0 comments/ 16114 views/ 1 favorites The Forfeit By: captivate They had known each other forever, or so it seemed. John and Will had gone to high school, college, then law school together, best friends and confidantes. They enjoyed each other, they liked each other, and, most importantly, they respected each other. Throughout high school and college, they shared their visions of a perfect world, discussed what careers would put them with people, helping people, doing something to change the ways of life. They felt strongly that they needed to make a difference. They had a friendly competition throughout University, vying for top honors and grades, submitting grants to the same organizations and foundations, looking for the one thing that they could work at and help others. Just before graduation, they both received letters from an important corporation. Both had submitted drafts to this company, now both were accepted. They put aside their dreams of helping humanity, and went out into the world of corporate law, ready to make their marks. The only problem was that Will was sent to the headquarters in the South and John was assigned to a Northern post. If it had been acceptable, both men would have cried on that last day before heading into their futures. They had been inseparable for over 10 years, used to sharing every nuance of their life and thoughts. Now, they would be separated by over 1200 miles. They promised to stay in touch, to visit as often as possible and to keep their friendship alive. They kept the vow. Will settled in a lovely town in Georgia. The dreams of helping the average person were put on hold as Will worked for his company, making deals and amazing everyone with his skills in the corporate world. As the rising star in his company, Will was considered a "catch". He was tall and dark, confident and intelligent, yet extremely accessible. He was a social asset in any setting and he was invited to every party, every picnic, all events, big and small. He kept noticing a lovely blonde, petite and perfect. With subtle questions, he found out everything he could about her. Her name was Amanda. She was single, a few years younger, and also a corporate lawyer. She had had one serious relationship since joining the firm and it had ended badly. She was not a player, preferring to remain alone. Will found her captivating. To him, she was the epitome of womanhood. She was warm and lovely. She was soft and smelled terrific. He found her smallness to be very attractive. He liked the pastelness of her, all pink and gold and glowing. Her voice had a southern lilt that made his heart thrum. He could listen to her all day, just talking about absolutely nothing. He worked his way near her at gatherings, but found his usually witty tongue silent. Will would stand there in silence, just watching her and wishing he could find the words to charm her. Amanda noticed Will too. She found his looks comforting, somehow. He was tall and well-built, but not in the "I work out every day" style. He seemed comfortable with himself. He ate real foods, joined any games, enjoyed himself without hesitation. He was well-liked. And he was quiet, not constantly expressing his opinions. She liked that a lot. Most men felt they needed to share every thought passing through his mind and she liked the fact that Will seemed happy to just listen and learn. He didn't seem bent on impressing her with his knowledge, he just enjoyed being with her. She also noticed that he seemed to be everywhere. The executives at the company were a small clique, entertaining each other and partying together. Amanda and Will found themselves together several times a week. He was always nearby, quietly watching and smiling. Amanda tried to give him a sign that she was interested, but she was out of practice. The days passed, each of them longing for the other, but not sure how to make that interest known. Finally, someone in control of these things, made the decision for them. They were assigned to a merger deal that required many hours spent together. Will was still hard-pressed to chat around Amanda, but she felt that was a saving grace. He did his work skillfully, his quiet competence impressing her. When talking about the case, he was eloquent, but offered very little chatter about his own thoughts and feelings. They were easy with each other, enjoying the work time, and, after awhile, they enjoyed some social time too. Work sessions ran late and they would go to dinner together. Sometimes, they worked on the weekend, and finished the day with a drink. They felt comfortable, happy to be spending time with each other. Then, the inner feelings began to surface and both could feel the sexual tension building. Neither wanted to ruin the perfect balance they had struck. Things might never have changed if Amanda hadn't gotten sick. She was so sick. Just 'stay in bed and wear a flannel nightgown and not eat and not drink and take handfuls of pills and don't talk to me and leave me alone' sick. She was miserable. Everytime she stood up, she swayed and had to grab the wall. She actually thought dying might be an improvement. She felt incredibly sorry for herself as she looked out her window and saw the beautiful blue sky and knew the world was going on without her, while she was stuck at home, alone and so very sick. Then her doorbell rang. Amanda was tempted not to answer, but she was on her way for more pills anyway. So she haltingly went to the door and peeked through the hole. It was Will. He was standing there patiently, waiting, a smile on his face, a package in his hands. Sighing, Amanda opened the door. Will took one look at her pale, drawn face and was so glad he had come. He followed her inside, placing his package on the table. He noticed her swaying gait and immediately scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. He carefully put her in the chair and stripped her rumpled bed and remade it with fresh sheets. He opened the windows, letting the cool spring breeze into the sickroom. He gave her a very dignified sponge bath, never peeking, and making her change into something cooler and more comfortable. When she was settled in bed, he took his package into the kitchen and returned with delicious foods, tidbits, easily eaten and digested. He offered her a large glass of cold, fresh orange juice and brought her pills to her. Amanda felt incredibly pampered and cared for...and safe. He sat beside her and listened to her sad tale and covered her lightly when she finally fell asleep. Will took sick days from work and stayed at Amanda's, quietly nursing her back to health. He seemed to know what to do for her long before she asked. Her house was clean, her bed was always fresh, her meals matched her appetite. Soon, the dizziness began to pass. She could stand without swaying, walk without clutching the walls. Yet, Will stayed. He slept on the couch, never making an improper move, never seeming to think about himself. At night, though, he would lie in the living room and think of Amanda and knew he was made to cherish her, to protect her. Her mind intrigued him, she was so smart and quick. Her heart was kind and loving, her soul appealing. He thought about her pink and white body, so soft and perfect. Her softly accented voice made mush of him, although he tried not to show her. She was everything he had ever wanted. Of course, all of this was shared with John, who listened intently and marveled at the perfect woman his friend had found. John kept his counsel, just listening and agreeing. He wished his friend the best in life, and Amanda seemed to have been made for him. After several days of Will's care, Amanda began to feel alive again. She felt her health returning and her appetite, actually all of her appetites. She also had feelings for Will growing in her heart. He was the kindest man she had ever met. She knew he would never disappoint or hurt her. One night, after being tucked sweetly into bed by Will, Amanda could not sleep. She lay in her large bed, alone and lonely, knowing the one person she wanted to share this space with would be Will. She quietly slipped from the covers and walked to the living room, standing by the sofa and watching him sleep. Very gently, she pulled back the quilt and slid under it. For the first time, she felt Will's body against hers. As she snuggled up to him, his eyes opened and he looked at her questioningly. "I love you, Sir. i have loved you for some time. May I stay?" Will looked into her eyes and touched her soft cheek, assuring himself this wasn't just a very happy dream. Her mouth looked ripe for kissing and he couldn't resist. He bent to her and licked her tender lips, brushing his against her mouth, feeling his heart pound. Her lips opened beneath his and his tongue slipped inside, seeking hers. They played together forever, tongues teasing, hearts pounding. Her soft body seemed made for him, fitting perfectly into him. Finally, Amanda pulled away. She stood and reached out with her hand, inviting Will to come with her. He didn't hesitate. Her tiny hand fit into his, was lost in his, yet powerfully controlled his entire being. He stood and followed her to the bedroom. The window was still opened and Will could hear the windchimes tinkling in the breeze. He and Amanda walked around the room, lighting candles and kissing, softly touching and caressing each other. The CD player was sending soft Frank Sinatra tunes into the room and they danced, close together. As they moved to the bed, they stopped and just stood together. Will was wearing briefs and was bare-chested. Amanda buried her face against his skin, inhaling him, filling herself with his essence. She looked up at him, his strong, loving face and smiled, moving back one step and becoming perfectly still. Will's fingers moved to her little pajama top. Slowly, he began opening the buttons, his fingers lovingly touching her bare flesh as he exposed it. He slid the top off her shoulders, marveling at the velvet skin, so luminous in the candlelight. His fingers explored her upper body, tracing the curves, the swells, the indentations. He cupped her breasts in his hands, holding them lovingly. His thumbs began circling her nipples, making them harden and grow taut. She looked up at him and a moan escaped her throat. She leaned into his hands, encouraging him to touch her. Everything moved as if in slow motion. Will had waited so long for Amanda that he wanted to savor every second with her, unveiling her, learning her. His hands moved slowly over her flesh, feeling the softness and the heat that was his love. His hands slid over her shoulders, feeling the perfect shape of her and she leaned into him, her erect nipples burrowing into his chest. They couldn't kiss enough, yet they wanted to touch, to explore. He spanned her back, covering her dear flesh with his outspread fingers, holding her to him. His hands moved restlessly, up and down her spine, across her shoulders, cupping her shapely ass. Finally, his fingers rested on her waistband and he tugged her cute little shorts down her hips and let them fall. Now he could caress her ass cheeks and feel the smoothness of her skin. His hands moved constantly, as if he could not touch enough. His cock throbbed and ached in his shorts. Will needed release, but was not willing to stop his exploration of Amanda. Her tiny hands touched him, burning him with their heat and softness. He felt her moving over his back, her fingers tracing his spine down into his shorts. Her hands rested on the elastic waistband and she looked at him, smiling. "Please," Will said. Her fingers gripped his shorts and she pulled, moving them down his hips, but catching them on his very erect cock. Her fingers slid over his flesh, gripping his hard dick and removing it from the trapped waistband, continuing to lower the last article of clothing between them. They stood together, just admiring the other. Amanda was everything he dreamt she would be. Her skin was golden and soft and incredibly smooth. Her breasts were beautiful, just full enough to fill his palm, with pert, taut rosy nipples. Her tummy was softly flat, curving down to a full nest of golden curls. He sat on the edge of the bed and just stared. She was perfect. Her vanilla scent filled his nostrils and her dazzling beauty made him ache with need. She stepped forward and her nipple was level with his mouth. She cupped her breast, reaching behind him and cupping his head with the other hand, guiding his mouth to her erect nipple. His eyes closed as his lips surrounded the erect skin and sucked it deeply into his mouth. He nursed like a starving child, never wanting to stop. She leaned into him, her back arched forward, moans escaping from deep in her throat, her lovely curls becoming damp with excitement. Finally, Will released the nipple, only to blindly search for the other. Amanda guided him to that neglected nipple, feeling once again the joy of his hungry mouth on her rouged skin. It seemed he would never be satisfied. Amanda had desires to fulfill also. As he nursed, she felt a small orgasm race through her, causing her to shudder and hold his face against her. She knew she needed to touch him now, give him some pleasure. She gently released his nursing mouth and pushed him back on the bed, kneeling on the floor between his legs. She kissed her way up his inner thighs, feeling him shiver with delight. She stopped at his curlies, just gently blowing on the curls and the tight balls there. She kissed his wrinkled balls, licking them and softly sucking on them. But what she wanted was throbbing above her head. Her mouth found the base of his cock, and she gently nibbled the turgid flesh there. Her lips moved up the shaft, wrapped around the best she could, but he was very large and extremely aroused. His legs spread further, allowing her better access as she licked and sucked her way up the undershaft of his erect cock. He tasted delicious. He smelled incredible. She found herself inhaling deeply as she made love to his dick. Finally, her tiny rosebud mouth reached his cockhead. It was swollen and red, glistening with pre-come. She daintily slipped her tongue out, licking the precome into her mouth with delight. Amanda looked up, finding him propped on a pillow watching her. This excited her even more. Her eyes closed as she savored his taste for the first time. She licked her lips. Slowly, her tongue traced his cock head, sliding under the rim, tickling and tantalizing him. She flattened her tongue, licking up and over the tiny eye of his cock, coaxing as much precome as she could into her mouth. Finally, her mouth closed over the head, making a tight fit under the rim, and she began just gently sucking him. His hips moved with her suction, his eyes closed and the moans filling the air. Amanda would have been happy to feel him coming in her mouth, but Will had other plans. He reached down and pulled Amanda up his body, fitting her naked flesh against his. He held her and kissed her mouth, telling her finally of his love and desire for her. His hand slid over her heated body, claiming it as his. When his fingers found her slit, he felt how swollen and wet she was for him. They were both ready and waiting longer would have been impossible. His fingers slid into her, finding her hard baby clit, massaging it for only a short time before she erupted in another small orgasm. She clutched him to her, calling out his name and