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What a Difference

By: candytales



Much as I love my job at 'Playthings' helping customers choose their exotic lingerie and sex toys I always look forward to Thursdays, which is my regular day off and is the only day of the week that I get totally to myself because Ebony is at work. Sometimes I go into town for some retail therapy, or meet up with some friends for lunch or just potter around the apartment doing domestic type stuff.

On this particular Thursday in mid March I was especially lonesome because Ebony was away on a short skiing holiday with her friend Alex and another couple. I had been invited but I couldn't get the time off work and in any case I'm not as good as they are on the slopes so I was content to give it a miss. Anyway, I needed to catch up on things like washing, ironing and cleaning and I could always 'phone one of my playmates if I fancied some male or female company for the evening.

I was really getting stuck into the household chores when around midday our doorbell rang. This is quite unusual because the building has an entryphone system so whoever was at my door must be someone from within the block of four apartments. I peered through the spyhole and could see that the caller was male but I didn't recognise him as one of my neighbours so I attached the security chain before opening the door slightly.

"Yes?" I said cautiously.

"Hello." Came the reply. "I'm really sorry to disturb you but I'm looking after Mark and Lisa's apartment for a couple of weeks and I've got a problem with the hot water system. I've tried to 'phone them but I can't get through so I'm after a small favour."

"Hold on a moment." I said as I undid the chain and opened the door fully.

"Hi." He said with a beaming smile on his face. "You must be Candy." 

He held out his hand and we shook. "I'm Ross Taylor, a friend of Mark and Lisa, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance."

I invited him in but to be honest he looked a bit of a mess wearing scruffy jeans and an old tee shirt covered in paint, unkempt hair and an unshaven face. On the plus side he had lovely smile and piercing blue eyes. Mind you, I wasn't looking exactly glamorous myself dressed in an old grey tracksuit with my hair tied back.

He stood in the hallway and explained that he was staying at Mark and Lisa's home and doing some decorating for them while they enjoyed a holiday at his place in Spain.

He said, "I know it's a bit cheeky but I really need a shower and I just can't get any hot water. Any chance I can use yours?"

"No problem," I replied, "It's through here." 

"Thanks," he said, "I'll just nip downstairs and grab a towel."

"No need," I said, "There are plenty of towels and bathrobes in there."

He gave me a 'thank you' nod, went into the bathroom and shortly afterwards I heard the power shower burst into life. After a few minutes I entered the room and asked him if he was OK and if there was anything he needed. He replied that he was fine and didn't seem to mind that I was watching him shower. He was probably in his mid-thirties with a lean, tanned muscular body and an impressive length of manhood hanging between his thighs. I was quite tempted to ask if I could join him but decided against it. 

When he emerged from the shower wearing one of our white bathrobes he looked revitalised and accepted my offer of a cup of tea.

"That's not a local accent." I said.

"New Zealand." He replied. "It's a long story as to how I ended up in Spain but I have a great lifestyle and run my own property management company."

He went on to explain how he'd met up with Mark and Lisa and why every now and again they do a mutually convenient house swap because they have friends in Spain and he has contacts in England. The decorating was a one-off favour.

As he was about to leave he asked, "Do you like Paella?"

"It's one of my favourites." I replied.

"Would you care to join me for dinner this evening?" He asked. "I have some superb wines that I'm sure you'll love."

"Sounds wonderful." I replied.

"See you around seven thirty then." He said as he collected his dirty clothes and disappeared down the stairs.

By five-thirty all my tasks were completed and I decided to run a nice hot bath for a long relaxing soak. As I dried my long peachy blonde hair in front of a full-length mirror I examined my reflection. I get lots of compliments on my bum, which I'd prefer to be a bit smaller but on the whole I'm happy my curvy body, milky white skin, plump firm breasts topped by pretty pale brown nipples and a silky smooth bald pussy.

I scanned my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear and eventually settled on a slinky low cut red dress that suited my figure and showed plenty of cleavage. I considered wearing some nice lacy underwear and a pair of hold-up stockings but in the end I decided not to bother. I stepped into a pair of red high heels that matched my dress, grabbed a bottle of champagne from the fridge and ambled downstairs a good half an hour too early.

When he opened the door I couldn't believe the transformation from a scruffy unshaven tramp into a gorgeous clean-shaven handsome hunk wearing lightweight baggy trousers and a stylish white shirt.

"Wow," I said, "What a difference."

"You too," he replied, "I love the sexy dress."

He ushered me in and I gave him the bottle saying something about not coming empty handed and almost immediately he popped the cork and poured two flutes of bubbly.

"Sorry I'm a bit early," I said, "But I was ready and just kicking my heels."

He passed me a glass and as we clinked them together he said, "Here's to a nice evening and a new friendship."

He showed me into the lounge, invited me to sit down and said, "Dinner won't be ready for about forty-five minutes so let's get to know each other a little better."

We chatted and were both candid about our lifestyles. He told me about the steamy sex he has with his nubile twenty year old Spanish girlfriend and her horny forty year old next door neighbour whilst I gave him chapter and verse about my bi-sexual life with Ebony and my various playmates. We really seemed to connect and much as I was looking forward to a nice evening with a new man and dinner thrown in, I was really starting to feel that we would be enjoying something much more physical as the evening progressed.

The meal was delicious and the background music of classical Spanish guitar as well as the soft lighting just added to the ambience. The wine and conversation flowed until we reached a point where a kiss was inevitable. It was such a romantic moment as we held hands across the table and he rose out his chair to lean across kissing me tenderly on my lips. My heart actually skipped a beat and my libido started to kick in.

"I have a confession to make Ross," I said.

"What's that?" he asked curiously.

I stroked his cheek with my finger and said, "I'm not wearing any panties and my pussy is very moist."

He smiled and said, "Is that a signal that we might be having sex later?" he asked.

I stood up and started to make my way round to his side of the table saying, "I can't really wait 'till later Ross, I'm ready for it right now."

By the time I reached him he'd already turned his chair round and was undoing his trousers. He reached in and pulled his cock out saying, "Mark and Lisa told me you were friendly."

"You're about to find out how friendly I can get," I said as I took his cock in my hand and tugged on it gently a couple of times before positioning myself with my legs astride him. Without even bothering to lift my dress I guided the tip of his cock into the opening of my warm wet vagina and we both gasped a little as I lowered myself down on it with one deliberate penetrating movement.

I put my arms around his neck and we were kissing passionately as I raised and lowered myself rhythmically on his gloriously stiff cock. He began to gently fondle my breasts as we fucked and he managed to expose one of my nipples, which he sucked and licked with glee.

"Your cock feels so big in my tight pussy Ross, is it ok if I stay the night?" I asked. 

"Jesus Christ," He moaned," What did I do to deserve this?"

As I rose and fell on his cock I replied. "I'll take that as a yes then."

