0 comments/ 22095 views/ 1 favorites Thinking By: katlin6969 Kat was lying on the couch thinking of her boyfriend. She loved him with all her and heart and her dream was for him to go all out with foreplay and lick and suck her until her level of ecstasy was literally worth dying for. Then to ravish her with sex more powerful than creation. It was such a boring night; Kat was lying on the couch in her silk pink panties watching a movie. But Kat was thinking of her boyfriend, his beautiful body, green eyes and dark brown hair. Kat's tongue poked through her lips as she thought of him, lust filling her mind and body. Just then, Kat heard the door unlock, finally he was here. Excited and wet she leapt up and raced for the door. There he was standing there in his jeans and a white t-shirt. He entered the room noticing Kat's beautiful, heaving breasts as they almost toppled out of her bra from her excitement. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulled Kat to him and kissed her deeply. "I'm so fucking horny," Kat whispered into his warm, wet mouth. "Fuck me now." Not needing a second invitation, he pushed Kat down onto the kitchen table. Taking off his t-shirt, he flipped the lights off making the room dark. Kat lay on the table, her nipples now peeking through her white bra and a wet spot forming on her matching panties. He approached her, a bulge forming in his jeans. He leans over Kat gently kissing her belly, licking it all around. Kat gasps with pleasure and her hands grab at his head to pull him closer. He continued to lick and kiss at her belly, now and again drifting down to her still clothed pussy to blow warm air on her. He grips her underwear with his teeth, pulling them down in one swift move. He flings them across the table and nosed her pubes. Kat begins to moan and breath heavy. Burying his face into her wet pussy, he reaches up to remove her bra. Kat's perky breasts spilling out into his gentle hands. He gently licked Kat's slit once more before moving over to the refrigerator. Pulling it open, he removed a bowl of strawberries. He took out two placing one in Kat's belly and the other between her breasts. He licked at the strawberry on her belly button eating it up. He continued to lick up and down her body and finally moved onto the next strawberry. Licking Kat's cleavage, he moves the strawberry up and down between her breasts. Kat moans at the unusual sensation. He continues moving the strawberry lower and lower down Kat's body, until he reached her pussy shoving the strawberry into it with his tongue. Kat gasped and he could see her pussy contract with the strawberry smothered with her juices. He pushed the strawberry further inside her pussy. He covered her with his mouth gently sucking until the strawberry was in his mouth again; now covered with Kat' pussy juices. Slurping at the strawberry he sucked it down eating it and moved to turn Kat over onto her stomach. With her ass in the air he caressed it. He gently tapped Kat on the ass, before diving towards her ass and licking it, leaving hickey all over her butt. A jar of honey close by, he dipped his finger in and smeared it over Kat's pussy lips. He then stuck his tongue deep inside her making Kat moan. He slurped his tongue deep into her pussy. Moaning out loudly Kat said, "Fuck me now." He ripped his jeans off, his cock about to burst. Now naked, his cock sticking out big and strong. He grabbed Kat, running his hands over her inner thighs positioning his cock right at her entrance. He rubbed his head against her wetness; gently her parted her lips and slid his cock head gently in. A moan escaped Kat's lips as she felt the tip of his cock entering her. Kat moaned louder, as he slid the rest of his huge hard cock into her pussy. As all of him filled her, she squeezed the walls of her pussy, a moan now coming from him. He began to pump his cock in and out of Kat's pussy, driving deeper and deeper with each stroke. He continued to pound away at her pussy making Kat moan louder and louder. Grabbing her thighs, he pounded harder than ever before, grunting as he invaded Kat's body with his huge cock. Kat screamed "That feels so good baby, fuck me harder." He slammed his cock into Kat's pussy, feeling the cum build in the base of his cock. His balls slapping Kat's ass with everyone movement. Kat let out a long moan and began to orgasm wildly, her pussy squeezing onto his cock, which he began to orgasm as well. The cum spewed from his cock, the first spray going into Kat's pussy, but he pulled out letting the rest spray on her body. Just as her orgasm began to die down, he shoved his fingers into her pussy pumping them quickly, sending Kat to orgasm again. Moaning and wiggling all over the table, Kat pulled him down on top of her and kissed him deeply. Their sweat, and cum mixing all over their bodies. Thinking I'm finally home alone, and I can't stop thinking about you. My nipples are hard and my pussy's wet, just thinking about your cock... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (6 min/mp3) * * * * * Thinking About Last Tuesday It was just another hot and humid August day, one of the hottest of the summer; I couldn't wait for you to get home from work so we could go for a swim and cool off. After dinner we changed into our suits and headed for the beach. You always tell me how hot I look in my pink and brown halter tankini and tonight was no different, I could tell by the look in your eye and the tone of your voice that you wanted me badly right then, but I wasn't planning on making it that easy for you tonight. The water was freezing on our hot skin. You watched me intently as I tried to get used to it by cupping handfuls of water and slowly pouring it down my arms, and wiping it gently across my chest and shoulders, letting it trickle down into my suit, but I ignored your gaze and tried not to let the sinister smile that was building in my mind show on my face. You never let your gaze leave me as I playfully ignored your advances and swam away coyly pretending like I had no idea what you wanted. Once, you caught me and I rewarded you with only a soft peck on the lips and a slight glimpse of my breasts fighting against my suit. I quickly dove away again frustrating you even more, but this time, when I came back you saw that I had taken off my top and that my breasts were no longer struggling to be free but were floating playfully in the moonlight. I am not sure what was more exciting; the look of utter delight on your face as I swam near you or the way the water caressed my naked breasts with its tiny waves licking at my hard nipples. You pulled me towards you and as we embraced, I felt your excited penis jump up to greet me, like a puppy excited to see his master come home. When our lips met they were warm and salty from the water, their touch sent a warm shiver down my spine; I wanted to feel you touching and caressing every inch of my body. You bent toward the water, to my breasts and lifted them gently to your mouth licking my nipples with your warm soft tongue. Between your warm mouth and the cool water tickling my body, my pussy began to tingle excitedly, protesting at its lack of attention. I took off the bottom of my suit and then reached down and freed your bulging cock from your shorts and grabbed it, squeezing tightly as I rubbed it up and down and ran my thumb around and over the tip. You moaned slightly into my ear as you kissed it and told me how much you wanted me; how much you wanted to slide your cock into my warm pussy. I wrapped my legs around your waist and you slid between my lips stroking my clit with the head of your cock...teasing me with it as our tongues and lips explored each other. I could barely catch my breath and keep myself afloat as you continued to softly stroke me. You decided that you wanted more privacy than the beach offered and we quickly headed home into the shower where I again began playing hard to get. I made you watch me as I slowly soaped up my body and then ran my hands along every curve making the lather thick and slippery. As I turned to put the soap away you came up behind me and wrapped your arms around me and brought your hands to my breasts. Cupping one in each hand you began sliding your hands over them lathering them up even more, the smooth feeling of your hands caressing them with the soap made me moan loudly and I tilted my head back to kiss you. We stood there wet and soapy exploring each others slippery bodies, then you pulled me to you again and pinned me to the shower wall and began to tease me again, sliding your cock against my throbbing pussy lips over and over. You asked me if it felt good to have your cock rubbing against my pussy and if I wanted it inside me, if I wanted you to fuck me. I could only nod slightly and moan in agreement as you slid your cock deep into my pussy, thrusting it in and out and pushing my back up against the wall. You had taken control and I was powerless against you (not that I wanted you to stop), I had teased you to the point of no return. My whole body tingled with each powerful thrust as your engorged cock slid into my pussy over and over again. Just as I was starting to feel weak in the knees you let go of my arms which you had been holding above my head until now and grabbed me by the thighs pulling me up around your waist. Pinned between you and the wall I began to loose control, I felt your huge rod growing even more excited as we swayed into each other, our damp soapy bodies making a wet slurping noise as we moaned and gyrated together. With one last thrust my pussy tightened around you and tiny pulsating waves of pleasure passed throughout my entire body. You watched me intensely as I orgasmed, taking pleasure in the fact that you had made me cum that you had made me feel so good and then you too threw back your head and moaned as the same tiny waves passed through your body. We held each other like this for a few moments basking in our own delight and then you slowly lowered me back on to my feet. After finishing our shower together we helped dry one another off and headed to bed quite exhausted from our evening of fun. Our nude bodies were intertwined and as we cuddled together I quickly drifted off to sleep replaying the nights events in my dreams. Thinking About My Sister PART 1 - THINKING ABOUT NOW "The greatest battles of life are fought out daily in the silent chambers of the soul." -- David O. McKay * She blinked once, and then twice, her eyes continuing to look at me, not saying a word. I could only just make out their soulful presence in the darkness, but a moonlight reflection coming from the windows glinted across her pupils as we both lay there, motionless, the only sound, the wind outside and our shortened scared breaths. We weren't scared of ghosts or murderers or phobias or witches. We were scared of where this was going, what we had done and the future, if indeed we had one. Everything was racing through our minds and the thoughts were paralysing. So here we were, two sisters trying to find the energy or willpower to move forwards but neither wanting to admit the truth. Life seemed so clear yesterday but today, everything had changed. I looked down at her naked body lying next to me. The night was humid and there was a warmth between us, something hot created by our pulsing emotions. She looked incredible, the moonlight glistening over her tanned skin. The arch of her back sloped down to her thin waist and then up again to the roundness of her bottom, letting her figure form a landscape, silhouetted in the darkness. My eyes continued to caress her body as they moved along her thighs and up to her breasts. Her nipples were standing out on top of her glistening skin and even in the darkened room her breasts showed every movement she took flowing through them. I could smell her scent, the sensuousness of her natural body mixed with perfume. Her smell turned me on so much and I could feel a wetness starting in my own groin again. She would almost certainly smell my excitement soon so I moved my legs closer together to try and delay it a little longer. My thighs slipping across with ease as a combination of my night sweat and excitement lubricated my skin. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. I knew what she wanted to say because I wanted to say it too; but neither of us could. If we said anything, then it would make it all reality. If we talked about tomorrow or yesterday then today would become real and neither our minds, nor our souls would understand. An amount of time passed, maybe minutes, probably hours. Did it even matter? The morning was approaching but the only thing I could focus on was the beating of my heart, pounding through my entire body. "Bon bon. Bon bon." It was perhaps trying to talk to me, maybe hoping to give me some advice. But the language of the heart speaks in a tongue known only to itself and our elusive subconscious minds. Its continuous mumblings told me nothing except that I couldn't take much more of this. She reached her hand forward, sliding it along the bed with almost imperceptible slowness. Was she trying to reach out to me physically, or emotionally? We were only a foot apart but it felt like forever as her hand glided its way along. It was barely halfway, but my heart was racing. I wanted to feel her touch again, feel her sensual energy but something was stopping me. Maybe my conscience, maybe my lack of courage, either way I had to act. "Please," I said in a soft tone, my intonation suggesting I wanted her to stop. She was looking down but the words brought her gaze back up to mine. "But then why did you come in here, why..." She trailed off as she sensed my hesitancy. "I don't know," I said. "Because part of me wants to, but I don't think I can." My voice was just a whisper and I was barely speaking. "But, this morning?" Her eyes tearful now and her voice sounded like she was about to cry. "This morning we shouldn't have said what we did. I don't regret it but I'm not sure I could handle it. I'm worried what people will think. What the world will think. We should both forget about it." As the words left my mouth I knew I didn't mean them. The look in her eyes was bringing me to tears too. How did we get here? How did we get to this point? Why didn't we stop each other? Why didn't we...? The questions in my head meant nothing, they had no meaning because I knew the answers already. We didn't stop because we both wanted it, wanted each other. We weren't drunk, we weren't high, we can't blame it on a lack of inhibitions. There is a word to describe what we both felt, why we did what we did, but neither of us dared utter it. The most magical and powerful word in the world, but at this moment it was a forbidden fruit. I suddenly felt the touch of her hand on mine, our fingers interlocking and making our hands as one. I bit my lip as a shiver ran over my body. I wanted to stop her but I had no power. I looked down at her hand but it hadn't moved, it was mine that had grasped hers. Was my subconscious taking control? Was my emotional side doing something that my mind could not? I gripped her hand tighter as my conscious body followed where my emotions had lead. I looked back up at her eyes, her beautiful round eyes, my sisters eyes, they were smiling at me in a way only she can. Her hand responded to my lead and gripped back. I could feel another heartbeat, this time through my fingers. My sisters heart, beating faster than mine, and I felt a different feeling, something warm, something not unwelcome. I smiled back and brought our hands up till they were almost touching our faces. This time it was her turn to act. She pulled gently, moving my hand closer, lifted her head just a fraction so our eyes could meet and kissed the back of it ever so gently. I gripped tighter, instinctively reacting to her touch. Her lips caressed my hand and my eyes closed in response. The wetness in my groin was increasing and I was struggling to hold back the pleasure. My resistance was weakening. "Louisa," I whispered as my mind drifted back to this morning. The feelings started to return and my will was not strong enough to stop them this time. I drew our clasped hands towards my own face and returned the passion she had shown, kissing her hand back. Was it going to happen again? Would either of us be able to stop it this time? My heart was racing so fast now I could hardly breathe. She smiled, and I smiled and we both hesitantly pulled our bodies closer together. I raised my knees up towards my chest exposing my womanhood to the room behind. She must have been able to smell my excitement now but I didn't care. I closed my eyes again and decided not to think. My emotions were in control and my conscious mind had been rejected PART 2 - THINKING ABOUT THIS MORNING "There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable." -- Mark Twain I was so looking forward to seeing my sister again. Over the last couple of years, as we had both grown up and moved into our own homes, we saw less and less of each other and in the last 6 months had only really spoken on the phone and even then just for a brief while. It's amazing how quickly 2 years can go by and yet the power of the words we spoke that day still stayed with me. I found myself thinking about her more and more the less we saw each other and wondering how long would pass before the next time. This all changed though when she phoned up out the blue a couple of nights ago and invited herself over. I was so pleased just to hear her voice but the thought of seeing her after all this time made me so happy I could barely breathe. Straight after I hung up the phone I started to get myself ready to see her again. I booked with the beautician and stylist so I could look the best for my sister. I was filled with very mixed emotions. I was looking forward to spending some time with her after so long but also a little apprehensive about how we would be around each other. I wasn't sure if she had thought about that day as much as me. Part of me hoped that she had, while the other part wished we never spoke of it again. The following day went by so quickly as I counted the hours till she arrived. When the day came, my heart was pounding so fast it was almost coming out of my chest. The moment arrived and there was a knock at the door. I bounded over to open it and when I saw Louisa standing there I couldn't help flinging my arms around her and embracing her fully. "Wow, Leah!" She exclaimed with a laugh in her voice. "Have you missed me that much?" "More than you know," I responded gripping her even tighter. "I can see!" I pulled myself back and looked her in the eyes with a smile on my face. "Come on in sis, I have so much to tell you and catch up on." I pretty much dragged her over the doorway and she just managed to push the door closed with her foot before getting pulled into the lounge. We talked for hours about everything and nothing but neither of us mentioned the one thing we were both thinking about. The words we had spoken almost 2 years ago. The words I hadn't stopped thinking about since. It was after lunch that I decided to brave the subject, not knowing what response I would get so I kept it quite casual. "Do you remember that time in the garden, when we said that stuff? She paused in what she was doing, waiting to see where I was going with it. "I hadn't thought about it for a long while," I lied. "But then when you called up it reminded me of how funny it was. Do you remember?" Even though I tried to hide it, my voice had an uncertainty in it. "D'you know, I hadn't really thought about it. But now you mention it, I do remember. It was sunny right? Now sisters have an understanding with each other and I knew instantly that she was lying too and putting on a front. I nodded my head, just looking at her. "Yes, and you were giving me a massage or something?" She was speaking quickly and not covering up her emotions too well. She gave a poor attempt at a laugh. "God, yes, now I do remember, we said we loved each other. How crazy was that. We were so young back then." She reached over to her water on the table and took a big sip and gulped it down. Something came over me, some kind of force pushing me mentally forwards and I decided not to let it go. "Yes, that's what we said. Did you mean it?" "Of course I love you, you're my sister, but I didn't mean it in THAT way," she spoke quickly and then paused for a moment. "Why, did you?" She was looking me directly in the eyes this time, trying to feel for a response. Suddenly her whole face changed from a smile to something more, something deep. I hadn't even realised it but I was nodding my head in response. "I've really missed you Lou." I said as I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes and quickly wiped them away with my hand. Her whole tone changed after my reaction. "Did you really?" She questioned, moving herself closer to me on the sofa and placing her hand on my leg for comfort. "I don't know, honestly. At the time I did, but it's crazy so I tried to forget about it. Forget about you." She put her arm round me and pulled me in close, her own barriers staring to break down as well. "I think I meant them too," she was starting to cry as well and her grip on me increased. "But this is crazy. This can't happen. It's not real, it's just some crazy emotional thing, right?" Her tone was hoping I would agree but I couldn't. I didn't want to deny it anymore. "No, it's not," I said, breaking her hold and bringing my head to look at her. "It might be crazy, but it's real. It's not going to go away and I don't think I can bare not seeing you again." The words were flowing out of me and I was speaking without thinking anymore. "Tell me you meant it too?" I moved my head closer to hers so we were just a few inches apart. She waited a long while before moving forwards and resting her forehead onto mine as she spoke. "I did. I meant every word. But what does this mean? What can we do? It's wrong, it's just wrong." She was crying quite heavily now, we both were and we stayed there for an unknown time, not wanting to move or go anywhere else. It seemed like forever but the feelings weren't going away, I could resist no longer. I raised my head up a little so our lips were practically touching and then pressed them gently onto hers. I could taste her tears as they rolled down her face. She froze and didn't react. We held that position for a while, our lips touching and not wanting to move, but then she pressed a little further onto mine and began to kiss me fully. My sister was kissing me, I loved her, I couldn't resist, so I started to kiss her back, pulling her body in closer to mine and embracing the feeling. But I started to shake, the emotion of the moment was getting the better of me and I had to break it off, I couldn't take much more. I sat back, wiped the tears from my face and then wiped hers away too. She managed to muster a half smile but I could see the disappointment in her eyes. Neither of us knew where to go from here. The situation transformed quickly from passion to awkwardness and I really didn't know what to do, how to react "I'm sorry, I don't know how to take all this," I said, getting up off the sofa. "I think I need some time, some space. I'm going to take a shower." And with that I left the room and headed upstairs trying not to cry even more. She watched me leave. I could feel her eyes on me, her sad eyes wondering why she had opened herself up to me only to now be rejected. But that wasn't it. I wasn't rejecting her at all, I wanted her so badly but some small ounce of willpower I had left was making me run away, trying to protect me from what might happen. The morning became afternoon and then night and we didn't really say much at all. We kept looking at each other, thinking about what to say but neither of us finding the words. She was the first to speak after a long few hours of silence. "I think I'm going to head to bed now. It's so hot and I think we can both do with the rest." I nodded in agreement and watched her as she headed off up the stairs. I had setup the spare room for her next to mine and so I waited a good twenty minutes before heading up myself. I did my normal bathroom routine and then walked down the corridor past her room. She had left the door open and I could see her lying on the bed, naked. She had her eyes closed and was perhaps already asleep. I wasn't sure what to do. Maybe she was naked because it was so hot, maybe she was naked because she wanted me to see her, to react to her invitation? There was something inside me that just wanted to sleep but my heart wouldn't let me, it wanted me to be honest with myself no matter what the outcome. I headed off to my room to get undressed, but I never put on my pyjamas. My heart was taking over and pushing my head away. I walked back down the corridor, naked, nervous, not knowing what I was doing but acting on impulse rather than thought. I walked slowly into her room and towards her bed, my hand reaching out for the sheets and lowering my body quietly down till I was lying alongside her. When I looked at her again her eyes were fully open and I could see that she wasn't sleeping at all. We laid like that for a long while, neither of us speaking, neither of us knowing where this was going but not able to leave. She looked beautiful. She looked incredible, lying there naked next to me and I knew I wouldn't be able to stop things this time. PART 3 - THINKING ABOUT YESTERDAY "There is no aphrodisiac like innocence." -- Jean Baudrillard. Yesterday, was in fact 2 years ago. The day my heart skipped a beat, the day the seed was sown and the day we said the words to each other that we haven't been able to speak since... The house was empty, everyone had left early to beat the traffic and it was nice to have the place to ourselves for once. The sun was beating down outside making everything hot, sticky hot, that deep summer heat which makes you melt no matter how much shade you get. I wandered into the conservatory carrying two glasses of ice cold water, the cubes clinking together on the side with every step. My foot pushed the door to the garden letting it swing wide open and I tried to get through before it caught me but, as usual I wasn't quick enough and managed to spill some water onto my hand. The coolness of the liquid felt like heaven in the heat so I jerked the glass onto my other hand to balance out the sensations. Louisa was laying on the sun longer soaking up the heat. She had her bikini on, and it was the in-thing now to have an unmatched set, so in accordance with fashion her top was light blue and her bottoms pastel orange. The combination really shouldn't have worked but somehow it did. She had an amazing body and I was always jealous of how she looked. I think that's just a sisterly thing though as she was always complimenting me on mine and saying how amazing I looked too. I guess you always see what you don't have in someone else, but in fact we were actually very similar indeed. She was 18 and I was 1 year older, almost to the day. She was the brunette to my blonde and we were both about the same height around 5 foot 6 inches. Her breasts were 34C, same as mine and we actually looked very similar in body shape and fitness as we spent a lot of time doing the same things. Over the years we had become so close and shared so many experiences, good and bad which had built up an emotional bond between us that was unbreakable. "Leah," my sister called out to me. She had turned her head and was looking over from the top of her sunnies. "Coming!" I shouted as I sped up my step trying not to spill any more water. "I wondered where you were," she said as I handed her one of the glasses. "I'm melting out here. Think I might have to strip everything off! She looked over at me again with a smile and laughed when she saw my reaction. "Don't fret," she said, responding to my look of concern. "I won't really. God, I think I'd be more worried than you! And with that she turned onto her front ready to catch some more sun. I'm not sure why I felt embarrassed, I mean, why should I? We've shared so much and I'd seen her naked many times before, but we were younger then. Her body, in fact both our bodies had developed so much over the last couple of years and we had gone from being girls to women. We were both getting more and more sexually active and each of us had the odd boyfriend here and there but neither had really enjoyed the sex with them. We'd talked about it many times in each other's rooms, wondering if we were both doing it wrong or if it was maybe just from a lack of experience. We joked on one occasion about the possibility of us both being lesbians but decided we should give it a bit longer before we went down that road, laughing our heads off. Recently though I had felt more awkward around her, not wanting her to see my naked body and getting strange feelings at the thought of seeing hers. One night the other week, we even slept in our pyjamas in the same bed after a long girlie conversation and I remember having some strange feelings come over me that I'd never felt before. When we woke in the morning, I could sense she was feeling the same but we didn't speak about it and let it go. I guess I just hadn't seen her naked for so long and was a little taken aback how incredible she looked. My eyes glanced down to the side of her breasts which were now squashed against the fabric of the lounger and as I continued to look along the rest of her beautiful body laying there I found myself feeling strange, nervous and apprehensive. What was this feeling? I tried to ignore it and sat down next to her. "Can you put some lotion on my back hun?" She motioned her hand down towards some bottles under the bed. Thinking About My Sister "Sure, no problem. I bent down to pick up a bottle which she'd hidden in the shade and as I stood up she was adjusting her bikini bottom, shifting it around trying to get more comfortable. She had an amazing ass and her cheeks looked so perfect as they gripped her bikini thong tightly. I found myself wanting to touch it, to feel it in my hand. What was this feeling all about? Why was I feeling this way? My free hand drifted down to my own ass and I found myself caressing it, imagining it was my sisters instead. I gave a little shiver, unsure as to what I was feeling and blinked a couple of times to shake myself out of the moment. I managed to bring myself back and knelt down next to her squirting some lotion onto her back. "Ooh, that feels nice," she said as its coolness soothed her hot skin. I started to rub it over her back in a circular motion, using both my hands to work it in. I had done a few courses on massage and while I was no expert, I knew enough to make it feel good when I put my mind to it. Her skin was so silky smooth and I began to stroke it, wanting to touch her all over. These feelings...where were they coming from? I moved my hands up to her shoulders and used my fingers to squeeze into her neck muscles to release some tension. "Wow! That feels even better," she purred as my skills were perhaps better than I remembered. I swallowed a couple of times before speaking so she couldn't hear the breathless excitement in my voice. "You're a little tense sis," I said as I worked the lotion into her shoulders and neck. "I know. I think it must be the heat. It's tightening up my whole body." "Just try and relax and I'll give you a full massage," I said as I repositioned myself midway down her body. The pure thought of being able to touch my sister all over was actually turning me on. This was crazy, this was my sister! Why was I feeling like this? "Oh, would you?" She breathed out some tension in her words. "I so need it." I didn't want her to hear how much I really wanted to, so I tried to sound a little more easy going, but secretly my heart was beginning to race. "Sure, but then you owe me, OK?" She nodded her head and shifted her position a little to get more comfortable. I started where I had left off on her neck and shoulders. She was really tense and I spent a while working the muscles back and forth till they loosened a little. I was moving my hands slowly and really enjoying the moment, loving the feel of her skin and trying to contain my excitement. My hands moved along the curve of her back, my fingers running down her side and admiring her wonderful flesh as I slowly worked down towards her ass. Whenever I touched her somewhere new she responded with her body, showing her willingness and enjoyment of the feelings. I removed my hands to put some more lotion on and as I rubbed them together to warm up the liquid I could feel my heart trying to jump out of my body. I was almost out of breath with the sensations that were coming over me and the thought of touching and caressing my sisters ass. These feelings were crazy but I didn't want to think about where they were coming from, I just wanted to go with the moment and let it take me over. I placed my hands gently down onto her ass spreading the new lotion all over. I tentatively moved her thong strap a little so I could work my hands behind it. Her cheeks were gripping it pretty tight so I had to run a finger just inside them to bring it out. The warmth of her inner flesh gave me a shiver and I could barely contain myself. I continued to rub the liquid into her muscles, pressing a little harder to really work them. She let out a small moan as my fingers explored every curve of her ass, gently probing where perhaps they shouldn't. "Does that feel good?" I asked with a little stutter in my voice that I couldn't hide. "Mmmm, wonderful," she whispered as she tensed up inadvertently. "Relax!" I said gently as I felt her whole bottom lift off the lounger as she arched her back. "I can't help it," she whispered, lowering it back down. "The way you're touching me, it feels amazing." I waited for her body to visibly relax again before I moved my hands to where the curve of her bottom met the top of her legs and pressed underneath to work the inner muscles. Her legs were beautifully toned and so shapely that I once again found the feelings taking over me. I spoke, this time without thinking. "I just love your body Lou," I said as I ran my hands down her inner thighs, caressing the back of her legs and onto her calves. "It looks amazing and feels so good to touch." I continued and worked my hands onto her feet, stroking the underside arch and massaging her toes. "Mmmm," was all she said again, getting lost in the moment too. "I love making you feel good." My words were suggestive with real emotion behind them "You can touch me like that forever," she whispered in an almost dream-like state. "Being with you gives me shivers." I could hear some emotion in her voice too now and there was something building between us, something powerful but perhaps unwanted. I continued to stroke my hands up and down her body, exploring her every curve and responding to her body's guidance. I'm not sure how long passed but it must have been a while as I could feel my own skin burning. I had got so lost massaging my sister that I had forgotten to put lotion on myself and was now paying the price. I worked my hands back up towards her neck where I had started and finished up with a few more movements before lowering my head down to hers. I had to take a deep breath to bring myself back to reality before I could even speak. "How did that feel?" I asked, but already knew the answer. She turned her head to face me and reached a hand up to remove her sunnies. "Wow! That was just incredible. You make me feel so good. You actually turned me..." She stopped short of what she was about to say and let her voice trail off, unsure of what it meant. The closeness of our heads meant I could feel her breath on me as she spoke and there was something incredible coming over me, over us both. Something was there and neither of us knew what to do with it. I put my hand onto her back, rolling it down her flesh and across her ass, lovingly caressing the curve of her cheeks before returning back up to her shoulder. The next words I spoke and the way I spoke them even shocked me. "I really love you." She paused for a long while, not knowing how to take it, but never took her eyes off me for a second. She swallowed deeply before barely speaking the words herself. "I love you too." The world stopped. Nothing around us mattered except this moment, the look in each other's eyes, the emotion in our words. The rest of the world didn't matter because it would never understand. We stayed there staring at each other for what seemed like eternity, reliving the words we had just spoken. My heart skipped a beat that very moment and the thought of what we had both just said and the meaning behind it became reality. I could tell she was feeling something different too but neither of us could say a word. Our eyes were talking to each other and saying all we needed to hear. This was a path neither of us had expected or even seen coming and one which we unconsciously decided to ignore. We broke gaze after an unknown time and silently made our way back into the house to cool off, not speaking a word about what had just happened or what we had said. Neither of us have spoken those words to each other since then, for fear of where it might lead. That was, until tonight. PART 4 - THINKING ABOUT TONIGHT "Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't." -- Eleanor Roosevelt. We laid like that for a long time, neither of us wanting to initiate the first move but both of us wanting it more than anything. We were staring into each other's eyes and talking through the silence with every movement of our pupils. I moved my head a little closer to hers and she responded in kind, our mouths almost touching and we could both feel the other's breath in the heat of the night. Our hands gripped tighter and were almost shaking with anticipation. I was starting to realise that I had felt like this for a long time, a very long time. The emotions that were flooding over me had been there all along, I had just been suppressing them. I moved my head forward just a little more but it was all that was needed to cross that line. A line that was there for a reason, but one which was not absolute. I had thought about it for so long, I had talked myself out of it every time and justified my position. I was fooling no one, especially not myself. I was merely delaying it until I had the courage to step over it, to move pass that line that I'd spent years trying not to cross. I pushed my lips onto hers and kissed her gently, waiting to see how she would respond after my earlier rejection. Her eyes were closed at this point and I wondered if I had destroyed everything. But my heart started to race as I felt her kiss me back. Our lips were one, our hearts were beating together and our bodies were beginning to relax. This time we weren't going to stop. The tension I had felt for so long was disappearing away from me with every second. When you hold something in for so long, when you don't let your heart speak then the release is incredible when you eventually let it out. She broke off the kiss and opened her eyes, looking at me with such love and I smiled with all the happiness in my heart. It all felt ok, it all felt right. She smiled back and we put our lips together again, letting the wetness from the previous time reconnect. I felt so happy, all my worries, all my concerns, all my inhibitions were falling away and the bonds they had over me for so long were breaking. I wasn't worried anymore, I didn't care. I opened my mouth a little and let my tongue poke through, touching her lips and tasting her skin. She responded and allowed it to slip into her mouth, closing her lips around it, as if wanting to keep it inside her. I felt the touch of her tongue on mine and we began to explore each other's mouth for the first time, our saliva mixing together and I could taste and feel her love with every stroke. I had my eyes closed now, falling deep into the heat of the moment. It was everything I had dreamed about and more. I unclasped my hand from hers and reached up to caress her face. I brushed her hair aside and rolled my fingers all around her neck, feeling my way around and exploring her skin as my tongue was exploring her mouth. I pulled her head in closer to mine, wanting to get as deep inside her as I could. We kissed back and forth, sometimes pulling away to look in each other's eyes, only to fall back into it again. Our tongues we experiencing new pleasures and tantalising each other with their touch. I moved my hand onto the side of her face and held her cheek in my palm. My thumb gently stroked her eyebrow as I broke away from her lips giving her a succession of small kisses up her face. Her eyes closed in anticipation as I moved gently onto her eyelid and used my tongue to lick it lightly, feeling her eye roll upwards with the pleasure. I reached to the back of her neck, pulling her in tight again and progressed my kisses towards her ear, my tongue slipping inside and sensuously flicking around, exploring her fully. Our hearts was beating faster than I had ever known and my breath was increasing. I was losing myself in the moment and never wanted to stop. My kisses moved down her neck and onto her back as I blew my hot breath there, giving her shivers as she let out a small moan with pleasure. Every part of her was starting to move as she reacted to my tender affection. She placed her hands on my body in response, rolling me over so I was lying on top of her and I had to put my hands down either side to stabilise myself. Once again we stared into each other's eyes. "I love..." I stopped her from saying it with my finger on her lips. "Shhh," I said as I brought my body down onto hers. The tips of our breasts were now touching and our nipples reacted as they rubbed together, I was getting so turned on with the sensations as I lowered myself down. I placed my lips onto hers again, this time licking all around before pulling back a little so our mouths were slightly apart, letting our tongues do a dance in the open air between. She smiled as she flicked her tongue across mine getting faster with each movement, pushing her head up to try and kiss me but I resisted by pulling back a little myself, teasing her with the anticipation. After a few tries she could resist no more and grabbed the back of my head hard, pulling me down onto her and plunging her tongue deep inside my mouth. She kissed me so passionately that I was losing strength. I relaxed my arms and let my whole body weight lay on top of her once more. She started kissing all around my face with a new found passion and covered my skin with her saliva. We were both gone now, lost in the moment and no longer thinking, but reacting to our inner hearts. Her hands gripped around my waist and continued to feel my body, rolling them down onto my ass, tightly gripping both my cheeks. I tensed up in response and pushed my groin towards hers, feeling her wet mound connect with mine as I kissed her passionately again. She reacted to my every touch by pushing back, forcing our bodies closer together at every turn. I gently licked my way down her neck and tentatively moved towards her breasts. I hadn't seen them for so long and the thought of kissing and sucking on them, exploring every part of her was turning me on so much. The knowledge of what I was about to do sent a shiver across my whole body and my breath was heavy as my heart raced. Part of me didn't want to go any further, to live in this moment forever, in anticipation of what was to come. The self torment became too much and without thinking I kissed my way across her breast and let my tongue reach out and touch her nipple. It responded instantly and stood up, waiting for my mouth to follow where my tongue had led. I pulled it into my mouth with a sucking motion and teased it with my tongue. I loved the way she tasted, it was different to the rest of her skin. Maybe it was the intimacy but it was like nothing I'd experienced before. I continued to suck, as if trying to draw out milk and made sure my eyes met with hers. She was looking down at me with such love and I let my hand come around and cup her other breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as I looked deep into her eyes and continued to play with her nipple in my mouth. The texture felt amazing and she moaned in pleasure as I rolled it around my tongue and tasted every part, flicking it back and forth. "Oh, Leah!" Her words echoed in my head as I moved my attention to her other breast. My hands stroked down her sides, across her waist and onto the round of her ass. She still had a tight grip on mine and I returned the favour by pushing my hands underneath, cupping her cheeks and digging in with my fingers. I raised my head up from the warmth of her breasts and kissed her passionately on the lips again. I just couldn't get enough of her body and wanted to experience every part of it. "I love the way you taste," I said as our eyes made contact again. She looked at me and barely whispered the words. "You make me feel incredible." Our bodies were sweating in the heat, mixing in with each other as our flesh slipped together. I could sense she was getting really turned on and was beginning to smell her sex mixed in with the sweat. "I want to taste every part of you. I've wanted you for so long now, it's been driving me crazy." I paused momentarily to make sure I had her gaze. "I want to make you cum, I'm going to make you orgasm so hard and then I'm gonna taste my sisters juice." I gave her a smile as I started kissing my way down her breasts again and along her stomach. She had a pierced belly button and I flicked it with my tongue a few times on my journey down. As I placed a string of kisses down her body I looked up to make sure she was watching me. She was panting heavily as I got ever closer to her pussy. Her stomach was moving up and down quickly and she had placed her own hands on her breasts and was playing with her nipples in anticipation, squeezing them between her fingers. I rolled my hands over the smooth curves of the side of her ass and down onto her thighs. Her skin was so smooth and with the sweat from the heat they slipped along the wet trail. My head was getting close to her groin now and I could feel the prickles of her pubic hair on my chin I rubbed it back and forth as I slid further down. The scent of her pussy was getting stronger and I could tell she was already extremely wet. I broke her gaze and looked down towards my prize as my eyes confirmed what I had already smelt. Her groin was so wet and there were already strings of excitement making a bridge between her outer lips and inner thighs. I swallowed, in anticipation of what I was about to taste and with one final glance back up to her I put my tongue out and broke one of the lines of her wetness, licking it up into my mouth. I followed by licking up the length of her pussy lapping all the juice she had produced, rolling it around my mouth and swallowing it down tasting all her inner beauty. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, sweat and sticky, musty and wet, I just loved it. I could feel my own groin responding as I tasted my sisters juice. She moaned as my tongue licked up and down her slit coating it with her juice on every stroke. The more I licked her, the more she produced as she was building up to the orgasm I promised her. I brought my hand up and used my finger to pull the hood of her clitoris back, exposing the treasure underneath. My tongue licked her once more, this time finishing on her clit and flicking back and forth across its head. She raised her hips up and was pushing her groin into my face as her back arched, building towards her climax. I gave a few more licks before pushing my tongue deep into her hole as I used my finger to rub her nub directly. It didn't take long and she could hold back no longer as her whole body was writhing up and down on the bed as she peaked in her first climax as the orgasm flowed over her. "Oh my God!" She screamed out load as her pussy pulsated several times and to my shock and surprise my sister squirted right into my mouth. I couldn't believe it and I had to swallow quickly to prevent myself from choking. Her nectar flowed down my throat and it was now all I could smell and taste. I pulled back a little as the second spurt missed my mouth and covered my face, dripping its way down onto my chin and beyond. I wiped it a little as I looked up at her, she was still shaking with pleasure and her head was thrown all the way back in ecstasy. I slid my body upwards, letting my flesh slip on top of hers. She was writhing in the moment and could barely contain herself with all the feelings and emotions that were flowing through her. As I approached upwards positioning our bodies parallel to each other, I put my head directly above hers. She lowered and met my gaze again, which this time had her own juice dripping from it, I leant down to kiss her. Our lips touched once more and she got the first taste of her own juice from her sisters mouth. The smell and texture made her kiss me more passionately than ever before and our tongues slipped together as we enjoyed the liquid. Thinking About My Sister I felt so close to her, my emotions were flowing and I wanted her to feel the same way. To want me like I wanted her. To pleasure me like I pleasured her. I spoke in a soft tone. "Tell me you want me too." "I want you more than anything," she replied in but a whisper. "I've been in love with you ever since I can remember." I was a little taken aback by her words. In my heart I think I knew the truth but hearing them first hand brought it into reality. "You love me?" I questioned, hoping to hear the answer I knew I wanted. She nodded her head in response. "I love you Leah, I think I've always loved you. At first I mistook it for something else but now I can embrace the truth. I'm not afraid anymore. I don't care what people think and I'm not going to live in denial for one day longer." I looked at her with almost tears in my eyes. The thing I had not been able to say, the thing that I thought was wrong, was forbidden, she had just said to me and given me courage, given me the confidence to express my true feelings. "I love you too Louisa. I love you so much, I never want to be without you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and make you as happy as I possibly can." I was crying now and I left the words hanging out there, not quite sure if I had spoken them correctly or if she had understood my true meaning. My anticipation was relieved when I saw the tears begin in her eyes too. "I want to be with you too," she said as she began to cry. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you and share our love forever." We were holding each other tight and feeling our joined heartbeats as our breath was moving together and our chests beating as one. She held me so close that I didn't want this moment to end, but as she pulled me in tighter I felt her hands start to explore my body like I had explored hers. She touched me on my side and caressed her fingers along my waist and around onto the base of my back. She placed her head sideways on my chest and snuggled her nose into my breasts, rubbing it around and onto my nipples, moving back and forth across them a few times before letting her mouth explore the erectness of my excitement. I felt her sucking it in her mouth and teasing it between her teeth, the sensations just made it even more erect. A shiver came over me and my whole body shuddered as the realisation of what was happening took over. My sister was starting to explore my body and every part of me was tingling in anticipation. She kissed her way back and forth over my breasts and used her tongue to express her love which made me feel even closer than before. Every now and then she looked up at me and smiled through her eyes. Her beautiful soft eyes which gave me a window into her soul. She looked incredible with her mouth around my breast, and my heart was racing faster by the moment. She was using her hands to caress the base of my back and her fingers were exploring my every curve. She lowered them down towards the start of my ass and followed it around to where my cheeks met. She gripped a little tighter and pulled them apart, just a little, showing my inner holes to the world behind. I felt open, exposed, but I didn't mind, I had surrendered my body to her and she could do whatever she wanted to me. Her fingers worked their way between my cheeks and flicked across both my holes. The sensation of her touching my anus made me tighten my cheeks up and grip them closed onto her hands. She removed her mouth from my breast and smiled at me. "It's ok hun, I'll be gentle." Her words were spoken like chocolate and it brought a slightly embarrassed smile to my own face. "I know you will," I said, relaxing again and allowing her to open me up. "It was just instinctive." And I repeated the words I had spoken to myself earlier. "You can touch me anyway you want, my whole body is yours to explore." After a short pause with our eyes connected, she placed her hands on my hips in response and turned me around so my ass was facing her, encouraging me to bend over so she could see it in more detail. I obeyed and placed my hands onto the bed on all fours. She sat up and this time opened my cheeks with her nose, pushing it between them to create a space, the heat of the night allowing her to slide in easily and she shuffled her head to get more space gliding her tongue up the gap. My cheeks gripped her as she moved upwards but I could just feel the tip of her tongue probing my holes and tantalising me with anticipation. She was losing the battle as my cheeks was too tight and had to bring her hands up to the rescue. "No hiding sis!" She exclaimed as she pulled them apart fully giving her the perfect view of me from behind. "Much better!" And with that she licked her tongue all the way up my ass from the very base and across both my holes, leaving a trail of saliva in her wake. I let out a little moan as the feel of her tongue on my pussy gave me shivers and then the touch of it on my anus sent me into ecstasy. No one had ever been allowed near there with anything, let alone their tongue but it made me feel amazing. She continued to lick me up and down, letting her tongue find its way past my outer lips and into my pussy. I was so turned on that I could already feel myself building to orgasm. "Oh my God, that feels amazing," I said to encourage her to keep going. I could feel my body beginning to spasm and didn't want her to change the rhythm. She responded by adding her hand into the equation and started to massage my clit. She rubbed it with her fingers at first, then with the palm of her hand back and forth. It was all I needed to send me over the edge and with one final scream I felt the orgasm flood over my body. "Oh, oh yes!" I screamed out as she continued to lap me up throughout my eruption. My body was shaking but she kept going with her tongue and hand giving me wave after wave of electric spasm as my body arced multiple times. I couldn't take any more and collapsed down onto the bed pushing my groin into the sheets to try and bring me back to normality. I felt her shift forwards and lie on top of me, kissing up my back and neck and finally finishing on the side of my face as she whispered into my ear. "I don't know which of us enjoyed that more," she said as her hot breath blew into my ear. "I love the way you taste and how I can make you feel." She kissed me again on my cheek and gave me a gentle nudge indicating she wanted me to roll over. I turned to face her and gave her a full kiss on the lips. I didn't use my tongue this time, it felt closer to just kiss each other with our lips, more loving than sexual and the feeling turned me on once again. I still couldn't believe this was my sister, the girl I had loved for so long and now she was mine and I was hers. It felt like a dream, I didn't think such amazing things happened to normal people. "I love you so much," I said, no longer worried about her response. She smiled and kissed me once again. "I love you too and I love the fact that I turn you on as well." My face changed from smiling to pleasure as I felt her hand rubbing my clit again. This time she slipped her finger inside and started to explore my inner hole. "Mmmm," I hummed as one finger became two and then the tightness of three. "O.o.o.h, w.o.o.o.w!" I stuttered as she moved them around inside me. I was still sensitive from my last orgasm but was ready for more, especially from the fingers of my sister. "You know just how to touch me Lou," I told her between breaths as she continued to work me back up to another orgasm. She kissed me again, this time leading with her tongue and inviting me to play with hers. She was a little more dominant now which I liked and I struggled to get the upper hand in the tussle as she skilfully controlled he situation. During all this she was getting more involved with my pussy, pushing her fingers in and out in different groupings and intermittently rubbing my clit. She varied the pace and strength and sometimes even opened me up using her thumb as leverage. I was so wet down there that her hand was slipping in and out with ease and the more she did it, the wetter I got. "I want to taste you again," she purred as she kissed her way back down my chest, stopping a little on my breasts and giving my nipples some attention making them stand erect again. Her head arrived at my groin as my orgasm was truly building and I involuntarily pushed my hips up in response to her stimulation. She took it as an invitation and moved her head to meet my throbbing pussy, pushing it back onto the bed with her free hand as she lapped up my juice that was practically dripping from my outer lips. She had a very skilful tongue and she used it to perfection as she flicked it back and forth on the hood of my clit and exposed the nub behind, held it up with her finger and sucked on it. "Oooh yes," I said. "Yes, keep doing that." As it felt like she was about to suck it clean out of me. It was almost painful, but the pain pleasure boundary was indistinguishable now, all I could feel was the moment and it felt incredible. She grabbed both my legs just under my ass and pushed them up, forcing me to raise them into the air and up over my shoulders. Luckily I was quite flexible and could almost put them all the way. "Better," she said and began licking again but this time focussing more on my now exposed puckered hole. The tip of her tongue teased it by dragging all around, playing with my sensitivity. I involuntarily tightened and loosened in response and every time it expanded her tongue just made contact with the inner hole sending shivers down my body. "Wow, wow, wow..." I kept saying the same thing again and again, not wanting her to stop. I had my hands wrapped around my own legs and was pushing my whole ass towards her head encouraging her. She started pulsing her tongue in and out of my anus, each time trying to get it further in but it was so tight that she barely managed more than the tip. Her hand revisited my pussy and started to rub away at my clit again, her fingers gliding inside me at the same time. She continued to tongue my anus while building up a steady rhythm with her hand on my clit. It felt amazing. I really didn't want this moment to end but had no control over my body as my sister touched me in all the right places to bring me off. She licked her tongue up towards my pussy again and darted it inside, getting a taste of my new flow of excitement. She licked and rubbed my clit using her fingers in and out of me slowly building up the pace until I could take it no longer and my body burst into orgasm once again. I screamed at the top of my voice, wanting the whole world to hear the pleasure my sister had given me. "Yes, yes, yes!" I cried as wave after wave of orgasm flooded every part of me. I let my legs drop back down onto the bed and just laid there not wanting or having the energy to move. Louisa rolled up alongside me and kissed me on the top of my shoulder, rubbing her hand over my breasts and caressing my body with such love in her touch. "I love making you feel good," she whispered as she snuggled up even closer to me, pulling herself in tight to my side. "I love the way you make me feel," I responded, placing my hand onto hers and interlocking our fingers once again. "I don't want you to ever leave me, say you won't." I turned my head to face hers and got the response I so dearly wanted. "I'm never going to leave you hun, we will be together forever." And with that she placed her head onto my shoulder and kissed me gently on the neck. I was falling asleep with such a happy smile on my face that night, lying next to my beautiful sister, having pleased each other in so many ways and knowing our future together would be incredible and no longer caring what the world might think. Our hearts were beating as one as we drifted off to sleep and I couldn't wait for the next day, and the rest of our lives to begin. Thinking About You I would like to thank Misty_Morning for being my constant inspiration and for always loving me. Main Thumse Pyaar Karthi Hoon, P. ~~ The house appeared dark from the outside, the security light was set off when someone passed in a car or on foot. As Sue drove up in her car, she was reminded of how dark the neighbourhood was without a sign of life. It suddenly reminded her that Nicole was not home with Josh yet. Sighing to herself she turned into the drive and slowly edged into the garage as the door lifted automatically. The garage was eerily quiet and dark- particularly in the moment between the door lowering fully and the light coming on. One could hardly call it a light; it was simply a naked bulb, dangling precariously from the ceiling- casting an even creepier stark white light about the place. Where the light reached it was glaringly bright- bouncing off smooth surfaces. Where the shadows remained- wrapped around the lawnmower and other haphazardly strewn gardening paraphernalia, it was as dark as night. After collecting her belongings and locking the car, she slipped into the house via the internal garage door. She looked around the hallway, taking it all in again as though it were all new. The table with the drawers in the corner, a mirror mounted above it. She smiled as she thought back to all the times Nicole would hover there as they were running late for a restaurant booking, checking her hair, making sure she wasn't falling out of her bra and so on. Not that she minded, Sue mused to herself with a smirk. Then there was the clock on the wall, constantly reminding them that time was of the essence, and that time lost was never to be reclaimed. That thought sat badly with Nicole for the longest time, but now, she just took it as a reminder to absorb every moment and remember every possible detail. Sue shook her head at the clock and unzipped her light coat. She smiled at the post- it that had been left on the mirror- having just noticed it now that she had moved to stand in front of it. "please put the chicken in the oven...xXx" Sue smiled at the thoughtfulness of the kisses at the end of Nicole's grammatical- disaster of a note. She slipped her keys into a drawer in the table, allowing them to jangle against a collection of coins. "I always spend coins." Nicole had once said. "Really? I always collect them...i have jars full of them everywhere." had been Sue's response. Sue closed the drawer again, her fingers lingering over the handle, feeling the brass and the wood. She smiled in the knowledge that Nicole dipped in there as often as she checked her hair in the mirror. She opened the next drawer along, slipping out an envelope. Inside it was a picture of her with Josh, rolling around in an embrace on the grass in the back garden. Nicole had been on hand with her camera trying to take pictures of insects for Josh when she happened to capture that precious moment on film- another mind jogger. Putting it back Sue slipped her shoulders from her coat and let it slide down her arms. She turned to hang it up on a hook on the opposite wall, next to one of Josh's hoodies and Nicole's leather jacket. She ran her index finger down the sleeve of the jacket, smiling as she remembered the first time she'd seen Nicole wearing it, in person. It had been at the airport; Nicole was walking through the departure gate, pushing a trolley in front of her. Sue's breath had caught in her chest as she spotted her, throwing her hair over her shoulder as she moved closer. She smiled as she began slipping her shoes off and pushing them under the hallway table, she curled her toes in the soft carpet- thick enough to be felt through her socks. She leant down to roll them off her feet anyway and smiled as the thick carpet almost swallowed her feet. Walking down the hall to the living room, reaching out for the door handle, she pulled it away quickly. Examining her hand she found that it was covered in body lotion- which was also smothered all over the handle. It must have come from when Nicole was trying to get Josh ready this morning and he kept running off. Laughing, she wiped her hand down her jeans and used her sleeve to grip the handle, reminding herself to wipe it properly later. The first striking feature of the living room was the picture wall. Almost covered from floor to ceiling in pictures of all the family including CC, and of course of various artsy fartsy landscapes that Nicole insisted on photographing. "One picture of one landscape is more than enough!" Sue had sighed once when Nicole had dragged her from the car on the way to a party, her camera in hand. She waited patiently with the odd interjection about the time, as Nicole completed almost an entire roll of film from the same 'damn vantage point' and facing the 'same damn way'. "But every landscape is different from another and from itself moment to moment." Nicole had responded, Sue rolled her eyes as Nicole took another frame. It was only until the pictures had been developed that the differences moment to moment clear. Sue never complained again. She took a step toward the picture wall and smiled as she started at the top left corner. This picture was a close up of her- a