thrusting against his fingers. Will rolled on top of her, but she was so tiny and he was so big, he worried he might hurt her. He settled on top of her, his thighs outside hers, his face near hers as they kissed and touched and whispered to each other. "I want you inside me, now, Will, please!", Amanda breathed. He lifted himself and slowly slipped his large cock between her thighs, and into her swollen slit. With her thighs together, he wasn't able to thrust deeply or quickly, but it was much better for her, at least the first time. His cock found her hungry pussy and slid into it easily. She gasped at his size, even with this technique, but was able to enjoy the sensation. Will moved in and out, getting a little deeper into her pink with each stroke, until she was happily meeting him, thrusting up against his hips. They kissed as they made love for the first time. His hairy chest rubbed against her excited nipples, keeping them hard and erect. As they continued, Amanda wanted more. Very carefully, without letting Will leave her pussy, they rearranged their legs, now he was between hers, able to thrust completely into her. This was what Amanda wanted, to feel her love in all his glory, filling her repeatedly. She felt an orgasm beginning again, this time in her feet, moving up her legs, the heat filling her as the spasms started deep within her. She held her breath until she couldn't wait any longer and she exploded with pleasure, calling out Will's name as her inner softness clutched his cock and throbbed against him. She pulled him even deeper than before, as her body trembled with joy and fulfillment. Will felt her spasms, and couldn't wait any longer to join her. His cock throbbed even larger, he kissed her and then he felt his come pour into her. They held each other tight as the explosions went on forever. Finally, both were breathing normally, their hearts pounding against each other, their bodies wrapped together. They turned together and snuggled, falling asleep in each other's arms for the first time. To Be Continued... The Forfeit Jake switched off his iPad and laid it on the bed beside him. He was rock hard, having just watched a cumshot compilation video on a tube porn site. It was just after 1AM, and although he had to be in his client's office at 0800 the next morning, he didn't feel tired. He needed a cigarette, and decided he would go and have one before maybe finishing himself off with another video before going to bed. He stood up, adjusted the tight material over his crotch and crossed the hotel room to pick up his pack of cigarettes. He felt wired, rather than sleepy. It had been a tough week, with a difficult client and he was annoyed that he had to stay over another night away from his family just so they could perform the software upgrade on a Saturday morning so it was fully out of hours. He was in the North of Scotland, and despite it being the middle of summer it was still cold to him. And he wouldn't get home until Saturday evening. Added to the fact he then had to travel again on Sunday night, he felt quite disgruntled. He quietly closed the door behind him and walked to the elevators. It was a chain hotel, typical of the ones he regularly stayed in although this one was slightly different in that it was attached to a shopping centre. The main entrance was on the first floor opening directly onto the upper floor of the centre, though there was a ground floor entrance which opened onto the street. He pressed the button for Lower and a minute later opened the door out into the quiet street at the side of the hotel. He felt the wind blowing between the buildings and shivered, then felt a bit stupid as two guys passed him wearing just jeans and t-shirts. He thought that he could never get used to this kind of climate, further disgruntling him as he thought of his wife and two children some 700 miles away in much warmer temperatures. Not that they'd be out at this time of night of course. He lit his cigarette, took a long drag and checked his iPhone, randomly glancing at his Facebook news feed. He could hear the sound of heels and loud laughter from around the corner, and he looked up to see five girls approaching the hotel. Taking another drag, he assessed the approaching party. It caught his eye that they were all dressed in white, and there seemed to be a lot of long, dyed blonde hair on show. He spotted the platform shoes, then the bare legs of the four of them wearing extremely short dresses. The fifth girl, the tallest, was wearing tight trousers. They stopped about 6 or 7 metres from him and he heard their loud giggling as they huddled together. He looked back at his phone, not really paying attention to it as he took another drag of his cigarette. Jake was 35, and his professional career had taken him around the country. He was used to living Monday to Thursday in hotels, so being in one on a Friday night was rare. It did occur to him that he'd seen plenty of sights over the years, but he sneaked another glance towards the group. Five young blondes in sexy outfits; he decided that a group sex video would be his next watch when he got back to his room. He took another draw on his cigarette and looked again at his phone. He heard the voices rise excitedly, then a loud burst of laughter. He kept his head down but cocked his eyes to see what was going on. One of the girls, wearing bright red shoes, had her head in her hands and was shaking her head furiously whilst the others were remonstrating wildly and laughing. He couldn't make out their words clearly, but, as the tallest girl started to walk towards him he heard her shouting back "you have to doll, it was agreed at the start." The laughter volume increased. She strode towards him, and he lifted his head. "You a'right mate?" she said in a broad Scottish accent. He didn't know the regional dialects in Scotland, but she sounded like one of the women he was working with, who was from Glasgow. Jake nodded as he took a final draw on his cigarette and flicked it away. "Ummm, yeh, not bad. You?" As she neared him, he took a closer look at her. She was taller than his own 5ft10 inches by a good 3 inches, although her platform wedge shoes made up at least 4 or 5 inches of that. She was wearing tight fitting white trousers, with a high waist, and loose fitting white top with thin shoulder straps and a deep plunging V front, giving him an uninterrupted view of her cleavage as she stopped right in front of him. She had long dyed blonde hair, dark eyebrows and long dark eyelashes. "Any chance I could scran a fag off you mate?" she asked, a wide smile on her face. He guessed that 'scran' meant borrow or have, so he nodded and opened the packet, offering it to her. She smiled and took a cigarette out, then waited expectantly for him to offer his lighter. He flicked it on and held it out to her. She bent down to light it, and he felt his cock twitch as he got a good look down her top. "Thanks," she said, standing up to her full height. "You stayin' in the hotel then?" Jake nodded. "Yes. What about you guys?" "Aye. You on holiday?" she replied. Jake let out a short laugh. "I wish. Here for work." He decided to light himself another cigarette. "Work? On a Friday night, that's a bit shit innit? Jake sighed. "Yeh, bloody client wants stuff done out of hours so I'm stuck here until tomorrow afternoon." She giggled. "Bummer mate. What do you do then?" Jake took a drag and blew the smoke upwards. "I'm an IT Consultant." The girl nodded. "Cool. Where you from?" "London," he replied. "Well, just south of London. Bloody cold up here," he laughed. She exhaled her smoke and laughed. "Aye, it's fucking freezing for us and we're frae Glasgow, so that's saying something." Jake wondered that if they were also finding it cold, they didn't seem to have dressed for it. Not a jacket in site, and plenty of bare legs and arms. She seemed to read his mind. "Freezing ma fucking tits off," she added. "But you get used to it." Jake laughed, amused by her choice language and phrase. "So, what brings you lot up here then?" She took another long drag, then glanced back to her friends. "See Sharon there, with the red shoes?" Jake looked over at the girl who had been holding her head in her hands. She was turned side on to him, still shaking her head as they all talked. She was wearing a tight fitting white dress, the main body of which had a round neckline, was sleeveless and seemed to barely cover the bottom of her ass, with a thin see-through hem of about two inches. He nodded. "She's getting married next week," the girl continued. "We're on her hen weekend. Or bachelorette party; is that what you lot call it down South?" Jake laughed. "We call it a hen party too, think bachelorette is American." The girl shrugged. "Whatever. We're here tonight and tomorrow. Started drinking at like 11 this morning so we're all pretty fucked," she grinned. Jake smiled. An image of them being fucked, not in the alcohol sense, flashed into his mind. "You had a good night, well, day and night then?" The girl nodded. "Aye, been a laugh." She grinned at him. He suddenly felt awkward. Although he was a confident person, certainly in his professional life, he often found it difficult to talk to women, especially in situations like this. In truth, he was really a bit of a geek and had very little experience of talking to girls in this context. He heard another shrill burst of laughter from the group and he suddenly felt self conscious. The girl was staring at him, like she was waiting for him to say something. "So...ummm...who is the bridesmaid?" he asked. "Me and Amanda," she replied, pointing to a girl in the group. "Her on the end, with the skirt." Jake looked over at the group again. Amanda was nearly as tall as the girl he was speaking to, with long hair falling over her shoulders in curls. She was wearing a high waisted, tight skirt and a tight top, again with thin shoulder straps and a plunging V. As she looked back at him, he saw that there was a gap between the bottom of the top and the waistband of the skirt, leaving a band of her midriff uncovered. She was wearing black ankle boots. She gave him a little wave. He waved back, feeling awkward again. "Cool. Excellent," he said, not really sure what else to say. It struck him that they all looked quite young. He glanced again at Sharon, and instinctively, added "She looks a bit young to be getting, ummm, hitched." The girl burst out laughing. "Aye, yer fucking right there. We've tried telling her like, but," she shrugged, "she's fucking daft." Jake laughed. "Tell me about it, I've been married 10 years." He tried to sound nonchalant, and he wasn't sure why he was so keen to announce he was married. "10 years aye?" she replied. "How old are you like?" "35. You gonna tell me I look older yeh?" he joked. She frowned, and squinted at him. "I thought you were younger to be honest, but 35 is no exactly old." "Thanks," he smiled. He liked her accent, even though her grammar wasn't exactly Queen's English. "How old are...ummm...you lot then, if you don't mind me asking?" The girl smiled. "I'm 22, Sharon and Amanda are 21, Stacey is 20 and Collette is 24." Jake let out an exaggerated whistle. "Yeh, way too young to be getting tied down," he laughed, despite the fact that his wife was only 23 when they'd got married. She took another draw, blew the smoke way and said, "Must be pretty shit, being away from your missus?" Jake shrugged. "I'm away a lot, so you kinda get used to it." She laughed. "Bit of hotel porn to keep you going huh?" Jake coughed, his eyes looking at the pavement. "Well..." She laughed again, interrupting him. "You get to claim in-room movies on your expenses do ya?" Jake tried to smile. He shifted his feet uncomfortably, surprised by her questioning and intuition. "Ha. I don't think my client would stretch to that," he replied, trying to remain cool. She grinned, took a final drag and threw down the cigarette butt. "This could be yer lucky night then mate." Jake looked at her, a quizzical expression on his face. He'd wondered what her motives were for coming to speak to him, and his suspicion that it wasn't just a cigarette that she wanted fleeted across his mind. "Ummm...how...how do you mean?" "I'm Gemma by the way," she said, offering her hand to him. He took it tentatively and shook it. "Jake," he replied, eyeing her cautiously. Gemma smiled, keeping hold of his hand an extra moment than was normal, before letting it go. "Well, you see, the thing is." She grinned, her expression betraying that she was about to say something out-of-the-norm. "We...ummmm...set Sharon a load of challenges, as part of her hen do." She ran her hand through her long hair. "Just daft stuff, ken what I mean?" Jake nodded, knowing that 'ken' meant know, but not really knowing what type of challenges she was referring to. "Stuff like getting a pair of pants off a bloke, snogging a traffic warden, downing a jager bomb..." her voice trailed off and she ran her hand through her hair again. "And...ummm...a few other things." She started to giggle. Jake shifted his step uncomfortably again. He wondered why she was telling him this. "Anyway, cause she was a bit of a..." she grinned, "slut when we were younger, we set a forfeit if she didnae complete all the challenges." Jake flinched as Gemma described her friend as a slut. He also wondered what she meant by younger; they were hardly old as it was. "Thing is, she only did 9 o' the 10 challenges, so she has to dae the forfeit." He'd learned enough of the Glaswegian dialect to understand that 'dae' meant 'do.' He nodded slowly. Gemma bit her lip and stared straight at him. "So...ummm...we need somebody for the forfeit." Jake felt his heart beat quicken. He wanted to know what the forfeit was of course, but he also knew that he was about to be asked to be involved in it, and something was telling him he would be wise to make a run for it. Despite his senses, he shrugged his shoulders. "Oh right. Poor...ummm...Sharon," he forced a laugh. Gemma took a visible deep breath. "So...ummmm...this could be your lucky night mate," she repeated. Jake felt his stomach churn. Against his better judgement, he found himself asking "w...what's the forfeit?" She started to chuckle, then she cast a glance back towards the group. They were now all looking at her, and he noticed that Amanda was holding on firmly to Sharon. "Well," she cleared her throat. "If she didnae do all the challenges, she has to give a stranger a blowjob." Jake gasped. "Jesus," he exclaimed, genuinely shocked. Gemma burst out laughing, and for a split second, he thought she winding him up. "Aye, she was a bit of a BJ queen at school, so its kinda fitting, don't ya think?" He quickly realised it wasn't a wind up. What did he think? He didn't know what to think. He found himself lighting another cigarette, coughing as he lit it. "Jesus," he repeated, trying to think of something appropriate to say. "And she agreed to that?" Gemma laughed again. "Aye, but she didnae know the challenges we had in store for her!" Jake took a long drag. "What...ummm...challenge did she fail then?" he asked, trying to delay the conversation returning to his inclusion in their game. Gemma grinned. "Well, she did give her panties to a bouncer in the club," she giggled. "But she chickened out o' flashing her pussy to the taxi driver." Jake shook his head in disbelief. "Are...are you serious?" She nodded. "Aye, of course. Rules are