I felt in complete control of the sex we were having and kept altering the tempo from fast to very slow and I loved the sound of the soft moaning that we were making.

After a few more deep satisfying thrusts I whispered, "I bet you've got a full sac to give me Ross, I can't wait to see it spurting from your cock." 

I disconnected from him and kneeled on the floor between his legs. His long thick cock was glistening with my pussy juices and I really enjoyed my flavour as I sucked him deep and hard. I was determined to bring him off sooner rather than later so I pleasured him with my hand and mouth until I could detect that he was close to a climax.

"Don't give me any warning Ross," I ordered, "Just give it to me."

He grabbed the seat of his chair and was clearly tensing up when suddenly he made the familiar groan a man makes when he ejaculates and a massive spurt of thick warm creamy cum shot from his cock landing on my face. Then another and another but I kept wanking him hard and sucked the precious droplets that oozed from his tiny hole until he was empty.

As everything subsided his eyes rolled around and he said slowly and deliberately, "That was just mind-blowing."

I replied, "What a delicious load Ross. It's everywhere, my face, my hair, and my eyes, all over my chest, my dress is spattered with it and I swallowed quite a bit so I think I love you already."

It was one of those awkward moments after a totally spontaneous session of raw uninhibited sex when appropriate words are hard to find but Ross put everything back into perspective by asking, "Fancy a brandy?" 

We both giggled and whilst he went to fix the drinks, I found the bathroom and cleaned myself up a bit. I couldn't believe it when I looked at myself in the mirror and saw all the cum dripping off my face but a few minutes later I emerged looking more or less presentable apart from the obvious stains on my dress.

I sat on the sofa and Ross delivered two huge brandies and two black coffees before sitting beside me. We chatted, drank brandy and listened to music and although the rest of the evening was uneventful, it was really cosy and enjoyable. 

At around ten thirty I said, "I'm ready for bed."

Clutching a half empty bottle of white wine and two glasses he replied "Me too." 

We both stood up, embraced, kissed and he led me to his bedroom, which in truth was a typical man's room with an unmade bed and clothes scattered everywhere. He placed the bottle and glasses on a bedside table and said sheepishly, "Sorry about the mess, I haven't really had a chance to tidy up."

"No problem." I said as I reached behind my back to unzip my dress, which I let slip to the floor. Ross looked at me standing naked before him and I beckoned him towards me.

"If you like what you see you can take me." I whispered.

He embraced me, kissed me and I felt his hand slipping between my legs. I gave a little gasp as his fingers fondled my pussy and when he found the moist opening of my vagina and inserted two fingers I just melted.

As he gently fingered me I reached down to his groin and unzipped his trousers. His lovely stiff cocked popped out easily and I pulled on it firmly saying, "When I woke up this morning I wasn't expecting any of this."

"Nor me." He confessed.

I slipped under the duvet and waited for Ross to join me. When he did it was just so sensual to feel his warm naked skin on mine and as we kissed and caressed we started to explore and stimulate each other with our hands, lips and tongues. We threw the duvet off the bed and Ross lay on his back so that I could get on top of him with my legs either side of his face. As I massaged and sucked his delicious cock he plunged two fingers back into my warm wet cunt and sucked hard on my pussy lips and clit. It was so energetic that we both gasped and grunted like animals. I found myself spitting on Ross's cock to make it as wet as I could and I felt his finger prodding at my anal hole, which I happily let him penetrate.

After a few fantastic minutes of fingering and sucking I really wanted to feel his cock inside me so I disconnected and straddled him. Slippery and wet from my saliva his long thick New Zealand cock disappeared into my vagina in less than a second. We fucked hard and rough and he was less than gentle squeezing my tits but I didn't care.

"Fuck my cunt Hard Ross." I pleaded, "Then my arse."

In answer to my plea we disconnected and I kneeled on all fours. Ross got behind me and he re-entered me giving me a dozen or more deep penetrating strokes before slipping his cock out and sliding it up to my anal hole,

"Put in Ross," I pleaded, "I don't care if it hurts." 

We were both sweating and as he inched his way into my anal passage I was grateful for the fact that his cock was soaked in my oily pussy juices, which meant that it was only a minor discomfort. When he was fully inside me and started to gently fuck me it just felt amazing.

Over the next ten minutes or so he fucked both my holes in turn and the only thing missing from my total enjoyment of these moments was an orgasm.

"I need to cum Ross." I gasped.

After a few more precious strokes he withdrew and turned me over onto my back so that I could spread my legs and let him work to bring me off. He buried his face in my crotch and I could feel his tongue probing my holes deeply especially when I lifted my legs in the air and held them there with my arms behind my knees.

It felt fantastic but what happened next just blew me away. Ross reached over to the bedside table and picked up the wine bottle. I let my legs down again and he knelt beside me with my pussy in one hand and the bottle in the other the contents of which he proceeded to drizzle over my body. I felt the cold wine on my warm breasts and watched my nipples get long and stiff, then down my torso filling my navel before trickling over my pussy, into my slit and over my genitals. Then he started to lick me all over and after he'd sucked on my wine-soaked clit he started to tease the opening to my vagina with the neck of the bottle.

I realised what he was thinking and when I parted my pussy lips with my fingers he slipped the neck of the bottle into my hole as far as it would go then started to gently fuck me with it.

At first it felt cold but the warmth of my inside soon took the chill off and I was enjoying the way he was pressing his hand down hard just above my slit whilst using the bottle to find my 'G' spot. I began to feel the familiar sensation of an orgasm building and I couldn't help rubbing my clit as all of a sudden I felt dizzy and my body jolted violently as squealed uncontrollably with the sheer pleasure of it.

At that same moment Ross tipped the bottle up and poured the remaining contents into my body. It was cold wet and so different from the warm sensation I'm familiar with when a man cums or pees inside me but very pleasant nevertheless.

Almost as soon as my orgasm subsided Ross positioned himself between my legs and entered me with a single penetrating thrust. My vagina was now stuffed with cock and white wine and as he fucked me harder and harder I started to become a bit delirious. I could feel my tits wobbling rhythmically as the tempo increased and I knew that I was on the verge of another climax.

I was clawing his back and thrusting my hips in synch with him when suddenly, my body shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me and I wrapped my legs around him and rolled with him onto our sides. At that very moment Ross grunted loudly and started cumming inside me and kept on cumming until both our orgasms began to subside.

We were both quite breathless but made no attempt to disconnect from each other. "How was that for you?" Ross enquired quietly.

"I doubt if I'll ever be able to handle a bottle of wine again without thinking of you." I replied.

We both giggled and after a few minutes we had to separate so that Ross could get the duvet. As we did, the contents of my vagina leaked all over the bed and to be honest that, plus the wine that had been spilled over me earlier made a very large damp patch.