cigarette in her mouth, writing something down by hand at the kitchen bar. Nicole had processed it in black and white- it was striking. Moving along she found more pictures of herself, some of Nicole and some of Nicole's pregnant belly. She smiled and touched the picture, remembering how Nicole looked when she was pregnant. Moving down she found pictures of Josh, progressively getting older- from birth in the hospital to the latest addition- him dressed as a pirate last week, prancing around in the garden. Sue laughed, Nicole had signed it "Shiver me timbers!" Moving away from the picture wall, Sue slid her hand across the top of the TV, walking slowly around the room to the fireplace. She paused, her hand brushing the stone above the hearth, a devilish smile spread across her face slowly. "What if he comes down to see if Santa has been yet?!" Nicole whispered. "He won't, I told him that if he left his bed tonight, Santa wouldn't bring him a baby brother or sister." "Sue!" Nicole scorned. The scorn soon dissolved as Sue pressed her lips to Nicole's and gently lowered her to the soft carpet in front of the fireplace. Sue shook herself from the memory and smiled as she fingered a scented candle that had burned next to the fireplace that night. She manoeuvred around the coffee table and settled herself onto the sofa, leaning forward and retrieving an album from the shelf below the table. Flipping through the pages she lost track of time as she moved between pictures of Nicole at her graduation, to herself mingling with guests at parties- ones that Nicole had taken quietly when she wasn't looking. There were more photo's of Josh as he got older, and some favourites from when he was a baby. Nicole's favourite had been the picture of Josh and Sue together, when he was newborn. Sue was holding him up, her nose pressed to his, her lips in a pout kissing his lips. The shot was in full profile, and had been printed several times, in colour, sepia and black and white. The one in the album was in colour. Sue had the black and white one on her desk at work, and Nicole had the sepia one. Some of Sue's favourite had been the ones of Nicole as she moved through pregnancy, Sue had taken her hand to Nicole's camera once, catching Nicole raid the fridge in the dead of night to find pickles to feast on. "Baby...?" Nicole said quietly, gently nudging Sue awake. "What...?" She answered groggily. "I really really really have a craving for a vanilla milkshake." She said with a slight blush. This particular incident had been at 1am on a night in January. Nicole had wanted to get out of the house and so they both wrapped up and Sue went to warm the car up before Nicole came out with a small blanket. They drove for an hour before finding a 24 hour dinner that served vanilla milkshakes- having stopped at 3 already. Sue laughed, "The things I do for that woman..." she sighed softly. Another of Sue's favourites had been when she had snuck a shot around the doorframe of the bedroom, catching Nicole measuring her stomach with a tape measure in the mirror. If you looked at the shot carefully enough you'd have been able to see a hand and a camera poking out from the side of the door in the mirror, capturing the moment. Sue smiled and came to the penultimate page of the album. She didn't turn it over for a moment, sighing to herself slightly. It was rare that she looked through this album, and when she did she preferred to do it alone, at her own pace, allowing it to jog her specific memories. She turned the last page and looked down at the picture. It was of her Dad, he was holding Josh in his arms when he was a few weeks old. He wasn't looking at the camera, rather looking down at Josh's sleeping face with a proud smile. Sue left the page open on her lap as she stared off into space, remembering everything the album had brought up. It was not long before she lost all conception of time, and the rattle of keys could be heard at the front door. "Hey sweetheart..." Nicole called, as she closed the door and put her keys away. Josh came bounding into the living room, jogging Sue from her daydream. "Mooommy!" he called as he jumped up on the sofa and threw his arms around her as best as he could. "Hey sweetie, how are you doin'?" she smiled as she cuddled him back. He didn't get a chance to answer before Nicole entered the room, her arms full with coats and bags. "Hey..." Sue said, putting Josh down on the sofa and quickly getting up- closing the album and slipping it away before Nicole had a chance to see what she had been looking at. Sue took some of the stuff from her arms and put it down on the floor. "I don't smell chicken." Nicole raised her eyebrow. Sue took a panicked glance at her watch, it read 8:30. "Fuck...I lost track of all time...I'm sorry...I forgot to put it in." Nicole sighed softly..."Sue..." "I was looking at our pictures, remembering." "Yeah?" "Yeah, I wanted to tell you that I love you and I love our family," she said, placing a hand on Nicole's bump and nodding in Josh's direction. Nicole's annoyance melted away and she smiled softly, cupping her face and leaning in to kiss her. "Josh, mom is treating us to a meal out." Nicole winked. Thinking About You It is late Saturday night. Hank has spent a good part of Friday evening and many hours of Saturday sitting at a computer in his third floor apartment. More time was used earlier in the week -- at work and evenings at home -- writing the report. He is working on an important report that his boss wants on Monday afternoon at 4:00 pm -- or sent to him by email during the weekend. Hank needs to go over the report, in detail, with his supervisor on Monday afternoon. This report will be part of a package that his supervisor will use in a major status report to the Company executives. Early Saturday morning, Hank got several ideas that would enhance the report. If accepted by the Company executives, Hank honestly believed these ideas would made a nice profit for the company -- -- and greatly improve his chances of a promotion or at least a nice increase in his salary. He got out of bed and started working before sunrise. Even now -- late Saturday evening -- he is dressed only is his underpants and T-shirt. To be safe, Hank prints on paper a copy of his draft report every hour or so. He has read too many articles about computer failure, computer crashes, and other problems that computers and software may create. And problems caused by computer bugs and virus. His pile of draft reports -- just over one inch high -- is on the corner of his desk. His usually neat desk is cluttered with several books, open copies of earlier reports, and some scrape paper. His small wastepaper can is almost filled -- with waste paper, several empty beer bottles, and some empty plastic trays that had contained frozen food. His meals this weekend were simple -- frozen food warmed in the microwave. There is a partially empty bag of chips on his desk. An open bottle of beer is almost drained -- -- the beer is now at room temperature. The report is essentially completed. All that remains to be done is for Hank to review the report on Sunday. Hank turns on the printer and pushes some buttons on his keyboard. Soon the printer starts printing the first of many report pages. Usually on Saturday afternoon and evening, his serious girl friend, Lillian, goes with Hank on a date -- shopping, movie, cultural or sports event, restaurant meal. Almost always, the date finishes up either at Lillian's apartment or Hank's apartment. Television or a rented movie may be watched -- briefly. But soon the couple often finds their way to bed for some sexy fun and pleasure. Sunday morning and afternoon finds the couple again becoming as one -- when a bare male cock plunges into a moist female cylinder. Or a bare cock is in a moist mouth -- or in a 'back door'. But this weekend, Hank had to work on this report. Lillian is visiting several of her college friends in another city -- about 45 minutes away, by airplane. There will be no coupling this weekend. Lillian and Hank will not be together, sexually. Hank is tired. But before turning the computer off, he checks his email. He reads an email that Lillian sent him on Saturday afternoon. It ends with the following sexy paragraphs: "___ ___ ___ ___ I can not wait until we are together again. You have already satisfied my lips, breasts, nipples, pussy lips, and vagina with your fingers and mouth. Plus an adult toy that you used inside my body. I have had an orgasm. "I am wet, very wet -- -- with my natural moisture -- -- I can feel it oozing slowly out of my body. Now it is your turn to be satisfied -- -- as you have me. As you possess me. As you possess me completely! "I am on my back, my legs are spread wide -- -- your cock lightly touches my pussy lips. You move forward slightly -- -- my pussy lips part; and you enter my cunt with your beautiful hard erection. We come together, the two of us become as one -- -- cock with cunt. "Initially your deep penetration is slow -- gradually you speed up. Then every thrust is deep -- very deep. Very fast. Many minutes pass -- as your manhood explores my moist pink love tunnel. "Then your cock explodes -- and shots a load of 'male cream' into me. Slowly, we both relax. And fall asleep -- our arms and legs inter-twined. Your flaccid penis is touching me just above my slit -- resting for its next penetrating mission. As the morning sun rises -- your cock will also rise up and again explore my mouth, my ass, and my love tunnel." "WITH ALL MY LOVE -- FOREVER YOURS Lillian "PS -- -- See you on Tuesday afternoon, at the Airport baggage area." Hank reads her email several times -- -- he closes his eyes, briefly. And thinks about the closing paragraphs. He starts getting an erection; he feels his penis pushing against his white shorts. Hank replies to her email with some general comments -- then closes his email to Lillian with these sentences: " ___ ___ ___ ___ YES!! I am very anxious for us to be together, again. MANY TIMES!! My constant companions are also anxious to be near you -- rod wants to get warm in your moist pink tunnel. My balls want to bounce against your beautiful ass, repeatedly. "I want you -- -- I need you; Lillian. And I do think about the many wonderful and pleasing times we have had together -- both in private and in public. "You are in my thoughts often -- especially in the early morning, as I slowly wake up. And at night, before I fall asleep. "Will see you soon on Tuesday afternoon -- at the airport. Baggage area. "WITH ALL MY LOVE, LILLIAN - - - MY VERY SEXY SWEETHEART Hank" Hank glances at the completely printed paper copy of his report -- now in its final draft version. On Sunday he will reread the entire report and do some final polishing. He has spent many hours working on this required report. His supervisor wants the final version on Monday afternoon. He does not want to lose the report due to any action of computer -- software -- virus - bugs. Hank prints a second copy of the report. Hank thinks about his girl friend, and looks at some pictures he has on his computer: Vacation pictures showing Lillian or both of them at some State and National Parks. Indoor pictures showing Lillian or both of them dressed, partially dressed, stark naked, and having sexual fun. Indoor pictures showing Lillian wearing revealing lingerie, taking a shower, taking a bath, shaving her pubic hair. Outside nude pictures of Lillian -- taken at several isolated areas as she posed by rocks, water, a small waterfall, and trees. Hank is by himself in his apartment. But he still says, out loud: "She really has a beautiful body. All the right curves and in all the right places. I even like her two moles -- one by her ear, the other on the underside of her breast." Hank knows that Lillian does not like to have her two moles show in her pictures. She usually turns her head or uses her fingers to hide the moles. He looks are some more pictures of Lillian. Then says: "Sometime, I have to get some more nude pictures of her outside." Hank removes his underpants, then puts some lubrication on his flaccid penis. He plays with himself slowly -- he does not want an ejaculation as he is saving himself for Lillian when she returns on Tuesday afternoon. He wants to dump a full load of cum into her body. As he massages his rod, Hanks thinks about the fun his constant companion has had inside Lillian's body openings He looks at some more pictures: Lillian's pictures wearing extremely revealing lingerie and completely nude as she poses in various erotic positions Close-up pictures of her breasts and genitals Close up pictures as she fondles her breasts and finger fucks herself Pictures as she uses a dildo in her body And some pictures of the two of them -- as they had sex It is late. But again he looks at his extra special favorite nude and sexy pictures of Lillian -- -- dressed, partially dressed, and naked. He relaxes in his comfortable chair. His eyes close, he thinks about Lillian. The computer continues to show another picture of Lillian every thirty seconds. His eyes stay closed -- he is very relaxed. Possibly, Hank is starting to go to sleep. Hank hears something -- like a door being opened, then closed. In a minute or so, he either senses something or feels something -- -- like he is being touched on his shoulder. He relaxes even some more. Yes. He is certainly feeling something. Something wonderful. His penis moves slightly -- and starts to grow. He reaches his hand down toward his spread legs. His fingers touch a face, a woman's face. Then his fingers touch her hand, then her wrist. Yes -- he touches a bracelet. It feels like the bracelet that he recently gave Lillian -- just before her trip. He moves his hand and touches the woman just below her right ear. He feels a mole -- -- Lillian has a mole just below her right ear. Again, he moves his hand and touches the woman's left breast. Then he touches her left teat. Several inches below her teat -- on the underside of her left breast he touches another mole. Yes, it is Lillian. Apparently she came back early to surprise me. Hank relaxes some more. His penis and balls are in excellent hands and a very pleasing mouth. His penis becomes wet from Lillian's licking. Many, many times her tongue makes the round trip from the penis head, past the penis rim, to the base of the shaft. Then his balls are bathed in her saliva. Finally, Lillian licks his triangular bundle of nerves located on the underside of his cock rim. Hank is very relaxed -- -- his eyes are closed -- his cock is extremely hard. Next a ball is sucked into her mouth, gentle pressure applied, and the ball is released. Only to receive some more sucking. Many minutes of ball sucking pass. Finally, the other ball receives similar attention from Lillian's mouth and tongue. But Lillian prefers to suck cock. She loves to feel Hank's bare penis grow larger in her mouth. Now she opens her mouth and engulfs his erection. Slowly, she slides her lips over the cock head, the cock rim, and down the entire length of Hank's shaft. Her lips touch his pubic hair. Slowly, she applies some more pressure with her lips and slides back up the shaft to the cock rim. Down, then back -- frequently. Lillian loves giving Hank a blow job. A bare cock blow job! Hank loves relaxing with his eyes closed as Lillian gives his cock pleasure. Sometimes, Lillian laughingly accuses Hank of falling asleep when she is sucking his cock -- but Hank simply says that he is thinking. The blow job continues for several minutes -- her lips often touching Hank's pubic hair near the base of his shaft. While his shaft is uncovered frequently, his cock head and rim is always in her mouth. But now his erection is even larger. No longer can Lillian take its entire length into her mouth. She focuses her sucking activity on Hank's cock head, cock rim, and several inches of his shaft. The blow job continues for many minutes -- -- Hank's manhood is large. Very large -- but Lillian knows that Hank can last for a long time before he has an ejaculation. Lillian knows that the foreplay of teasing, touching, kissing, sucking, and penetration can last a long, long time. But the actual ejaculation is quick -- -- much too quick. As the blow job continues, Hank moves slightly -- and starts fondling Lillian's ample breasts. He has seen and sexually enjoyed her breasts many times in the past. They are nicely shaped, large, and beautiful. They are almost perfect -- like a matched pair of bookends. Lillian considers that the mole on her breast is unsightly and a defect in her skin. But to Hank, it is just another button to play with -- like the two buttons that usually are called teats or nipples. Lillian has three buttons on her boobs. The blow job continues -- his cock head continues to always be in her mouth. Lillian applies and releases pressure on Hank's cock as she slides up and down on his cock head, cock rim, and several inches of his shaft. His rod is wet, very wet from her saliva -- -- and very slippery. Her lips move easily over his cock head, cock rim, and part of his shaft. Hank is very relaxed. But his bare cock is hard, large, long, and erect. His cock is active and throbbing slightly. Finally, Lillian stops her sucking and stands up. She is wearing a semi-sheer red gown with black trim. The gown has narrow shoulder straps that become wider as they cover her breasts. The plunging neckline goes down almost to her navel. The valley between her breasts is completely visible. Part of her mounds of female flesh are completely visible. Her breasts are covered with the sheer red fabric -- the curves of her boobs are very evident. Her nipples push against the sheer material but the details are hidden with two small black designs on the gown. The bottom of the gown is on a diagonal -- on her left side the gown is a few inches above her knee, the right side of the gown is only a few inches below the bottom of her rounded ass. Around her waist the gown is opaque, a larger design covers her slit -- -- it is similar to the designs that cover her teats.. The edges of the gown are trimmed in a narrow black ribbon. Thigh high black hose, red shoes with black trim, and panties that match the gown complete her outfit. Slowly, Lillian starts walking around the room. Then she twists, turns, and bends as she moves around the room. Her walking becomes faster. Her breasts bounce around as she quickly rotates her upper body. Then the movement of her boobs decreases, as she rotates her hips. Hank is very relaxed, but he follows her every movement. Gradually, Lillian starts to strip. Two shoes come off. Facing Hank, she lifts the gown up until the bottom of the gown is at mid-thigh -- then she drops the gown. Again, the gown is lifted up until the juncture of her legs is almost visible -- -- then she drops the gown. Now the gown is lifted up until her navel is visible. Her sheer red panties with black trim are visible. A dark area of her neatly trimmed pubic hair is evident through the sheer red material. Now she slides the narrow straps off her shoulders. Slowly, the gown slides over her curving breasts -- over her curving hips -- and falls to the floor. Lillian bends, picks up the gown and tosses it onto a sofa. She moves closer to Hank -- and fondles her breasts for a few minutes. Then she bends down slightly. Her breasts hang down -- -- and seem to say: Touch me. Squeeze me. Kiss me. Lick me. Suck me. Hank follows her every movement. Hank reaches out. But Lillian is several feet away from his out stretched hands. He can not touch her. Her movements indicate that she wants to entertain Hank without any touching. Mutual touching will come later. Lillian walks over to the sofa and slowly removes one thigh high black hose. Then she slowly removes the other thigh high black hose. The hose are left on the sofa. She is completely naked, except for the sheer red panties with black trim. She stands up and walks toward Hank. Then slowly she pushes the red panties over her hips and down her legs. She steps out of then and tosses them at Hank. The panties land on his desk by the computer. Hank follows her every movement. She turns, bends over, and spreads her legs -- now her back is toward him. Her ass is close. Lillian touches her sex with her finger -- and rubs her pussy lips. Slowly, she slides her finger past her pussy lips and into her moist pink tunnel. The tunnel that Hank's cock has explored and known, frequently. Hank is relaxed, his cock is large and hard. He follows her movements, closely -- -- her pussy lips are moist and seem to be asking for a visit. But this time, Lillian finger is inside her body. Hank moves slightly. Soon two fingers are rubbing each other -- and also rubbing the inside of Lillian's moist pink tunnel. For a few minutes, a small female finger and a larger male finger are together -- deep inside Lillian. Almost at the same time, the two fingers pull out and separate. Hank has always enjoyed this A - B - C rear view of Lillian. Ass-hole -- Butt -- Cunt. Before her trip, Lillian and Hank sat and cuddled on this sofa. That cuddling, a week ago, was enjoyable; but it soon became serious -- -- as the two became as one. A male rod deep inside a female cylinder. Gentle movements soon became fast and hard thrust -- then slowed down, only to speed up. Hank paced himself so his cock could ram and pound Lillian's cunt for a long time Lillian lights a scented candle that is on a small table -- then walks over to the sofa and stands beside it. She motions for Hank to join her. He pulls off his T-shirt, his muscular body is bare. Soon, Hank is sitting down on the sofa. Lillian spreads her legs, straddles his upper legs, and sits down on his lap. His erect cock is close to her neatly trimmed pussy hair. For many minutes, Lillian and Hank cuddle and hold each other tight. Her breasts rub against his chest. They kiss, tongue tips touch -- then explore. Upper bodies separate slightly, Hank bends down. He kisses, licks a breast -- then sucks its teat. His hand is massaging her other breast. then pinching and pulling its teat. He plays with the mole on the underside of her beast. Both breath deeply -- and smell the aroma released from the burning candle on the near by small table. Finally, the other boob and its button receives similar attention. Both boobs are dry, they have never held any milk. But Hank is not thirsty for milk. An empty brown bottle is standing on a small table by the sofa. Hank prefers sucking beer for his liquid. Lillian and Hank continue to cuddle. Female and male flesh continues to touch and rub. Hank's cock is now knocking on her door -- asking to enter. Hank pushes slightly, his cock head slides easily past her moist pussy lips. Hank moves some more, now his cock has entered her lubricated pink tunnel; his shaft follows. For many minutes, both move almost as one. His cock easily slides in and almost out of a moist and very wet cunt. But the cock head is always inside her pink room. Finally they separate, his cock is still erect. Her cunt has not been filled with male cream. Both breathe deeply as they relax. They smell the aroma from the scented burning candle. They also smell the odor of sweat -- -- from female and male sexual activities. Both are sexually aroused -- -- both want more. Much more! Hank lays down on a blanket placed on the carpeted floor. His cock is pointing toward the ceiling. They face each other -- words are not really required. Each knows what the other wants -- what the other needs. Lillian straddles his body. The juncture of her legs is directly above his erect manhood. She holds his cock, lowers her body -- and guides his cock past her pussy lips and into her cunt. She continues to slowly lower her body -- neatly trimmed female pussy hair mashes male pubic hair. The penetration is deep. Very deep. Slowly, Lillian starts riding Hank's hard horn. Words are not really necessary -- Lillian likes being a cow girl and can easily stay in Hank's saddle. Her cunt muscles tightly hold his hard cock. Hank appreciate and enjoys her boobs, as they bounce around. Now Lillian is riding even faster. Her ample breasts swing and sway in many different directions. Hank briefly watches the juncture of their legs -- he watches his shaft appear, then disappear into her pink love tunnel. Light from the table lamp falls on their naked bodies. When his shaft is outside, it glistens -- from the light hitting her natural lubricant that is on his shaft. But the cock head is always hidden inside her pink tunnel. Hank's body is almost completely lighted and visible to her. But her body is in light and in shadows. The curving shadows move -- as her breasts swing and sway. Frequently, Hank observes the small shadow of her teats. It is an enjoyable show of moving patterns of light and shadow on female flesh. Interesting female flesh -- curving and ample female flesh. Thinking About You Lillian bends forward, and rubs her breasts back and forth across Hank's face. Hank licks and sucks her nipples. They enlarge -- slightly. He also licks and sucks the mole on the underside of her left breast. His erect cock remains inside her moist cunt. Lillian moves away -- cunt and cock separate. The cow girl has completed her ride, her legs are a little tired. Both relax and breath deeply -- -- each smells the aroma from the scented burning candle and the odor of sexual sweat. Now, it is time for Hank to be active. It is time for the missionary position. Lillian is now on her back -- on a blanket that covers part of the carpeted floor. Her ass is elevated with a firm pillow, her legs are spread wide. Hank is between her legs. His manhood is close to the entrance to her pink moist room. They are facing each other. Hank moves forward, slightly. His bare cock pushes against her pussy lips. They separate, his cock head slides past the pussy lips and enters. His shaft follows. Female pussy hair and male pubic hair touch. Balls touch a soft ass. Penetration is deep -- -- as deep as possible. Slowly, Hank starts fucking Lillian. He has entered and explored her cunt many times in the past. Lillian is his current girl friend, actually his best and favorite girl friend. She is very willing to use her body to provide Hank with many pleasures. And to let him use her body in most any way for his sexual pleasures. In fact, she is his ONLY CURRENT girl friend. Now, Hank is fucking her faster. His hard rod moves quickly in -- as deep as possible. Then pulls partway out -- only to again plunge into the depths of her body. Repeatedly! Her fucking continues. Often, his balls hit her soft ass. But words are not necessary. Lillian is enjoying the fucking that she is receiving. Hank enjoys being in her moist pink tunnel. Hank pushes his arms under her legs. The inside of his elbows lock with the backs of her knees. He lifts her up slightly and pushes forward. Her legs touch her breasts -- -- she is almost doubled over. Her fucking continues. Now, Hank is pushing his cock even deeper into her moist love tunnel. For several minutes, he rams and pounds her cunt. Deep thrusts. Fast rammings. Hard poundings. He knows her completely! His cock and hips are holding her to the floor. His shoulders are pinning her legs to her breasts. His vigorous cock activity has moved her. His hard cunt poundings have pushed her -- Lillian's head is against the wall. She can not really move or escape -- but Lillian does not really want to escape. She likes the fuckings that Hank gives her. Hank is having her body. He is possessing her. He is possessing her -- completely! Again and again, he knows her love tunnel with his large and hard erection. Lillian is on The Pill -- she will not become pregnant. Finally, his bare cock increases slightly in size. Then explodes -- -- his 'cum' shots out and hits her pink flesh deep inside her body. Lillian did not have an orgasm -- maybe next time. Hank is certain that she is satisfied, since Hank has been satisfied. He used her body for his sexual pleasure and satisfaction. That is why a man has a cock that can become large and hard when sexually excited. That is why a woman has a moist pink opening and tunnel -- -- for the pleasure of a man and for the exit door for a baby. So the species can be continued with new life, when cock and cunt come together -- when the timing is right. Momentarily, Hank seems to be exhausted. Slowly, he rolls off her body. Lillian has felt both pain and pleasure from her fucking -- but more pleasure, then pain. They rest and relax. Both breath deeply. And smell the aroma from the scented burning candle. And the odor from the smell of female and male sex -- as the two of them became as one; for an extended period of time. Now they are close -- but are not touching. Hank has his eyes closed -- he is relaxing. He is resting, completely. It is late; Hank is tired. Soon he is sleeping. Hank moves slightly -- and opens his eyes. He is only wearing his T-shirt and sitting on his comfortable chair by his desk. The lubrication that he used on his penis earlier is on his desk -- and still open. His penis is flaccid. The monitor screen is dark -- the computer has turned itself off. Late morning sunlight is coming through the closed window of his third floor apartment. It is Sunday morning. He looks around the room -- but does not see Lillian, his current and only girl friend. He calls out her name: "Lillian. Lillian -- -- are you in the apartment?" But there is no response. Lillian is not in the apartment. Hank looks around the room. He looks at the sofa -- the lingerie that she tossed on the sofa is gone. Hank gets up and slowly walks to the bathroom -- and relieves himself. He takes a quick shower -- at last he is wide awake and alert. He turns on the computer and notices some sheer red fabric on his desk by the computer. It is Lillian's panties that she tossed there last night as she was stripping. He opens up his email and reads again her Saturday afternoon email. It stated that she would be home on Tuesday afternoon -- and to meet her at the airport. Then Hank remembers. Just before Lillian left on her trip to visit some of her girl friends, he had stripped her and tossed the red panties on to his desk. He said he would keep the panties until they had sex again when she returned on Tuesday. He wanted a frequent visual reminder of her body -- and also the aroma on the panties from the juncture of her legs. Lillian had NOT been in the apartment. He was tired last night but looked at many of her pictures -- dressed, partially nude, and stark naked. And pictures of their sexual activities. Hank had a dream -- -- a fantastic dream, a very sexy dream. It all seemed so real -- -- but it was only a dream. A wonderful and sexy dream. Hank opens the file containing her pictures. Every thirty seconds, another picture of Lillian appears. He briefly looks, then reaches for the bottle of lubrication. He starts slowly playing with his penis. In a few minutes, he has an erect cock. He masturbates faster -- his cock increases in size. His eyes travel, back and forth, from nude pictures of Lillian to his erection. In a few more minutes, his cock is slightly larger and extremely hard. Cum shots out of his cock and lands on a towel. Hank's body jerks several times. He has had his ejaculation. By Tuesday, he will have produced another load of cum -- and be ready to shot it deep into Lillian's moist cunt. A condom will not be needed -- thanks to her birth control pills. After washing his cock, Hank puts on a house coat and has a late breakfast. He reads the report several times and does some slight polishing. After printing a paper copy of the final version, Hank emails the report to his supervisor -- on Sunday afternoon. Hank watches a rented porno DVD on his flat screen television as he eats his simple evening meal: salad, soup, sandwich, baked potato, and a bottle of beer. That evening, he turns on his computer -- possibly Lillian had sent an email. But nothing was in the in box from her. Instead, he read an email from his supervisor -- his report had been read. His boss is pleased, and he wants only a few minor changes that would be discussed on Monday afternoon. And his boss also indicated that Hank could take the two and one half days of vacation -- Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday, and Thursday -- that Hank had requested. Once again, Hank opens up the file containing his favorite nude pictures of Lillian. Then he puts some lubrication on his flaccid penis. Every thirty seconds he views another picture of her on the monitor screen. After only 10 pictures his penis is erect. And growing. After a total of 22 pictures, his cock is erect, large, and hard -- -- and just starting to throb slightly. Hank continues his self-pleasuring. His ejaculation comes during picture number 36. He has many pictures of his girl friend, but number 36 is one of his favorite nude pictures of Lillian. Hank has had many ejaculations as he watches pictures numbered in the high thirties to the fifties. Sometimes, he reaches pictures numbered in the hundreds -- -- but only when the computer is showing many pictures every minute. Actually it is a close-up colored picture of her fingers -- -- spreading her pussy lips as far apart as possible. Her moist pink delicate flesh fills most of the monitor screen. All the parts, at the juncture of her legs, are very visible and in extremely sharp focus. All the parts are super-sized on his large monitor screen. This pictures shows her cunt and its neatly trimmed pubic hair. But some other cunt pictures show her bush, some pictures show her bare pussy lips. And some pictures show her shaving. Late on Tuesday afternoon and evening, the parts of her body that make Lillian a very desirable female will be available. His male parts will be available. Real female parts for his real cock. There will be no need to dream -- and no reason to look at pictures. And she will be available on Wednesday and Thursday, as part of her vacation. Hank needs to work on Friday -- -- but the next weekend is reserved for Lillian and Hank to be together. They will have lots of fun: In public: restaurant meals, movie, shopping, and walking in the park. In private: partially nude and nude photography, television, a porn movie, shaving, cuddling, modeling, foreplay, and intimacy. He will not need to masturbate, his cock will be in her excellent hands and mouth before it enters the openings between her legs. After many thrusts, it will explode and shot his cum deep into her moist cunt. Re-loading probably will not take a long time -- then he can fire his 'male cream' into her moist cunt. The next several days should be very pleasing -- sexually pleasing, for both. Thinking About You Again I'm thinking about you again. Sitting next to you is erotic torture. You laugh and it makes me smile, then you look at me with those deeply soulful and knowing brown eyes, and I feel a twinge of promise that makes me squirm in my seat. I look at your fingers and hands, and imagine them holding my breasts, running a trail down my stomach to my pussy, pressing on my clit and making me cum in a flood of release. I think about your fingers pumping in and out of me while you watch my face contort with pleasure. I stand near you and smell the pure smell of sex coming from your body. I want to touch your neck with the tip of my tongue, tasting your sweat, open my mouth and kiss you with all the pent-up frustration that I'm feeling. I want to feel you wrapped around me, gripping my ass with one hand and the hair behind my head with the other. When we get together socially, sometimes you playfully smack my ass. With your hand, or whatever happens to be available. I wonder what you would do with me if we were alone...would you tie me up? Make me struggle? Hold me down as you lick and suck my nipples, grab my breasts, dig your fingers into my soft flesh? Would you flog me, leave marks on my body to remember you by? Or would you simply look into my eyes and hypnotize me so that I couldn't resist? I've fantasized about how we would come together...in dreams, and in daydreams. At night, I imagine you as a dangerously erotic vampire, appearing at my window...I see you there, but I can't move...I'm frightened, breathing hard, but I wonder how much is from fear and how much is from wanting your touch? You cross the room, slowly, torturing me with anticipation...slowly pulling back the covers on the bed, you look in my eyes...all I can see is the lust that burns in your eyes, matching the fire that rages through my body. You touch me slowly, lightly, tracing a path from my lips to my pussy...gently prying my legs apart, you find that I am wet...my breath catches as you run your finger through the wetness and rub my clit..I moan as you taste me and begin to move your tongue inside me. You slip one finger, then two, then three into me, and begin to finger fuck me...and I orgasm, my wetness covering your fingers. As I lie there, breathless, you move up my body, keeping your eyes locked on mine, holding me in your gaze...your body covers mine, you move above me and then you plunge into me and I gasp in pleasure. I lie there, dizzy with the overpowering sensations...and as orgasm approaches, I arch my back and expose my neck to you. As we climax together, you bring your mouth down on my neck and I feel your teeth pierce my vein. The pain only adds to my pleasure as you feed upon my lifesource....you leave your essence in me even as I give mine to you. I have dreamt this more than once. Each time I awake from the fantasy, I find that I am very wet. If dreams only can do this to me, what would the reality do? Sometimes at night when I can't sleep, I go outside and sit and wish for you to appear. The weather is nice, and I imagine what would happen, if you were to suddenly arrive at my house... "Are you alone?" you ask. I say "Yes..."...you come up to me and take me in your arms and kiss me with all the pent-up tension we have been feeling. "God, I want you...", you growl...you bend me over the railing of the porch and I hear you unzip your pants...suddenly I feel your dick plunge into me and I resist the urge to scream in joy. You reach for my hair and pull it back, ordering me to bare my breasts....I comply and you reach around and squeeze them painfully, making me moan in pleasure. You pump into me hard and fast. You speak to me, telling me how much you have been wanting this, wanting to feel my hot, wet pussy surrounding your dick, squeezing you further into me. You slap my ass, making me hotter, and tell me how much you want to just fuck me until I am senseless...I cum and cum, continuously, trying to stay quiet, but wanting to scream in ecstasy... You stop, and order me to take you in my mouth...which I gladly do. I lick my juices from your cock and then slowly pull you into my warm and waiting mouth...in and out, in and out, deeper each time, until I have you all the way down my throat. You moan in pleasure as I deep throat you, then move to lick your balls. You pull me up and bend me over the railing, and plunge your cock into my pussy once more...I squeeze as hard as I can with my muscles, and feel my orgasm starting again as you groan, plunging deeper than ever. I reach around for your balls to stroke them, and I feel them contract as you make one final thrust, as deeply as possible, and cum inside of me. I cum too, washing us both with our mixed love juices. Yesterday, you looked at me, and your eyes told me everything. I can see the lust in them. The want. The need. The fire burns inside me, waiting to be quenched. Or...not. I'm thinking about you again. Thinking About Your Mom Is Normal I was lying there in bed, naked with the covers pulled down. Being a healthy eighteen year old boy, I was masturbating to the thought of a naked woman. I was a virgin, had never really had a girlfriend, so I had to fantasize about sex instead of actually experiencing it. However, my fantasies were taking an odd turn. Well, maybe not so odd after all, after I did some reading on the subject. For a few months now, I had been thinking of my mother when I masturbated. I read that it was normal for guys my age to do that, it had something to do with the psychological makeup of a young man. And since my father had died many years ago, she was the only person I was consistently around. Being the only woman I had regular contact with, it was understandable that she was the object of my sexual desire. So I satisfied my conscience with this explanation and frequently pictured my mother participating in various sex acts with me while I jerked off. I had to admit, I usually came quicker and stronger when I thought about my mother. I began to act differently around her too. I took more of a part in cleaning and helping around the house. Even though my father had been gone for a while, Mom always took charge and never complained that I didn’t do enough for her. I felt like we were actually having sex, even though she had never shown me any kind of affection other than motherly. Usually after I jerked off, I would pass her in the hallway and feel kind of funny, or when I would hug her I had to fight back my erection. Something told me I was headed for trouble if I kept fantasizing about her. However, tonight I couldn’t help myself. I was particularly horny, and Mom had been walking around in her bra this morning. I still couldn’t get her out of my head. She was in good shape, I suppose working by herself kept her that way. She was pretty stacked, maybe not as firm as a younger woman but very attractive. I used to think that she owed it to me to let me jerk off to the thought of her body, since she looked so good. Of course, I was just justifying it for myself. But she really was arousing, to me anyway. As I laid there, I was just about to cum, when I heard the door creak open. For years now, she had never walked in on me without knocking, and she never came into my room this late anyway. But tonight, there she was, standing in my doorway watching me jerk off. I stopped as soon as I heard her, of course. But the way she was standing there, I got the feeling she had been watching me for a while. Like she had quietly cracked my door open, and then opened it all the way so I would notice her. I froze, too embarrassed to even cover myself. The worst part was, my erection was not dying down, even in my shame. My incestuous fantasies were that strong, that even being caught by my mother was one of my secret fantasies. I just stared at her. She looked at my straining erection for a moment, and then up at me. “Mom…” I didn’t know what to say. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” she said, calm and motherly. She didn’t say anything else, she just stood there watching me. Her eyes went back down to my crotch, as if she was expecting me to resume masturbating. After a few moments of silence, she glanced back up at me. “Well?” she said. “Aren’t you going to finish?” She was playing with me, punishing me perhaps. I shamefully covered myself with my sheet, though my erection tented through the covers quite noticeably. “I’m sorry, Mom,” I said. She came over to the bed and I sat up. She sat next to me and rustled my hair. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not mad.” I couldn’t look her in the eyes. But I didn’t get a nice view of her cleavage through her robe. It was tied closed but had loosened a bit when she sat down. Her breasts were pushing against the confines of the material. I was still fully erect, and she could no doubt see it. “You’re not?” I asked. She smiled. “Of course not. I already knew what you were doing before I even came in.” I gave her a questioning look. “You do it every night, right?” she asked. I was so embarrassed, I looked away. “Don’t all guys your age?” she said, as if it was a normal thing. Which it was, I guess. “Maybe,” I said. “But, I…” She waited. “What?” I forced myself to look at her. “I have a confession. I have to tell you because I’ve felt sort of bad about it.” She looked concerned. “What is it?” I was quiet for a few moments. “I…well, lately, I’ve been thinking…about you…when I do it.” Mom didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t look her in the eye. After a moment, she rubbed my shoulder. “You have?” She was almost smiling. “I guess I should have expected that. You see me everyday. And boys usually have sexual fantasies about their mothers.” I felt a little bit comforted, but still embarrassed. My erection twitched under the sheets. Having her touching me was getting me off. I felt like I would blow under the sheets if she kept rubbing my shoulder. “I shouldn’t have interrupted you,” she said, still touching me. “Are you mad?” “No, actually, I’m a little flattered. Maybe…well, I guess I should let you think about me, if that’s normal for young men.” I looked up at her in surprise. “You want me to fantasize about you?” She nodded. “Sure, how can it hurt? At least I know you’re doing it. Does that mean I can fantasize about you?” I was taken by surprise. I had never thought about the fact that Mom would be turned on by the idea. Would she really think about me while she masturbated? Does she even masturbate? That was silly, she had been single for years. I should have guessed that she masturbates. “Sure, I mean…if you want.” She smiled, and her hand traveled down my chest. Her motherly touch suddenly turned into something else. “If we’re both going to fantasize about each other, maybe we should give each other something to work with.” What did she mean? “Mom…if you keep doing that…I’m gonna…” I felt like I would cum at any minute. Mom stopped rubbing my chest, but didn’t pull her hand away. “Jerk off for me,” she said in a throaty voice. “Think about me while you shoot your cum.” Her words shocked me, but my hand found its way to my dick and I wrapped it around the shaft and began pumping. Mom rubbed my chest again, and I closed my eyes as the sensation spurred me on. I jerked off faster and faster until I felt my balls tingle. I tensed up and forced my eyes open as my face contorted. “Yes, that’s it!” Mom said, seeing that I was coming. “Do it! Shoot your cum all over! Just let it cum!” I groaned and bucked my hips as I felt my semen rise up through my shaft and spurt out. I shot high into the air, and after a good five strong spurts, my orgasm slowly faded until my hand was sticky with sperm and I had covered my stomach with cum. I was panting for breath, it was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. I looked up at Mom, to see her smiling. I had shot some cum onto her hand while she was rubbing my chest. She kept rubbing me, moaning as she touched my sperm. “Did that feel good?” she asked. “It felt great!” I said. She opened her robe and threw it aside. She was now completely naked, sitting right next to me. “Sit up so you can see me,” she said. I turned so I had a full view of her body. She let me look at it for a while, and then she spread her legs. I was entranced by her vagina, which was neatly trimmed. She began playing with herself, tracing her fingers up and down her slit and spreading the lips for me to see. She laid back on my bed and propped her head up with my pillow. “I’m going to finger myself,” she said. “Watch closely so you can picture it later when you jerk off.” I watched in complete fixation as she began finger fucking her pussy. She played with her breasts too, and when she started moaning, my erection came back to life. I jerked off to the sight of my mother masturbating. She liked watching me masturbate too, and within a few minutes, she cried out and her body tensed up. “I’m coming!” she shouted. Her hips twitched and she grunted as her body convulsed. Her fingers were buried in her hole, and her legs closed around her hand so I couldn’t see her crotch. Just watching her face was getting me off, and I felt like I could cum again. After she came down finally, she must have seen that I was close, because she moved closer to me and pushed me on my back. She quickly covered my dick with her mouth, and suddenly I felt a very warm, wet sensation as she sucked me off. It was my first blowjob, so I was quickly overwhelmed. I grunted and threw my head back as I came in her mouth. I came just as strongly as before, and it felt much better with my Mom sucking me. She didn’t release my dick from her mouth even after I came, she swallowed my cum and continued blowing me. I couldn’t believe the pleasure, it was unlike anything I had ever fantasized about. I was twisting around and writhing about on the bed, it felt so good I couldn’t sit still. I finally put my hands on her head and moved in rhythm with her bobbing mouth. I began thrusting up into her face, and after a good few minutes of this wonderful pleasure, I felt another orgasm approaching. I came in her mouth again. It felt like heaven, coming twice in her mouth. She licked my dick clean and moved up my body before I knew what was happening. She leaned in close to me and I felt her hot breath on my neck. “Fuck me,” she breathed. “Fuck my pussy.” Suddenly I felt my dick sink into her hot pussy, and it was ten times better than her mouth. She slid up and down my dick, letting me see our genitals joining as she humped me. After fucking me slowly for a while, she ground her pelvis against mine and really fucked me good. She bucked against me and slammed her hips down on me. She came really fast the first time, thrashing about and screaming out while she climaxed. Then she laid on her back and I fucked her missionary. I fondled her tits while I stuffed her, thrusting instinctively. I couldn’t stop myself from fucking her, and she couldn’t get enough of my dick. She came again like this, and then she had me lay on my back again. She rode me like this until she came again, and finally I felt my final orgasm build. “I’m gonna cum!” I said, in case she didn’t want me coming inside of her. “Just let it go,” she said. “Fill me up with your cum.” I moaned and grunted and released my semen into her. She squeezed her pussy around my shaft, clenching me tightly as I came. She moved her hips slightly back and forth, and I thought I was going to pass out. Her pussy felt so good, I thought I would never stop coming. Finally I finished pumping her full of cum, and she collapsed on top of me. We were both exhausted. “Can I still think of you when I masturbate?” I asked after a few moments. “Don’t you dare,” she said with a smile. “I never want to see you jerking off again. If you want to cum, you have to let me do it.” I nodded. “Sounds good.” Thinking Ahead Cheating by a spouse is usually discovered when a friend or associate brings something to the attention of the other spouse that is suspicious or incriminating regarding actions of the adulterer. Sometimes, it is discovered when the other spouse does something unusual or not to character thus catching the adulterer in a compromised situation or they're caught in a little lie that might seem innocuous. This tale of how I caught my wife was sort of a mixture of all three. You have several options when you discover your spouse is cheating or has cheated. Each situation has its own variables that should be looked at in the cold light of day but most are handled on an emotional basis since it does affect certain primordial instincts. This short story describes how I handled the situation when I discovered my wife cheating. I think history indicates it was the right response and that I made the decision as unemotionally as possible based on where I wanted my life to go. Here's my tale: I'll tell you about my wife Kathy. She's 24, stands 5'10" at around 120 lbs. She has beautiful facial features and with her long, dark brown hair, nice breasts and shapely ass she is a knockout and I often wonder why she chose me as her mate. I know she was going with some guy who was wealthy and good looking before we met so it intrigued me sometimes why she broke up with him and picked me. However, I never questioned her on it and was satisfied that we were one. Maybe I should have been more discerning and checked into it before talking marriage.. My name is Jack. I'm 25, 6'0" and weigh in at 180 lbs. I work out at a gym a couple of days a week and we run every morning before going to work (weather allowing) and feel that I'm in pretty good shape and am not carrying much excess weight. My average looks don't make me stand out in a crowd but I still have a full head of hair. I don't know how much longer I'm going to keep my hair as my father lost most of his at a young age. I can only hope I got my hair genes from my mother's side of the family if I want to . Kathy works as an executive secretary to a VP at IML Industries and I work as an investment counselor at an accounting firm and hope to start my own office within ten years. We both like sex and like to do oral pleasuring as well as genital copulation. Neither of us are turned on by anal penetration so we never did it. I thought that our sex life was good as we made love several times a week and she never complained that she needed more. The only thing that bothered me was that Kathy could be a little too flirtious with other men at times. I laid this down that her exceptional good looks had attracted men over her life time and she liked to have them fuss over her. Their reaction to her flirting was her assurance of her femininity and attractiveness. I didn't think too much about it though and enjoyed taking her out to show her off. I guess it was my ego thing. Before we were married we had discussed what was allowed and what wasn't in a relationship. She had been raised in a family that strove to incorporate religious values into family relationships and she indicated that she wanted the same values in her marriage. She wanted children, as I did, and we both felt that children were the heart of a marriage and they were needed to sustain it over the long term. We both vowed that mutual love, trust and respect were the keys to assure a loving, long term relationship so I felt that, with that understanding, when we married, we would have a lifetime relationship. However, we decided to hold off on having children for a few years until my career solidified and we could afford a home to raise our family in. Until then we rented an apartment and lived the life style of a young married couple and save for our dream. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ We had been married three years when Kathy started to make noises about starting our family so we sat down and looked at our finances. Even though real estate prices had escalated we both felt that due to low interest rates we would be in a position to make a down payment on a home in a few months. So we set a date when she could go off her birth control pill. We made beautiful love that night as we were both excited about the future and our desire for children. It was only a few weeks later that I heard some disquieting word about an indiscretion on Kathy's part with another man. I was at the office coffee pot getting a cup when Fred Haskin from Customer Relations came up. "Hi Jack. How are things going with you?" "They're going fine as far as I know, Fred." I chuckled in response. "You know that I spend quite a bit of time in social activities with clients and yesterday I was at the Marriott for lunch. I don't want to be the bearer of bad news but I think I saw your wife coming out of the elevators hanging on to some guy around 1:30. It may mean nothing but I thought you ought to know. Those elevators only go up to the rooms." I was momentarily stunned and hesitated before replying, "Thanks Fred. I'm sure it was nothing, but I'll ask Kathy about it when I get home tonight." "I'm hoping what I saw was perfectly innocent Jack, but I thought I needed to tell you. I hope that maybe it wasn't Kathy but just a look alike." We parted and I didn't get much done the rest of that day. I just wanted to get home and confront my wife. Later, on the way home I had second thoughts about a direct confrontation and decided to hold my emotions in check and go for a more subtle approach in case Fred had mistaken some other woman for Kathy or there was an innocent explanation. I usually get home a little earlier than Kathy and start dinner after changing. When she arrives she changes and we have a glass of wine before dinner. This is the time when we can relax together and discuss the days activities. I thought that this would be the appropriate time to see if there were something in what Fred had seen at the Marriott. When Kathy came in she kissed me on the cheek and went upstairs to change. I got a couple of glasses of her favorite wine and took them into the living room where we usually relaxed in our small apartment. After a few minutes Kathy came in and sat across from me in the Lazyboy. Picking up her glass of wine she took a sip and lay back in the chair with a sigh. "Well, how was your day?" she asked. "Mine was pretty busy." "Why, what's going on at IML?" "Nothing much with IML but John is getting a divorce and he was pretty down about it." John was her boss and the VP of Human Resources at IML. He was in his late forties and very virile and handsome. He'd always came across as a womanizer to me. "That's a surprise. What happened to John's marriage? I thought he and Denise were forever." "I did too but I guess there was some cheating going on and I haven't determined whether it was him or her who was doing the cheating. But John was really in a funk today and I talked him into taking me to lunch at the Marriott today to try to get his mind off his problems." I breathed a small sigh of relief that she had admitted she'd been at the Marriott today and confirmed Fred's identification of her. However, it didn't explain why she was coming down from the rooms. "Was it a long lunch?" "No, we were back at work by one o'clock. I had one glass of wine and he had a couple of scotches. It seemed to help him as he was looking better when we got back." A little lie? Fred said it was 1:30 when he saw them in the hotel. Was a half hour or so enough to warrant suspicion? It still didn't explain why she, and I assume John, were seen coming down in the elevator, but she wasn't volunteering anything further. I thought I'd better end the questions before she became suspicious . This was going to require more thought and investigation. "How did your day go?" she asked; changing the subject. "Fine. I talked with Sam Hopkins for awhile and we're invited to their place this Saturday for a barbeque." "That's great. I'm looking forward to it. I haven't seen Sally in awhile. By the way, the IML annual picnic is scheduled for the following weekend. I'd like to go." "Fine with me. Let's plan on it." She looked happy and put her arms around me and kissed me. Somehow, I wasn't sure how to respond. Was she kissing John earlier today and sucking his cock. The thought made me nauseous and I broke free and headed for the bathroom. She looked shocked as I left her. "What's the matter honey? Did I do something wrong?" "I just felt sick to my stomach for a minute. I'll be right back." I had to think. When I got into the bathroom I sat on the toilet seat until my stomach calmed down and then tried to rationalize the situation and the issue of her possible cheating. Okay, there's some smoke here. It may not be a fire but definitely smoke. Can I trust her without knowing? We want kids and she wants to get pregnant soon. What if I don't do anything to find out and we go ahead and have a child. Then if I find out she's playing around later and want to dump her I'm faced with child support payments for twenty years and the cost of a college education because the court will award her custody. They always favor the mother in these cases. Those child support payments will mean it will be difficult to remarry and support a new family. So before Kathy and I can proceed any further to make a family I've got to find out for sure whether she's been cheating on me. If she's screwing around now she will most likely do it again sometime. I don't need that in my life. I've got to confront her. At that moment there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Are you okay honey? Can I get you anything?" "I'm okay now. I'll be right out." I splashed my face with cold water, dried it and then rejoined her in the living room. "Kathy, we need to talk." "What's the matter honey?" "Kathy, someone saw you today at 1:30 in the Marriott coming down from the rooms with a man. I need an explanation." She went white and fell back in her chair. She wasn't expecting this and I'd hit her cold with it. I continued my attack. I assume it was John you were with so I you to tell me why you were up in a room with him today. If you can't provide me with a plausible explanation I'm going for a divorce. I need a wife I can trust and if you can't assure me that you're trustworthy we are finished. I don't want to go ahead and start a family and then find out you can't honor your marriage vows and are willing to spread your legs for someone else. So tell me." She suddenly started crying and I had my answer. God, I didn't want to lose this woman but I could see no other solution. "Okay, that's it. I'll spend the night in the guest room and I'll move out tomorrow. We'll go for irreconcilable differences and split all assets 50/50. I'm glad you didn't wait until we had children to hop into bed with someone else. I don't feel I've wasted too much time with you. There's still plenty of time to find someone who will love me and stay faithful. You notice I'm not asking you why you cheated. Maybe you can explain it to your folks. I'm sure they'd be interested. I thought we had an understanding regarding love, trust and respect in our marriage but you just threw them away." Tears were running down my face as I got up and moved my belongings into the spare room and then went out by myself and got something to eat. Later, I went home and she was still sitting in the chair. Her makeup was smeared from crying and she looked at me with sadness. "I'm so sorry Jack. It was only the one time. He was so down and I felt I could cheer him up. He was so nice and I don't know what made me do it. If you could forgive me it will never happen again." "You can forget your wedding vows to forsake all others over such a weak excuse? That means you don't put much of a value on those vows, your parents, our marriage or me. I'm sorry, I've always been faithful to you and I expected the same from you. I still love you and I expect that will fade with time but I can't trust you anymore and I've lost my respect for you. This marriage has got to be over right now. I'll get hold of a lawyer in the morning and we'll go from there." When I went to the spare room I could hear her crying long into the night. I didn't sleep too well that night either. I got up early, showered, dressed and went out for breakfast. Getting into work I called and made an appointment with a divorce lawyer and then took the rest of the day off to take care of credit cards, bank accounts, will and insurance policies. I also had my name removed from the lease on our apartment. After meeting with the lawyer he said he would have the papers drawn up and ready for signature in a couple of days. Then I went out to look for an apartment. I found a nice one bedroom efficiency unit within walking distance of my work and gave out the required deposits to hold it. Afterward I went back to our apartment to start packing. EPILOGUE Kathy and I were divorced in three months. She didn't contest it. I later found a woman who was as anxious as I to remain committed and faithful. I love her without reservation and she returns my love passionately. After five years we had two children who are being raised with strong values in loyalty and respect for the family and one another. Kathy remarried a year after the divorce and was divorced again within two years. She just couldn't keep her legs together as I'd feared. Her mother and father don't communicate with her anymore. Thinking & Sex: It's Not Just Guys For a female Proboscis Monkey, a male with a big nose is a male with a big sex appeal. A male cockroach will only mate with a female if she smells just right. And only a male Hanging Fly could make an insect corpse look appetizing to a female. Humans, like their less-developed animal counterparts, have criteria for a good mate as well. There are many areas of psychology that explain why sex is very important to both men and women, such as Freud's psychoanalytical theories of personality, evolutionary approaches to mate selection, and areas of biological health psychology. Freud had many theories regarding development of personality, and many of his theories revolved around sex and sexual development. He believed people have three parts of their consciousness: the Id, Ego and Superego. The Id is present at birth and is responsible for desires. The Ego satisfies the Id by keeping reality in mind and the Superego is a person's moral compass. Freud theorized that we are driven by two forces, the Death instinct and the Life instinct, known commonly today as the Libido. The combination of the Libido and Id is what creates sexual desires. In addition to the Id and Libido, Freud believed people go through stages during which the Id's energy focuses on different parts of the body. These bodily regions are called erogenous zones, which are oral, anal, phallic and genital. If a person has an unresolved conflict while in one of the stages, it will manifest into a fixation later in life. To feel resolution, people indulge these fixations. For instance, if a teenage girl's mother constantly yells at her because of her boyfriends, she will develop a genital fixation. To resolve her genital fixation, she may choose to participate in casual sex with many partners, just to satisfy her Id's fixated demands. According to evolutionary and biological psychology, other areas make sexual demands. When it comes to choosing a mate, men and women have different criteria. Women look for men who are symmetrical with big, square jaws. There are more than just physical characteristics that women look for in a man. Females tend to prefer older men with a secure financial status and high social standing. Robert Trivers's theory of Parental Investment. Women must invest at least nine months in order to create a child. Once the child is born, mothers spend years raising the child. Thus, a woman's reproductive success is maximized