rules an' all that." Jake exhaled smoke. He was still shaking his head, taking in what he was being told. "So basically Jake," she continued, lowering her voice. "We need a stranger for Sharon to suck off, and, well...you're a stranger." He looked up to see Gemma grinning at him from ear to ear. He couldn't believe her confidence, couldn't believe the conversation, couldn't believe he was being propositioned like this. "She's fucking good at it mate," Gemma went on. "And the rules are she has to swallow." Jake gasped again. He was astonished. "I...you...I mean, are you serious? You must be having a laugh, surely?" Gemma frowned. "Err...nah. I'm being deadly seriously." She raised her eyebrows. "So, you want to get sucked off by ma mate?" Jake looked to the side of her, straight at Sharon. She was stood with a grim expression on her face, but all he could think of was that there weren't any panties under that dress. He felt his cock twitch, and cursed himself. "Fuck...look, I'm flattered, obviously. But...well, I'm, I'm married. And..." he made a point of checking his watch. "It's nearly 1.30...and...well, I've got to be in the office at 8." Gemma sighed. "Awww come on. You'll be having a wank to a porn movie anyways, wouldn't it be better to get off wi' a blowie instead?" Jake groaned. She was right after all; he would most definitely be going straight to his room to load a movie and wank himself off. And of course, a blowjob from Sharon would be...well, incredible, but his head was spinning. He was married; he'd never cheated on his wife; but then he'd never been so directly propositioned. He'd regret his decision either way, he knew that for sure. His cock twitched again. "Wow." He rubbed his hand across his chin. "W...what about Sharon though? Is she...ummm...happy with all this?" Gemma sighed again, and he sensed she was frustrated at him. She turned around and beckoned for the group to come forward. Jake's stomach was in knots. "Right girls, this is Jake," she said. "Jake, this is Collette, Stacey, Amanda and, of course, Sharon," she said, pointing to the girls in turn. They were all beaming smiles, apart from Sharon. Jake looked at the girls. He looked at Collette, the only one he hadn't been able to clearly see yet. She was wearing a thin white dress, which bunched around the waist and had loose fitting sleeves. It was the least sexy of the outfits, but with high heeled white platforms and long skinny legs, bare to three quarters up her thigh, hair swept back into a long pony tail and bright red lipstick, she was still attractive. Stacey was the shortest of the group, again with a tight fitting short white dress, bare arms, slightly chunky legs and black high heeled shoes. "Hi," he said, aware of how meek his voice was. He didn't know where to look. "Shazza babe," Gemma laughed. "Jake here is going to be your forfeit." Sharon glared at her friend as the others all squealed with laughter. There were comments, but he didn't hear any of them. "Hang on, I didn't say..." he protested, but was instantly interrupted by Collette. "Fuck Gems, you're fucking mental babe." She was grinning gleefully. "He's a'right Shaz. She could have picked a munter y'know." Jake forced a smile, appreciating that he was at least deemed 'all right.' He looked at Sharon. "Your...ummmm...friends have really got it on for you huh?" She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Aye, fucking sluts," she hissed, looking around her friends before they all, Sharon included, burst out laughing. Again, he had the sudden feeling it was all just a wind up. "They won't let you roll over your challenge to tomorrow then?" he asked, forcing himself to laugh and to at least try not to appear a bumbling idiot. "Nae fucking chance," retorted Amanda. "By this time tomorrow she's gonna be fucking comatosed, man!" She had an even stronger Glaswegian accent, that made him flinch slightly. They were all laughing again. She looked him up and down. He felt his cock twitch as he looked at her. The bare skin between her skirt and top was tight, and the tightness of her deep V made her cleavage even more pronounced than Gemma's. "She'll be either so pissed she'll have passed oot, or we'll be tying her doon an' gettin' some fucker to shag her brains oot!" she added. Jake winced. Her dialect and the sheer smutiness of her comments marked her out as the 'dirty' one in the group. For a split second, he wished she'd been the one on offer. "Are we doing this or no then?" said Sharon huffily. Jake looked at her. She had a wide face, heavily made up eye makeup and a small mouth with lipstick to match her shoes. His cock twitched again. Her dress clung tightly to her small frame, but her boobs looked large and full against the material. He couldn't make out if she was wearing a bra, and he gulped at the realisation she had no underwear on. She had great legs too, their whiteness accentuated by those bright red shoes. "I...well...if...if you're sure..." he found himself muttering. She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. "I dinnae have a fucking choice mate," she snapped. Jake gulped. He took a final drag of his cigarette and threw the butt away, trying to think of a way of getting out of this situation. "Where then?" he heard Collette say. "Sharon's room," Gemma replied, grabbing his arm. Before he could protest, he was pulled towards the door. His mind was reeling, trying to comprehend what was happening, and before he knew it, he was in the lift with the five girls. He stood in the lift, unable to speak as the girls chatted excitedly. Stunned by the surreality of the situation, he found himself walking along the corridor, briefly realising he was on the same floor as his own room. As he passed his door, he considered just quickly diverting to safety, but in moment he was hearing the click of the door close as he was hustled into a room identical to his own. He looked around, noting the make up bags on the desk and clothes strewn on the floor. "Right, keep the noise down girls," he heard Gemma say authoritatively. "We dinnae want to be chucked oot!" They all giggled. He took a few steps towards the window, trying to control his rapid increasingly breathing. A pit of nerves swirled in his stomach. He pictured his wife, and internally cursed himself for not being stronger. How had he let himself get into this situation. I need to stop this, he thought. The Forfeit "Go on then Shaz," he heard Amanda saying, looking up to see her push Sharon towards him. "Fucking settle Mands," growled Sharon, as she turned to look at the girls who were circling her. She looked at Gemma. "Fucking...biiiaaatchh." Jake took a deep breath; maybe she was going to stop this craziness right now. He gulped as she saw Gemma grin, then nod. "You know what you have to do girl." Sharon looked at Jake. A thin smile fleeted across her lips. "Fucking lucky bastard tonight aren't ya mate?" She took two steps towards him and he gasped as her hands took a firm hold of his belt. He stiffened, conscious he almost shaking. In a swift movement, she unbuckled his belt. As her fingers started to unbutton his jeans, he realised his cock was soft. He opened his mouth to protest; to say he was married and really he shouldn't be doing this, but Sharon's fingers worked too quickly. He took a deep breath, feeling his jeans being pulled down over his hips and down to his knees. God he suddenly felt nervous. He looked at the girls, who were all grinning from ear to ear as they watched their friend. It was OK he wasn't hard, he thought. That might've seemed over enthusiastic, but then it hit him that he was so nervous, maybe he wouldn't get hard. How embarrassing would that be? And what, oh no, he couldn't bear to think it? What if he came prematurely? He'd been close when he'd watched that last movie. What if the sensation of her mouth on his cock brought him straight back to that moment? He'd never experienced anything like this. Never been sucked off in front of a group of girls. How would he react? He gasped as Sharon sharply pulled down his briefs. He heard shrieks from the girls, and realised they had all stepped closer to see. He looked down to see Sharon roll her eyes as she took hold of his limp cock between her thumb and forefinger. "I'll no be choking on this," she laughed, pulling his cock forward. Jake groaned. He was so nervous, his cock had shrunk to it's smallest state, barely 3 inches. He heard laughter, and felt himself blush, his heart thumping in his chest as he realised how far out of his comfort zone he was. He wanted to say something; to explain that he was nervous, that this was wrong, that he didn't really want to cheat on his wife, that he wasn't normally this soft or small. Anything to take away the embarrassment. But he was frozen on the spot, and he couldn't engage his brain quickly enough to speak. "Dinnae worry mate," he heard Amanda laugh. "Shazza'll fucking suck it till it's hard." He looked at her meekly. She was by far the sexiest looking of the group, but it made no difference to his cock as Sharon squeezed it with her fingers and started to wank him. Sharon squatted down and he flinched as he felt her lips on his shaft, swallowing hard as she clamped them down on him and started to bob her head. Her fingers gripped him tightly, and she started to suck. "Fucking BJ queen!" Gemma giggled. Jake closed his eyes, forcing himself to try and relax. He felt her forehead push against him as she easily took his cock fully in her mouth, her fingers sliding down to massage his ball sac. Why wasn't he getting hard? He felt her tongue, then her teeth scraping on his member. What's wrong with me? He pushed his hips forward, hoping that the fucking motion would help, but he felt tense, despite his legs shaking. She bobbed her head more furiously for a few moments, before pulling her mouth off him, her fingers again taking a firm grip on the base of his flaccid shaft. "What's wrong with you mate?" she said, looking up at him with an annoyed expression on her face. "I...I don't know," he stammered. "It's just...this...it's all just...a bit surreal." Sharon rolled her eyes and looked back towards her friends. "Mands, show him your tits or something," she demanded, before again pushing her mouth back over his cock. "Awww...you needin' my help to get that dick hard, hun?" giggled Amanda. Jake looked at her as she stepped forward to his right and with no hesitation slipped the straps off her shoulders. He exhaled as she shuffled her top down and her boobs popped free. "You like the look of these then mate?" she grinned, cupping her boobs. "Oh fuck," he groaned as he stared at the 21 year old's firm, perfect breasts. He felt his cock twitch, and to his relief, felt that he was starting to harden. With her thumb and forefinger, Sharon wanked him rapidly while she sucked him, bobbing her head. "Aye, he fucking loves ma tits, don't ya Jakey boy." Amanda chuckled. He nodded, breaking his gaze to look at the other girls, seeing them all wide eyed and grinning. He groaned as Sharon tightened her mouth on him, peeling her head back until his cock popped out of her mouth, before taking him back between her lips and repeating it. Gemma took a step closer, on his left side, peering down to look at his cock. "Getting there?" Jake looked down; his cock was certainly an inch or so bigger, but it was still way short of his usual fully erect length and nowhere near hard. "Show him your tits then," Amanda hissed. Jake looked at Gemma, his eyes wide open as Gemma rolled hers, then slipped the straps off her shoulders. As her loose top flopped down to her waist, her boobs came to his full view. Bigger than Amanda's, with large pink areolas. It struck him that neither girl had been wearing a bra. She looked over at Gemma and grinned, then took a step closer to him. "Want a feel?" she asked. Jake coughed, swallowed hard despite his mouth being bone dry and nodded, slowly raising his hand to touch her boob. He moaned softly as he felt the firm flesh in the palm of his hand. Sharon took his cock fully in her mouth, and he looked down to see her cheeks pull in as she sucked him vigourously. He felt his cock start to twitch again. Suddenly, Amanda took his right hand and pulled it straight onto her left boob. "You want to fucking squeeze ma tits?" Jake did as instructed, splaying his fingers and grabbing the soft, tight boob, feeling her nipple against his palm. With a boob in each hand, he looked straight at Collette and Stacey, his eyes falling to their bare legs. Did they still have their panties on, he wondered. He looked down at Sharon, cocking his head to the side to see her tight thighs, her dress riding up as she crouched. He pictured her bare pussy, and as he gripped the boobs in his hands he suddenly felt his cock twitch sharply. Sharon was gripping his base tightly, and he felt his cock rapidly harden. Oh thank god, he was nearly fully erect. Sharon wrapped her full hand around his shaft, clamping her lips shut as she wanked him while she sucked. He felt his foreskin tightening, her hand tugging him almost to the point it peeled back over his cockhead. She bobbed her head and he groaned, bucking his hips gently into her, fucking her mouth. He looked back around him. Fuck, this was incredible. Gemma was grinning, pushing her boobs into his hand. Collette was biting her lip, Stacey wide eyed and looking as shocked as he felt. His gaze fell on Amanda. "Go on mate, fuck her mouth," she said harshly. He bucked his hips again and suddenly felt his body tighten. He squeezed the boobs harder. "Aye, you fucking like squeezing ma tit. You wanna suck it? You wanna suck ma tits?" Amanda grinned. She licked her lips and he suddenly gasped. "Oh fuckkkk!" he groaned. Sharon's hand pulled his foreskin back, her mouth sunk over his cock and he realised he couldn't hold back. "Oh shit, oh fuck," he stammered. He felt himself tense, and then with a loud groan, he shuddered, feeling his orgasm rip through him beyond his control. