outfit. I was a bit surprised but didn't say anything when she suddenly wrapped her arm around me and held me closer as we walked. Almost as a reflex I put my hand back around her waist. I sort of shivered again; having her close like this felt good. I should've just offered her my jacket and put some distance between us, but I just didn't think into to it. I was just feeling good. At this point my head wasn't particularly clear. As I said we didn't drink too much; I was still a little happy from the beer, but it was also 5 AM. I figured after tonight, everything would go back to normal with us at school anyway. We chatted some more during our walk, which was actually surprising considering how much we'd already talked that night. We just strolled along like that, probably looking like young lovers to anyone passing by. We ended up taking a detour through a park nearby. I always loved walking around at night, and, really, neither of us was in a hurry to get back. The park was quiet and dark, but not really creepy like some parks and wooded places can be at night. It was just nice. As we walked under the trees, I looked up to see the moon still in the sky, the clouds had disappeared but now the branches partially obscured its bright glow. I took a deep breath and smiled to myself again. Then something caught my breath..I felt a hand sliding over my stomach and down to the front of my jeans. She stopped before grabbing me through my pants, but none the less my cock stirred against this sudden sensation. I looked down to see her just looking ahead like nothing was happening. I would have let it go, but then she kept moving her hand over me. My heart started to beat harder in my chest..this was definitely a line being crossed. I shivered again, and took a sharp breath. I closed my eyes, and then suddenly felt her hands under my shirt. I opened my eyes and stopped her hand from going further. "Hey, uh.." I started. I looked down at her and couldn't help but mirror her little grin. "You know what you're doing." She just kept looking up at me. She stared into my eyes with an expression I didn't understand until much later. Then, quite suddenly..in fact so quickly I didn't even have time to think even though I knew what was happening, our lips were together. I breathed in her scent and tasted her lips..it was incredible. I opened my mouth with hers and she pulled my tongue inside. We played like this, until my mind reeled. I pulled away from the kiss, dizzy, shocked... I thought of my girlfriend just as we pulled back into another deep kiss. We pulled each other hard, almost brazenly in the middle of this dark park as if we were ready to tear off each other's clothes. God, this girl kissed amazing, tasted amazing. I knew in my mind that I wouldn't, couldn't let this go any further. But I couldn't stop kissing her. Our hands moved over each other, and we kissed like we were making love with our lips..it was like we knew each other intimately for years. To this day I'm still amazed at how that felt. At last we pulled apart again, and all we could do is look up and smile. She looked kind of shy right then, almost saying 'sorry' with her eyes. But we weren't sorry, and we both knew we wanted that to happen all damn night. So we just put our arms around each other and kept walking. Now, this could have been the end of it, but at this point I don't think I was thinking much about anything. My mind was telling me to drop her off and go home. What my mouth said was something a little different. "So, are you allowed to have company late at night at this place?" I asked as we approached the student housing building. She turned to me and smiled. "I don't think we are. They have a lot of rules at this place." Whew. Inwardly I had two immediately conflicting emotions; relief that nothing else could happen for sure, and the most aggravating frustration I've ever felt! Then, smiling and biting her lower lip, she pulled on my arm saying, "well, let's go in." I protested at first, "I thought you said it's not allowed?" "It isn't." She replied, still smiling that devilish smile. Ok, I told myself. I'll just stay for a little while. I know I won't let things go too far... So she led me up to her room, up a few flights of stairs and down a quiet hallway. She quietly opened her door and we went in. The rooms at these places were tiny, barely enough room for two people to walk side by side..which of course made it very cozy for the two of us. After the door closed she immediately grabbed me again and I had her against the door with our tongues wresting together once more...And it went on like that. I lost track of time, but we just kissed like that - heavy and passionate, slow and deep, then back to hot and hard - until I saw light coming in through the window. We were still dressed, though she had removed my jacket, and she was now straddling me in such a way where her skirt was pushed all the way up. My hands at this point had also visited pretty much every place on her body they could reach. I hadn't gone near her panties though, fearing that that sort of play would push things way too far. We had an attraction, that's for sure, and maybe some kind of sexual compatibility. But I had a girlfriend, and as I looked out to the brightening sky, thoughts of my girlfriend became rather sobering. The Exchange I looked at this beautiful sexy girl in my arms, and she looked back at me. From how she looked she must've have known what I was about to say. "I should really go." She looked a little disappointed, but nodded. "You could stay if you want..nothing has to happen." I smiled a little as she said that. "That wouldn't be a good idea." I replied. I looked at her tiny bed. "We would be pressed so close in that bed, we would be all over each other in seconds.." She looked back at me like she would fuck me that instant. And we would if I didn't get out of there. I shook my head. "I should get home." I said finally. And very reluctantly I gently pushed her up off of me. I looked up along her body, wondering about my sanity. But no, I had to leave. It might have been the best sex ever, but I loved my girlfriend and I didn't want to do anything even more stupid than I already had. I got my jacket and we kissed again..god it was almost becoming an addiction. And I left. The whole way home I couldn't believe what happened. I was a little pissed that I hadn't caught myself sooner and had even gotten into that situation, but I didn't go too far. The real bummer was walking home with in achingly hard cock. As soon as I got home I jumped in bed and brought myself to one of the most intense orgasms I'd had in a long long time. Chapter 2 The next week when we saw each other again it was pretty much like normal. She was back to being her normal more quiet self, and she seemed to have lost all that familiarity we had found that night. I was actually kind of disappointed, though I told myself it was all for the better. Better not to tempt fate, right? We weren't completely cold or anything; still friendly and chatting between classes. But there wasn't even a hint of flirtation or acknowledgement in her eyes about what we had done after the party. By contrast it did feel a bit cold. After a few days went by we agreed to meet a bit more outside of class. We just went to grab lunch occasionally, and joined some of the other smokers outside. But through all of it, nothing else came up about our rather hot encounter. So I just decided to let it go. The rest of the semester seemed to fly by. I was kept pretty busy with final projects, and she was getting ready to go back to her home in Estonia. Everyone was getting excited for winter break, and honestly I couldn't wait to be done with this semester. I'd heard everyone talking about an end of semester bash, and I wasn't really sure about whether or not I'd go. Finally the night came, it was just after finals and everyone was really ready to let loose. I was at home, absently looking at random things online and checking emails, when I got a text. It was from my Estonian friend. She was asking where I was. I picked up my phone and texted "At home. You?" A few moments later I got her reply, "At the party. You should come." I read it a couple of times, thinking. I realized my pulse went up a tempo. I typed back, "Sure. Be out in a bit." I looked at my screen...did I really want to go out again? Not really. But, it was the last party of the year, and most of these people I wouldn't see again. I'd made some nice friends over the past months so I thought, why not. And of course, I was excited about seeing her again outside of school. Just then my phone buzzed as I was still holding it with the screen on. She sent, "Great! See you soon" with a winking smiley. The party started at the same flat, and if anything by comparison to the last party, things were even crazier. Granted I did arrive a little late, but people were almost belligerent! I saw many people dancing enthusiastically on the floor, someone was crowd surfing, and a couple of girls had even gone topless. I smiled and shook my head, and almost on queue one of my buddies saw me and shouted, "Hey! Where've you been!" He made his way clumsily through the people in front of him, and threw his arms around me. He reeked of beer, but I returned the amiable man-hug just the same. "Where can I get started?" I asked. "Man, you got a lot of catching up to do," He replied loudly. "Follow me." He led me around another small group of people to the kitchen. It was slightly less disastrous than how it was left last time, but I could see it was well on its way. On the counter there was a long row of various liquor bottles, and my buddy fumbled around looking for glasses. He found two double shot glasses and turned to me smiling. I shook my head and smiled. "Alright, what do we have?" "Man, everything. Take your pick." He waved at the row of bottles. I scanned the labels for anything that looked like a good start, until he suddenly grabbed one, and opened it. "Tequila, huh?" I said. "No fucking around tonight, is there?" He just smiled stupidly and poured the shots. "I've had five of these already," he said, holding up four fingers. He finished pouring our double shot - most of it ended up in the glasses - and he held one up for me. "Any lime, man?" I asked. He shook his head. "No, but we've got soda around here somewhere." Shit. We'll fuck it. After a quick 'cheers' we knocked back the shots. Goddamn cheap tequila. He barely showed any discomfort, but I was coughing. "Where's a damn soda?" I asked, trying to breathe through these gasoline fumes. He laughed at me and went to dig in the fridge. He fished out a 7-Up and I quickly took a drink. After I could take a normal breath, I told him I was done with that stuff. I asked if there was some Jameson. "Nah, man. We had some Jack, but I think that went out a long while ago." "Alright, just give me a beer." Reaching back in the fridge he fished up a Corona and tossed it to me. I cracked open the bottle and took a swig. Suddenly behind me I heard, "So you finally showed up!" I turned to see my Estonian friend standing in the doorway to the kitchen. She looked at me with that smile and unplaceable look in her eyes. And, did she look amazing! The bad tequila was just starting to find its way into my brain, but no matter how sober or otherwise I was, she was looking good! She had a short sheer dress on, all black, with an angled hem. Her legs were covered with her usual skin-tight leggings, only this time they were a charcoal grey. The cloth hugged her body in all the right ways, and, though she didn't seem to do anything special with her hair, it hung perfectly around her face. I had to fight from getting a raging erection just looking at her standing there. She had a mostly empty bottle of beer in her hand, and she motioned for me to follow her. I turned to my friend to say thanks for the shots. "I'll catch you later man." "What, yeah? Oh, right. Hell yeah, bro." He got another big stupid grin and grabbed the bottle of bad tequila. He was going to regret that tomorrow. I followed my Estonian friend through the crowd on the dance floor, and back out to our spot on the balcony. "I need a smoke," she said. She reached into her dress to pull out her cigarette case again, this time a bit more conservatively, and put one between her lips. I looked at those lips and watched as she lit her cigarette and pulled her first drag. She exhaled the cloud of smoke and I realized I wanted to take her right there and then. I shook my head. Can't be thinking like that..it must be the damn tequila. I took a drink from my beer as I watched her. She was looking out over the view. She brought her hand up to take another drag, and as she put it to her lips I took it from her and put it to mine. She shot a look at me in mock anger, smiling. I smiled back at her and took a deeper drag. The tobacco was nice, and I could taste her lips on the filter. I didn't see a logo on the paper, and wondered if she rolled her own. I exhaled, and handed it back to her. She took it, never taking her eyes off mine, and took another puff. She turned then, looking back out over the city. It was kind of strange neither of us saying anything, so I asked, "How did your finals go?" She exhaled another cloud of smoke. "Not bad." She replied. "I think I got all the points I needed to transfer back home." "When do you have to leave?" She looked back at me, then back to the city. "In a few days." I looked away from her for the first time, and out towards nothing in particular. It seemed a little strange, and I was worried that our last time to hang out would be awkward. "About last time.." I started. "No, it's OK." She interrupted. "It was my fault. I'm really sorry about it." I looked over at her, she looked genuinely embarrassed. Her head was lowered and she was looking down at the street below. I looked at her surprised. Here I was feeling bad for having to stop last time. "You don't have anything to apologize for! I was actually going to tell you that I was sorry," She looked over at me. "Sorry for having to stop what we were doing." I finished. A smile flickered on her lips. "I really didn't want to stop. You were amazing. But..I have a girlfriend. I just couldn't." Her face lightened up a little. "Really, you were phenomenal. I was just upset at myself for letting things get that far. Instead of stopping at that point we should've just..." I cut myself off. She was smiling into me again, and I could feel myself getting hard. What was wrong with me? "Anyway, you're an amazing kisser. And it felt amazing with you..I was really surprised by this..connection." I didn't know how much more I should have said at this point. "You felt that too?" She asked. "Yeah. I haven't felt that kind of magnetism towards anyone but my girlfriend since she and I had met." It was weird to admit that out loud. I had barely organized those thoughts privately, and here I was just saying it. I hoped this wasn't encouragement. She kept looking and smiling. "It was just crazy how it felt, that's all. And I'm sorry we got so into it and I had to stop." "I'm not," She replied. I looked at her. "It was what it was. We got to experience that, and it's done. I'm not upset that nothing more happened. If I go home and nothing else happens that's perfectly fine. We shared that moment, and I'll remember that." I smiled back at her. It was a nice way of looking at it, and I was really glad she didn't think I was leading her on. We just shared a mutual connection..a strong and rather sudden one. But it was just that. I still loved my girlfriend, and nothing really happened. It was good to get that out of the way, I thought. "So," she said, changing her tone to something more lighthearted. "My beer is empty, and it looks like yours is almost gone. Time to get another?" I smiled. "Hell yeah." And so we enjoyed the night like this. We chatted like usual, and let ourselves get flirty again. We just had fun and mingled with the others. Another great night that I didn't regret coming out for. After about 1:00 in the morning, people were starting to yell about going to a club. My friend and I were like 'oh, no', but the majority of everyone wanted to go out. After following the drunken crowd into the street, we made our very indiscreet journey into town to one of the local electro clubs that some of my friends frequented. As we hit the cooler night air, I felt the familiar arm around my waist as my friend and I were pushed up against each other. Again, it felt so natural, so I put mine around her and we walked like that towards the club. When we arrived and made it in past the bouncer, the air was thudding with the deep bass of the music. I could feel the beat resonating through my body and through my friend at my side. We sort of