Ross went into the bathroom and returned carrying a huge bath towel, which he laid over the patch and we snuggled up together under the duvet. After goodnight kisses we both drifted off to sleep only to be awakened at silly o'clock in the morning by the sound of the entryphone buzzer being repeatedly pressed. It didn't register at first then suddenly Ross leapt out of bed with the words, "Oh my god."

When he returned he apologised for the fact that he'd forgotten all about the engineer calling first thing in the morning to fix the hot water system. I told him that it would have been nice to start the day with more sex but that I needed to get showered and ready for work anyway.

"Will you be here when I get home from work at around five-thirty?" I asked.

"Sadly not Candy," He replied, "Once the heating is repaired I've got to get to London to manage my display stand at an overseas property exhibition and won't be back until around noon on Sunday."

"That's such a pity," I said, "But Ebony will be home sometime on Saturday so promise me that you'll have lunch with us on Sunday, I know she'd love to meet you and I can assure you that she's just as friendly as me."

He smiled broadly and replied, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." 

As the engineer entered the front door of the apartment, I made my exit wearing just my red high heels and the robe that Ross had borrowed after his shower. As the engineer gave me a slightly startled look, I kissed Ross softly and said, "See you on Sunday," before skipping up the stairs to my apartment.

Within forty-five minutes I was showered and dressed just waiting for my toast to pop up before heading off to work.

As I waited I sent a quick text to Ebony instructing her not to make any plans for Sunday as I had everything arranged for a very special lunch.

What a Difference A Day Makes



My name is Brooke, at this writing I am 30+, tall, and 130 lbs dripping wet.  Unlike most of the women in these stories I am not voluptuous, in fact next to most other women I look like a 14-year old boy, at least in the bust.  My hips are slim, but slightly better proportioned than my chest.  Let's see, what else might you want to know.  I am very athletic, dark hair, nice face with a ready smile.  My sense of humor borders on the absurd, which means I get jokes that no one else seems to get.  For example someone handed me a report the other day.  A 32 page, printed in color, professionally bound, report on the status of my school district's paperless automation initiative.  For some reason I thought that was funny.  Well no one else understood, even when I showed them the report.  Oh yea, and the guy who wrote the report is now annoyed with me because I was laughing at his department's hard work.  I guess I know which department I won't be working in!

	What  do I do for a living?  Well I am a cross between a school teacher and a computer technician.  I left my last job, as a computer consultant, on the verge of either burn-out or professional suicide and got a job teaching computer science stuff at a HS near where I grew up.  Since I have all that geek stuff in my background, I also take care of the school system's networks and get involved with two local community colleges' comp-sci departments.  I've developed a good reputation in the as an expert in the field.  I guess that's another reason I was giggling at laughing boy's report.  I know how much people still want to print stuff, even e-mails.  Going paperless is a nice dream, but people are totally addicted to their hardcopy.  I guess I am too, but hell, I wasn't trying to change the world, just survive.

	So professionally I was doing well, recovering nicely from my near burn-out.  Family-wise things were fine.  My folks are still alive and doing great, a few other relatives in the area helped keep deep me into the nieces and nephews.  I appreciate Christmas so much more with kids around, but I refuse to have any of my own, just yet.  I know, maybe that would help my tittie-inadequacy self-image problem, but a kid just for bigger boobs, and possibly only temporary ones?  Not worth it.  Likewise surgery doesn't float my boat either.  Although I did date a plastic surgeon once and he offered me a great discount.  But he wanted to add to the bust, and fill out the hips more.  I told him if he wanted his mother he should keep on looking.  I heard a few years later that he did get married and using his skill turned his new wife into a younger version of his mother.  I just hope she's nicer than his mom, who treated everyone of his girlfriends like she was the Whore of Babylon coming to take her precious away.  I wonder what therapist would say about that relationship?  I get chills just thinking about it.

	What does all this have to do with the difference one day made in my life?  I guess I just wanted to give you a little background.  My life would certainly different, probably diminished in many ways if that day had never happened.  If you knew me back in HS, you would never recognize me now.  It's not that I've changed a lot physically, except for that unusual growth spurt when I was 19, 5'8" to  almost 5'11 is petty weird in college, don't you agree?  But the college volleyball team didn't mind.  The face is still the same, maybe just a touch more make-up now.  But the reason you wouldn't recognize me is because you probably never noticed me in HS.  I was the perennial hanger-on, a follower, basically a non-entity until one day halfway through my senior year when another girlfriend and I snuck into the boys side of the pool and spied on this one guy in the shower.  It was a memorable 24 hours!

 	"Come on."  Patty whispered and she boldly crossed the invisible line between the boys end of the pool and ours.  I followed her, not sure what she was up to, but she was my best friend and worldly beyond my measure.

	I followed her past the office and snuck into the locker room.  We were looking around, I remember thinking that it was just like ours, clothes everywhere, towels.  I always thought girls were neater, but from the looks of things we were both a sloppy group.  We heard a shower go on, which was a surprise because it was to early for the period to be ending.  I grabbed Patty's arm in shock, and then she practically dragged me to where we could see into the showers.

	It was Tom, a guy from my bio class.  He was an average guy, on the skinny side, but a reputation as a nice guy.  I wasn't into dating at all, guys tended to ignore me especially with any more 'developed' girl within view.  So here I was secretly watching a guy set the temp on the water to take a shower.  

	He started tugging down his suit, and I gasped out an "OMG!"

	Tom turned and walked over toward the other entryway into the showers.  He saw us standing there and froze, then he grinned.  Pat smiled right back at him!  "So are you gonna take them off or what?" said Patty, my hero.  I was torn between wanting to see and wanting to run away, but Patty kept a tight hold on my arm making up my mind for me.

	Tom smiled nervously and said "I was planning on it, but now I am not sure."

	Patty pulled me in front of her and as I looked behind, she pulled her straps down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts, then pressed them against my back, holding me against her.  "You get to see when I get to see."

	"What about Brooke?"

	Patty's hands came up and covered my almost negligible breasts, "We'll see about that another time.  Right now it's your move."

	Tom complied, and pulled his trunks down, kicking them to the side.  There he was, naked as I felt and I was feeling really strange.  Patty's hands on my breasts weren't helping me.  Her chin was on my shoulder and she was breathing hard in my ear.  I swear the room was spinning.

	Patty moved next to me, giving Tom a clear view of her chest.  Even I looked over at her, and I had seen her breasts lots of times.  Her breasts were large for a high-schooler, hell they were large for an adult!  I don't ever remember seeing her nipples so tight, even on those days when the gym shower was out of hot water.

	Tom pursed his lips and let out a small whistle.  He took a step closer and I tried to back away, but Patty wouldn't let me.  She had one arm holding me around my shoulders and her hand on my arm.

	"Touch it."  Queen Patty commanded Tom.  He said no, then he stood closer, "You touch me."