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuucccckkkk," he exclaimed as he ejaculated in Sharon's mouth. His hands fell from the boobs he was holding as his body convulsed, jabbing his cock forward as he came. He felt three strong spurts and heard Sharon gag. She kept her head over him as he spurted again, before he held still as the remainder of his cum drained from his cock. He was gasping for air as Sharon pulled her head back. "Oh fuck, he jizzed in her mouth!" shrieked Gemma. He heard an outbreak of gasps and giggles from the girls. Sharon fell to her knees, turning to face the girls as they crowded round. She leaned her head back and they all shrieked as they saw his cum in her open mouth. "Aye fuck, that's a proper load that is!" laughed Amanda. "Swallow, swallow, swallow," came a hissed chant, started by Gemma and accompanied by Collette and Stacey. Sharon raised her hands above her head and gulped, gagged, and gulped again before opening her mouth. More gleeful shrieks followed, and Jake knew she'd swallowed his load and was showing them her empty mouth. He stepped backwards, still disbelieving what had happened. Sharon spun round to face him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You might have fucking warned me mate. Nearly fucking choked." She looked angry "I...I'm sorry," he replied apologetically, quickly pulling his briefs and jeans back up. "I didn't...I mean, it just...kinda happened." Sharon rolled her eyes, then stood up, turning to face Gemma. "At least you picked a quick one," she laughed. The girls started giggling and Jake felt his cheeks flush. Gemma and Amanda both pulled their tops back into place. "Sorry babe, that was probs ma fault," jeered Amanda. "I told him to suck ma tits and he obviously couldnae handle it!" Jake grimaced as they all laughed again. "Look, I'm sorry about that ok? It was all, you know, a bit of a surprise and..." he looked at Gemma. "Well, you know how it is, that hotel porn must've got me...ummm...a bit..." his voice trailed off. He'd hoped to make a confident, cheeky remark but instead he felt ashamed. He'd failed to get hard quickly and the moment he had, he'd shot his load. Gemma smiled at him and winked. He nodded, appreciating that she understood what he was saying. He forced a smile. "Well, hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend." He looked at Sharon, then added "and good luck with the...ummm...wedding." It suddenly struck him how crazy that was, wishing luck to a bride-to-be who had just given him a blowjob. Sharon flashed him a brief smile, then walked to the bathroom. Jake took a glance at each of the girls, nodded and quietly said "well...thanks." He walked towards the door, deciding not to look back. He heard them start to chat amongst themselves again and he quietly slipped from the room. He wouldn't need his iPad now, and although he felt embarrassed and ashamed and guilty, he also felt tired. It was 1.45AM exactly when he returned to his room. He crashed onto his bed, furious at how pathetically he had performed, and as he fell asleep, his mind was full of what it would have been like to suck Amanda's amazing tits. END. The Forfeit Ch. 2 John was sent to a northern post in a busy city, bustling with industry and people. His company was the home office for the business and he was immediately sucked into huge deals and mergers. He landed on his feet, making some incredibly lucrative transactions in his first months. The pace was frenetic. He was assigned to a team already in tune with each other, already in sync. He had to jump in and try to assimilate their rhythm and pace. It was difficult to do, but exciting at the same time. The team consisted of five other lawyers, all roughly his age, all with prestigious degrees and families. The men, Jared, Patrick, Oliver, and Noah, were nearly carbon copies of himself. Handsome, assured, intelligent and pleasant. The lone woman, Judith, was cool and aloof. She gave exactly what was needed from her and did not feel she should be social in any way. Even her name sent shivers down his spine. He could not look at her face without feeling immature and unworthy. As the days passed, John found matching points with the other team members. Most of them were avid squash players, several liked theater, three of them were golf pros. They began spending off hours together, handsome, desirable men, the eligible cream of the company. They were quite a sight, these men. Everywhere they went, they created a stir. Women made up reasons to approach them, to talk with them. John was used to being with Will, his pal, and being nearly invisible. Now, he was the center of attention, and he found it enjoyable. The five of them spent much of their weekends and evenings together. It became a game to see how many women handed them phone numbers or offered them a free drink. Many evenings included offers for a night together. While John didn't usually accept the offers, he was flattered all the same. Sometimes, as he watched his pals meet and go home with gorgeous women, he wondered why he was so reluctant. The women were lovely, charming and intelligent. They offered a good time without any strings, but somehow, it just didn't appeal to John. So he would return to his apartment alone each night. Often he would find Will online and they would chat, continuing the discussions that kept them awake all night at University. But then, Will met Amanda, and was not as available as much. Instead, he wrote long letters describing Amanda and her many wondrous assets. He was so in love, and John was his confidante. John was the first to know that Will was staying with Amanda, nursing her back to health. John was also the first to know that they had finally realized their love for each other. He was happy for his friend, but a little envious too. That was what kept him from accepting the offers of the women. He didn't want a one nighter, or even a few fun hours in bed. He wanted someone like Amanda, someone to love and who would love him. He mentioned this to the other guys, but they seemed happy being on the receiving end of exciting nights. Everything remained the same, yet everything changed. It wasn't as much fun to go out with the guys and be admired and wanted. John kept thinking there was a woman out there who would complete him, fulfill him, make him happy and content. So he partied, but without as much enthusiasm. He kept more to himself, trying to avoid the hungry eyes of the women on patrol. He began spending more time at work. He could be found in his office late in the evenings. The alternative was his lonely apartment or the clubs, and neither appealed to him. Judith was often at the office in the evenings too. She moved about efficiently, doing her work with little interaction, keeping her distance. John tried to be polite and social, but she was disinterested. It was silly, really, that two people with so much in common couldn't have a decent conversation, but Judith just seemed too detached to approach. John wrote out his frustrations to Will, which was the same as sending a paper airplane off a tall building. Will was so totally in love with Amanda that everything seemed to be permanently rose-colored. He would receive John's E-mails and reply with stories about Amanda. John was frustrated, but he wanted to be that happy, that content. One night, he sat in his office, working on a merger, and feeling lonely. Truly lonely. He wondered if his heart would ever be full, his soul safely in the possession of a loving woman. As he stared at the brightly-lit skyline, he heard sobs. Faint at first, they grew louder, harsher. He sat very still, wondering who was in the office this late and what he should do. It would be impolite to interrupt someone, but then, maybe he could help. He stood up and walked from his office, following the sad sound. He approached Judith's office slowly, noting the door was not quite shut. Now he was really hesitant. Judith had made it very plain that she was not interested in the normal office chitchat and interaction. Her icy reserve had been directed at him more than a few times. He felt sure she wouldn't want to spend time with anyone when she was so upset. But he couldn't just ignore her grief. He walked up to the door and rapped lightly. He heard the crying stop, he heard her hold her breath. "Judith, it is John. May I come in, please? Maybe I can help. I am a nice guy and I have broad shoulders. I am also a great listener. Please, may I come in?" To his surprise, the door opened and Judith stood before him. She was tall and slender with uniquely red hair that she usually wore up in a very professional bun. Her eyes were generally hidden by large, dark-rimmed glasses. Now, with her glasses off, John was immediately mesmerized by her pale green eyes, sparkling with tears. Most women looked a mess when they cried, but Judith was not most women. She looked lovely. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes luminous. Her hair had come partially undone, with long, curling tendrils framing her face. She wore no makeup now, and freckles were lightly sprinkled over her nose and cheeks. A faint spicy scent reached his nostrils as he moved closer. She looked very accessible and sweet. She was still sniffling. "Thank you, John, for the offer. I am all right. I have just received some unsettling news and I reacted badly. I am fine now." Even as she said this, Judith started to sob again, her whole body crumpling toward the floor. John moved forward and caught her arms, pulling her against him. Suddenly, she didn't seem cold and forbidding. Tonight she seemed extremely soft and fragile. He guided her to the large leather sofa against the far wall of the office, lowering her to the cushions. She held tightly to his hand, seeming unwilling to break the link with another person. He sat beside her, holding her hand and waiting. For the first time, he noticed the large diamond on her finger. She seemed to see it at the same time. She held her hand out and just stared at her left hand. Her laugh was harsh and quick. "Simon" was all she said. John waited, taking slow deep breaths, preparing himself to be the listener he promised to be. She continued staring at her hand, finally releasing John long enough to twirl the ring on her finger. She slowly removed it and held it clasped in her palm. Her breathing was hiccupy and uneven. Suddenly, she raised her arm and threw the ring across the room, where it bounced off the huge window overlooking the city and landing somewhere in the thick carpet. Her sobs started anew. John reached for her, pulling her soft body into his arms, patting her back and whispering comforting soft sounds into her ear. He caught a few words, "Simon, waiting, back, woman, gone, over...." between the fresh onslaught of tears. He sat there, holding this woman, gentling her, comforting her, wishing he could make everything better. Her tears slowed. She allowed him to hold her, warm her. She listened when he spoke, her eyes locked with his. Judith molded her body to his, feeling secure in his arms. Her breathing became more normal, with tiny sobs still shaking her occasionally. She relaxed against him, her arms around his chest, still murmuring, still shaken. Then, when he thought she couldn't possibly have more tears in her body, Judith fell asleep. A deep, restorative sleep. She curled into John and found the comfort she needed. He held her as she slept, not daring to move or even shift on the sofa. Sometime during the vigil, John also fell asleep, but lightly, ready to do whatever Judith needed from him. When he woke, John was lying full length on the leather sofa, a soft afghan thrown over him. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee filled his nostrils. He turned his head and saw Judith, sitting at her desk. It was as if last night had never happened. She was crisp and fresh, her clothes starched, her hair perfectly in place. The black-framed glasses shielded her eyes. She was busily typing on her computer, her back straight and stiff. When John moved to get up, she turned. "Good morning, John. I thought you might sleep the day away. Obviously, you are not used to long work sessions. You crashed long before we finished...." To Be Continued... The Forfeit Ch. 3 Judith woke in the early morning hours, stiff from not moving. She opened her eyes and saw John, close beside her, holding her, and sound asleep. She remembered the night, the tears, the comfort. Carefully, she slid from his arms and looked down at him. He did seem nice, he had been very kind and considerate with her last night. But that was last night. Her experience with men told her he would use this to his advantage, slipping into her life through this one lapse of judgment on her part. She gathered clean clothes and her purse and went upstairs to the company gym. She worked out for about an hour, feeling the stiffness slip away, trying to work the pain out of her heart. In the shower, she stood for a long while under the hot spray, trying to cleanse her soul of Simon and his faithlessness. She dressed, fixed her hair and make up, and headed back to her office. Her secretary had already arrived and started brewing the strong coffee that Judith preferred. She entered her office to find John stretched out on the couch, sleeping peacefully. She covered him with a soft throw, watching him carefully, wondering if he could possibly be as nice as he seemed. Then she thought of Simon and her heart hardened against men. All men. She tried to work, pulling up various contracts that she was negotiating. But her gaze always returned to John, his face soft and sweet with sleep. She thought of the kindness of his words, the warmth of his arms. She found herself smiling at him, and caught herself. "Men are slime. They want only one thing and when they get it, they move on. They are vile creatures and not worthy of my time. I don't need or want to be with another man ever again!" These are the thoughts she forced through her mind, distancing and hardening herself against a sleeping John. When he woke, John was lying full length on the leather sofa, a soft afghan thrown over him. The delicious aroma of fresh coffee filled his nostrils. He turned his head and saw Judith, sitting at her desk. It was as if last night had never happened. She was crisp and fresh, her clothes starched, her hair perfectly in place. The black-framed glasses shielded her eyes. She was busily typing on her computer, her back straight and stiff. When John moved to get up, she turned. "Good morning, John. I thought you might sleep the day away. Obviously, you are not used to long work sessions. You crashed long before we finished....." John shook his head, and looked at Judith. He well remembered the night before, and it didn't involve any work. But for some reason, she needed to believe last night hadn't happened. And she needed to believe that he would play along. He smiled at her, almost disarming her, and gave a low chuckle. "You are absolutely right. I am not used to all-nighters anymore. I hope I was of some used to you before I crashed." Judith watched him carefully. He was not smirking or acting like he knew a secret he was eager to tell. He stood up, stretched, and walked to the coffee pot. Pouring himself a cup of the aromatic brew, he turned to her and smiled. "Thanks for the coffee and the help last night. I will follow your advice and bring the amended contract in later today. See you, Judith." He walked out of her office, moving down the hall to his own. Once inside, he called his secretary and asked that his calls be held. Then he settled in his desk chair, staring out at the brilliant day, rerunning the entire night in his mind. He knew that Judith had been hurt badly. He could understand that she hated men right now and could not stand to seem weak or vulnerable. So, he would try to adapt, try to be her ally. He couldn't help feeling concern for her. He was willing to bide his time until she would trust him and want his friendship. He spent the rest of his day in the office, reviewing and revising some paperwork. He had lunch at his desk and worked straight through until mid-afternoon. Noah stopped by and invited him to join the guys that night at a new club that was getting rave reviews. But John did not have the heart to spend the night with flirty, slightly drunken women. "I don't feel like going out tonight, but a few hours of squash sounds good. Interested? I am in the mood to smash something. I can leave now." John stood and left the office, heading up to the gym with Noah. Once on the court, he found that sending the ball hurtling to the wall was very satisfying, especially if he called the ball "Simon". He lost himself in the game, running and playing hard, enjoying the nearly painful exertion. Later, in the showers, his mind returned to Judith and how he could become her friend. He