swayed our hips, mock-dancing to the music as we went in. As we joined the crowd on the floor I felt her move in front of me, and instinctively I put my hands on her. Her body swayed with my touch, and I moved over her hips and her sides, and over her back, and up to her shoulders. I sort of gave her a massage as we 'danced' and I watched her move and sway with my hands. It was incredibly sexy! After the song finished we decided to go to the bar. The sound was so loud we could barely hear each other talk, so after we got our drinks we went to a darker corner away from the dance floor. It wasn't all that much better, but I did like that we were away from the crowd. We sat in low chairs in a corner lit by black lights and the strobes from the dance floor. We tried to talk some more, but had to lean in really close to hear each other. We kept talking back and forth, turning our heads to put our lips close to each other's ears. On one exchange, we turned at the same time, and our lips just barely brushed. We both sort of tensed but didn't pull back or say anything about it, and kept up with our conversation. Sometimes when we leaned in to talk our hands would find their way on each other's arm or side, and more than once my hand ended up on her cloth-covered leg. It was nice to feel the closeness with her in this dark atmosphere..mixed with the alcohol and the music, it felt sexy and a little dirty..it was really intoxicating. After a while we just sat and watched the dancers and finished our drinks. I'd look over at her every so often and I'd catch her looking over at me. Finally she leaned in and said, "I have to go to the toilet." And showed her empty glass. I leaned close to her ear and replied, "You know where they are here? I should go too." She pulled me up and said we'd go look. We made our way to the back of the club, and saw a potential place where the bathrooms might be down a dark hallway lit by dim red lights. There were a few people hanging around back there, some absently swaying to the beat of the music, some looking very drunk and tired, and some couples at it like they should really find a room. We went further down the hall, and I could see lots of graffiti art on the walls. Some of it reacted to black lights mounted further up towards the ceiling, and it produced a really gritty psychedelic effect. It went well with the rest of this place. Finally we saw the signs for the bathrooms and my friend grabbed my hand and pointed, sort of leading me there. We passed an empty dark alcove on the right and came close to the first door for the women's room, and suddenly the door opened outwards. My friend stopped suddenly and I bumped into her, my arms going around her to steady us. Her butt was right against my cock, and in just that instant it decided to wake up a bit. I can't be sure, but I could swear that I felt her push back against me gently. We let the woman pass, and then she went into the bathroom. I shook my head and went to the men's room to relieve myself. The décor matched the hallway, except it was dirtier. The floor felt sticky, and there was some dried substance along the walls near the urinals. Didn't even want to know. I finished up and tried to coax my still-stiffening member back into my jeans before going back out. I made my way back into the hallway and didn't see my friend, so I decided to wait in the alcove by the ladies room door. There wasn't anyone else immediately nearby, so I figured I'd be easy to spot when she was done. I leaned on the corner wall as I waited, watching the crowd on the dance floor. I could just make out some familiar faces among the sea of faces and flashing lights. This was definitely not my scene, but I could at least understand why people do this. I was enjoying myself. Suddenly I felt hands on my waist. They moved to my front and pulled me slightly back. I smiled and leaned back instinctively. She was apparently finished with the bathroom, and judging by where she was putting her hands, she was much more daring tonight. I should have stopped her then, but I was feeling playful, and above all, in control. I thought, she knows we can't do anything so I'll tease her back! I pressed back against her and reached to tease her sides with my fingers. She sort of squirmed with my teasing but pushed harder against me. Her hands really started to wander, moving down my front ever closer to my growing bulge. I reached between us, intending on tickling her stomach, but instead found bare warm skin. I froze for a moment, not sure where my fingers went, but I felt the top of her legging and realized I accidently grabbed her thigh. What the hell, I thought, she started this, we'll see how she likes it. So I continued to play with her thigh, tickling around and finding the patch of bare skin at the top of the legging again. She moved with my touch, but not suddenly like it was tickling her.. She was swaying her hips, and I realized she was slowly grinding against me. I tried to move my hand back to the cloth, lower down her leg, but she dipped her hips down and I felt more of her soft skin..I really noticed how warm she felt. Her fingers on my front brushed over my bulge, and I knew she had to feel that I was getting hard. I knew I was close to her panties too, but I was surprised at how hot she was..she must have been dripping wet.. I shook my head, trying not to think about it. After all, this was a game and I was going to win. My hands moved back further, and I thought I'd surprise her with something more direct and grabbed her ass. Her head was right by mine, her lips by my ear, and I could feel her breathe out suddenly against me. Her hips rocked harder, and I felt my head begin to swim a little..maybe I hadn't chosen the best move. She felt incredible under my hands. I always admired her shape under that close-fitting material, but I never expected touching her to be so intoxicating... With the alcohol, the late hour, and the thumping of the music, I was starting to lose myself a little in this game of ours.. My hands moved up and down her butt, up to her lower back, and down to her upper thighs. I loved how she felt! And clearly she liked how I was feeling her. She moved more urgently against me, and was no longer shy about where she put her hands. But what I did get surprised about was when her fingers found the front button of my pants and she began to pull them open! This has to stop, I thought. This was a line we hadn't crossed yet.. I felt my pants pop open with the force of my erection..it did really feel good to be free from the constraints of my jeans, but I needed to stop this. I turned to face her, to let her know we needed to calm down, and suddenly our lips were smashed together in the most intense kiss we'd shared yet.. She was almost wild against me, pulling me, swaying and grinding against me.. I caught myself moving with her, pushing back against her, pulling her harder into me. It was so intense, so fucking hot..my head was spinning, I felt myself losing a bit of that control I had a few moments before. We broke the kiss and our hands were all over each other..I could feel her hand moving inside my pants, grasping my hard cock through my underwear. She pushed the zipper all the way open and slid the front of my jeans down as she played with me..all the while I was trying to find the words to tell her that I can't, that we should stop. But it felt so fucking good. I was in the moment, the atmosphere of this place pouring into me, carrying me along with what was happening in front of me. Even as I feebly protested, I was moving my hands over her body. I let it go a bit more..I knew we couldn't go all the way here. We were in a dark corner, but there were so many people. Anyone could walk by and interrupt us..fuck, this felt so good. Soon I felt her lips on my chest, on my neck, and I closed my eyes - the sensations flooding through my body. She kissed lower down my chest, over the cloth of my shirt. Then she pushed up the hem and I felt those incredible lips on my bare stomach. The feeling made me shudder to my core, but it was nothing compared to what happened after.. I just barely felt her hot breath on my tip before I realized she took me out of my underwear and put almost my entire length right past those amazing lips. I probably gasped out loud, but any sounds we might have made were drowned completely but the rhythmic beat of the music. Oh god, I was paralyzed with ecstasy..I never ask for anyone to go down on me..only a few of my previous girlfriends had enjoyed it, my current one not one of them. Nor was I normally that much into it..but this was at this moment one of the most amazing sensations that I'd ever felt.. She was incredible, moving her lips and her tongue over me, the heat of her breath driving me crazy.. She continued for a while longer, and then just when I was starting to worry that I was about to cum, she stopped. She looked up at me as I looked down into those devil eyes, and slowly she stood up. She suddenly attacked my body, throwing herself up into my arms and pushing her tongue hard into my mouth. She wrapped her legs around me and I held her tight, pushing my tongue against hers as we devoured each other. It felt so hot where our bodies came together..my cock was so hard and was caught between us, and I could feel her hot sex against me.. And I could feel how wet she was! She must have soaked her panties to be like this, I thought. I pushed harder against her, grinding with her, loving to feel my cock rubbing against her barely covered pussy...and then I felt it. It was too hot, too wet, to slippery..she wasn't wearing anything under that dress! My bare cock was rubbing against her completely exposed pussy.. This should stop now.. But, it didn't..that realization alone almost made me cum, and feeling her wetness sliding up and down my shaft was making me lose what little control I had left. I pushed her against the wall, lost completely in this game that was quickly becoming something else...I wanted to tease her, to bring her to the edge, show her how close we could get knowing we'll never be able to go all the way. It seemed to work at first, she was panting heavily in my ear, losing her breath to the feeling of my cock running up and down her cunt. She started to gasp into my ear, just barely audible over the music... The Exchange "Fuck..fuck...fuck.." she panted. "Fuck me like that..I want to cum on your dick..." She was panting hard, her voice shaky as she said these things..she was lost in the moment too, and god knows I was wishing I were inside her, making her come all over me...so I pushed harder into her, making her feel how much I wanted her, how badly I wanted her to cum on my fucking cock... "Oh, fuck...yes...fuck me..." She moved back and looked right into my eyes. "Fuck me...fuck me...fucking fuck me..." I saw her lips make those words over and over, and I pushed harder and faster... I could tell that she was close..I loved that she was about to cum on me, even though I wasn't inside her..feeling her body against me, feeling us moving like that, was bringing me close to the edge too.. It was so fucking hot... Suddenly she pulled back up close against me, her lips once again right by my ear..she sounded close to her orgasm. Her hips began to ride up and down along with my thrusts, and the friction between us intensified..it felt like there was a faucet leaking hot water over me as we rode each other like this..the sensations, the situation, this pent up tension..all these things were driving us over the edge... "I'm going to cum on your cock...fuck me harder...fuck me and cum with me...I want to feel you cum..." Suddenly she bucked hard..her whole body lept in my arms, and she fell back just as quickly. But the sudden change repositioned me, and I felt my tip up against her entrance..suddenly she was shuddering hard - her grasp on me stiffened and she pulled me so hard. I could feel her..she was cumming hard..shuddered against the tip of my cock pressing into her, and in the way we were positioned, I might have slid right inside her if she wasn't so tense from her torrential orgasm. But as the waves of her climax continued to wrack her body, I could feel us begin to slide... 'Fuck..yes..' I thought.. 'Oh, fuck..no..' I felt more of her intense heat, my tip was pushing inside! I felt her shudder again and suddenly she slid all the way down..but as she slumped back I felt myself pop out and up just as she moved, and my very frustrated and very soaked cock pressed up between us. She continued to shudder against me, slowly the waves of her orgasm subsiding, and she breathed hard in my ear. "That..was..fucking..insane..." She said shakily. "I've never cum so hard..." She looked down between us to see my cock pushed up, and looked back up at me wide-eyed. "That was so close!" "I know.." "I wanted you to fuck me so bad." I looked at her, still making up my mind if I wouldn't lift her back up right now and fuck her so hard into the wall that the DJ would hear our rhythm... "I wanted to fuck you so bad..right now, I still want to fuck you so bad.." But I was also glad in a way that it didn't happen...I still hadn't fully given in..but fuck that was crossing every single line exept all out sex...how was I going to feel about this? Right now, I was still too worked up to really care, but I decided we'd better get straightened up and get back to the group. I let her down and pulled up my jeans. My underwear was soaked from her cum..it felt a bit cold now, but I was far beyond caring. That was the most intense sexual encounter I'd ever experienced, and we didn't even actually have sex! Hell, I hadn't even cum yet. We tried to rejoin the group a bit and went onto the dance floor. I was still achingly hard in my jeans, and with the way the floor was crowded, we were pressed hard against each other. I moved my hips with hers as we danced, moving like we were fucking right there with the music... She reached back and felt all over me with her hands, both our thoughts were back in that dark hallway. After the track changed, we decided to go outside and calm down with a smoke. The cool night air greeted us as we pushed through the doors out into the street. Neither of us said anything as we fished out a cigarette and lit up. I looked over at her and chuckled to myself..no wonder she was careful about flashing me on the balcony. No panties tonight. That was so hot. She must had been expecting something..or maybe she was one of those girls who enjoys going commando from time to time.. Whichever it was, it was making it very difficult for me to think. We both smoked in silence for a bit, taking in the fresh air, letting our heart rates drop a little, let my extremely tormented cock relax.. "You're bad." I said suddenly, looking over at her. She exhaled a puff of smoke and just looked into my eyes. "Me? You were the one with the curious fingers." I smiled and shook my head. Had my fingers been really curious I would have found out about her lack of panties a lot sooner than I did. "You started it." I said again. She didn't reply. After a few more moments of silence, both us taking long drags and sighing out our clouds of smoke, she asked "you OK?" I breathed out a sigh, "Fuck.." Hell no I wasn't. I wanted to take her back inside, back to the house, back to her place, back to my place, and fuck her until neither of us could stand up. What was going on with me? She looked over at me kind of nervously, that apologetic look surfacing again, and was about to say something. "That was the hottest thing I've ever done." I cut off. She smiled and walked over to me. "I still can't believe how good it feels with you," I continued. "I still don't know what to think. But you are just incredible." She looked into my eyes with that expression again, and I looked down at those hot red lips of hers. Her brows furrowed as she saw my smirk. "What?" "No panties." I replied. She blushed and looked away for a moment. "Do you normally go out like that?" I asked, teasing her. She looked back up at me, making a face between mischief and embarrassment. "No, not usually. I wanted to do something daring tonight, and.." she paused, "and, I wanted to see if you'd find out." I shook my head, but could only smile back at her. "Well, I'd say I found out pretty well." I said finally. I bit my lower lip. God, why was this girl so sexy? She finished her cigarette, and dropped it to the sidewalk stomping it out. I looked her up and down, over her shape, the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts under her dress. My eyes trailed over those amazingly shaped legs under the cloth of her leggings..if I hadn't seen her wearing them almost every day since we'd met, I would've thought those were on purpose too. She couldn't know it, but I have a huge thing