by finding a partner who will invest his time and resources in raising her offspring. Men, however, are required to do nothing after the act of copulation. Young men with few resources cannot contribute the long-term financial stability that an older, more established man can. There is another side to Trivers's Parental Investment Theory. A man looks for women who can easily bear his children. His reproductive success is maximized by having sex with many young, healthy women. Signs of health that men look for are a high forehead, full lips, short jaws, small chins and a favorable waist-hip ratio. A small waist and large hips are favorable for childbearing and suggest reproductive health. Men's criteria for a favorable reproductive partner tend to be more physical than women's. While evolutionary psychology gives answers for the question who, biological health psychology gives answers for the what, why and how of sex. What happens during sex? Even though men and women vary in many ways, the physiology of sexual intercourse is very similar. Males and females experience the same phases: excitement, plateau, orgasm, and resolution. During the excitement phase, vasocongestion, the enlarging of blood vessels, occurs. Vasocongestion is accompanied by substantial increases in blood pressure, heart rate, muscle tension and respiration rate. The plateau phase is characterized by continuing arousal, but at a slower rate. Ideally, orgasm follows the plateau phase. Orgasm is the pinnacle of sexual arousal, which produces muscle contractions throughout the pelvic region, increased heart and respiration rate and blood pressure. Resolution quickly follows orgasm. During resolution, there is a decrease in blood pressure, heart rate, muscle tension and respiration rate. Why do people have sex? Physiologically, sex is much like a good aerobic work-out, providing much of the same benefits. Endorphins are released, attitude is improved, stress is reduced, and self-concept is heighten. Of course, there is the obvious reason: to procreate. How can biology and psychology explain sexual dysfunction? For a long time, sexual dysfunction was thought to be purely biological. Today, research is finding that there are increasing psychological factors. Some factors include, but are not limited to, psychosocial pressures, such as religious guilt, pressure to perform and obedience (or disobedience) of what are frequently culture-specific sexual taboos. Female crocodiles find a mate attractive if he blows bubbles in the water under her belly. Male and female humans have different criteria for mate selection. The criteria is not only different from the rest of the animal kingdom, it is different from gender to gender. The reasons for sex are also different from many animals in the world. Humans are one of only a few species that engage in sexual intercourse for the fun of it. Psychology, a science unique to humans, can explain the differences. Many areas of psychology give reasons to explain the importance of sex to both men and women. Some of these areas include Freud's psychoanalytical personality theories, evolutionary ideas about mate selection sexual motivation, and parts of biological health psychology. Thinking Back, Wanting More Rachel grinned at me. "You know what this means, don't you?" I nodded. "We have the place to ourselves, today and tomorrow." She put the phone down, and snuggled back against me, closing her eyes. I kissed the top of her head gently, and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Pity it's still raining, or we could have gone out somewhere." "Never mind - we can light a fire, and I'll cook us something special later." I kissed her again, and as she shifted position, the hem of her t-shirt rode up a little. I drew my fingers gently across the narrow band of soft skin just above the waistband of her jeans, and she pulled her t-shirt an inch or so further up, allowing my palm to rest on her bare stomach. "Mm, that's nice." I held her for a few moments, then slowly moved my hand upwards inside her t-shirt until I felt the bottom of her bra. I paused, then slid my hand further up, cupping one breast through the cotton fabric. I could just feel her nipple against my palm, but I kept my fingers still, in no hurry to arouse her further. She tilted her head back, her lips brushing against my cheek, and I moved my free hand to cup her other breast through her t-shirt, the extra layer of fabric making the contact more comforting than erotic. Slowly, though, I felt her nipples harden under my palms, and I deliberately brushed one as I slid my hand back down over her stomach and let my fingers dip inside the front of her jeans. My fingertips found soft fur, and I gently explored the swell of her mound, tangling my fingers in the strands. I began to move my hand lower, and I felt her smile against my cheek. She put her fingers over mine, immobilising them, and whispered softly in my ear. "Not yet... We have plenty of time, let's talk for a while." I withdrew my hand, resting it back on her stomach. "What would you like to talk about?" There was a hint of amusement in her voice, along with unmistakeable desire, and she stretched, pushing her still-hard nipple against my palm. "Why don't you think of something we've done that you really liked, and tell me about it." I chuckled softly. "I always really like what we do. But if I had to choose... You remember when we went to the Lake District that summer when we first met, and you insisted on going for a ramble even though we'd not packed the proper gear?" I could tell she was rolling her eyes. "We didn't really need all that stuff just for a stroll. And we definitely enjoyed ourselves in the end, didn't we." "I couldn't keep my eyes off you in that short skirt," I confessed. Her voice was amused. "That wasn't difficult to guess - the way you kept hanging back a little, so you could look at me from behind." She put her hand on mine, pressing it against her breast. "And when we got to that kissing gate, of course we had to go through it together, and we got stuck for a bit." I grinned. "We weren't really that stuck, were we, but it was a good excuse for me to rub up against you." Her nipple hardened even more. "And I could tell you were pleased to see me," she teased. "Then we decided to walk up to the rocks," I remembered. She nodded. "I scrambled onto that big flat one, and pretended that you weren't allowed up. But you climbed on anyway, and I tried to get away, but you caught me." I chuckled. "You did struggle for a bit, though." "Only until you pulled me back against you, and I felt you again..." She shivered deliciously. "I didn't even have to tell you what I wanted next." "You were the sexiest thing I'd ever seen," I said, "kneeling on that rock with your panties pulled down. I didn't even think to check if anyone was around before I started undoing my belt." "I deliberately didn't look over my shoulder when I felt you," she breathed. "I just let you slide in, and hold my hips as you started to thrust." "It was like being in velvet," I remembered. "The only thing I'd change is to have been able to hold on longer." Rachel shook her head. "You know I don't mind a quickie - and you more than made up for it when we got back to the bed and breakfast afterwards." "Hang on," I chuckled. "We haven't finished the first part of the story. I was really out of breath afterwards, and you had a huge silly grin on your face as you pulled your panties up." She nodded. "It wasn't that much further to the pub where we stopped for lunch, was it. I was convinced someone would notice - my knees were a bit grazed, and I couldn't quite sit still because I could still feel that you'd been in me." "I'm sure nobody guessed," I said. "And that sausage and mash was amazing." "Then we decided to try the circular walk down the dale," Rachel remembered. "It was fine on the way out, but it got pretty steep at the end." I stroked her stomach. "We were boiling when we got back to the bed and breakfast, and I asked you if you wanted to go in the shower first." "But I flopped on the bed and let you go first," she said. "Meant I could watch you taking your clothes off." I chuckled. "When I came out, I could tell straight away that getting into the shower after me wasn't the first thing on your mind. Your hair was all over the pillow, and you'd put your arms behind your head so that your blouse had come untucked from your skirt." "I liked the look on your face when you saw me," she grinned. "I was willing you to just drop your towel and come to me." "Well, I didn't disappoint, did I," I teased. "But I wasn't expecting you to pull your knees up so you could spread your legs." "You guessed straight away what I was angling for, though," grinned Rachel. I nodded. "It's another of my 'most sexy things', you straightening your legs to let me slide your panties off, then parting them again so I can see everything." She stretched again, taking a deep breath. "And you didn't just look." "There's something really, I don't know, primal, about just going straight down there without any foreplay at all, starting to use my tongue on you," I mused. "If you think about it, the whole afternoon - the whole day - was foreplay," Rachel pointed out. "I'd never been more ready." She shifted position, stretching out her legs. "You took me right to the edge almost straight away." "I could tell," I said with a grin. "I think it was you putting your hand behind my head and pushing your hips at me that gave it away. Then when you got there..." I trailed into silence, remembering her gasps, and the way she'd wrapped her legs around me while she rode her pleasure. "That was pretty special." Rachel nodded. "I'm glad you picked that one to remember." She kissed my cheek again, and gently drew my hand out from under her top. "Now, why don't I make us something to eat? Then it'll be my turn to tell a story." Thinking Back, Wanting More Ch. 02 Rachel got gracefully to her feet, and I followed her into the kitchen, sitting down at the table while she pulled pans from the shelf and started to cook. "What's it going to be?" I enquired. "Wait and see," she said, putting her tongue out at me cheekily. I tilted my head. "OK. I'll make us a drink." I got up, picking up the kettle and going to the sink. As I turned again, I reached out and brushed one breast with the back of my hand, getting a grin and a glance of bright eyes before she turned back to what she was doing. We sat down to eat, and I nodded. "This is great." Rachel lifted her fork, and I watched as she took her first mouthful, somehow making the movement incredibly sensual. She chewed, then swallowed, and raised her eyebrows at me. "What?" she asked, smiling lazily. I chuckled. "You're very distracting. You do want me to notice your cooking skills, don't you?" She tossed her head, her eyes teasing. "I'm sure you can manage both." I carried on watching her. To my surprise, I found I could manage to eat and to appreciate the show she was giving me at the same time. Finally I put down my fork on my empty plate, and pushed my chair back. "Want to get more comfortable?" "Don't you want dessert?" she grinned. I raised my eyebrows. "Of course - if it's you." Rachel shook her head, smiling. "Patience, patience." She got up, going to the freezer, and brought out a tub of ice cream, serving a generous scoop for each of us. She sat opposite me again, and started to eat, deliberately letting a dribble of melted ice cream escape her lips. She caught the dribble with a finger, and used her tongue to lick it off from base to fingertip. "Mm." Finally her bowl was empty, and she slid her chair back. "Now, where were we?" We returned to the living room, and Rachel knelt at the hearth, kindling the fire I'd laid earlier. She stretched out on the rug, and patted the space next to her. I joined her, propping myself up on one elbow and sliding my other arm across her stomach. "OK, you said it was your turn." Rachel smiled in the firelight. "Hmm, let me see... Oh, I know." She put her hand on mine. "Remember when you were having a horrible time at work? You were working such long hours, and when you got in you just wanted to sleep." I nodded. "I'm sorry, darling, I know I wasn't great company for a while." "There was one time," she continued, "it was a Friday, wasn't it, and you'd called me to say that for once you wouldn't have to go in the next day. So I decided I'd find a way to make you forget about work completely." She chuckled softly. "I think you were a little surprised when I opened the door to you wearing nothing but my négligée." "It certainly got my attention," I confessed with a smile. "So I didn't even speak, I just held out my hand, and when you took it I led you upstairs." "Like a lamb," I agreed. "So when we got to the bedroom, I took your tie off, then started unbuttoning your shirt. By the time I got to the last button I was on my knees, and I just carried on undressing you." She grinned. "It was pretty obvious you weren't too tired for what I had in mind." I nodded. "So then you just looked towards the bed, and I lay down, watching you." "I knelt on the bed," Rachel continued, "and leaned down to kiss you. I wasn't surprised that you reached for me, my breasts must have been tempting, but I whispered 'No - this is all about you.'" She turned towards me a little, and I could tell from the way her nipples were visible through her t-shirt, that the story she was telling was getting her just as aroused as I felt. I bent to plant a kiss on each, and she made a low sound of pleasure in her throat. "But let me finish the story," she reminded. I drew back to watch her face as she continued. "I kissed you again, then moved down to start giving your nipples some attention. I knew you'd be really hard, so I reached one hand down to wrap around you." I saw her tongue touch her lips briefly. "I could feel you leaking a little, so I ran my finger over your tip then put it in my mouth - I've always liked the way you taste." I leaned forward to kiss her. "Good thing, really, considering what you did next." She nodded. "So I suckled you for just a few moments more, then moved down. I used my lips to get what had leaked from you again - I really felt you react when I did that - then I started to run the tip of my tongue from your base to your tip." I grinned. "I knew you were thinking of that when we were eating our ice cream." "I was really turned on," she said. "It was all I could do not to touch myself at the same time, but I'd promised myself I'd wait." "We could try that sometime, though," I said. "I like the idea of you pleasing me and yourself at the same time." She punched me playfully. "You're just lazy," she teased. "Anyway, I really liked what I was doing and how you were reacting, but I knew it wouldn't get you all the way. So I shifted again, taking your tip into my mouth and starting to use my hand on you." I drew in a deep breath. "Watching you do that was another of those 'most sexy things' - when you started to go more quickly, I could see your breasts moving..." Rachel nodded. "I could tell you were getting close, so I teased you by lifting my head to watch your face, then using my tongue again for a while. I know you were wondering whether I'd let you come in my mouth or spurt everywhere." Her last words - more blunt than usual, even in the context of our fantasies - sent a jolt through me, and she grinned in triumph at my reaction. "I decided I wanted to watch your face right the way through, so I moved my hand more quickly, and the satisfaction in your voice when you groaned was nearly enough for me to climax myself." She closed her eyes dreamily. "Then your stuff went all the way up your stomach - I got some of it on my hand, so I licked it off. Then I thought I might as well go the whole way, so I bent down to get all the rest from your stomach while you were still twitching. That took me a while, then I got the last dribble from you at the end." "Phew," I said, pretending to fan my face, "that really is hot. But I'm a little hazy on what happened after that." Rachel laughed softly. "That's because you fell asleep." I looked sheepish. "I'm sorry, darling." She shook her head, smiling. "Like I said, it was for you." "But weren't you frustrated?" I asked. It was Rachel's turn to look embarrassed. "Well, when you'd dozed off I lay with you for a while, just watching you, then when I was sure you were asleep I sat up, and fished in the bedside drawer - I knew I'd find that silver thing we sometimes use. So between that and touching myself with my fingers, I managed to do pretty well. I couldn't help making some noise when I came, but it didn't seem to wake you. Then I lay down again and draped my arm across you, went to sleep myself." I shifted position. "Darling - thank you, for that evening and for picking it to tell me. Now, are you ready for...?" I reached across to touch one breast, starting to caress it. Rachel gave me a mischievous grin, stretching. "Actually I'd quite like a shower." She obviously noticed the frustrated expression on my face, and relented with a smile. "Then you can have your wicked way with me, my love..." Thinking Back, Wanting More Ch. 03 Rachel got to her feet, moving gracefully as always, and I followed her up the stairs, certain that the extra sway of her hips as she climbed was for my benefit. When we reached the bedroom, she was already pulling her t-shirt over her head, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. She stepped out of her jeans, and looked at me expectantly. "Want to finish the job?" I nodded eagerly, and she wagged a finger at me, grinning. "But you still have to wait till I've showered." "I promise," I conceded, and knelt in front of her, slipping her panties down and placing a swift kiss on her stomach before stepping back again. She stepped into the en-suite, sliding back the door of our spacious shower cubicle, and glanced over her shoulder. "Come and watch?" "Of course." I sat down, my eyes not leaving her body as she turned on the shower and let the hot water cascade over her. As water droplets splashed the door, and steam started to cover the glass, I could see her less clearly. "Wish I was in there with you." I heard her chuckle. "You'll just have to imagine." The sound of the water changed, and her voice gave away the pleasure she was feeling as she directed the spray between her thighs. "Mm - nice, but not the same as you touching me." She returned the shower head to its holder and started to wash, the foam splattering on the tiles as it sluiced off her body. Finally she turned off the water, sliding the glass aside. "You look unbelievably sexy wet," I ventured, holding out her towel. Rachel grinned. "I promise - next time, you can come in the shower and we'll see what happens." She patted her body dry, then towelled her hair. "Pass me a brush?" When her hair was brushed out straight, but still damp, she draped the towel over the radiator and slipped past me with a smile, walking over to the bed and propping herself up on the pillows. "Now it's your turn to undress." Her fingers strayed idly over her stomach as she watched me remove my clothes, finally dropping my boxer shorts on top of the pile. "I love how smooth you are," she said. "Means nothing tickles me at just the wrong moment." I grinned. "Well, nothing that isn't supposed to, anyway." I sat down on the edge of the bed and bent to kiss her gently on the lips. "Now, my love, what's your pleasure?" In answer she shifted position, kneeling in the centre of the bed with her back to me. She turned to look over her shoulder, an expression of anticipation on her face. "Let's start like this and see what happens." I knelt behind her, wrapping my arms round her waist and burying my face in her still-damp hair, kissing the back of her neck. "Mm..." She was still for a while, obviously enjoying being held, then I felt her hands gently taking hold of mine, moving them upwards. I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling her nipples already hard against my palms, and moved my hips slightly so she could feel my length resting in the cleft of her bottom. She breathed out slowly, not quite a gasp but making her pleasure obvious. After a few moments, I started to caress her breasts, my fingers brushing gently over each nipple, and she tipped her head back to rest on me, her mouth near my ear. "Mmm, that's nice." I moved back slightly, and continued to stroke one breast while my other hand caressed her bottom, then explored slowly between her legs. I found warm wetness, and slid a finger inside her, prompting her to lean forward just a little. "Ah..." she breathed. I slid my other hand down from her breast, over her stomach, starting to circle her clitoris with a fingertip while my other hand carried on exploring her from behind. As I'd expected, she brought her hands to her breasts, squeezing them and gently pinching her nipples, and I felt the subtle change in her body that signalled she was ready, waiting, wanting her climax. "Ah-ah," I murmured, gently moving my fingers away from her most intimate places and wrapping my arms around her again. "We're not in a hurry, are we...?" Rachel groaned in frustration, and I held her more tightly. "Soon, my love, I promise." She nodded, wrapping her arms over mine. "I know, darling." I moved back again, this time positioning my hard tip against her entrance and sliding in just a little way. She made a low sound of pleasure, and pushed her hips back against me, but I held back from entering her more deeply. "Not yet, my love - this is for you." I cupped one breast, and slid my free hand down to resume my touch on her clitoris. She gasped, and as I'd hoped, she started to squeeze her other breast and touch the nipple, sliding her left hand down to press my fingers more firmly against her. Again I felt her body begin to tense, and I breathed in her ear softly. "Yes, my love..." Her climax when it arrived was not how I'd expected it to be. I felt her muscles tighten around me, but instead of the almost violent juddering of her body as pleasure overtook her, she tensed but remained almost still, the only indication of what she was feeling a soft, prolonged moan between parted lips. Finally she relaxed, her body feeling almost limp compared to the tension moments earlier, and I held her in my arms, my eyes closed. She took a deep breath. "Wow. That was... not like anything else." I grinned, hugging her. "I'm glad, darling." She unwrapped my arms from her, and turned to kneel facing me. "Now, your turn." She lowered her head, and I made a low sound of pleasure as she took my erection into her mouth, using her tongue to taste the mixture of her own wetness from before, and the fluid that was leaking from me. She sat up again, her face dreamy, and took my hands, drawing me with her as she lay back on the bed. "Move up a little higher, darling." I straddled her with my knees, and she drew me down to her, kissing me on my chest then darting her lips first to one nipple, then the other. "I know how much you like this..." She began to pleasure me in earnest, moving her tongue between my nipples and using her fingertips on both, then every so often suckling me softly, drawing her tongue over me as though enjoying an ice cream. I groaned, flexing my hips so that I was pressing against her stomach. "I'm getting pretty close, darling - do you want me in you yet?" She shook her head without speaking, and I raised my eyebrows, wondering what she had in mind. Just when I thought I couldn't hold back any longer, Rachel put her hands flat on my chest and pushed me steadily back up to a kneeling position. She put her hands on either side of my erection, moving her palms gently but insistently, and I saw a satisfied smile curve her lips as I cried out, spurting sticky fluid onto her stomach and breasts. She used her fingers to spread the slippery liquid around, then deliberately fixed her eyes on my face as she put each finger in turn into her mouth. "Mmm." She put her hands on my shoulders and drew me down onto her, then closed her eyes with the expression of a cat that had most definitely got the cream. I watched as her breathing gradually slowed, and she slept. I smiled to myself, and reached over to the bedside table to dim the lights, then pillowed my head beside my lover's. Some indefinite time later, I opened my eyes, finding Rachel looking up at me. "Mmm," she murmured. "I love sleeping with your weight on me, it feels so... safe, so satisfying." She stretched luxuriantly beneath me. "Only one thing would make this any more perfect." "Whatever you want, darling," I promised. "Are you hungry? Want me to get you something?" Rachel shook her head, and lowered her eyes almost shyly. "What I want... is, when I go to sleep again, to have you lying on me like before, but this time you'll have put your stuff right in me, and I'll be thinking that maybe I'll be pregnant, right now, tonight." Again her words sent a jolt through me, almost like an electric shock, and she smiled as she saw my eyes widen. "Want that?" I nodded wordlessly, and I felt the gentle pressure of her hands on my shoulders. I slid downwards slowly until I was between her already-parted thighs, feeling myself hardening again as I looked at her breasts, her smooth stomach, the expression of anticipation on her face. She answered my questioning look with an almost imperceptible nod, and I pressed my tip against her entrance, then flexed my hips, sliding into her smoothly. She tilted her head back, breathing out slowly, lifting her hips to meet me. Then she lifted her head again, wrapping her legs around mine. "Go for it, my love." I started to move in her, and each time I reached the end of a stroke, she moaned softly between her lips. As I increased the pace of my thrusts, her moans turned into quiet cries, then louder ones, and she bit her lip, then gasped. "Darling, I think I might..." Before she could finish her sentence, I felt the unmistakable sensation of her muscles rippling around me and her words became incoherent. Even as her climax took her, I moved more insistently and felt myself tip over the edge, spurting deep into her body as she'd anticipated. Finally we both collapsed, still entwined, panting. "Oh - my - goodness," managed Rachel, a thin sheen of perspiration on her face, her breasts. I nodded. "Thank you, my love." I lowered myself onto her, pillowing my head on her breasts. "Now for the last part of your wish, my love..." "Mmm," came the sleepy answer, and my last waking memory was of the tiniest twinge of regret as I finally softened and slipped out of her body... Thinking Back, Wanting More Ch. 04 Rachel stirred beneath me, opening her eyes. My heart thrilled at the ready smile that touched her lips as she looked up at me. "Morning, lover," she murmured. I placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Did you sleep OK?" She nodded. "Never better." I shifted so that my body was only half-covering hers. "Me too." My stomach rumbled, and I gave her a resigned smile. "I'd love it if we could just stay here, but we probably both need some breakfast." Rachel nodded. "Plenty of time for loving later, though." I swung my legs off the bed. "Want me to make something and bring it up?" Rachel shook her head. "Would you mind terribly if I had a quick shower, then came down to eat?" She threw me a knowing smile. "I loved what we did, but I do still feel a little... sticky." "Sure, no problem." I watched as she went through into the en-suite, then as the water started running I pulled on my dressing gown and made my way downstairs to the kitchen. A quick search of the fridge revealed bacon, eggs, sausages, and as an afterthought I took a tin of beans from the shelf in the larder, starting to cook. The eggs were just starting to look perfect when I heard footsteps on the stairs, and I turned as Rachel came into the kitchen, still barefoot and wearing a long t-shirt that only just reached below her thighs. "What?" she grinned. "I didn't want to get dressed, but we don't want to shock the neighbours if they happen to glance over the fence, do we." I moved the frying pan off the flame, and turned to wrap her in my arms. "You look fantastic whatever you're wearing." I waved towards the table. "Everything's ready – would you like coffee?" Rachel shook her head. "Let's eat first, or yours will go cold." I brought heaped plates over to the table, and we started to eat. "Perfect," judged Rachel. Finally I put my knife and fork down, and took my plate over to the sink. I spooned fresh grounds into the coffee maker, flipping the switch, and it started to make its familiar gurgling sound. "Mm," said Rachel. "I love the smell of real coffee." I poured for us, making sure to use Rachel's favourite mug, and sat down again. "So, what would you like to do today? It still looks like rain, but I'm sure we can find a way to entertain ourselves." She threw me a soft smile. "Definitely. But dull as it sounds, there are a few things we ought to do around the house." "OK," I agreed. "What's first?" "Well, fair's fair, you cooked, I'll wash up. Maybe while I do that you could empty the bins and put some washing on." I busied myself with the tasks she'd suggested, and by the time I'd set the program on the washing machine, the breakfast things were neatly stacked to dry on the draining board. "Right," said Rachel. "A couple of things upstairs." We went back up, and Rachel pulled the duvet off the bed onto the floor. "I really like it when the sheets and everything are fresh – makes me even more keen to get to bed." "I don't have a problem with that," I chuckled, starting to pull the pillowcases off and make a pile of dirty linen on the floor. "I'll put all that on the landing," offered Rachel. As she bent down to pick up the pillowcase, I nudged her playfully with my hip, and she lost her balance, ending up face-down on the crumpled duvet. "Hey," she said, sounding amused rather than angry. "Not fair." I knelt behind her, stroking her back. "Couldn't resist." Her t-shirt had ridden up, and her bottom looked so inviting that I couldn't resist moving my hand lower to stroke it, caressing her gently. She shifted, lifting her hips a little, and I bent to touch my lips to her bottom, rubbing my cheek against her skin. "Mm," she murmured, "that's nice." She shifted again, parting her thighs to give me access, and I took full advantage, burying my face in her. I explored with my tongue, and discovered that not only could I slide the tip a little way inside, but her hard nub was within my reach. I circled it slowly, and I was rewarded with a muffled but still unmistakeable moan of pleasure. I began to use my tongue more insistently, feeling the wetness of her arousal increasing against my nose, my lips, my tongue. Her soft moans turned to gasps, and I felt her fingers grasping at the duvet as she cried out, pushing herself back against my mouth as my tongue flickered over the centre of her pleasure. Finally she subsided, and I moved to lie beside her, one arm across her back. She took a deep breath, and turned to look at me, a broad grin on her face. "I like it when you help me with the housework." She got to her feet, her erect nipples clearly visible through her t-shirt. "Want me to return the favour?" I shook my head, smiling. "I think I can wait a while – anyway, who's to say I won't surprise you again first." She picked up the pile of laundry. "Who indeed." By the time we'd finished changing the bed, the washing machine had finished, and I carried the dirty linen downstairs to set it going while I hung up the first load. I grinned to myself as I draped Rachel's sheer red panties over the washstand, remembering times when she'd worn them for me on our dates and parted her legs to give me a glimpse up her skirt as we sat opposite one another in our favourite restaurant. The sound of the vacuum cleaner stopped, and I heard Rachel's voice from upstairs. "Can you take this back down for me, darling." I went back up, finding her busy cleaning the bathroom with her yellow rubber gloves on. She affected a manic grin, snapping the fingers of her gloves in my direction, and I pretended to gulp nervously. She chuckled, and accepted a kiss. "I won't be a minute – make us another drink?" I put the kettle on for tea this time, and when Rachel came down to the kitchen, I pushed the biscuit tin across the table towards her. "What's still left to do?" "I was hoping we'd get away with it, but I think there are a few things we really need from the supermarket," she said thoughtfully. "Do you want me to go?" Rachel shook her head. "No, it's fine." She grinned. "Anyway, I bet we can make it fun." I feigned shock. "I know we can be a bit outrageous, but I'm not sure if I dare make love to you among the cabbages at Morrisons." Rachel laughed. "Me neither," she confessed. "But I'm sure we'll think of something." She drained her cup. "OK – we'd better throw some clothes on." We went back upstairs, and I watched as she dressed, then pulled on my jeans and t-shirt. "Right, let's go." The drive to the supermarket was only five minutes, and I managed to get a spot quite near the door. "Trolley?" Rachel nodded, and I retrieved a trolley from the end of the row. We negotiated the revolving doors, and I pushed the trolley into the section offering fresh fruit and vegetables. Rachel threw me a grin, and reached up to take a cucumber from one of the racks, laying it between her breasts for a few moments before placing it in the trolley. Her next tease was with a loose carrot and a couple of tomatoes grasped in one hand in a distinctively suggestive shape, and despite myself, I glanced around to see if anyone was paying any attention. The only other shoppers were a couple of elderly ladies making their way slowly towards the ready meals, and I rolled my eyes at Rachel. "Not too far," I mouthed at her. She tilted her head, her expression mildly defiant, and picked up a couple of cantaloupes, balancing one in each hand in front of her chest as she judged which one she preferred. The right hand one obviously won, and it joined the other vegetables in the trolley. "OK, enough veg," I said firmly, taking Rachel's elbow and guiding her towards the next aisle. She grinned, looking along the rows of jams and spreads, and picking up a jar of chocolate spread. "I think we can find a use for this, right, darling?" A long French stick was her selection from the bakery aisle, then a bottle of sticky cherry liqueur. She bypassed most of the other food aisles – "we can always phone for pizza" – stopping only at the freezer section and opening one of the doors, leaning close as cold mist poured out. When she turned, her nipples were clearly visible through her t-shirt and I grinned, shaking my head. We reached the toiletries, and she searched for scented bath foam, then a bottle of massage oil. Condoms – "what on earth do we need those for?" I queried – then she nodded toward the checkouts. We queued behind another young couple, and I was sure I caught an amused look from the girl as she watched Rachel transfer items from our trolley to the belt. The cashier pulled carrier bags from under the till. "You all right with your packing?" "Sure," I nodded, and started to put items in bags as she scanned them. Finally everything was bagged, and I paid with my card, handing the receipt to Rachel. She glanced down the items, and looked back at me, her eyes full of laughter. "Doesn't take much imagination to work out what we're supposed to be doing later on," she chuckled. We walked back to the car and I put our bags in the boot, then drove us the short journey back to the house. Rachel grinned again as she transferred the perishables to the fridge, then put the rest of the items in one bag. "I'll take these up to the bedroom – we can decide which ones we need later..." "Did we actually buy anything we can have for lunch?" I teased. "Cucumber sandwiches?" she replied without hesitation, and I pretended to wince, sharing her mental picture of someone slicing into the green vegetable. "Cheese on toast," I said firmly, pulling the loaf from the bread bin and putting four slices into the toaster. Rachel made coffee for us, and we took our lunch into the living room. "So what did you have in mind for later?" I asked, smiling, as we settled into the sofa facing one another. Thinking 'Bout the Ex Russ looked at his wife and said: "Come on, Lydia. Out with it." Lydia looked back at her husband with wide-open eyes. "There's nothing to talk about, darling. Really." "I'd believed that if I weren't married to you," he grinned at her. "But since I am, I can easily say that I know you well enough to know you've got something beating on your mind ... especially when it's something that's got you thinking of being naughty." She laughed at the same time slapped her husband's arm. It was a Friday evening, and they were both in bed snuggling against each other. "Whatever gave you that idea?" "How come you're dodging the question?" "What? I'm not." "Uh-huh. You going to fess up, or do I have to dig the truth out of you." His hand went under the bed covers to grasp her thigh. "There's only you and I here, and you know I can. Besides, I already know what it is that's got you feeling hot without you even saying it." "And what are you now, a mind-reader?" "You'd be surprised if I told you so." "Oh yeah? Since you know so much then how about you telling me what you think I've got beating on my mind." "You're thinking about him, aren't you? Don't lie, 'cause I already know." She feigned an innocent face. "I have no idea what or whomever it is you're referring to, honey." "You want to play rough, eh? Alright then, I'll say it out for you -- you're thinking about Derrick. Tell me I'm right." "Are not!" Russ moved his hand further up his wife's thigh into her nightie and quickly began fingering her pussy. Lydia realised what he was about to do to her too late and his finger had already gained entrance between her legs before she could stop him by slamming her thighs together. She tried scrambling away from him but couldn't be rid of his grasp as she had no choice but to squeal with uproarious delight at what he was meting upon her. They struggled with each other but still Russ wouldn't let go. "Am too! And you're going to admit it or else my finger's going to remain where it is all night long." She soon surrendered. "Alright! Alright! I give up!" she wiped tears off her eyes as he pulled his hand off the covers and gradually she calmed down. "First off, I'd like to know how and when you knew." "Four nights ago, when we got back from your friend Carol's party, remember? You were so smashed that night and later when I was playing with your clit you yelled out his name when I made you cum. Also yesterday I noticed you were flipping through that old photo album of yours -- the ones you took prior to us getting married. You especially had your eyes fixed on the ones you took with him. I just figured you were missing him a lot lately." "Yes, I've been missing him," she admitted. "And yes, I've been thinking too much about him lately." "I always wondered why you hardly brought him up whenever you're with me." "I'm sorry. It's something I've always wanted to, but just didn't know how you'd take it. Didn't want to get you mad or anything." "What could I be mad about -- the guy, or at least one of the guys whom you once dated before we tied the knot? Honey. If it concerns you, then it concerns me too. Go on, tell me what you miss about him." "You promise you're not going to get upset or anything?" Russ gave her his word he wasn't going to. "Well," she began rather shyly, her cheeks flushed as the memories came back to her. "First thing that comes to mind is his stature: he's quite tall and muscular -- he used to play football back in college -- yet he's got the softest kind of hands you'd ever touch." She burst into laughter. "I used to kid him about his hands ... told him he was all muscle and yet has the hands of a surgeon. The way he used to hold me down when fucking me from behind ... Oh God, he'd fuck me so damn good, I could do nothing but keep cumming and cumming ... One time he fucked me so hard and deep I peed right there on the sheets and on his dick." She exploded in giggles, cuddled next to her husband as she went on reliving times spent with her former lover. "We did a lot of naughty stuff. Even now I can't imagine I did them, but I know were it not for him I probably wouldn't have. He'd come visit me while I was at work ... sometimes we fucked right there in my office ... one time we even did it in the conference room. Once we checked into a hotel out of state and he fucked me over on the balcony. He just hooked my leg over the rail and hammered me right there and then. Just the thought of being seen ... I came faster than I'd ever cum before. A lot of times we did it outside -- in his car, out in the park ... once at one of his friend's rooftop. He'd make me blow him in a restaurant or in a club ... I tell you, it was crazy!" All the while that she was talking, Russ was getting so much enjoyment just picturing his wife doing all what she said she'd done with her former lover he couldn't stop himself from getting aroused by it. "Tell me what his cock looked like?" he prodded her. "How big was his cock?" "Oh darling, it was big." She held her hand wide apart before her face. "It was big and hard. Always hard." ""Did you enjoy sucking it?" "Oh my God, all the time," she admitted. "I mean it was so hard ... so black ... so beautiful to hold ..." while she talked, her hand rubbed against her husband's erection. She slid her fingers under his shorts and unearthed his throbbing cock and gently started stroking it. When she spoke, her voice sounded like it was in a trance. "All the time we fucked, Derrick would jam his cock right into my throat, nearly choking me with it ... I could barely take it all in, but every time I tried ... and I just loved sucking that big black cock of his all day ... and every time, whenever he came, he made me swallow everything. His semen was so thick, it was like milk gotten off a cow ... and it tasted real good too." "Did he ever share you around with anyone?" She nodded. "Sometimes he did, though not always. I remember one afternoon he picked me up from work during lunch break and took me over to his friend's place. His friend too had a big dick, and they tossed and fucked my pussy the whole afternoon I could barely stand up when we were done. I had no choice but to call in sick that day." Russ laughed so hard his ribs shook. Just the image building in his head of his beautiful wife getting well fucked by two brothers till she could hardly stand on her feet was enough to crack him up. Anna too was getting heated up by her words she pulled the covers off their legs, came forward and planted her lips over her husband's cock. Russ gasped as he felt pre-cum oozed out of the head of his cock; Anna licked every tiny drop and went on sucking him. "Go on, tell me more about him. Did he have other women on the side?" Anna paused in her sucking and stroked his cock while she went on. "There were times he shared me with some other chick. One was a black girlfriend of his who was bi. She and I made love while he sat back watching us, stroking his cock. When we were done playing with each other that was when he stepped me. The two of us knelt before him on the bed while he fucked us one at a time." She sucked her husband's cock for a moment before continuing. "I knew he had other ladies around town -- who wouldn't want to keep a man like him around. Sometimes I didn't see Derrick for a day or two, and I knew he was with someone, but I never bothered him about it. He always came back for me, and each time he fucked me, it was like the first time all over ... he was the first guy I ever let to fuck me in the ass." Russ's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when she said that and he stared at his wife with shocked amazement. Never had he once thought his Anna would be the type that's gone anal; he'd always wanted to try it out with her but couldn't think of a means how... "For real?" he asked her. "Uh-huh. Thought after him I've never done it with anybody else." Russ ran a tongue through his lips. He was all excited now that he was seeing his wife under a different light. "How did it feel like the first time ..." "It kind of hurt at first, but it didn't last long. Kind of like losing my virginity all over." She returned his cock into her mouth and sucked it for a moment before looking at her husband, a shy smile on her lips. "I know you've always wanted to try it out with me. Would you like to right now?" Russ couldn't believe what he'd just heard. The excitement in his heart was strong enough to power a space shuttle right that moment. "Oh yeah ... yeah, I'd love to." Anna pulled her nightie off her head and crawled forward to hunch over her husband who was stroking his cock under her. She took his cock and searched out the right hole and gently lowered herself upon him. Russ muttered a groan as he felt the tip of his cock slip into his wife's anal hole and then some. Anna too shut her eyes and sighed lengthily as his cock sank deep into her. She remained hunched over him; her hands pressed against his chest and began rocking her bottom over his shaft. They took things gently, but that didn't last long. Anna's memory recall had got both of them into a heated passion and it wasn't long before her ass began slapping down hard on him. Russ fingered her pussy and shoved his thumb into her wetness as she leaned backward and continued rocking her ass and hips over him. Russ was so overwhelmed by the sight, he sadly wished he had a camera so as to take a snapshot of this. Anna quicken her pace, both of them grunting out their passion while their bed bounced under them. "Ohh yeah," Anna flung her hair from side to side, so taken over by the rapture that was upon her. "Oh yeah, fuck me, honey! Go on, fuck me ... give me a big black dick anytime to ride! Ohh ... fuck! Ohh fuck!" Russ groaned from the tightness of her asshole and realised desperately that he was going to cum any moment too soon. He pushed her off him and quickly had her bent on her arms and knees with her ass pushed towards him. He muttered at the sight of his wife's gaping asshole but pushed it away as he inched forward and rubbed his cock against her pussy lining before finding the perfect hole and then thrusting the head of his cock inside. Her pussy was just as tight and inviting as her asshole. He held her down and slammed his cock in and out of her as fast and hard as he could. He leaned over her and groaned and breathed into her ear. "This how Derrick liked fucking you?" he gasped. Thick pools of sweat fell from his nose and landed on her backside. "I'll bet you loved being his white slut all that time ... loved him fucking your hard and good." She muttered back. "Oh yeah ... yes ... that was what I always wanted to be. His white married slut!" "Bet if he was here right now you'd fuck him again, wouldn't you, you slut!" "Ohhh yes, I surely would!" "You'd go on and let him shove that big black dick of his into your mouth ..." "... yes ... Ohh ... Ohhh ..." "... suck on his balls too, you would ..." "Uhhh-Ohhh ..." "... let him cum inside you too ... then let me lick you clean ..." " ... Uhh ... Uhh ... yeah ... fuck me good! Yeah, let you clean me up ..." Russ grasped the side of her waist and went on ploughing his cock harder and harder into her pussy. In his mind he replayed the image of her lover being the one fucking her right now and it wasn't long before he felt cum shoot out into his wife's womb. Anna gripped the bed sheet and cried out too the moment she felt his load inside her. A long while later, their bodies still entangled over each other's, Russ whispered to her. "I think you'd better give your ex-lover Derrick a call soon. Don't you think?" Anna turned to look at him for a moment before responding to his words with a kiss. "You're such a darling!" she said. She most definitely will give Derrick a call. Thinking It Was Okay The only sound in the room was me shuffling papers on my desk. The air was tense and uncertain. I called for you and you rushed in to see what I needed. I looked up to see you wearing the outfit I had laid out for you this evening. Nothing fancy, it was just you and me. The black silk boxers hung loosely from your hips and the white T-shirt showed off your nipples perfectly. My day slowly melted away as my eyes lingered on your neck...your collar framing the glow in your eyes. "Come to me", I whispered softly. You came and knelt down in front of me, your eyes lowered. "Have you thought about what you done wrong today?" I probed. I could see your lip quivering and sat back in my chair to watch you. I thought back to earlier today when we were out for dinner... We were with some friends of ours and having a good time. I had something to discuss with one of them and had told you to wait in the car for me. You had refused and insisted that you stay by my side. My irritation must have shown when I turned to look at you because you immediately lowered your gaze and turned to walk toward the car. The ride home had been silent as I was sitting with my jaw clenched trying to keep my cool. We had come home, only to have me retire to do some work at my desk. I had threw some clothes on the bed for you to put on and ordered you to wear your collar. I hadn't even buckled it for you... Now, here we were, you knelt down before me, waiting. You spoke softly trying to explain how you thought it was OK to wait by my side instead of the car. I firmly reminded you that I had told you to wait in the car. There were no choices. I had business to attend to. Your eyes filled with tears as I reminded you to never question me in front of people. You knew I was disappointed. I leaned back again to contemplate how to handle this. I knew you had to understand how important it was NOT to question me. I had enough of you explaining and rose from my chair. "Stand up. Go wait for me in the bedroom" I ordered. I waited until you had gotten comfortable and walked into the bedroom. I stood at the door and saw you kneeled down on the floor. Sighing, I walked to the dresser and pulled out a blindfold. I knelt in front of you and began to speak. "You know, if you listened to me, I wouldn't have to punish you. Do you understand now why obedience is so important?" You slowly nodded your head and I grabbed your hair and pulled it back, hissing in your ear. "I asked you a question and I expect a 'Yes baby' or 'No baby'. Now, Do YOU understand?" I could hear you whimpering softly as you managed a 'Yes baby'. I released your hair and slipped a blindfold over your eyes. "Tonight, you will learn what it means for ME to have to WAIT on you to obey." I said as I pulled your shirt over your head. Your nipples came into view and it was all I could do not to lean down and take one in my mouth. I shrugged it off, promising myself that would come later. As I spoke, I pulled items from our toy chest out and laid them down beside of you. "I want you to place your hands behind your back and remain silent. You will not move until I tell you to do so". I looked down and the eroticism of the moment caught my breath. I so hated punishing you, but, disobedience called for it. I reached down and pulled your wrists tightly behind your back, buckling the leather cuffs tight. Ensuring that you would not be comfortable. I tightened your blindfold and assured myself that your sight was no longer usable. I pondered on the next object in my hand and decided that you would indeed be taught a lesson tonight. I ran the metal across my hand and let it dangle onto your chest...causing you to draw a sharp intake of breath. I leaned close to your ear and spoke low and firm for you to know this would be the night a lesson was learned. "In the future, when you think about disobeying me, I want you to remember how this feels" I could see you shudder and deftly attached a clamp to each nipple. You opened your mouth to protest but immediately shut it. I then looped them through the ring in your collar so that every time you tried to lift your head, you would tug at the chain causing more pain. I straightened back up and looked down to see you blindfolded, bound, your nipples bright red as the clamps applied pressure. The metal cascading from your neck down to each nipple was extremely sensual. I turned to go back to my office and saw your head lift up at the sound of me moving away. Immediately you realized the price for disobeying once again as the chains hanging from your neck were pulled taunt. You bit your lip trying to be quiet. I smiled softly and went to finish my paperwork. Almost an hour later, I had completed everything I needed to do. I walked silently into the bedroom and saw you still knelt down, waiting for me. Perceptively, I moved to kneel beside you and suddenly removed the clamps. The flow of blood to each of your nipples was excruciating. Your hands were the next to be released and I ordered them to lay at your side. I knew you wanted to rub your nipples to get them to stop hurting. Your blindfold was untied and you looked up at me with repentant eyes. I knew you had learned your lesson. Wordlessly, I leaned down to take each nipple into my mouth and soothe the hurt that you felt. I could hear you moaning softly. I stopped to look up at you and cup your cheek with my hand. "Tell me you learned once again what obedience is" I whispered softly. Your eyes looked deep into mine and I saw the words forming on your lips. I knew you had learned. I stood up and ordered you to undress me. I had a hard day and I needed release. Your hands eagerly began taking my clothes off piece by piece. When I was completely naked, standing over you, I told you to touch me...now. I looked down to see your face drawing near to me, your tongue slipping out, the eager look in your eyes. Your tongue reached out and ran the entire length of my pussy and I pulled your head back. "Now, you will stop. I want you to remember that naughty subs are sent to bed without supper" I climbed into bed and saw the longing in your eyes. I held out my arms to you and pulled you close as we drifted off to sleep. I awoke to your lips covering my face and you reminding me that today was a brand new day. You smiled mischievously and whispered that you were hungry. I laughed and pulled you down onto me for a morning romp. Now this...I thought...is OK!! Thinking Man’s Action 01 Two Part Story. Second part submitted also. Great Thanks to the always awesome mikothebaby for her editing magic, and patience with grammar, spelling and punctuation. Her valiant attempts to make my stories readable are much appreciated. As Always, any and all errors are mine, and mine alone. +++++ Thinking Man's action Wife's actions make him think about marriage? ++++++ Goddamn banks! Like the housing crisis, financial meltdown, credit crunch and taxpayer bailouts, my marriage problems started with the Damn Bank. Okay to be totally honest, it was not completely the bank's fault, but it sure as hell started with a phone call from the bank. "Hello, this is Andrew from your Megabank credit card early fraud warning department. How are you today?" Andrew from Megabank? It sounded more like Apu from the Simpsons TV show Qwik Mart. "I am doing well Andrew from Megabank. How are things in New Delhi?" I replied. In fact, I was not doing well, but standing in my living room with a towel wrapped around my waist and dripping water all over the carpet, having stepped out of the shower. "Ah very good sir. We have noticed several unusual charges on your credit card. Do you have the card in your possession?" I wandered into the bedroom and grabbed my wallet off the dresser. "Yes Andrew, the credit card is here." "Okay sir, can you take a moment to go over some recent transactions with me." "Yeah, sure Andrew, let's have at them," I said. After a few minutes to verify it was me, "Andrew" started to rattle off charges. "Sir, the most recent one is for two tickets to the Yugoslavian Lawn Bowling championship-club seating, after that we have..." It was obvious my credit card info had been hacked, stolen, whatever, and the thief was having a grand old time with it. After more talking, my current credit card was canceled and Andrew from Megabank promised a new card would be in the mail tomorrow. In the meantime, I needed to review my statement and advise of any charges that were not mine, or my wife. My wife of seven years, Amy, was working at the bakery, we both did. Yeah, I know all the jokes about how we are rolling in dough, and must take home a lot of bread. Ha ha, we have pretty much heard them all. I was working the night shift while going to school during the day. Our bakery was a small regional operation, but the owner was old school, and liked to hire within the ranks. Last year, he had called both Amy and I into his office, after I had been turned down again for a management office position. "Bill, Amy," The owner said after we had sat down. "You are both smart young people, and I want employees like you on my team. Workers who know the business from the floor up, not some damn grad school MBA's who don't know whole wheat from grain, telling me how to run my business." He came around and sat on the corner of his desk in front of us. "However, everyone knows I had to take money from them damn 'Vulture' capitalists to expand. Them bastards want everyone in the front office to have a degree." Amy and I both looked at each other. We had graduated high school only. I knew Amy had barely squeaked by. I could have gotten a scholarship, but we were young and in love, and had gotten married 7 years ago, right after graduation. Amy spoke first. "But we have both been working here since we were sixteen. Shouldn't that count for something?" The owner just waved his hand. "Damn straight it should! I could push the issue, but I want to groom you two to become decision makers, not just transfer you from the floor to some place in the office, where them damn vultures would never let you move up." He then walked back around his desk and sat down. "Here is what I propose. I'll transfer you to the overnight shift. Amy, you run the lines, and Bill, you supervise the loading dock. That will allow you to enroll at the University and attend classes during the day. I know it is going to be tough, but you are both young and strong, plus the University has a year round, three year advanced business program." I cleared my throat before speaking up. "We appreciate you thinking of us, but the funds..." The owner just waved his hand at me. "As per the new company bylaws, I cannot promise the bakery will pay you back. However let me say that if you keep your noses clean and graduate, you will reap far more than the funds you spent for the degree." ++++++ And so we had enrolled. I had no problem, and did well. Amy was miserable, as schoolwork was never her strong suit. After a semester, she dropped out, returning to her former position on the day shift Thus the reason why today I was sitting in front of the computer at 3:00 in the afternoon going over months of our credit card transactions instead of getting some sleep for my midnight shift. The combo of classes, bakery and schoolwork pretty well drained all my energy. Amy took up most of the slack, doing the day to day tasks, from bill paying to housework. She really went all out trying to support me in her own way, putting dinner off until I rose for my night shift, and packing my lunches with little love notes inside. I thought we worked well as a team. I prepared breakfast for both of us, as I was just getting home from the midnight shift when Amy was waking up. We often snuck in a quick "love session" before she departed for work and I headed off to class. Although we had talked in depth about it, I know it was hard on her with the added expense of tuition, but more important to Amy was putting off the family we had planned to start, and the purchase of a house. Again, I thought how lucky I was to have a partner like Amy, who could see a better future for both of us with just a little present day sacrifice. Turning my mind back to the credit card charges, it was easy to see the pattern of what was ours. The normal gasoline purchases, grocery store bills, hardware and department costs, etc. The only charge I could not recall was a five month old $149 fee from a vendor AMDB. "Who the heck is AMDB?" I thought. Then I did what everyone does when they have a question, I did a "Google" search. I got a laugh when I saw the results. AMDB was a website Ashleymadison.com. The website was for matching married people looking to have an affair. "Life is short. Have an Affair!" was their motto. "Ha, ha, ha." I chuckled. "Seems like our little credit card hacker was looking for some married nookie." The website hooking up married people who wanted to cheat had me shaking my head in amazement. Not that a spouse would cheat, but that someone had thought of a way (besides divorce attorneys) to make money off affairs. "My God," I thought. "I guess the old saying there is profit in everything if you look hard enough is true." ++++++++++ That night over dinner I told Amy about the credit card being canceled and new ones to arrive. "Damn Bill!" Amy exclaimed. "How did this happen? I know we are always careful with our credit card." I just shrugged. "You can only do so much. Once you give out your card, or card number to any merchant, anyone along the chain can use it. I mean we are not liable for any of the bogus charges, but in the end we all suffer as everyone raises prices to cover the loss." "Bastards!" Amy spat. "I'll go over our bills to make sure we do not pay for anything not ours." "Already did," I started to tell Amy about our horny credit card hacker and the AMDB/Cheating web site charge. "Oh I got a good one for you Amy. Let me tell you about this one charge, its AMDB..." Amy interrupted, waving her napkin at me. "AMDB? Yes Bill, that one is mine, it's a fabric store, for some curtains I bought." Alarm bells started to ring as I twisted around to survey the curtains behind us. "Amy when did you change the curtains? They look the same to me." Amy face got flushed as she glanced away. "I changed my mind Bill before I put them up, and brought the curtains back. We were supposed to get a refund. Let me contact AMDB tomorrow." Dropping my fork on the plate, I felt sick. "Bill, are you Okay?" Amy asked, now looking at me. "Your face is all white. Maybe you should call in sick tonight? I can stay home tomorrow and take care of you." I rose from the table, and tried to hide my feelings. "No Amy, you have done enough. I gotta go." +++++ I was useless at work that night. Luckily, my crew knew their job and needed only minimum supervision. Normally this was a good thing and allowed me to get some schoolwork done. Now the extra time just had me dwelling on this information about Amy. "Damn, was Amy cheating?" I thought. "Who the hell signs up for an affair, like choosing a toaster off Ebay." I threw away the lunch she had packed me in the trash. Amy's included note "Love you Bill. Can't wait until morning" with its O's and X's had a small hand drawn heart. I used to look forward to these little letters, now the writing just seemed to mock me. For the first time, I did not go home after work to have breakfast, or a "love session" with Amy. I headed right to the University campus, killing time before my first class. Amy rang my cellphone a half a dozen times, even sending me few texts asking how I was feeling. I did not return her calls. However I did text back that I was going to the library then shut my phone off. +++++ Students at the University can be divided into three groups. The first is the working students. Some older, like myself going back to school, and other younger people that are attending classes between minimum wage jobs. We were easy to spot by our sleep deprived faces. Next, was the majority of kids' right out of high school. This group lived in the dorms, pledged sororities and fraternities, got involved in school activities, etc. For a lot of them, this was their first time away from home, and some treated it as an extended vacation paid for by Mommy and Daddy. Then there were the military vets. They were about the same age as their sorority and frat counterparts, but were light years away in attitude and had a maturity level far beyond their years. The tall pocked marked faced boy who spoke with a southern drawl so slow you thought he was mentally retarded? His speech hid a razor sharp mind that spent two tours disarming/disposing IEDS. The little pixie sized, ponytailed blond girl, that looked like she belonged on the cheerleading squad? You never would have guessed she had a dozen confirmed kills. Nicknamed "Dead Eye Jane", she had lost an eye during a convoy ambush, but still manned the twin 50 cals. "Jane" used "Ma Duce" to put the ambushers' "Dicks" in the dirt These veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan had earned their various GI and other government aid with sweat and blood. They did not tolerate either students or teachers wasting their time. Disciplined, they stuck together, and they were an outspoken bunch, as I found out my first year when I met my partner for my organic chemistry class. Ileana was tall, almost six foot, skinny as a rail, with flaming red hair. I was sitting at my assigned lab station when she came up. Dressed in a tee shirt with an Air force logo, she stuck out her hand. "Hi, I'm Rose your lab partner. Everyone calls me Ileana, and I'm gay." "Um Hi Rose. . . I mean Ileana," I said, shaking her hand. "My name is Bill, and um... I'm catholic, does that count, or get me extra points?" Ileana just grinned. "Pleased to meet you Bill, I just wanted to make sure we won't have any problems. If so we can get reassigned right now." "No problem on my end. Ah... why do they call you Ileana?" I asked Ileana took a seat on the stool, and organized her books at our station. She than took her fist and pounded on her left thigh. It made an odd clunk sound. "Got a fake leg." Ileana said matter of factly. "So 'I lean a' to the left. Get it?" I was so shocked I didn't know what to say. Fortunately, Ileana saved me. "Don't worry Bill I hate that 'politically correct' bullshit. Besides, it's not like I was some hero. Fucking motor round hit the mess hall. Took my leg and messed up a perfectly good sub sandwich." Again, I was saved as the Instructor came in and we spent the rest of the class going over rules of the lab, tests, what to expect, and safety. As always, there were a few jackasses in the class. This time it was some overgrown bozo with a couple of his buddies. The idiot still was wearing his high school letter jacket, as if anyone cared anymore. He and his buddies kept making fart noises, generally disrupting the class. This earned them laser like stares from some of the "vets". Letterboy and his pals just thought they were too funny. As Ileana and I were walking out of lab, she had her head down and bumped into "Letterboy" out in the hall. Letterboy spun around. "Watch where you are going bitch!" he spat at Ileana. Ileana just looked coolly at him. "Sorry, it was an accident Tinkerbelle, no need to get your panties in a wad." Letterboy's face got red for a moment. Turning to his buddies he said. "This bitch ain't got no tits. Bet she is a dyke." Letterboy then faced Ileana again. "What about it carpet muncher? Ever been mistaken for a man?" Letterboy's cronies hooted in laughter. Ileana tilted her head before replying. "Nope, I've never been mistaken for a man. How about you? Anyone ever mistake you for a man?" Letterboy's face got real red this time as he took a step toward Ileana. "Think you're tough bitch? I'm gonna kick your lesbo ass" My heart was really pounding. I wanted to step in, or back Ileana up, but the last fight I had been in was with my brother when we were six years old fighting over the last slice of pizza. I saw some movement behind Letterboy's friends, so I took a breath, stepping in between Letterboy and Ileana. Addressing Letterboy, I said, "There are four of you and two of us. It's not a fair match." Pausing for effect I continued. "You need to go get more guys." Letterboy turned even darker red as he gestured behind him without turning around. "What Gal Pal? You think you can take on all four of us?" I shrugged before answering. "We'll never know, because three of you left." Letterboy spun around to see his three friends had vanished. However, facing him were over a half dozen of the "vets". Standing shoulder to shoulder, every hand seemed to be holding a sharp or blunt instrument. A short, broad shouldered guy with a muscular build and USMC tee shirt was in the center of the group. One side of his face was a mass of molten scars that ran into his crew cut hair. In a voice that that came right off the parade ground, I heard him bark, "FORMER AIRMAN ILEANA. DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE?" I saw him raise his arm that had a metal attachment in place of the hand. He pointed the metal appendage at Letterboy. "IS THIS ...CIVILIAN CAUSING YOU ISSUES?" Ileana pushed past me, stepping face to face with Letterboy, who was spinning his head from the "vets" to Ileana, to the hallway. Staring straight into Letterboy's eyes Ileana said in a low voice to him. "You wanna scamper off and join your girlfriends, or do we have an issue?" Letterboy tried to speak but no words came out of his mouth. He just shook his head. Ileana took a step back and addressed the "vets". "Thank you for your offer, but no assistance is needed. This ...gentleman was just .....leaving." Letterboy saw his opening and bolted from the building. ++++++ That incident was over a year ago. Ileana and I become friends and study partners having most of the same classes. My wife, Amy, did not like Ileana, I do not know if Amy was threatened by Ileana sexual orientation or the fact she felt Ileana's gayness was just an act. Amy believed gay women just needed the right man to set them "straight". One time, I told Ileana about my wife Amy's theory about a right man making a gay woman straight, Ileana just laughed. "Bill, no man ever caused a gay lady to become straight. But many a man has caused a straight lady to become gay." +++++ That was back in better times. Now today, I was sitting in the classroom when Ileana plopped down in the seat beside me. This was a required class to satisfy our humanities requirement titled "Psychology 103 Interpersonal Relationships". Better known to most students as "Nuts and Sluts". Ileana looked closely at me. "You look like hell boyfriend. Someone shoot your dog? Screw your wife? Screw your wife's dog?" I jumped at her statement, and Ileana's eyes opened wide. "Bill, I know you don't own a dog, you ..." Ileana was interrupted by the entrance of our professor. He clapped his hands to get everyone's attention, than started writing on the board. "Today my young charges, we are going to discuss Chapter 8. "Interpersonal relationships in the traditional marriage." Some say the traditional marriage is dead or at least doomed. Mainly due to shifting economic conditions and opportunities for men and women. You ladies today now have a chance to be as equal as men. But is that a good thing? Will the "hook-up" culture end fidelity or need for marriage? Many social scientists think so." He turned back to the board to write some names. "These social scientists are not alone in their thinking. In 1992, author Dalma Heyek filled The Erotic Silence of the American Wife with what at the time, seemed like heresies: stories of women whose lives were not ruined by having affairs. She chronicled women who were not sorry, who were not punished for having sex out of wedlock. Two years later, In Tempted Women: The Passions, Perils and Agonies of Female Infidelity, Carol Botwin called adultery the "fastest growing women's sport" and attributed its increasing popularity, in part, to women having their own jobs, money, power. She called these women "The Groundbreakers." I could not take it anymore. Grabbing up my books I fled the classroom. +++++ Ileana caught up after class with me sitting on a bench outside the student union. Dropping her stack of book next to me, Ileana sat down. "OK Bill, spill it. What's the sitrep?" While listening to my tale, Ileana opened up her laptop, and was typing away furiously. After I finished, Ileana held up her hand to prevent me from speaking. After a few minutes, she spun her laptop around to face me. She was logged onto that cheating website. "Bill, we need to get more intel on the situation. It says here you can sign up for everything from cybersex, to chats, to full out anonymous sex. So we are not sure if your wife has done anything." "Great Ileana," I said dejectedly "My wife may only be having sex on line. What a comfort. Don't change your major to marriage adviser." "Jesus Christ, Bill," Ileana snapped at me. "If your balls and brains shrink any more, you'll be a member of Congress. Now listen up, you need to get her website user name and password. Odds are it is on her smart phone. Do you know Amy's smart phone password?" "Amy's smart phone password is 1 2 3 4, same as the day she got the phone." "Perfect Bill. Grab her phone tomorrow and put a piece of tape on the battery. She will think the battery needs recharging. Grab the SIM card and bring it to me." "What then?" I asked "We will make a plan when we find out more." Ileana closed her laptop. "God I hate fucking cheaters." She muttered. "I saw so many people over in the sandbox that got screwed over. Goddamn Dear John letters and emails were as common as mail call. Relationships from a year to decades got fucked over. So many guys got blindsided. I do not know who were worse, the bitches who abandoned their guys from ½ a world away, or the cunts that cleaned them out when they got off the homeward plane." Ileana got up, pulling me to my feet. "Now buck up, I'll give you my Psych notes. Come on we got three more classes today." Thinking Man’s Action 01 Feeling more like a dead man than a student, I let Ileana push me toward our next class. ++++++ When I came home from school, Amy's car was in the driveway. I walked in the door to hear her vacuuming upstairs. Seeing Amy's cellphone in the charger on the kitchen counter, I took the opportunity to unplug the charger, put a piece of tape over her battery contacts and grab her SIM card. I had just finished when the vacuuming stopped and I heard Amy call out. "Bill? Bill is that you? Are you OK?" "I'm in the kitchen Amy," I answered. "What are you doing home from work now?" Amy came flying down the stairs. "Bill, I left work early, I was so worried when you did not come home this morning, and then you were not answering my calls. I wanted to make sure you are OK." With that Amy put the back of her hand to my forehead. "You feel a little warm, are you running a fever?" "No, I am fine Amy. Just tired. I'm gonna grab a shower and go to bed." Amy gave me a little smile, than grabbed my crotch. "Want a little company in the shower? I missed you this morning." I was not in the mood. "Maybe later Amy after I wake up. Right now all I can think about is sleeping." Amy gave me a peck on the lips. "OK Bill, but you owe me." I had no reply as I headed toward the shower. +++++ That night at work Ileana showed up with a small guy with thick glasses. "You get her SIM card Bill?" Ileana asked. "Better, I got her whole cell phone. Amy thought something was wrong with the charger so she gave me the phone and charger." "Cool," Ileana said, handing over the phone to the guy with glasses. "This is my friend from 'over there'. He does stuff with electronics and computers." The guy with glasses just grinned as he put Amy's SIM card into some sort of reader, then attached a connector to Amy's cell phone. "Great, I am a level 6 cryptologist with a master's degree in electronic engineering and my own security software consulting business, and what respect do I get? 