stayed home that night. He was tempted to return to the office, but felt he should keep his distance from Judith for a few days, not push himself on her. Over the next few days, he made a point of saying hello to her, smiling quietly when their paths crossed. If they both worked late, he would drop in and offer her a sandwich or a drink. Mostly, he kept away, never insinuating that he was worthy of her friendship. Judith noticed his reserve. She was pleased he didn't push himself into her life, didn't feel he had earned entry because of that one night. So, she melted a little. If he smiled in passing, she smiled back. Once she was the first to say hello. She began accepting his offer of food or a drink in the lonely late hours at the office. It began slowly. It took weeks. But, little by little, they moved into a tentative friendship. Enough that John could actually venture speaking an entire sentence to her without fearing that cool disdain. Occasionally, they sat beside each other at meetings. They found they had similar strategies. They even laughed together once. John found all this very encouraging. He also found himself entranced by Judith. It might not be the fairytale story of Will and Amanda, but it was his story and he remembered it all carefully, wanting to tell his grandchildren what a challenge their grandmother had been. It was clear to him that he was courting her, wooing her, gentling her. He noticed when they were sitting together that she had the scent of soft flowers surrounding her. Her skin was luminous in a way that only redheads achieved. Her eyes, when directed at him, glowed with an inner light that was a wonder to behold. More and more, he stayed home at night, writing his thoughts to Will, relieved to be able to express his feelings to someone. He certainly couldn't tell Judith. It was too soon. He had to wait for the proper time, the proper place. Then it happened. A transaction with a firm in Italy was on the table. They spent hours on transatlantic calls and teleconferences, but the final details would not come together. The only solution was to send a team to Italy, to meet and talk face to face about the conclusion of the deal. When the announcement was made, John was thrilled to find that he and Judith had been selected for the trip. Judith was less than thrilled. She was concerned. Her feelings for John had been changing over the weeks. She didn't see him as a threat anymore, rather as an ally. But he was allowing her space and time to feel comfortable with him, and traveling thousands of miles with him would jeopardize that process. She spent many hours thinking over their relationship and realized he was a good man, and would certainly know how to handle this situation also. So she decided to trust him. At the airport, he was helpful and friendly. On the flight, he sat beside her, but did not invade her personal space or force her into conversation. If she talked to him, he listened attentively, but never really initiated chat. They rode in companionable silence to the hotel and he assisted her to her room, making sure she was comfortably settled before leaving her for his own quarters. In meetings, they worked well together. Their minds ran in the same lines, they almost said the same sentences, and grew adept at finishing each other's thoughts. They were able to complete the transaction in just a few days, leaving them some time for sightseeing before the flight home. Judith knew she would have to make the first move. That night, after a celebratory dinner with the Italians, she and John walked back to the hotel. She slipped her hand onto his arm, walking beside him, matching his long strides. They took the long way, seeing for the first time, some of the lovely city. "Tomorrow, we could go sightseeing, if you like, John. I have never been here and I know there are many beautiful buildings and museums. We could even go shopping, if you need to buy something for your special someone." John took his time considerintg her suggestion. Then, he smiled and accepted. "You could help me purchase something she might like, I hope. I want the gift to be something she would really want. Judith, that sounds perfect. Thank you." Each was silent then, just walking together and enjoying the beautiful city. John was thinking that Simon must have been incredibly stupid to let Judith get away. She was a delightful mix of intelligence, charm and loveliness not often found in one woman. He liked the fact that she was able to hold her own in any group and could take the lead if needed. It didn't hurt that she was tall and willowy and beautiful. Judith was remembering his kindness that first night months ago. She quickly thought of all the days since then, and could find no fault with his behavior. Perhaps John was the one man who wasn't a creep underneath, perhaps he was the one man made for her. If that was so, she intended to find out. She was dismayed that he so quickly accepted her help for his "special someone". She had been hoping there was no one in his life. If he had someone, she needed to stay clear of a romance with him. At the hotel, they each returned to their empty rooms, to dream about love that was true and a partner to soothe their lonely hearts. The next morning, they met for breakfast and began their day of sightseeing. Without discussion, they both had dropped their corporate demeanor and decided to just be American tourists on vacation. It was a great day. They walked, took pictures, bought souvenirs and ate delicious local food all day. Judith seriously helped him search for the perfect gift to take home. John watched her carefully, knowing the gift he wanted was for her. Finally, at the end of the day, in a tiny store, they found it. In almost the last case of jewelry, just before they turned to go, Judith spotted an antique ring. The stone was a replica of her singular green eyes, the setting simple, elegant. She slipped it on her long slender finger and it looked perfect against her pale skin. John felt his heart bump. He wanted the ring and he knew she loved it. It was perfect. After that purchase, they walked back to the hotel. They had one day left before they flew home. Walking slowly, their bodies moving in unison, they talked easily about how nice the day had been. Judith seemed to be allowing him closer, letting down her cool reserve. John basked in the warmth of her friendship. Initially, they had planned on going to their rooms. But once at the hotel, the sounds of a jazz band in the bar lured them. They stood in the doorway for a few minutes, enjoying the music, and then agreed to meet in an hour for a drink and some entertainment. In her room, Judith ran a tub of scented bubbles. She slowly slipped down in the tub, allowing the warm water to relax her tired muscles. Her mind raced, thoughts of Simon and his faithlessness intertwined with thoughts of John and his "special someone". Wouldn't she be just as bad as Simon if she allowed something to develop tonight with John? He belonged to someone, someone who made his eyes light and his smile glow with thoughts of her. Judith vowed to be a good woman, and just remain friends with John, not allowing her burgeoning feelings to surface. She was still dwelling on this promise as she began dressing. The lacy demi-bra made her breasts nearly spill forth. The matching panties allowed her red curlies to show through. Then she approached her closet. She reached for the emerald green "just in case" dress she had packed. It was slim, appearing to mold to her body, her creamy breasts escaping the low neckline, the abbreviated skirt showcasing her long, shapely legs. Even in the strappy heels, she knew she would not be too tall for John. She liked that. Growing up long and lanky, she had towered over most men. But she seemed made for John, and enjoyed looking up at him. She pulled her long hair into a shiny clip, letting small tendrils frame her face. Before leaving, she walked through a cloud of her favorite scent, wrapping herself in the flowery perfume. John was already in the bar when she arrived. He stood politely, his face lit with appreciation and happiness. He took her hand and pulled out her chair, making sure she was settled comfortably before sitting down himself. The jazz was great, perfect. He ordered a bottle of wine and expertly poured her glass. They toasted their successful negotiations and then sipped the delicious liquid. Judith felt the warmth spread through her, felt her cheeks flush and, suddenly realized, felt a tingle between her legs. After a few more numbers, the bands changed. Now the group played music from the 40's. Soft, romantic tunes that people sang to their lovers. John asked her to dance, standing, offering his hand. She slipped her slender one into his, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor. For the first time, they nestled their bodies together, feeling how well they fit, how nicely their bodies matched and meshed. Judith rested her cheek on his chest, listening as he softly sang along with the lovely music. He seemed to be singing the words to her. She felt her heart lighten and beat faster, felt her breath catching. His arms felt so right around her, she wanted to stay here forever. Then, she thought of the ring and his face as he spoke of his special woman. She couldn't be like Simon, couldn't destroy a relationship. She pulled away from John, looking sad and lost. "I have to go, John. Thank you for the wine and the dance. I will see you in the morning." She quickly turned and walked away, leaving behind the man she had grown to admire and love. To Be Continued... The Forfeit Ch. 4 The Forfeit, Ch. 4, The Ring John stood in the bar, watching the woman he loved as she walked away. He felt she might change her mind and turn back, but she was resolute. He returned to the table, and sipped his wine, but the joy had gone from the evening. He wondered what he had done, why she had run from him. John watched all the lovers dancing for a few moments, then sadly stood and left the bar, returning to his lonely room. Judith stepped into her suite, walking directly to the balcony, opening the door and stepping outside. She stood above the twinkling city lights, mourning the loss of John. She now knew he was everything she wanted, she needed. Even as her thoughts turned to the love she felt for him, she remembered his face as he purchased the emerald ring for his special woman. If he shared tonight with Judith, tomorrow his mind and heart would be back with his true love. Sighing deeply, Judith walked into the bedroom, and began getting ready for bed. Mournfully, she removed her finery, carefully hanging the dress in the closet. She opened her dresser drawer and removed a gossamer gown, slipping it over her head and feeling it float into place, brushing her toes. She climbed into bed, putting on her large eyeglasses and opening her novel, trying to lose herself in someone else, someplace else. The book couldn't keep her attention. Her heart hurt and her mind was a jumble of thoughts. She closed her eyes, and, being so very tired, fell asleep. John slowly returned to his room, changing into pajama pants, getting ready for bed. Standing on the balcony, shirtless and barefoot, he gazed unseeingly at the city, wondering just what had happened. The day had been so wonderful. They had talked and laughed and shopped all day. Even eating food from vendors had been fun, trying new dishes and feeding each other. Everything was perfect. Judith had even helped him pick out the ring.....damn, the ring! That was when everything changed. Of course, she thought he had a "special" someone, she thought he had purchased a ring for that special woman. And being Judith, she would never interfere with that sacred relationship! John almost laughed with relief. Judith was being noble. Wonderful, lovely, sweet Judith was staying away from him, even when she didn't want to! John quickly walked across his suite and out the door. Without even noticing his wardrobe, he moved hurriedly to Judith's room and knocked loudly. It startled Judith awake and she jumped from the bed. It took her a moment to realize where she was and what was happening. "Who is it?" she called. John quickly replied and asked her to please open the door. Still half-asleep, Judith opened the door, amazed to see the very proper John in a state of undress. He strode into her suite, closing the door firmly behind him. Looking at Judith, he was nearly immobilized with desire. His beautiful Judith, standing before him in a sheer blue gown, full and long, but only highlighting the desirability of her body. Her hair was a tumble of curls and her cheeks were flushed with sleep. He took off her glasses and set them on the chest, then reached for her hand and walked across the room to the huge overstuffed chair by the bed. He sat down and pulled Judith onto his lap. Every woman dreams of this, the grand romantic gesture. Sitting on her lover's lap, being swept into his arms and carried, being swung in the air and treated as a weightless feather. Judith had dreamed of it also. But being tall had precluded it from happening. She always pictured herself on a man's lap, but saw herself looking all gangly and awkward. She tried to sit on Simon's lap once, but he made a comment about the crease in his pants and she was deeply hurt. Now, because John was so much taller and bigger than Judith, she was able to snuggle down against him and feel warmth and protection. His arms circled her, holding her close, his chin rested on her hair. She could feel his heart pounding under her cheek, smell his delicious scent. She relaxed against him, quite certain she was home, that she would never want to be anywhere else. Her eyes drifted close, her breathing matched his and she was nearly asleep in the safety of his arms. He knew the minute that she remembered the ring. She went from being softly wrapped around him to being rigid and pulling away. She looked up at him, her lips beginning to form words of protest. But John couldn't wait any longer. He leaned forward and kissed her delectable lips, pulling them gently into his mouth, sucking softly on her full, lower lip. He tasted faintly of the wine and mouthwash and his own intrinsic flavor. Her mouth opened beneath his, her tongue tentatively sought entrance. He allowed her time to explore, to feel the texture of him, the warmth. His hands opened on her back, holding her close to him, her awakened nipples brushing on his bare chest. Her head twisted, trying to find the best position to enjoy his moving lips and tongue. She made tiny moans deep in her throat. Her hands slipped into his hair, combing it with her fingers, touching him as a starving woman, needing human contact, needing his contact. They feasted on each other forever. Kissing in new ways, teaching and learning, falling into the joy of being together, of finally being together as they both wanted. John could not believe the pleasure he received from just holding her, just kissing her. He was locked into this place and time, never thinking ahead, not wanting more. Just this. The delicate touch of Judith's mouth on his, the completeness he had only dreamed about. While he was content to be here, like this, for the rest of their lives, Judith wanted more. She had nearly let him walk away, had walked away herself! Now, if tonight was the only night she would have with John, she wanted it all. She pulled