for women in leggings..one of the hottest inventions in all of women's clothing. That and thigh-high socks. And god, did she pull it off. I peeked at the hem of her dress, a shiver going through me as I knew there was nothing covering her pussy under that cloth..and that my hard cock had been sliding against her, even starting to push inside, just moments ago... I felt a bit dizzy and shook my head again. I took a final drag of my cigarette and put it out under my shoe. I looked over at her and saw her smiling. "Something special on your mind?" She asked. I smiled back. She'd caught me looking of course. "Still can't believe what's on my mind." I replied. I paused for a moment thinking. "I'm still deciding whether or not to take you back into that corner and fuck you until we're both screaming.." I heard her exhale shakily as her lips parted. I took a deep breath, and exhaled. Here I was, a taken man, losing my mind with this gorgeous exchange student. I wasn't used to this. Even if I were single, I'd never been so sexually drawn to anyone. It was really hard to concentrate or gather my thoughts. I absently pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was a little past 4:00 in the morning. I didn't want this evening to end, but I knew, for better or worse, I'd have to cut it short. As the fog of the encounter and the atmosphere in the club begin to clear a bit, I started to realize I couldn't in fact do all that I wanted with this girl. It was best to not end up in the same bed, or even the same room, for the rest of the night. I knew it would be all too easy to just let go, and I didn't know how I would handle having sex with someone who wasn't my girlfriend. God..I was sure, at least, that it would be mind-blowing. I still didn't know what to think about this attraction, this incredible magnetism, we felt. But it was dangerous as hell, the absolute best kind of dangerous. "It's getting late, isn't it?" She asked suddenly. I started to reply with what must have been a very urgent look of apology, but she cut me off. "It's OK." She said softly. "You have no idea how much I want you." "Actually, I might." She said with some of that mischief returning to her features. I felt her hand on my bulge again, and I didn't even realize my cock had begun to stiffen..even he was working against me! I returned her mischievous smile and leaned into her. My hand reached the hem of her dress and I felt more warmth. My fingertip gently pushed forward and just barely pressed into her warm folds. She was still dripping wet..my finger slid further, pushing into to her. I heard her gasp as I pushed just inside...OK, bad idea. We both looked at each other, kind of painfully, as we knew we had to stop this. But our point was taken. We both wanted eachother..badly. "Let's go." I said suddenly, taking her around her waist and leading her along the walkway. "I'll walk you home again..but this time I can't come in." I looked over at her and winked. She just looked back at me, almost as if saying 'we'll see.' We took a long route like we had the last time, not really going in any particular path, but just enjoying each other's company. We didn't talk as much, but we weren't completely quiet and nor was it awkward in any way. We both had a lot going through our minds, and it really helped to calm down and just walk together. When we finally arrived at the front of her housing apartment, we stood for a while longer talking for a bit and not really wanting to end the night. As we started to make our goodbyes, we both teased each other some more about me coming in. But I was far too sober by that point, and she knew that I really couldn't. We shared one more kiss, pulling each other hard. Then we said good night. I watched as she walked up to her door, and she suddenly turned and called back to me. "We should at least meet again before I have to leave." She said. "I agree." I called back. "When is your flight?" "Next week, I think on Tuesday." "Let's do something before then." She smiled and waved. The door latched shut, and I wandered back to my flat. I tossed off my clothes and dropped onto my bed, going over every incredible detail of that night...I still couldn't believe that happened. Nor could I believe how amazing it felt, or how drawn I was to this girl. My hand wandered under my underwear, and I could feel her dried cum on my cock..if I had no memory of tonight when I woke up in the morning I'd have assumed I got laid. I brought my fingers to my lips to see if I could taste her. Nothing too strong, but it helped as I imagined pushing my tongue into her pussy. I thought about the feeling of her riding me in that dark alcove, when I discovered there was nothing between us... I thought about the feeling of my tip pressing into her entrance before I popped out at the last second... I imagined what it would have been like if she had instead slid all the way onto my swollen dick and we really had fucked each other hard... I imagined the sensations of feeling her heat enveloping me, feeling her squeeze me inside as she came on my cock again and again, until I couldn't hold back and erupted deep inside her. I clenched my teeth and tried to stop myself from shouting as my cum shot all over my stomach. I fell asleep just laying back like that, dreaming of this girl from Estonia. Chapter 3 A couple of days passed, and I had only heard from my friend a few times. She had texted the next day, and we made sure we were both cool. It was nice, since I didn't get to see her between classes anymore. She'd been finalizing all that she needed to get done with the school to transfer back to her home college, and get herself packed and ready for the trip. She only had a couple of days left until her flight date, so we decided to have a quieter get-together at my place for a movie and maybe a meal the day before she would leave. I was playing around on my computer, looking through and organizing photos I'd taken throughout the semester, and I heard my phone chime. 'Hey,' she'd sent with a little smiley. I wrote back the same. 'I should be ready with everything by tomorrow. What time is best for you?' She replied. 'Any time is good for me.' I didn't want to admit it, even to myself, but I would have loved to have her there at that moment. 'Cool!' She sent back with another smiley face. 'I'll text you before I come, but it'll probably be around noon.' I smiled. My mind takes everything to the wrong places. 'You can come as many times as you want.' I sent with a winking smiley. OK, maybe it was juvenile, but we were definitely at the point of shameless flirting. 'Promise?' She sent back, with her own winking smiley. I smiled and shook my head. Maybe we should meet in a more public space tomorrow, I thought. 'As much as you can take.' I wrote back. A few moments later, she sent, 'Careful. I might hold you to that.' Even in the few texts we'd sent over the past couple of days, we found ways of teasing each other like that. It was harmless, well, mostly harmless, since we were both calmed down from the events of the last party, but knew that we were both at the boiling point with our sexual attraction. And she was leaving. It made me sad that she was going away. It was dangerous for us to keep hanging out at parties; that was clear. But even aside from the physical attraction, we'd become pretty good friends. At any rate, we'd get to have one last chance to drive each other crazy, and we both knew where the boundaries were. I was really looking forward to us hanging out. The next day arrived much slower than I would have liked, but finally my phone buzzed and I saw her message that she was on her way. I picked up a bit around my flat, making sure nothing embarrassing was laying around. I had gotten up not too much longer beforehand, being a late riser, and I had gotten out of the shower just before I got her message. There was nothing left to do but wait, so I put on some music and went through some more of my pictures. I smiled as I looked through photos with familiar people and places. Even though the semester was pretty hectic and mostly I was glad it was done, it was also a lot of fun and I'd gotten to meet a lot of cool people. I realized as I finished organizing the huge pile of files from my camera folder that I hadn't taken any from either of the parties, and I only had a couple of my Estonian friend. I looked over at my camera on my desk and smiled with a thought. Tonight maybe I can tease her with some photos. I didn't think she was too keen on getting her photo taken, but it could be fun to have a couple of us hanging out. I did like to document my memories after all. Finally, I heard a knock on my door and got up. I opened the door and was greeted with a big smile, a huge suitcase, and some bags. She looked a little flush, like she'd ran a few blocks. Her hair was a bit mussed, but she really looked good aside; instead of her usual dark skirt and leggings, she had on a pair of skin-tight black pants and a sort of loose-fitting dark shirt. "Hey!" She said as she walked in dragging everything with. She was still slightly out of breath. "Hey," I replied. "Got everything, then?" I teased. "Yeah, everything I have here is what I'm taking home." She looked over at me. I don't know what my expression was, but it must have betrayed some hint of my thoughts because she sort of got her shy look. "It's, ah, ok if I stay tonight?" She asked. "I figured we would be up all night anyway, and I wouldn't have to book a hotel." I thought about it for a moment. I didn't really know if I was comfortable with her staying the night. But she was right, we probably wouldn't even be sleeping as we were both night people, and her flight was in the morning. And I definitely wouldn't have wanted to make her take a hotel for a night she'd probably barely be there for. "Nah, it's fine." I said finally. "Really, I'll understand if you're uncomfortable.." She started. "No, no, really, it's OK." I smiled reassuringly. She smiled back, a little less timid. Then I said teasingly, "even if we planned on sleeping it probably wouldn't happen." She shot a look back to me and put her bags on the floor, and I helped her move her big suitcase to a free spot in the corner. Afterwards we sat back on my bed. I had my desk chair, but aside from that and my bed I had no other furniture. It was a small studio flat, and I actually wasn't used to having company for the lack of space. "So, what are we doing first?" She asked. "You going to show me one of your famous movies?" "Actually," I replied. One topic she and I had talked a lot about, especially after a few beers, was movies that I loved. She hadn't seen many films, but there were some classics that she hadn't seen that really surprised me. I had teased her about it before, and we'd joked that we should make a list and have a movie marathon. We didn't have nearly enough time for all of them in one night, but I figured we could peruse through my extensive collection. "I wasn't sure what you'd be in the mood for, so I have a folder full of films we could look through if you want." "Sure, what've you got?" I pulled my laptop over and brought up the folder of movies I'd put aside for us, gave her the mouse and let her look through everything. She asked me about a few titles she hadn't heard of, and smiled when she came across the classics I had mentioned. "Here is Star Wars." She said, "and Terminator..." She scrolled on and came to the bottom, and went back up a little. "Which one is this?" She asked, clicking on a folder 'Pan's Labyrinth.' "It's a Spanish movie about a little girl who escapes into a fantasy world during the height of the Spanish revolution in the 1940s.. It's called 'El Laberinto del Fauno' in its original title." "Oh, yeah! I remember seeing it, but it's been a long time." "It's been a long time for me too. We could start with this if you want." "Sure, sounds good." I set it up and propped up some pillows for us against the wall. "You want a beer, or some snacks for the movie?" I offered. "A beer for sure." She said with a smile. I'd picked up a couple six packs last time I was at the shop, so we were good to go for a while without having to go for a beer run. I grabbed a couple bottles from my fridge along with a bag of chips, joined her back on the bed, and started the film. We mostly sat in silence as we watched the beginning. I hadn't seen this movie since it came out, and it was cool to see again. A lot of people don't care for foreign language films where you have to read the subtitles, but this film was so beautifully done. I couldn't imagine it in English. "The Spanish is so nice in this film," my friend remarked. "The way they speak the language, it sounds so good..and sexy." "I know! It sounds so good the way it's spoken in Spain." The movie went on, and we both shifted a bit to get more comfortable. Eventually I just laid all the way back and propped my head up on my pillow. My friend sat up for a bit, then finally laid back alongside me. Neither of us made any move with our hands or feet or anything, and it was really relaxing just to hang out like this. There wasn't any tension or awkwardness. We were just enjoying the film and letting loose. I'd finished my first beer and had started snacking, and I was getting thirsty again. I asked her if she needed another, and she smiled and held up her empty bottle. The Exchange "I'm ready for another." I smiled and got up to grab us another couple beers, and joined her back on the bed. We cracked them open and both took long swigs. I set mine on the floor, and offered to take hers and set it down if she wanted to lay back too. She declined, laying back next to me - a bit closer this time - and setting the bottle between her legs. We continued to just watch, but after a while I felt her tilt her head and rest in on my shoulder. No big deal, I thought. I sort of rested my head towards hers and it felt nice and relaxing. We were just friends relaxing and watching a film, and we both knew we had done all we could do...even a bit more...but nothing more was going to happen. I smiled and took a deep breath. I hadn't crossed all lines with this girl, and I wasn't feeling guilty about the other stuff that happened. Still, I can't say that draw wasn't still there..especially with her so close like this. I could smell her hair and what I assumed was a body wash or skin cream. Whatever it was made be a bit light headed. I inwardly shook my head and put my attention back to the film. As the movie continued, it seemed we were both getting more and more comfortable and relaxed. I'd put my arms up behind my head, and she turned to rest her hand on my chest as we started to snuggle a bit. Later, there was a bit of a more intense scene when one of the main characters, a sadistic military captain, interrogated a rebel. The movie has a few gruesome scenes like that, and each time I could feel her cling a little harder as she made a small noise of disgust. I mostly just chuckled, but this last scene did kind of make the skin crawl and I reflexively held her a bit closer too. As we both pulled, I turned a bit away from the scene, and as we both looked away we ended up looking into each other's eyes - our faces extremely close in this position. We just sort of stayed there for a moment making our grimaces, but then as we stayed in this position I felt my heart start to beat a bit faster. I could feel her breath on my lips as we kept looking into each other..her mouth was partly open and I could tell her breathing was a bit heavier. My head started swimming, and my body tingled as I felt her hand start to slide on my chest. I knew this was dangerous, for both of us. Whatever this was, our physical connection and sexual attraction was too strong to tempt fate..and this time we were laying in my bed. "Um..you want another beer?" I asked, clumsily trying to pull us away from the tension. "I still have some left." She said, staring at my lips. Shit, I hadn't even finished my beer. I bit my lower lip as I looked at her parted lips..I wanted to kiss her..hard. I turned away, my mouth dry..I needed a drink. I reached and grabbed my beer, took a deep draw and laid back next to her looking back at the screen. She rested her head back on my shoulder, and her hand sort of played over my chest again. It was ok..better now that we weren't staring right into each other with our lips only a couple inches apart. The film continued for a while longer, getting close to the climax, and my friend shifted a bit next to me. She sat up a little, and took a drink from her beer. "I might put this down on the floor after all." She said, and suddenly leaned over me and set her bottle down next to mine. I breathed in suddenly as she did this, her chest went right in my face. Whatever scent she used, I could really