'He does stuff with electronics and computers'." "Blah, Blah, Blah," Ileana said. "Can you do this? Or you just bragging so I'll introduce you to that cute dancer at the university." "Done!" Glasses said, pulling out the SIM Card and disconnecting Amy's Cellphone. He then handed them over to me along with a USB stick. "Everything is on there you need to know, passwords, call logs, texts. If it was on the phone, you got it now." "Thanks" I said, escorting both Ileana and Glasses to the parking lot. I told my foreman I would be in the office doing paperwork and only to disturb me if it was critical. Steeling myself, I inserted the USB into my laptop and prepared for the worse. +++++ A few hours later I was drained. Every time I thought it could not get worse, it did. With the phone info, and username, password, I was able to log into the cheaters website as my wife, Amy, plus use her phone info to view all her text history. Not only was Amy having cybersex in chat rooms almost every night, but her texts had her meeting guys around town at least once a week. Amy's actions followed a set pattern; chat room conversations filled with overtones of role playing, BDSM, exhibitionism, and other actions she had always rebuffed me at. Then if her texts were any indication, she was carrying out sex acts with strangers at various encounters. Hell, Amy often hesitated at just giving me a blow job, yet she was sucking off guys under tables in the middle of restaurants and getting ass fucked in the back seats of cars in public parks. I do not know if it was any consolation, but it never seemed to be the same guy twice, although most of her fuck buddies flooded her text account begging for return get-togethers. Like a train wreck, I could not take my eyes away from the screen detailing Amy's actions. Only when one of my guys knocked on the door to let me know they were clocking out, did I see what time it was. Ileana was waiting for me outside the building to our first class. For the second time, I had skipped my breakfast with Amy. Ileana saw it in my eyes before I even said a word. "That BITCH!" she spat. "Well you know the layout now Bill. What are you gonna do?" I sat down on a bench. I felt weary, like I had run a marathon. "Oh Amy is gone, we are finished." I put my hands in my pockets. "I just feel so screwed. I really thought she loved me, we have been together forever. Going to live happily ever after with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids, plus the dog named Rover. Damn my whole relationship with Amy was all built on lies." Ileana swatted me on the shoulder as she said, "Hummm, a relationship built on lies? I thought that was the very definition of marriage?" I gave her a sour look before replying, "Right now, Amy and I don't have much, so it not like there is anything money wise to fight over. It just pisses me off that Amy is going to walk away from this scot free, while I get to be the cuckolded fool." "Bill, listen, Amy is gonna really regret her actions when she finds out you know." I looked at Ileana. "Sure, Amy may be upset she got caught. But so what? In a couple months or a yea,r Amy will get over it, latch onto some other sucker or one of her better fuck buddies. I'll still be the God Damn fool. Shit I wish there was some way to make her pay for it. You know pay for it but not go to jail." Ileana looked at me a second then said, "Let's mind fuck her." I was confused. "What the hell are you talking about 'Mind Fuck Her'?'' Ileana was almost giddy with glee. "Bill, you said you have been with Amy forever. What is she afraid of? Her deepest fears? Getting old? Ugly? Wrinkles?" I looked at Ileana and said one word. "Fat." "Fat?" Ileana repeated. "Yeah, fat," I echoed. "Amy's mother is over 300 pounds. She is nicest lady in the world, everyone loves her. Hell Amy's Mom is one of the things I am going to miss when we split." "Bill that is nothing," Ileana countered. "Every girl over the age of 12 thinks she is too fat." "No, you do not understand Ileana. All of Amy's aunts and relatives are north of 250 pounds. Amy was a chubby girl growing up. She got teased all through junior high and most of high school before she lost weight. Amy is deathly afraid she is fat, getting fat or going to be fat. It is like a phobia with her." Ileana had a gleam in her eye. "Bill let me think this over. That bitch Amy is NOT going to fuck over one of my friends without some payback." +++++ Two days later I was in the bedroom. I had just vacated the shower after returning home from my night shift and was getting reading to head to class. "Darn it!" I heard Amy exclaim from bathroom. A few seconds later, Amy walked out. ""Bill, can you check the scale. It says I gained four pounds. Darn thing must be broken." Now I knew the scale was working correctly, as I had adjusted the digital scale to be four pounds heavier before I left for work last night. "Amy the scale is fine," I lied, shouting to Amy as I stood on the scale. "In fact, I even lost a pound." As Amy reentered the bathroom, I quickly stepped off the scale as the readout returned to "0 0". "Bill, Do I look fat in this?" She asked, buttoning up her slacks. "What? You mean in this room?" I replied, squeezing by her. "That is not what I meant Bill, and you know it!" Amy snapped at my back. I gave no reply, so she tried a different tack. Standing in the bathroom door, Amy undid her bra. She knew I liked her beasts. "You don't think I am getting fat do you Bill?" Normally this was my cue to compliment her and get some sex in return. But not this time. I just shrugged after glancing up at her. "Amy, a few pounds just means there is more of you for me to hold." That was not the answer she was looking for. Amy hooked her bra closed, and stormed into the bathroom slamming the door. I grinned inside as I put on my shoes. "Let the Games begin" I thought to myself. ++++++ And so it went the rest of the first week, Amy fishing for compliments, while I deftly reflected them with replies that hinted she was looking heavier. The hassle of switching cartons, replacing her skim milk with heavy cream, low fat margarine with high calorie butter, etc. was a pain. But was worth it as the extra calories made her feel bloated. Amy complained about feeling slow, and lacking energy. I even started calling her "Butterball". It was a name Amy hated and loved. Her late father had given her the nickname as a small child, so it brought back good memories. However it also was what some teasing classmates had taunted Amy with, so it also tended to make her depressed. Meantime Ileana was monitoring Amy's cheating website account and her phone text messages via one of the two cloned phones of Amy's we had. After class mid-week Ileana gave me a rundown on Amy's activities. "She is still in the chat rooms every night, but not having as much fun as before." I gestured to Ileana with a "give it up" motion. "Well Bill, I have been deleting most of the request she gets, only letting thru the real wacko's and creeps. I also signed up as a male several times with different ISPs. I have been sending Amy requests about liking her 'size' and looking for 'extra-large ladies'." I shook my head. "You do play dirty Ileana." "No more dirty than what that cheater Amy is doing to you." Ileana huffed, as we headed off to class. ++++ That Friday night at work, I got a call from Ileana. "Bill just thought you would want to know your 'loving' wife arranged for a date tonight." "That little sneak!" I swore into the phone. "I want to ring her neck!" "No worries Bill, I took care of it. I sent one of the Drag Queens from the campus chapter of the Gay Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgendered society to meet Amy's 'Date'." I almost chocked as I laughed into the phone. "You sent a drag queen in place of Amy? That is fucking hilarious!" Ileana was laughing also. "Not just any drag queen either. A six foot, overweight, drag queen. I think he still had his five o'clock shadow when he showed up and claimed to be Amy." Tears were coming from my eyes as I tried to stifle my mirth. "Jesus Christ, how did Amy's 'date' react? The dumb bastard must have been in a state of shock." "You would think so," replied Ileana. "But that is where I think things kinda backfired. Amy's date ended up going home with the drag queen. He just texted me. Seems like they are both having a good time." "Well, at least someone is happy," I said. "My God, what kind of crazy kooks are on that website anyway." "That slut of yours Amy, for one," Ileana came back with. I winced. "Touché'. Speaking of the slut, what happened to Amy?" "Amy showed up fashionably late. But the two lovebirds had left by then. She hung around for about an hour, texting furiously, which I blocked. I guess Amy finally figured she been stood up and left." "Could not have happened to a better person," I said, than noticing one of my crew gesturing at me, I made my good byes and hung up. +++++ The second week, I was getting some sleep for the night shift, when I woke up with a naked Amy atop me. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was early evening, I had about two hours to go before I got up for my night shift. Amy and I had not had sex in over a week, the longest ever for us. She must have been extremely horny as Amy knew how little sleep I got. Amy was always so quiet and went out of her way to make sure nothing disturbed my slumber. "I am sorry to wake you Bill," Amy said in between kisses, as she lay on my chest. "It's just I have missed you and I being together so much." With that she reached down for me. "Um Amy," I said. "Can we try another position? You are crushing me a little bit, making it hard to breathe." Amy froze in her position astraddle me, her face became a red mask of fury. She rolled off me, jumping off the bed. "Use your own God Damn hand!" Amy said stomping off. "Fuck you!" "Apparently not." I thought as I rolled over and tried to get in a few more hours of sleep. +++++ Later that same week, Ileana showed up at my door with a tiny, much older lady, who was wearing a vest full of pins and sewing needles, plus scissors, and a tape measure. A pair of reading glasses was perched atop her sharp nose. Ileana bustled right past me with the women into the house. "Bill, this is my friend," Ileana began pointing at the older lady. "She is a senior seamstress for the University Theatre. She has agreed to help us." Ileana turned toward the lady. "Their clothes are in the bedroom closet, first room down the hall to your right." Once the older woman was past us, and out of earshot, Ileana said to me, "Her only son committed suicide after his wife cheated on him, than left him with nothing in the divorce." I was still confused. "What does that have to do with..." Ileana just waved at me as she walked toward the bedroom. I was astonished when we entered my doorway. Amy's clothes were spread out on the bed. In a speed I did not think possible from a human, the older lady was snipping, cutting and sewing. She was whipping different types of threads and materials around in a blur. We watched for a while, than Ileana explained what was going on. "On some of your wife's clothes, she is just snipping a few threads off the buttons. They will pop off about halfway through the day. Other buttons she is moving in, to make it seem like the outfit is fitting tighter. On clothes with only zippers she is tightening up the darts to make the fit smaller." "Will this work?" I questioned, while the human sewing machine worked at a blurring pace. Ileana just smiled at me. ++++ The next day, Amy woke me up as soon as she got home. She was in tears. "Bill, it was awful! Just awful!" Amy said, burying her head in my shoulder. "I was at a floor meeting in the bakery. Everyone was there. It was my turn to speak, and when I stepped up with the new procedure, my buttons popped off my slacks, and three off my blouse. Everyone started laughing, some of the stupid men started making oinking sounds." Amy wiped her eyes. "The supervisor said I should stop eating all the companies' profits. It was awful." I patted Amy on the shoulder. "Now Amy, I am sure he was just making a joke. Why do you not just wear something else? You have a closet full of clothes." This made Amy wail more. "I am too fat for my clothes, nothing fits anymore." "So what Amy, just go pick out a new wardrobe." This again was not the answer Amy wanted to hear. She pushed away from me and once more stomped out of the room. +++++ Was I being an ass? Did I mention Amy was still going into the chat rooms, or had thrice more set up dates during this time? Fortunately for me, Amy's dates had all been thwarted by the appearance of Ileana's drag queen friends from the University GLBT group. Unlike the first time, all of Amy's other dates had run like hell when the drag queens showed up and introduced themselves as Amy. Some of the men left skid marks. The kicker came around the end of the third week on Thursday. Ileana introduced me to a guy. He was stunningly handsome. I mean movie star good looking. Over six foot tall, blond hair, perfect white teeth, with a square jaw and a broad shouldered physique you knew contained a set of six pack abs. Damn guy should have been on posters in men's clothing stores for active wear. As we shook hands, Ileana made the introductions. "He is from the University Acting troupe, he is going to be Amy's date tonight." I pulled my hand away from his and stared at Ileana. "Don't worry Bill" Ileana said swatting my shoulder. "He is also VP of the Gay Lesbian Bisexual Transgendered group." I gave a sigh of relief. "Thank God," I said as I looked up at this 6 foot plus Nordic 'God'. "Hell, if I were not straight, I'd sleep with him." The 'God' gave me a smile, then in a deep baritone husky voice that probably got every heterosexual females panties moist, he declared, "Sorry I do not sleep with married guys." Ileana laughed at both of us. "OK, break up this love feast. Bill, I sent Amy his head shots to lure her in. I have also been chatting on line with Amy the past few days as him." Ileana jerked her thumb toward the 'God'. "They are going to meet tonight, I'll send you the audio file." ++++ The audio file from that night was brutal. Amy kept trying to get him out into the parking lot, men's restroom, coat closet, anywhere for sex, offering him every hole she had. The 'God' kept telling Amy he was not into 'big' women. I was embarrassed for Amy, as she protested she was not overweight. She was begging him to let her suck him off under the table right there to see what he would be missing. It climaxed with 'the God' telling Amy he was not a 'chubby chaser'. However, if she ever dropped some pounds to give him a call, and she might want to start now by not putting so much cream in her coffee and laying off the bread sticks. The audio file ended with a sobbing Amy rushing from the table. I listened to the audio twice before a problem at one of the loading bays took up the rest of the shift. +++++ It was Friday afternoon at the library before I got a chance to talk with Ileana. "How was Amy this morning?" Ileana asked as we sat in a study room. "She looked awful," I replied. "Amy's eyes were all red, like she had been crying all night. She wanted us to go to her mother's this weekend, but we have that Psych field trip at the zoo tomorrow. It pisses me off because I think she is just going up to her Moms to find a new group of playmates to fuck." Ileana pulled out her clone of Amy's phone. "I don't think so Bill. I was going over Amy's calls and texts waiting for you. They are all to her Mom's number. Judging from the texts, her Mom has a whole weekend lined up of baking and shopping. Real Mother-Daughter bonding time." I gave a derisive snort of disbelief. Ileana shook her head. "Amy is licking her wounds after last night. We all want to go home to 'Mommy' when things get tough." I waved my hand. "Okay, let's forget about her and get some ideas on this English comp paper. What is the topic we were given to dissect again?" Ileana looked down at her smart phone and started writing on the white board. "It is define and dissect this phrase with examples and content. 'Act like a Man of Thinking. Think like a Man of Action.'" "That's easy," I snorted. "It means don't do squat." Ileana turned toward me. "OK Yoda, defend your statement." "Listen Ileana, thinking men don't do shit. So if you 'Act like a man of Thinking', you will be frozen in place. On the other side, if you 'Think like a man of Action', you will be doing just that, thinking and doing less than squat. Ergo the statement means, do not do anything." "Bill, you could not be more wrong. How on earth do you keep walking around and not bump into walls with your head so far up your ass," Ileana said. "The term 'Think like a Man of Action' requires a plan that is real world, not some pie in the sky bullshit. The second part 'Act like a Man of Thinking', means not going in guns blazing without a plan. A correlation can be made with the old saying 'If you fail to plan, you plan to fail." I shook my head and disagreed, so we spent better part of an hour arguing and going back and forth. Finally Ileana said, "I need a smoke, let's go outside." "You can't smoke on campus," I stated, following Ileana to a fire door exit in the back of the library. "I survived a motor round attack. I don't think a cigarette is going to kill me. Come on I know this fire door alarm doesn't work, sensors been shot since the beginning of last semester." ++++ Exiting the fire door, we were standing outside the back of the library. Walking, we were sandwiched between a dumpster for cardboard and the huge noisy air handlers. Ileana dug into the massive purse that all women carry, rooting around for her pack of cigarettes. Lighting up, she turned to me as I pantomimed exaggerated motions of waving the smoke away and coughing. Thinking Man’s Action 01 Ileana made a face. "Oh get a life Bill. This is one of the few places on campus that does not have security cameras." I rolled my eyes before replying. "You do know the whole university is a smoke free zone." Ileana took a big drag than answered. "What are you gonna do Bill? Report me to the campus tobacco Nazis for giving cancer to trees?" I was forming my snappy comeback, when suddenly I was startled as "Letterboy" appeared from behind the dumpster, holding a baseball bat over his shoulder. "Well, if it isn't Lesbo and KY Jelly." Letterboy said swinging the bat in an easy arc. "The Butt Buddy and his Dildo." Ileana dropped her cigarette to the ground before stepping on the burning butt with her shoe. "Back off dumbshit," she said, hitching her purse up onto her shoulder. "Otherwise, I'm gonna stick that thing up your ass and turn you into a Popsicle." Letterboy was unfazed as he said, "Where are your rainbow army playmates now Dyke?" He pointed the bat at us. "I have been waiting for this opportunity to get you freaks alone for over a year." Letterboy then took a step forward, crouching into a coiled batting stance, getting ready to swing. Reaching back into my years of playground altercations, I pointed behind Letterboy and yelled. "Look over there!" I started waving my hands over my head while wildly shouting, "Over Here! Over Here! HELP HELP!" Just like the bullies when I was back in grade school, I saw the hesitation in Letterboy's eyes, he turned his head around to see who I was pointing and waving at. Of course, there was nothing or nobody there. Normally, back on the playground, this would have been the moment at which I would have run away. The vacillation giving me a head start that always allowed me to reach the safety of the nearest schoolyard monitor. However this time running away was not a good option. So instead I let out a primal scream, launching myself at Letterboy, and yelling, "RUN ILEANA! RUN!" Using all the vast fighting experience I had gained watching hours of "Big Time Wrestling" as a kid, I latched onto Letterboy's back, wrapping my hands around his head, my forearms covering his eyes and locking my legs around Letterboy's chest. I was sure this modified "sleeper hold" would have Letterboy unconscious and out like a dead light bulb in mere seconds. Now what they do not tell you as a kid when you are watching "Big Time Wrestling", and this is so important I feel it should be in bold letters before each match, is this; If your opponent has over fifty pounds of muscle and eight inches on you, that after a few moments of surprise, he can easily pull you off his back, and fling you to the ground with minimal effort. I was lying on the ground with the wind knocked out of me, when I saw Letterboy standing over me with the baseball club raised over his head like Conan the Barbarian. My muscles refused to respond as I was trying to roll away from the coming blow. Just before the air handler kicked on, obscuring all other sounds, I heard gunshots ring out. Abruptly, Letterboy fell to the ground clutching his thigh. I looked up to see Ileana in a combat stance with an automatic handgun in her grasp. The pistol slide was locked in the open position. She started shaking the firearm, grabbing the slide with her left hand. The air handler wound down and I heard Letterboy moaning and Ileana shouting, "GODAMN Motherfucking Wop nine! I can't believe this prick jammed on me!" I rolled over getting onto my hands and knees before saying. "Ileana! What the fuck did you do?" Letterboy looked up and yelled "THAT BITCH SHOT ME!" Ileana stopped trying to clear the jammed pistol, and walked toward Letterboy and myself. "No Shit Sherlock, I capped your ass. What kind of dumb ass moron brings a baseball bat to a gunfight?" She shook the automatic in his face. "You're lucky this piece of shit jammed. I was aiming for your balls, and should've had a dozen more chances to hit my target." Letterboy looked up. "You cunt! How the fuck am I going to play ball now!" Ileana tapped the leg Letterboy was holding onto with her foot. "Jesus Christ you big sissy, you want some cheese to go with that whine? Damn round didn't even hit bone. Looks like a through and through. See that scratch has stopped bleeding already." Letterboy took his hands away from his leg, and saw the blood stain on his pant leg was indeed not growing. This gave me an idea. Shuffling over to Letterboy, I commanded, "Give me your wallet." He looked astonished. "You going to rob me? First you shoot me, and now you're going to ROB me!" "No I am going to save your dumb ass." I said. "If we report this little incident, the least of your worries will be losing your scholarship and getting expelled. You should be more concerned about assault charges and prison time. A nice young white boy like you will make some cellmate a great wife. Let you learn the true meaning of 'Butt Buddy'." Letterboy pulled out his wallet and threw it to me. "No Dude, NO. Take my wallet, I won't say shit. Really man, let's just forget everything." I handed the wallet to Ileana, and took away her gun. "Not so simple Pal. You gotta go to the hospital and get that wound looked out so it does not get infected. Hospitals are required to report all gunshots to the police." Letterboy started whining. "Oh Dude! I am so screwed!" I tapped his face. "Not if you pay attention and do what I say." I kneeled down in front of Letterboy. "You are going to wait 20 minutes, then dial 911. When the cops show up, you are going to say you were taking a shortcut out of the Library back to the baseball field and got jumped by three guys. Being the tough man you are, you were not going to hand over your money without a fight. In the struggle you got shot." A visible sign of relief came over Letterboy's face. "Yeah, yeah, that'll work. Thanks man! I won't forget this!" I got up. "You should forget this, but I'm sure you'll be a big hero," I said dryly. "Now wait twenty minutes. Got it?" Letterboy just nodded. I saw Ileana had a puzzled look on her face as I grabbed her arm and pulled her away toward the parking lot and my car. +++++ We were driving toward my place. Ileana was furious when I broke the pistol into its smallest components before tossing the pieces in various dumpsters and ponds. Also ramming a rat tail file, from the cars tool kit, down the barrel to scar up the rifling, than marking up the firing pin to eliminate any possibility of ID from the round or shell casing. I threw the cash from the wallet out the window and tossed the wallet with its credit cards in an alley homeless guys were known to frequent at night. I would not let Ileana speak on the trip, so she was livid when we finally got into my house. "What the fuck was that all about?" Ileana yelled. She was all up in my face. "Why are you doing any favors for that high school butt plug? The prick attacked us! Clear fucking self-defense! Jack off should be in lock-up, having his asshole stretched and getting facials." I gently pushed Ileana away. "Ileana, remember why you told me you came to this state after getting out of the service and physical rehab?" Ileana was taken aback by my question. "Sure Bill, because this is one of the few states that allow gay marriage. Where I came from, you can legally fuck a horse, but it against the law to even sleep in a bed with someone of the same sex." She pointed her finger at me. "But don't change the damn subject. I want to know..." "Ileana," I interrupted her. "Those liberal politicians you love so much, which gave you same sex marriage laws, also have some odd views on self-defense." Ileana gave me a questioning look, so I continued. "In this state, you cannot just use force to defend yourself. You must make all attempts to exit the situation before using any type of violence, including mace, or other self-defense paraphernalia, and certainly not a gun. This is one of the few places that if a bad guy breaks into your home, YOU must flee the premises." "Bill, that is fucking NUTS!" I just shrugged. "Did you have a permit or registration for the gun? Or a license to carry that cannon around" Ileana shook her head. "I tried. Got rejected twice. They did not even read my application. Just said I had no valid reason." I nodded. "So Ileana you were carrying around an unlicensed, illegal firearm." "But Bill..." I held up my hand to stop her. "Listen, you never tried to flee the situation, were carrying an illegal, unlicensed firearm around, and shot a guy without giving him any warning. He only had a baseball bat. You would have been looking at getting a bigger sentence then him." I shook my head. "Even if the DA decided to not charge you, the school has a zero tolerance about firearms on campus. You would be automatically expelled, plus forfeit your government aid, and any other student assistance." "I can't believe this!" Ileana said, throwing up her hands. "Are you sure about this shit?" I just grinned. "My late parents were two hippie, dippy, turn the other cheek, Gandhi, pacifist, violence never solved anything type of people. Plus, they were both community action attorneys who helped write the state's laws on this issue. Hell, we never had any money because they were always fighting windmills, or at a protest somewhere trying to save the world." "So what do we do now Bill?" I pushed Ileana toward the bedroom. "You are going to take a shower to get any gunpowder residue off you. Than I am going to wash your clothes with ammonia to also get rid of any residue." Ileana did not even blush as she stripped. Ileana was tall but had the build of a twelve year old boy. The only difference being the artificial leg. I do have to admit the prosthesis was interesting. Suddenly, I felt ashamed of myself for the little pity party I have been having concerning Amy and I's tribulations. Here Ileana had endured much more trauma, comparing our two circumstances was like the difference between an insect bite and...well an amputation. Yet it was Ileana who was helping me, I was supposed to be a grown man, not the world's biggest crybaby. She had been right in her assessment of the phrase 'Think like a Man of Action, Act like a Man of Thinking.' I was thinking like a crybaby and acting like a spoiled child, not a man. "Bill, are you staring at my ass?" Ileana words brought me out of my thoughts. "Umm... ah... no Ileana. I was looking at your leg." She tapped the leg with her finger. "Yeah it is a pretty impressive piece of hardware. Microprocessor controlled, gyro stabilized, with pressurized sensor feedback, and a rechargeable long life battery. I am glad the government picked up the tab. This bad boy cost more than a new Lexus." "They gave you a choice? I mean a Lexus has great resale numbers, and top value when you trade it in," I said. "That must have been a tough call to make." Ileana chuckled as she took off her shirt while walking. "You sure this is not just a ploy to get me naked?" "Yes Ileana, I arranged for my wife to have affairs, and convinced an overgrown adolescent to attack us, knowing you would shoot him with an illegal firearm. All so I could see you naked. Because God knows, only half of the world's population has the same equipment as you, which I have seen almost every day on another female for the past decade." Ileana gave a laugh as she reached the bathroom door, stopping to hand me her socks. Than Ileana turned to me. "Bill, that was pretty ballsy of you jumping on that guy like that. Really, really, stupid, but still ballsy. What would you have done if I had not had the gun?" I had my arms full of her clothes, so I said, "Actually Ileana my first choice was running away." Ileana gave me an odd look. "You are not exactly the athletic type. You think you could have outrun him?" As I headed to the laundry room, it was my turn to laugh. "I did not need to outrun him Ileana. I just had to outrun you." ++++++ The next morning, I met Ileana at the monkey house of the zoo. After the adrenaline rush of yesterday I was so wiped out that I had called in sick to work for the first time ever. Today, Ileana and I had our "field experiment" for Psych class. It was "Observation on how stimulus effects the interactions of parental node in an outside environment." We were going to stare at families with small children from close by, and see how the parents reacted. I thought it was creepy to act like some perv, but it was all in the name of science. Ileana, who was holding the small video camera, turned to me after an hour at the monkey house. "Bill this is not working. Sure, there are lots of families with small kids around, but so are tons of other people. It is too crowded and noisy in here, we are just another couple of faces." I agreed, so we wandered around the zoo until we found the perfect venue. It was the African Painted dog's exhibit. Also known as the cape hunting dogs. The zoo had almost two dozen of these animals that looked like your average mutt that stood about 3 feet tall with multicolored spotted coats. There was always a small group of young children gathered to watch the antics of the dogs from a wide bridge about 10 feet above the enclosure. As these multicolored African Painted dogs acted like a bunch of playful puppies, I guess it reminded the small children of their own pets as they pointed and clapped with glee. So we started our "Experiment". After a while, both Ileana and I knew what to expect when we got close to the families and stared at the children. The reactions fell straight down gender lines. If Ileana did the staring, both mother and father would smile back, displaying their kids like proud parents. When I did the staring, mothers hurriedly corralled their children protectively and hustled them away. All the fathers puffed up like peacocks, most standing defensively in front of their clan. More than a few challenged me aggressively with statements that basically all said "What the FUCK are you looking at dickhead." Fortunately, Ileana came to my aid, and was able to explain and calm down the more hostile men. After a few hours, we were taking a break eating some snacks from the concession stand while watching the African Painted dog's antics. "Ileana, I'm done," I said, throwing the wrappings into the wire trash container next to us. Ileana glanced at her watch. "We still have a few hours left. I think we need at least a dozen more observations to get a good sampling for our presentations." "No Ileana, I mean I am done with this Amy thing. Remember the topic we have for that English Comp paper." "Sure." Ileana replied. "Think like a man of Action. Act like a man of thinking." "Yeah, well, you were right, and I have been doing the opposite of 'Think Like a Man of Action, Act like a Man of Thinking'. I've been wasting all my time thinking about actions against Amy. It is a waste of both our actions and thinking." I looked at Ileana. "I am sorry I got you involved, but now I can see I need to move on with my life. Think about what actions can give me what I want. Ileana tossed her juice box into the trash can before replying. "No worries Bill, it is your call. A bit of a shame though, I had some real hurt lined up for your wife Amy." I shook my head. "Remind me never to cross you or any of your friends. So thanks, but you can save your evil plans for world domination." "That is next semester Bill," Ileana said with a smile before turning serious. "What do you want? What are you going to do?" I swept my arms toward the nearby small crowd of parents with their children. "That is what I want. A normal family, wife, kids, grandparents, the whole works." Ileana followed my hand to a young mother about our age, with an older woman, probably the grandmother, trying to hoist up a wriggling toddler up to get a better view of the African Painted dogs. "Better be careful," Ileana muttered toward the mom/grandparent/child. "Damn kid is going to fall down and get hurt." Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, the toddler grabbed onto railing ledge. He pushed himself out of his mother's grasp and pulled himself over the edge. I watched in horror as the child fell down over ten feet into the pit with the wild dogs. The mother started screaming. Both Ileana and I, along with everyone else, ran to the edge of the railing to see the boy lying in the dirt ten feet below us. The toddler sat up and started crying. The wild dogs originally startled by the boys fall, were now regrouping in a pack. People started dialing on their cell phones, while others ran off to find a zoo employee. "Them damn dogs are going to tear that kid apart!" a man next to me said, covering his daughter's eyes. Ileana started to reach into her purse, than she turned on me. "Goddam it Bill! Now I need that Fucking GUN!" The dogs were snarling and started advancing on the child, who was standing up with his back to the dogs, reaching up toward the railing and wailing pitifully. I grabbed the mesh metal trash can and threw it over the railing, aiming for the lead dog. The trash can missed the animals, smashing down in-between the crying toddler and pack. This scattered the dogs for a minute, but they regrouped, beginning their snarling advance on the little boy again. "Where the hell are the damn zoo people?" Ileana spat, spinning around and looking past the bridge. The lead dog was a mere few feet away from the boy now. "FUCK IT," I thought, hoisting myself onto the railing edge. Ileana grabbed my pant leg. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR ARE DOING!" I shook off her grip. "No time to think Ileana. Time for Action." That said, I vaulting over the railing. Ileana was swearing like a Drill Sargent as I fell toward the sound of a child's scream and snarling dogs. ++++++ Thinking Man’s Action 02 Great Thanks to the always awesome mikothebaby for her editing magic, and patience with grammar, spelling and punctuation. Her valiant attempts to make my stories readable are much appreciated. As Always, any and all errors are mine, and mine alone. ++++ From Thinking of Action Part 1 ++++++ The dogs were now snarling and started advancing on the child who was standing up with his back to the dogs, reaching up toward the railing and wailing pitifully. I grabbed the mesh metal trash can and threw it over the railing, aiming for the lead dog. The trash can missed the animals, smashing down in-between the crying toddler and the pack. This scattered the dogs for a minute, but they regrouped, beginning their snarling advance on the little boy again. "Where the hell are the damn zoo people?" Ileana spat, spinning around and looking past the bridge. The lead dog was mere feet away from the boy now. "FUCK IT" I thought, hoisting myself onto the railing edge. Ileana grabbed my pant leg. "What THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR ARE DOING?" I shook off her grip. "No time to think Ileana. Time for Action." With that, I vaulted over the railing. Ileana was swearing like a Drill Sargent as I fell toward the sound of a child's scream and snarling dogs. ++++ When I was little, my Mom, in her mantra of no violent movies, rented us the VHS tape of Mary Poppins to watch. While my brother and I did not enjoy the song and dance numbers, we were enthralled with how Mary Poppins was able to float from the sky just using her umbrella. The next day my brother and I stole my Dad's best umbrellas and climbed out the attic window of our two story home, onto the roof of the house. We both jumped at the same time. As you can guess, we did not float gently to earth like the Julie Andrews character. Dad's umbrellas promptly turned inside out, leaving us as aerodynamic as dropped anvils in a Road Runner cartoon. My brother got the worst of it breaking his leg. I felt like my legs were broken, and was limping around on badly twisted ankles for weeks. When I landed in the African Painted Dog exhibit, that was exactly what it felt like. As not only did I drop over 10 feet onto the only non-grassy area in the whole place, but as I fell forward onto my hands and knees, I came face to muzzle with the lead dog. We stared at each other for fraction of a second before he lunged forward, snapping at my face. I whipped my head sideways, and he only caught a piece of my ear. I pushed back onto my haunches, crossing my arms in front of my face to protect from another bite. I heard a sharp yelp from the lead dog, and saw it back away. Suddenly, a sneaker struck the lead dog in his haunches, extracting another cry while backing him off some more. I looked up to see Ileana now heave her purse with both hands at the dog closest to me. "BACK OFF YOU MUTTS!" she screamed, shaking her fist. Turning to the crowd, Ileana yelled. "Come on you Assholes! Give him some cover!" A moment later the air was filled with an aerial bombardment of shoes, juice boxes, and baby bottles. I even saw a couple of cell phones and a stroller come crashing down as the crowd took Ileana's cue. The dog pack scattered under the assault. This gave me a chance to get to my feet and reach the crying toddler. The pain in my ankle slowed me down as I scooped up the kid into my arms, and made for what looked like a door. The terrified child promptly bit me twice, as I tried to make my way past the spotted canines. Unfortunately, the crowd ran out of things to throw and dogs began circling me like...well like a pack of wild dogs. African Painted dogs, commonly take down large animals on the sub Saharan plains. Thus they evaded my kicks easily, and were taking bigger and bigger chunks out of me, one even jumping up to latch onto my collar ripping my shirt in half. I was spinning around, and managed to protect the screaming toddler from getting bit, while not letting any of the dogs latch onto me too deeply. "I'd give my left leg for a big stick!" I thought, kicking wildly at the snapping horde. Then like a prayer answered from heaven, a big stick dropped right in front of me. Well not a big stick exactly, but close enough. It was a leg; Ileana's left leg to be precise. She had unstrapped her prosthesis and thrown it down to me to us as a weapon. I shifted the child to my left arm, who promptly bit me again, and grabbed Ileana's fake leg off the ground. Both swinging and stabbing away with my new "stick", I was able to clear a path and make headway toward a door I hoped would get us out of this dog pound. After a few hits, the dogs were staying out of the range of the Ileana limb, only getting in a quick nibble off me. Using my new earned "legroom" I fought my way to the door, and pulled on the handle. Naturally it was locked. "Where the hell are the zoo people?" I shouted up to the crowd. I felt my strength waning. "OPEN the FUCKING DOOR!" I yelled, feeling weak, as holding up the kid and keeping the dogs at bay was becoming impossible. Backing away from yet another snarling set of fangs, I almost tripped over the mesh metal trash can laying on its side. I tried to keep the trash can between me and the dogs, but the mutts were everywhere. "I need a flamethrower," I thought glancing up, but this time no flamethrower dropped from the heavens. Then it hit me "Flamethower..flames..fire..fire extinguisher! Where is the fire extinguisher!" I quickly looked around and saw the regulation fire extinguisher by the door, but not before one of the pack gave me a gouge for my inattention. Stooping low, I heaved Ileana's leg like a big throwing star at the nearest group of canines, this backed them up, giving me enough time to set the toddler on the ground and slam the metal mesh trash can upside-down over him. This encased the boy in a small metal enclosure. In one step, I yanked the fire extinguisher from the wall, and pulled the pin. I felt multiple sets of sharp teeth sink into my back, and stumbled to the ground. I tried to roll over while squeezing the two handles together. "Come on Fido! Let's PARTY!" I yelled, turning the nozzle on them and unleashing the spray. Luckily the fire extinguisher was the kind that gave out the big white cloud. The pack scattered in all directions, running away as fast as politicians from election day promises. Rolling over, I crawled in front of the metal trash can protecting the kid. No longer able to stand, I pulled myself to a sitting position with my back against the trashcan, guarding the screaming child. I pointed the fire extinguisher nozzle outward. I must have had a cut on my forehead, because my vision was blurring with sweat or blood. Spraying the extinguisher in small spurts, in random directions, I muttered. "Come on Rover! Don't wanna play fetch anymore?" Suddenly the door behind me burst open, it seemed like a million people dressed in padded suits just appeared around me like magic. Some were dragging firehouses and spraying them all around like water cannons. Last thing I remember was one of the clowns in a padded suit stepping on my foot. "Act like a man of thinking, think like a man of action...you...Dumbass." I pondered before passing out. ++++++ I awoke in a hospital bed, and started coughing. Ileana was sitting in a chair with a laptop. She put the laptop down, than gripped the chair sides to push herself up. It was the first time I had seen Ileana with only one leg. She hopped over to the dresser, pouring me a glass of water. As I drank, Ileana spoke. "You look like shit. How do you feel?" "I feel like shit...dog shit." I replied. "How is the kid?" Ileana shrugged. "He is fine, but really shook up. I gotta call his folks, they have been coming by here every thirty minutes. They made me promise to let them know when you are awake." She started punching buttons on her smart phone, and then put it to her ear. "Hello? Yes it's me Ileana. I wanted to let you know the Dumb Ass Dog Whisper is awake." There was a pause. "Okay, No problem." Ileana dropped the phone in her pocket before turning to me. "I have to tell you Bill, that was without a doubt, the single, most monumental, unbelievable, major league, spectacular act of stupidity I have ever seen. Who did you think you were? Dr. God Damn Doolittle? Going to talk to the fucking animals?" She was talking tough, but I felt she was just letting off steam from the tension. Ileana ran a hand through her fiery mane. "You were so bloody when they put you in the ambulance, I thought for sure you were dead." I tried to give her my best grin. "Maybe I was dead. I just got better." I saw her softening. "Besides Ileana when I die, I want to go like my Grandfather did. Peacefully in his sleep. Not screaming like the passengers in his car." Ileana stared back at me trying to keep a straight face. "I bet you wish you hadn't thrown away my gun now Bill? I could have done a hell of a lot more than just throw shoes at those pups." I sat up in bed, and gave her a smile. "Hell Ileana, you with a gun scares me more than those damn dogs. You forget, I have seen you in action, you probably would have shot both me and the kid." I made a pretend pistol with my fingers. "Now if it had been 'Dead Eye Jane' and her hand on the trigger, it would be a different story." Ileana gave an exaggerated look of shock. "I knew it! You're lusting after that little one eyed blond pixie bimbo." I tried to shrug. "Yeah, me and every other straight male on campus." Ileana smiled at me, so I knew we were alright. "Don't forget the 'not' straight women either. Sadly I know Jane likes to play only with your team. Pity, such a waste." I tried to wave Ileana off, but she would not let the 'Jane' comment go. "Hell I never saw that coming." Ileana paused. "Of course, maybe Jane didn't either...at least from her left side. But hey you might have a chance. You're a big shot hero now, made all the Sunday papers." She hopped over to grab her laptop off the dresser." "Sunday? Its Sunday Ileana? How long have I been here? Anyone contacted Amy?" Ileana dropped her laptop on the bed. "It is Sunday afternoon. You have been here since they wheeled you in Saturday. The Docs pumped you full of plasma, gave you a bunch of stitches, plus have you on some wide spectrum antibiotics to prevent the bite infections you picked up from spreading." "Damn dogs." I muttered. Ileana started laughing. "The dog bites were not a problem. The Painted African Dogs are one of the zoos big attractions. They have better medical care than you or me. Every one of those pups was up to date on their shots and healthier then both of us. It was the toddler bites that caused the infection. Didn't you ever take any first aid courses as a Boy Scout? Human bites are almost always more dangerous than dog bites." I rolled my eyes. "My parents wouldn't let us join scouting when I was a kid. They thought it was too paramilitary." I tried to sit up more, but a host of tubes were in both my arms. "I can't blame the little tyke. I was scared shitless, he must have been terrified. Besides no good deed goes unpunished. Speaking of no good deed, anyone get a hold of Amy? Tell her what happened, where I am?" Ileana made a face. "I gave the hospital staff her contact info. They have been unable to get ahold of her yet, but left lots of messages. Your phone got smashed when you landed in your little paratrooper imitation, so I don't know if she has called you. But let's talk about better things." With that Ileana turned around her laptop screen to face me. It was a news website that had a picture of me on all fours, face to fang with a snarling Painted African Dog. It must have been when I first landed in the pit. The caption read KIDDIE PIT BULL FIGHT AT ZOO. I waved my hand. "And this is what is putting newspapers out of business?" Ileana logged onto another website, this one had me with the boy in my arms being chased by the pack. Accompanying caption. 'DOG-GONE! MAN FLEES TO SAVE CHILD' it read. "Please stop Ileana, stop." I groaned. She kept typing. "Just one more. This is my favorite." This news site had me holding the frightened child in one arm, shirt ripped with blood running down my chest and a cut on my face. I was holding some of the dogs at bay with Ileana's fake leg thrust out like a fencing foil. Below in bold letters it exclaimed 'MAN DE-FEETS CANNINES IN DOG FIGHT!' "Please no more!" I begged, as Ileana continued pecking on her laptop. I was rescued by a knock at the door. A well-dressed guy about my age, with an older distinguished gentleman walked into the room. If I had to guess, they were the little boy's father and grandfather. 'Dad' rushed over to my bed. "Sir..." he started. "Please call me Bill." I interrupted. The young 'Dad' looked back at 'Grandpa' before continuing. "OK..Bill. I don't know what to say. What you did for my boy is beyond words. You ever, and I mean EVER need anything, and I do mean ANYTHING -from a kidney, to a ride to the airport. We are you first, last and only call. You always have a place at our dinner table." He tried to shake my hands but the maze of tubes made it difficult. 