	Patty didn't hesitate one second and took his thing in her hand, squeezing it.  It seemed in no time before it started growing!  It must have only been 4 or 5 inches, but at the time it seemed enormous.

	Patty's hand caught mine and she took it and wrapped it around his cock.  I was holding it as it expanded.  It was both soft and firm, I was floored.  I barely felt Patty let go of me as I stood there fondling it.  She pushed me down on my knees and I got a eye-level view as I held on to it.  She reached over and kissed Tom, I think he touched her tits and she whispered something to him.  He nodded.

	Then she was kneeling by me.  "Kiss it."

	"Wha?"  that broke my reverie.

	"Kiss it, like this."  The amazing Patty kissed the tip and it jumped in my hand.

	She looked at me, "Go ahead it doesn't bite."

	So I kissed it.  I think I was beyond surprise.  The head was soft, softer than the rest, but it had a rubbery feel.  I thought I was only going to touch my lips to it, but I held it there for a few seconds.

	"Sorry to leave you needing a cold shower, but the period is about to end, and I have to get my cock-kissing friend out of here before she gets more than she can handle."  Patty said.

	She pulled me up and I turned 11 shades of red at her words.  Tom stopped her for a second for a kiss.  Her hand touched him again, wrapping around his cock and pulling it gently.

	To my surprise he kissed me as well.  He took me in his arms and kissed me.  I could feel his cock against me as it nested in the valley made by my thighs and crotch.  I was about ready to pass out!

	Patty dragged me out and we waited by the office until we heard all the guys heading into the shower from the other side.  Them we slowly made our way back to our side.  no one was the wiser because the girls were in our shower.  Patty and I went last, next to each other, and lost in our own thoughts.  I was shaking a little, even in the hot shower.  Was I in shock or still excited.  I had seen a real cock, and kissed it.  This morning I would have told you that only a dirty, nasty girl would do such a thing, and only a  real slut would enjoy it.  Was I a slut?  Washing my pussy told me that part of me certainly enjoyed it.  Patty enjoyed it as well, and she liked having me there.  If I am a slut, what does that make Patty?  She was no dirty girl, she was amazing.  I looked over at her and she was washing herself as well.  No!  She was doing more than washing herself.  My face burned hot as I realized she was doing something that I sometimes did in my bed, very late at night or very early in the morning.  Her eyes were closed, one hand up tight to her pussy, the other was holding the shower head-directing the flow at her pussy.  Thank goodness the other girls had finished and we were alone.

	I stepped close, and hissed at her.  "Patty, will you..."

	Her hand came down from the shower and grabbed my shoulder, squeezing hard, and her body shook violently.  I moved in front of her as she fell against me, wrapping my arms around her and losing the battle to hold her up when the swim coach/gym teacher, Mrs. Terrance, came into the showers.

	Panicking, I said the first thing that came to my mind.  "Miss T, she slipped."

	I got her down on the floor by the time Miss T got there, Patty's thighs had released her hand.  I think  Miss T noticed.  She cocked her eyebrow to me as if to say "Slipped, yea right!" as she knelt down and roused Patty from her stupor.

	Patty didn't even have the decency to blush as Miss T took over and asked if she was OK.

	Miss T helped her up and I wished the water would have just dissolved me down the drain.  Patty came up like a rocket, actually bumping into Miss T, she stumbled and they both grabbed me to steady themselves.  Now I really felt inadequate.  Miss T was what Patty will probably look like in 7 or 8 years, while little ol' me would never measure up physically.

	Miss T gave us each a look, that had me shivering, but didn't faze Patty any.  It was like she was daring Miss T to say anything.

	I think Patty won some sort of exchange that was beyond my ability to comprehend.  It tweaked my curiosity, but still was out there somewhere.  Whatever just happened, Miss T walked out and left us to clean up.

	As we walked out of the pool area, finally dressed and back on earth, Patty asked me if I was coming over after school.  It was like she wanted to make sure of something that happened every afternoon for the bunch of years.  After school I would head to Patty's because it was always more interesting than my house.   Patty lived with just her Mom, Elaine, and her older sister, Cathy.  I never knew her dad, he and her mom divorced a long time ago.  Patty never mentions him.

	My house was pretty dull in comparison.  Just Mom, Dad, and me.  Since both of them worked, I wasn't to thrilled hanging around alone.

	"Of course I'm coming over."

	"Good, I have a surprise planned."

	"What is it?"

	"If I told ya, it wouldn't be a surprise.  Oh, and bring your skimp."

	My skimp was a bathing suit I wore for just sunbathing.  It was a tiny thing, something my Dad would flip out over.  Even Mom hadn't actually seen me in it.  I use it when Patty and I would lay out in her backyard, her very secluded and private backyard.  Patty had a similar suit.  It was so small she could never wear it to the beach or pool because she tended to fall out while walking.  But it offered just enough coverage to not be naked.

	I don't know what her surprise was, but I knew I needed to talk about her stunt in the shower, both showers!

	Thinking about it made me blush.

	"I know what you’re thinking about, you little cock-kisser you."  She whispered to me.

	I blushed even more and pushed her away heading to my next class.  The rest of the school day ended with me still blushing every time I thought about Tom and his thing and what Patty did.  I am so glad neither of them were in any of my afternoon classes and for the first time ever I was glad Patty wasn't in my lunch period.  I doubt I could look either of them in the eye.

	School finally ended, and like usual a quick stop at home, drop off stuff, grab other stuff, including my skimp, and off to Patty's.

	Patty was flying solo, Cathy was at work and Elaine was out until later.

	We were changing into our suits,  Patty had stripped down and sat cross-legged on the bed fiddling with ties of her suit bottoms in her hands.  She looked nervous for some reason.  "Brooke, um..."

	I looked right at her.  She put her suit bottoms down.

	"I'm sorry about earlier."

	I sat on the edge of her bed, holding my top.  "Which earlier, the boys shower or ours?"

	She grinned with her usual self-confidence.  "Oh not the boys.  I'm not sorry about that, are you?"

	I blushed again, damn fair skin.

	"I knew you would like it. Tom was just a bonus.  You looked so sexy on your knees like that."

	"Yea, me sexy.  Sure."

	She looked at me, her apology forgotten for the moment.  "Yes, Brooke, you.  I know you think big tits make a girl look sexy, but you are wrong.  The look on your face, how gently you touched Tom, and when you kissed him.  I thought I was going to die."

	I blushed deeper while she kept talking.  "I know you think guys never notice you, but you are wrong on that score as well.  Yea they tend to stare at my chest, but they look at you a lot also.  You are always to busy looking at the ground to notice."

	Patty sounded so strange.

	"Tom even gave you such a great kiss.  He barely touched me."

	Patty jealous?  Of me?

	She surprised me and grabbed her breasts.  "These can be a nuisance as well.  So many people treat me like I am an idiot because I have big tits."