back, looked into his loving eyes, held his face in her hands, and spoke slowly. "I know you have someone at home. I also know how important the bonds of trust are in a relationship. I was willing to let you go, to be without you rather than disrupt your life. But I can't. I want just tonight, just this night with you and I will never ask for more. Would that be possible?" John was so overcome with love that he couldn't speak. Holding her close, he stood and carried Judith to the huge bed. He lowered her carefully, lying beside her and keeping her near him. The delicate fabric of her gown tickled his bare chest. Her nipples rubbed against him. The flowery scent he would always associate with her filled his nostrils. Lying against her, he could feel her breath on his flesh, nearly hear her heart pounding against him. She continued to watch him, waiting for his decision, intense need throbbing through her body. So many thoughts filled John's mind. He wanted her, but fully, completely, with all lies gone. He wanted to tell the tale to his grandchildren of how their grandmother had succumbed to his charms while in a romantic Italian city. He smiled, knowing exactly what he needed to do. Kissing Judith lightly on her cute nose, John stood up. He walked to the door, carefully propping it slightly ajar. He stopped in his own suite long enough to pick up the small, elegantly wrapped package and then returned to Judith. Only a few minutes had passed, but they seemed like a lifetime to her. As suddenly as he walked away, John was back. Once again, he took Judith's hand, leading her from the bed to the balcony. The lights of the city met the sparkling stars, making a glowing background. John knelt before Judith, smiling up at her. "I love you, Judith. You are the woman I dreamed of meeting and spending my life with. I will make you happy and never give you reason to distrust me. Join your life with mine and you will never be disappointed. Please, my darling, marry me!" She wanted to shout "yes" so the entire city could hear. Her heart lifted and floated in her body, the happiness she felt made her sure that John was the man meant for her. But...the ring. His special someone. She couldn't do that to a woman who trusted him, was waiting for him. John watched the play of emotions on her beautiful face. Again, he could tell the moment she thought of the ring. From absolute joy to absolute sadness, her face showed it all. John spoke softly. "One more thing, my darling. You were right about my special someone. She means everything to me. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her." Judith felt her heart slow, felt the pain of losing him before she ever really had him. She was so bereft, she almost didn't hear his next words. "Judith, you are my special someone. You have been for months. I love you deeply and truly. Marry me, my sweet." He held out the package to her, the delicately wrapped package with her name on it. Her name. With trembling fingers, she untied the ribbon and slipped the paper from the box. Opening it, she found the emerald ring. John stood and took the box from her. He removed the ring, slipping it on her left hand, and kissing her palm. Now Judith could respond. Now Judith took John's hand and led him into the bedroom. They walked to the bed and stood facing each other, letting their fingers trace features, learning. He lifted the gown over her head, amazed at the absolute perfection of her. She untied his pajamas, pushing them to the floor, delighting in his body. They stepped toward each other, feeling their bodies pressed together for the first time. They kissed until neither could stand up any longer. Slowly they lowered to the bed, stretching full length against each other, reveling in the first of a lifetime of being together. John kissed her face, her chin, her neck. He feasted on her nipples, pulling them into his searching mouth, nursing and satisfying his need for her. Her back arched and she pressed against him, tiny jolts of electricity running directly to her center. He lavished attention on her, moving over her body, not missing anything. He left her deepest pink for last. This was his feast. He nibbled and kissed his way here, to the epicenter of her womanhood. Finally, he hovered there, inhaling her special scent, the sight of her soft red curlies inflaming him. He buried his nose in the luxurious curls, loving the softness and density. He could feel the dampness on his face and knew she was as hungry as he. His tongue slowly began swirling through the satiny mass, finding the slit he knew was there. He found it already swollen and open, her tender pinkness waiting for his touch. Ah, his woman! Now she would be his woman for all time. His tongue flattened and reached, tracing along the slit, lapping at her fountain of moisture. He loved her taste. He slipped his tongue along, finding all the textures and flavors that were Judith. His hands rested on her hips, and he could feel her wriggling against him, could hear her moans and tiny cries. Now he found it. The tiny nubbin that was the center of her pleasure. His mouth opened over her, french kissing her, his tongue diving deeply into her and then sliding back to her clit. Her reaction was startling. Her fingers went into his hair, pulling his closer, burying him in her womanhood. He licked her clit fully, circling it with his tongue, teasing. The savage feelings grew in Judith. She felt her body tightening, preparing. Her legs locked around his face, her breathing stopped. Then the roar filled her head and she cried out, filling the night with his name. John continued the sucking, softer now, being gentle with her sensitive nub. When he felt her relax, breathe again, he kissed her tenderly. He moved up her body, her almost boneless body. He stretched against her, his engorged cock pressing into her tummy. Judith felt his throbbing heat. Her hand reached down and wrapped around him, feeling her lover for the first time. She held him, loving his need, his desire. Then she looked into his face and smiled. She guided him into her waiting pussy, feeling him sinking deeply into her. He filled her. He was made for her. His cock rested there for a moment and then began the age-old rhythm of love. In and out, in and out, he thrust his hips and began the dance. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer. Her lips met his, and she tasted herself there. Her fingers raced up and down his spine, anything to pull him closer, deeper. She felt another orgasm building within her pinkness, and looked at John with amazement. Then she exploded again, this time around his distended cock. She throbbed and pulled, massaging the length and width of him. It was John's turn to be surprised. He had never felt so loved, so needed. As her orgasm subsided, she continued massaging him with her muscles, pulling him even deeper into her pinkness. John tensed above her. He looked into her beautiful green eyes, repeating her name with such love and intensity. Then he exploded, filling her waiting pussy with warm wetness. He collapsed on her, careful to keep her safe. Her fingers continued to trace his spine. Their breathing became slow and even. Finally, he slipped from her, making her sigh with sadness. They moved side to side, just reveling in the face of love. "By the way," whispered Judith, "the answer is yes!" TO BE CONTINUED.... The Forfeit Ch. 5 Chapter 5: Christmas Dear Readers, You have kindly waited for this chapter of the story to appear. I hope the continuing tale of John and Judith has kept you entertained while Will and Amanda fell in love and their story continued. Here, then, is the next installment. Thank you for your patience... Will and Amanda glowed with happiness. They had found the one person to complete them, and didn't take that lightly. At the office, they remained very professional. They had separate offices, but could often be found visiting each other, working on projects. They developed a special language, sending one-word emails that said everything. They were envied. The women saw it as a fairy tale, two people perfect for each other, finding and loving the other. Men saw it as a precautionary tale, wondering why they continued going clubbing when the perfect woman was often right in the next office. As circumspect as their public life was, their private life was different. They fell in love with a passion. Making up for lost time, all their time away from work was spent together. First they found the perfect home, a tiny southern plantation, with rolling green hills and enormous old oak trees all along the property. They wanted to make the house their own, place their own distinctive mark there. Most nights were spent selecting colors and furniture, painting and moving, adjusting and tweaking until each room was perfect. They made it a wonderfully warm home, comfortable and charming, a haven. Will had told Amanda about John and his career in the northern city. Together, they worried about his life, his lack of a partner, his loneliness. Both wanted more than anything to invite him to visit, to share their happiness with Will's closest friend. Will missed John. No one would ever be as close to him, know him as well as his old friend. But Will had Amanda and she was slipping into all corners of his life, filling him with a happiness he never thought possible. Soon, the Christmas season arrived and their focus changed to the first of many holidays they would spend together. They were aware that the things they did now were the beginnings of traditions they would enjoy the rest of their lives. So the Christmas decorations had to be perfect. The tree had the be the absolute best. They went out in mid-November to shop for one, going to a local tree farm famous for its full, beautiful pines and firs. After searching nearly the entire lot, they found the one they wanted. They planned to place it in the family room, filling one end of the room with the fragrant tree, its branches reaching toward the high ceiling. Finally, it was time to pick up the tree. They drove out to the farm and watched as their very first tree was loaded onto the borrowed truck. Driving away, the scent of pine filled the cab, intoxicating and thrilling. At home, they followed the instructions carefully, placing it in the new stand, setting it the area they had selected. They sat back to appreciate the beauty of it, still without lights or decorations, just majestic against the tall wall. Another tradition was started then, making love under the naked branches, with visions of sugar plums and each other filling their minds. It amazed them both how often they agreed on things. Yes, white lights were perfect, as long as there were millions of them. Yes, ornaments should be delicate and sparkly, hanging from every branch, filling the room with a gentle glow. Oh, yes, Christmas stockings, definitely, hand-made ones would be perfect! Like two children, they set about making this Christmas, their first together, one to remember. One night, they came home and changed into comfortable sweatsuits. Dinner was trays of goodies, sliced meats and cheeses, veggies to dip, wine to sip. They turned off the phone, letting the machine pick up calls. Filling the player with Christmas CDs, they lit candles and started to work. First the lights. Both wanted the tree to look like a fairyland. Will was selected to string them, based on his skill, agility and height. He was to thread the light strands around the trunk of the tree, up and down, then slowly begin circling the tree, making sure that every branch was laced with them. While Will worked so diligently on the lights, Amanda was moving around the room, setting up various decorations they had purchased or made. She watched her love, admiring his long form in the clinging sweats. He was so graceful as he worked. Finally, she stopped all activity and just looked at him as he carefully threaded the light strands as instructed. She found herself smiling, tingling, as she observed his tight ass under the sweats. When he climbed onto the chair to continue, Amanda came up behind him. She waited until his hands were totally occupied, then she moved up closer, pulling his sweat pants down with one quick motion. When he turned to look down at her, surprised by her actions, she found herself level with his sweet sleeping cock. She admired it. Soft and pink, nestled in luxuriant brown curls, looking so delicious. She moved closer, placing her hands on his hips, closing her eyes and inhaling the intoxicating scent of his manhood. Her mouth moved to his cock, her lips just brushing lightly over it, then licking it softly, pulling it gently into her warmth. This was something she loved, taking his baby cock into her mouth and feeling it come alive and grow. She began to delicately suck on it, felt it harden instantly, filling her mouth and then becoming too large for her to hold comfortably. She slid her lips up and down his hard shaft, enjoying the feel of the slick, tight skin. She circled his flesh with her tongue, licking him as if an ice cream cone that was particularly delectable. Her fingers clutched his hips, pulling him closer with a rhythm of desire. Her nose was buried in his curlies, her mouth busily sucking and stroking. She loved the way he became totally ready in only minutes. Her fingers moved to his balls, massaging and gently teasing them. His hands left the tree and moved into her hair, encouraging her as she made love to him. She could hear his soft moans, feel his hips swaying against her. His fingers tightened, and he stiffened. Then his lovely cock, so hard and hot, grew even more, just before he exploded into her waiting mouth. She swallowed happily, enjoying the salty/sweet taste of him. She remained wrapped around him, softly now, barely sucking, just licking him gently, kissing him as she cleaned his content cock. Happily, she pulled up his pants, patted his ass, and continued with her decorating. The rest of the evening was equally productive. After all the ornaments were hung, they sat back and admired their handiwork. The lights glowed in the darkened room, reflected on the shiny bulbs they had chosen. They sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa and enjoyed the warmth of the room. They went to bed that night pleased with their accomplishment. They loved each other. They also liked and enjoyed each other, finding new things each day to delight them. Each evening, after work, they went home together to their sanctuary, adding new treasures to the already lovely house. They made love nearly nightly under their tree, enjoying the afterglow in the twinkling lights. One night, Will was caught in a meeting. He sent Amanda home, promising to get there as soon as possible. When he finally entered the long drive, he noticed that no lights were on downstairs. He opened the door quietly, thinking perhaps she had gone to bed early. Then he saw the glow of the Christmas tree in the family room, pulling him into the room. Entering, his eyes were drawn to the far wall. There stood the lovingly decorated tree, lights luminous. But it was the present underneath that drew him closer. There was Amanda, asleep, dressed in a beautiful red teddy, with a note propped beside her. The night had turned chilly and Amanda had a fire burning, the flames burnishing her pale skin to a golden hue. There was a wine bottle, less than half full, and an empty wine glass beside