'Grandpa' stepped forward and squeezed my shoulder. Addressing his son, he said. "We are forever in this man's debt for what he did for my grandson. I think Bill's actions deserve more than a free meal at Christmas and some savings on cab fare." Turning toward me, "Son...I mean Bill, what do you do?" I gave them the short version of my school and work, the plans, etc. Leaving out Amy and I's difficulties. Grandpa listened intently, when I was finished, he rubbed his chin for a second. "I know of your bakery Bill. It is a fine organization, and they will be fortunate to have a man like you in management." He pulled out a business card from a suit coat pocket, and laid it on the dresser next to me. "However Bill, if you ever change your mind, please give me a call. " He tapped the business card lying on the dresser. "There is always room in the firm for a few good men who know how to think AND act. My door is always open to you." With that 'Grandpa' spread his hands wide. "We will leave you now to get some rest. I apologize for the absence of my wife and daughter. My wife refuses to leave my grandson, our only grandchild's bedside. My daughter is also resting. She blames herself for what happened and the Doctors had to give her something to help her rest. I hope you will accept an invitation that allows us to express our thanks in a more comfortable setting in the near future." "I look forward to it." I said. With that, they left the room. Ileana shook her head. "Okay Bill, I'm gonna bail. The hospital lent me some crutches, but I forgot how much energy these things take out of you. I will see you tomorrow. Oh an FYI, you owe me a pair of shoes." "You mean one shoe." I said as Ileana gave me the finger. I lay back in my bed and smiled, the pain meds did their work and Ileana tromped out of the room. +++++ Monday morning was uneventful. I wanted to leave and felt fine. Of course, the morphine drip may have accounted for a good portion of my well-being. Somewhere in my haze, I was worried where Amy was. My boss, the owner had called earlier. He had seen news coverage and video off of someone's cell phone. He told me he was proud of me and take all the time I need. Ileana tromped in on her crutches at about 10am, after the first class. As she sat down I asked her. "Ileana, can you do me a favor and go see if you can find Amy?" "Jesus Christ." Ileana groaned. "It isn't enough I give you the shoes off my feet and my damn leg. Now you want me to fetch your women for you too?" Speak of the devil and she does appear. Just then Amy blew into the room, still in her bakery work clothes. She launched herself at me on the bed, grabbing me in a bear hug. "Oh My God Bill, I am so sorry! How are you?" She pulled back to inspect me, then hugged me again. "This is so terrible, I just found out from our boss about what happened. Oh my God, I was horrified to find out that way. I came right from work, didn't even change." I gave Amy a strange look. "Didn't you get any of the calls or messages from the hospital?" Amy stood up straight, her face got flushed with anger. "NO, the damn fools at the hospital had the wrong last digit on both our home and cell phone numbers!" "That is odd," I thought as Amy rattled on about how she and her Mom had baked a couple of the favorite pies I liked. Her coming home late Sunday from her Moms. Thinking I was at work, and this morning believing I had gone straight to class again. "My GOD Bill." Amy said. "I called your cell like a hundred times, and left you dozens of texts." I glanced over at Ileana. Ileana suddenly looked up at the ceiling, now I knew who had given the wrong phone number to the hospital staff. Amy looked over at Ileana. She gave Ileana one of those fake smiles that females give each other when they wish the other would die from an STD. "Ileana, thank you so much for coming to visit with Bill. No need to stay anymore. I am sure you have lots of places to be." Ileana just waved her hand. "Class is out now. So no problem. I can hang out with Bill for a while." Ileana and Amy locked eyes, than a knock at the door broke the stare-down. An older man in a rumpled suit walked into the room. He had "Law Enforcement" written all over him. After introducing himself as a Metro Detective while doing the ID badge flip, he started talking. "So sorry to interrupt your recovery. I must tell you it was a real John Wayne-Rambo move you pulled with the kid at the zoo." The detective paused for a moment, and then pointed at Ileana. "But having both of you here saves me a trip. I am looking into a robbery-shooting that happened behind the University Library on Friday." The Detective pulled out a notebook and pen from his suit coat pocket. We caught a view of a pistol in his shoulder holster. "The ID check in system at the University has you both at the library around the time of the incident. Unfortunately, the system does not log when students depart the library. Can you tell me about what time you two left the library? Do you recall seeing anything out of the ordinary? Hear anything?" My mind was racing, but the painkillers made thinking hazy. Ileana jumped right in. "We were at the library about an hour... I think. Than Bill and I went to his house. We were kicking around thoughts about an English term paper due soon." The Detective was nodding his head and jotting down the information in his small notebook. I glanced up at Amy. Her face was getting red, I saw her jawline clench tight. The Detective spoke to me without looking up. "You got anything to add?" I nodded my head before realizing the Detective was not looking at me. I finally found my voice. "Ah...Yeah, that sounds about right." The Detective flipped his notebook closed before putting it and the pen away in his pocket. "Well thanks for your help. The University is a very low crime area, so I would not be too concerned about this isolated event. In truth, I do not see the department spending a lot of effort on this small time robbery. But the University Provost and Chief are old buddies, so we must cross all our 'Ts' and fill in the blanks. You understand." I nodded my head again. The Detective looked around at Amy, Ileana and I once more, raising his hand holding a business card before depositing it on the dresser. "If anything else pops to mind, please give me a call." Turning to leave he continued "Appreciate your time, I hope you feel better." Thinking Man’s Action 02 Amy followed the detective to the doorway, staring at him as he walked down the hall. After a minute Amy stomped over to the seated Ileana. Reaching into Ileana's flaming red hair, Amy yanked out a strand. "Ouch!" Ileana yelped, rubbing her scalp. "What the hell did you do that for?" Amy marched over to my bed and held the strand of red hair in my face. "You Bastard!" Amy said in a low voice. "Sunday night, I was taking a shower in OUR bedroom bathroom when I saw all these red hairs in the drain." She shook the red strand of hair at me. "HOW COULD YOU! I work my ass off every day and sit home every night alone while you play schoolboy, and then you go screw this skinny bitch in MY HOME! IN MY BED!" "Amy..." I started to speak. Amy threw the hair strand at me, and then spit in my face before slapping me. Amy spun, turning on Ileana raising her hand over her head to deliver a strike to Ileana's face. Ileana lifted the crutch she was holding and batted away Amy's blow. Quickly reversing her grip on the crutch, Ileana jammed the point of the crutch into Amy's solar plexus. Amy doubled over, expelling a large "OOfff" and grabbing her midsection. Ileana moved the crutch downward catching Amy's ankle, before sweeping upward, knocking Amy off her feet and onto the floor. Amy had no sooner hit the floor when in a flash Ileana was straddling her, the crutch across Amy's throat. "You want to do battle chicken butt?" Ileana hissed at Amy. "I grew up with 5 brothers, so I don't do no fat chick, cat fight!" Amy was struggling. "I am not FAT!" Ileana rose off of Amy, pointing her crutch at Amy like a sword. "You ain't fat bitch? Maybe compared to a 500 pound prize pig. But whatever wide ride, just keep your pudgy pie eating paws off me." I stared at the two women in amazement, my mind was frozen. It was like watching a car wreck. Amy sat up rubbing her abdomen, she looked up at me. "We are DONE Bill!" She looked at Ileana. "Gay Lesbian my Ass!" "Watch it." Ileana taunted. "Don't be comparing me to your big, fat lard ass." Amy's face became beet red. "You can have this anorexic whore and screw her in the house all you want from now on!" She got up and dusted off her backside. "But you are gonna pay you cheating bastard! I hope this undernourished titless cunt was worth it!" Amy grabbed at her wedding ring, making an effort to try and to pull it off. "What's the matter Extra Large?" Ileana mocked. "Need some 10W40 to get the costume jewelry off that fat finger? Check your pockets for grease from the bacon snacks, that outta help." Amy stormed out of the room. I was still in shock at the encounter. Ileana dropped back into the chair before speaking. "Well Bill I thought that went well." I finally found my voice. "Ileana, what did you do that for? Why didn't you tell her nothing happened between us? Or give me a chance to explain!" Ileana shrugged. "You were going to pull the trigger and drop the little cheater anyway -right?" I nodded my head. "So Bill, this just gets the garbage out of the house sooner than later." "Okay Ileana, but what was all that nonsense about Amy being fat? She is not in shape like you, but Amy certainly is not overweight." Ileana gave me a grin. "Oh Hell, that was just a little 'trash talk' between us girls. Besides that cheater needs to walk away with a little pain. You gonna tell her you know about her play dates?" "Nope." I said shaking my head. "Amy's probably been laughing at me, thinking she got a secret over my dumb ass. Her not knowing, I know, is a secret I get to laugh at her with." "So it's all over but the shouting Bill?" I sighed sadly. "And the lawyers." Pausing for moment, I glanced over at Ileana. "Still I wish this little dust-up could have been avoided. I am already sick of hospital food, and Amy's Mom makes the best pie." +++++ Things went downhill quick. Amy had me served divorce papers two days later. In the hospital no less, which I thought was kind of tacky. I was released from the hospital at the end of the week. I returned home to find all of Amy's possessions gone. I also found the electric and water shut off. Not to mention Amy had canceled the cable, internet, our credit cards, plus my cell phone. The bank accounts had not been drained, but not much was left. Amy had paid off our balance, and taken half of what was remaining, which was barely enough to keep the account active. Worse was convincing the landlord I could swing the house rental on my own. Amy and I had been there forever on a month by month basis. In truth, I should have moved to a smaller, cheaper place. However, any new place would have wanted First month's rent, last month's rent, and a month's security deposit, none of which I had funds for. Also, with all my tools, and a decade worth of furniture and "stuff", I had neither the time, energy nor resources for a move. Getting all the utilities turned back on in my name, new credit cards, cell phone plan, etc. besides being a hassle, and draining any cash I had left, also took a big chunk of my time. In between, classes, schoolwork, nightshift and everyday living, I was getting burnt out fast. I know in my heart I could not stay with Amy any longer, but I still missed having her around. We had been together a large portion of my life. Not only did I miss her, and having someone home when I came in the door, but I also missed the day to day practical things Amy did, such as shopping, dishes, laundry, bill paying. To compensate, I became like a typical college students, eating off paper plates so I would not have dishes to wash. Twice, I just bought a six pack of underwear and socks --as it was easier than doing laundry. The loss of Amy's income also took some getting used to. I picked up Sunday shifts at the bakery, which helped get me some funds, but it cut into both my sleep and study time. Amy must not have been so nostalgic, one look at her divorce demands, and I knew I needed a lawyer. Ileana's had a friend from her GLBT group that was in family law, as well a former JAG, and agreed to not only take my case, but allow me to make payments for her service. ++++++ "Bil,l that is one pissed off lady." The former JAG officer said was we sat in her office. "I have just come from a meeting with your wife's lawyer. Amy is asking Alimony for 3 years, payback of her school tuition, books and fees for the semester she went to school, plus half of all the payments made so far to the University for your tuition. Now here is the big one, Amy demands a portion of any increase in your future earnings." "Damn!" I exclaimed. "Does Amy want both testicles also? Or can I keep one of my family jewels. She is the one that quit her job at the bakery, didn't even give notice. How is any of that my fault?" JAG leaned back in her chair. "This is a no fault state Bill, but we still tend to favor the 'fairer sex' in most cases. Amy's request is not that unusual, think of a spouse that sustains their mate all through medical school, paying the bills and being a support system. After all is over, 'Doctor/Heart/Brain Surgeon' is in great demand at a high salary. Can the mate just cast aside, without consequence, the person that was part of the corroboration that allowed the potential to happen? Does not the spouse that was sustenance during the lean hard times, not deserve to share in the bounty?" I threw up my hands. "When we were together, everything and anything I had Amy was welcome to, and she knew it. If she is the one that wants to leave, why can we just split our crap down the middle and go our separate ways?" "Bill, l are you saying you would be open to marriage counseling? A chance to get back together with Amy again? " I shot up in my chair. "Fuck and NO" JAG had a bit of a laugh. "I thought not. I ran it by your wife's attorney anyway, just to see what would happen. He said he had his orders from Amy and was not to deviate from them. He let slip something about Amy having gone away. I do not think he is even in contact with her." "What Amy is hiding out somewhere? Like running from the Mob?" JAG just shrugged. "Does not matter, I can slam down most of the requests pretty easy. No Kids, limited assets, should be quick if we need a court judge to decide the issues." "Amy claims to be big time religion." I said. "Tell her it would be the Christian thing to do, giving away her man to the less fortunate that have none." ++++++ The lawyers met a few more times, not accomplishing anything as far as I could tell, but running up my legal tab. Hence, the reason three months later I was sitting in the courthouse, outside a room that held 'Family Matters'". I did not how much longer I could go on burning the candle at both ends. Every time I thought I saw light at the end of the tunnel, it turned out to be an incoming train. The transmission on my car died. Without time or funds to repair it, I had been taking the bus. The bus schedule required I leave earlier and stay later, for both work and school. Ileana gave me rides as much as possible, but she lived on the other side of town. The parents and grandparents from the boy at the zoo had been calling me weekly, to inquire about my health, and wanting to get together. But there always seemed to be a term paper or project due. I guess I could have asked them for some help, but I did not think it was right. I thought about it several times especially when the bills came due, however I always backed down, as it fell like coercion or greenmail. "Bill! Bill!" the voice of JAG, my attorney calling, brought me out of my thoughts. "Bill I have Good News and Bad news," JAG started. "The Good News is we are first up on the docket." She paused, and I waited for the bad news. "My..Ah.. Bill, we have not drawn the very best choices in judges for your case." "How, 'Not Very Best Choice', are talking about?" I asked. JAG hesitated. It must be hard for someone in her profession to tell the whole truth. "Well Bill I just want you to prepare yourself. Our judge is VERY liberal when it comes to women's rights, and what they deserve out of a relationship. She is known as Judge Fem-Nazi. If militant feminists had an army, she would be their Field Marshall. Now I am all about equal pay and equal rights, but this judge is way over the line. She has been cited and warned a dozen times over some of her rulings and asset division. Unfortunately, never in your gender's favor." I got up from my bench seat in the chair. "If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all." Then I sighed, rubbing a hand through my hair. "What ever happen to Karma? You know the 'do good things and good things happen?' Ever since I jumped into that Dog Pound, my life has turned to shit. Some days I wish I would have just let those mutts finish chewing on me." JAG squeezed my shoulder. "Buck up Cowboy, it will soon be over." I gestured toward the door. "So shall we go in to beard the lion in her den?" JAG put her arm out to stop me. "Bill, it might be best if you just wait here. I do not want you to say, or do anything that will give this judge any reason to make things...difficult." "I am housebroken you know?" JAG gave a tight smile. "As your legal representative I am advising you it would be best if you let me do this alone." "OK I get it, you want a limited amount of testosterone in the room." I said. JAG just pushed me back onto the hallway seat. "Stay put, I should done in about thirty minutes, an hour tops." With that she walked into the courtroom. +++++ I had brought some study material with me, but could not concentrate. After twenty minutes, I was getting restless, by forty five minutes I was bored, so I called Ileana on my cell. "How goes the battle?" Ileana asked after I told her where I was. "You doing OK?" "I feel like a death row inmate awaiting the hangman's noose." "What about Amy? Did you see her?" I looked around quickly. "Nope, my soon to be ex-wife is nowhere to be found. My lawyer hints Amy is in witness protection, possibility relocated." "Really?" Ileana said in surprise. "Sure, I bet Amy, and Elvis are hanging out right now eating fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches." I switched the phone to my other ear. "Have you always been this gullible?" "Oh screw off Bill." Ileana laughed back at me. "It is just that Amy has not been on her cheater website since she stormed out of the hospital that day." "Ileana why are you still checking out Amy on the cheating website?" I looked at my watch. "We really, really gotta get you a life. Besides, I bet Amy already has a permanent hook up with one of her on line bed buddies. Honestly, I could care less, more power to him." Just then JAG came out of the courtroom, so I bid Ileana goodbye. As JAG walked toward me I saw her skip. I do not know that many attorneys, but this is the first one I ever saw one skipping like a small child. "Bill, you better go out and buy a Lottery ticket, because this is your Lucky Day!" JAG gave me a hug. "I thought I was in the wrong courtroom. The judge I told you about, the ultra uber Fem Nazi? It was like someone else was in her body. Not only did she throw out all of your wife, Amy's demands, but your wife has to pay you for any fees associated with getting Utilities turned on, deposits, or any related costs." My eyes open wide in shock. "You're not kidding are you?" JAG gave me a great big smile. "No I am not. Oh it gets better... better for you anyway. Amy has to pay all and any attorney fees, of both parties, including court costs. And here is the kicker...wait for it...wait for it... Amy has to pay you alimony in the amount of half your rent plus, half of utilities for a period of eighteen months! A year and a half!" I was stunned and had to sit down. JAG was babbling on about how the courtroom became dead silent as shocked other lawyers and even the bailiff were spellbound. Because this well-known, feminist, judge was lecturing Amy's attorneys about Amy taking advantage of the man trying to improve their lot in life, making all women look like money grubbing thieves, using the court to gain something she had no right to. "The really funny thing is they may need to go review the Court audio recordings for the official record. The judge's long time stenographer was so astounded, she forgot to type down what the judge was saying." Just than the Bailiff stuck his head out the door and crooked a finger at me. "Sir, the Judge would like to see you in her chambers." JAG started to walk forward, but the Bailiff held up his hand. "Just you alone sir. Please, without your lawyer." JAG spun me around by my shoulders. "Bill, I do not know what is going on, but this is highly irregular." She looked over my head at the impatient Bailiff. JAG still had ahold of my shoulders. "Listen carefully, speak as little as possible. Nod or shake your head if you can. Keep all answers to 'Yes Your Honor' and 'No Your Honor', you got it?" I nodded my head. The Bailiff cleared his throat. "Sir, please, let's hurry. Her Honor does not like to be kept waiting. ++++++ I was shown into an elegant wood paneled back office. The judge, an older matronly looking lady had her back to me. She was signing some papers held to her by a court clerk. I looked around and saw the intimidating black robe hung by the wall. A wall filled with diplomas, awards and plaques. The judge dismissed her clerk, finally turning to face me. I almost fell over. The last occasion I had seen this older woman's face had been from over ten feet away. She'd been standing at the railing edge of the zoo bridge, looking down at me in horror, as wild African Painted Dogs were trying to tear me apart. At the time, as I fought for my life, being held high and tight in my arms, trying to keep safe from these vicious animal's fangs, wrapped safe from harm in my bloody grip had been... her only grandchild. ++++ It took a moment before nerve pulses reached my brain again. The judge approached, embracing me in a hug. She held on for a minute than stepped back. "It is so good to finally meet you Bill. May I call you Bill?" Still stunned, I remembered what the JAG had said so I nodded my head. The judge led me to a small seating area that contained a sofa with a short table. After I sat the judge poured me coffee giving me a cup, before taking one herself. "I hope I did not startle you too much Bill" (I shook my head mutely) "as you can see, I kept my maiden name after my marriage. You know, I never did get the chance to thank you properly for what you did for my grandson." She opened a thick paper file on her lap. "I see you have no children. Do you want to have children Bill?" "Sure... I mean, Yes Your Honor." "No need to be so formal Bill. I was a parent to four children, but this is my only grandchild. Now let me tell you something about grandparents. It's different than being a parent. You think Mother Grizzly Bears protect their cubs? Grizzlies are wusses compared to the protection grandparents feel about their grandkids." She closed the file. "We grandparents are old, stubborn, have resources, and don't give a good God damn what anyone thinks. You cannot embarrass us, intimidate us or shut us up, we just don't care about anything else when it comes to the welfare of our grandkids. We will spend whatever and do all. I love my children, but for my little grandson I would walk thru Hell's fire in a bra and panties filled with gasoline, to fight the devil himself." I just nodded as the judge took a sip of her coffee. "Bill, what you did to save my only grandson, that was without a doubt, the single, most monumental, unbelievable, major league, spectacular act of bravery I have ever seen. You do know that right?" I nodded again. "Um... someone said something similar to me in the hospital, right after it happened Your Honor." The judge just smiled. "There is nothing I can ever do to repay your actions. I do not know what you were thinking when you jumped into that pit, but I am glad you did." She tapped my file on her lap. "Any gratitude I can show you, cannot come close to being worthy of that day." I was speechless, as I stared at my file in her lap. Finally, the judge tossed my file on her desk, as she stood. "I hope you will find time to accept an invitation from our family. But please, you do not need to wait for an invite. You are always welcome in my home anytime. I can tell you everyone is looking so forward to meeting you." She took her hand in mine. "Speaking of meeting, I know a large group of single professional young ladies who would love to meet a man that acts on his thoughts." ++++ Ileana and a group of the 'vets' were gathered in my home that evening to celebrate my 'independence' and newly found non-marriage status. I told JAG she could get rid of the stuff the judge was demanding from Amy. I just wanted us to each pick up our toys and go to our separate homes. Wherever Amy's new home may be. I enjoyed hanging with these people. Even though I had several years on all the 'vets', they all seemed much more worldly than I, due to their time in the service. After the Zoo event the 'vets' had given me the nickname "Bone". As in the dog bone that a dog chews on. Despite our differences, I can tell you one thing, they sure as hell drank more than I ever could. It was late but Ileana and 'Dead Eye Jane', the pixie blond, were still doing shots. I was astounded at the amount of liquor Ileana could hold without any effects. I knew her left leg was hollow, I wonder if her right leg was hollow also, the booze had to go somewhere. "Hey Ileana!" shouted a crew cut guy with a marine shirt, who was playing a video game someone had brought over, with only one hand. "How much booze you gotta drink before you and me hit the rack for some sack time. I'll turn you into a REAL woman." Thinking Man’s Action 02 Ileana threw a sucked out lemon at him. "I'm not sure. It would be about as many drinks before you let "Bone' bury his bone up your ass?" "Hey keep me out of this," I said, while walking around grabbing car keys. I was off that evening from work and there was no class tomorrow. Everyone could crash here, or call a cab. No one was going to get in an accident on my watch. "Damn right I'm gonna keep you outta my ass!" He replied good naturedly returning his attention to the video game. I stifled a yawn, I was having fun but feeling weary, a lot had happened today. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves and they certainly did not need me to babysit, so I stumbled to my room, falling into bed. I think I was out before my head hit the pillow. ++++ I awoke to a pair of lips on my mouth. It was dark, so it took me a moment to remember where I was. Reaching out toward the bedside lamp, soft hands intercepted my motion, guiding my hands to her breasts. It had been three months since I last had anything touching my prick but my own hands. As I felt her sliding down, I grabbed onto her shoulders. "Do you think...?" I started to say. "Shhh" She interrupted. "No talk, just action." I lay back, this time letting the little head do the thinking . ++++ The ringing of the phone woke me up. As I reached over to gather up my cell, I heard the sound of water running in the shower. I felt the most relaxed and refreshed since ...I do not know how long. "Hello." I muttered into the mouthpiece. "BILL, YOU MAGNIFICENT BASTARD!" a booming baritone came through the ear piece so loud I had to hold the phone away from my head. The voice on the other end was my boss the bakery owner. "Is everything Okay?" I asked. "I am off today, but I can come in if you need me." "OKAY! OKAY!" My boss roared into the phone. "Things are GREAT! And it is all because of you!" "Um... Alright, but I am a bit confused Sir." "Bill, I hold in my hands a tentative contract to supply our baked goods to ACME Ltd. We have been trying to break into their supply chain forever." AMCE Ltd? That name sounded familiar. "New business is always good Sir. Who is ACME Ltd. again?" "God damnit Bil,l we got to get your head out of the books and into the real world. AMCE Ltd. Is the largest supplier of food establishments in the eastern United States and Canada! I am talking about restaurants, hotels, amusement parks, military bases cafeterias, fast food joints. Hell the contract to supply bread rolls to the cruise ships that come to port will alone almost double our business!" "That is great news Sir, but I still don't know how I figure into this?" "Bill, great news is when your dentist tells you that you have no cavities. This is Fucking Spectacular news! Hell, we can finally expand the plant. I can buy out them prick venture capitalists, get my company back. Going to need a whole bunch of new shifts and damn well expanded management team." "Wow that is outstanding. But I am still hazy on what I had to do with it?" "Well Bill, we are still working out the details of the contract. However there are three main demands." "Number one that we meet or exceed the current quality standards." "Number two, that we are cost competitive." "Now number three is the biggie, and was nonnegotiable. You Bill, are required to become the prime point person in all of the bakeries dealing with AMCE Ltd. This item we were told in the strongest possible terms is a deal breaker." I rooted around for my wallet as he kept talking. "What the hell did you do Bill? Save the owner's first born child from the Mongolian hordes?" I pulled out the plain white business card I had been given in the hospital that day by the zoo boys Grandfather. Written in simple gold lettering below the name was; 'AMCE Ltd.' Under that was the title; 'Founder, CEO and Board Chairman' I stared at the business card like it was the Holy Grail. "Bill! Bill! Are you still there Bill?" My boss's voice brought me out of my stupor. "Sorry sir, I drifted off for a second. You know the combo of school and work..." "Forget about that from now on," his interrupting voice bellowed in my ear. "Effective IMMEDIATELY you are off the night shift and a full time student." "But I cannot really afford to just go to school right now Sir, my car tranny is shot..." "Afford! Afford Hell!" He interrupted again. "Money is now the least of your problems. You are at Junior VP rank effective today and full VP when you graduate. Can't have a massive company like ACME Ltd. dealing with some peon. The job also comes with a company car. Pick out something an executive can be seen in. Not one of those puke colored Jap jellybean shaped pieces of plastic either. You also have an expense account. As far as I am concerned, anything having to do with school, -which is now EVERYTHING, is a company expense." Now I was wide awake, even pinching myself hard to make sure. "Thank you so much sir. I do not know what to say." "Don't say shit Bill." He laughed. "Study hard. Buy an apple for the teacher, or a whole God Damn Apple Orchard if that's what it takes to pass. Just put it on the company credit card. Come in when you get a chance so we can get the paperwork taken care of." With that, he hung up, leaving me staring at the phone hoping it would not turn into smoke, signaling this was a dream. Speaking of dreams, the shower water stopped and my dream girl stepped out of the shower wrapped only in a towel. Leaning against the doorframe, she said. "Bill, we have pretty much the same class schedule, I hate living across town. My lease is up next semester. I know you are living alone now. Think you can rent me a room?" Damn if this was a dream, I hoped never to wake up. "I don't think I can rent you a room." I replied. Seeing her face fall, I pulled back the covers on the bed. "But for the same price, you can stay here if you want." ++++ It has been five years since AMCE Ltd. took us on as one of their suppliers. At first, we were running flat out three full shifts, barely able to fill our orders. With the plant expansion, we had the capacity, but getting everything running smoothly was quite a challenge. Sometimes I longed for the days when I just had to worry about my single crew on the loading dock, or my biggest concern was some grad school paper. For example, finding the right people to do a quality job all the time was difficult. No one seemed to want to take pride in their work anymore, be part of a team, or do what needed to be done. When the solution came to me, I almost kicked myself for not seeing it sooner. We started hiring military 'vets'. These seemed to be the only people to take orders and follow a job to completion, whatever it took. They were not shy about pointing out errors and ways to increase productivity. The vets coming from school into management had the combination of book smarts, plus real world experience to put it into practice. I once saw the owner stand by meekly while one 'vet', a former Army Drill Instructor, chewed him out for not wearing sanitary booties and headgear, in what the former DI considered 'his' assembly line. I am now an MBA, but I still try to walk the floor and talk to the workers, it helps keep my head out of my ass. I also make it a point to visit some of the retail stores we supply. I don't mind picking up a loaf of bread off the shopping list. It allows me to do 'quality control' at home on our products. Today I was at a midsize grocery store buying some muffins. I accidentally bumped into a cart next to a kneeling stock clerk filling the lower shelves. "Excuse me" I said, the clerk looked up, and our eyes locked. It was Amy. She looked thin, I mean emaciated thin. Her skin was pale white, stretched over her body like tissue paper. I could see her collar and neck bones standing out prominently. Amy reminded me of the withered zombies you see in horror movies. After a few tense seconds, I forced a smile to my face. "Hello Amy, you are looking...slender." Amy continued kneeling for a moment, fire then came into her eyes as she stood up. Sticking a bony finger in my face, she hissed. "You son of a bitch!" I returned the muffins I was carrying, back on the shelf. Putting a neutral expression on my face, I said. "Good Day to you too Amy." Turning on my heel, I headed to the exit. I was just outside the door when I felt a death grip on my arm. I rotated my head to see Amy standing beside me holding on. "You knew you bastard. You knew." Amy said between clenched teeth. I gave her a shrug with a small smile. "We both had our secrets, didn't we?" I looked down at her hand on my arm. "Now if you will excuse me, I have somewhere to be." Amy's face changed, her tone softening as she dropped her hand from my arm. "Can we talk please Bill? I really need to speak with you. After all our time together, can you do that for me?" I glanced at my watch, than pointed across the street at a restaurant with some outdoor tables. "Fine Amy, let's go there." Amy began removing her apron, as we walked and I texted my new location. +++++ "It was my psychologist who had me figure it out that you knew about my... online and extramarital activities," Amy started out. She was so thin I did not think her arm could lift the coffee cup in her hand. "You know Bill I almost died." "I am sorry to hear that Amy. What happened?" "You happened Bill, I developed anorexia nervosa. You know how fixated on my weight I always was. You never questioned my body size, and made me feel good about my self-image. But then after...well when you started to make comments about my figure, I became self-conscious, desperate to become thin. When I left you at the hospital that day after the zoo event, things just got worse. Eventually I had to be hospitalized. I was literally starving myself to death." "You are blaming me for that Amy?" Amy put down her coffee cup before speaking. "After I saw you with that skinny bitch, well I just lost it. I started to splurge and purge, eating and vomiting. But no matter how much weight I lost it was never enough. You know anorexia cannot be cured. With constant therapy, anorexia can be controlled. I have been in therapy for a while, but my counselor says I need closure." Amy looked me in the eye. "Why did you do it Bill, why did you torment me about my size?" I returned her stare. "You first Amy, why did you fuck around on me?" I put down my coffee cup. "For God's sake, it wasn't something that just happened. You went on line and ordered up a bunch of fuck buddies." Amy dropped her eyes to the table. "I was bored." My jaw dropped. "You were bored?" Amy did not take her eyes from the table. "We were always together Bill. We had breakfast together, rode to work together, and ate lunch at the same time every day. You were like a part of me. Then suddenly, you were not there anymore." She paused before continuing, "I went from you by my side at all times, to maybe seeing you in the hallway at the house. After you started on the night shift and with all the classes, it was like we were distant roommates. I got real lonely." I pointed at her. "Lonely Amy? You were so lonely you had to go screw other guys? You knew a wide circle of friends back then, you could not visit with them? Couldn't volunteer someplace? Hell, get a dog to keep you company." "Bill, it was not like that. I did hang out with my friends at first, but they are all married, I felt like a third wheel, the odd person out. I did do a few nights out with some of the single ladies at work, but that did not feel right after a while They always wanted to hit this bar, or that nightclub, see how many drinks they could score off some guy. Not only did it feel so wrong to me, but I was the 'good wife'. I did not want to any rumors getting started. Besides I always was a homebody type of person." "That sure changed." I commented dryly. Amy gave a sigh before continuing. "I started just staying at home each evening. TV was boring, and there are only so many posts on Facebook you can do. A group of girls at work were talking about that cheating website. At first I was appalled at such a thing, but like knowing about the location of an accident, I had to see it for myself. I entered the site, just to check it out. For the first few times I never even logged on, just read some of the posts, it seemed so.. so.. forbidden." I shook my head. "Great, you could not have logged onto a cooking site, or exercise blog." "Bill, you don't know how I have wished a thousand times I would have gone to Wikipedia instead. If I could go back in time, I would cancel our internet service and smash my smartphone." "Coulda, woulda, shoulda." I said. Amy nodded. "The first time I logged on, I got over thirty requests for chats. I felt so empowered, excited. All these people wanted to talk with me." "You mean guys wanted to fuck you." Amy nodded again. "I thought it was harmless, I would never meet these people. While some of the posters were crude, a lot could write really well. Next thing you know I am in the chat room doing... well you know." "Gee Amy, It must have been difficult typing with one hand. Now I really wish I had bought that protective cover for the keyboard." "You benefited at first Bill. I attacked you every time you walked in the morning after your night shift. Before you left for work, I tried to wear myself out with you, so I would not be tempted to go back to the computer. There was just never enough time for you and me though." Amy looked at her fingers. "One guy, who wrote really well, keep asking me to meet. I always turned him down, and then I thought 'What is the harm in just meeting for a simple date?' You had dates all the time with those girls at school." "Those were not dates Amy. They were study sessions with both guys and girls." "I know Bill, it was just something I told myself. I rationalized that there was no difference chatting on the website or chatting at a public place. I felt in control, nothing was going to happen." "But that's not how it turned out, right Amy?" "I met a few guys, and nothing did happen, although a few did try. I was in a viscous circle, the on line chat sessions got me all worked up, but you were not around. If I met the guys in person, I did not do anything, but still got all worked up, yet you still were not around." "I was not around Amy, because I was working my ass off at night, and studying my ass off in the daytime. All for a better future for us. What were you doing with your ass?" "I swear to God nothing was going to happen, Then I let one guy kiss me. He was handsome, a real charmer, he just knew how to push my buttons. It turned into a make out, heavy petting session in the parking lot. I ended up jerking him off, while he did me with his fingers." "Amy, I hope you washed your hands before you drove home." Amy made a face, but kept talking. "After that, I was all freaked out, I stayed away for almost a week. Yet like a moth to the flame, I eventually logged back onto the website. I made a promise to myself I would only stay in the chat rooms. Nevertheless, I found myself meeting up with some of the guys I was chatting with." I shook my head. "So while I was killing myself like a sleep deprived zombie, you were out getting finger banged." I paused to take a deep breathe. "What about the other things, sucking guys off in restaurants? Getting butt fucked in the back seat of cars. Doing the dirty in ways you never let us experience." Gesturing with my right hand, I almost knocked over the coffee cups. "Were the rules different for your fuck buddies? Was it like boarding an airline flight at an Italian airport, where there are no rules?" Amy put her hands together. "It sounds so stupid now, but I had set down some guidelines for myself, as if it would make a difference. I never met with the same guy twice. They all had to wear protection, I never brought anyone near our house, or be with anyone we may ever know or meet. It had to be in a public place so I would be safe." "Safe but illegal" I commented. "You can get lots of STDs, even with a condom." Amy flinched. "I guess the good Lord looks out for babies and fools and sometimes wayward wives, because I am clean." she replied. "There is another name for wayward wives Amy." Amy looked me in the eye. "Bill there is nothing you can say to me that is worse than what I have called myself. I thought I was being clever, empowered and calling all the shots. I decided when, where, with who and what. You'd never know, I vowed as soon as you got finished with school we would be together again, and I could stop. I would never need anyone but you again, ever. They would just be secret memories." "Secret memories you could enjoy while laughing at me?" "I never ever, ever laughed at you Bill. Sad to say when you were out of sight, you were out of mind. The memories I did not enjoy, not even back then. They just made me ashamed, ashamed then, and ashamed now. I thought it was a life I could keep separate, all it did was separate us." "Then why the freak out in the hospital with Ileana?" "That was when it all came crashing down. I saw her with you, and after finding her hairs in our shower, I lost it. How dare you cheat on me! Funny reaction considering what I was doing. Add that with the mind games you were playing with me. So well... the thought of losing you to that skinny one legged bitch knocked over the first anorexic domino that put me in the hospital, then treatment then therapy and where I am today. Divorced, a shitty job, no health benefits, trying not to starve myself, while accepting money from my mother to survive." Amy leaned in toward me. "Bill, you never did screw that one legged girl, did you." It was a statement not a question. I blew out a big breathe before answering. "As I told you that day back then, Ileana was gay. The odds are much better she would've 'done' you rather than me." Amy slumped back into her chair. "Another fuck up to add to my list. Do you still keep in contact?" "Oh I see her around" I said nonchalantly. "Your turn now Bill. When you found out, why not just confront me, scream at me, or just leave me? Why this?" Amy said, spreading her arms wide, exposing her bony almost flat chest. I thought before speaking. Was I a prick for tormenting Amy? Naturally, I do not believe so. I had been devastatingly hurt by her betrayal. Amy, the person I had trusted most, had shattered my whole world, making me question not only my manhood, but also if I was capable of a relationship. Any person, or even animal, will lash out when they are in pain. Was I responsible for Amy's anorexia? I'll leave that up to behaviorist who debate if we are responsible for our own actions, or slaves to factors in the environment. "Amy, your cheating attacked our marriage, our relationship, my self-esteem, and every shred of trust I had. When you ripped my heart out, I felt pain worse than those mutts chomping on me. I guess I wanted you to feel some of that anguish." Amy spread out the fingers of her right hand. It looked like an X ray. "Well Bill you certainly got your pound of flesh. Are you happy now? You got many, many pounds of my flesh." I finished up my cup of coffee. "I am sorry for your condition, and hope you can overcome your illness. But to answer your question. Yes, I am happy now. It has been difficult after your actions, but thinking about it, I am happy now." Just then a Black SUV pulled up to the curb. The horn honked twice as the windows rolled down and two tow headed boys started shouting out the window "Daddy! Daddy! Come on hurry! Mommy said we could get ice cream!" Thinking Marriage CHAPTER 1 Stressed-out from working under pressure in marketing at Roebuck Industries for nine years, the last two as a marketing director, Louise Flint resigned, and signed in to a health resort after leaving. During idle chat, one of her therapists suggested it was time she should marry. Louise sighed. She'd often thought she should do that before her ovaries calcified but then a new crisis would hit and she'd not have time to focus on personal fundamentals. But this time was different... she'd escaped the grind and high-risk burnout. Men were not unknown to Louise. Now thirty-two, she'd been sexually active since she was nineteen and usually had enjoyed 'messing about'. The thought of finding a mate had suddenly been firmly implanted in her mind. She knew it would be not easy to find a good mate but she ought to be able to pull it off. So when Louise's three very expensive weeks of being mollycoddled ended, she walked away into what she hoped would be her new life. Regrettably it seemed little had changed. The blue-eyed and tall blonde was still alone, her parents these days living in Hawaii and her married brother lived in England and her sister worked as a ski instructor in Austria. It suddenly hit Louise she knew little about real life, that her life had revolved round corporate life. Where would her husband come from? The only men she associated with to any real degree where work colleagues, clients and males at the golf driving range and her tennis club. She sighed. The problem was she had no plan but at least she now appeared more relaxed and de-stressed. That was a big plus. It was mid-afternoon and she no longer possessed an apartment, having signed over the remainder of her lease before going into the health farm. Gregan near where the 'health farm' was located was a small, pleasant town. She thought she should book into a hotel and attempt to plan her future. She yawned and thought how boring and went into a café for coffee, picking up the morning newspaper. The front page had a picture of three abandoned kittens and the stories were about mayhem from round the world apart from the lead story that featured complaints about the town water supply, with one critic describing it as 'reminiscent of cat's pee." Obviously Gregan was big into cats, kittens and mayhem, she surmised, aware that was a jaundiced view and wondered how one became an authority on what cat's pee really tasted like, Louise thought she would only effect change to her personal life if she forced it and one way to help was to change her environment. She decided a beach near LA rather appealed. She picked up her hand luggage and pulled her big travel bag on wheels behind her, all her other possessions being in storage, and flagged down a cab. The cabbie put her things in the trunk and asked where did she wish to go. "To the airport. I wish to fly to California." "No from here you won't," he said, explaining that the nearest regional airport was eighty-five miles away. "That's ridiculous." "I don't locate airports ma'am." "Well I'll drive to LA. Please take me to the most reputable pre-own car sales place in town." The cabbie said there were all very similar. She sighed and asked where would he go to buy a car for his wife? He said without hesitation, "Five Star Motors." Louise paid the modest fare, tripled it with the tip and went into the showroom of Five Star Motors and decided the guy leering at her looked shifty. "I'd like to deal with a female salesperson," He sighed and said they had none but the boss's wife was familiar with the inventory. "Please call her." "Gwen," he yelled and a motherly looking woman came from the office marked accountant. Mrs Marks said she really didn't sell cars but guessed Louise wanted to buy from a woman. "You may test drive any of our vehicles." "That won't be necessary Mrs Marks because I don't know how to test a vehicle but I can drive. For the past nine years I've always had a company vehicle. I trust you to sell me the best-valued and most reliable vehicle you have on this floor, but not those sporty things." Louise drove off in a midnight blue metallic Buick LaCrosse CX, nine months old, with only 4800 miles on the clock. The previous owner, a widow, had traded in for a small hybrid sedan. Two evenings later, still well away from Los Angeles, Louise asked herself why the hell was she going to California? Everyone she knew reckoned it must be a really pig of a place to live, although obviously they weren't from LA. She had no answer, realizing she was already in a new environment. She turned off the Interstate and entered the charming looking small city of Pickleford "It's pretty," Louise said aloud, looking at the tree-lined streets. "A pity about the name of the place." She booked into the largest hotel in town, having noted it had a heated swimming pool and two tennis courts. She took a small suite and was about to say two nights but changed and said for a week. After showering and a cool drink Louise dressed in a white top and white shorts and white sneakers and went down and hired a racquet and a couple of balls hoping to find someone who'd invite her into a game. Only a guy about fifty was there, serving from a big bucket of balls and sweating like a pig. "Hi." "Good evening." "Want a couple of games?" He was balding and hairy and she though ugh but then playing against him was preferable to hitting against the volley board. "Okay, I'm Louise Flint." "Hi Louise. I'm Harold Guest," he said, Louise recognizing the tone used by people who considered themselves big shots. She hadn't warmed up and was a little tired from driving all day. His first serve almost took off her ear. She couldn't reach the second and third and she returned the next that she called was out but he ignored that and slammed it back out of her reach. "You looked as if you could play tennis," he said, sounding rather dissatisfied. "I can but you caught me by surprise. I'm rather tired having been driving all day." "Excused, excuses," he said, not unpleasantly and she said she'd try to lift her game, and did so. Louise was 0-30 down after two serves but felt she was in the groove, those first balls directed into the net. "Come on Louise baby," he smiled. Right asshole, she thought and sent down a sizzler, knocking the racquet from Harold's hand. "Jesus," he said. "Was that a fluke?" "No, my father was a tennis pro and trainer." She finished up annihilating Harold 40-0, 30-40, 40-0, 30-40, 40-15 after running him around the court. "I better quit while I'm ahead," she grinned. "Asshole," he said panting and laughing. "You conned me. Look, meet me for drinks and I'll take you to dinner. I'm here to try out the restaurant. My company took over this hotel yesterday as a going-concern. The previous owning company went bust but fortunately for us most hotel employees have stayed on. You're a woman, you might like to tell me what needs changing." "The first thing is to get rid of those orange feature walls; women don't like orange." Harold looked at Louise with interest. "That's exactly what my wife told me this morning. She'll be joining us for dinner, um I mean if you accept." "Ah so the dinner invitation was not a prelude to seduction?" "No way young woman. If you engage in sex like you do tennis you'd kill me. I'm pushing fifty. Meet us in the Starlight Bar on the 11th at 7:00." "Thank you Harold, I accept. You look worn out from tennis so I probably would have accepted even if Mrs Guest had not been joining us." He laughed and told Louise she was all right. A woman aged about fifty waved as Louise entered the bar and she assumed that would be Mrs Guest. As she drew closer she saw the blonde Mrs Guest had dark hair roots whereas her own blondeness, though highlighted, was natural. But what did it matter? "Hi I'm Gina Guest. Sometimes known as GG because of my initials but my passion is horse riding. Harry asked me to apologize Louise. Our son Jack has arrived home a day early and Harry went to fetch him and bring him here to join us if you don't mind." "No of course not but if you wish to have just a family meal..." "No dear and after sighting you I'd like Jack catch sight of you. He's never married and I see you wear no rings." "Match-making can be a perilous undertaking Mrs Guest." "Please call me Gina. Harry is so much in awe of you I thought Jack would like to sight you, that's all. If you are here long enough he may take you to a movie or even take you flying. He has his own small plane." "Gina that would be lovely but let's see what happens huh? Sometimes things are best left to happen. Do you simply grace your home and tend to the roses or do you work?" "I'm financial controller of Guest Property Investments, a private company but with some mighty large investors including a bank and an insurance company. The company owns twenty-three commercial premises in this city, mostly on the main street, and seven plants and the local trucking company that operates into five other states." "That sounds big business." "Obviously you are or have been in business?" "Yes I was with an industrial company that also operates plants in Canada and Mexico, the past two years as director of marketing, but I recently quit, feeling mentally exhausted and ready to try something a little slower." "That sounds impressive. Would you be interest in acting as interim general manager of this hotel?" "You are joking. You must know hotel management is a specialist occupation." Gina nodded and sipped her martini. "The assistant general manager is fully qualified by she's only twenty-four and we feel not quite ready to step up because she's still learning people management skills." "It would be best to seek a retired hotel manager to fill in." "Yes that's one option we have considering. The specialist agency we have engaged to search for a new general manager for us is also looking to attract a fill-in officer. Just think about it and we'll talk about it with Harry and our operations manager." "Who happens to be your son?" "Ah yes, astute thinking but the point is if we can stitch up a deal with you we would bridge this impasse. This hotel has 186 rooms and twelve suites so we are obliged to keep it running smoothly." * * * Two days later the parties signed a contract underpinning the appointment of Louise as relieving general manager. The contract acknowledged she lacked professional skills in hotel management but possessed a PhD in business management that included financial and marketing management. Jack had flown her to Chicago where they had a four-hour session followed by lunch with a hotel management consultant and they came away confident that Louise would be able to 'wing it'. Felicity the assistant general manager was delighted to have the bridging arrangement in place. Rhoda already felt an attachment to Jack but he'd been upfront and told her he was dating two other women and sometimes they'd date as a threesome. They'd grown up together and had been together through college. Jack would hug and kiss Louise on the cheek whenever they met or said goodbye but he'd yet to kiss her lips and press into her. Louise really liked the dark-haired rugged looking guy who towered above her and having seen the two blondes he was running with was confident Jack would eventually decide which of the three was a real woman with both beauty and brains. Two or three times Gina suggested she ought to try to influence Jack but Louise said no, that if it was meant to happen it would happen. But it didn't. After three months a professional hotel general manager took over. Harry, as Louise now called Harold, wanted to create a position for Louise within the company as financial trouble-shooter but with winter approaching she decided to continue on and winter over in Los Angeles or elsewhere in Southern California. She was given a great farewell party and as she was leaving for the first time Jack kissed her on the lips and pressed into her, whispering he wished she'd stay. That made her desperately unhappy. What a jerk, she thought, waiting till now to decide he felt some attraction toward her. Louise made Gina promise she would come to LA for shopping and to stay with her once she'd settled in. * * * Louise stopped off the Interstate and looked down on to the sprawl of LA and through the smog on a clear day thought she could make out the sea beyond. She wept. God she'd made a mistake coming here. She'd ignored the fact she didn't like big cities and even worst she'd come without a plan. She was no further ahead than four months ago. She dried her eyes and thought what now? She had no idea but grabbed at the thought there would be many people feeling like this adrift, a stranger wherever they went. All she had to do was to make a positive decision that would make her happy. Next day Louise sold her car for $890 less that what she'd paid for it. That didn't worry her and later that day boarded a flight to Honolulu and called her parents to pick her up. Arriving at LA airport to catch the flight she felt very happy again. She realized she was still adrift, facing life without purpose, but family was family and it would be great being with her parents again. At the airport she called Gina Guest and invited her to visit her in Hawaii and to stay for a week or so. "My parents have a guest house." "Oh could I bring Harry?" "Yes of course." "Jack won't be able to accompany us." There was no reply. "Louise?" "Jack is off my menu Gina but you and Harry are my closest friends away from the east coast. I'd like you both to come to Hawaii to allow me to thank you as your hostess for the kindness you showed me in helping me to stabilize my empty life. Until I met Harry on that tennis court I was going nowhere." * * * The Guests had to wait for a quiet period in their business arrived before they could take time off for a week's vacation together. It was almost a month after Louise had invited them before they arrived in Honolulu. She met them at the airport and the reunion was noisy and enthusiastic. "God you are looking gorgeous, so tanned," Gina said and you look as if you belong here." "I used to spend most summers here with my late grandparents and usually my mother." "I spent some summers here too, but before you were born," Gina said. They went across the island to Kaneohe and branched off to Kailua where the home was located overlooking the golf course of the Mid Pacific Country Club. Charles and Sheryl Flint rushed out to greet them and Sheryl took one look at Gina as Gina got out of the SUV and said, sounding amazed, " Gina, Gina Lane?" "Omigod, Sheryl Hoffman," shouted Gina and the two women threw themselves at each other and kissed and hugged passionately. Charles shook Harry's hand and said dryly, "Apparently they have a past association." "In our teens we spent summers together horse-riding and surfing and hanging out," Sheryl said happily. "Oh Louise why didn't you tell me about Gina?" "Because I only know her as Gina Guest. God mom give me a break. The only real friend from your past that I really know is my godmother Renee." Sheryl explained, "That's Renee Pahinui, now Renee Philips who lives on Maui at Ka'anapali with her family." "Omigod," Gina screamed. "The Top Three together again maybe." "Yes," Sheryl laughed. "Charles will rent a plane Thursday and fly us over to see her. Thursday is a good day for Renee because most guests move out Thursday morning and the new lot arrive on Friday morning." Louise smiled as these days her mom rarely sparkled like this. The next day Charles and Sheryl took Harry fishing. Louise never went fishing and Gina decided to stay and lounge poolside with her. Late morning Louise began rubbing on oil and Gina said she'd do that. Louise was surprised when Gina undid Louisa's bikini top and cast it aside. Gina's hands felt great on her back and her nipples began to stiffen under the massaging. "Is that all?" Gina asked softly." "Um yes, thanks, that was lovely. I'll do my front." Gina said, "Um Louise?" "Yes." There was no reply. "What is it?" "Will you allow me to play with your breasts? They are so beautiful." Louise's breath caught. God the older woman was hitting on her. She was about to say no way but heard herself saying okay she'd like that. Gina stood and removed her one-piece swimsuit completely. Sitting up on her solid wood recliner Louise was fascinated to see that Gina's pussy was totally bald whereas she only clipped hers. Gina slipped in behind her, legs astride the recliner. "Are you sure you don't mind?" "No I'm okay about this because it's you Gina and I accept this is what you wish to do." "That's lovely of you," said the 48-year-old. The pool area was very effectively screened and they could only be seen from the house but the others were away and would be gone for at least another three hours. Gina was fiddling but nothing much was happening. "Should I turn and face you." "That would be lovely," Gina said, kissing the side of Louise's neck. Louise stood and removed the bottom of her bikini. "Oh god I'd like to get my mouth against that," Gina said, eyeing the pussy. "Well let's go inside to my room. There's a lock on the door." They hit the bed and immediately positioned into a sixty-nine. Louise looked with interest at the huge slit. The last time she'd touched another female like this was when she and Trudy Brown fingered each other as teenagers. Trudy was tight and after much squealing from her Louise has managed to work two fingers in. She now thought she could get her entire hand into Gina. Gina paused from licking. "Get some fingers into me, as many as you wish. You'll make me come repeatedly. I only have my girlfriends these days because Harry prefers young wenches." They had showered and changed by the time the fishing party arrived home, tired and with a big enough catch to last three days of meals. After dinner the fishing party went to bed and Gina and Louise stayed talking. "I'm sorry you and Jack didn't really get together." "Do you know what the problem was Gina?" "His penis was too big for you?" Louise laughed. "No he was professionally jealous of me because I had higher qualifications and more work experience than he did although he's a year older." "The stupid asshole," Gina fumed. "To think he let a woman of your caliber slip through his fingers." "Gina could you tell me what's wrong with me? I can't seem to catch and hold guys." "Darling it's a similar problem many professionally motivated women have. They are proficient, competitive and like nothing better than outsmarting a guy. Now how do you think how guys react to that? They stay well clear, that's what they do. That's why waitresses and hotel receptionists not training for higher management jobs get fucked so much. Guys regard them as being non-competitive." "Christ Gina please tell me everything I need to know. I want to get married and have babies." "Well darling for a start never tell a guy that. Wait to be told that's what they want from you." "What marriage and babies?" "Exactly In the early days of contact if you tell a guy you want babies he'll run a mile." "Oh god, whenever a guy has asked me what I want out of life I've always said babies." "And you were dumped?" "Absolutely. Open your legs darling and I'll fist you. You have been so inspirational to me." * * * At the airport heading home, Harry and Gina looked as if they were being wrenched from paradise. Louise knew it was an illusion because those two had lost their ability to share happiness. She hadn't the heart to tell Gina two afternoons ago she'd walked in on her mother to find Harry fucking Sheryl in the butt. They looked so obscene and we so grossly engrossed they hadn't noticed her until she screamed, "What the fucking hell are you two doing?" Thinking Marriage It had been so comical. Her mom pulled the covers completely over her and yelled, "Go away you stupid bitch" while Harry cut his head open diving off the bed and striking the leg of a bedside cabinet. She walked away leaving them to sort it out. Harry said at dinner he'd walked into on a door. Charles and Gina believed him of course, incapable of accepting Harry would fuck his hostess in broad daylight when everyone else was in the house. Harry was too embarrassed to farewell Louise with a kiss whereas his wife had her tongue into Louise's throat. They said they'd never forget this vacation and apart from their hosts the highlight had been visiting Maui. A day later after Charles had gone to golf Sheryl said to her daughter, "Darling about what you saw..." "Oh good mom. You are willing to talk about it. What I want you to tell me is everything you know about anal fucking. I'm an anal virgin." "D-don't you mind that Harry um did that to me?" "No." "And you see no reason to say anything to your father?" "Of course not. It's none of his business when we both know he's gone to fuck Mrs Kingston instead of playing golf." "God you have a refreshing attitude darling." That afternoon Louise borrowed her mom's old Toyota car and went to the Windward Town and Country Plaza to buy clothes. Louise had told her to throw out all her dresses and buy new ones. If she wanted to attach to a man the first thing was to look great and act sexy. She parked and opened her door just as a guy in a Mercedes pulled up alongside her. There was a tiny bump sound. The guy bounded out of his car and said, "You careless woman. You've half-wrecked my car." Louise saw just a tiny scratch so held out her arms together, fists clenched and said, "Okay arrest me and take me to jail." He ignored her, squatted and looked at the passenger door. "Ah it's just a minor scratch." "Yeah joining those other disfigurements. If you can't stand the heat in the kitchen, don't bring your car into shopping parking areas." "You seem quite bright for a woman." Louise scowled and said he sounded a real arrogant male asshole. She strode off and in a flash he was beside her. "Hi, I'm Asshole. Who are you?" Louise stopped and faced him, hands on hips and said, "Look buster are you really wanting to fight me?" "No I caught up to you to apologize. I was out of order and over-reacted and then apparently insulted you." "Apparently?" "I insulted you and I'm sorry for behaving like a jerk. You probably are a lovely wife to your husband..." "I'm not married." "Oh Jesus, how could anyone so delicious as you not be married." "Because I scare off courting guys." He grinned and said he'd gotten a taste of that but he'd not backed off. "No you didn't. Thanks for apologising. I'm off to buy underwear. Goodbye." "No wait. Please allow me to buy you a teddy." How disgusting Louise thought and then remembered what Gina said about conversing in a way that would appeal to males with their sex-focused egos. "Oh yeah, you buy that and then buy a pair of fishnet stockings and then require me to pose for you with my pussy bared?" The guy croaked, "Honest would you do that for me?" Louise couldn't believe it; the guy was hooked. She asked was he married. "No." "Currently attached?" "To no one in particular." "All right, buy those garments and I'll pose for you but with your mother present." The guy licked his lips and asked was she willing to negotiate? "Yes but don't expect to win." He said they should go for coffee. Louise was staggered. She wasn't wearing sexy clothes being in a top and jeans and sandals, she was at her dominant worst and above all not attempting to work on a guy and yet had made full-on contact with one. What the hell was happening? And why were men so dead easy to pick up? The guy who revealed his name was Tim Roundtree was a tough negotiator but Louise either won or he allowed her to win. The price he paid was having to buy her a bra, matching panties and fine denier black hold-ups and in receiving that package as an apology, Louise went to his apartment and modelled them for him and was fucked but his wife arrived home a day early and caught them at it. Tim had to step in between them to stop his wife attempting to scratch out Louise's eyes and he then, still holding his foul-mouth wife, he shouted to Louise to fuck off. The lying bastard, she fumed. She'd ignored the fact that the apartment was too tidy to be an apartment for a sole male occupant and he'd lied and said woman in the big photo with him hanging in the bedroom was of his sister. Louise had been so focused in getting him to fuck her she'd dumbly accepted that and took no notice of the pink towels in the bathroom and pictures of flowers on walls throughout the house and that the kitchen had been so tidy apart from heaps of unwashed dishes. Absolutely in rage she stopped and made a booking to fly back to Chicago next day. Surprisingly her parents weren't upset about this sudden decision to return to their former home city where they still maintained an apartment. They gave Louise a key to the apartment and the security access numbers. Flying out at 8:00 next morning Louise figured out why they were almost relieved to see her go: her mom had suspended her affairs with her girlfriends and her dad was pretending he didn't have a girlfriend who gave him more than a view of the golf course. God some people! CHAPTER 2 Louise settled into her parent's apartment in Chicago's CBD and bought a heap of new casual and semi-formal clothes. She noticed a guy in the gym on the third floor of the luxury apartment block looking at her and on the third day he took the rowing machine beside her and said, "You have a very smooth athletic style?" What woman would fail to respond to that? "Thank you. You have a fine physique." "Do you wish to grab some breakfast with me after this?" Louise thought why not so said why not. Well the guy took her to his apartment instead of to one of the restaurants nearby. Louise looked about suspiciously but the signs looked promising. The apartment looked in a bit of a mess and the pictures on the walls were of nude women in groups, motorcycles, cars and small airplanes. Clearly there was no other woman lurking. "Scrambled eggs on toast?" "That's fine unless you wish me to do omelet?" He looked at her suspiciously. "My mom says modern women can't cook." "I lived at home till I was twenty-eight and the deal was I would share the cooking and housekeeping. I can even run a household budget and not overspend." The guy looked impressed and said cautiously, "Well let's see how the omelet goes." "You get ready for work while I fiddle in the kitchen?" He seemed to really perk up and asked, "Fiddle with what?" She laughed and said cooking of course and he grinned and went off. She found eggs, cream, tomatoes and raw potatoes and olive oil. She fried the potatoes and after slicing them waited for the man who'd introduced himself as Andy McLeod to reappear. Andy arrived back looking sharp in a shiny slate Italian-cut suit and looked suspicious when not seeing the omelets ready. "Have you forgotten how to cook?" "No omelets are best made and served immediately. Drink your juice while I cook." "Nice legs," Andy observed. Louise neither replied nor smiled. She was thinking what was wrong with the shape of her butt if he was driven to comment only on her legs. Andy picked up the publication Louise had been flicking through. "Why are you reading that business magazine instead of something lighter?" "Because I'm a business babe that's why and had been so for most of my adult life." Andy looked away and said casually, "In what field?" Louise wondered about that because he'd asked that with excessive casualness. She decided to draw him out. "Oh a bit of this and a bit of that." "Such as?" "Several management roles, mainly for a company you won't have heard of, Roebuck Industries." "Located in Pittsburgh. Specializes in lathes and other industrial precision tools. Hit by the downturn in the vehicle manufacturing industry. Financially squeezed by the heavy cost of being an innovator in automating machines and developing machinery systems operated and maintained 24/7 robotically." "Ah so you read Business World magazine, last month's issue?" "Something like that and so you lost your job as a result of down-sizing?" "No I was facing burnout under the stress of being director of marketing for all countries south of the Equator where many of their currencies had weakened against the US dollar and many of our clients in those regions are turning to South-East Asia for product.' "Well I can understand that. May I ask what are your qualifications?" "I have a PhD in business management from UChicago and since have worked in various divisions of Roebuck Industries and for the last two years was director of the South of the Equator marketing and business operation." "Hmmm, impressive. I had been angling for a date but now my interest in you has extended beyond that. After you finish