	I never thought such beautiful breasts could have a downside.  Her fingers left red marks where she had grabbed them.

	She regained her composure and smiled at me.  "Brooke I wish you could see yourself like I see you."

	I dropped my eyes.

	"I was saying that I am sorry for getting so carried away in our shower.  I was so turned on by what happened that when I was rinsing off I couldn't stop."

	"We could have gotten in serious trouble.  We didn't fool Miss Terry for a sec."

	"Terry wouldn't report us."

	"How do you know that?"

	Patty smiled.  "Come with me."

	Still naked, she padded out of her room.  I dropped my top and followed her, at least I had my bottoms on.  Being naked wasn't a big deal.  In this house full of girls it never caused a comment.  I'd seen Cathy and Elaine in various stages of undress.  I think that was one reason I felt so comfortable over here.  No one got uptight about little things.

	Patty went into Cathy's room.  "This is a real hush-hush.  She doesn't know I know about this."  She pulled a box from the bottom of her sister's closet and sat on the floor rummaging through it.  "Brooke, I trust you with my life, but this is part of Cath's life.  Will you swear to keep it between us."

	"I love Cathy.  She's practically my older sister as well.  I wouldn't hurt her for anything."

	Patty pulled out a Polaroid picture.  It was Cathy, probably back in high school.  She had her arm around another girl, a familiar girl.  "Recognize them?"

    "Cathy of course, but the other girl, sorta."

    "That's Cathy and her girlfriend Ann.  Ann Southern, but her married name is Anne Terrance."

	"Wow, Cathy and Miss T were friends in HS."  Cathy's face had filled out a little since HS, but Miss T's face looked almost gaunt compared to how beautiful she looks today.

	She pulled another picture out, Cath and Miss T, kissing, not only kissing, but kissing topless.  I was shocked. 

	"Cathy's a..."

	"No, she's not.  Trust me I know."

	I was confused.

	"At most she's bisexual because I know she like guys."

	Bisexual.  The word left a strange taste in my mouth.  Was that a bad thing?  I looked at the picture again.  They certainly looked sexy.  Patty handed me another picture.  Cathy and Miss T in bed, looking very happy, and very mussed up.  Cathy was even waving at the camera.

	"Who took these?"

	"I have no idea.  I can't even tell Cathy I found them."  She laid out several more pictures, all very sexy.  I was feeling that dizzy feeling again.

	Patty's voice moved while I was looking at the pictures.  "I have to admit the pics got me really excited.  Almost as excited as watching you."  Her voice was coming from behind me.  Her body pressed against me and her arms came around me.  "It wasn't Cathy or Miss Terry that turned me on, but the idea of Cathy and her best friend.  I knew then that I wanted my best friend too."  She hugged against my back, shaking.  She was crying.  My Patty was crying.

	I twisted within her arms and hugged her to me.  "Patty..."

	She sniffed.  "Don't say anything yet, please.  I've gone this far, I need to say these things before I chicken out."

	I was still confused, but one thing rang true, my best friend was crying, Patty never cries!

	"When I saw these pics I was dying to ask Cathy how, and why.  But most of all when I looked at those pics, I saw you.  You and me.  I know you might hate me, but I have  been going insane thinking of how to ask you.  Knowing it might ruin being friends."

	I held her nude body to my almost nude body and tried to calm her down.  She was almost hysterical.

	"Patty, Patty, take it easy."  I stroked her face and hair.  She still was crying and mumbling.  I couldn't stop her.  I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't listen.  She was totally caught up in some kind of fear cycle.  My friend, who isn't afraid of anything was suddenly afraid of me.  My friend who thought I was pretty, no more, she thought I was sexy.  It struck me, Patty loved me.  More than just friendship, she really loved me.  I wasn't confused anymore, well maybe somewhat confused about what to do, but not confused about her feelings, or mine.  I loved Patty, and would do anything for her.  How to get her to realize this. 

	So I kissed her.  Harder than Tom had kissed me..  It took several seconds before she responded.  Her crying still had her gasping.  Our kiss turned into a series of kisses as she calmed down.  She fell backwards and I followed her down.  I ended on top of her, still kissing her tear-streaked face when she stopped.  She looked at me.  "I love you Brooke!"

	"I know Patty, I love you too!"

	At my words, her legs opened and I felt them wrap around me.  Pushing up on my arms I looked down at my Patty.  Her face radiant, Her perfect breasts pulled a little towards her sides from gravity.  Her nipples tight little nubs.  Her pussy was pressed against my lower stomach, right above my bottoms.  She was so wet, it felt like liquid fire on my skin.

	"Are you sure Brooke?"

	"A hell of a time to have second thoughts, Patty-mine.  I'm just not sure what to do."

	"Oh I think you two will figure it out just fine."

	I tried to jump, but Patty's legs kept me against her.  I looked up and it was Cathy.  Oh my god!

	I rolled to one side, Patty released me and looked at her sister.

	"I don't care what you do, just not on the floor of my room, OK?"   Before we could answer, she continued.  "And stay the hell out of my stuff, Brat."




What A Difference A Day Makes



Maria sails past my cubicle, long legs striding quickly, thick red hair bouncing off her shoulders. I admire her firm ass, sculpted in a pair of tight black pants as she makes her way down the hall. Pure, raw sensuality, she’s definitely got it going on. And got me going as well, judging by the throb I feel in my clit as I watch her.

Fortunately for me, her desk is positioned so that regardless of where I’m going, I have to walk by it. Needless to say, I’ve been doing a lot of photocopying lately. Just the sight of her small perfect breasts and that dazzling energetic smile are more than enough reason for me to increase office paper consumption by 25%.

“What in the world is going on here,” I keep thinking to myself. “I’m straight for cryin’ out loud, I’m in love with Johnny.”

And then, along comes Friday …

“Hey, who’s up for drinks at Katie Bloom’s?” someone shouts from down the hall at 4:30 that day.

“Me, me, me,” answer a multitude of overworked grunts.

“Alexis, you comin’ with us?” I hear a voice ask from behind me as I shut my radio off, neatly lining up my stapler and tape dispenser.

“Yeah sure Heather, maybe for a couple,” I reply with a smile, “I’ll just meet you guys there.”

Katie Bloom’s seems practically empty as I walk in, eyes adjusting to the darkness as I look around for my co-workers. The smell of old beer and grease hangs in the air while the guy behind the bar keeps busy putting away newly washed glasses.

“Alexis, over here,” Heather waves from a table in the back.

Approaching the table I’m surprised to see only Heather and her husband Craig sitting with Maria.

“What the hell?” I ask, pulling out a rickety wooden chair beside Maria, “where is everyone?”

“California equals flakes,” Maria laughs, grabbing a glass and pouring me a beer from the pitcher on the table, “you should know that by now.”