smell it now. Her body smelled amazing, and if just laying next to her and smelling her hair was making me woozy this was a hundred times more intense. I felt her slide down a bit over my body, her face a bit more level with mine over me. She was smiling that devilish smile, and it sent a shiver through me.. I don't know if she knows to this day how sexy she is, but along with all the other memories we've made together, I will never forget that look. She bit her lower lip looking down at me like that, an impossibly seductive look that had me frozen..or so I thought. I realized that my hands had moved to her sides, and were slowly moving up and down along her body. She leaned a bit closer, and I could once more feel her breath on my face.. Fuck, she was so hot.. I pulled her, turning us on our sides again as we stayed facing each other. I felt her gasp a bit as I moved her like this, and she smiled even more seductively as we laid back against the covers. I felt her hands on my back as her arms went around me, and I sighed as I felt her hips shift a bit against mine.. I smiled back at her shaking my head. "You know this is a bad idea." She kept smiling. "Oh, I know it is." "You are bad." She stared dead into my eyes just then...that devilish look. And I could read her thoughts..telling me everything with her look..she was daring me. Why don't you come and see how bad I am? I shuddered again, my breathing becoming heavier. Our lips drew closer, almost unperceivably. I could feel her breath on my mouth. I closed my eyes. Then warmth, hot wet warmth as our lips melted together. We both sighed into this kiss as my tongue pushed past her lips. Deeply we tasted each other, pulling each other harder. I was done fighting it at this point. We'd shared so much beyond this, and this was our last time to see each other. I didn't mind one last make out session with her. And god, it was incredible. It was unlike any other of our encounters.. This was pent up, unchecked for the past couple of days. A sexual energy that neither of us were fully aware of during our time apart after the night at the club. And it was charging our lips and tongues as we wrapped together on my bed. We continued like this, getting hotter and hotter.. Our hands explored everywhere, grasping, feeling, searching, pulling..it was so hot. We barely noticed the explosions happening on the screen behind us, or the fact that we were still wrestling with our tongues as the credits ran. After we finally paused to take a breath, the movie had ended. We sort of looked at each other, smiling and thinking what the hell was that? Where did that come from? I reached and traced a finger over her lips, and she suddenly sucked it into her mouth. She sucked my finger in and out, sending more shivers through my body. This girl was dangerous. She sat up and moved over me, straddling my lap. She looked down at me, and suddenly pulled her shirt up over her head. My mouth hung open as I watched her do this..it was starting to go a bit far now, I thought. I was about to say something, but she put her finger over my lips. She looked at me a bit more seriously. "It's OK. Don't worry, I know we can't go too far." She said softly. "But I want to share one last special thing with you before I have to leave." I smiled. OK, we both are on the same page. We know when to stop, and it could be nice to have a bit of fun before she had to leave..that was my rationale at the time at least. I opened my lips and sucked her finger in as she had mine, causing a soft moan to escape her. She looked so hot over me like this; seeing her topless for the first time. She was wearing a sexy black laced bra, and it made me want to feel and taste what was underneath. She didn't have enormous tits, but she had plenty to play with and squeeze..perfect size, I thought. Finally convincing my hands to move, I trailed my fingers up along her exposed belly. I felt her muscles shudder under her skin as I teased further upward toward her chest. I looked up at her and saw her watching me intently, she was breathing a bit heavier as she looked back at me. I smiled teasingly up at her, and tested her by running my hand over her bra-covered breast. I gently squeezed, and she let out another soft moan. Her head tilted to the side as she closed her eyes, and I felt her hips begin to rock gently over me. This encouraged me to feel her more, squeezing and playing and running my hands over her more freely. She put her hands over mine as they moved over her, somewhat guiding them as if she were touching herself. She was getting really hot with this, and it was making my heart beat harder in my chest. Then she reached behind her back, her hands working out of sight. Then I felt with a sudden snap her bra come loose..she'd undone her clasp! My mouth hung open as my breathing quickened...this was definitely dangerous. And I loved it. It was so hot to push our boundaries. I knew where mine ended, but it was so sexy to see how far either of us would go without crossing that final line. And god, did I want to push it tonight... I let the cloth of her bra fall away, and sighed as her tits dropped free - openly on display right above my eyes. She looked amazing! Her nipples were sticking out invitingly from her slightly darker areolas. They were full, but as I had seen before not overly big. I looked back up at her, my eyes undoubtedly reflecting the lust in her eyes; she looked down on me like a predator stalking its prey.. like she was going to jump me at any moment. Suddenly I sat up closer to her, my face right at her chest. I pushed forwards, pressing my lips to her chest - breathing in her scent. My head was swimming as I tasted her skin, ran my lips over those amazing tits.. I sucked and nibbled teasingly, feeling her reactions as her hips rocked harder on me. I put my arms around her and pulled her tight against me, hearing her gasp through her heavy breath.. Then I turned with her, pulling her down to the bed and turning us so she laid under me. I began to kiss her like a man possessed..which undoubtedly I was in this heated moment. I couldn't get enough as I kissed and suckled all over her front, moving down over her belly, back up over her chest, and up to her neck. I heard her moan and sigh as I went over her bare skin, feeling her writhing under me... I moved up to kiss her lips, and felt her body wrap around me..her legs hooked around my lower back, driving our hips together, and her arms held around my shoulders as we began to press harder into each other. She sucked my tongue into her mouth as I pushed it past those incredible red lips, and it made me shudder even more.. I felt her hands moving under my shirt, her fingernails raking along my back. She push up my shirt as she moved over me, and reactively I pushed up a bit off of her to let her take it off completely. I thought it was only fair, as she didn't have a top on either..and I really wanted to feel her bare skin against mine.. I let out some moans of my own as she trailed her fingers down my exposed chest and down my belly. She didn't stop at my navel, and trailed down over the rather obvious bulge in my pants. The feeling of her hands over my cock through the fabric of my jeans made me sigh out loud..I made a note to myself to be more careful about how I let her touch me..I'd never been so receptive to such a touch through clothing, but that felt incredible... I decided to turn the tables a little, and looking into her eyes I ran my hands back over her body. She looked up at me, daring me with those eyes again, telling me to fuck her...if only we could go so far... I played over her chest again, and teased her bare skin by trailing my nails down to her navel. This time I traveled lower, moving over the waistband of her pants and over the thin stretchy fabric covering her mound. I couldn't be sure, but it felt like her hips rocked forward ever so slightly..her legs even opened a little to give me access...bad girl. I teased just at the end of her mound, not yet touching her covered pussy with my fingertips. I heard her breathing quicken as I inched my way closer..it was divine. I looked down over her body, over her exposed chest and belly, over her waist, over her perfectly shaped legs in that tight-fitting material. She was so hot, dripping with sex. I wished I could have torn off the rest of her clothes and taken her there and then.. But instead, I dipped my fingers lower, tracing over her slit through her pants. Her body trembled and a gasp escaped her lips as I touched her. This alone was enough to make my head dizzy again. Her hips rocked against my hand as I felt her, and I pushed a bit harder.. She was sighing with every breath..god, she must have been as turned on as me to react so much just with this simple touch through her clothes. I wasn't complaining at all; she was incredible. Every sigh, every moan, drove me crazier. This was another of the hottest experiences I'd ever had up until then..and we were doing even less than last time. Watching her writhing beneath me like that, my fingers feeling the heat and moisture of her pussy through the cloth, was almost enough to make me abandon my limits for the night... I don't know why my mind thought this wouldn't be a bad idea..perhaps my mind and thinking had nothing to do with it, but I brought my hand back up to her waist and opened the button to the front of her pants. I dipped my fingers under the waistband, and felt the elastic of her panties..at least this time she was wearing underwear! I looked over at her to see her reaction, and her eyes were half closed with that same burning lust..I guess that meant I could continue. I moved my hand further inside, feeling over her trimmed pubic hair. As I moved lower, I could feel more and more of her incredible heat. Finally I felt her lips..so hot and so wet, open and waiting. I heard her gasp out loud as I went further, a finger teasing over her clit before dipping further down... She was soaking wet! She would definitely be needing a new pair of panties after this..and possibly a change of pants as well. It was incredible.. My finger slipped just to her entrance, dipping into her intense heat. She shuddered as she let out another soft moan. I looked back and pressed a little further..god she was so tight. I could feel her sqeezing me as my finger slowly pushed inside.. I heard her breathing harder and faster as I moved inside. Very slowly I pushed in her, withdrawing my finger and then pushing back inside. She was shuddering now, visibly trying not to make too much noise. I teased her a little more, moving my finger a bit faster. After a few moments, I pulled my finger out, then lined up my first to fingers against her opening and pushed inside..it was even tighter, but she stretched against me and squeezed my invading fingers in a rhythm. I watched as her eyes rolled and her mouth hung open, and soon she was shuddering hard in a sudden but intense orgasm. I pushed hard and deep, curling my fingers inside to massage her g-spot. Her body lifted slightly off the bed, her whole being trembling violently, until she finally collapsed back on the mattress. She finally took in a hard breath, gasping for air still trembling with my fingers deep inside her. "Holy fuck.." She gasped. "That was so hot.." I replied, feeling out of breath myself. I pulled my fingers out of her, and brought them to my lips. I watched her looking back at me as I put them in my mouth and tasted her. God, this was going too far.. This was something we definitely shouldn't have done, but I told myself we were far from going all the way. I could make her cum all night without putting my dick inside her, and that was fine for me. It was so hot seeing her like this and giving her this pleasure..I'd never been with a woman who was so into sex! She was just incredible... After she calmed down a bit, I laid back beside her. Her hands began to move over my body and she leaned in to kiss my lips. Our tongues danced together, our lips pushing harder. The passion quickly rising higher and higher, and I felt her hands on the front of my pants..a little flare shooting off in the back of my head. I shouldn't let her get my pants open again.. It wouldn't really have been fair though, I thought. I just made her cum with my fingers inside her, it would have been a bit rude not to let her play too. Before I could make up my mind, I felt relief as the button popped open, and my hard cock sprang out. My swollen head was pushed far above the waistband of my underwear, so she had immediate access to bare skin as she touched me.. If I thought her feeling me through my pants was incredible, what this was went so far beyond. I let out a deep sigh as her fingers wrapped around me, moving up and down slowly along my length. At first she just moved along the tip, but gradually she pushed my underwear further and further down. I don't remember many details from that moment apart from the sensations she was giving me, and trying very hard not to cum too soon. But I do remember her pulling on my pants and underwear to get more access, and I remember lifting my hips to help her.. I also remember reaching for her, wanting to feel the heat of her pussy on my fingers again..I wanted to make her squirm and cum as she played with my dick. She moved a bit to help me slide my hand inside her pants again, but it was a bit difficult at our angle. I could just get to her clit, but the position was just too uncomfortable. After a few moments, she suddenly turned and lifted her hips, and pulled off her pants and underwear. I gasped in a breath as I saw her completely naked..another flare shooting off in my head.. But immediately she laid back on her side next to me, and wrapped her hand back around my dick. I sighed and pulled her a bit closer, pressing my lips against hers once more and sliding my hand down her naked body. I trailed down to the valley between her legs, finding once more her intense heat and wetness..very easily reaching her folds without her clothes on. I pushed my fingers back inside her, and she moaned into our kiss. She pressed her mouth harder on mine and sucked my tongue back into her mouth. I pushed into her again and again, mimicking the motions of my fingers moving in and out of her hot entrance. We broke the kiss, breathing hard together. Her hand on my cock felt amazing, and it was amplified by feeling her pussy squeeze me as I sawed in and out of her.. We looked into each other's eyes, and started to get even hotter. "You fucking like that, huh?" I asked. "You like my fingers deep inside you like this?" She shuddered as I teased her. "Oh, fuck yeah..." She replied shakily. "Fuck my pussy like that.." My heart jumped as she talked dirty back at me..we were driving each other more and more wild. We teased each other further, getting hotter and dirtier as we went... "I bet you wish my cock was in you right now.." I breathed. "Ugh...I want to feel your hard cock slide in my pussy so bad.." "I bet you want to put my bare cock inside you.." "Fuck yes!...your bare cock deep inside me..." "I want to feel your pussy cum on my dick, like I feel you cum on my fingers.." She shuddered and let out another moan. "Oh my...fuck...I want to cum on your hard dick..." She shuddered. "And I want to feel that cock cum hard in my pussy..." Holy shit... "Fuck yeah.." I whispered, my own voice getting shaky. "I want to feel your pussy squeeze me like this..and to fill your waiting pussy with my cum..." Suddenly she was shaking hard again, and pulled me hard against her as she rode out another powerful orgasm. We both gasped for breath...this was just insane. She looked over at me, completely lost in this boiling passion..she caressed my face with her hand and kissed my face. Suddenly she moved to sit over me, once again straddling my waist. Only this time there was no clothing between us, and I could feel her hot wetness on my hard cock. Another flare. She began to rock her hips, and oh, god, so did I. We pushed hard against each other, feeling ourselves slide together in the most incredible sensations.. She looked down at me again, her mouth open, her eyes staring with that wanton gaze. She ground against me harder, pressing us together. I could feel the wetness of her excitement flooding over my cock as we slid back and forth. Her breath was getting heavier as her motions became wilder. I reached up and grabbed her heaving chest, playing with her nipples and teasing her more. She began to sigh and moan with every breath, getting hotter and wetter and crazier... The Exchange Suddenly she rose up, grabbing my hard cock. It throbbed in her hand as she stroked it, moving her fingers up and down my shaft. She pulled it straight up, pushing it against her wet lips and sliding her slit along my length..my whole body