your breakfast would you care to change into suitable business dress and accompany me to my workplace?" "I'm not looking for employment in industry." "What about indirectly?" "That's difficult to imagine but I could be." Andy smiled and said that satisfied him. It would be best if he began the briefing his office. Andy and Louise entered a nondescript building that left Louise thinking was this the headquarters of a covert CIA operation but was relieved when in the elevator she saw the directory contained names of engineering, legal, dentistry, accounting and marketing companies. But then she thought they could be fictitious as a front. They left the elevator on the 16th floor occupied by The MacDonald Foundation and two receptionists greeted Andy warmly and smiled curiously at Louise who was dressed in black, the only suitable business-looking clothing she had brought to Chicago. Andy led her into an officer marked Andy McLeod, Director of Field Operations. Omigod, it was the FBI shivered Louise, as the room swallowed her and Andy, switching on the lights, closed the door behind them. Andy hung up his suit jacket and began the briefing. The MacDonald Foundation is a quasi-Federal agency funded to provide independent monitoring of America's heavy industry. The late Angus MacDonald began work at the age of fifteen working in his father's small business building custom-made motorcycles. Later Angus moved into heavy industry, built tanks during WW2 and then post-war built railway rolling stock." "I've read about him." "Good well you'll know why the foundation is appropriately named because he was a staunch advocate of American heavy industry throughout later life and became a hugely influential political lobbyist. The foundation independently assesses and reports to the Feds on the state of heavy industry in this country, monitoring activity within states company by company. Now looking at this wall map you can see this red line running taking in the southern boundaries of Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Pennsylvania and Connecticut. Those states and all states north of them comprise the states we monitor from this office." "I see. I wasn't aware of the existence of this foundation." "We keep a very low profile to allow us to work more effectively. Companies file reports and that information goes directly to Washington or else filters through to interested parties in Washington. The job of the foundation is to verify exactly what is happening in foundries, production lines and in sales offices. In other words to use our own vision statement summary: we provide current independent audit data across the heavy industrial sector." "And so this is why I have been invited here." "Yes to be interviewed for an important post initially by our HR manager. Should you accept a job offer if presented, you would be responsible to me with the designation of regional coordinator for New England and would manager our regional office in Boston and live in Boston." Andy slept with Louise that night and most nights thereafter for the next ten days until she returned to Andy's office with him to be questioned by the recruitment team who included Andy and he said in all probability she would be offered the position. * * * During the 2¼ -hour flight in business class Louise decided it was time to dig in. She was no closer to finding a husband than when she first deciding to find a guy suitable to wed when she turned twenty-nine. She'd turn thirty-three in four months. There had to be a guy out there who was right for her and he thought she was right for him. Then why the hell hadn't it happened? She gritted her teeth and scowled. As the thoughts streamed through her mind Louise thought initially she'd been too focused on her job to commit to going steady with any guy, even the ones she liked. Since she'd stepped away from that bind she'd been leading something of a nomad life that wasn't conducive to developing a steady relationship. She decided to allow fate become involved and the way for that to happen was to settle down. She decided Boston would be it because she'd been there three times on short visits and liked the feel of the place. Yes her new home would be Boston whatever happened with her business career. Feeling pleased at making that decision Louise ordered a white wine and settled back to think of other things. She had no one sitting beside her. She was booked into the Doubletree Hotel downtown for a maximum of two weeks at her employer's expense to give her time to find her own accommodation. After inspecting apartments over three days, not going near the office, Louise chose an available one-bedroom furnished apartment and leased it for six months with right of renewal of lease. The next day she went to her office, knowing she had an admin team of five and a field staff of eight to manage. Small cheese really to what her former responsibilities were but surprisingly her remuneration was only $600 a week short of what she'd been paid when last in employment with no vehicle alas but hopefully placing her under far less pressure. * * * Two months later Louise was well settled in and her office was on schedule in meeting all targets. During that period she'd traveled into the other five states within her territory to meet the guys (all were male) working on field assessments to ensure as best she could they were all performing according to the guidelines set by the foundation. Then it happened for her. Andy called her to advise the director of the foundation had accepted two speaking engagements, one in Detroit and the other in Boston and had attempted to pass on the Boston engagement to Andy who would be away in California at his younger brother's wedding at that time. "Will you make the presentation on behalf of Nicholas?" "Yes of course." "Good I will notify the School of Management at Boston University. It's the school's turn to host a dinner for 100 academics and partners from throughout the university and they decided this time to get the foundation to describe its work and how effective it is." "Ah yes that would be right up the director's alley. For Christ sake Andy I've only been with the foundation two months." "So you have decided not to go and I have to miss my brother's wedding?" "No I'll go." "Thanks darling. We run a tight ship so are thin on the ground with senior management. I have copies of three of Nicholas's speeches he's given to Chambers of Commerce and one to a convention of engineers so you'll have all the background you need and just have to place your own mark on your presentation such as how your New England team operates. I'll advise the school of your acceptance and send your profile and photo to them and I'll send you three risqué jokes about engineers." "Thank you Andy," Louise sighed. "As you know I'll do almost anything for you." "Yeah baby. You're a great girl to have in bed." "Thank you Andy," Louise sighed. It was good to be appreciated. A week later Louise received a call from the school to confirm the time and venue of her presentation and was told the usual format was to speak for thirty minutes and answer questions for the next fifteen minutes. * * * Louise was thinking of buying a black gown for the event but then thought she had good legs so why cover them. So she bought a slinky bright red cocktail dress plus matching red shoes. She was seated at one end of the top table with a professor of computer studies beside her who was brusque and appeared more interested in tapping his fork on the tablecloth than conversing with her. Soup plates had been cleared away with a guy slid into the seat beside her and squeezed her thigh and said brightly, "Hi." "Hi." "Sorry I wasn't here to greet you despite being allocated that task. I teach business economics and you may call me Jack. John Latimer actually but I prefer Jack." "Hi Jack I'm Louise Flint." "Mrs Flint with a PhD in Business Management I understand?" "It's miss actually." "Correct and I apologize about my hair. I've just finished playing squash and was in the shower when I remembered I was supposed to be here. I'll not drip on that fancy red dress. God you have great boobs." "Jack." "Sorry." "No it's okay but it you're going speak to me intimately please keep your voice down." Jack introduced Louise when it came time for her to speak and because people didn't know about the existence of the foundation she appeared to hold the interest of her diverse audience and they were delighted by the story she related that when Angus MacDonald who established the foundation with a grant of $5 million in 1955, on his retirement as executive chairman of his company that built locomotives and railway rolling stock he established a new business, It manufactured wind-up toy train sets, one popular line being similar to the one he played with as a child, and he was still president of the foundation on his death aged 91. She answered questions for forty minutes and when more questions came about her job for Roebuck Industries more questions followed from women academics how could a women get a job of that importance and Louise raised huge laughter when she said in all seriousness, "My mom taught me how to flutter my eyelids and to stand with my hand on one hip and to push that hip forward." Huge applause followed when the chairman thanked her for such a riveting and entertaining speech. "You were much better than I expected," Jack said candidly. "It sounded such a dry subject and I guess it made people think that Washington is doing something useful in keeping an eye on industry that is declining in this country." "Thank you for that Jack, we must date some time." At that point the chairman called Louise over to him and she didn't see Jack again before leaving. The following day the organizer of the hosted dinner at the university called Louise to thank her for her participation and said many people had commented on her presentation very favorable. "Thank you." Louise was about to say goodbye when Ann Turner the caller said, "Oh Miss Flint, we are unable to give out contact details without the authority of the person being contacted unless they are here at the university." "I can understand that cautious approach." "Thank you. I've received an approach from Professor John Latimer..." "You mean Jack who introduced me as guest speaker. Is he really a professor?" "Yes and heads a department in our School of Management." "Is he married?" "Oh no, few women could handle Jack because he's so full on... um I mean how he talks to women. I have no idea of how he behaves socially." Thinking Marriage "Well he didn't offend me last night Mrs Turner." "Perhaps you are strong enough to cope." "Please give Jack my phone number Mrs Turner. I would prefer he called me because I only met him last night and didn't really get much beyond exchanging names and he telling my I have nice boobs." "Oh that vintage Professor Latimer Miss Flint. Thank you once again for addressing our dinner so competently. Doubtless the chairman will express his appreciation in writing." Two hours later Louise took a call, thinking it might be one of her field assessors. "Hi it's Jack. I sat with you last evening." "Oh one of the guys who admired my breasts." "One of the guys? The insolent hogs. God you need protection and I'm your man for that." "Oh really? Are you sure you have that right way round. I thought I'd need protection from you." There was no reply for a moment and Louise could almost hear Jack engaging his mind in lower gear. "Perhaps you are a rare female. I sensed there was something about you and I don't just mean your tits, er your breasts." "And what is that Jack?" "You are a female who can tease with humor." "Jack I wouldn't want you to overtax yourself in trying to ply me with compliments and superlatives. Would you like to date me?" "Wow Louise, you're on to me." "Name me four other reasons why you'd call me?" "Um, well... oh crap. Yes mom is having the Campbell's and Regan's for dinner on Saturday night and wants me there. I smell a set-up and believe Fiona Campbell will be there with her parents." "All five being involved in entrapment and the Regan's were invited to make it look like a just a routine dinner party?" "Er yes." "And inviting you, your mother practically ordered you to be there?" "Do you know mom?" "That's a diversion Jack. You know it's highly unlikely I know your parents." "Yeah and that's what made me smell a rat." "So I accompany you and it's goodbye Fiona?" "Ah yes. One alternative would be to shoot her." Louise laughed and said she would accompany him providing he phoned his mom and told her he'd be bringing and lovely young women with him and no he wasn't sleeping with her yet." "Yet?" "Oh was that too big a word for you to comprehend Jack?" "God Louise," he laughed. "You're almost too much for me. I guess mom then calls Colleen Campbell and says my new girlfriend will accompany me and that will translate into a no-show by Fiona." "Well read Jack." * * * Jack entered the lobby of Louise's apartment block and found her already waiting, her blonde hair pinned high and she was dressed in black. She stood with a bouquet of flowers in the crock of one arm and a handbag with a parcel protruding. "Hi," Jack smiled and kissed her confidently, their first kiss. He then stood back a bit saying, "Let's get a good look at you. Oh yummy." Louise liked the greeting and liked Jack's open manner. She thought he was a guy with nothing to hide and did not go in for posturing and that was good because she was rather like that herself. "Please kiss me again." He practically showed all of his teeth in the grin before closing his mouth to kiss her. "Does that make you feel good?" She smiled and said yes thank you doctor. They headed north and slightly west for an hour to Amesbury, where Jack was born thirty-six years ago and where his father still practiced in his original office he rented as a newly registered attorney and married two years before Jack was born. "Omigod," Jack's mother said in delight when coming out of the house with Gregory. "Jack you have found a lady at last." She kissed Louise as Jack made the introductions and said to call her Astrid. Gregory just smiled and nodded when introduced. That told Louise who ran this family. Astrid expressed pleasure when given the bouquet and holding it out for Gregory to take without needing to instruct him, she opened the parcel and gasped, "Oh my very favorite chocolates. How very astute of you my dear. Well come in. Bring Louise's bag Gregory." "Now dear I have made up the guestroom but I have no problem if you wish to sleep with Jack." Louise looked at Jack who at that moment was studying the sky. She turned and said to Gregory, "What do you say about that Mr Latimer?" "I don't make decisions like that around here. Oh please call me Gregory." "Gregory I would like to here your opinion about those alternative sleeping arrangements." "Astrid says we have no problem with you sleeping um in Jack's bedroom." "Thank you. And Jack, what is your view?" "You're sleeping with me baby, nude." Astrid said primly, "Jack please don't be vulgar." That appeared settled. Jack went off with his mother, no doubt to be told what his mom thought of his new choice of girlfriend and to lecture him on the need to be discreet about relationships when the Campbell's were present. Gregory put Louise's overnight bag on the bed. "Jack and I have only just met and have not slept together yet. I really meant what I indicated, that if you were not happy about me sleeping in this room I will shift to the guestroom." "People are more relaxed about sleeping arrangements these days," he said, although not indicating to Louise if he was one of those more liberal persons. "Has Jack brought you here to thwart Fiona Campbell who has for years attempted to squeeze a proposal of marriage from my son?" "Oooh that's a very sharp question, even from an attorney Gregory." "Well?" "Yes it was but I'd only met him two nights previously and was hoping for a date. I addressed the School of Management's dinner for members of all faculties and partners." Gregory gaped at her. "You must be the youngest person to ever address that august body. Speaker are usually captains of industry, top politicians, distinguished scientists and mathematicians, leading business consultants and professor emeriti." "Omigod it's just as well I hadn't know that otherwise I would have wet my pants through nervousness." "What I can't understand is why you?" "It was because of the organization I work for. The director was otherwise engaged and my boss was away so I was landed with this doubtful distinction of addressing what you describe as an august body. I'm New England regional coordinator for The MacDonald Foundation." Gregory was gaping again. "I'll explain because you won't know..." "Oh but I do. You see my late father and the late Angus MacDonald grew up together and remained life-long friends. But surely to hold down your job you'd have to have a PhD and worked in heavy industry." "Exactly and I have a PhD in business management and worked for six years for Roebuck Industries in Pittsburgh, first in management and the final two years as director of marketing for all markets south of the Equator." Louise noticed Gregory looking closely at her hair. She took him by the arm and led him toward the lounge. "Now come on Gregory, just because I am a natural blonde that doesn't mean I have a mandate to be and act dumb." Gregory laughed, relaxing at last. "God Louise, you are good for the soul. Methinks my son has met a woman who'll be as much as he can handle." At that moment Louise opted for the guest room and went back and shifted her bag to that room. Clearly Gregory was not at ease with her sleeping with his son in the family home. She began to regret coming to the home and suddenly thought she had no wish to meet Fiona's parents who would probably treat her with contempt. It was not right doing this. * * * Astrid took Jack into the kitchen and kissed him, thanking him for coming home for the weekend. "This will have broken Fiona's heart bringing Louise. Even Colleen cried when I told her there was someone else. My god John..." "Mom please, I'm known to everyone including dad as Jack." "Well if I wanted to call you Jack I would have named you Jack. However I shall call you Jack because if I don't Louise will have a piece of me sooner or later when she takes control." "Control of what?" Astrid sighed and said it didn't matter. She is absolutely stunning um Jack. The best by far of any woman you've turned up here with and that's going back a long time. I do hope she can keep up with your liveliness and not become overawed by your intellectualism because it would be good if you two became serious." Jack laughed and when Astrid said what was funny he answered it didn't matter. "Well what does she do?" "Oh a bit of this and that." "Meaning? Oh is she a school teacher?" "No mom. I met her four nights ago when she addressed our university's combined faculties dinner." "What that girl addressed the university's bigwigs?" "Yes and the bigwigs and partners enjoyed her presentation and the applauses she received was huge. She has a PhD in business management mom and for two years held down a marketing job for a heavy industry company." "Omigod. She sounds very clever plus being beautiful with a great figure and I like her already. What does that tell you darling?" "You are now in love with her?" Astrid snorted and said he could be such a fool at times. Then his father called from the lounge, "Where are you at with the drinks son?" Father and son were enjoying a beer when Louise arrived in the kitchen with her bag. "Oh hi dear." "Astrid, please don't be angry with me and don't alert the others. I've decided for two reasons to call a cab and will leave within minutes. Please understand I like you and Gregory and I very much like Jack but I have decided I don't like being brought in to do what I have done to Fiona and I'm aware Gregory is not comfortable about me sleeping in his house with Jack so early in our relationship." "But you can..." "I know I can sleep in the guestroom but my problem with elbowing Fiona out in this fashion is that's just not me. I cannot understand why I consented to come here under that arrangement." "I see. Will I'll cooperate and not stand in your way. You are a very unusual woman Louise and if you were my daughter I'd be very proud of you in doing this. In fact I am proud of you. Oh there's the cab now. Kiss me darling and off you go. I will try to avoid declaring the reason for your absence as long as possible." The cabbie said, "Are you sure you want me to take you to Boston. Have you any idea how much that will cost you?" "Here's $150, will that do it including tip?" "That's a little too much." "It's fine. Enjoy the larger tip. Off you go." A quarter of an hour later Louise received a call from Jack. "I can't believe you have done this." "I'm sorry Jack but did your mother say why?" "Yes?" "And can you accept my reasoning and accept my apology for doing this at the eleventh hour instead of when you first suggested it and gave me the reason for it?" "Yes and mom says I must go and visit Fiona in the morning and tell her face-to-face it's over between us although from my point of view nothing ever started. We have never had sex?" "Oh god, I assumed you had. Well just be lovely to her. I suggest you say to her mom and dad that you will be calling in the morning." "They called a few minutes ago to cancel, saying they don't like me and my family any more. What do you think I should do?" "Go over there now and end it as amicably as you can. Just be patience and understanding and expect to be called a total jerk and possibly other shit." "Well I appreciate that. I was in two minds about whether I ought to do that. When will I see you again?" Louse caught her breath. "I wasn't sure you'd want to see me again." "Yes, yes. I sure do." "Then come to lunch tomorrow and stay the night. It's time we go something going but if you don't arrive I'll understand." "I'll go with mom to church in the morning and leave as soon as I return her home." "I'm so happy about that Jack. Just do the right thing. Bye." "Bye sweetheart." When Louise finished the call the cabbie said, "Are you okay?" "Yes and I'm not married so don't think I'm keeping two men apart. I just require my new boyfriend to break it properly with his old girlfriend before he starts up with me." "You know young lady, you give me confidence about the younger generation. Those are good old-fashion values you have expressed to me." "Thank you. Do you have a family?" "Oh yes, wife and I married twenty-seven years ago and we have three children. One is unmarried but bore our first grandchild and... " Next morning Louise awoke with a big question: would she make it to the altar with Jack? She laughed and thought probably. She had this feeling that her abrupt departure last night and her reasons for doing so would have shaken Jack and she felt sure she'd made quite an impression on his mother that she would be urging him to think long and hard about Louise as a long-term partner. Even Gregory might have added his piece. Well if Jack turned up early afternoon she might be facing her future husband. She was keen to make this happen but should avoid rushing Jack headlong into anything. * * * Jack returned home from visiting the Campbell's to find his parent's had waited up for him. "How was it?" Astrid said kissing him. "A bit rugged. Colleen was a real cow and it became clear it was she who'd been forcing the issue. Fiona admitted she'd decided more than a year ago her interest in me was not being returned but her mom kept stoking the fire. After a while Archie brought out a bottle of whisky and Fiona went off to watch TV. So I said to Archie was he going to end his friendship with my mom and dad just over a mismatch that had occurred between Fiona and me? He said he liked that description and the fact I was not pointing a finger at his wife. He said no that normal relations would resume and if Colleen didn't toe the line she would suffer. She said how could he make her suffer and Archie said a good kick up the butt would do for starters. Colleen burst into laugher and then said she'd been an interfering old cow and apologized to me." "Well," Gregory said. "We can now go to sleep knowing we'll awake in the morning aware that it has all been sorted." "Hold on a minute," Astrid said. "What about Louise. No way will I allow you..." "Cool it mom. My thinking if I can really worm myself into becoming Louise's good boy I'll be talking to her about a wedding in the spring." "Oh my good boy," Astrid said, kissing him. Gregory said sternly, "Don't mess this one up son. Go woo that young woman and do a proper job of it. She's the perfect replica of the type of woman I had hoped you'd marry, not those bimbos you've run around with." "I couldn't have expressed that better myself dear," Astrid said. "It's obvious that girl has already made quite an impact on this family." * * * Later that month, Louise and Jack began planning a spring wedding. THE END Thinking of Daddy Just sharing some things i was thinking about my Daddy Dom..... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (11 min/mp3) * * * * * Thinking of Dawn After a long day of work, I love to relax with a nice long bubble bath. Today I am feeling especially naughty. I start the hot water, as steam begins to emerge from the tub I start to undress. I slowly unbutton my jeans. I turn with my back to my full-length mirror and slowly I slide them off my hips revealing my lacey white thong panties. I look over my shoulder, seeing the reflection of my ass with jeans down about mid thigh. "Does she really I have a sexy ass?" I said to myself. "I think I do." Maybe I am just feeling sexy today. I lift my t-shirt over my head, exposing my bra-less breast. My nipples have hardened from the exposure. I Slip out of my panties and slide into my bath. The heat from the steamy water is so relaxing. As I slip blissfully into a sultry state of pure pleasure, I start to tingle all over. Is it the heat from the water slightly stinging my skin? Or is it something else? Oh it is definitely something else. I close my eyes and start to replay the events of last night. I was chatting and posting pictures on my favorite site. I was looking at pictures on my favorite forum, Dawn is so arousing. Just by looking at her make me shudder with excitement. An image emerges from the darkness of my mind, she is sitting on a couch with her legs spread wide exposing her freshly shaven pussy. Oh how I would love to taste her wetness, my tongue parts my lips, I can almost taste her. Without realizing I bring my hands to my face. The tips of my fingernails trace their way down my cheeks onto my neck; I arch my back exposing my breast from the heat of the water. My nipples harden instantly from the frigid air above. As my finger tips glide their way across my collar bone, onto my breast. As my finger tips reach my nipples, a soft moan escapes my lips bringing me back to reality. I step out of the tub and dry off. I crawl upon my bed, close my eyes and start to imagine. Image after image emerges out of the darkness; I start to gently caress my breasts. Gently I squeeze my nipples, rolling them between my thumb and index finger, slightly pulling on them till I start to feel a surge of stimulating energy start flowing through my body. My right hand slowly starts making its way downward, across my stomach and stopping to caress my mound. "Dawn I wish you were here." I say out loud. I spread my legs slightly, Imagining Dawn is caressing me. I can feel her spread my lips apart, while she squeezes my nipples. I let my right hand gently spread my lips apart; my left hand touches my clit for the first time. I feel an instant surge of moisture gather between my lips. I feel the temperature around me start to rise as my pulse quickens. My fingers make circular motions around my clitoris. I can feel the dampness building. By this time my heart is racing and my body is longing more. My fingers slowly start working their way down ward, gliding gracefully through my dampness as they enter inside of me. A gasp of air escapes my mouth as my hips rise to meet my fingers. My hips rise and fall again as, my fingers curl up wards finding my special spot. I slowly pull my fingers free bringing them to my lips. Tracing them with the wetness from my sex, I slide the two fingers into my mouth, savoring the juices from my pussy. "Is this how Dawn's pussy tastes?" I say to my self. Still encircling my clit with my left hand, my pace quickens as I my right hand goes back down for more. First one finger enters me, fast and deep. Then two fingers easily slide deep inside of me. My hips gyrate with every thrust. With my thumb and fore finger, I slightly squeeze my clit. My heart is pounding, as I can feel my climax building. I start to feel a quiver deep inside my stomach; I know that I am close to orgasm. The sweat starts to bead up on my breasts, I squeeze my clit harder. I push my fingers deeper, holding them deep inside. My entire body starts to shake as I am right on the edge; I scream her name "Dawn"! My hips shudder as I explode into an amazing orgasm. As my pleasure subsides I pull my fingers free. I inhale the familiar aroma of pure satisfaction as lick my own cum from my fingers. "I wonder does Dawn ever think of me." Thinking of My Woman She is so sexy. Everything about her makes my pulse race. She hits my brain and my cock with a ferocity I have never felt with anyone else. I love having her on my mind. It is special, and fills me with powerful emotions and thoughts. Her voice oozes with come-on, and her eyes sparkle with seductiveness. She is my wet witch. And the spell she casts is one of desire and womanhood. I love feeling her knickers seep with liquid passion. It is one of the greatest pleasures of my life to put my hand up her skirt and stroke her pouting cunt lips through the material. I get so excited touching her womanly pussy. She tells me at times that it is a real dirty bitch and welcomes all the attention it can get. When she talks like this to me I feel helpless and find it difficult to restrain myself from fucking her. She has told me she loves cock. Loves the feel of it inside her. Her cunt doesn’t seem to have any morals. And when I am touching her I often can’t help thinking about other men who had this pleasure with her. She has told me about them, and so this picture has already been created in my mind for instant recall. She knows she gives me a dirty mind. Heightens all my senses by feeding it with tease. No one does this better than her. I encourage her to do it. But it comes natural to her. She loves me, and I know she would do anything to please me. And I would for her too. We give each other that power and entrust our frailties as well as our strength to each other. We want each other’s approval and smile of satisfaction. But I love her to be hungry and selfish within sex. I like her to get where she wants to go. The look on her face when she is like that is Siren-like and uncompromising. It is perfect. Time can never take that away from her, nor stop me from being set on fire by it. It is a treasure to have a woman who likes to fuck. To have the woman of your dreams who likes to fuck is a mind-blowing treasure. To have the love of your life wanting you to fuck her is a fantasia of reality and pleasure. It is so difficult not to become aroused when I think of her. Even the most mundane thoughts seem to always lead to excitement. As I write this she is in work. She told me how the men employees, tease her about her sex life. She feels their horny eyes on her when she walks by them. Some women might shrink against such banter. But she tells me she doesn’t. That it can even excite her knowing that they are imagining themselves there. I like the fact that she handles it. I don’t want anyone to offend her, but if sexual innuendo is all that goes on then I want her to rise to the occasion. I know what men are like. Their cocks will always get the better of them. The right woman can outwit and certainly out tease any man. I have every confidence in her ability to do this. I like her ego being fed and think it is right to let her mind embrace it. She is at her sexiest when she feels good about herself. It doesn’t necessarily have to come from me. But I always want the final product. I don’t care who makes her horny as long as when she wants action it is with me. This is one of the reasons why I get so aroused when she goes out to a nightclub without me. Whether she would fully admit it or not, she must at times get a rush being beyond my reach, and being seen as a single woman. She told me it was her friend who got all the attention the last time she was out. To say I find that very hard to believe is an understatement. Nonetheless it is what she told me and I do believe her. I believe her because she has usually told me the times when she has been flirtitious. This honesty is a big thing with me. I find it sexy that she will tell me the truth. When the time comes and I am living with her, it is going to be so important that she can still be herself. If a night has been planned out with the girls I will want her to dress sexily. I know I will pine for her when she is out and wonder what she is up to, but I think we will need to keep this in our lives. I fantasise about her coming in slightly drunk and a little tousled from the nights proceedings. The first thing I would do is stand up and kiss her and then slip my hand between her legs to feel her pussy. I would love it if it were already wet. More than anything I would want her to know how much I missed her. I want her to be happy she is home, but also hope that she had a great night. An exciting one. If she was chatted up and got closer than perhaps she should of, on the dance floor with someone then that is fine. As long as she enjoyed it. I like her existing within her own womanhood. I don’t want to be a shackle to her excitement. I trust her. I want her to feel excited that she has a man like me. That she lives with a man like me. I trust her not to go too far with any attention she might get from other men. But there is nothing wrong with her enjoying it and even playing up to it a little. If she didn’t have that then perhaps I wouldn’t fancy her as much myself. I need my sexy woman. Her breasts and body have become fuller since she gave up smoking a year ago and she loves it. I think it’s fucking great that having bigger tits have gave her so much added confidence. I know that she loves men looking at them. Even when I am sitting with her she pushes them out. She is not frightened to give someone an eyeful. Sometimes I even get the impression she would love to start massaging them no matter where we are. I love seeing her like that. A woman feeling sexy and happy about herself. I’m the one who gets to suck those big nipples of hers and she has every reason to be proud of them. Mmmmm just thinking about us on her leather sofa the last time. Her juicy wet cunt lowered on to my cock and her luscious tits being sucked and licked by my tongue and lips. Oh my what a hot sexy bitch she is… I am so fucking horny thinking about her. I ‘m going to have to go and masturbate. It doesn’t compare with the real thing …but will have to do for now…I wonder if she will masturbate this evening too? Do you think she will mind me pulling the cock of myself thinking about her? I certainly don’t mind her rubbing her clit with dirty thoughts in her head. I hope she gets herself real juicy. …I’m definatley going to have to get her a big dildo to make sure she doesn’t crave too much for the real thing while I am not there. Fuck that is exciting too. Watching her work a big wank stick between those lips. I hope she never changes. An ongoing diary that I use to feel close to my woman when we are apart Thinking of Rimming and Riding You One morning, I felt so damn naughty...I've been dreaming of tongue-fucking you and then riding your cock afterwards. So, just let my tongue wander a little further. If you're a good boy, I'll get on top and fuck you hard. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8 min/mp3) * * * * * Thinking of You I am rubbing my tits, twisting and pinching, and thinking of you. Pulling my nipple rings, little fingers through them, thinking of you. I am plunging a finger in and out of my cunt, thinking of you. Now, two, then three. Unable to fist myself, but thinking of you, who can. Licking my sex-slick, closing my eyes, smelling my odours - created by thinking of you. I am wearing your rugby top. The one you wore in the all-state women's finals. I can smell your earthy sweat. I can see you scoring the winning try. I am humping my hand, thinking of you. My labia and clit rings make impressions on my hand and make me remember the delight of you flick-flick-flicking them with your tongue, gripping them between your teeth, tugging gently, then roughly. I mount our favourite dildo, thinking of how we played with it together. Thinking of you: Girlcock strapped on. Leather harness. Me. You. Us. Fucking. I bounce up and down on it, and close my eyes, throw back my head, thinking of you. I thrust my toy-filled cunt into a firm pillow, and push a fist onto my clit thru the pillow. And all the while I think of you. I look in the double-mirror and see reflected the tattoo across my ass that makes me think of you as you traced the tiger's tail into my crack. I see reflected my short back and sides, my black bangs flopping over my forehead and I feel your firm fingertips tracing the nape of my neck, making me shudder as your fingertips stroke the shaven bristles. Licking the length of the rambling tendril-rose tattoo across my neck and shoulders. I feel you pulling me closer to you. And all the while I think of you. It has been agony since you left. Since that moment all I have done is think of you. Every waking moment the air is filled with your scent, my mind imagines your voice, your touch, your breath, your voice. Your tits, your clit, your cunt, your firm thighs wound around my head, your tongue in all my cavities, your rugby-handling hands clamping my wrists. FuckSuckLickFlickClitCunt words breathing in my ear. I wonder if you think of me as you go about your work. Are you distracted by memories of drawing my nipples into your full, soft mouth, and the feel on your tongue as they stiffen and swell? Do you dwell on thoughts of my cunt, swollen and slick with your saliva, mingling with my fuck juice? Does a smile dance across your lips as your recall the toybox and the games we played? My box and your play within it? Filling my ass? Do you run your hand across your crewcut, and get wet at the thought of me holding the vibrating clippers against your scalp, running it up your nape and around your ears? Do you know I am wearing your unwashed jersey - the one impregnated with your sweat and smell? Do you have a suspicion that I have kept your used nickers wadded so I can sniff the juice-stiffened crotch? Of course, before we met, I knew your reputation well. Your brilliance on the sporting field meant the media discretely avert their gaze. Unstated, but obvious dyke. Your captaincy of the national hockey team to Olympic gold, your subsequent career as coach and occasional commentator, your love of women's rugby were all well documented. Your military-short hair, your muscular physique and your dykey gait made you an icon and figure of lust amongst all the girls. Femmes, and bois like me, dreamt of your touch; dom butch dykes wondered who would come off best in an arm-wrestle! Once I dreamt of you running me down in a tackle on the rugby field. In the way of dreams I wasn't wearing any underwear, and as I fell to the ground, your arms gripping my legs, one hand found its way towards my ass, which you cupped, hooking your index finger underneath and pressing my clit. As I struggled up from the tackle, your finger ran along my labia, and pressed momentarily into my cunt. It has been twenty-four hours since I stood in for your flu-bed-bound barber before the Grand Final game of the season. One hour before each match you have a locker-room head-shave. Twenty one hours since I joined the victory celebrations. Sixteen hours since you clasped me tight and led me to your bed. Fifteen hours and thirty minutes since my first cum with you. Four hours since you left for media calls and said "Stay!" Two hours until your promised return. Time, at last, to drift into a dream-soaked sleep. Thinking of you I couldn’t sleep. I had been tossing and turning for the last two hours and needed to do something. You were at your home, asleep, preparing for a new day. I kept thinking of you in bed, probably naked with the covers only half covering your lower body. I really wanted to drive out there to you, sneak in the house, and please you in the most delightful ways. I thought about the different things I wanted to do to you. I wanted to sneak in through the back and quietly tip toe into your room. I wanted to watch you and slowly peel the blanket off of you and stare at your large cock and balls until you rolled in a position were I could suck you off. I couldn’t take the thoughts anymore. I was hot and wet and aching for love. I slipped my hand under my large comforter and glided it between my skin and charcoal Victoria Secrets bikini cut panties. I thought more of sucking you off as I slowly massaged my swelling clit. I was so needy that I could feel my first orgasm approach within seconds of my gentle rubbing. I had to stop for seconds because I didn’t want my roommate to wake up and realize what I was doing. Her religious lifestyle probably wouldn’t condone self-satisfaction. I adjusted to my side so I could muffle my moans in one of my overstuffed pillows and went back to work. I could feel a slow trickle of my juices down my thigh as I increased my speed. My clit was not completely swollen and I didn’t want to cum just yet so I slipped my hand down further and inserted one finger into my pussy. It was sopping wet and the slight stimulation of my finger just wasn’t enough. I silently crawled out of bed and walked over to my dresser. J had allowed me to bring one of my toys back to school with me. I was thankful for it now. I dug in the bottom drawer under my heavy sweatshirts and pulled out my large purple jelly stix. J had actually bought it as a part of an anal beginners kit that came with three different sized stixs, lube, and a vibrating tool. The purple one was the largest of the three and one of my favorite toys. J had only used the purple one a couple of times in my ass, but more often fucked my pussy with it. His most favorite thing to do was to insert it into my pussy with a smaller one in my ass and have me dress and wear them wherever I went. The very reason I had the purple one was because he wanted me to wear it on a trip back up to school. It was a complete turn on, but unfortunately I didn’t get much of a chance to use it with my roommate coming in whenever she did. But now was a different story. She was asleep and usually stayed dead to the world. I headed back to my bed and snuggled back into the covers. I couldn’t wait to fuck myself. I licked the stix all over, sucking on it as I pulled my panties off. I then moved it down between my legs and slowly inserted the large dick contoured stix up my tight hole. I thought I nearly had woken my roommate with the deep moan I let out. I was slowly becoming more and more satisfied with every twisting moment. I thought more about J, laying naked, allowing me to get off on his large cock. The stix was nothing compared to his large cock. The more I thought about J’s cock the more I wanted it, and not just in my pussy. I really loved it when he would fuck my ass. Smiling I slowly tugged the stix out of my pussy and sucked my juices off of it and covered it with my saliva. Without hesitation I positioned it at my asshole and slowly shoved it in. Being so use to the size of J’s cock taking the jelly stix was almost a piece of cake. My hole was still tight though, and it still took a bit of effort but it was all worth it when I had it up my ass to the base. I gyrated my hips in every direction, moving the stix in many different ways, causing me to cum all over my legs and my sheets. I made my ass suck the stix as my hand went back to work on my pussy. I could feel the stix up my ass through the wall of my pussy that separated it from my ass. It was sensational and even more of a turn on than before. God I wanted J to be there, or at least to be able to watch it. It felt so good to get off. I came over and over again only wishing that it could have been J to satisfy me like that. He could do an even better job of it than I could. Thinking of him fucking me made me cum so hard that the stix slipped out of my ass with a pop. It flopped on the bed and I let all of my juices flow. It was a nice release and I was quite worn out. I grabbed the stick and shoved it in one of my pillowcases and moved a large blanket over my wet spots. Being so worn out I fell right to sleeping thinking about you. Thinking of You As I go upstairs to get ready for bed, I think of the letter that you wrote to me about our first night together. I undress slowly, thinking of you. I finally stand dressed only in my underwear, thinking of you. I remember the look on your face when you finally saw me naked; the desire in your eyes still stirs me. I slip my hand between my legs and realized that thinking of you has made wet and horny. I slide a finger in my hot wet pussy and pretend that it is your hand touching me. I tremble as I feel an orgasm building. I lightly touch my clitoris and shake harder. I realize that I need to sit down or I will fall to the floor. I crawl into my bed and take my underwear off. I lie there touching myself, two fingers sliding slowly in and out of my pussy and my other hand lightly rubbing my clitoris. I begin to dream of our night together. Thinking of you, my hands move faster and faster. I moan long and loud; I begin to come again and again. My hands slow down and I relax into my bed sighing deeply, missing you, wanting you. I lie there thinking of you. Then I remember that there was another way for me to get off. Maybe this would work even better than my hands. I reach into my drawer and pull out the vibrator that you got for me. I look at it and realize that it almost the same size as your cock – 7+ inches and 5 inches around. I turn it on and listen to it hum. I feel the vibration in my hand and wonder what it will feel like when I rub it against my crotch. Thinking of it makes me quiver. Thinking of you makes me wetter. I can feel the moisture dripping down over my asshole. I smile as I remember how you like to play with my ass and slide your wet fingers into my asshole. I moan as I dream about it. I set the vibrator on medium. I slide it around my breasts. When it runs over my nipples, I inhale suddenly. It feels odd but good. I slide down it towards my crotch. My hips arch up to meet it. The vibrator reaches my pubic hair. Mmmmm, I moan. I feel myself getting even wetter. Thinking of you, my head thrashes back and forth. It reaches my clitoris; it startles me; it feels so good. I think this would even better if I could talk to you while I'm doing this. I reach for the phone and call you. But I drop the phone as I find an even better place for my toy. I pick up the phone; you answer. I tell you that I am lying naked in bed, wet, horny, with the vibrator pressed firmly against my clitoris. You tell me to slide the toy down and enjoy the sensations everywhere. I moan into the phone. You tell that you are naked now with your hands massaging your large hard cock. You moan back at me. I slide the toy down over my pussy trembling with the feeling it is driving through my body. I feel it over my asshole and I rub around it. I scream as I orgasm from it pressing on the rim of my asshole. I hear you moan in my ear. You tell me how horny I am making you. I smile in the dark and giggle and moan. I tell you to relax; there's more to come (Ha! Ha! Ha!). I bring the vibrator up and slide it into my hot, waiting pussy. Oh my god! That feels unbelievable! I scream incoherently into the phone as I slide the vibrator in and out of my twat. I turn the toy on high and hold it all the way into my pussy. I rub my clit with my other hand and I tell you that a monster orgasm is on its way. I start ramming the toy in and out of my pussy as fast as I can. My pussy starts to squeeze harder and harder. My body arches off the bed and I scream into the phone, "I'm fucking coming…Oh my god…" My breathing is ragged. My arms ache from working so hard, but I can't stop. I'm coming harder and harder. I hear your breathing matching mine. I scream and moan at the top of my lungs. I feel like I am going to burst. When it hits, it is absolutely incredible. I cannot describe it. I hear you moan on the phone as you come just after me. You tell that I am awesome and thank me for sharing this with you. You whisper to me that you love me. I respond with "I love you too." We hang up. I turn the vibrator off and put it back in its drawer. Shakily I stand up, put my underwear. I pull my jammers out of the drawer and slip them on. I crawl into bed and fall quickly asleep thinking of you. Thinking of You To Steve with lust, thank you for being my muse and my inspiration and the reason for the occasional writers block. What would I do without you? **********888 I’m laying across my bed and thinking of you. My hand slips down my red silk and lace thong. I’m thinking of how you’re probably doing the same thing I am, as I slip my eager fingers between my warm, wet fold. I easily find my clit and send waves of pleasure up and down my spine. I think of the way you make me feel when you wrap your arms around me from behind and suck on my neck. It sends shivers up and down my spine when you do that. I move my hand back and forth a little faster. I think of the way you held your hands over my belly so I could feel your heat and get hotter. I moan and wish that you were in my bed with me. I roll over and wish I could call you. I know you have to be up in a few hours and it’s not right that I call you just because I want sex. Since I met you, I’ve become a nymphomaniac. I can’t get enough of you. Even just hearing your voice gets me hot. The thought of you stroking yourself to the thoughts of me makes me hotter. I reach over into the drawer of my nightstand and take out my vibrator. I lick it and wish it was you. I love your warm, hard cock in my mouth. I liked to suck dick before I met you, but there’s something about sucking you off that drives me crazy. I think of your moaning as I go down on you and smile. I turn on the toy and place it on my nipple. The vibrations rock through my breast and make me wetter. I run the tip down my belly and find my wet spot. A few strokes over my clit and I’m moaning your name. I move it back and forth a little faster and feel the first blasts of pleasure explode in my pussy. The closer I get to orgasm, the more synonymous your name and God’s become. I scream both names as I cum hard. I feel my release drip down the crack of my ass. I put the vibe to my lips and lick off my cum. I slide the pulsing vibe between my thighs again and slide it in my dripping wet pussy. I wish for a moment it was you. You fill me better than my toy. I slide the toy in and out, faster and faster with each stroke. I tighten my box around the toy just the way you like it when we make love. The friction feels divine as I think of you slamming your rock hard cock into me. As good as this feels, I still feel the need to have you between my legs and slamming into me. I love how deep you can get inside me. You hit all the right spots. I love it when you spank me and tell me how bad I am. I think of what I want to do to you the next time we make love as I continue to slide my toy in and out. I want you from behind. I want to see how deep you can get inside me. I want to watch us make love in the mirror at the foot of the bed. I want you to smack my ass and call me your little fuck bitch. I want you to treat me like the bad girl I am. I want to be your submissive little fuck bitch, sucking you off at your command. I get closer to cumming again as I think of you filming me going down on you. I want to be your personal porn star. I laugh as I think of how you wanted me to give blowjobs as a fundraiser for your firehouse. Silly rabbit. I only turn tricks for you. You’ve spoiled me for other guys. Even my toy and the shower massage aren’t hitting the spot anymore since I met you. I speed up the motions between my legs and I feel rockets going off in my pussy. My thighs shake violently as I cum again. I ride the roller coaster of orgasm until I fall asleep finally. I wake up a couple hours later to the phone ringing. I look at the time and figure it’s you calling since no one else would call me at that ungodly hour. It seems you want to go to work with a smile on your face, so I pull on a pair of shorts and a pair of sneakers. I grab my keys and my wallet and head over to your place. Just enough time for a quickie before you start your day and brag to the guys at work the amazing sex you had for breakfast. Thinking of You She had been anticipating this all day. The little game that she and her lover were playing long-distance was maddening in some ways. All during the conference today she had found her mind wandering back to the envelope with the piece of paper that she had opened this morning "Masturbate to orgasm." It was an easy command to follow but the fact that she was being "dared" to do it made it seem like an order, which was exciting in itself. Her lover had thoughtfully provided some aids, a vibrator, lube and vibrating nipple clamps and now, after letting him know that she was ready, she had hung up the phone and prepared to fulfill the dare. Some women masturbate daily or frequently but she wasn't like that. She found her release through sex and solo flights of fantasy were not how she chose to spend her time when she was alone. She glanced over at her laptop glowing invitingly at her from the hotel bed. She would get back to it soon enough but the dare was calling and the anticipation had been building all day and she was actually really looking forward to this. She thought about her lover and smiled at the thought of him going to all the trouble to set up the game so that they could exchange sexual banter across the miles and she couldn't wait to get home and work off some sexual tension. Well he knew what she was doing now so that would have to do until the weekend. The wine at dinner had been good and she sighed and allowed the warm feeling in her stomach to spread outward. She was very relaxed and very excited as she shrugged her shoulders out of her dress and let it drop to the floor. Her bra and panties soon followed and now, naked she moved across the spacious room toward the curtained windows. The chill of the room air-conditioning raised goose bumps on her skin as she walked. She was sure she wouldn't be cold for long…. She knelt on the wide loveseat and slid the curtain partially open so that she could admire the view. He hotel room was at a popular ski lodge and her window overlooked a vast mountain panorama framed by a brilliant sea of stars. She sighed regretfully that she didn't have this view at home where the city lights washed out the night sky. She loved looking at the stars and here, instead of city lights it was the stars themselves that filled the sky with light. She wished her lover could be here to see this. As she stared out at the night sky she wondered if anyone could see her from the window. It was true that she didn't have lots of lights on but she knew that she was illuminated from behind and that anyone looking up at her window would at least see her silhouette and if they looked hard enough they might see the tips of her hardened nipples straining outward from her breasts. She left the curtains partially open so that she could see the stars as she settled herself into the soft pillows with the southwestern motif. It was time. Her pussy sent a twinge through her as she brought her fingers up and gently slid them over her sensitive breasts. She inhaled deeply as she pinched her nipples and felt them harden even more. Her hands continued their journey down her body until they reached the hotness between her legs. She splayed her legs out across the cushions and immediately thought of her lover. He loved to see her spread her legs and he would have loved this tableau. She stretched languorously and ran her finger over her pussy lips, dipping into the folds to feel her own moisture. She smiled to herself. Not sure I need the lube. She reached for the bottle anyway and dribbled the cold liquid onto her clit. The touch of the cold droplets as they slid between her legs caused her to involuntarily gasp. She added more drops until she felt the tiny rivulets of lube slide down past her pussy into the crack of her ass. She added a few drops to her fingers and tossed the bottle on the floor near the fireplace. She would have loved a fire but it was midsummer and besides there was enough heat between her legs to keep her warm. The chill of the room was definitely gone. Her fingers spread some of the lube on her aching nipples and then returned to her pussy. She traced the outer edges of her pussy lips with both hands and then wandered down past her moist hole to lightly tap at her tight anus, now awash in the lube that had pooled there. She left her fingers there momentarily, concentrating on the feelings that coursed through her body. It was only within the last year that she and her lover had really begun to explore anal sex and to her great surprise she found that she really enjoyed it. Her lover lavished a lot of attention on her ass, which she found exciting and sometimes a little annoying. She enjoyed the feelings he gave her as he fingered and tongued and fucked her ass but she was content to leave that part for him. She decided to leave her tight anus for her lover when she got home. A twinge from her aching nipples signaled that they needed attention. She took the nipple clamps and adjusted them to firmly squeeze the hardened tips giving her that delightful mix of pleasure and pain. She turned the vibrators on low and surrendered herself to the buzzing sensations that radiated out from her breasts. Through half closed eyes, she lay back on the pillow and settled both hands between her legs, lightly resting the edges of her fingers along the lips of her well lubed pussy and clit. She stared through the half-open curtains as her nipples sent out waves of pleasure. The stars twinkled back at her, naked, bathed in the soft light of the room and the glowing night sky. As she reveled in the sensation, she thought of her lover. He knew she was here and what she was doing. She imagined him, naked, on the bed, lightly stroking his hard cock. In her mind's eye she saw the tiny droplets of cum oozing out of the head and lazily dripping down the hard throbbing shaft. She involuntarily licked her lips, wishing she could taste it or feel it between her legs. She reached for the tiny vibrator that her lover had provided and turned it on. Its vibration was a little more intense than she normally liked but that didn't stop her from touching the tip to her inner thigh near her clit. She traced her other finger lightly over her clit as the vibrator traced the edges of her well-lubed pussy. She slid it down and placed the tip against her pussy hole and she could almost feel the flesh envelop the tip and try to suck it deeper. She didn't have much to work with but she used what she had and pushed the entire vibrator into her ravenous hole. She pushed it in so far she almost lost it as her slippery fingers slipped off of the end. Now the buzzing sensations emanating from her breasts were competing with the buzzing between her legs. The waves of sensation drummed an incessant tattoo of feeling against her clit. Her fingers formed a V and stoked her upraised clit from the outside while the vibrator tickled her insides. Her hot juices mixed with the lube and she felt that she was almost swimming in liquid. The juices from her pussy were not pouring out to join the lube between her ass cheeks. She worried briefly about the cushions under her but then put the thought out of her mind and concentrated on her impending orgasm. The sensations grew. Her fingers scrabbled desperately to hold onto the vibrator and still push it as deep as possible into her hot center. Moments later, the feelings scaled upward, out of control. She felt her calves tighten and her toes curl as her orgasm approached. The stars watched. Her lover's cock, miles away, was shiny with cum. His hand rapidly pumping it. She rubbed her clit insistently and then moaned aloud into the empty hotel room as her climax overtook her thoughts. The twinkle of the stars became a stab of light and shudders of pleasure washed over her twitching body. Her nipples throbbed in an agony of pleasure. She pushed the vibrator as deep as it would go and concentrated on the sensation. Who says size doesn't matter, she smirked to herself. Miles away, The wave passed and small jolts of pleasure followed. She pressed her fingers into her wetness and enjoyed the aftershocks. Now the vibrations were too intense. She turned off the vibrator and dialed off the nipple clamps. As she released the nipple clamps she gasped as the blood flowed back into her aching breasts. The feeling set off another tiny orgasm and she shuddered through that one with the vibrator pressed hard between her legs. Finally, the tide of feelings ebbed. She lay still for several moments. Finally, on unsteady legs she stood up. Momentarily she was totally exposed to any watching eyes at her window. She slid the curtains closed. She walked to the bed and saw an email from her lover. "Hope it was fun. Sleep well." She smiled. Not as much fun as being with you but pretty darn exciting. She reached for the phone….. Thinking of You Lying here today in between doing the laundry, working on the computer and reading the paper, I laid back on my bed with no one around and grabbed that book of bedtime erotica I bought but haven't really got to read. I long for you so much that sometimes it gets to be so hard to keep from touching myself that I have to always keep an eye on the door to make sure no one is coming in. But that just makes the experience so much more desirable and the craving for you get even hotter. You just told me about that special place we would always visit every week. One time we just got crazy and wanted so much to make love to one another we just did it. You reminded me how hot it was to ride that toy between my legs. And it was hot. And it was sensual. You have such a drive, a passion. You crave it. So I lay there in the quiet of room with only the static of the football game through my headphones and the traffic outside my hostel breaking some silence. I started reading some stories that just made me think wow why can't I be more like that? Have that passion, drive, and desire. As I do my hands slowly start to rub my cock. I haven't fully undressed fearing a walk-in from an unsuspecting neighbor. Cannot remember if I locked the door but by this point it was beyond my reach or desire to lock the door. I closed my eyes and thought of me wanting you. Wanting truly to say let me make love you to you. Taking you in my arms and slowly kissing you. Letting my hands wander over you. Wanting to undress you. Slowly sliding your shirt off to reveal your large beautiful tits. Undoing your bra and letting it slide down your shoulders while I want to take your nipples in my mouth. You sigh and moan and tell me oh fuck it feels so good. I slide your pants down, panties and all. I can see the glistening of your sweet snatch being wet with desire. It was if you wanted me so badly to do that and now that I am the desire is becoming more and more for me to touch you there. My finger slides slowly between the V and as it rubs along your swollen clit, you gasp. I do it again, and you gasp even louder. Your hands begin to touch my cock, undoing the belt of my jeans and unzipping my pants. By now I am laying there in the bed and my hand slides under my jeans to finger my cock. God I hope no one walks in. I start to unzip mine, to free myself and to make it easier to rub. By now you are rubbing my cock whispering "do to me what I love you do." But I surprise you this time. I kneel down and get my tongue between your legs while you are standing, backed against a wall. You always have loved when I flicked my tongue and buried my face between your legs and licked every sweet drop of juice from you, gently nibbling your clit and sucking it deep into my mouth. But you've never felt it this way and for some pleasurable reason the feelings are just so overwhelming. You get louder and louder in your moaning. You get out "fuck me babe. Suck that clit baby." My hands grip your sweet ass cheeks as I bury my face deeper and lick your clit harder and faster. I feel you pushing me deeper into your cunt, letting my tongue lick your hole. By now the orgasms are starting to take over you. You simply don't want me to stop. And they're more and more and more intense than you have ever felt before. But soon you beg me to stop. As I come up for air, with my face drenched in your sweet sex, you passionately kiss me. I have never seen you this way and I love it. Your hand by now has my small but swollen cock in it. My hand now is rubbing my cock, and yes while I know it isn't has hard as I want it to be and I want so badly to have inside of you, it is throbbing for wanting to release the pent up frustrations of not having you and I be together in bed enjoying one another. You have me in your hand and I feel the tightness of it around my swollen cock pulling at it and finding that spot below my balls that just drives me nuts. OH FUCK you hit that spot. I start stroking for you and you rub that male G spot so well. "Come on baby, give me that cock," you say in that demanding passionate voice. My rubbing gets faster and I can feel it building inside of me. Come on baby that's it cum for me. Cum for me. By this time I am