“Oh well,” Heather says cheerfully, her face flushed from the beer, “maybe they’ll show up later.”

I sip my Sam Adams, trying to catch a glimpse of Maria from the corner of my eye. Condensation from the bottom of her glass has dripped onto her white t-shirt leaving tiny little wet spots across her chest. As I rub my hands down my thighs, I try desperately to remember what we were talking about 5 minutes ago.

“So Alexis,” Maria asks, turning towards me, “how’s the new job?”

“Err fine, no complaints so far,” I reply, my eyes drinking in the sight of her full, sensuous mouth. “Everyone’s been very friendly.”

“I’m so glad to hear that,” she smiles, as she gives my arm a gentle squeeze.

The four of us pass the time, idly chatting about work, the new Matrix movie, how quickly the year’s gone by. One pitcher of beer becomes two, which then becomes three until finally Heather and Craig push back their chairs to get up.

“We’ve gotta get up early to drive to Fresno tomorrow guys,” Heather says, “so we’re heading out. Don’t stay all night.”

“Whatever you say, Mom,” I joke, pouring myself another beer.

“Johnny out of town this weekend, Alexis?” Maria inquires after they’ve left, head tilted to the side, a tiny smile on her face.

“Yah, Texas on business, I really miss him,” I sigh, “you know how it is sometimes.”

“Yes Alexis, I do,” she nods, her finger slowly circling the rim of her beer glass.

“OK, well I’ll be right back,” I tell her, getting up from the table, “just gotta make a quick trip to the restroom.”

The restroom smells and looks as though it hasn’t been cleaned in 6 months. I fling open the stall door and sit down, trying to dry off my sweaty palms with the toilet paper. As I finish up and grab my purse I hear the restroom door open, the sound of high heels clicking across the tile floor.

“Everything OK, Alexis?” asks Maria, as she leans against the rusted out sink.

“Oh sure, just need to brush my hair and I’ll be done,” I assure her, pulling a brush from my purse.

I reach up to slide off the elastic holding my hair in a ponytail and begin to shake the curls free.

“Do you need some help?” she asks, standing behind me.

Glancing in the scratched mirror, I see her standing behind me, hand outstretched. I feel my nipples start to harden at the thought of her touching me. 

“Well sure, if you’re offering,” I reply, handing her the brush.

Gently she pulls the brush through my long hair, patiently tugging out the knots, her body close to mine. The smell of her exotic perfume swirls around me, a seductive mix of jasmine and rose as I watch her in the mirror. As she hands me back the brush she smiles and moves closer. Her strong fingers begin to massage the back of my neck, thumbs kneading the tight muscles as her hands caress my shoulders.

“Alexis, why so tense?” she whispers, her breath hot against the back of my neck.

“Well long day, new job, you know how it is Maria, really busy, lots goin’ on,” I stammer, trying to dislodge the large lump in my throat.

“Really?” she replies quietly. “Well you need to learn to relax then.”

I feel the delicate touch of her fingers sliding across my shoulders and down my arms. She places her hands on my waist, turning me around.

Her lips touch mine, the taste of ale on her moist tongue. We kiss, our breasts pressed together, hips grinding as the soft strain of Miles Davis’ “Sketches of Spain” drifts in from the bar. Maria slides a long finger up the inside of my thigh, slowly rubbing against my cunt.

“I want you,” she murmurs in my ear. Her hands slide beneath my shirt, releasing my bra. My breath catches in my throat as she pushes up my clothes, my swollen breasts exposed in the fluorescent light.

Tongue flitting across her lips, her silky hair covers my breast as she sucks on my fat nipple. The hard metal of the sink digs into my ass as I lean back. Spreading my legs I feel my clit throb with pleasure as she teases my puckered flesh with her teeth.

I reach down to undo her pants, moaning deeply as I realize she is naked underneath. I lower myself to the floor, pulling her pants down at the same time. Gazing at the pale red curls covering her fat mound I draw my finger between her creamy lips. Finger to mouth, the rich, lush taste of her seduces my tongue.

“Lick it Alexis,” I hear her gasp as I carefully spread her luscious lips. My thumb rubs her clit as I slip my tongue inside her, digging, probing, my lips covered with her juice. God she tastes so good, so sweet I think to myself. Sucking on her pulsing bud my fingers go searching for her special spot. Feeling the rough skin beneath my finger, I press tentatively, tenderly.

“Oh God Lexi, don’t stop,” she groans, “feels so good baby, rub it harder baby, I need to cum.”

I pop the snap on my jeans, thrusting my hand into the wet satin of my panties, grabbing my cunt. As I shove two fingers up my dripping hole I fuck Maria faster, biting at her hard clit as she pushes herself into my face.

Fingers slick with her thick cream, I draw circles on her spot, doing the same to myself. I look up to see her naked tits, her fingers frantically pulling at her huge, dark nipples. So goddamn hot, her head thrown back, lips parted, whispering my name …


“Lexi, so close lover, so close, cum with me baby, fuck my cunt,” she pleads.

Stroking myself deeper and deeper I dig my tongue into her clit. The muscles in her pussy contract around my fingers, squeezing them as her juice runs down my hand. 

“Do it, do it,” she growls as she bucks against my hand, her orgasm ripping through her. A slow warmth starts deep in my pussy as I feel the waves roll over me, the intoxicating taste of Maria in my mouth.

“Good, so fuckin’ good,” I whisper into her soft skin as the last wave finally ends.

I stand up and we wrap our arms around each other, her lips nuzzling tenderly at my neck.

“Did you like that Alexis?” she questions shyly.

“Mmm, yes baby,” I answer, my hands on her tight ass.

“Better than Johnny?” she teases.

“Almost …”



What a Difference A Day Makes



Hearing one of her pet nicknames for Patty, I knew she wasn't really mad.

	Patty still didn't say anything and I was about ready to start gibbering when the rest of reality flooded in.

	"Get your asses dressed, Mom's on her way home.  We can talk about things later.  Brooke,  since it's Friday why don't you ask your folks if you can spend the night.  You two will have some things to talk out and now is better than later."

	Patty finally smiled and got up, gave her sister a quick peck.  I got up much slower, still not sure what planet I was on.  Cathy held out her hand and kissed me on the cheek.  "I knew you two would discover each other eventually.  It's really alright Brooke.  Don't fret so."

	I hugged her for a sec and turned to follow Patty down the hall to get dressed.  Cathy was cool, but Elaine might freak.  I glanced back and asked Cathy a question.

	"Who took the pictures, Cathy?"

	Cathy smiled her "I know something you don't know." smile and answered.  "You are quick as well as cute.  But Brooke, that's not my secret to tell, not without an OK.  Now shoo and get dressed before Patty gets mad at me."

	I looked puzzled.

 	"For making a play for her girlfriend."