shuddered. Then she raised up a little higher, and put my tip right at her entrance. I felt the incredible softness of her lips caressing me, the incredible heat inviting me.. Then I felt slow pressure as she began to push down.. My tip was right at her hole, pressing hard and so ready to push inside... No..! I put my hands at her hips, I looked up at her.. My tip pushed a little more..I was going to slip inside! "Oh, fuck!..." I shouted. But the flares wouldn't stop..I just couldn't go all the way. "We can't..." I breathed out. Immediately she stopped, and let my dick slip out and slide across her slit again. She sat down and rested on my lap, putting her hands on my chest and moving them back and forth.. "Fuck..." I groaned. "I'm so sorry..." She looked down at me, I couldn't read her expression. We were both breathing hard. "Don't be." She replied. "We both know the situation...I'm sorry I got so worked up." "No...you're absolutely incredible." She blushed a little and said, "You're one to talk. I can't believe how you make me feel with just your fingers.." She looked away a little shyly. "Usually it doesn't feel so good. But with you it's just magic." What an amazing compliment. I'd never had trouble making girls cum, but I'd never seen anyone react so strongly..or for that matter anyone who got me going so crazy. "It incredible," I started. "I've never felt quite like this with anyone else either. I've never been with anyone with so much sexual energy. This is just crazy..." "I know what you mean.." She closed her eyes and shifted her hips on me. "I can't believe you have me so hot like this." We stayed like this for a few more moments, and eventually she laid back against me as we calmed down a bit. We played with each other's fingers and trailed our fingers over our naked bodies as we rested. It felt so nice, but I knew we were both frustrated. I was also thinking about our situation. I wondered if it would have been so bad if I had let her put my cock inside. I shook my head. I couldn't think straight. I shouldn't even be like this with another woman. But it felt so..good. I didn't feel the guilt, or any uneasiness about this. Just that frustration that I couldn't go further. I just couldn't have sex with someone while I had a girlfriend. I wasn't like that.. But why was this so goddamn good? I pulled her a little closer, trying to shake my head out of these thoughts. We took ourselves to the edge, and still we were able to stop. I knew we were OK for that, so I just wanted us to enjoy the rest of the night. I looked up on my desk and saw my camera. I remembered I wanted more pictures with my friend, and I smiled as thought of a nice devious idea. I looked over and asked, "Want to try something really hot?" "Like what?" She asked, slight suspicion in her voice. I smiled at her and sat up to grab my camera. Immediately she put her hands over her face. "Oh, god..." "Hey, I like to take pictures of different events and experiences in my life," I started. "But I don't have many of you." "Ugh.." "I guessed you were camera shy." I said, chuckling. She nodded from behind her hands. "You know, I could take pictures that don't show your face." I offered. "How so?" She replied. "What exactly do you have in mind?" "Well, we might not be able to have full-on sex," I began. "But we might be thinking back a lot about tonight, and we could take some shots to remember each other like this.. I could take some intimate shots of you, and some more with us together. We could even take some where it looks like we are having sex." I really thought this could be kinky..my heart beat a bit faster as I said this. I didn't know if she would go along with it, but god that would be hot to pull off. And it would be something great to have to fantasize with on future lonely nights... "I don't know..." She started, moving her hands away. "You wouldn't see my face?" "Not if you don't want me to." She thought about it for a moment. "Ugh..alright." She agreed, an embarrassed smile on her face. "It really could be hot, and it's something I've never tried before." Neither had I, come to think of it. "So, how do you want to start?" She asked. "Hmm, why don't you lay back like that..spread your legs just a bit." I thought I could get a few intimate shots first. I looked at her through the view finder..god, so fucking hot. She was so beautiful lying there, completely bare and open to me..I couldn't believe I had to stop myself from jumping her and fucking her... "Put your arms up over your head, and look at me like you want to fuck me..." "Hey, I thought you weren't taking any with my face.." She said with mock irritation. "If you really don't want me too..but you look so amazing like this." She sighed. "I don't know..let's start with some with just my body, and go from there." Fair's fair, I thought. I snapped a few from her neck down, then went up just a little higher to show her lips and chin. This was pretty sexy..I suppose it would be enough if I couldn't get any with her face in view. I moved closer in, taking shots at different parts of her body. Finally I took some close-ups of her waist and hips, her valley, her legs. I had her change position and took a few more shots. With each snapped frame I was getting more and more aroused. My cock was standing straight out by this point..which didn't go unnoticed. "Why don't you take some with us together now..." She offered, smiling. "Looks like you're ready." I smiled back at her and moved closer between her legs. I took another intimate shot of her, and another with my dick in view, pointing at her waiting pussy. I looked back at her, and she gave me a look that definitely was telling me to get over there and fuck her..or at least pretend to as we were planning. I decided to tease her just a bit, and ran my tip up and down her slit - which I was to discover was still dripping wet... I snapped a few odd pictures as I did this, then positioned my tip in a way that I would be starting to enter her. She let out a shaky sigh as my tip was aligned with her hole, her lips pushed out against my invading shaft. I pushed as far as I dared to go, which also made my pulse increase. I positioned the camera so through its view it really did look like I was inside her. You couldn't see the ring of my tip as it was covered from her lips, and it looked like my shaft was stuck inside. It really looked fucking hot...I took a few more shots, and pulled back. "Ok.." I said a little breathlessly. "Why don't we switch. I'll lay down, and you come over me like before." "Mmmmm..." She moaned playfully, and moved onto her knees. I laid down in her place, and she swung her leg over me, giving me a wonderful view. I looked over her amazing body again..taking in every curve and contour. She really was beautiful! I felt her take me in her hand again, brushing up and down my length with her fingers. "Why don't I put you into position while you just take pictures this time?" She suggested. "Sounds just fine." I replied. My head was still swimming a little from all this. I took some shots of her playing with me, teasing me, moving me over her slit. I heard her moan as she massaged my tip into her clit, and I felt her heat and wetness as she got more and more into it. Soon she was sighing and moaning over me, shifting her hips up and down as she slid me along her hot cunt.. I switched my camera to video, and hoped my hands weren't shaking too much. I watched, almost hypnotized, through the viewfinder as she lost herself playing with me against her. "Does that feel good?" I asked. "Ugh..Mmmm...yeah, it feels so good.." She sighed back. She was really into this, I thought. "It feels amazing to me too." I replied. "It's driving me crazy watching you slide my cock all over yourself like that..teasing us both so close to your entrance.." She moaned again. "What would you do next?" I said, sort of directing as the camera was recording. She looked down at me, her eyes hooded with lust. "I would take this hard dick, and put the tip right to my entrance.." She started, doing what she was describing. "Oh, fuck yeah.." I breathed, feeling her warmth again. "Then I would tease you for a little longer," she smiled, "making you crazy for me..making you want to beg for me to push your hard cock inside me.." I shuddered, my head swimming even more. My heart was racing, and my cock throbbed in her hand. "I can feel how much you want me.." She said, her voice incredibly sultry. I was amazed at how she was talking to me right now, and it was so fucking hot. "I can feel how much you want me, too.." I replied, she was literally dripping on my cock pointed at her pussy. "You don't even know.." She replied, sinking her hips a little lower. "Next, I would slowly slide your tip inside, feeling you stretch me..." She gasped out loud, and I felt a little pressure from my tip against her hole. "Oh..fuck.." I breathed. "That's so fucking hot.." Trembling, I switched my camera back to photo, and took some of my tip hidden behind her lips. "Oh..god.." She trembled. "I'd push you just inside, teasing your tip...like this..." "Ughhh..." We both sighed. I felt her lower just a bit more, my tip was stretching her opening... I felt her trembling, and I reached up to take her breast with my free hand. She shuddered with my touch as I teased her nipples, and her hands started moving over her body as she closed her eyes and her head tilted back. I felt more pressure on my tip, her opening stretching more to me... Her hands moved to her ass as she spread herself, then to her front as she ran her hands over her inner thighs, over her mound, over her belly, over my hands on her chest... I was lost in the moment, in this incredible fucking amazingly hot moment. I put down the camera, and put my hands on her hips, rocking her against me... I felt the pressure grow, and I slid just inside... "Ohhh!...ughh..." We both sighed again. She bounced shallowly on my tip just at her entrance, making us slide a few millimeters. Both our hips began to sway, our intensity growing with each passing moment. Both of us were trembling, rocking hard together, trying so hard to fuck each other without actually pushing all the way... Then we slid further, my tip completely inside, and she sank further, another inch slipped inside...my mind was gone. No more flares, no more hesitation.. I grabbed her hips firmly, and pushed her all the way down on my hard cock. "Uhhhhhnnggg...!" We moaned from the incredible sensation..I was inside her! I was fucking inside her... Almost immediately the torrent of sexual desire flooding our being broke through and we both shuddered hard together... Our hips began to sway and grind, and she began to ride me with abandon. It was so intense, every sensation, every feeling, every second of this was absolute bliss. We ravaged each other, devoured each other..she rode me and sighed and moaned and growled like a woman possessed. I pulled her down hard into every thrust, loving every stroke inside my incredible new lover. She was so tight, I could feel her squeezing me and pull me deeper and deeper. I pushed hard into her, wanting to go as deep as I could..I wanted to take her completely. All that I had been holding back was being let loose, and I wanted to fuck her so deep and so hard that we would both feel it in the coming days.. The more we continued, the more I wanted her.. I wanted to make this girl feel everything I could give her, to give her so much pleasure.. She sighed and moaned in my ear, "This feels so fucking amazing..." "I can't believe how amazing you are..." I breathe back. "I can feel you moving inside me..." She gasped. "I can't describe what you're making me feel..." "Keep fucking me...oh...god...keep fucking me like this..." She moaned. "You're going to make me cum..." "Oh..fuck..you're going to make me cum too..." I breathed back. She rocked her hips even harder against me, picking up the rhythm of our sensual beat. "Fuck yes!..you're going to make me cum with your dick buried inside me..." I felt her shudder as we talked like this. We were both going wild.. "Oh fuck...yes...I want to feel you cum hard on my dick.." I breathed. "Yes!...fucking fuck me...fucking cum with me. I want to feel you cum inside me..." Oh god...she was on fire. I was going crazy with her. "You want me in you?" I sighed in her ear. "You want me to fill your unprotected pussy with my fucking cum?" "Fucking yes!" She yelled. "I fucking want you to cum in me!" She began to tremble hard, and she was quickly pushing me over the edge... The feeling of my orgasm had been welling in me. I tried to hold it back as long as I could; I wanted to make this last as long as possible. But now it was flooding up..and her words along with the feeling deep inside her pussy were taking over... She yelled out, "I'm cumming!...fuuuck..cum with me...fucking cum hard in me!" Her whole body suddenly tensed as she pushed hard against me, forcing me deep inside. I could feel her inner muscles throbbing and squeezing as her orgasm tore through her..and it sent me over. I erupted in a torrential orgasm...shooting my hot cum deep into her womb. I spurted again and again, yelling through my teeth as the most intense orgasm of my life wracked my body...I pushed harder into her, wanting to push myself as deep as I could as I filled her with my seed. I don't know how I came so hard or for so long, but it seemed like the spasms would never end. Both of us trembled together as she collapsed over me and we held each other tight. We rode out the last waves of our shared climax, and gasped for breath... I held her close as she squeezed my softening dick still inside her. And we just laid together enjoying the feeling of this intense connection. I didn't think about anything else as we laid there. We were just here, in this moment, just us.. I brushed my fingers through her hair, listening to her breathing, and taking in her scent. It was different, a strange woman over me like this in such intimacy. But it felt so good.. I can't describe it, nor can I defend myself for letting it happen. But I wasn't angry or guilty either. It just felt nice. I felt her move to my side and snuggle against me, and I pulled a little closer. None of us said anything. We didn't really need to. It was just us at that moment, and we would always belong in this moment. I still to this day can't believe I ever shared in such an experience, especially considering the circumstances. It may be hard to understand for anyone who's never experienced something like this, but it was absolute magic. And we'll both remember it forever. The Exchange: An Historical Note In the Nixon years of 1972-73 in Washington DC there was a restaurant called The Exchange. In those days there were no stock exchange data on TV and no Internet. The Exchange had a ticker tape band of red numbers moving across the wall above the bar and you could have a drink or lunch and keep up with the market. It was located within walking distance of the Old Executive Office Building, now renamed the Eisenhower Executive Office Building. Because of its location it was a popular luncheon place for business and government people in the area. Its business was primarily weekday and it was closed on Saturday. A swinger's club rented the restaurant every Saturday night because the name was a double entendre. They called the swinging club by the name of the restaurant. The club met there for a while and then moved to another location, perhaps better suited to their parties but keeping the club name unchanged. I am a personal friend of a couple that belonged to that club and a recent discussion related to a story of mine ("Bermuda Surprise") prompted me to talk to them again about the club. My friends belonged to the club for about three years and then quit when they moved to another city. The information contained in this essay is based on my past and recent conversations with them. There was a membership list, which was also a mailing list. There were no dues but an admission fee of seven dollars per couple was charged, which my inflation calculator puts at over fifty dollars today. Several couples did the business and other chores necessary to run the club. There was a sign at the entrance that said "Private Party" and guys or gals monitored the door collecting the money and checking the names. Single males were admitted and there were always a few of these because they were in high demand. Potential new members (couples only) were interviewed and allowed to enter. People got two drink tickets each. On entering the club there was a bar, a number of four person tables, and a dance floor. Music was playing and people were dancing. People who knew each other and wanted to hook up would sit at the same table. A couple wanting to meet another couple would sit at a table leaving two