cumming both in my dream and for real. And it's as intense as ever. But as I come to, I know you are not there. And again I only hope that someday soon this is not just a fantasy. Thinking of You As I drift off to sleep I'm remembering our lovemaking from earlier in the day.... I'd just got back from an interstate business trip and I remember how you greeted me at the front door. You were wearing your favourite summer dress. Little did I know you were naked underneath. You threw your arms around my neck and kissed me hard your tongue pushing hard against mine. You smell fantastic, you're wearing you favourite perfume. You reach for my tie and grab hold of it pulling more through the door way. I somehow manage to shut the door behind me as you drag me to the couch pushing me down on to it. You straddle my lap, and pull my tie off before ripping open my shirt. It was your favourite, and I wore it today just for you. Your fingers dance over my chest, and I enjoy your soft touch, as you start to kiss my neck, planting soft kisses down to my nipples. You know I love it when you do that, especially when you bite them, first one then the other. I feel your hand moving down my body caressing my thigh before brushing over the bulge in my pants. You place your hand firmly on my cock and squeeze hard. You look up at me with that sexy smile of yours and I smile at you, My cock is hard for you, and you know it. My hands are caressing your body, and I can hear your breathing quicken. My hands reach your firm ass and I give you a little squeeze. You have such a fantastic ass, and I could go on squeezing it for days. My hands caress your thighs and I slide them up under your dress so I can feel your ass. I smile to myself as I relies you are not wearing any panties. I slide my hand around so I can feel your sweet pussy. My god you're wet. I tease your inner thigh, before brushing my hand over your pussy, which you have shaved completely. You know I like it like that, all soft and smooth and I can't wait to taste it. My fingers find your clitoris, which is stiff, and I can feel you shuddering as I tease and caress it. You have managed to undo my trousers and work you hand into them. You are surprised to feel my naked hardness, as I decided not wear any boxers today. I can feel your soft hand begin stoking my big hard cock., which is too big for you to wrap your hand around completely. I love it when you do that, and you know just how to tease me right. I stop playing with your pussy, and for a moment you are disappointed. I grab your dress and pull it up over your head, exposing your now fully naked body. Your breasts are amazing, so round and full. I reach out with my hands so I can touch them. I caress them gently as I tweak one of your nipples, which are now fully aroused. I lean up and kiss you hard, at the same time massaging your breasts. I then begin kissing your neck, before making my way down to your breasts, first one then the other, sucking and nibbling on your nipples as I go, my hands caressing your body before I reach your hot pussy. Your breathing quickens and you gasp as I push my finger into your pussy. My god you are so tight. I can feel the walls of your pussy pulsing around my finger, I push another finger into you and this makes you gasp louder. My thumb finds your clit, and I rub it gently, while I finger fuck your pussy. Your eyes are shut and you are in total bliss. I can sense that you are close to cumming. Your breathing is getting quicker and you begin to grind your pussy onto my hand. I work my fingers into you faster and faster, and I know you are close. I push you over the edge, and you scream out my name as your orgasm rushes through you. You open you eyes, as you cum. I like to watch you when you cum, and I know you like it too. You reach up and kiss me, as my fingers slide from your twitching pussy. You are still breathing quickly as you climb off me. You reach for my shoes and pull them off, before ripping my trousers off. You are on your knees and you push my legs apart. Hungrily you reach for my cock, with one hand massaging my balls with the other. You work my cock into a frenzy, and it is rock hard. I love watching you play with my cock. It's all yours to suck and fuck. You look into my eyes and lick your lips. Holding my cock with your hand you gently kiss my inner thighs, teasing me immensely. I can feel your hot breath on my balls. I shut my eyes as I'm in heaven. I can feel your tongue as you gently flick it against my balls. You start to lick my hard shaft, your tongue sliding up and down the entire length. You gently lick the head, and I can fell my cock twitch. You continue circling the head with your tongue while stroking it with your hand. I open my eyes in time to watch as you swallow it whole. You look into my eyes as you start to suck, taking is as much of me into your mouth as you can. I love it when you suck my cock. That's it baby suck my cock!. You are amazing as your work your mouth up and down my cock. I can feel my balls tingling and I know I can't hold on much longer. You start sucking harder and faster, knowing you're about to push me over the edge. I can feel my cum rising and my hips start to buck. Not knowing if you want me to cum in your mouth I try to pull my cock out. You slap my thigh in protest and push yourself further on to my cock. I'm cuming and I feel my hot load shoot into your waiting mouth. My god I love you so much. My cum starts to dribble from the corner of your mouth and I can see your throat working hard as you try and swallow as much of my cum as you can. I am spent as I watch you lick my cock clean, licking your lips to make sure you get it all. I pull you up to me so I can kiss you. I want to taste what you taste. Wanting to return the favour I push you onto your back and kiss my way down your body. I want to taste your cum as I lick your clit, sucking it into my mouth you gasp. You like it when I do that. Your pussy is on fire and your juices are gushing out of you, and I lap them up eagerly. I push my tongue deep into your pussy and swirl my tongue around enjoying the sweet taste of you. With one hand I reach up to grab your breasts, feeling your heart beat at the same time. You start to breath faster and faster and your heart is beating faster too so I know you're nearing another orgasm. You push my head down into your pussy with your hands, pushing my tongue deeper into you. I pause for a second and my tongue flicks your anus, you gasp as my tongue works around it before I push it in. I push a finger into your pussy lubricating it with your juices. As I lick your pussy again I push my finger in to your ass, making you squeal. You're about to cum and you wrap your legs around my head, my mouth clamped on your pussy like we are one, my finger probing your tight asshole. You start to cum and you squeeze your legs harder, your anal muscles clenching around my finger as drink the juices flowing from you. I've never seen you cum this hard before, as you thrash about, your orgasm flowing though your entire body. I loved every moment of your ecstasy and it pleased and excited me so much that I became hard again and let you know by kissing my way back up to your breasts again on my way to your lovely lips. As the tip of my cock touched your clit, I kiss you fully on you mouth and push into you down below, breathing and becoming one with you. I move slowly at first, in and out, going deeper with each stroke as your juices help lubricate me. When I am all the way in I rest for a second, letting you feel me throb inside you. I kiss you again, and can't believe how good it feels as I quicken my pace. As the pressure begins to build inside me, you stop and tell me that you want me to take you from behind. Excitedly I slip out of you and help turn you over on to you knees. You grab hold of the arm of the couch to brace yourself. I move to where you want me and enter your steaming pussy, slamming in to the hilt, pulling almost all the way out, then ramming into again. You groan.'Oh yes. Do it to me harder, fuck my pussy,..harder. I continue pumping into your swollen pussy for as long as I can stand it. Finally I stiffen and shoot my hot juice into. Knowing that you like to have my cock in your ass, I pull out and let the last spurts of cum land on your ass hole. I am still hard as I press against you. I hear moaning, but I'm not sure if it coming from you or me. Just as I'm about to enter you, you push back, impaling your ass hole on my rigid cock. I feel you muscles squeezing, engulfing my shaft. The sensations are way too much for me, and losing control again I release myself into your loving depths. We both collapse on the couch, catching our breath. After a while we retreat to the shower then back to the bedroom, to continue our lovemaking before falling asleep in each others arms. Thinking of You I was lying in bed a little while ago and I just couldn't get you out of my head. I want you to be here so badly. I could feel you lying down next to me, spooning kind of. Your hands roaming down the side of my body, skimming the side of my breast, tickling my stomach a little, down to my hip and you kind of grab my ass a little before moving back up. You kiss my shoulder and then my neck, I turn my head a little and my mouth finds yours. At first you bite my bottom lip a little and my mouth opens, allowing your tongue to move against mine. Your hand is running over my tits, rolling my nipples in between your fingers as we continue to kiss. I turn my body now so I'm kind of underneath you and our kiss deepens more and your hand starts moving lower on my body. My hands move to your hair and to your back as your mouth leaves mine and starts to follow the path your hand lead. First you kiss down my neck to my collar bone, down to my breast. You suck on one of my nipples, twirling your tongue around it making me moan and then pulling it between your teeth a little until you move to the other one to do the same thing. Then you move further down, kissing down the valley of my breasts, down my stomach, to my hip bone. Your hands are on my hips and my ass as you kiss and suck all around my pussy. You can feel the warmth radiating from in between my legs and even as I buck up towards you, you don't touch my pussy. Just teasing me around it until I beg you. Finally you decide to give in and you start to lick and suck at my pussy. You bring one of your hands back up to my tits and squeeze them as your other hand moves over to my pussy and you enter a finger and your tongue flicks my clit. Then you add another finger and pump a little faster and then another and still faster. As your fingers and mouth fuck my soaking wet pussy I'm wriggling around and moaning like crazy. It feels so amazing to have you touching me. As you build up your pace, the pressure builds up and my pussy walls start to convulse around your fingers and your tongue doesn't let up. My back arches up and your hand that's been playing with my tits moves up towards my throat and back down my stomach, down to my hip holding me closer to you as you continue eating me out as I cum. You continue licking at my pussy until the end of my orgasm. Then you move back up my body and you kiss me, letting me taste myself. I feel your hard cock pressed against me and I move more under you pushing my hips up towards you. You settle yourself more in between my legs and you can feel the wet, hot heat from my pussy against your dick. You keep kissing me as you enter me slowly and I moan into your mouth as you slide in inch by inch. You start fucking me slowly at first, pulling almost all the way and then all the way back in. With each thrust you start fucking me harder and faster. My legs wrap around you and one of my hands grip at your shoulder as the other rakes against your back as your head lowers to my neck and my tits, sucking and biting, marking me. I'm moaning more now and louder, saying your name. You kiss me again, our wet tongues fighting for dominance as our hips buck at each other. All you can hear is the slap of our skin and moaning and all you can smell is the smell of sex and it fuels us on more. You roll us over so now I'm on top of you. I straddle you and the new position allows you to be deeper inside of me and we both moan. It feels incredible. As I rock back and forth on top of you, you hold my hips and you lie back for a while and just watch. You watch your cock slide in and out of my wet pussy. You watch me grab the wall for leverage and throw my head back in ecstasy. You watch me fuck you. You watch as my tits bounce with me as I ride you. Then you slide one of your hands up and squeeze and rub my tits as your other moves between us and finds my clit. You rub at it and start to bring me to edge again. As I start to shudder around you, you sit up and wrap your arm around my lower back, pressing me against you and you kiss me hard, thrusting your hips up to me as I ride you. When we break apart you tell me that you're going to cum soon. You lie back down and I get off of you to kneel in between your legs. I take your hard cock into my mouth and suck it hard. My tongue twirls around, tasting all of you and myself. One of my hands start to massage your balls and I wrap the other around your dick. Sliding it up and down along with my lips wrapped around or cock. One of your hands move to my hair and you pull it a little and then press my head down to take all of you in my mouth. I take you completely willingly as you bury yourself deep inside and cum load after load in my mouth. I suck your cock until you go soft in my mouth... Thinking of You This is just a little gift I left in my baby's lunchbox so he would have to think of me for the rest of his shift. Partly true and partly fiction, either way, it had the desired effect. You definitely wouldn't want to do it very often or the novelty would wear off but it is sure fun to know that his work buddies will be wondering what that goofy grin is all about! * I've been thinking about you all day and you know what that does to me. A stray thought runs through my head and a little shiver goes dancing down my spine. My skin is hypersensitive. Every breath of cool air from the ceiling fans brushes across the back of my neck. I try to make sense of the mail I just brought in from the box but I can't seem to put my thoughts in order. I want you so bad I can't seem to concentrate. In the kitchen, I drop my keys on the table. I pour a little wine and check the answering machine. I wonder what you are doing right now. My clothing feels like torture and I am restless. I left for work before you woke up today and you won't be home for a couple of hours. I feel so constricted. My fingers find the buttons of my blouse and begin to work them free before I even make it halfway down the hall. The blouse whispers to the floor quickly followed by the skirt. I unclasp my bra and moan quietly when the air hits my almost painfully sensitive nipples. I am so wet for you already. My hand slips to the damp fabric between my legs and I shiver. I trace the contours of my most secret place, the thin cloth wet and clinging. It hides nothing and even accentuates the warm folds. I grasp the waistband of my panties and slip them off my thighs and onto the floor. The scent of my arousal rises around me inflaming my body further. I stand there in the bedroom wearing nothing but the simple black pumps I had worn to work, their high, thin heels changing the contours of my body, My calves bunch and tighten and my back arches sensually. I slip off the pumps and stroll naked through the hall toward the bathroom. The water runs while I light candles. Steam curls around me like a secret lover and the only light comes from the tiny flames of candles crowded onto every available surface. I slide into the water, feeling the heat caress my already fevered skin. I slide the soapy cloth over my skin breathing in the sweet, spicy scent. My skin is slick and warm. I slide my hands up to cup my breasts, fingers sliding over tingling peaks. A chilly breeze from the floor vent makes my nipples tighten almost painfully. By contrast, the warm water feels burning hot as I rinse the soap from my skin. I pinch and tease the hard tips of my breasts while I run my free hand down my body. I ache for you. I imagine you touching me. My legs spread of their own accord and I caress the smooth skin there. My fingers slide between the lips of my pussy. I picture your hands on my body and slowly rub my clit. I slide my finger deep inside, moving slowly at first and then faster and faster. I am so hot and wet. My breath comes in quick pants and my body shudders. A trembling climax rushes through me. I need more. I stand up to step out of the tub and dry my shivering body, the towel lingering over my tingling nipples. Using the suction cup on my vibrator, I fasten it to the cool tile floor. I pour lube into my hand and slide it up and down the shaft, making the whole length warm and slick. I slide my fingers over my pussy, slipping gently over my throbbing clit. I turn on the vibrator and close my eyes, pretending it is you as I spread my legs and let just the tip touch me. I lower my wet pussy slowly, taking the shaft of the vibrator deeper and deeper until the little bumper buzzes over my clit. My hips jerk from the intensity of the sensation. I feel every vein and bump against the sensitive flesh of my tight pussy as I slide up and down. I move faster and faster, riding at a frantic pace. Suddenly, I press down hard, taking it as deep as I can. I twist my hips from side to side; torturing myself with pleasure so intense it is almost pain as vibrations buzz over my slippery clit. The sensations wash over me in waves, building and growing until I feel the orgasm crash through my body. My knees go weak and hot juices pour from my pussy as the muscles inside clench tightly over and over. My breathing slows a little and I let the vibrator slip out so I can rest my back against the cool porcelain of the tub. You will be home soon and I can't wait for you to get here. My passion burns like the coals of a fire just waiting to be stirred into a blaze. I think I'll just meet you at the door naked. Hmm, I hope you don't bring anybody home with you today. Oh well, that could work too! Thinking of You Dearest lover, I just arrived home, and there is no one home. I am very pleased about that. I go into the house and put my belongings on the desk and head to my bedroom. The first thing I have to do is take off my shoes! Mmmmm, wiggle my toes. I wander around the room putting things away, slowly taking off my work clothes, looking for something comfortable to wear for the evening. I have no plans. I will fix dinner and help with homework, so something casual and comfortable is in order. I am standing in front of a full length mirror in nothing except my white satin bra and matching panties. I do like to look at myself. I have three mirrors strategically placed around my bedroom. Most of them are angled at the bed. I love being home alone, I can play. I love to play. I turn on the CD player, listen to my favorite CD, and peel off my underwear. I trimmed and shaved my cunt a couple days ago, and it is still smooth down below. It looks nice, helps with hygiene, and feels nice, too. I go to the dresser and take out a small cotton bag with a draw-string. This holds my toys. I have three. A small pearl colored one, about 6 1/2 inches long, narrow, with a curved end, to focus on g-spot. I have a cordless bullet. It is about 3 1/2 inches long but quite wide. It has a remote so that it can be inserted, and then turned on remotely by myself, or whoever has the remote. Makes for a nice surprise during dinner out, or at any of the most unexpected times and places. The third one is a small finger tip vibrator. It has a few small attachments with different sized nubs, for different sensations. It fits perfectly in a change purse, and can be used at work, or just about anywhere. I take out the 6 inch. I don't need lubricant. I started getting creamy as soon as I got home and realized that I was going to have some private time. By now I am really wet. I position the pillows behind me on the bed so I can sit up and watch what I am doing. Then, thinking about you, I spread my legs and turn on the vibrator. I touch it to my clit, and slide it inside my cunt to get it wet. It feels so good. I pinch a nipple with the other hand, wishing it were your hands, your fingers, your cock sliding inside me. Sliding the vibrator in and out, and touching my clit. It takes about 3 1/2 minutes before I am moaning and writhing in my first orgasm. It feels so good. Releases the tension of work. I turn onto my side and pull my legs up and insert the vibrator from the back, turning it so that it touches my g-spot. Mmmmmmm. Feeling my lips grabbing it, still pulsing from my orgasm. I reach for the fingertip vibe and touch it to my clit. In minutes I am screaming and thoroughly enjoying the second orgasm. I take the vibrator out and take a minute to rest, catch my breath. During this time I am getting the third vibrator. Sliding it deep into my cunt, I lay back into the pile of pillows. Knees up and spread wide so I can see, I slide the narrow, pearl vibe into my ass, and grab the fingertip vibe to touch my clit. It feels sooooo fucking good. I have always wanted a double penetration. My preference would be to be sandwiched between you and another man, but until that day, this will have to do. I can feel the two vibrators inside touching each other thru the sensitive skin. I suddenly am thrown into a wonderfully violent orgasm that makes me scream. I can ride it out for a couple of long minutes. It is wonderful! Spent, but satisfied, I slowly clean up, put away the evidence of my private play time and dress carefully. Touching myself at this point will have me doubled over quite easily. My legs feel like jelly, and don't want to carry my weight. But by the time my family gets home, I am feeling quite stable and dinner is almost ready. I guess you would never know to look at me that I crave sex. I don't think I would go as far as to say I am a sex addict. (But maybe a nympho.) I enjoy my time, and don't do anything that hurts anyone, including myself. And I would love to average about 15-20 orgasms a day! As it is, I think I average about 9-12. So I suppose I have nothing to complain about! talk soon hope you enjoy! Thinking of You I had been thinking of you all day. Here it was mid afternoon and I couldn't help myself anymore. I needed some release from the teasing thoughts that had raced through my mind all day. I went upstairs, drew the curtains, and put in my favorite sexy CD. Slowly, I undressed, letting my clothes fall to the floor. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled at what I saw. Slowly swaying to the music, I made my way to our bed. I lay down on your side of the bed and took in your smell. Slowly my hands caressed my body. I started gently massaging my breasts, paying extra attention to my hardening nipples. Teasing them, I tweaked and rolled them in my fingers. Moaning at how good it felt as I thought of you. My hand made it slowly down to my tingling sex. I rubbed my mound gently. Soft moans escaped from my mouth as I imagined your light kisses teasing me. I could almost feel your lips on me before you would lick deeper into me. I stroked my outer lips slowly yet firmly. I could feel the pressure of my hand spreading throughout my pussy. Opening my lips with my hand, I rubbed my clit just a little. I moaned as one hand played with my ripe nipple and the other on my clit. The feeling was overwhelming as my body reacted to my gentle rubbing. Softly circling my clit with my finger, I felt it swell. I was thinking of how you could drive me crazy by doing that with your agile tongue. It was as if you were there licking me and playing with my breasts at the same time. I felt my dampness increase to wetness as I stroked from my clit to my warm sex. Drawing the wetness up to my clit, I rubbed it with more urgency. My body squirmed from the touch of my hands. I massaged my breast roughly, rolling and pinching my hard nipple between my fingers. I thought of how you love to play with my breasts. It always makes me hotter when you suck on them so hard. Thoughts of you raced through my mind as my moans got louder and my body quivered. My fingers made their way back to my wet spasming hole. I felt my warm walls expand around my finger slowly penetrated me. Slowly, I worked my finger around, massaging the most sensitive areas. My back arched a little as my moans increased. Gradually working another finger into my wet sex, I twirled and twisted them around. Finding that engorged sensitive spot, I curled my fingers to massage it slowly and softly. My body shuddered harder as my excitement increased. My fingers worked more frantically probing and thrusting deeper within my walls. I felt my juices running down to my ass as my body responded to the pleasure. My body writhed with ecstasy. I found myself gasping for air and my heart racing as my entire body shuddered from the fantastic feeling. As my orgasm was building, my hand moved from my breast to your pillow. I gripped it tightly, matching the clenches of my walls around my fingers. My chest heaved with my ragged breath as my fingers probed hard and deep within me. My wet pussy tightened around my fingers as my body shook in pure ecstasy. My hand clenched your pillow, pulling it close to me. Groaning as I came, I had gotten the release that I needed. My body twitched as my orgasm subsided. Moaning at the great release, my heart and breathing slowed. I laid there, thinking of you and how easily you could get me hot. Smiling to myself, I soon fell into a blissful sleep. When you had gotten home and found me asleep, you woke me gently, softly asking if everything was all right. I smiled and answered "I was thinking of you today." Noticing the stress and tension in your face, I offered to draw a nice bath for the both of us so I could massage it all away. I felt you watch me as I made my way to the bathroom. It made me happy to know that you still enjoyed watching my naked body after so many years. As our warm bath ran in the oversized claw foot tub, I asked you to come and join me. Wearily you climbed in with me, telling me that you weren't sure that it would help. Despite your weak protests, I pulled you back into me so you were leaning back on my breasts. Slowly, I began to massage your tense shoulders, working the knots out. Hearing quiet moans and feeling you begin to relax; I worked my way down your back. As I ran my hands over your back, I kneaded away all of the tension. I rubbed my breasts over your back softly and kissed your neck and shoulders softly. It was obvious that you were enjoying the special attention as I began to lather you up to bathe you. My soapy hands making their way down your back and chest as you leaned back into my firm breasts. With my legs wrapped loosely around you, I made my way down to your thighs. Gently, I massaged your thighs as I kissed and nibbled on your shoulders. Softly I wrapped my soapy hand around your cock. You moaned as it twitched in my hand. I stroked you delicately, working my hand around your cock and balls. Feeling you getting hard in my hand and your relaxed body pressing back into mine, I made my way around your hardness. Soon I felt your twitches become throbs. As you reached for me, I whispered for you to just to let me do everything and for you to enjoy. You pressed back into my breasts as I continued working my hand around you. Your throbbing cock felt so good in my hand, soon I was softly moaning in your ear as my kisses became firmer on your neck and shoulders. Hearing my moans only excited you more as your strong throbs gave way to your intense release. Your groans of cumming filled the room as I pumped your spewing cock. You leaned harder back into me, feeling drained from your release. As your cock twitched in my hand, you suggested that we move back into the bedroom. We both got out of the bathtub and dried each other off slowly. We gently worked our ways around each other's bodies with the plush towels. Randomly kissing each other's bodies, we made our way down our naked bodies. We slowly made our way back to the bedroom, holding and kissing each other. We lay down on the bed, kissing and whispering to the other. As we caressed each other's bodies, our need for each other deepens. Soon our tender kisses and touches became more urgent. Your long, deep passionate kiss added to my pleasure as your hand fondled my mound. Your hand teased me before you finally rubbed my swollen clit. You found that I was already wet as your hand explored my sex. I moaned quietly into your mouth. I took your stiffening cock in my hand once again. Slowly, I teased you by twisting my hand around you and touching your most sensitive parts. Your moans encouraged me more as I guided your hand away from my wetness. Slowly, I mounted you and worked your hardness into me. As I impaled myself with your cock, you massaged my breasts and hard nipples. I sank down deep onto you again, feeling your cock pulse in me. I leaned down and fed you my breasts as I rode you harder. The feeling of your hard sucks on my nipples sent shock waves throughout my body. I moaned loudly as my walls clenched your thick pulsing cock. Your ragged breathing told me that you would soon cum again. I wanted us to cum together and ride out each other's release. My tight walls milked your cock. As I watched you, I knew how close you were. I drove myself down harder on you, clenching your throbbing cock. Your intense release pushed me over the edge. I climaxed with you, our bodies shuddering against each other. Your hot cum exploded into my quivering pussy and sent waves of ecstasy throughout my body. Our releases subsided as I lay down beside you. You wrapped your arms around me and nuzzled my neck. Quiet murmurs left my lips while I lay there taking in your smell and the wonderful feeling of you holding me. We basked in the afterglow and soon fell asleep in each other's arms. Thinking of You 'I thought of you this morning when the sun came up, Tessa,' Kim said, hearing her friend pad up behind her as she splashed her feet in the stream. 'And was this a good thought, Kim?' Tessa replied, reaching down to touch Kim's shoulder and then crouching down besides her under the cool green canopy. She let her legs fold slowly beneath her until she was sitting, her legs folded under her, hands resting in her lap. Kim smiled at her friend's question, letting the pink tip of her tongue wet lips that formed a slow smile. Then she raised her shoulders in a tiny shrug and responded noncommittally: 'I suppose it was.' 'You are so sweet when you look like this,' Tessa laughed, leaning over to touch the corner of her friend's lower lip, capturing it in her mouth and biting it very softly. Kim held Tessa's kiss for a few passing heartbeats and then released her to allow the smile's return to fullness. 'So, did your day start well, Tessa?' 'The sun is shining and Peter is coming down from the cottage in a minute - so things are quite good.' 'I am happy for you,' Kim murmured, pressing her friend's arm warmly. 'Does he miss you already?' 'I can make men's heart's tremble despite my small stature.' 'You have a tongue on you: that is true Tessa.' 'I use it where it needs to be used.' 'We all use our tongues where they need to be used.' 'I might take you up on that later.' 'A nice swim would be the very thing for me now though,' Kim smiled and splashed some more. 'Me too,' Tessa agreed. 'I used to swim quite a lot before my operation this year. 'I am just getting back into it and a dive under you would do me good.' 'You can dive under me, whenever you like, but I want to go into the chill water too and feel the breeze in my damp hair.' 'I imagine you both look particularly lovely damp with the breeze in your hair,' a male voice interrupted their idle musings. 'Oh hi, Peter,' Kim giggled. 'It certainly feels lovely. It is so good to be free and buoyant in the water, as though I am flying rather than floating.' 'Do others share this realm of your senses?' He queried, crouching down to join the girls. 'Does Tessa for instance?' 'It doesn't matter,' said Tessa, uncurling her legs from under her and dipping her feet gingerly in the stream. 'I am always more aware of how I feel than how others see me, Peter,' Kim added. 'Reproach me then, but I will still appreciate you both for all you are, ladies.' 'Why thank you, Peter,' they chorused, then looked at one another and broke into a fit of giggles. 'I appreciate you both for the way you let me come down to share a morning thought with you.' 'Your thoughts often interest me, Peter,' said Tessa, leaning back and pressing her head against his leg. 'Your thoughts Peter that I usually hear through Tessa, lead me off on a train of my own,' Kim commented. 'I listen to what you say too, Kim,' Peter replied cheerfully and pulled off his socks and shoes, before pushing between the two girls and paddling his hairy legs between their shaven limbs. 'There is a pretty weaving in even the simple pattern of your words.' 'And yet you never act on them,' Kim teased. 'If I don't act on them it's not for lack of want.' 'So why don't you?' Kim queried and nuzzled up against him. Peter turned his face towards her and put his hand under her chin, tilting her face up towards his and stared into her eyes. She let him manipulate her, enjoying the touch of his hand, blinking a little and making her pout up at him in an attractive moue. 'I don't do anything because I have Tessa and I don't really understand what you are asking of me.' Kim's pout became sulky as he turned towards her friend and wrapped his arm meaningfully around her shoulders. 'You don't have to act, Peter,' breathed Tessa. 'You just have to be.' 'The gentleness of your being is a pleasure,' he smooched. 'Well, while I enjoy the friendship between you two cooing doves,' said Kim, suddenly feeling left out. 'I also like the fact that Tessa and I can sit here together, so don't try to disrupt our shared moments.' 'Your shared moments are wonderful,' Peter grinned and pressed an arm around the petite redhead and his olive skinned girlfriend at the same time, letting his hands slide down both their spines simultaneously. 'The very idea of them calms me.' 'Calm is good,' smiled Tessa, leaning back to feel the warmth of his hand against her lower back. 'Your calm takes me to a place where there are no demands,' Peter smiled and leaned in to kiss her. 'Yes, I love the calm too,' Kim grinned. 'It is very seductive.' 'Shall we go out into the sun and be seduced together?' Peter suggested. 'The sun is not seductive,' Kim said idly, 'but it adds extra warmth to the freshness of your remark and it dries the damp grass.' 'If it dries enough, then we can picnic together after the swim,' Tessa replied, adding persuasively: 'a picnic would be a wonderfully lazy way to spend time.' 'Yes, it would,' Kim agreed turning and leaning around in front Peter to smile at her friend. 'Careful, you'll fall in,' Peter broke in, pushing Kim down so that she was twisted over his lap. She squirmed and pushed back trying to get up, but he wouldn't let her up. 'I love the feel of the water, so it doesn't matter,' Kim shrugged and tried once more to lever herself up, squealing as he suddenly pushed her towards the water. 'Don't yell, Kim. It spoils the calm,' Peter said with mock severity and brought his hand down on her backside. 'Hey! You can't spank my friend,' Tessa protested. 'Doesn't she deserve it?' 'No: sometimes you take your 'master of the house' act a little too far. It does not apply to my friends.' 'You'll have your turn next, Tessa. I love the feel of your bottom as much as her arse.' 'Before you came, we were so content, Peter. Why don't you take your male fantasies back up the hill and go fetch our picnic?' 'You haven't had your swim yet.' 'That is up to us.' 'You both love the feel of water and the chance for you both to be quite bare. It completes your rural idyll.' 'What about it, Peter?' 'Oh don't be cross with me, please Tessa.' 'Well, let Kim up then and go fetch the food.' 'Alright,' he said sulkily and stood up slowly, pulling his feet out of the stream and bending over to pick up his discarded footwear. 'Nice buns, Peter,' Kim giggled. 'Leave his buns alone. They're mine.' 'Okay Miss Tessa Possessive! You have his buns. I will have to content myself with his cock.' 'Hey! You two,' Peter protested in the distance: 'Leave my anatomy alone.' 'We haven't touched it, Peter,' Tessa said primly, looking at his sex tenting up inside his shorts, 'not that it doesn't have a life all of its own apparently.' 'I'll go swim if it offends you so much,' he smiled dropping his shoes to the ground and unbuttoning his shirt. 'And I'm not taking no for an answer.' 'The water does look wonderful,' Kim admitted. 'I was tempted before you both arrived.' 'Peter looks wonderful too,' Tessa quipped as he shucked off his shirt and shorts and stood there before them in just his pants. 'Here -- let me, Peter.' So saying she knelt up on the bank before him and reached up to touch his warm skin, giggling delightedly as he trembled at her touch. 'Girlfriend's privilege,' he said as she nuzzled up against him pressing her cheek to his hardness and sliding her hands under the elastic of his underwear, before tugging it carefully over his tumescent member. Kim watched but said nothing as Tessa pulled the pants down in a matter of fact way, just as if she were undressing a little boy. He stepped out of them and she let her hand slide up to cup his balls. 'That's girlfriend's privilege too, I think,' Tessa said meaningfully, turning her head away from him and looking over her shoulder at Kim, who shrugged and turned away. 'It's funny isn't it, Kim?' 'What's funny?' Kim turned her head back and watched again as Tessa planted a kiss on Peter's cock. 'It's funny how something so comparatively small...' 'Hey less of the small, Tessa,' Peter growled. 'It's funny how something so comparatively small,' Tessa repeated provocatively, masturbating him slowly, 'can spoil the calm and quiet.' 'Absolutely, Tessa,' Kim smirked. 'But then again, this cock is quite precious to me,' Tessa continued and planted a kiss on the head of Peter's penis, before letting it slide into her mouth. 'It's quite a conversation stopper,' Kim commented wryly, observing Peter's hips starting to buck backwards and forwards, as her friend focussed on arousing him with gentle suckling. 'You surely know how to restore that sense of calm and quiet that I find so precious.' 'Mmm hmmm,' Tessa agreed, her mouth filled with male excitement. 'Sometimes,' Kim continued, taking her feet out of the water and crawling across the grassy earth, quite undeterred by her friend's lascivious behaviour, 'it is good to be able to look out and see the same things as you do.' Tessa said nothing, absorbed in the act of bringing off her boyfriend, unaware that Kim was kneeling at her side. Peter had his eyes, but he was instantly aware of another hand reaching round to caress his buttocks. 'It seems,' Kim resumed her commentary, 'that I have the buns and you the cock. There is a turn up for the books, but they are cute buns and I am content with that.' She looked up towards the cottage, over the field that lead away from the brook and into a wooded vista in the hills beyond; and then to the male cheeks that trembled as his hips bucked and pressed his burgeoning member in and out of Tessa's mouth. Kim sighed wistfully and planted a kiss on each male buttock before spreading them with her hands and pushing her clever tongue between them. Peter was jolted with an electric sensation as her tongue curled against the tight bud. He felt like swooning as Kim slid her hand between his legs and her fingers touched Tessa's. 'Wonderful,' he murmured as he came ecstatically into Tessa's mouth. 'Marvellous.' Kim peered round him at her friend, watching her swallow his residue. She smiled up at Peter watching him gaze down at both of them with little sign of recognition. He stood away from them as men do selfishly after their passion is satisfied, breathing heavily. Then he took three steps forward to the edge of the bank and dived in, splashing them and causing them both to yelp. 'Let's go and swim too, Tessa. It will cool us all off after that little exhibition of your guy's prowess.' 'No, let him display his prowess in the water on his own. I've got other things on my mind, Kim.' 'Such as?' 'Such as a gentle breeze to carry the whisper of your sighs, each breath of wind like the breath from your mouth and each touch of your fingers against mine harbouring the beats of your heart.' 'You burble wonderfully well, Tessa,' 'I can burble better on dry land than in a stream.' 'Sometimes there is no need for words.' 'Will kisses do instead?' 'Yes, even from your come stained lips.' 'What's a little come between friends?' 'It's something more to share. It makes me think of you and the exhilarating things that you offer up to others, Tessa.' I'm always exhilarated by your company.' 'And Peter?' 'He's something different.' 'You have your Peter. I have the droplets of his cum licked from your lips to garner my modesty.' 'It's hardly as satisfactory as jewellery or fashion accessories.' 'True, but it seems to have satisfied him, Tessa. Look at him splashing away over there oblivious of us.' 'I'd rather look at your neck.' 'Is it bare because Peter hasn't bought you any jewellery to lavish upon me?' 'No it's bare, because it's easier to bite that way.' 'Yes: just so, easier to bite,' Kim nodded her head slowly in agreement. 'I am certain that is why my neck is bare.' 'Your shoulders would be bare if I pulled your summer dress down and your lovely breasts. I'd like to bite them too' 'We should have got Peter to bring that picnic out. You seem to want to bite everything in sight.' 'I'm hungry for the taste of something different.' 'The taste of little bruises on my throat?' 'Yes; and the sensations of your turmoil...and the return to calm.' 'I like this facet of you. I like this calm,' Kim smiled warmly. 'I wanted it back more quickly than you could have restored it alone.' 'And I just thought you wanted to push your tongue up my boyfriend's arse.' 'My tongue was there. It was not trespassing. It was just accelerating the interlude.' They leaned in to one another and kissed slowly, tongues touching, eyes closing, minds freed from the sharing of the man, until Tessa broke away with a shy smile. 'It really does hover like a humming bird, Kim. No wonder he came so very quickly.' 'It only hovers until you choose to push it away or press it down.' 'And when it stops hovering, am I to be the idle platter, hands and legs dormant while you sate your taste, Kim?' 'That is your choice.' 'I would have you enjoy what pleases you.' 'That is my choice,' Kim whispered and leaned in close enough, just close enough for Tessa to touch her tongue one more. Then she leant back, arching her spine, drawing Tessa's tongue out to brush in a tender kiss before the soft pressing crushed their lips together. They broke apart and Tessa felt Kim's breath dance up her cheek and across the delicate shell of her ear. Then her friend paused, her gentle warmth shaking with a soft inner laughter as Kim confessed: 'I have forgotten what I was going to choose.' 'Choose me,' Tessa laughed and pushed Kim away, but only so far, before bringing her back close in a hug, cheek-to-cheek and thigh-to-thigh and thought-to-thought, cherishing the intertwining as each woman caressed the other's gaze. 'I choose to recall your quip now.' 'My quip?' 'It was the quip you made about being able to make men's hearts tremble in spite of your small stature, to which I really must add, I believe you could bring any creature of breath to a state of trembling, and leave them grateful and inspired for the experience.' 'I like words.' 'They tumble out of your mouth and into the minds of others.' 'Sometimes - most times - supportively, helpfully - sometimes cruelly and vindictively - but it takes all facets to make the whole I suppose.' 'Is that your yin and your yang?' 'I don't know about this dark side that people go on about. It's not all black and white. Most of it is grey. In fact, Kim, I think that it is a progression.' 'From the edge of where someone wants to be to the centre?' 'Yes and then back to the edge in a series of little journeys, sometimes retracing the steps, sometimes taking new paths and sometimes deciding that the paths to be followed are different ones.' 'It sounds like wandering, Tessa.' 'It's more a discovery,' Tessa replied and lapsed into silence. They both turned to watch Peter, swimming up to the stream's bank about 30foot downstream and pushing himself out of the water. 'Does discovery mean that rather than discovering by chance as a result of wandering, there is a purposeful choice of what only appear to be aimless meanderings?' Kim queried, following Tessa's gaze.' Or does the choice lead to discovery?' 'Purposeful choice I would hope with you, Kim, though with many the discovery is a chance thing, but I think Peter needs me again.' 'He is beckoning you.' 'When man beckons, woman comes?' 'Only he has come so far today.' 'There is always time before the evening shadows descend.' 'I will go swim as I intended to. Will you come back to me when you have sated his lust?' 'You can be sure of that, Kim.' 'You can be sure that I will be thinking of you, Tessa.' Thinking of You Well, here I am in my bed, a bit dizzy from the THC and sweat pouring down in streaks all along my body. Every now and then I would feel the rare but delicate coolness of my breath flowing out of my nostrils, flying over my breasts, which makes the nipples harden from the unfamiliar breeze. My eyes feel heavy with longing and indefinable lust as I look lazily around my room. The moonlight shining through my window only illuminates certain objects because of the curtain limiting its reach. I appear ghost-like; my naked body tinged a different color, the shadows following close behind their heels and the quickening of my breathing only intensifies the emotions pouring out of me. I close my eyes to thoughts of our past conversations and just the sound of your name resonates in my ear, longingly and wantonly. Even whilst writing this email, my actions wash over my mind, coating them with the activities that transpired in my room earlier. The longing dwelling in my ears is deafening and I am well aware of the fact that I am still very much aroused. My heart races as I take in the picture of you burned into the back of my head. I can practically smell the intoxicating pheromones rebounding from my body, flying at imperceptible speeds in all different directions. I swallow hard as I picture the scene of you in front of me; your lips curving into the erotic smile that's always indelibly on your face, your deep imploring eyes boring into me attempting to fish out any insecurities that linger and your body language describing you to me like an open book. My fingers involuntarily begin to dig into the sheets underneath me, wrinkling the fabric and further unraveling the impending scene. I study you as your eyes roam all over my nude form, drinking in the image of me sprawled out in front of you. I suddenly feel as though you could possibly stay there forever, looking back at me as if you were beautiful marble statue. Just as those thoughts were beginning to come true, you suddenly sat up and inched closer to me, crawling painfully slowly and deliberately. My heart would be jumping out of my chest and the pressure built up within my lungs would be overwhelming, so I would immediately part my lips and exhale. My arms are glued to my sides because of the sweat and emotions adhering them together. I feel as though I might faint if I keep staring at your eyes that are driving me mad with passion. I clamped my eyes shut just as I felt the small hairs along my arm picking up from the static discharge of skin-to-skin contact. My stomach quivered slightly from the shocking feel of your fingertip. My breath caught in my throat as the tip of your finger-traced lines across my forearm. I see nothing but darkness with my eyelids clamped tightly over my eyes. With sense of sight gone, the other four senses only heighten as you come in closer to me. The smell of you is distinct and intoxicating to me, as I become inebriated with one sniff. The feeling of your lone finger touching my skin sending shivers up my spine. The sound of my heartbeat pounding through my walls. The taste in my mouth filled with lust and tinged with an animalistic behavior. I feel my stomach caving in then inflating, over and over again as the soft fabric of your blouse tickles my navel. I feel the weight of the bed shift around me and I feel you part your legs above my hips, lean over me to reach the other side, gently plop back down and are now straddling my pelvic region. The moment your knees fell on either side of my hands, the fingers stretched over your soft, smooth skin of their own accord and caressed them. I feel your heat emitting from within you directly over my mound and I squeal from the contact. I know I don't have to open my eyes to see the Grinch-like smile on your face stretching from ear to ear. I can practically hear the sweet chuckle resonating from your throat as I know that you're in complete control of the situation – I am frozen stiff; of course, if you excuse the irregular heartbeat and the pawing action of my hands. With every second that passes, so does a bead of sweat, rolling down my neck, collarbones and in between my breasts as though traveling through rapids. I feel your hands enveloping my own and my body tenses up and freezes. Your touch causes my heart to skip a beat, temporarily shocking myself back to a steady rhythm, and that was when I opened my eyes. The look in your eyes was so powerful it was impossible to turn away. Your hands hugged my own, interlocking your fingers with mine and raised them high above and over my head, resting them on the pillow behind me. Your body was leaning over me along with your lips within intimate reach of mine. My breathing transitioned to panting within a matter of seconds as I scrutinized the scene before me. You looked down at me with that same mischievous-looking smirk and you tightened your hold on both of my wrists. I felt trapped for the first time in my life and I felt the dead-weight feeling in my heart that I couldn't escape. As my breathing and heartbeat skyrocketed into oblivion, rhetorical questions kept invading my mind: Were you just too intense for me? Would it be possible to even stop you if it were so? Would I want you to stop? My brain was yelling incoherent replies whilst my heart rang true with the small amount of dignity it had left. I was facing you; my eyes darting from your eyes to your mouth then back to your eyes only to be drawn back towards your lips. I was taking deep, long breaths now, inching my mouth further open with each inhale. My breasts were rising and falling rapidly, slightly grazing over your blouse with my nipples. I noticed how closely our bodies were twined together and felt the weight of your butt on my hips. I found it comforting and slowly, but gradually, I started to calm down. With my arms above my head, my breasts appeared fuller from defying gravity because of their positioning. I knew they looked more than inviting to you but your eyes were firmly locked onto mine and it broke my concentration. That was when I realized your face was leaning in to mine and I forgot how to breathe. Your golden hair falling on either side of your face was tickling my jaw and chin by the time I felt your lips brush mine. My lips were a jar pretending to be letting air flow in as I felt the tip of your nose nudge the top of mine. The cool air emitting from your nostrils fell onto my parted lips and it made me shudder. The slight shake took you by surprise and I felt your lips curl into a smile on mine as I relished the sweet feel of them. It made me feel light-headed and I was on the verge of fainting as I felt your lips plant a kiss on my parted ones. My lungs reacted by taking in a huge breath and that was when your lips crashed against mine. I moaned uncontrollably from the feeling of you being so passionate with me and I knew if only a kiss could do this, I could only imagine what else I could be feeling by the time night would be over... Your hands left my wrists and I could tell you were pleased that they stayed put, squeezing the sides of the pillow till my knuckles were white. The kiss was only growing more and more passionate as I felt your fingers tangling themselves in my hair. I was involuntarily rocking my hips back and forth beneath your heat, my toes curling themselves into the sheets. I felt your teeth tugging on my bottom lip, pulling it deeper into your mouth and my eyes fluttered. Your movements were fluid and languid. I felt your hands move across my face, pawing at it gently and occasionally sticking your fingers in my mouth for me to suck on. Your lips would continue to suck my bottom lip into your mouth with me panting out my whimpers and gasps all too loudly. I'd feel your hands drift down my shoulders and my sides then back up as you cupped my breasts. The groping pressure of your hands clasped around my breasts was overwhelming to me as I felt you nibble on my bottom lip. Your tongue ventured out and began to lick all around my bottom lip, underneath it following after my chin and finally to the middle of my throat. Your lips were on my skin faster than a lioness with her prey. (Yes, I know that sounded cheesy, but deal with it :p) The suction you were making on my throat was causing me to moan and writhe continuously. Still, I kept my hands where you left them, even though every fiber in my body was screaming for me to be defiant. I kept curving my hips into what lied between your thighs and I could tell from your knee-jerk reactions you were annoyed by it but enjoyed it nonetheless. I kept to myself an impossibly quiet giggle, knowing that I caught you off guard at least once whilst you were on duty. All it took was a small bite from you against my throat to make me forget about anything going through my head other than knowing the feeling of pleasure. My heels were digging into the bed as your lips traveled further down my neck where you licked and sucked on my collarbones, making me both giggle and moan. With every kiss, your lips inched closer and closer to the two perky mounds a top my chest. Every kiss sent chills through my body; the blood coursing through my veins felt thick, everything within my body was tightening and I felt as though I would suffocate. Your kisses stopped short of the flesh resting between my breasts and your tongue danced across the surface as if it were the most delectable treat. Your palms were massaging my breasts with the utmost care as your tongue licked my skin clean of sweat and lust. Just as I was regaining my bearings, I felt your tongue dart across one breast in your left hand and I opened my eyes to see you staring straight at me, your tongue only centimeters away... My eyes became glued shut as I felt your lips enclose around my nipple, your tongue working it around in circles. It hardened to your touch and I squealed my approval when your teeth bit down on it, the stub becoming more painfully pleasurable with each squeeze. I bit down hard on my bottom lip and knew you noticed this as well and was rewarded with a hard suck on my breast. The whites of my eyes were only visible as you manipulated my breasts each with its own tender loving care to be given. Your kisses trailed down my abdomen, each planting of your lips on my skin causing my back to arch. Your hands moved to my back, holding and caressing it as it arched in ecstasy to each of your licks and kisses. My eyes had reopened by now, watching your body slide further down mine, your face disappearing and melting in the shadows. The hands that were once behind my back were now underneath my butt, groping and massaging it as the kisses trailed even lower. I saw the footsteps your kisses left along my skin, making them glimmer along the moonlight. Your hair swept back and falling along the right side of your face, you began to kiss my pubic bone. I remember involuntarily bucking from the delicate kiss, arching my back into a complete 'U' shape with my bottom lip trembling. You snaked your hands over my thighs and planted a smooth kiss right over the most sensitive of parts of my lower region. I felt like a colossal quake erupted within me and I couldn't help but gasp aloud and plant my hands on top of yours. I felt your tongue smoothing around the edges to my entrance and I was in a daze from then on out. The lapping feeling spreading from my core to my toes made me moan out what I thought was your name, but I couldn't tell because the sounds of your work and me combined was deafening. I was clawing at the sheets now, begging for release with my upturned toes and my face hidden away in my hand. As I was nearing that state of beautiful release, I was hit dead in the face of what was actual happening: the tongue that was supposed to be yours was my hand now working vigorously in and out of me, the other hand cupping my left breast tighter and tighter and my bottom lip being sucked into my mouth as I bit down hard. If I could explain how moist I was, you would be drowning in not only what it was, but also the thousands of words I would use to explain it. My toes curled once more as the second major wave of it blew over me, making me shudder to the powerful feeling of helplessness. My hips undulated once more to the calming wave, rolling over once more till, at last, it ceased. Thinking of You Listen to me stroke my cock and cum for you while I tell you everything I'm thinking in an intense, unscripted masturbation session... * * * * * Click Here to listen. (4.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Thinking of You He's waited so long, he wants you now. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (5.