	I laughed, not taking her interest seriously.  I caught up with Patty and we went into her room, arm in arm.

	She collapsed on the bed like a huge load was off her shoulders.  She took a deep breath and shifted as I snuggled to her.  Her arms gathered me in close.  "I can't believe this.  You don't hate me and Cath seems OK as well."

	I leaned over and bit her nipple.  She jumped and looked shocked.

	"Two things you need to remember, Patty-mine.  We are friends, and we have always been able to share, talk, and be honest with each other.  Don't ever worry yourself again on that score."

	"What is the second thing?"
	I leaned my head down and licked the nipple I bit before.  She arched her back, pushing her breasts to my face.  "The other is that since I will never have a perfect pair of breasts like these, I plan on having them as often as possible from now on."

	"Oh Brooke, they are yours, anything I have is yours.  My body, my things.  You can live here with me, forever."

	"Careful, Patty, that sounds like a marriage proposal."

	"I will ask you to marry me someday!  Count on it."

	OMG, did she say what I think she said?  Could life get better?  Patty's arms relaxed as the relief from her stress made her sleepy.  I got up on one elbow and studied her.  Relaxed, she was so beautiful.  Her face, still showing some of the emotions of earlier made her look vulnerable and more approachable than before.  She was breathing slow and steady.  Her breasts rising and falling in a gentle rythm.  A tiny waist opening up to perfectly proportioned hips.  Long legs meeting in a light patch of hair that made me think about the things to come.  Being a virgin didn't mean I was ignorant, just inexperienced.  Patty wasn't a virgin, well not where boys are concerned.  Boys made me think of Tom and the shower.  My pussy got hot again, I could feel juices starting to flow as I thought about Patty masturbating, and the feel of Tom's prick.

	Without thinking, I pressed my hand to my own pussy and the feeling made me gasp. I was swollen and my hand felt better than ever right there.  Pressing my hand flat and rubbing downward made me almost meow like a cat.

	A knock at the door, Cathy's voice yelled to us.  "Come you two finish changing, Mom brought home dinner."

	Patty woke up and I blushed when she saw my hand.  "No embarrassment now, Brooke-love."  She got up and grabbed for my bottoms.  I struggled, but like usual the more powerful Patty won after a brief tussle.  She knelt down and looked right up my pussy.  "I know what I want for dinner."  With that she stuck out her tongue and touched me with it.  She hit a nerve because I came instantly, harder and louder than I ever did from touching myself.  My breath exploded out of me as all my muscles seemed to cramp.  Patty pressed her face against me and I kept writhing like I was a loose power line.  OMG, it was tremendous.

	I collapsed back on the bed and Patty, with a wet face looked up from my pussy.  "Wow, Brooke that was amazing."

	Cathy slipped in the door, startling us both.  "OK guys, I know you need to do this, but wait until after dinner.  Mom's going out and you can do whatever you want then.  Clean up your face and both of you get downstairs."

	I caught Patty as she stood, kissing her, tasting me on her face.

	"Oh you two better find some self-control or you might end up with more than you bargained for."

	"Alright already, alright, we are getting up.  We'll be right down."

	As I swung off the bed, I swear Cathy winked at me, but when I turned back she had already closed the door.

	Dinner was nice, but I kept getting distracted every time Patty brushed against me.  My own body would betray me as it heated up and I would lose the train of the conversation.

	Elaine was quick to notice.  "Are you feeling OK Brooke?"

	"I'm fine Elaine, just tired for some reason."

	We did the dishes, no pots-I love take-out.  Patty kept touching me, my back, my hip, my waist.  Every touch like a small electrical shock.

	What I didn't know at the time was that behind us Elaine raised an eyebrow at Cathy, who nodded slowly.  Elaine smiled broadly and mouthed "Do you want me to stay?"

	Cathy shook her head and pointed at me, then she shook her hand like a nervous twitch.  Elaine nodded her understanding.

	"OK girls, since you have cleanup, I'm going to grab a shower and go meet Liz."

	Elaine walked out and ignored the noises from the kitchen.  She paused when she heard Cathy's voice.  "Knock it off you two.  Finish up and meet me in the basement once Mom's gone."

	Cathy came out and grinned at her mom.  Elaine motioned her upstairs.

	"So tell me?"  She asked, stripping for a shower without a thought to being nude in front of Cathy.

	"It was great.  I found them on the floor of my room.  Brooke in bikini bottoms, Pat naked.  It looked like things came to a head and Pat finally opened up to Brooke."

	"Sounds familiar, doesn't it?"

	"I know Mom, I had the weirdest feeling of deja vue.  At least I had enough self-control to keep my hand out of my pants."

	"Good thing, little Brooke might have had a heart attack."

	"You better quit thinking about Brooke or Pat as little girls anymore.  They are  older than Anne and I were when we became lovers, but younger than when you busted us .  Oh yea, and they found the pictures."

	"I forgot all about those.  Just yours?"

	"That's all I had in that box.  The rest is downstairs."

	"Pat and Brooke, I can't say I am surprised, not with the moon-eyes Pat has been looking at her with for months now."

	"I know, I'm glad.  I never did understand how Brooke didn't notice?"

	"Brooke's problem isn't that she didn't see it, but she has a hard time believing in herself.  She is such a lovely girl, but no self-confidence."

	"Keep your hands off, Mom."  Cathy said smiling.  "You almost wrecked things for me with Anne."

	Laughing, Elaine answered.  "That was your own fault.  You parade that lovely girl in front of your sex-starved old mother, then let me catch you two making love."

	"Old my ass, Mom.  That wasn't how it happened, and you know it."

	Laughing harder, she turned toward the bath.  "How much do you plan on telling them?"

	"Everything, if it's alright with you, Mom?  Anne's coming over as well.  Apparently something happened at school today."

	"Have fun and give the kids some time to absorb it all.  I hate missing Annie."

	She'll hate missing you too.  She might need a shoulder."

	"Not again."

	"Yes, her period showed up three days late, another damn false alarm.  She said it ended after only three days and was real heavy.  No pain, just a heavy flow.  She's seeing her GYN next week."

	"How sad.  She wants this so bad.  She'll make a great mom too.  Give her my love."

	"I will.  Now get out of here.  Kiss Liz for me.  Should I call and warn her she might have her hands full tonight."

	"Cheeky girl!"  Elaine exclaimed, chuckling as she closed the door.

	Cathy went to her room and made a quick call to tell Anne to let herself in and come downstairs.

	Patty and I were waiting in the basement, not very patiently.  My favorite chair was a soft leather beanbag chair.  Patty and were trying to share it, but we couldn't keep our hands off each other and it really looked more like a wrestling match.

	Cathy came in and sat on the couch watching with an amused look on her face.  "Mom will be gone in a few, so cool it, or will I have to separate you two."