empty chairs. If a couple wanted to meet a single guy the wife would sit alone at the bar. Single guys sat at the bar. There were rare single gals on occasion. A couple would usually get their drinks and a table and either dance and survey the crowd or sit and wait for another couple to invite them to dance. It there were a potential matchup with a wife and another husband dancing together, it was the woman that talked to the other husband about the kind of sex that was wanted. I found that custom interesting and amusing − almost Victorian. Several key questions dominated the pairings. Where can we go? Who has a place? Do baby sitters limit your time? Do you prefer to use separate bedrooms? Answers to these questions often would make or break a potential foursome. Detailed sexual preferences were discussed. I asked specifically about voyeur cuckolds and was told that there were a few but most of the threesomes resulted from the woman wanting more sex than her husband was capable of providing. I asked about extra males in the groups larger than four and was told that this was frequently the case and usually involved a male known to the group who often brought his wife but on that particular evening was alone. I was told that extra males were always very welcome because guys wore down faster than gals. When the club moved to their new location the action of the first floor was the same as before but there was a small room on the second floor that allowed enhanced activity. It had very low lights, a dance floor, tables and booths. Interactions between men and women were much more intimate than on the first floor. Club officers monitored the room to be sure that sexual acts did not occur. But it was common for a wife to strip down naked and dance with more than one guy. My friends said that when they decided not to pair up they would often go upstairs and watch the "floor show." Every two months or so the club would sponsor what can only be called an orgy. An empty apartment would be rented. Carpeting in most of the rooms was required. Food and drink were provided. The fee was over fifty dollars which in today's dollars in well over two hundred. There might be forty or more naked people walking between rooms, some well lit, some almost dark. They were drinking, talking, laughing, and watching all kinds of sexual activities that were taking place on the carpeted floor. My friends attended one of these parties and found the brightly lit rooms disconcerting but did make use of one of the darker rooms. You didn't have to be naked but you looked very strange if you kept your clothes on. This was the first time they saw African-American males at swinger parties. These guys were so popular with some of the wives that they got worn out very early with the gals waiting their turn. I asked my friend what he did with his wallet? His answer: he left his valuables in the car and brought only his car key, which he left in his pants pocket. Key points: Couples with children were common; singles were often members whose wives were absent that night; obnoxious young guys were rare; foursomes were the most popular combinations; groups of five to twelve with one or two extra males were common; threesomes occurred regularly with MFM common and FMF rare; most pairings or matchups had occurred before but some were new; orgies seemed to attract a special crowd. There, for what it's worth, is a second hand account of how a swinger's club operated forty years ago. I doubt they have changed all that much. I have not heard whether the Exchange club still operates. I would love to hear from anyone with additional information. The Exchange Ch. 01 Part 1: Entwinement The rain pressed all around like a great, solid curtain, blurring the world around her. Her lithe hooves fought for traction as she scaled a tree. A bestial grunt of defiance hissed from her nostrils in a steamy haze. She took temporary refuge underneath a great bough, nearly as wide as a road. The rain just below pooled on the other branches, forming great rivers, carrying the detritus that would some day soon become silt on top of the massive, elderly limbs. Above, the rain fell like a constant ocean wave, undiffused by the branches and leaves under which she sheltered. How had she let things get this bad? Adventuring on this planet had been her dream. Her heritage was nature by construction, a chimeric human built to the specifications of a survivalist. She had been raised on the outskirts of Sol as a miner, living in metal ships with tiny bonsais keeping them alive. Echoes of this grand place, this hyper-real planet far beyond Earth. She had come here to explore, to seek some form of fulfillment, to feel what her grandparents had on other worlds. Here alone could she do so. Untuned to any planet-bound ecosystem, she could have conceivably died from the simplest pathogen. Here, there were no pathogens. Here, there were no animals. Here, there was only forest. And the great rains from the great moisture these plants drew had visited her. She had been out scouting ahead when they struck. Flash flooding and extremely low visibility quickly rendered the terrain both different and inscrutable. Safe branches that had been like trails with hollows for safer walking had become raging rivers full of biological debris. Other limbs had bowed under the new weight and swift steps from one branch to another had become massive gaps. She now sought her way by instinct. Never too high where the rain would overwhelm her. Yet, never so low that she risked being swept away in another sudden upwelling. She scaled from tree to tree by her reflexes alone, technologically naked, sparing only the clothes on her back. She moved from smaller to larger cover. Twice already she had encountered two islands of safety that remained inadequate. They were drafty and water pooled at her feet. She had been forced to forge out into the rain again, searching. Searching until now. Three smaller branches formed a wide crook, overhung by a much greater branch bountiful with leaves. These branches were short, leading directly onto a trunk nearly as wide as she could stretch her arms. She knew there was nearly a kilometer of tree below her feet, so she could only guess how wide they grew that far down. As she pulled herself up into the space, she slumped against one of the limbs. The entire area was incredibly dry, so much so that the bark beneath her was barely saturated. If she wanted to sleep without dying of hypothermia, she would have to dry off. She sighed. To dry off, she would have to shed her clothes. They were heavy and dripping with rainwater and doing her far more harm then good. She raised herself upward, now feeling soreness and hunger, two things she'd been spared by her body as she fought the rain. Now, with the immediate threats dulled, the lesser ones began to seep back into her consciousness. Her khaki shirt and shorts dropped easily from her lithe frame, poorly hidden by her wet, drooping pelt. She pulled her Lycra top over her head, revealing her modest breasts, peaked by two points of flesh that had grown pale in the cold. Even in this weather, they were flat like saucers, glistening with rainwater. Her clammy underwear went next. It curled down her legs, as saturated as any other bit of her clothing. Now completely freed, she shook from her head to her toes, sloughing water from her water-resistant, earthen brown fur. Her stomach protested with the motion, tapped dry by her flight from the storm. Frustrated, her eyes instinctively darted around her. There were no fruits and berries in a land without animals. But, she was the sort that could handle that. If it came to it, she could eat leaves right off the branches. Though it would be an everlasting labor and one she didn't want to undertake. She wanted secondary options. She expected none, but there was nothing like desperation to drive someone to irrationally hope. And, she was suddenly quite glad that she had. A great, hive-like, fleshy growth had been hidden in the shadow of the wafting leaves. Within the spots of light that escaped, she made out the growth's vivid colors. It was crowded inside a great knot within the tree. Every space within the round opening was full with growth. Spheres of green flesh were pressed against each other and ballooned outward from the knot. Flowers sprung from within the clefts between the spheres and, surrounded by three of the largest growths dead center of the mass, a long fruit poked outward. Its tapering end hung slightly downward, dripping liquid that lingered too long to be water. Curious, she leaned forward, kneeling then dropping onto her hands to get closer along the sloping branch. The air around the fruit reeked of sweet, fruity scents. Esters. Nothing here should have evolved esters, unless it was by chance. There was nothing to advertise to. She was likely the first being that had come into this plant's space that would ever care about those smells. But, these smells along with the growth's bright colors, reduced to a mere variant of blue in the night's darkness, told her so much. That long growth was likely a fruit, and it wanted to be known as such. She leaned down and stroked a finger over its length, collecting a few drops of liquid on her finger as it twitched under the contact. She pulled back, startled for a brief moment. However, she surmised she must have imagined the event. Nothing moved in a forest with no creatures. She rubbed the liquid between her fingers, then waited. After a few minutes, no adverse reaction showed itself. The esters nagged at her senses, tingling in her nose, further clarifying her decision. She craned her neck as she leaned forward. Her dainty tongue escaped her narrow, equine muzzle and lapped across the tip of the fruit. The liquid that she drew away tasted over-sweet, like a melon's nectar or coconut milk. Her stomach responded viscerally, stirring as she tasted the plentiful sugars. Partly by her own directive and partly by her own hunger, she was driven to lap again. Her tongue swept boldly upward along the fruit's upper surface, flattening against it and dimpling its soft, yielding skin. A gout of the syrupy liquid spurted from its tip, landing in the tuft of fur above her breasts. As she lapped up the last of the sweet buildup, she felt compelled to seek more. Her hunger ached more than ever now that it had been enticed by her take. She felt only one need and saw only one option. She pulled back and captured the tip of the fruit between her narrow, agile lips. It eagerly sprayed the back of her throat as her tongue circled its end. She searched ravenously across every inch of its surface, seeking some divot or pore from whence the liquid had come. A few tense, impatient moments later, her tongue stopped up the pulsing flow of liquid. She drilled the tapered end of her tongue into the opening, seeking out every trace of liquid. However, she felt the opening yawn wider, then was overwhelmed by a torrential flow. She hummed through her mouthful in surprise, but felt compelled forward. She took the length of the fruit into her long, equine muzzle, wrapping her lips around the narrower base as her tongue cradled her captive. She squeezed down, sucking impatiently as she ached for more. Her eyes closed as a spray lanced into her mouth. She bucked in surprise as a new sensation caressed her exposed chest. Soft flesh kissed her nipples. She was relieved when it didn't assert itself over her. Part of her had worried that her own ravenous behavior might be returned in kind. When she had felt that contact, a thrill of fear had arced through her. What kind of creature had she found here, she'd wondered. What would it do to her? The length in her mouth pressed down on her tongue, spreading her lips wide as it grew within her. A hint of nervousness returned, she realized with a tug that she could not extricate herself. But little changed in the ensuing seconds. Nothing was leveraged against her now that the tables had turned. Why had she been trapped, then? The flesh returned to the peaks of her breasts, now more confident. They courted her, caressing and prodding until their contact brought about a nervous ache of anticipation. But, she found that she was egging them forward. What sort of creature had she attracted? Why did it find that part of her so... fascinating? They moved upward, pressing her flat as they yawned open and squeezed down. She yelped through the contact, then squirmed as they opened and bared down, kneading her deeper into their grip. They seemed to soak her in for a few quiet moments. Then, the movement started. She lost track of time, the only sound the endless drive of the rain and the insistent, rhythmic cluck of the mouths upon her. They kneaded and teased her flesh, sparing no contact as they explored her so carefully. With nothing else to measure by, she was left alone with the stimulation, wondering over the peculiar turn of events. For minutes or hours, she sat captive. Steamy breath hissed through her nose, ever faster as she began to lose control of herself. For a while, she felt herself involuntarily arching away, seeking an exit from the uncomfortable, unbearable feelings. Soon, though, the odd tickling sensation became a tired itch, than a rattling thrill of pleasure. It could have been minutes or hours before she felt the flow of nectar slacken. By then, she'd stop twisting away and instead pressed her flat chest deeper into their grasp. When the fruit grew limp and slipped from her, she didn't know what to do at first. The fervor was gone in a flash and she felt irrational shame. The feelers clung to her as she rose, only popping free as she stood, making her yelp at the bizarre, dual-sensation. She flopped down onto one of the nearby tree limbs. Though she was tired and the two sole patches of naked flesh at her breasts blushed with the fatigue of the act, she was warm for the first time since the sun had set. She had survived, she was alive. Sleep fell upon her like a heavy blanket. Though she awakened many times in the driving weather, it was the best sleep she'd had in a very long time. *** It had become unclear now what was day and what was night. The tempest pressed on, turning her life into a timeless dance of sleep and wakefulness. Hunger now ached inside her once again, it had driven her, not unwillingly, back to the plant. The length graced her narrow muzzle, visibly pulsating as it labored to sate her. Her throat worked as earnestly, gyrating as she greedily took in what was offered to her. She moved beneath the plant's attention. But, her movements were no longer driven by nervousness. Instead, she moved deeper into contact with the mouths squeezing her. They milked up and down her domes of naked flesh, fat and puckering around their centers as they were groomed. It was more than she could take. Pleasure had slowly morphed back into a tense fatigue that now threatened to overwhelm her. Just as she began to contemplate brushing the feelers aside, even for a moment's respite, the mouths released her and slid away upon their long, slithering stalks. She was taken by surprise by the twin tendrils that emerged in their place. They were narrower, ending in dainty pods that now hovered over her blushing flesh. They floated downward and tongues emerged from their puckering lips. The tiny, agile appendages swept over her. They circled her and explored the tiny divot at the center of each nipple with relentless curiosity. They drilled and probed her, confused by the new find. She tried not to squirm from the contact, hoping it would go on if she just sat still and didn't scare them away. Wherever the tongues touched, a thick salve dripped onto her. The tongues swept it over every exposed space within their reach, then parted open like pointy-leaved blossoms. They closed around the base of her nipples, drawing upward and gently kneading her. As they endlessly repeated the process, the salve was driven deeper into her. Before her eyes, a lively pink hue began to show through her usual, pale tan color. A final, especially strong squeeze made her emit a muted yelp. Before she had time to recover, the other feelers had returned to embrace her blushing flesh that the others had so eagerly left. With no other company, isolated beneath he tree boughs, she found her thoughts increasingly returning to the plant. She checked on it often, waiting for the telltale drip of nectar that signaled its readiness. Its tender kisses gave her something to experience. It fragmented hours of boredom with bouts of intimacy. It became an anchor by which she could remember herself. *** Like an invading army succumbing to the inevitability of defeat by hidden and entrenched natives, the rain had fled past the horizon. Even as the sun shone and she could roam