her head. Will stood there, admiring his sweet woman, smiling at her as she slept so peacefully. Then, he felt his cock stirring as he looked at her desirable body, dressed so scantily. He carefully put down his briefcase and eased out of his shoes. He removed his jacket and tie, rolling up his shirtsleeves. All the while, he never took his eyes off Mandy, so deliciously unaware. He picked up the note, addressed to him. Opening it, he found Amanda's flowing handwriting. "Dear Will, I wanted to give you an early present. ME! I am wrapped with care, ready to be opened and enjoyed by you. Please, Sir, help yourself. I love you." Lying beside her, he inhaled her delicious scent. Her silky hair shone in the firelight, her skin was warm to his touch. He kissed her shoulder, running his fingers over her satiny skin. His fingers moved to the row of buttons holding the teddie together. Slowly, he opened them, one by one. He kissed and licked the pale skin as he exposed it. He could hear Mandy's even breathing, and it felt slightly naughty to be making love to her sleeping body. It also felt extremely erotic. His fingers continued their skillful removing of her clothes, his mouth continued its journey over her tender flesh. The teddie was tricky, buttons, little bows, snaps, but Will was a man on a mission and was finally able to open his present fully. It helped that Mandy seemed to move slightly to assist him. When the last snap was undone, and his Mandy was disrobed, Will sat back and just appreciated her beauty. She was stretched out now, her legs slightly separated, her lush blond curlies gleaming in the firelight. Her breasts rose evenly with her slow breathing, her nipples hardened in the slightly cool air. He leaned forward and gently sucked one of the pink nubbins into his mouth, feeling it tighten and pucker beneath his tongue. His hand covered the other breast, plucking the nipple and teasing it to firmness. He heard a tiny moan from Mandy, but she still appeared to be asleep. Surreptitiously, Will continued his path down her sleek body. He kissed and nipped and enjoyed her flat tummy, her smooth skin. He paused when he reached her luxurious bush. He happily buried his face there, inhaling Mandy's vanilla scent. The curlies tickled his nose, making him smile. It seemed her legs fell apart even further, giving him access to the treasures he sought. Slowly, he used his nose, sliding through the curls, finding the slit that guarded her hot pinkness. He was so excited, his face so close to this very familiar pussy, while Amanda slept. His tongue slipped out, finding again the slit, so swollen and already damp. Up and down he lapped, moving deeper with each lick, enjoying the myriad of textures he discovered there. He loved her clit. It was tiny, nearly hidden, yet most powerful. When his tongue slipped to it, it stiffened and throbbed. He abandoned the rhythmic lapping, concentrating instead on this. He licked it slowly, flicking it with his tongue tip, encouraging engorgement. He circled it clockwise, counter-clockwise, then again, up and down. Mandy's hips were wriggling now, her legs opened fully, her pussy a gift she offered freely. Will's tongue moved down, deeper, plunging into her deepest pink. Fucking it, over and over, his tongue imitating his cock, moving in and out, his face wet with her copious juices. Then, he had to return to her clit. He needed to feel her tighten around his tongue, wanted to make her come hard. Will wasn't sure when Amanda woke, but suddenly her fingers were in his hair, guiding him on his adventures. Her hips lifted from the carpet, her pussy meeting his face as he thrust into her. Her thighs, on either side of his face, tightened, locking him in place. He felt her stiffen, her fingers gripping his head, then he heard the sound he loved, her orgasm. The roar started deep in her throat, guttural and primal. He couldn't stop, his mouth in continuous movement over her center. He heard his name as she cried out, felt her spasms pulling his tongue deeper into her needy cunt. Her words finally pierced his brain. "Now, Will, darling. Now. I need you inside me now. I need to feel you entering me, fucking me, filling me. Take your naughty little Christmas present and use it, love it, fuck it. Please, Will. Now!" He loved her savage need, her intense desire. It took mere seconds for him to shed his clothes, his cock already engorged and dripping. He moved up her body, poised above her. Then his cock moved into her, entered the home he had grown to love. It was a perfect match. He plunged deeply into her, satisfying the desire his tongue had awakened. Over and over, his cock worked into her depths. The exquisite stimulation, the fierce need for completion drove him repeatedly. He could feel his cock stiffen more, his balls were full and tight. Then, just as he thought he would explode, Amanda began spasming beneath him. Her throbbing pussy pulled his cock, her naughty, needy words filled his head, sending him over the edge and he felt himself shooting come into her depths. Their cries mingled and filled the room. His strokes slowed, but continued, sensual and easy now. He kissed her face, her eyes, her mouth. Afterward, lying beside her, he cradled her body to his. They murmured words of love. It was a Christmas to remember. To Be Continued... The Forfeit Party 1. Pam was the kind of plain girl who always hung around with a pretty one, and, unfortunately for me, in her case it was usually Virginia, my long time crush. Pam and I had mutual antipathy -- I thought her a conventional priss and she considered me a drug crazed communist, and I knew she was constantly making nasty comments about me behind my back, a situation that didn't improve after Virginia and I finally started dating. Because we were both friends of Virginia's, and had been since childhood, we couldn't avoid each other, and I always ended up either fighting or pointedly ignoring her. It was late in our senior year -- High School would be over forever in a few weeks. Pam and I had Study Hall together and, purely by chance Mrs. Horne assigned the two of us the job of giving the supply closet its annual straightening. Grumbling at being thrown together, we started coldly enough, but soon relaxed, making jokes, discovering that without Virginia around we could actually be pleasant to each other. In the close quarters a few accidental collisions gave way to purposeful ones, hip checks and playful shoves, then giggling, grabbing and wrestling, which quickly became kissing and hugging, and we made out, strangely in synch, our hands flying over each other, our bodies grinding together. It was intense, but we really hadn't gotten very far when there was a stab of light as Mrs. Horne opened the closet door. "Uhhhh . . . excuse me?" There were titters and gasps from the kids behind her. Pam flung me away and wiped her mouth theatrically. "Mrs. Horne, he attacked me. That pervert jumped on me!" "Oh, yeah, Pam, and I suppose I crammed your tongue down my throat!" The kids laughed at that -- they knew what they'd seen -- and even Mrs. Horne only half suppressed her smile. The bell rang and everybody took off, Pam stalking in front of me, her pasty face blotched with rage. "Just wait, Charlie," she snarled. "Just wait until the forfeit party." "See you there, Pam," I said to her retreating back. "I'll bring a corsage." 2. The forfeit party was a sort of people's court, a place where one person could accuse another of a wrong or indignity done them and get some kind of payback. The whole thing was a circus, an end of the year release, more for entertainment than justice, and the verdict usually came down to a popularity contest. I'd pissed off a lot more people than Pam, and if she accused me of trying to rape her in the supply closet I was probably in for a harsh sentence -- the favorite being to make the guilty party the slave of the plaintiff for a certain amount of time. A few decisions like that and the party was sure to be a memorable one. It was pretty obvious, then, that any intelligent person would have just blown off the party -- but yet there I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully shaving, filled with an apprehension half dread and half desire -- and there was no denying that I was already more than half hard. Even though she'd caused me a lot of grief, there had been an electricity between plain Pam and me in that closet, an excitement that had been largely missing from my much anticipated clinches with perfect Virginia. I was late, with only a couple of warm Rolling Rocks to offer the party. Virginia had already left -- probably for a ride with Brad Velkin in his Corvette convertible -- faced with the choice between believing I'd either assaulted or merely seduced her best friend, she'd decided to see other guys, which meant that I became invisible to her again. Pam pointedly stared at me as I came in, talking to another pretty friend, Heather, behind her hand, then taking a joint and blowing a big cloud of dope smoke in my direction. I was shocked -- Heather was an infamous head, but I'd never seen Pam get high before. As if to make up for the plainness of her face, Pam's clothes were always fancy, even when they were supposed to be casual. She was well turned out, the epitome of the preppie style, the right labels from the right stores, everything so neat and coordinated that it seemed slightly unreal, like an outfit hanging on a form in Kountz and Rider, an effect only heightened by her stiff, graceless posture and mannequin grin. The party was in full flower. Everybody was already pretty wasted and the court had been in session for a while. Conspicuously influenced by the crowd, a panel of judges made increasingly eccentric judgments. I found a few friends in a corner and watched, drinking my beer and taking hits off the ubiquitous reefer. Not surprisingly I started to feel better -- after all there were plenty of people there, boys and girls, who knew me well enough to know that I'd never try to rape anybody, much less Pam. The docket proceeded quickly, Harry, the jury foreman reading out the verdicts: "Janet for stealing Mary's boyfriend, guilty, sentence, half hour servitude. Mary for stealing Janet's letter jacket, guilty, sentence, give her the shirt off your back right now." And to everyone's delight Mary peeled her shirt off, leaving her in her black bra, and then took Janet away to clean the bathroom. "Ed for being a pinhead, guilty, sentence, must wear a lampshade on head." Ed was duly crowned beribboned king of the pinheads and then everybody sat back and looked at us. Our case seemed to be the main event. I had to admit that Pam made an almost convincing case, claiming in a breaking voice that I'd seized her the minute we'd gone into the closet, prevented her from crying out and taken indecent liberties, forcing her virgin ass to suffer endless indignities. It was sexual harassment really, I should have my nasty, greasy dick cut off, and besides who could possibly believe that a responsible class booster like her would even touch a well-known low life like me. As witnesses she called Heather, who, stoned out of her mind, couldn't stop laughing, and yet another beautiful friend, Stacy, the Swim Queen, who with her usual cool hauteur, forcefully claimed she'd seen clear signs of coercion from her ideal viewpoint in the hallway and later witnessed large and conspicuous bruises all over Pam's body. I was feeling energetic from my buzz and spoke at length in my own defense, presenting both a general and specific theory of justice and punishment, which, I'm afraid, tried the court's patience. At the summation, however, I rallied for a Perry Masonesque moment when I was able to coax some disinterested kids who had been in the hallway into admitting that, not only had what they'd seen seemed mutual, but that Stacy had been nowhere near the supply closet at the time. On cross examination ever responsible Stacy admitted that she had, as usual, been swimming laps in the pool at the time. There was scattered applause and hollers from the rowdy as the jury went into a long, backslapping huddle, pausing frequently for shots and bong hits. Harry, the foreman finally rose unsteadily, speaking in his most portentous student UN voice. "We the jury of the forfeit, being totally fucked up, do hereby find that whatever thing of perversion happened between Charles and Pamela in the closet of supply was entirely and totally one hundred percent consensual. Therefore for making a false accusation, suborning perjury and otherwise and in other ways making a mockery of this most August body and for having such a pitiful body yourself, we do hereby sentence Pam to five minutes servitude at the hands of Charlie." Servitude? To me? "For aiding and abetting and further committing perjury under oath we sentence Stacy unto taking off her shirt." There was big time cheering at this. Stacy gave them the finger, but did pull off her polo shirt, but everyone groaned when it was revealed she was still wearing, of course, the same old oft seen Speedo. "And to Heather for committing total, blatant hysterical nonsense while being both under oath and under the influence, and for generally trying the patience of this most beneficent court by being so fucking stoned, we the aforementioned court by the authority of the party -- do sentence you to a cold shower!" The crowd went wild. "What?" Heather said sleepily. "However the court is not finished with the matter --" Harry held his hand up for silence. "We hereby and with just cause do assign Charlie to fifty-five minutes servitude to Pam." "Bullshit!" I yelled. Quarterback Randy, a member of the jury, could contain himself no longer. "For the crime --" he brayed. "Of trying to fuck a dog like Pam!" At that everybody lost it. "Very funny," Pam said, reddening, standing there, her arms crossed. "So what does that mean? When do I get him and when does he get me?" "The sentences are to be served consecutively," Harry resumed. "Meaning?" "Meaning you get your fifty-five minutes now. And he gets his five minutes after you're done. Think about it. Gentlemen start your engines." He twisted the dial of a kitchen timer. "And we're off." "O.K., fine." She continued glowering at me, taking it all in, her squinting eyes only half visible in the shadow of her heavy brow. "Fine. I call the bedroom. Move asshole," she said, snatching something shiny off the bailiff's table. I followed her in a daze, sure no that for better or worse I was now in some kind of a dream. The hooting mob followed us inquisitively for a moment, but their attention was quickly distracted by the execution of comatose Heather's cold shower (and of Heather's subsequent wet T-shirt). As usual the bedroom was occupied by Ungie and a couple of anonymous guys, but they'd hardly gotten started and, thanks to the authority of the court, Pam was able to shoo them out without much difficulty. Pam locked the door behind them and turned to look at me. "Well," she said, grinning wickedly. "Well, well, well . . . " I watched her warily, still at a loss for words. "O.K., the first thing is . . . " She stood directly in front of me, staring me down. "The first thing is you've got to show it to me." "What!" "You know what I'm talking about. You used to whip it out all the time on the playground. I want to see it. Virginia told me you've got a pretty big one. Now." "No way, Pam! You've got to be