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Thinking of You As I lay in bed, I think of you. It is not long before I am rather horny. Yes, I am sick but we both know that being sick does not keep me from being horny. Since my being alone in the house is a rarity now, I decide to take advantage of this fact. I slip out of the bed, take my glass dildo from the drawer, remove my red tank top, and peel off my black panties. It has been so long since we were together, but each time I close my eyes, I am in your arms again; it is you touching my body instead of me. As I slip back into the bed, I close my eyes remembering how it felt to climb naked into the bed and wait for you to join me. Remembering your sexy naked body and the look in your eyes, that look made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I run my hands slowly down my body. My hands linger on my breasts, I begin to play with my nipples, pinching, twisting and pulling them. All the while, keeping my eyes closed remembering the feel of your hands. Since there is no one home, I can talk to you as I do this. I gasp, and cry out, "Oh yes Baby, that feels so good. Suck my tits! Make me cum!" By this time, my pussy is begging for attention. I pick up my glass dildo, and trail it from my tits to my pussy. I begin rubbing it up and down my pussy, never entering my pussy but collecting the wetness from my pussy and rubbing it along my clit. As I continue to rub the dildo along my clit, I long to have you rub your hard cock back and forth on my clit. Thinking of this makes me cum very quickly. This surprises me, I had not expected to cum from just rubbing the dildo along my clit. As I am cumming I think about you telling me to slap my clit. I begin slapping my clit with the dildo, still imagining that it is your cock, that you are slapping my clit with your hard cock. I cry out, "Yes, slap me with your cock. Harder Baby, slap my clit harder. Please Baby make me cum." This orgasm is more intense than the last and I cry out in pleasure. After these two orgasms, my pussy is dripping wet; the wetness is running down my ass. I barely slip the dildo into my pussy and then remove it, just as I mentioned doing to you, slipping your cock just inside my pussy and teasing you until you are begging me to fuck you. I continue doing this until my pussy is aching to be filled. Then I plunge the dildo deep inside my pussy, as deep as it will go. Because of the prolonged teasing, I cum immediately when I plunge the dildo into my pussy. Again, I cry out in pleasure. I begin fucking my pussy with the dildo, begging you to fuck me harder. I am panting, and moaning saying, "Oh yes, fuck me Baby. Fill my pussy with your cum." I fuck my pussy even harder with the dildo. My body convulses and shakes with pleasure. I cum two more times from this, all the while thinking about having you fuck my pussy and fill my pussy with your sweet cum. My pussy is still contracting around the dildo. It is squeezing the dildo so tightly, that I cannot move the dildo inside my pussy. I leave it buried deep inside my pussy and begin rubbing my clit. I try rubbing it with my thumb, trying desperately to rub it the way that you did. I just cannot do it. I cannot make it feel as good as it felt when you were rubbing my clit. Nevertheless, I feel another orgasm begin to rip through my body. By this point, I am crying out in pleasure and babbling incoherently, my head if tossing from one side to the other. The pleasure I am feeling is incredible, it is flowing through my entire body. My eyes are closed and I am imagining you kneeling on the bed with your cock buried deep inside of me, my legs wrapped around your hips pulling you deeper inside of me, you playing with my clit and telling me to cum for you, calling me your cum slut. Although I have come many times already, I know I still have a couple more in me. I am still not utterly spent. The dildo is still deep inside my pussy. I begin slapping my clit. I am still talking to you. "Oh yes Baby, slap my clit. I have been a bad, bad girl. Slap it Baby, slap it." The more I talk to you, the close I am to cumming. As I cum, I am yelling in pleasure. I am convinced that if we were in a hotel, someone would be banging on the wall or calling the manager to complain. I slowly begin to remove the dildo. I believe that I am through cumming. But as I trail the dildo up my pussy and over my clit, it swells again instantly. I try to rub my clit but this does nothing but frustrate me. I consider stopping and just dealing with the soreness that I know will follow. (Yes, women can get what equates to blue ball. Or at least I do.) In frustration, I slap my clit, rather hard. This prompts an immediate response from my body, a jolt of pleasure runs through my body. I moan, "Oh yes Baby, spank my clit. Punish me for being a bad girl. Punish me cumming without your permission." I am slapping my clit hard all this time. The orgasm that follows is probably the most intense of the day. As I cum, all I can do is pant, "Oh yes, Oh Baby, yes, yes, yes, yyyyyeeeeessssss!" All the while my body is trembling, shaking, my eyes are wide open, I can see you looking deep into my eyes as I cum. After that I fall back onto the pillow in exhaustion. I quickly fall asleep, imagining you pulling me back against you. The two of us snuggled together and dozing off, needing sleep to regain our strength. Thinking of You She finished her drink and half listened to the guy sitting next to her. She let her eyes find his face and tried to feel something. It wasn't that he wasn't cute or funny. He was both of those things. He was even good in bed. They had slept together a handful of times, but there was just something missing. Maybe it was the too long pauses he took between sentences or the way he walked into places in front of her that bothered her. She felt his hand on her back and tuned in. "Ready?" He didn't wait for her answer and signaled the bartender. Sara took in the man behind the bar and felt her stomach flutter, just as it had done every time he came over to take their orders. He was tall, with shaggy dark hair and the beginnings of a beard. His chest was broad and strong looking. He smirked at her as he listened to Rick tell him which name to close the tab on. "All done here?" He spoke to Rick, but looked at her. "Yeah buddy, gotta head on home," Sara cringed at Rick's too loud voice. "Tell me the name one more time." Sara could have sworn he was talking to her. "Mancini," Rick piped up, "I gotta take a leak." He patted Sara's back and walked to the bathroom. "How about your name?" The bartender held her eye. "Sara," She smiled and watched as his lips curved into a smile. "Beautiful." He laid a piece of paper in front of her and went to the cash register. Sara flipped her long, black hair over her shoulder. She had recently flat ironed her curly, kinky waves straight. She sat up straighter and picked up the piece of paper in front of her. Dan 323-555-5321 She pressed her lips together stifling a grin. She watched Dan at the register. He turned to look at her a few times and each time she felt her belly flip. She found him incredibly sexy. She had noticed him the entire time she was sitting at the bar. She liked the way he spoke to the other waitresses. He was stern about what needed to be done, but gentle and supportive at the same time. She could just imagine that he would be the same way in bed. She slid the paper in her pocket just as Rick came up and signed the tab. The walk home was slow, made slower by Rick's slow pace. She half listened to him talk about his art as they neared his place. She didn't know when she had stopped liking him. Maybe it was because she always had to call him, or maybe it was the way he just didn't seem to care that much for her personality. Sara was an attractive girl, she knew that. She was average height, about 5'7 and on the thin side of curvy. She had chocolate colored skin and a pretty face. She had had her fair share of guys who pretended to care just to get into her pants. She had thought Rick was different, but she was coming to the consensus in her mind, that he wasn't. He didn't ask her if she wanted to come up, he assumed. He let himself into the apartment complex and expected her to follow. When they got upstairs he reached for her waist and pulled her close. He kissed her in the way that he did. She couldn't lie, she enjoyed his body. He pulled her shirt over her head and unlatched her jeans. "Come on," he led her to the bed. He pulled his pants down and took out his cock. Sara sighed. Here it was, the reason she kept coming back. For all of Rick's faults, he had one major plus. He had an amazing cock. It was long and thick and the biggest Sara had seen. He nudged it toward her and almost automatically she opened her mouth and let him push it into her warm mouth. She sucked on him gently at first. He pushed forward so that he was almost all the way into her mouth. He moaned and she felt her body respond to him. He reached between her legs and started to touch her softly. She pushed his hand away, distracted and pulled him to lie on the bed. She crawled down his body and returned his cock to her mouth. When she felt him getting close she sat up and looked him over. "You want to ride this cock baby?" He didn't wait for an answer and reached for a condom. He slid it on and she lowered herself onto him. He tried to thrust up, but she held him down. "Wait, go slower," He nodded and Sara eased herself onto him. She moaned loudly and she felt him fill her up completely. He grabbed her ass and started to bounce her up and down on his cock. He smacked her ass and Sara felt her pussy grow wetter. She loved being spanked. She shut her eyes tight and before she knew it she was imagining it was Dan beneath her. His hands grabbing her ass and spreading her so he could get deeper inside her. She imagined his large hand spanking her ass as she bounced up and down on his cock. She moaned loudly. Rick held her down tighter and began to fuck her hard. She rocked forward and grabbed the bed for leverage. She circled her hips around and he pushed inside her harder. "Oh fuck I'm cumming," he said to her as he held her even closer. She opened her eyes and watched his face as he came inside her. She rocked her hips slowly as he came down. He rubbed her back in the same way he had at the bar. Sara leaned down and kissed him gently then pulled him out of her and lay beside him. "I can't help it with you. I just cum so quick." Sara took it as a compliment. Rick got up to go to the bathroom. She leaned over the side of the bed and checked her jean pocket. The white slip of paper was still there. She was definitely going to call Dan. Thinking of You I sat in the small classroom with the other twenty or so people who had filed in. It was only two weeks into the semester and we had already lost five. In another two weeks we would have even less. The room was too hot, as always. No one actually bothered regulating the heat in the buildings. It was still better than being outside at the end of January. The teacher walked in, he was a few minutes late today which I found odd. Normally he walked in at 2:00 p.m. exactly. Mark set down his small briefcase and pulled out the yellow legal pad with his notes for the day. Not that there were many people who would be paying attention. English 101 wasn't on the favorite list of many college students, I was one of the rare few who actually enjoyed the class even though I already knew everything that was being taught. English wasn't my first language and I had been through all of this before. I tried not to be bitter about the fact that I had to sit through the same lessons again. There wasn't even much of my accent remaining and most people couldn't tell that I was Italian born, but my voice still had a musical lilt that was not American. It annoyed me that most of my classmates could barely speak their own language properly. I knew Mark liked me right away, I've always prided myself with being intelligent and understanding. It was obviously something he valued. The first time he laid eyes on me, he lingered a few seconds too long. Every time he looked at me after I could tell that he didn't want to look away. More often than not I would look up and catch him staring at me. More often than not I would smile, acknowledging that I had caught him; he would blush and look away. I wondered if he knew that I liked the way he looked. I found his tousled strawberry blond hair, somewhat scruffy beard and slightly gap toothed smile attractive. I've always had a thing for tall, nerdy looking guys. He had more on a gentlemanly look about him, teacher was a good role for him -English Professor was perfect. What I loved the most was the intense look he always had in his eyes. This one was a writer, his mind always working just like mine was but in a different way. I knew he liked that I was an art student, it meant we could connect on a different level and really understand things. He had started smiling back when I caught him looking. The next hour dragged on, he said 'uhh' and 'um' too much. Several students had passed out at their desks early on. I watched him make a note of them on his attendance sheet. I liked that he wasn't going to bother waking them up, he had learned quickly that it was pointless to try. He gave out out next assignment, due the following week. He set the previous week's on the table by his desk. I waited for the others to file out of the room. I hated being stuck in the rush of people over eager to leave, I didn't enjoy being tossed into walls simply because I was small and people never bothered watching where they were going. "Ivy, do you have a minute?" Mark asked from his desk. He had a paper in his hand. "I wanted to talk about your last essay." I shrugged, less time in the crowded hallway was always welcome so I went over to his desk. He gestured for me to sit down in the chair next to him. He didn't say anything for a minute or so, I waited for him to speak as I watched him trying to figure out what to say. I knew he wasn't going to say anything negative. He always left good notes for me on my papers, I liked his hand writing. "I liked the way you described that painting," he continued finally. "but I guess you don't really have a hard time describing what's in your department, do you?" he added with a chuckle. "I like Kandinsky," I replied. "This one wasn't one of his normal ones so I figured it would be good to write about." "I'll have to remember that," he said almost dreamily. Was he actually nervous talking to me, I wondered. I sat quietly waiting for him to say more. I wondered what it would feel like if he would just kiss me like he wanted to. I knew he hadn't pulled me aside to talk about my paper and I had thrown him a bone as to why I had written it. My statement had been honest enough. He brought himself back to reality, "Sorry, I'm probably holding you up." He wasn't, but I left anyway. When I finally got home that evening, I replayed our brief conversation. I wasn't the first one and probably wouldn't be the last. Every time we talked I sat waiting for his mouth to cover mine like both of us wanted. The thought of his lips sent a shudder down my spine. Yes, I liked him a lot. My hand slipped into my panties as I let my mind wander. "Ivy, do you have a minute?" he said. "I want to talk about your paper." He liked the way I had described the Kandinsky painting. Made a joke about it being easy for me since it was my department. I closed the door and sat next to him. The room was empty but for us. We waited for the hallway to clear. "You don't really want to talk about my paper," I teased. "No?" he replied sounding amused, "Then tell me, what do I want?" He smiled at me but didn't show his teeth. He puckered his lips just a touch. "But why? You know exactly what you want," I said leaning forward, baiting him to come closer to me. He closed the gap between us. His lips were soft for a man's, he looked scruffy but was actually well groomed. He might have been a modern version of Walt Whitman. He grabbed me by my shoulders and his left hand tangled itself into my hair. I closed my hands behind his neck, he lifted me onto his lap. I could feel him getting hard through his khaki pants and I grinded into him making him let out a little moan. "I want you," he whispered huskily. My hips twitched as I was getting myself closer to an orgasm. My fingers rubbed my clit hard as I slipped farther away into my fantasy. I wanted to know what he looked like under that button down. I could tell by the way it fell over him that he had a fairly trim figure. I wanted to tear that shirt off and touch his chest, which in my mind was mostly hairless. I wanted to pull his pants down and see what he looked like at full attention. I knew he sometimes got hard looking at me, he had a habit of looking my way and then immediately sitting down or standing behind his desk. I wanted to be bent over that desk, stripped completely naked. He would enjoy that view, I knew he liked my ass. He fucked me hard from behind, not hesitating in taking what he wanted. His big cock pounded into my dripping hole like it was the last thing it would ever do. His strong hands gripped my waist firmly, guiding me up and down his shaft. I let myself cum hard for him, kicking my legs out and knocking over the empty glass I'd set on the floor next to my bed. I heaved a sigh of contentment, even though I was far from satisfied. I went to bed still wet, dreaming about what would happen next class. Thinking of You I am not sure why I have been thinking about you lately, after all our relationship didn't end on the best of terms. As a matter of fact it was a bitter split with a lot of resentment. Maybe I am writing this to deal with my feelings or maybe just to reminisce. Who knows? Does it really matter? What I want to remember is the good times. Not the bad. One thing we had in common, at least at first, was an incredible sex life. And I do mean incredible! Goodness we were great lovers. There was nothing I wouldn't have done to give you pleasure. Just thinking about it makes me hard. One thing you always said to me was I never shared my emotions, but I did through my sexual desire to give you pleasure. When I was making love to you I was totally into your body nothing mattered but pleasing you. When we met I was a carpenter. I had just started my own business building houses. Working outside in the elements, working my muscles every day, made me very conscious of the physical. It made me very attune to my body. I knew what it was like to experience pain and I knew what it was like to experience pleasure. And there is no doubt I enjoyed pleasure, especially sexual pleasure. But more than experiencing pleasure I liked to give pleasure. The first time I saw you I was enthralled. I was in the hospital for surgery and you were my nurse. You were hot, flittering, playing hard to get, but knowing what you were doing. The first thing I noticed about you were your lips. They were so full, so sensuous, so enticing. Your hair, your eyes, your body exuded sensuality, sex appeal, desire. I knew I wanted you and was determined to have you. You got me up to walk and I feigned dizziness to get next to and to touch your body. I am surprised you didn't notice that I was getting hard. It is tough to hide it in those hospital gowns. But then maybe you did because you quickly ushered me back to bed. After much pressure on my part you reluctantly gave me your number and after I was discharged I called you and asked you out. You invited me over to your house for supper and I eagerly agreed. After dinner we went into your living room and sat down to talk. I knew I had to kiss those lips and I did. You didn't resist but played hard to get. Which is ok I like a challenge. I knew I wanted you and especially wanted to feel those gorgeous lips of yours on my cock. The rest is history as they say. We soon moved in together and eventually married. Our love life was open, sensuous, very physical, experimental, filled with desire. As I said just thinking about it, makes me hard. One thing about owning your own business is you often get calls at odd hours. We would be in bed and the phone would ring, someone calling me to ask a question that could easily have waited until the morning. After I answered it you would reach under the covers and grab my cock and begin to stroke it. You would smile at me and then take it into your mouth. I know you enjoyed sucking me, you always took great pleasure in making me hard, feeling me grow in your mouth. I am not sure if it was jealousy, not being the center of my attention or just a desire to give me pleasure when you knew I hated these calls, but you would sure work to distract me. You knew exactly what to do to make me hard. As I talked on the phone I would watch you. It was hard to concentrate on what was being said but I think that was your intention. Your eyes were closed as if your only concern was ministering to my cock. You would take my cock head into your mouth twirling your tongue around it, feeling the texture, tasting it and then slowly slide your lips down the shaft swallowing as much as possible. As you brought your mouth back up you would drag your tongue along the underside increasing my pleasure and sending shudders through me. I knew I had to get off of the phone as soon as possible and begin exploring your body returning the pleasure to you. As you slowly continued to suck me and caress my balls I would reach down with my free hand and begin to caress your breast. You have the most erotic nipples which get hard and erect when I twirl them between my fingers. I love sucking your nipples and could do it endlessly. I would hurriedly end my conversation hang up the phone and then lean back and watch you suck me as I continued to play with your nipple. Knowing I was now off of the phone you would crawl down between my legs and begin to suck me with earnest. You were one incredible cock sucker. Nothing mattered to you but my cock, exploring it with your mouth, giving me pleasure. As you worked my hard shaft in and out of your mouth I would play with your nipples. I liked to hear you moan around my cock as I caressed them. I knew I had to have them in my mouth but hated the idea of you not continuing to suck me. I would reach down and take your head in my hands. You would open your eyes and look at me smiling around my cock. I would reluctantly pull you up so I could kiss those luscious lips of yours. As you rose up to kiss me you would drag your hardened nipples across my cock, stomach and chest sending shudders of pleasure through me. I would kiss you deeply tasting my cock on your lips and in your mouth. I would then raise you further so I could suck your nipples and taste your breasts. You would moan as I sucked one nipple while caressing the other with my fingers. Alternating from one nipple to the other I tried to give you as much pleasure I was experiencing. After sucking and licking your nipples and breasts I would reach down and take your hips and pull you up so I could explore your pussy with my mouth. You would slide up and lower you pussy down on my mouth and I would begin to lick you. I could eat your pussy for hours and never grow tired of it. I loved the feel, the smell, the softness of your pussy lips. But I especially loved the taste. I still today can close my eyes and remember the taste of you. It was exquisite, indescribable. As I probed between your lips seeking your juices I would caress your ass with my hands. You have an incredible ass, probably your finest feature. I couldn't believe my cock could get any harder but it did. I would push my tongue up into your warm wet pussy and soak it with you juices, pulling it back out and swallowing. Eating your pussy drove me crazy. I would stick my tongue as far up your pussy as I could, running it around the inside, caressing your hard clit, sending shivers through you. I would place my mouth around you, encircling your pussy lips and trying to suck the juices into my mouth. You would moan and begin to rock back and forth rubbing your pussy on my mouth. I eagerly licked and sucked you hoping to make you cum and fill my mouth. Wanting to cum but not wanting it to end you would reluctantly pull away from my probing tongue and slide down so you could kiss me. Your lips would close on mine and your tongue would lick the inside and outside of my mouth seeking your pussy juices. As you kissed me you would slide your pussy down my stomach seeking my cock. As if a magnetic force drew us together my cock would easily slip into your warm wet pussy. You would work your pussy up and down soaking my cock and then slowly withdraw it and slide down taking my wet hard cock into your mouth relishing the combined taste. Sometimes I thought you enjoyed the taste of your own pussy as much as I enjoyed it. After licking every inch of my cock making sure you did not miss a drop you would come up and kiss me and again lower yourself onto my cock for another soaking. Off again to suck me clean you would milk my cock and get a big drop of my pre-cum on the tip of your tongue and then kiss me deeply letting me savor the taste of our combined juices. My cock would throb as I tasted our mingled sex sending shivers of pleasure through me making me shudder with pleasure. After several repetitions of this incredible pleasure I would roll you over onto your stomach and get behind you. I would then raise your ass up so I could lick you from behind. You would place your head down and spread your legs giving me open access to your wet dripping pussy. As I placed my mouth around your pussy lips exploring you with my tongue devouring your pussy juices I would bury my nose in the crack of your ass inhaling deeply. I loved the smell of your ass. What a turn on as I ate you out. Though I didn't think it was possible I think my cock would get bigger and harder as I inhaled the deep rick scent of your ass. I would reach between your legs and caress your nipples while eating you, breathing in your exquisite smells. Reluctantly leaving one nipple I would reach down and soak the end of my finger with my pre-cum and place it in your mouth. You would eagerly suck my finger clean and moan with pleasure. I would again soak my finger with my pre-cum but this time I would wipe it on your ass where I could inhale the combined smell of my cock and your ass. Probing your pussy with my thumb soaking it in your juices I would caress your beautiful brown hole with your pussy juice and again inhale our combined scents while eating you. I cannot begin to tell you what a turn on this was for me to be eating you, smelling your pussy, my cum and your ass. I knew that I could no longer resist and I would slide my mouth up to explore your forbidden hole with my tongue. First I would lick your ass hole clean devouring all the sex I had deposited there. Again I would soak my finger with your pussy juice massaging your clit and then I would get a drop of my pre-cum from the slit of my swollen cock and I would wipe it around your hole letting my finger lubricate your ass. Then I would lick you clean relishing the sensations from the mixture of our sex. Repeating this ritual over and over caused you to moan in ecstasy. You knew I was preparing your ass for the penetration of my tongue. No longer willing to wait I would push the tip of my tongue into your ass. We would both shudder with pleasure, you from my tongue and me from the taste. Eating your ass was one of the most erotic things I ever did with you. I absolutely loved it. I would push my tongue as deep as I could inside you twirling it around licking and tasting, savoring the pleasure. You would reach back with your hands and spread the cheeks of your ass allowing me greater access filling you with pleasure and increasing my lust for your body. As you opened up your ass hole for my pleasure I would surround your hole with my mouth and plunge my tongue as deep as I could inside your luscious ass. The sensations were indescribable. I never knew so many of my senses could be ignited just simply from devouring your ass with my mouth and tongue. The taste, the smell, the feel, the sound of my slurping tongue was so arousing, so sensual, so erotic it was all I could do not to explode. I would pull back and look at your open inviting ass and then again shove my tongue deep inside that luscious orifice. As I ate you my cock would throb with pleasure wishing to penetrate you. My mind was on fire with lust for you. All I could think of was giving you pleasure. There was nothing I would not have done for you in those moments. Anything you would have asked I would have done with pleasure. But you were as lost as I was in the pleasure of the moment. Your body was racked with lust and desire. You would grope back for my cock wanting to feel it, to caress it, to taste it. Not taking my mouth from your ass I would turn around and give you access to my swollen throbbing cock. You would eagerly put it in your mouth sucking it long and deep. Working your mouth up and down the shaft, you tried to eat it, to swallow it. I would reluctantly leave your ass and plunge my hot tongue deep inside your wet dripping pussy flicking your clit wanting you to cum in my mouth. You tried to resist but finally gave in to the sensations and started to cum. Your back would arch as you released my cock and drove your pussy onto my tongue fucking it like it was my cock. Your pussy would erupt, your juices flowing as you came on my face soaking it with you pussy juice. You would rub your pussy back and forth across my face increasing your pleasure heightening your orgasm. I drank your juices as they flowed out of your pussy. The taste of you was exquisite heightening my arousal. I could drink your cum over and over and never be satiated. As you pressed your pussy down on my tongue you would grab my cock and franticly suck it trying to make me cum in your mouth, but I had other ideas and wanted to plunge my cock deep inside you. I would roll you off of me onto your stomach, pull up your ass and bury my tongue in your pussy soaking it with your cum. I would then pierce your ass with my dripping tongue tasting that sweet luscious hole. Licking your ass again would almost send me into a frenzy of lust. Lifting you up I would ram my cock deep inside your hot wet pussy. Thrusting deep inside you from behind drove you crazy and I plunged as deep as I could over and over until you moaned in ecstasy. Thrusting back against my cock matching my thrusts made you explode with another orgasm. As you soaked my cock with your cum I would explode shooting stream after stream of cum inside you. You worked your pussy muscles milking my cock, pumping it, seeking every drop of my cum. As I shot my hot thick sperm into you it was if I had become a part of you, that we were merged into one. There was no greater, more erotic, more sensuous feeling then our coming together. I was never more in love with you then at those moments. I guess I will never know why you stopped making love to me when we had such incredible sex. I know you enjoyed it as much as I did. You had to. I could tell from your reaction. Someday I hope you feel comfortable enough to explain it to me. I would really like to know. Thinking of You I haven't submitted anything to Literotica for a while but was looking back through all the wonderfully sexy comments and emails I've received the other day and had the urge again hehe. It's such a turn on to read how you came or played or got so wet listening and I imagined what it would be like to be there with you then, whipsering in your ear, looking over your shoulder and telling you how to touch yourself as you listened and played mmmmm. So, this is dedicated to everyone who left feedback or got in touch at any time to let me know they've enjoyed any of my audios. As a contributor your comments make it all worth while, a big, hard thanks to all of you ;) PS. This is my first totally ad-libbed story so I'm sorry there isn't an accompanying text this time and I also hope, as it's a kind of dedication, that this doesn't put any new listeners off as all are welcome. * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (16 min/mp3) * * * * * Thinking Of You... It really turns me on, makes my very horny and hard knowing you are reading this and touching yourself. I wish I was there watching you, sitting in a comfy chair... reading this and pleasuring yourself, moaning and cumming thinking about me. :) I am thinking about you now, going to your bedroom, slowly undoing your blouse. (You are thinking of me and going to have a little time to yourself :) Your beautiful breasts now exposed in a sexy lacy bra you look down at your cleavage... remembering the last time we were together my cock was in it's place. You let your blouse hit the floor and unzip your skirt, slowly wiggle your sweet ass, just enough so your skirt falls to the floor as well. You have a sly smile as you have no panties on today (I am so proud of you lol, naughty girl!!.) You sit down in a comfy black chair in your room... reach back to unhook your bra and let your lovely breasts free. You sit back, leaving your bra on loosely, one nipple exposed and getting hard. You know this would turn me on and it is making your wet. You push your arms together, eliminating the cleavage and pressing your firm breasts together. You relax your arms and drop your bra to the floor, you know this would have made me beg for you and that thought makes you extremely aroused. Putting a pillow behind your back you slump down in the chair to get comfortable, shift to the side a bit and hang one leg up on the arm of the chair. Cupping your breast and stroking your nipple with one hand.. the other hand moves lightly down your stomach and caressing the outside, then inside of your thigh... Your mind wanders... ...Now you are remembering the first time I was in your bedroom and guided you to be in this position. You recall me on my knees, ready to please you. I gently kissed your inner thighs, my hands stroking your hips, feeling your soft skin and over to the back to your ass squeezing lightly. As I kiss and run my tongue on your thigh I watch you spread your wet lips open for me.. taunting me with your sweet pussy. You then rub your clit.. inviting me to it while your hand moves to my hair, stroking me for a second and then move your hand to the back of my head you gently pull me towards you. My cock ached as I was finally able to kiss your pussy, licking your slit and sucking gently on your clit. My hands moved under your ass and as I held you firmly, I continued to suck and circle your clit with my tongue, loving the taste of your pussy and acting like I couldn't get enough of you. You knew I wanted you, to please you and you finally let me have my wish. You moan as you come back to the present, finding yourself very wet and your fingers are now playing with your pussy. You wish I was there now... but sadly I'm not. But... that won't stop you from enjoying yourself, not today... you recall more of your memory, my hands on your tits and your legs now over my shoulders... my head still buried deep in your pussy. I am diving my tongue as deep into you as I can then go back to your clit, circling it.. sucking it and moaning slowly, as I suck...lick...suck... vibrating a low murmur on your clit and driving you wild. You are very hot now; your pussy is dripping on the floor but that doesn't stop you... you whisper my name as you start to fuck yourself with you finger.. wishing I was there.. driving my cock deep inside of you. You have one finger on your clit now rubbing it while your other hand is fingering your pussy.. your legs are spread wide.. as you rub your clit and thrust your fingers in your wet, throbbing pussy. You feel a sensation brewing deep inside you... you continue to fuck yourself and feel an orgasm erupt. As you think of my cock, inside you shooting hot cum, you are surprised to feel your hot juices flow out of your pussy.. you are having an amazing orgasm and squirting your own cum from your pussy... you scream... moan in pleasure as you continue to cum.. .slowing down.. just lightly touching your pussy now... moaning lightly, you lower your legs .. thinking about the next time we meet... and how you will greet me... xoxox Thinking of You You're gone, of course, by the time I wake up. I reach my hand over to the empty pillow beside me and feel that it is cold. You left a while ago. I hug the pillow to my chest, and pretend it's you for a while. I don't want to get up, and I don't have to go to work. I want you with me as I wake up, and I close my eyes and think of last night. A smile forms on my lips, and my pussy twinges thinking of your cock driving into me, and your lips on my nipples sucking and biting. You aren't here and I'm getting so hot. I cuddle closer to the pillow trying to think of it as your chest, and pull the blanket around my shoulders as if it was your arms. I can smell your scent on the pillows and on me. We fell asleep together. You were still inside me and your cum has dried on my thighs. I get out of bed to go take a shower, and as I pass the mirror I see the marks you left on my neck, breasts and stomach. I turn on the hot water and grab a towel and wash cloth from the closet. I step under the spray and as the hot water hits my body I notice that my nipples are hard. I begin to wash starting on the inside of my thighs. As I run the cloth on the upper part of my thighs I notice that there is another wet heat down there that has nothing to do with my shower. I continue to wash, taking my time and running the cloth slowly over the outside of my pussy. I don't shave it anymore. You love to see my bush wet from wanting you. I open my legs a little more and rub the cloth between my pussy lips, moaning a little when it rubs my clit. It feels so good it reminds me of your tongue, it's rough, warm, and wet. It felt so good I do it again, and again. Stopping when I'm short of breath. I take the cloth and bring it up to my neck, shuddering when it touches the back of my neck, one of your favorite places to kiss me. I rub the sides of my neck and down to my breasts. I rub the cloth around both of them, stopping occasionally to pinch and rub my nipples. The cloth again feels remarkably like your tongue on me. I moan a little as my nipple draws up even more. I've dropped the cloth, the pretense of showering is gone. I turn so the hot water pounds the front of my body, then drop my head onto the tile. It feels so cold on my forehead. I wish you were here. Some of our best times were in the shower, with you kneeling behind me as I'm on my knees. Pushing into me from behind, and squeezing my breasts. You reach one of your hands down to my clit and begin to rub it even as you pound into me. I'm so hot for you by now that I am moaning out load. I pull the shower head down off the wall and lay down on my back in the tub. I slowly put my hand between my legs and feel my clit. I start to rub it even as I spread my legs wide in the bath tub. It feels so good. Not as good as you, though. I take the shower head and turn it to a message setting. It begins to spurt hard forceful drops of water out of it in little streams. I run it over my breasts and begin to message them harder. Running my hands down my stomach to my pussy. I start teasing myself. Rubbing one finger on the outside of my pussy, and then use one hand to open it completely. I begin to finger my clit slowly. Making tiny circles, and my hips start to move with my hand. I take the shower head and pull it down between my thighs. The water stream now begins to hit my clit in short little bursts. I can't stop my hips from moving, but it is moving the stream of water from my clit so I try to keep still. I begin to moan and start circling one finger over my hole not pushing hard. The wetness that I feel makes me so hot that I slip the tip of my finger into myself. Thinking of how much I want that to be your tongue. I close my eyes and drop the shower head and start to feel a warm throb deep within me. I start to finger my clit with one hand and put as much of my two fingers from my other in my pussy that I can manage from that position. It isn't much, but I feel the tremors in my pussy and a warmth goes over my body as I begin to cum. Shaking and moaning I continue to finger my pussy until my hips arch upwards, and my hand falls away limply. I stay at the bottom of the bath tub floor for a while, the warm flow of water from the forgotten shower head flows over my lower back and ass. The cool air above me is drying the water on my nipples making me shudder occasionally, and my pussy twinges once in a while in the aftermath of my orgasm. I push myself up from the floor of the shower, and turn off the water. I walk into the bedroom and begin to look for something to wear, all the while I am using a towel to wipe the water off my body. The phone begins to ring and I pick it up. And listen to your voice float up from the receiver, "Hi Sweetheart, what have you spent all morning doing?" I smile and say into the phone in a husky voice, "Thinking of you." Thinking of You As the sun sets and reflects a glow on my face... I stand on the balcony thinking of you.... feeling the breeze across my body and smelling the scent of you all around me.. just the thought of your presence starts to arouse me in a very sensual and passionate way... I feel my nipples hardening with every moment that passes.... my thoughts are drifting... dreaming that you are there on the balcony with me reaching around to touch me... the soft touch of your hands along my body... your hands on my breasts caressing them and kissing the back of my neck... I place my hands on top of yours to help guide your hands along my body... I feel the wetness occurring between my thighs...... I slowly start to move your hands down to my stomach but not stopping there... I continue to move them down until you reach the end of my skirt... you lift my skirt and slide your hand underneath it... down into my panties to feel the wetness you have created.... I began to start gasping for air.... I love the feeling of your hands on me... the sensations began to get more intense with every touch of your hands... I move your other hand across my breasts.... wanting to feel your hands on every inch of my body... the wetness is getting greater... I help you to feel the warmth and wetness that is inside me... with each movement of your hand into my wetness, I feel the hardness of you against my backside... to know that the sensation of feeling me gets you excited, sends my passion for you roaring... never wanting this to end.... you slip my blouse off my shoulders and began to kiss them... the passion level is so high at this moment that I turn to face you... to kiss your sweet lips and ask you to make slow passionate love to me... it seems we are kissing forever... we are so lost in each others passion for one another that time seems to stand still... you began kissing me all over my neck and with my arms around your neck , you gently pick me up and carry me inside... placing me softly on the couch.... you began to remove my clothing.. kissing me as you do so... working your way down my body with your soft lips... you hesitate for a moment to look up at me... the enjoyment is showing all over my face... As I look down at you, I see a smile come across your face... you continue on working your way down my body... you want to taste my wetness as well as I want you to taste it.... by the way i am breathing you can tell that your are intensifying my passion for you... I place my hands on your head to help guide you... you make me feel so wonderful with your every touch... I love the way you taste the wetness and use your tongue to feel the warmth inside of me.. I feel I cant wait to feel your hardness inside of me... I pull your face up to mine to kiss your sweet and soft lips... I then whisper to you that I want to feel your hardness inside me... your excitement level rises with those simple words from my lips... the passionate way you kiss me after saying that to you lets me know that you are eager as well... slowly you insert the tip of your hardness into me... just enough to tease me.... its driving me wild... I grab your back and wrap my legs around you hoping that I can motivate you to insert more... you resist... you want to excite me so that I loose control.... with every stroke it feels that you are inserting more and more of you into me... I love the feeling of you inside me... making love to me... I sense your excitement growing... I want you to stop.... I don't want you to cum so soon.... I want you to feel the depth of me upon you... with a few moments of playfulness and kissing I switch places with you.... I want to be on top.... with you on your back, I began kissing your lips and working down to your neck.... kissing you so softly and running my tongue around your sensitive areas on your neck... then I move on to your chest... with my hips between your legs I am kissing your stomach area and moving slowly down to your hardness.... sliding my tongue all over the tip of your hardness.... wanting to taste you as well... I slowly insert the tip of your hardness into my warm mouth... then sliding the head in... slowly rotating my tongue around it... I then take in your shaft into my throat slightly sucking and licking as I do so.... you are filled with desire at this point.... deeper and deeper till I feel all of your hardness into my mouth... you don't want to finish like this... you want to feel my cum on you as well as I want to feel yours inside me... I work my way back up your body till I am kissing your neck... I place your hardness inside of me... wanting to feel every inch of you inside me... gentle movements so that this will last as long as we can hold on... you place your hands on my face and bring my lips to yours to softly kiss me as I make love to you... your hands then move onto my breasts... feeling the hardness of my nipples as I am so excited... you place your hands on my sides as if to help me move faster... you tell me that my wetness feels like silk upon you... you can hardly stand to not cum as I am holding back to experience it together... I move slightly faster as I am starting to cum... I feel your warmth explode inside of me as I feel mine cover you... as we look into each others eyes, we began to kiss so romantically... all through the climax we never loose eye contact.... seems we got lost in each others eyes but didn't miss feeling the pleasurable experience... Thinking Of You I have been thinking about you all day long... I can't wait till you get home... Till we can be alone... I can't wait to hug you and touch you and feel your arms around me... To feel your lips gently touch mine. And then later... Well, that's another story. I am looking forward to tonight. I need to cum really bad, and I need you to help me, like only you can. I want you to start by standing behind me and gently moving my hair aside and giving me gentle kisses right along my hair line, up and down my neck. Gently. Occasionally letting your lips gently brush my ear, allowing me to feel your warm breath on my neck and on my ear. I am getting chills right now, just thinking about your gentle kisses on my neck. I want you to continue kissing me like this and gently press yourself against my butt, allowing me to feel your hardening cock move against me. Mmmmmm... I am getting so turned on. I like feeling your hardness against my ass. I can already feel the tension building somewhere deep inside my stomach, tension that REALLY needs to be relieved. You continue this sweet torture, kissing my neck, rubbing your hard cock against my ass... Now one of your hands has made its way to my right breast. You gently trace your fingers all around, deliberately avoiding the nipple. Around, and around. Teasing. Gently kissing my neck, and my ear. Your warm breath sending chill after chill all the way down my spine causing me to press my ass even harder against your big hard cock. Oh my gosh... You are soooo hard. You turn me around and pull me firmly against you. You gently graze my lips with yours, and then go directly for that spot on my neck. You know, the one that drives me wild. You concentrate there for a few minutes, all the while touching my breast with one hand, and running your hands up and down my back with the other. Your hand has somehow found its way under my shirt and is now in direct contact with my nipple. Squeezing. Gently sometimes, roughly other times. Our breathing has become fast and irregular. I am running my hands up and down your back and your are moaning against me. I can feel your hardness straining against your shorts. You take one of my hands and guide it to your hard cock, and I begin to touch you there. Rubbing gently all the way from your balls up to the head of your dick. It is so big. So hard. Harder than I have ever felt it. I slip my hands inside the waistband of your shorts and begin to slide your shorts down... Your huge cock is suddenly released and jumps up with a life of its own. You sit down on the edge of the bed and push me down on the floor, onto my knees. You grab the back of my head and guide me toward your waiting cock. Not that I need much encouragement. You moan loudly when my lips make first contact. Gently, I trace my tongue around the head, and get a small taste of you. Then I work my way down to your balls, and lick there for a few minutes, ever so often going down even further to trace my tongue around your asshole, getting it well lubricated. I then make my way back up to your waiting cock. This time, I open my mouth and start to take you into my mouth, a little bit at a time. I concentrate on the head for a few minutes, sucking , licking, and applying a little bit of pressure to your balls. Then, as I start taking all of your cock into my mouth, I also start running my finger around your asshole. Your cock is so big that I nearly choke as I try to take it all down my throat. You moan as you feel the head against the back of my throat. I suck and suck, and while I am sucking, I am gently pushing my finger in and out your tight ass hole. Just a little. Not enough to hurt, just a little. I bring you almost to the point of exploding, and then you jerk away from me... Not wanting to cum right then. You sit up and grab me... Pulling me roughly to you and crush your lips against mine forcing your tongue into my mouth. You pull me to my feet and in one motion, you jerk my shirt off me and then push my panties down around my ankles. You push me back on the pile of pillows you have ready for me. Once again, you kiss me roughly, and then more gently. Your hand is roaming freely all over me now. From my nipples to my bellybutton. And at the same time you are sucking that special place on my neck, causing me to almost cum right then. Your hand makes its way lower, and you moan again when you feel my shaved pussy. You immediately start making your way south with your lips. You spread my legs wide and settle yourself between them. Looking at my shaved pussy. You take your thumbs, and spread my lips apart. Looking in all the folds for that special place that you know is the key to my orgasm. You gently push your tongue in there, searching, and finding. You start circling my clit with your tongue ,around and around. Deliberately avoiding putting pressure directly on it. You stop for a minute and kiss all around my shaved mound, remembering how much fun you had shaving it. Then you start teasing my clit again. You lick and lick and lick, driving me just about wild. One of your hands moves down and you push one finger up inside my dripping pussy, still continuing to lick my clit. I am just about to explode. You are making me feel sooo good. I am rubbing my own nipples now, and pushing myself at your face and your fingers. You move up on the bed now, still with your fingers in me. Your cock is HUGE. I feel it against my leg as you continue to rub me between the legs. I am just about to cum. Oh my gosh... I am going to cum all over you. Just when I am about to cum, you get between my legs and put my hands on my own pussy, encouraging me to keep rubbing. I do, and you are poised right there, waiting for my orgasm. Just when I start shooting my cum, you force your huge cock into me, sending me right over the edge. Then you starting pumping me, hard and fast. You are filling me up so completely. Your cock is made just for me. We fit together perfectly. Your eyes are locked with mine now, and I can tell you are about to cum. All of a sudden, I feel you tense, and see your eyes roll back, and you fill me with your hot cum. It feels so good shooting up inside me, setting me on fire all over again. I just LOVE feeling your cum shoot into me. You know what I need, and you reach immediately for the vibrator, turn it on, and shove it down on my clit. After, a minute or two of holding the vibrator on my clit and kissing my neck, I reach orgasm again and you toss the vibrator aside and put your hand between my legs, running your fingers around in the mixture of our juices. The heat from your hand soothes my now sore pussy. We fall asleep in each other's arms, both with a contented smile on our faces. To Be Continued... Thinking Outloud This all started with me thinking outloud. I was in the kitchen drinking a soda when my eighteen year old sister, Tracy, walked in. Tracy had on a tight pair of shorts and a loose tee shirt. She opened the door on the refrigerator, and bent down to pull out a bottle of water. This gave me a perfect view. "Nice ass!" I said this out loud, but I was just thinking it. Tracy turned her head at me, and smiled. "Thanks, bro." Being two years older than Tracy didn't help me much. I felt like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I gulped down the soda and left her smiling at my red face. For the next few days I noticed Tracy acting a little strange. I would be watching the T.V., and Tracy would walk right in front of me, bend down and pick something up. She seemed to pose on the stairs when I was behind her, or if I was sitting down, she would brush up against me. One night when our parents were out shopping, Tracy lay down on the couch, where I sat watching a rerun on T.V., and placed her feet on my lap. I knew something was up, and thought I'd let it play out. I acted like everything was normal, paying no attention to Tracy. "Phil, this old movie is boring." Tracy spoke in a very low voice. I didn't respond, playing it cool. Tracy moved her feet to my crouch, and started to rub my growing erection. I put my hands on her legs and lightly rubbed her thighs. This caused her to rub my crouch even harder. Tracy grabbed my right hand, and pulled it to her bare stomach, then pushed my fingers just under the top of her shorts. I could feel skin, she wasn't wearing panties. I slowly moved my hand to her warm mound, slipping my middle finger into the wet slit. Tracy moaned as I found her clit, and slowly started to finger her. Tracy was no longer rubbing my crouch, but was now moaning, and squirming under my now deeply buried finger in her cunt. I was intent at getting my sister to cum, and paid no attention to the time. Tracy finally gave a series of jerks, and held my hand tight to her cunt, and with a tortured gasp, she came, flooding my hand, and spotting her shorts. Just in time, as we heard the garage door going up. Our parents were home. Tracy pulled my hand out of her pants, and ran upstairs. I jumped up and ran to the sink to wash my hands. Mom walked in first, and said to give my dad a hand with the groceries. I finished washing, when my mom asked where Tracy was. I said I wasn't sure, but I thought upstairs. Mom just nodded, and I went out to help dad. I was wanted to keep it slow so we would not raise our parents suspicions up, but Tracy was coming on to me more than ever. Every time we were alone for a few minutes, she was rubbing my crouch or would grab my hand, and put it on her tit. Our parents were going out to dinner with friends Friday night, and Tracy and I could have a little fun. Tracy came in my room just before dinner Thursday, and holding me close, whispered in my ear. "Phil, Get some condoms, we'll need them." I was late at the dinner table; I said I had some business to take care of. I really just had to relieve myself. I couldn't walk in on our parents with a hard on, could I? After dinner, I said I was going out. I headed to our local drug store, and checked out the condom's. I picked up a five pack, then another, along with a tube of lube. You never have too many, I thought. I scoped out the cashier, and saw an older man working the counter. I got in line, and just as it was my turn, a girl in her mid twenties took over for him. I put the condoms on the counter, and paid her. As she was handing me the bag, she hesitated, and looking me in the eye's, said, "Good luck." I said thanks and left. Friday, as our parents were getting ready to leave, Tracy and I paid little attention to each other so as not to raise any suspicion. Mom was a little concerned, and kept asking if we would be alright. I kept reassuring her that we're both old enough to take care of our self's. Finally our parents left. Tracy and I waited for the garage door to close before we started anything. After a full minute, that seemed more like an hour, we ran upstairs to my room, laughing and teasing all the way. Once in my room, with the door closed, we took all our clothes off in a flash. Tracy was in full bloom, a perfect little body; I was hard and more than ready to ravish her. We jumped on the bed, and Tracy asked me to be gentle with her. "Are you a virgin little girl? " I asked with a smile. "Not really." Tracy smiled back at me. "Well... either you are or you aren't, which one?" "Don't worry Phil, I used a dildo and my hymen is broken, so there won't be any mess." I picked up a condom package and Tracy grabbed it away from me. She tore it open, and told me to lie down. She unrolled the condom over the head of my cock and stopped. "Honey, we're going to need the whole thing rolled out." I teased. Tracy laughed, then put my cock into her mouth, and bobbed up and down until the condom was rolled down to the base of my shaft. "WOW! Where the hell did you learn that? Tracy just rolled on her back, and spread her perfect legs apart. I got between her legs, and bent down to lick that tasty mound before entering with my now throbbing rod. My sister pushed her cunt into my face and I was lapping at her sweet juices for only a few minutes before she had an orgasm. I felt her body tense up, then she pumped that cunt into my face, while holding my head tight into her crouch. While Tracy was still panting from her climax, I entered her, no lube needed. I was in to the hilt, a good seven inches, buried inside her. Tracy moaned a little, but was thrusting hard against me. I was pumping hard just to keep up with her. I thought about her, be gentle with me, plea, and let out a chuckle. Tracy was definitely fucking me; I was just going for the ride. She had two more, smaller orgasms before I could no longer hold back. With a loud grunt I blew a load of cum into the rubber. Tracy hit her climax just as I came. She was milking my cock, with long, fast strokes, even as I went limp. Somewhere along the way she had managed to peel off the condom, and it was stuck deep in her cunt when I pulled out. I reached down, and pulled it out, relived to see most of my sperm still in or on it. I told Tracy to go into the bathroom and pee, then to do a water douche. Tracy finally got up after a little prodding from me. I followed her into the bathroom, washed myself in the sink, and watched as my sister cleaned up. We both said it was fun, and Tracy wanted more...me too. We went back to my room, and used up three more condoms before hearing noises downstairs. Damn, we lost track of the time, our parents were home. Tracy ran to her room, then to the bathroom. Shit! I had a mess to clean up, and I couldn't even flush the last rubber we had used down the toilet. I hid everything, and jumped into bed. My mom knocked on my door, then, slowly opened it. "Is everything ok?" "Yeah mom. I was just about to fall asleep." Mom did a slow look around before saying goodnight, and closing the door. I wondered what she was looking for. Dad grumbled about Tracy always being in the bathroom when he has to go. Mom told him to use the one downstairs. I heard my parents shut their bedroom door, and then Tracy finished in the bathroom, finally came out, and went into her room. I lay awake for an hour running the events of the night threw my mind. I knew this was just the beginning, and wondered what was going to happen next. Saturday Tracy was all giggles, and just a little too happy. I was half watching T.V., when Tracy made a motion for me to go to my room. I got up, and went upstairs, trying to draw as little attention as possible. Tracy came up a few minutes later. She walked in my room, leaving the door opened. "Guess what, stud, I told mom I wanted to make a doctors appointment so I could go on the pill. We'll be able to do it the right way." I said that was great, and asked her what mom said about her request. She said mom wanted to know if she was sexually active, and Tracy told her that at eighteen she was old enough to be prepared for sex just in case. Mom made a frown at her, but said she would set up an appointment. Tracy rubbed the bulge in my pants, and then kissed me on the lips before leaving, and going downstairs. Later that night Tracy gave me a great blow job, while our parents were visiting the neighbors. Two days later, Tracy told me that she had told her best friend, Beth, all about us. I asked if she was crazy, but Tracy said it was cool. Beth was just as horny as her, and wanted me to fuck her. I knew Beth was eighteen, and nice looking, even if a little skinny. Beth's parents were going out of town, in two weeks, for a whole week, and Tracy promised to set something up. Tracy had a plan. She would tell mom she was staying with Beth overnight, this was not unusual as she had done this several times before. I was to have an overnight date that same night. Tracy would ask me to drop her at Beth's, on the way to my date. "Where are you going to be when I'm having sex with Beth? I asked. "Don't be silly stud, I'm going to be sitting there watching you two, and maybe taking notes." Somehow I found this kinky idea very hot. I agreed, and we set it up for the first Friday night that Beth's parents would be gone. Tracy and I had managed to have sex almost every time our parents were out of the house for more than twenty minutes. This was great, until I was out of condoms. I went to the same drugstore to get more condoms, buying a box of twenty five this time. The same girl was at the counter when I checked out. She gave me a big smile, and handed back my change, and said, "I guess you did get lucky." I just shrugged my shoulders as she was putting my purchase in a bag. She tore off the receipt, and wrote something on the back before handing it to me. She said, "Thanks, and enjoy." I was in my car before looking at what she had written on my receipt. Turning it over it read: Taylor Evans, a phone number, and, I get off work at 7 pm, m-f. I was now getting in over my head in sex. I went home, and told my sister what had happened. She said it was great. She wanted to stay off getting fucked until after her doctor's appointment next week, and told me a date with this girl would make our parents believe I was with her instead of Beth, when our plan was used. Made sense to me, I guess. I called Taylor later that night. She sounded sweet over the phone. I made a date for the next night. Taylor gave me her address, and we were set. When I got to Taylor's house she was at the door before I got out of the car. She asked if I liked pizza. I said sure, and she replied that she knew a great place to go. We drove several miles, I followed her directions, and we ended up at a small restaurant. Before we got out of the car, Taylor handed me a small zip bag. It had several small white pills in it. I told her I don't do drugs. "Don't worry. These will only help to keep you up for when I get you back home. Their for sexual endurance, if you try one you'll see what I mean." I took the bag, and removed one pill. As soon as I got some water I swallowed the small pill. Taylor said it would take a short time until I felt it working. We small talked over pizza, and sodas for an hour, then headed back to her place. I was getting very aroused by this time, and quickly made it back to the house. Taylor invited me inside, and we wasted little time, kissing, and groping each other, before the front door was closed. Taylor led me to her bedroom, and we stripped quickly, falling on the bed. "Don't worry about condoms love, I'm on the pill." Taylor was around twenty five, like I said before, and her body was much more developed than my sisters. Taylor had a real rack, much more than a mouthful, no matter how hard I tried. She had a bald muff, and I needed to plow my cock in it now. I applied a dab of lube to my throbbing shaft and went for the gold. First thrust found home, and I pumped away. Taylor came so much; she had to use a towel to dry her cunt several times. I was like a superman, Taylor's moans sounded like cheers to me. I finally shot a load of cum deep in to her tunnel, but I stayed hard. Taylor and I fucked until it was getting light outside. She even tried to blow me a couple of times, but I just stayed hard. I couldn't cum anymore, and I was only about half erect now. Next time, just half a pill, I made a note to myself. Taylor stayed in bed while I showered, then left to go home, and sleep. I must have been sleeping for a couple of hours when Tracy came bounding into my room. "How'd it go brother? You've got to tell me everything, don't leave out a thing. Mom's next door talking with the neighbor, hurry up before she gets back." I knew it was no use trying to sleep, so I told my sister about the pills, and staying hard all night. I told her I made Taylor's pussy sore; "She's probably going to be walking a little funny today." I kidded. "Damn brother! Make sure you have some left for Beth's big night. I'd like to see you screw her little ass raw." Tracy saw the doctor the next day. The doctor said Tracy was old enough to have an examination without mom being there, if she wanted. Tracy told mom she wanted to be on her own for this, so mom stayed in the waiting room until Tracy was done. The doctor told my sister that he knew she had been sexually active recently, and hoped she had used some protection. Tracy said she had, and the doctor was pleased to tell her he could find no reason for her not to go on the pill. He told her to wait a month before having unprotected intercourse. Tracy said she had a party coming up, and that might be a problem. The doctor told her to be careful, or miss the party. Tracy told mom everything was fine, and they headed to the drugstore to get the prescription filled. Tracy knew that Taylor would be there, and made it a point to talk with her. Mom now knew that Taylor was dating me. I thought this was good, very good. Mom now knew I was dating, and maybe it would take some suspicion away from Tracy, and me. I was having sex with Tracy almost every day. I went to the drug store to buy more condoms. Taylor was at the checkout, and I knew she wanted to talk "Well Phil, I know you don't use these on me, so who's the lucky girl?" I stammered around, finally saying I wasn't serious with anyone yet, but I still had some friends that I dated." Taylor laughed. "It's ok, I don't want an exclusive on you, but save a little for me. How's that pill supply holding out, do you need some more?" "No I'm fine, but thanks. Hey maybe we could get together again next week." She said sure thing, and I left the store. Friday arrived, and Tracy was acting a little weird, like a little kid getting a puppy. Mom was a little edgy about my sister's behavior, and even dad noticed it. I pulled Tracy to a corner, and told her to calm down or the whole deal is off. It worked. Tracy said something about a sugar overload, and my parents seem to buy it. Tracy told them I would drop her off at Beth's, on the way to my date. Mom seemed a little concerned, and offered to drive Tracy, but I said it wouldn't be a problem. We got into my car, and headed over to Beth's house. Tracy was talking so fast I had to tell her to slow down. "Did you take the pill stud?" She shouted. "Yes, well, half a pill. I don't think Beth is ready for a whole one yet." This got Tracy giggling, and making jokes about Beth passing out or something. I pulled into the driveway at Beth's house, where she was at the door waiting for us. We walked in, and Beth was kissing me, and frenching me, as she guided me up the stairs. We went straight to her bed room, where she stripped, then helped me. Tracy was sitting on a chair that had a full side view of the bed, applauding as we stripped. Beth pulled me down, and on top of her, spreading her legs wide. Tracy handed me a condom, and a tube of lube. Beth rolled the condom on me, and I applied the lube directly to her slit, producing little moans from her. "I pushed in, and was rewarded with a hot, sucking feeling on my shaft. Beth was hot, and I knew she wanted fucked hard. I pounded her ass, driving my rod full in and bringing it out until just the head was in her, then pounding it in until it bottomed out. Beth took my pounding, and gave back just as hard. I thought her skinny little ass would break, but she kept up stroke for stroke. Beth was having a series of small orgasms, each one getting more intense. I found her g spot, and making slow little motions, teasing her until she started to convulse in ecstasy, and finished by shooting a load of cum in the condom, as I pounded her ass to the climax's end. Beth lay there glowing, when my sister, now completely nude, got on the bed. "My turn." She said. Tracy pulled off my used condom, put it in a trash bag, and popped the slimly cock in her mouth, sucking it clean, and getting it hard. Track put a fresh condom on me, and wanting fucked from behind, got on all fours. I had fucked my sister enough time to know what she liked. Tracy liked to have her clit licked before doing it doggie, and I liked to lick her slit in this position, because she would always end up fucking my face. As I tongue fucked my sister, I could hear her, and Beth deep kissing. This was a really big turn on. Beth was sucking on Tracy's tits when Tracy started to fuck my face with a passion. My sister was rubbing her clit from my chin to my nose. I kept working my tongue, and licked her anus more than once. This was all driving her wild. With a flurry of moans, Tracy flooded my face with her juices, more than ever before. We lay in bed, panting, and moaning for a few minutes before I could mount my sister from behind. As I entered her cunt, Beth moved to the head of the bed, in front of my sister's face, and spread her legs. Tracy started to lap Beth's cunt, as I pumped her twat hard. Both girls were moaning, and I was getting close too. Beth let out a grunt, Tracy gave a loud moan as she came, and I blew a load that overfilled my condom. We rested awhile, I asked the girls how long had they been playing with each other. Tracy said that they had both lost their virginity on the same night. Beth had found her mom's dildo, and they used it on each other. I thought that was pretty cool, and told them so. I grabbed my pants, and found the other half of the pill, and swallowed it. The rest of the night we rutted like wild animals. The girls put on a good show for me as they did a sixty nine, and I stayed hard enough to please any desire they had. We fell asleep the next morning, and that was only because I was out of condoms. We woke up around noon, and showered, with the girls taking turns sucking my dick, seeing which one would get me off. Beth won, and did a fine job of swallowing every drop. Tracy said she was going to stay over Beth's a couple of days more, and I could drop by anytime, just bring more condoms. I said I would be back again for sure. I had to tear myself from these hotties, and leave before I was tempted to have intercourse without protection. On my way home I stopped at a nearby drugstore to buy condoms, and a new tube of lube. This was a drugstore that was new to me, so as I was hunting around looking at the different condoms, I was approached by a young girl asking if I needed any help. I replied, not at the moment, but thanks anyway. She smiled, and walked away. When I arrived home mom was in the living room. She called me in. "Have a good time, son?" "Yeah mom, it was a good date." "Well Phil, it's just the two of us until your sister gets home. Your dad was told he was needed for a week at an out of state office. He came home this morning to pack a bag, before catching the plane. What do you plan on doing until your sister comes home, and you two can screw again?" Thinking Outloud I froze. "Wwhhaat do you... mean?" I stutter when nervous. "Before you try lying your way out, let me tell you what I know. I came home, and you were in bed, early. When I checked in on you, the room smelled like sex. The next day Tracy said she wants to go on the pill. I meet your friend Taylor at the drug store, and we had a little talk. I took her to lunch, and we really hit it off well. She told me about all the condoms you've been buying. I was actually a little relived to know you two were at least using protection. I've had to distract your father more than once, while I covered for you two. Last night I followed you to Beth's house. I told your father I needed some eggs, and I was going to the store, but again I checked on you later that night. I bet you had a threesome going full blast by then. Well, any thing you want to say?" I hung my head, and asked in a weak voice, if Tracy and I were going to be punished. "No... No punishment... I couldn't punish my children for something so wrong, but so wonderful. All I ask son is that you show me some of that magic between your legs." I looked into my mom's eyes, and saw a woman that needed loving. I reached in my pocket, and removed a pill from the bag, popped it in my mouth, and swallowed. "I've wanted this for a long time mom." We kissed, and headed to my bedroom. I wondered if mom might consider a threesome with Taylor. I'd ask her later.