freely, she found herself somehow reluctant to leave. She didn't want to risk sacrificing a sure source of sustenance. Subtly, she also felt indebted. If this plant had grown so intimate, why didn't it take what it likely wanted? Her sex ached each time she pondered this. In spite of herself, she'd begun to enjoy their silent trysts. The suddenly ample sunlight had given her a chance to dry her clothes. However, she'd felt no need to don each garment as intended. She was alone in this remote place. No beacon had pinged her cortical transponder, no rotodyne had soared overhead. If there was a search going on, it was poorly executed. So she'd barely surprised herself when she realized what a hindrance her Lycra sports bra was to her daily activities. She had little need for it, anyway, she wasn't well endowed. Though 'well' was subjective. Her build was well suited to her line of work, never obtrusive or ungainly. So much so that the only difference she felt now was a subtle draft against her bare chest. She had donned her khaki top once again, but she wore it quite unconventionally. Every button remained undone, the garment wafting in the wind and flaunting her femininity to the great distances beyond. It had been an easy decision, saving her a great deal of inconvenience now that her daily habits had so changed to revolve around the plant's wants. In spite of its oddness, it kept her thinking. It gave her something besides herself to interact with, even if that interaction was of a very peculiar nature. All the more reason to give it easy access to her most sensitive places. She reclined beneath the plant, shoulders back and shirt wide open. Her nipples had grown ripe, fattening in anticipation of the next interaction. It could come at any moment, and part of her was thrilled that she was so prepared. It was odd how the part of her that received least focus, that had been so marginal in her life, had suddenly become the object of this alien's desires. The plant seemed aware of her presence, and her outlook. Twin feelers emerged from puckered tubes buried in its recesses, rounding downward and snaking around the bases of her breasts. She gasped, surprised by the sensation of their constriction as they coiled around her, climbing higher and gathering her to prominence. A pressure suddenly began to build at her peaks, rising sharply and making her wail in delight. As it became unbearable, a final spike of pleasure radiated through her like ball lightning. She arched her back as two narrow, tapering peaks of flesh sprang from the subtly puckered ends of her nipples, flinging tiny droplets of perspiration and some other liquid from their ends. The feelers finished their spiral, rising upward as their drooling ends turned toward their newly revealed captives. She knew what was coming, but her reverted peaks itched in the open air, blushing and undeniably sensitive. It could be too much, she thought. What were her limits? She belted out an animalistic yowl as the mouths shot forward, burying her peaks deep inside their grasp with a wet plop. They squeezed and milked over her new length, churning atop her as she screwed her eyes shut. Her loud, urgent sighs were silenced by the fruit, which wriggled against, then into her eager lips. It earnestly pumped into her, as if its outflow would keep her anchored to reality amongst the tumult of stimulation. In spite of herself, her body twisted in protest at the sheer amount of stimulation. She alternated between writhing against the tree at her back and arching upward to press her breasts into the grasp of the plant. Part of her wanted it badly, but part of her realized how spoiled she'd be to whatever came after this time, whenever she rejoined civilization. The Exchange - Dark Gods As a note, the other language is Latin. * The bright light of torches shines through the trees as the sounds of hurried, angry voices follow it. The sound of overexerted panting can be heard closer. Besides, the thick overgrown forest is dead silent. The chilled air has quieted all the night creatures. The crescent moon shines brightly and the stars twinkle freely in a clear sky. There is no wind to rustle the leaves that have grown orange and yellow with the coming of fall. A younger girl bursts through the trees to a clearing with a large, ominous church in the middle. She hastily runs across the clearing to the doors of the church. The unlit, abandoned building is devoured in vines with the stone tattered and discolored. She struggles with opening the molded wooden doors, tugging and pushing, almost in a panic. The door finally creaks and slowly opens. She hurries in. The inside looks just as run down as the outside. The air is musty and dank. Remnants of moldy, infested carpet and half-eaten benches are scattered about. Rusted candelabra surround the bare altar. There is no light from the dusty stained glass. The girl quickly grabs the nearest candelabra and bars the doors with it. She then takes a moment to catch her breath and compose herself. She smoothes out the wrinkles in her brown puritan dress and brushes back the brown hair sticking to her sweaty face. Then, she approaches the altar and pulls a lump wrapped in a black cloth out of a cloak pocket. She puts them on the altar, revealing the objects. The first object is a large, black, faceted stone; the second is a tiny animal skull and the third is a gold locket. Then she hurriedly fumbles a piece of chalk out of her pocket and begins drawing a pentagram on the altar around the objects. She puts the piece of chalk back into her pocket and gets on her knees in front of the altar. She folds her hands and begins praying, "Per navitas inter mihi quod navitas intus mihi, EGO dico super ceterus universitas plagiarius. O valde unus, EGO voco vos!" Her voice rings out. She jumps, stands and turns around from a loud, sudden bang on the doors. The candelabrum rattles as the bangs and yells get louder. The girl closes her eyes and re-centers herself. But before she can continue, she jumps again as a loud snap and a creak comes from the door. In a last effort, she quickly falls to her knees and chants in a loud desperate voice, "O, valde abbas o lies, senior o atrum guise, EGO tribuo vos meus somes quod phasmatis pro regimen huic terra o ratio. Commodo!" Dirty looking peasants carrying pitchforks and torches crowd the church with a large priest carrying a large gold cross leading them. She repeats "Please," over and over as the priest moves behind her. An aged pinnacle of old faith, he is wearing all black. He has a severe face as he raises a bible and smacks her in the back of the head with it. She yelps and falls to the ground. She lays still as the priest starts yelling, "Vile, wretched, demon-spawn; we will send you back to the fiery pit of Hell from which you came!" He continues yelling as the girl struggles to get up, looking dazed and rubbing the back of her head. The crowd behind looks fierce and determined, agreeing in chorus with the priest and waving their farm tools at the girl. The girl stands up defiantly with tears in her eyes. The crowd moves back in horror, all except the priest. The girl's expression moves to bewilderment and caution. The priest pauses in his ravings. For a moment there is silence except the girl's hoarse breathing and the shuffling of feet. She raised her hands and yells out, "Shanareal, meus Deus, quod meus senior. Adveho quod smite qui votum mihi vulnero!!" All goes quiet as the girl falls to her knees. The priest smirks, "Your false gods mean nothing in the face of the Lord and his unwavering justice. You will burn like the rest of the devil-worshippers." All of the sudden, a male-cocky voice fills the room, "I am not a devil or false. And it is your God that means nothing." An average figure steps through the crowd. His pale skin is the color of the moon on a black night. His hair is slick, long, stringy and the color of ravens. He is like Greek statue, bare-chested with rings at the peak of his breast. Casually covering his hips are leather pants, black like his shadow instead of part of him. He has chains and straps like Dante in the inferno around his legs. Six large metal rings pierce his back down his spine. His face is Romanesque, free of color and metal. Curvy, spiked metal crowns his ears. His eyes are obsidian orbs. His commanding, rich voice echoes again, "You just had to challenge me, preacher." The last word was said with spite. The priest looks shocked and frightened. The figure continues forward confronting the priest. "The average whining of a follower interests me not. However, she was smart enough to say my name, and then you had to insult my status." The priest shrinks to the god's presence and lifts his cross, "Leave us, evil creature..." his voice is shaking. The creature rolls his eyes, "I am not evil, just self-serving. Such symbols mean nothing." The cross melts in the priest's hand. The god turns his attention to the girl, "I, Sharaneal, Lord of Night, name humility as my price. Are you prepared to pay it?" The girl, shaking and scared, nods slowly. Shanareal points at her and she flies back, hitting the wall behind the altar. Animated dark vines sprout up from the stone floor and pin her to the wall. Thorns tear at her clothes and mar her skin. He turns again to the priest; "I'll save you for last." He faces the crowd of villagers, speaking to them, "Poor, hapless sods. Like lambs to the slaughter, it's almost too easy." An oversized stiletto forms in his hands. It is a slim, sharp piece of metal that emanates an aura of darkness, with a jewel encrusted handle wound in black silk. He lunges forward, cutting down villagers with graceful ease. The doors slam close as people clamor against it. The god slithersamong the crowd, flaying arms, legs, torsos and heads. Limbs and chunks of gore cover everything before the altar. Blood covers the walls and the floor, making them a slippery, sticky surface. Many people slip, making them easier targets. The priest watches in horror as the butchery continues. Screams and cries echo through the room. The girl cries, burdened with the guilt of her actions. Finally, when the last person falls and the screams die out, Sharaneal walks up to the altar again. He is covered in blood and gore until he shakes it off like a dog, covering everything around him. "Ah, the joy of the kill. Something so rare," he snaps his fingers causing creatures to form from the shadows. They look like dark, metal, spine covered wolf-like creatures and they start devouring the corpses and bits. He grins at the priest and grabs his throat, "You will live to tell the tale of this night but not without suffering." He shoves his fingers into the priest's eye-sockets producing a squelch and a gush of blood. He pushes him to the floor, bleeding and moaning. The priest drags himself to the door as the wolves snap at him, leaving gashes across his frame. He watches him go with a look of satisfaction upon his face He watches him go with a look of satisfaction upon his face He watches him go with a look of satisfaction upon his face He watches him go with a look of satisfaction upon his face He watches him go with a look of satisfaction upon his face. Shanareal's attention turns to the altar and the gold locket upon it. "Now, what to do with you?" He picks the locket up and opens it up. A picture of the girl and an older woman calms him. He snaps his fingers and the dark wolfs leap back into the shadows. He looks at the girl, who is sobbing and hanging from the vines. A strike of anger flashes through his features as he makes his way towards her. The church doors slam shut, almost flying off the hinges in the process. When he reaches her, he lifts her chin revealing her ruddy, wet face. He speaks softly, "Is this not what you wanted, young one?" In a congested, shaking voice she replies, "You killed them...all of them." "You did ask me to smite them, which I interpreted as death. And, nevertheless, payment is required." A look of fear crosses her face, "What will you do with me?" "Simply, I will use you as enjoyment and entertainment. And as you are so young and full of life, I will do it with the utmost pleasure. However, I must ask that you quit blubbering; it takes the fun out of things." The girl takes a deep breath and wipes her face on her sleeve. "There, my brave Persephone. You are the most lovely thing," he unties her cloak, "Young, pale flesh. Rosy cheeks and full lips." She gasps and shudders as he puts his hand up her dress, "And such a lovely, full waist." He pulls his hand out and cups her breast. Her cheeks turn deep red as he says, "And such a round bosom. You're so conservative, though," a look of profound interest crowds his expression, "Are you a virgin?" The girl looks taken aback and boldly asks, "Will you take me unwillingly?" His eyebrow goes up as he says, "Ooh, that sounds fun. Are you willing?" "No, that's immoral." "Then, are you a virgin?" "...Yes, I am chaste." "Oh, this just keeps getting better. Where to start? Where to finish?" "You intend to take my chastity? " "Of course. Did you intend me to work for free? Or to be a God of Mercy? You weren't exactly worshipping Elevina, the Bringer of Day." "I cannot bring myself to let you take me willingly." "All the more fun for me," he says as he puts his hand on her throat. "I promise you will succumb by the end of it." She cringes and says, "No, please." "Don't worry, it'll be the greatest pleasure you will ever have. You will spend the rest of your days masturbating to the thought of this night and begging me to do it again." He tilts her head and a long serpentine tongue glides along the rim of her ear. She starts crying again as he unbuttons the top of her dress. He gets impatient and tears off the front showing a white, sleeveless under-dress. Apparent old scars mar her sunken belly through the see-through slip. He spots them and the vines release her hands. He swiftly turns her around, revealing the discolored pinched scars on her back. Barely any of her pale flesh is visible among them. He traces them with his finger as she places her forehead on the stone. She stills herself, stopping the flow of tears. He tears off the bottom part of her dress, leaving only the slip, panties, stockings and shoes. She's shaking as he clutches her hair and turns her to kiss him. He invades her mouth with his dark-colored tongue and when it touches hers, she jumps. She pushes away from him, landing on her bottom on the floor. She sits up, one of her straps falling off her shoulder and her thighs open. The god tilts his head as she turns red again and closes her legs, "Stop, please. Anything but that. I want to be a good wife someday." He sighs and says, "The hard way it is." He yanks her up and shoves her into the altar. He then forcibly bends her over it. She clutches on to it and grits her teeth as he pounds into her with his hips. He grabs onto her arms and whispers into her ear, "Feel my need, my dear Persephone? Feel how stiff my manhood is? ...I will not be thwarted." He pulls her to stand and she goes limp. He pushes the other strap of her dress down and runs his tongue along the curve of her neck. He nips at her neck as he holds her shoulder and his other hand trails down her waist to her thigh. That hand trails back up and under her slip. She moans as his index finger curls onto her mound. He whispers, "So sensitive, as though never touched before. Have you ever touched yourself?" He nibbles on her ear lobe. She nods hesitantly. "Show me," he demands. Her hands move down, sliding her panties down her thighs and letting them fall to her feet. Her right hand moves between her legs and spreads her moist pussy lips. He puts his own hand on top of hers, feeling her hand movements, as she slides her index finger into herself. She reaches full depth with her finger and her head flies back. He lifts her leg allowing her better access to herself. He licks her ear as she kneads her breast. Fluid begins dripping onto the floor from her slit. He abruptly turns her around and grasps the hand she was pleasing herself with. He wraps his tongue around the intruding finger. He looks pleased as he says, "Feel obliged to keep fingering yourself." He pushes her down to her knees. She looks up at him as he puts her hand on the giant lump in his pants. He pulls a strap off his pants and winds it around her neck, tying it in the back. He threads his hand in her hair and pushes her mouth against the lump. She stills, not knowing what to do. He pulls her back and coaxes one of his fingers into her mouth. He grumbles, "Suck it. "When he is satisfied with her performance on his finger, he removes it. He moves to pull down his pants, revealing marble, hairless thighs and his pale, oversized manhood. It has metal bars all down the top of it. He