kidding!" "Charlie, you are my slave, remember? Do you want me to get the guys in here to pull your pants down?" "No, no, I can handle that myself thank you." I unbuttoned my 501's, letting them fall to my ankles. "But are you sure about this? You know what they say -- be careful what you wish for." "Do it. Now." "No problem. Here goes." I yanked my boxers down to reveal an already towering erection. "Well, kind of impressive," she said, her eyes wide. "But it's kind of gross, isn't it? Kind of funny looking. Is it always like this?" "Not all the time. It seems that way, sometimes, though." "Hmmmm . . . " She couldn't tear her eyes away. "But despite everything, there is something fascinating about it." She touched me gingerly with one finger and I reached out for her. "No!" She slapped my face quickly. "No, no, no. No more of that. See, I knew you were going to be this way. Especially now that I've seen where your brain is located. Turn around." "What?" I was still befuddled, increasingly unsure of where all this was going. "You hear, slave." She slapped me again harder. "Now obey." "All right, all right, mellow . . . " I shuffled around, my pants still around my ankles, shielding my ass with my hands. "That's good. Keep 'em right there." The fur lined cuffs that were a popular part of the court's paraphernalia closed around my wrists. "Gotcha." "Hey, Pam, hold on!" "Don't whine." She walked around and immediately grabbed my penis. "You'll get your five minutes." She studied it curiously, lifting and prodding, noting the effect of every touch. "It's weird, so weird. This is what all the fuss is about, huh?" Languidly, she began to toy with me, squeezing hard then letting go. "So is this what you do, Charlie?" She asked as I groaned. "Is this what you do when you're all alone?" "No," I gasped. "No? Oh, really? I bet you do," she said. "I bet you lie in your bed and play with your cock just like this." "No . . . " "I bet you lie there and jerk off and think about Virginia." "No, I mean, no, you better stop it Pam!" "Stop it?" She pumped faster. "Why is that?" "Because I'm about to cum!" "Oh, really?" Even faster. "And if I -- uh -- cum it's going to be fucking messy!" "Ah --" Comprehension flooded her face and she slacked off precipitously. "Like all over your nice preppie outfit and everything. Sorry there's not much I can do about it. It's sort of an involuntary response." "I see." She began to work me again cautiously. "And how do you know when you're close?" "Oh, I know, believe me. It's like . . . " I closed my eyes to consider the sensation. "It's like I start boiling . . . " "Yeah, it got real hot for a second there." She fingered me meditatively. "So you must really like this." "Sort of." "Sort of! You mean you want me to stop?" And she did for a moment. "No, no, Pam, please . . . " "No, no, Pam please what?" She met my glazed, pleading expression with a self-satisfied smirk. "Please touch it again." "Say pretty please," she said, but her fingers were already drawn to me. "Pretty, pretty please." "Pretty, pretty, pretty please, Pam." I said, sighing with relief as she resumed. "No, it's not you, the bad part is just that it gets sort of painful after a while, especially if you're trying to hold back." "And if you kept trying to hold back . . . " She eased her stroke. "And I did it soft enough, and my hand never got tired . . . " She tried both hands, rolling me between her palms. "You could be hard like this all night?" "Yeah, probably," I said. "If I didn't explode." Curiously, she stretched a long line of pre-cum from the tip of my dick to the tip of her finger. "It's like spit." "That's just the beginning. The lightly-armed troops." "What do you do when it gets like this?" "Get laid." "Ha!" She set to work again, pumping with an easy motion. "You and Virginia are history and you know it. This is as close as you're going to get to being laid until your skin clears up." "Yeah, well, what about you? You're acting like this is the first dick you've ever seen in your life!" "Shut up! It's none of your business." She squeezed me too hard. "You are such an ass hole." Her fingers tightened, throttling me, then releasing, only to clamp down again. "So does that hurt or feel good?" "Both," I said. "But if you don't cut it out!" "I know, I know, big mess. Touchy, isn't it?" She cupped my balls. "So what do you do if it's so messy?" "What?" "You know, when you're alone." She stroked me gently. "And you do this . . . " "I don't know." "Come on, Charlie." She knew how to get me worked up now and did it quickly. "Don't pretend you don't. You're lying there jerking off thinking about Virginia and there's this big mess. What do you do?" "I don't know." I gasped. "Kleenex, whatever . . . " "Kleenex, huh?" Her eyes scanned the room. "Well, I am certainly not going to let you leave your big, icky mess all over the Millers' bedroom. I got it," she said, spotting something on the floor, letting go of me to clap her hands triumphantly. "Great! Get out of your pants." "What?" "God, Charlie, is what all you can say now?" She slapped my butt cheek and I lifted my left, hopping awkwardly as she pulled off my sneaker and eased the pant leg over my foot. "Now the other," she commanded, cracking my left butt cheek for good measure. "Ow, Pam! Not so hard." "Oh, Charlie, don't be such a total wimp. That's nothing. If I really wanted to I could . . . " She fished my shorts from the tangle and displayed them. "Cute." They were black with little yellow skulls and crossbones, the words BAD TO THE BONE stitched in the waistband. "I'm not sure I should even touch these." She doubled them over her hand appraisingly. "Hey, not too bad. You must have actually changed them a time or two this year." Her fingers swooped down suddenly, tenting the fabric over the head of my dick, falling to the sides, pumping determinedly, the ecstatic sensation only slightly deadened. "There! That ought to work. How's that feel?" "Ahhhhh . . . " I couldn't answer, bent over helplessly, her now expert hand all that existed, pulling me closer and closer to the inevitable but too long delayed orgasm. "Pam," I panted, the release streaming from me electrically, in explosion and surge, a sensation that seemed to go on forever but yet was over far too soon, leaving me weak and unsteady on my feet, the handcuffs tight on my wrists as Pam studied my face avidly, still pumping away. "No, stop, stop . . . " "Wow, you weren't kidding about messy! Yuck!" She said, holding the soiled shorts at arms length. "Can you believe Gina swallows this stuff?" She dropped them back on my pants disdainfully, but her hands were drawn to me again, lifting my limp dick and holding it in her palm. "Poor widdle thing. Who's a hard guy now?" As wet and sticky as a new born puppy, it stirred almost imperceptibly. "You're kidding!" She plucked it up between her bitten down fingernails. "Could you? Again?" ` "Ah, maybe . . . " By the time she'd taken a few quick strokes I was much more sure of my answer. Hard is easy when you're eighteen. "Uh, yes, probably, if you would." "Let's find out." She began again, much more sure of her technique this time, knowingly manipulating me, making me squirm with her sudden accelerations and slow teasing pressure. "Pam, I, please, hold on . . . " I pleaded, but she was merciless, determined to take me on a forced march to orgasm by the shortest route. "You're close now, aren't you?" I could only nod as she scooped up my shorts with her free hand. "There's got to be some room on these." She quickly covered me and continued furiously, inexorably flogging me, until, with as much relief as pleasure, I shudderingly came. Again she studied the stains on my shorts. "Not so much this time. But these are pretty well saturated now. We're going to have to come up with something else for mess control next time." She wheeled back to me. "Pam!" I said weakly, but she was possessed now, her dishwater eyes gleaming. The party had elevated this most unlikely of sex goddesses to a position of total erotic mastery over me. To my pot and orgasm dazzled eyes she seemed to have been possessed by some elemental suburban spirit of lust, big headed and stick figured, determined to wrest the seed from me in whatever way possible. She scooped my dick and balls up in her hands. "So what do you think? Is there any chance?" It was even redder, smaller and more wrinkled than it had been last time. "Look! Look!" As she squeezed fervently there were vague signs of life. "I'm going to make you, Charlie. I'm going to make you come again." "Geeze, Pam, honestly, it's not like I'm complaining or anything, but it's getting kind of sore." "Sore?" "Yeah, you know, like rubbed raw. We need lubrication or something." "Lubrication? You're not getting out of this, buddy. Wait, I've got an idea." She released me and strode into the bathroom. As I collapsed on the bed, there was the sound of cabinets and drawers opening. "Ta-dah!" After what seemed like a long time, she emerged, a jar of Vaseline in her hand. "Don't you worry, Charlie, Pam is going to take care of you." She greased me up assiduously, my skin tender, stinging, but strangely stimulating. "Oh, yeah, smart ass, Pam is going to make you cum." My dick got longer and longer but not much harder. "Come on, imagine you're sitting there all alone with Virginia when all of a sudden she reaches over, yanks down your zipper and pulls out your big cock . . . " The Forfeit Party Slowly I stiffened. "...and she grabs your big cock and starts jacking you off." She steepled the fingers of both hands over me now, methodically driving me further. "And then she says I want to suck you. I want to put your big cock in my mouth." Suddenly she bent and put her lips around me, her teeth lightly scraping as I slid into the warm and wet of her, her hand guiding me back and forth awkwardly a couple of times. "There, was that good? Is that how you do it?" I was fully erect, my dick standing rampant and pop-veined in front of her. She held it like a lolly pop and licked languidly with her short pink tongue. "This is how you hold a man, right?" She continued, sucking, biting, blowing, perfecting her oral technique until she knew she had me on the brink once more. "I'm sorry, but I am never going to do the swallow the mess thing, not even for love, which this definitely isn't." She snatched something out of her back pocket. "Have a look at these." She displayed a pair of white Carters panties, slightly discolored at the crotch. "They're mine. I took them off in the bathroom." She jammed them against my nose with one hand while beginning to pump me with the other. "That's me, Charlie." The smell was proudly animal, visceral and rank, the immediacy so different from the antiseptic Pam I'd known. "I'm the one who's going to make you." She took the panties away from my face and clamped them around my dick. "I'm the one who's going to make you cum." She leaned over to kiss me, her tongue in my mouth, stroking me madly, flattening her meager tits against my arm as she whispered in my ear. "Make you cum in my panties." How could I resist? I didn't have much left to give, but I surrendered it all, my whole world jerking and throbbing, and I fell off the bed, not knowing if I would ever be able to get up. "Hey, are you O.K.?" I heard Pam's voice from far away. "So are you, like, going to explode now?" "No, no . . . cum good, cum good," I said, reduced to grunting like Frankenstein's monster. "Only three times and look at you," she said, looming over my helpless, half-naked form. "Are you kidding? In an hour?" "An hour --" I think it hit us both at the same time -- In our sex-crazed delirium we'd lost track of the time. A banging came on the door. "Times up, Pam. Release the prisoner." "O.K.," she said, backing away from me. "I understand." "Charlie? Can you hear me?" Harry asked from the hall. "She's all yours now. Take control of the prisoner immediately." "Yeah, don't worry. Go away." There was a cheer from the living room and we could hear Harry run back in that direction. "First thing, come on Pam, take off these fucking handcuffs. They're driving me crazy." "What . . . " She said, disconcerted, creeping toward me, fumbling with the key. "What are you going to do to me? I mean, what I did was sort of fun for you, right?" "Don't worry." She finally sprang the lock and I stood up, naked from the waist down, rubbing my wrists. Her eyes were still locked at my dick, looking at it in an entirely different way than she had minutes earlier. "Geeze." I slung my shorts into the trash and pulled on my 501's. "Guess I better go commando style." "Listen, Charlie . . . " She edged for the door warily, genuinely afraid. "You know you're not supposed to . . . " "Stop," I said. "Just stand there." She paused, crossing her arms over her chest, then took a step back. "Come on, Pam, I did it for you. I'm just asking you to stay still for one second." Trembling, she stood, her immaculate preppie clothes hanging on her curve less body. "Turn around." She pivoted and I backed her slowly to the bed, stopping at the edge to look in her eyes and then reach down to unbuckle her rope belt. "Charlie . . . " I opened the buttons on her khaki pants and gently eased them over her meager hips. "No, Charlie, please." I took them all the way down, over her feet and threw them aside. She had, of course, already taken off her panties and now her hand went down to cover her little thatch of pubic hair. "Charlie, I'll scream." "For crying out loud, Pam." Now I retreated, throwing up my hands placatingly. "What do you think? That I'm going to rape you? I couldn't even get it up right now." I turned my back to her. "I tell you what, if it will make you feel better you can put the cuffs back on. Believe me, you're going to like it if you let me." "Really?" She asked sniffing -- she'd been on the verge of tears. But she managed the wherewithal to quickly restrain me again. "Now sit on the bed, Pam. Spread your legs for me." And she did it, realizing for the first time that I wasn't going to hurt or humiliate her, beginning to enjoy the way I was looking at her, the frankness of my appreciation. I just stared for a moment, that ever hypnotic eye set in the middle of her long, stringy legs, not that different at this range from all the others I'd seen, with surprisingly large lips and a thin gash, and then I fell to my knees. Thanks to my education at the hands of Mrs. Harley (but that's another story) I knew my way around a woman's body and I began slowly kissing her thighs, leaning awkwardly with my hands cuffed behind me, to lick and nuzzle her, smelling the same smell from the panties, and then bringing my mouth to her, putting my tongue deep inside her. "Jesus!" What we'd been doing had obviously been exciting to her too -- her crack was sopping wet, and she responded quickly, using her hands to jam my face against her, panting shrilly as I sucked and tongue her clit. "God!" She bounced on the bed, shuddering from orgasm to orgasm, pulling my hair. "Enough, enough," she said finally, releasing me, giddy out of breath, falling back. There was hammering at the door again. "Sentence over," Harry said. "Ungie wants back in." Pam slipped on her khakis and in a moment was her usual pulled together self. "I won you know," she said. "Oh, yeah, how's that?" I said over my shoulder as she unlocked the handcuffs. "I came more times in five minutes than you did in an hour."