grasps it and presses it against her lips. She slowly lets it in her mouth, filling it to puff out her cheeks. She wraps a hand around his thigh and begins fingering herself again as he pushes her back and forth around his cock. Fluid drips down her thighs and spittle forms on her bottom lip as he violates her mouth. He says, just loud enough for her to hear, "Breath in rhythm." She follows his advice, aligning her breaths with the movements. "Open real wide and breath deep." She does so and he pulls almost all the way out. Then he shoves it all the way in, stretching out her throat. Her eyes roll back and tears form in her eyes. He pushes her backs and forth, sliding in and out of her throat. The metal clicks on her teeth and a suction sound comes from her throat every time he enters it. Her hand trails up his midsection and he clutches it, his expression one of rapture. His hands wind in her hair as he pumps into her harder. She struggles to match his pace. She has her eyes closed and tilts her head as he further increases her pace. He grunts loudly as he shoots jism into her open mouth. He lets her go as she swallows his load and wipes her mouth. She stands and he licks her lower lip. His pants turn to smoke as he says, "On the altar with you." She hesitates and he points at her. She is flung back on the altar, which abruptly knocks all the stuff off it. Vines sprout up from the ground and twine around her arms and legs, locking them in place. She struggles with them as the god perches himself between her legs. As he gazes admiringly at her, he caresses her thighs. He spreads her thighs open as he leans down to gently lick her crevice. He savors the taste as he fingers her slit. He only pushes it in a little, feeling for her hymen. He pushes against it and says, "You weren't lying, my little innocence." He follows her slit up with his tongue, grazing her urethra and flicking her exposed clit. She convulses and stiffens. He does this again as she yells out and a pool of fluid forms below her. Impatiently, he flips her over. He yanks her slip down, breaking the straps. He cups her breasts and tickles her ear, "I can't wait anymore. I need to feel your insides. I want to spread my seed in you." The girl starts pleading, "My god, please, no. Stop, no!" He ignores her and poises his cock against her pussy lips. The vines tighten against her arms and legs as he pushes inside her. Her pussy stretches slowly, suffocating his cock. She screams in protest. He abruptly hilts her, and she cries out. Tears stream down her cheeks and droplets of blood hit the altar. Before he continues, he catches a droplet with his finger and tastes it. He leans against her and slowly slides in and out of her. The mixture of fluid and blood produces a squish, slosh in protest. He coos at her, "You're too good to be true, so tight and soft. I can feel your searing hot insides tantalizing me. " She bites back, "Bastard." Taken aback, he frowns, "I'll show you a bastard." The vines let go of her arms and legs. He grabs an arm and her neck. She clutches the hand holding her neck as he pounds into her. Her tits jiggle with each thrust, and she screams a mixture of pain and pleasure. She can see his manhood pushing against her midsection. He puts her back down on the altar and puts a leather strap in her mouth. He yanks her up and says, "You're being a little too loud, love." He continues to brutally pound into her, using only the throng in her mouth as leverage. He begins panting and moaning. He pushes her shoulders down as he slows a little and the leather piece falls to the ground. He pulls out, his cock covered in her juices. She turns over onto her back and spreads her legs. As he begins to fuck her again, her small, squeaky voice says, "Please be gentle." He slows down, gently thrumming into her. For the first time, the girl moans in absolute pleasure. His hair tickles her belly as her legs curl around his hips. He thumbs her clit and she arches in response, her moaning getting more ragged and throaty. It doesn't take long for her to reach her climax, her cunt squeezing and dripping around his throbbing cock. He continues to thrust into her as his need to cum grows and his control runs slim. His head flies back and he roars, spurting seed into her. He covers her insides, and her expression shows that she's enjoying it. He leaves her pussy and she curls into a ball. She says, "I could feel the bars rubbing against me." "Did you like it?" he asks, his voice ragged. She shrinks to the floor, jism flowing out of her slit. She doesn't answer him. The god puts his hands on his hips. The girl slowly stands and pulls her slip up over her breasts. She fetches her cloak and wraps it around herself. Shivering, she stops to his voice, "Do you think I'm done with you?" She looks at him in shock, "What more could you possibly do to me?" "I can think of a few things. Such as anal for starters and maybe some bestiality later." She looks confused. The god rolls his eyes and says very matter of fact, "I want to fuck you in the butt and I can take many forms, my dear. This humanoid one is simply the most appealing to your race." She looks disgusted with her hand to her mouth. She puts a hand on her bottom. "I've been having way too much fun to let you go so soon. Plus, I haven't even humiliated you yet," he says casually. He's sitting on the altar, a black cloth covering his waist. The girl looks up bravely and says, "Well, come on." The god is fully hard as he pins her against the wall. He spreads her legs and slides into her pussy again. He fucks her gently, slowly and she moans, clutching the wall. He takes a few moments to get her wet again, and rubs his finger along her asshole. He pulls out of her pussy and pushes against her sphincter. She shakes violently as he does this. He pauses to wipe her face and kisses her as he pushes against her ass again. She grimaces, as he slowly pushes into her bowels. She cries out, but he holds her tight. He starts extremely slow, allowing her to become accustomed to him. He pushes her harder against the wall and pushes all the way into her. He grips her ass cheek as he says, "You're so tight, my dove. It's been so long since I've had such a good time." Her sphincter stretches and moves around his cock. There are popping sounds as the metal bars moves in and out of her sphincter. His brow creases as he speeds up a little more. The girl's mouth hangs open, and she says in between breaths, "It feels so strange. It hurts." Her eyes are closed. He speeds up his anal violation even more. Sweat forms on her brow and in between her knees. She furrows her brow in frustration as he parts her ass cheeks. He hilts her as he comes again, panting and grunting. She moans to the contractions of his dick in her ass. They both pant as he lets her go. The Exchange - Dark Gods As though out of thin air, he pulls a black silk scarf from between his hands. She is still panting against the wall. "So," he says, playing with the scarf, "What do you think so far?" She looks exhausted and goose bumps have formed on her arms. She stiffens as she says, "I like it best...here, " she touches her muff. He caresses her arms and the goose bumps disappear, "You're saying you're actually starting to enjoy this." She looks bewildered again as she steps forward. She sways and falls to her knees. "Oh, humans are so easily exhausted, " he says as black silk forms under her. He sits down next to her as she lies down. Another layer of black silk forms on top of her. She whispers, "How do you do that?" "My magic draws from shadows. I simply give them material form," he says calmly. "Can you make your eyes human-like?" "I suppose, though I prefer these more." "What do you really look like? You said you simply take this form because it is the most appeasing to humans." "Normally, I do not have a material form. I reside in the shadows, the dark. When I do take a material form, it is a snake." "I'm frightened of snakes." "You should be. They are very dangerous to your kind." "Are you poisonous in your snake form?" "Yes...you are very intelligent for a young human." "I am not that young. I am only five moons from 20 years of age." "Do you want to know how old I am?" "No." "So why are you so smart, youngling?" "In the locket is my grandmother's picture. She taught me to be accepting of the world and all the things in it. She was a witch, to the religious people. But people would leave her alone because she could cure any illness. She also taught me about the Gods of Nature." "And the marks on your back. Where are they from?" "My grandmother died when I was 15. A corn grower, who did not agree with my ways, adopted me. They are from any time I displeased him. " "How did you come to worship me?" "My grandmother gave me a book, detailing all of the Gods of Nature. I was so despaired that I thought you best reflected my feelings." "Why were those villagers chasing you?" "They caught me praying to you." "O, the judgments of man. They are inescapable." "I have all the knowledge of man about you, my lord." "Oh, really." "Sharaneal, the lord of shadows. Your element is night or darkness. Your disciplines are treachery, disguise and humility. Your symbols are a snake and a black scarf. For a worship ceremony, you require a black stone, an animal sacrifice and a bond to the worshipper, all surrounded by the symbol of Gehenna." A slight smirk comes across the god's face. "It's amusing to hear about oneself from another." The girl smiles a little. "That's a sight, " he says, "Come here. Do not be afraid." She faces him on her knees. He wraps the scarf around the girl's eyes. He says, "Stay put and don't look," as he leans back and his body starts to morph. His legs form into a long tail, glistening with obsidian scales with a bulbous rattler at the end. Serpentine slits form in his eyes as his jaw extends. Hollow venomous fangs sprout in his jaw, while long, opaque nails grow on his fingers. His shoulders slump forward and his dark split tongue extends. He is still relative to human in size but longer. He grabs her arms and slithers his tail between her legs. He slides it along all of her sensitive spots producing a moan from her. He curls his tail, bringing the bulbous rattler up to her slit. He grips her tightly, marring her arms, as he begins to push the rattler into her. "Ah, Ah, Ooh," escapes her as the wide part spreads her out, inhumanly. Finally the entire bulb enters her with a plop. She slowly starts to ride it, swaying her hips. "Oh, my lord, what's inside me?" she half-words, half-moans. He says nothing, simply licking her cheek. The bulb rubs against her spot, causing arching and convulsing, but she speeds up. Her moans escalate in pitch, a sign of her growing orgasm. She rocks back and forth violently, reaching that peak faster. She hits it, her pussy spits out the bulb, and she falls back. Drained and satisfied, she doesn't move. The god reverts back to his human form and lies down beside her. "What is your name, young one?" Dosing, she says, "Jessica." "Don't say I didn't tell you so," his voice fades as she sleeps. ______________ 10 Years Later Two young puritan girls sit on a fence are talking. They are at a farm, watching similarly dressed workers till the soil. There is a large log house at the end of the property, with similar houses surrounding it. "Hey Annie, have you heard about the strange woman who works here at the farm?" the freckled girl says. "Oh, yeah the one that got lashed for touching herself, " the blond one replies. "What was her name again?" They both think for a moment. "Was it Jessica?" "Yeah, I think that's right. You know, there's a lot of weird stories about her." "They say she was found on the side of the road, nude." "Eww. Have you ever heard her talk?" "Nope. Oh, and that she has these black marks all over her body." "Ewww. Is she ill?" "No. They say she's touched by the devil." "But she never hurts nobody. She barely eats or talks. All she does is sleep and work. Do you think anybody will ever marry her?" "There's something weird about that too. They say she's not chaste, either." "Oh my God, she'll never get a husband. I wonder why she's like this." "I don't know but people claim she's a witch." Toward the front of the village, people shrink away aghast at the strange man who enters the gate. In one of the fields, an old woman calls Jessica in for dinner as darkness envelops the town. The girls jump off the fence, heading inside. In the house, Jessica sits at a table with a bunch of other bland people. They eat quietly, peacefully until a middle-aged man crashes into the room. He shouts, "A warlock has entered the town!" All the people jump, following the man out front including Jessica. A crowd has formed in the middle of the town. The people shout and curse the strange man, but he seems unfazed. None of the people go too close to him. Jessica, who is dressed the same as everyone else except she is wearing a black strap around her neck. Crow's feet appear beside her eyes as she tries to see what's happening. The stranger is wearing a black cloak with the hood up, hiding his appearance. He says in a commanding, echoing voice, "I am looking for a single woman." Uproar starts again. The man pulls back his hood and puts up his hand. The crowd quiets down, shocked by his appearance. He is pale and has long black hair but otherwise looks human. The town leader steps forward, "You are not welcome here. What woman do you seek?" The stranger looks about the crowd with scrutiny. He spots Jessica in the doorway of the house, looking concerned. She looks at him and walks toward the crowd. She says just loud enough for all to here, "What is there to fear from this man? He looks harmless. Having bad hospitality can ruin our reputation with near towns." The town leader sighs, "Oh, wise Jessica. Fine, you are welcome for the night however you must leave by morning. I hope you find who you are looking for." The stranger nods and says, "Oh, I already have." He doesn't take his eyes off Jessica. The crowd dissipates, all except Jessica and the stranger. Politely she says, "Can I help you with anything?" "Actually, you can," he says as he wraps his arm around her waist. Then, he kisses her, invading her mouth. His tongue curls around hers as he rips the bonnet out of her hair. "You are just as beautiful and needy, "he coos as she catches her breath. Her eyes swim with wonder as he says, "I have watched you all these years; making sure you were safe. When you prayed to me every night, I heard you." "But my lord..." "Shh, child. I bore my godly soul to you. I could not bear to just...let you die. I suppose." "You left me to die in that cold, decrepit church. Had it not been for the people of this town, I could've been eaten." "I stayed with you as long as I could"I stayed with you as long as I could"I stayed with you as long as I could"I stayed with you as long as I could"I stayed with you as long as I could. I cannot materialize during the day." "It does not matter. I have not forgiven you for what you did to me." "Allow me to make it up to you." "Nothing you could do, could give me back these ten years." "Only one thing can. By request of my fellow Gods, I have chosen you to be my mate." "What does that mean?" "I am allowed to declare a mate. One to share eternity with me as a god. My Persephone, I suppose." The girl looks shocked. "Seriously. Your equal." He looks at her, still holding her, "I have found myself obsessed with you. I guess it is what you humans call love. Though I am not sure if us gods are capable of the same thing, I am experiencing many of the same tendencies. I think about you, watching you from afar, knowing I could not contact you until I could make you mine. Your kindness and innocence will cast new light on the night. Also, your compassion towards human will spread throughout the night, making it safer for them." She pushes away from him, "I am not sure. This is my home." "I want you to be sure in your loyalty and your love. When you are ready, meet me in the church where it all began." She nods and Shanareal disappears. The next night, Jessica is in the clearing surrounding the church again. She has left a letter on her bed. She thinks awhile and enters, leaving her human life behind. * It is told, though Jessica loved her Shanareal and spent many of her years as a god with him, her love of humans made her want to join them again. In a century with her god, she asked for a single gift to celebrate their time together. She asked to reincarnate as a human to live among them once again. As much as despair wracked Shanareal, he could not refuse her. So, once again she will walk the earth, constantly being sought by the one who loves her most. And the night will once again be an enemy of humans till Shanareal finds her again.