	Unabashed Patty paused to stick her tongue out at her sister, while I slipped my hand under her tee, attacking an unprotected rib.  That started another round of squealing and we both missed Elaine yelling goodbye from upstairs.

	Cathy looked at us, trying to figure out how to get our attention.  A loud shrill whistle came through loud and clear.

	"I expect you have some questions and I have a few things to tell you.  So get comfortable for a few."

	I sat in the beanbag, with Patty in front of me.  She sat between my legs and I had my hands around her waist.  She had her arms under my legs and her hands massaging my calves.  We'd sat like this tons of times, but I was never so aware of her presence, or her scent.

	Patty took the lead in the conversation.  "I'm sorry I was in your stuff, Catty."

	"No big deal Pathy.  I shouldn't have had that up there."

	More nicknames, Pat and Cat, Catty and Pathy.  That told me more than anything that Cathy was cool with me and Patty.

 	"No, I am glad that you did.  Otherwise..."  Patty looked up at me and made me choke up with emotion.  The sheer love seemed to engrave itself onto my heart.  I couldn't look away.  I leaned down to kiss her and her hands took mine and cupped her breasts with my hands while we kissed.

	Cathy let us alone for a few minutes, but cleared her throat when I started massaging Patty's breasts.  Oh how I loved her breasts!

	I broke the kiss and looked at Cathy.  My new found sense of Patty made something obvious about Cathy, she was turned-on as well.  Could she want her own sister?  That seemed sick.  Then I remembered the wink and realized Cathy found me attractive.  Could Cathy want to make love with me?  No way.  I guess she's just turned-on in general.

	"Come on guys, you are making this way to hard."

	Patty asked another question.  "How did it start?"

	"Anne and I?  We started a lot like you too.  You might not remember, it was about 10 or 12 years ago.  Anne spent as much time over here with me as Brooke does with you.  When we were 16, a girl, a senior, was labeled as a lesbian at school, and you know how nasty kids can be."

	Patty and I nodded.

	"Anne and I both thought she was cool, and had a hard time dealing with how she was treated after the rumor mill got a hold of her.  Well I realized that I was always thinking about Susan, the girl labeled as a lesbian, and I was really curious.  One day I got up the nerve to talk to her and somehow she realized that I wasn't asking out of idle curiosity."

	"Susan, as in Susan Wright?"

	"Yes, Susan.  We became close friends, all three of us,  if you were wondering.  She helped me understand that it was OK to like, and even love a girl.  She helped Anne and I in much the same way I hope I can help you two."

	I looked at Patty.  "Who is Susan?"

	You know her, she's a friend of Mom's.  I call her Aunt Suze."

	"Oh her.  She's a lesbian?"

	"Yes, she is.  She and her partner have been together for a long time.  But she doesn't advertise it.  After HS she is still sensitive about what people think."

	"But you aren't just a lesbian, I saw you and Steve."

	"Oh, spying on me as well as going through my closet?"

	"It was hard to miss it.  You two right here in the basement.  I couldn't believe it when I realized what you were doing."

	"Well depending on whose book you read, I am either a bisexual, or a confused lesbian."  Cathy said laughing.  "My own outlook is simple.  I care about the people close to me, and if I am attracted, I don't mind getting closer.  It just doesn't matter much to me whether it's a guy or a girl.  Steve was pretty good, but he wasn't my first.  Anne was my first lover."

	"Wow.  You and Miss T."

	"But isn't she married?"

	"Yes, as much as I love her, there was one thing I can't give her, a baby.  She fell in love with her husband and got married - with my blessing I might add."

	"How could you let her do that, if you love her."

	"How could I stop her.  She was in love, and while she still loves me, she wanted more.  If I stopped her I would have lost her completely."

	"Do you still...?"

	"Yes, we do.  Not very often, but we are still love each other very much.  Someday I might find someone like her husband, but he better be very understanding of my relationship with Anne."

	"Her husband knows?"

	"Yes.  She was totally up front about it, even though she was scared it would cost her.  He doesn't always like it, but he understands."

	"Wow, Miss T."

	"Around here you can call me Anne"  A voice popped in from the stairs.

	Jumping about a mile in the air, we both turned to see Anne Terrance walking into the basement.  She slid onto the sofa and hugged Cathy close.

	"I guess from the conversation and seeing how these two were hanging on to each other, there is a reason to tell them all this?"

	"Yes, as we guessed, they 'discovered' each other."

	"That's wonderful girls.  I am happy for you.  As long as it prevents more scenes like this afternoon?"

	Patty had the good grace to finally blush.

	"What happened?"

	"These two snuck over to the boys side and were gone long enough I was going to come looking for them.  Then I found them together in the shower, Patty was masturbating and Brooke was trying to cover up for her.  It was quite a delectable sight."

	Patty blushed deeper for a change.  I squeezed her breasts again, which caused her to give a little squawk.

	Anne snuggled closer to Cathy and rested her hand on Cathy's thigh.  The emotions between them were almost visible.

	Patty got her voice back.  "So what happens now?"

	Cathy spoke, with a look of sadness.  "You have some choices to make.  I am not asking you if you are bi, like we are, or lesbian, but I do recommend you watch it out in public.  While as a group it gets easier and more acceptable every year, it can still get pretty rough individually.  And if you are interested in a guy, they tend to get real weird when they discover you also like women.  Some of them will dump you like a rock and others want to watch or join in, like it's some kind of entertainment for them."
	"How does your husband do it?  I mean deal with you being bisexual."

	"My situation is different, I no longer consider myself bi."

	"Huh?"

	"I know strange.  I don't go to bed with girls, I just go to bed with Cathy and a few very close others.  He knew about it before we were married and he mostly understands.  It was part of the package."

	"He doesn't think of it like you are cheating on him?"

	"He would think that if I was out chasing skirts.  But I an only interested in a very few women.  Mostly Cathy here, but a couple of others that have been part of my life for a long time.  I also don't let it interfere with our life together.  We are also very busy trying to have a baby."

	Anne had a very sad look and Cathy snuggled her closer.  "I know baby, not yet.  But you will get there."

	I guess she was having trouble getting pregnant.  There was a girl at HS who didn't seem to have trouble, two kids and 3 abortions in 4 years.  I felt bad for Miss T, or Anne, that something she wanted obviously so badly hadn't come true for her yet.

	Something came over me and I got up from the beanbag, extricating myself from Patty.  I went over to Miss T and knelt down in front of her.  Taking her hand, I kissed it gently and put it to my face.  "Just don't give up Anne.  You'll be pregnant soon.  I know it."

	Anne smiled and stroked my face.

	I went back to Patty and she was looking at me like I had grown two heads or something.  I whispered to her.  "Look at them, Patty-mine, she came to Cath for comfort."

	With that she looked back over at Cathy and Anne.  She saw more of the pain that was there.  I guess sometimes she has to be hit with a brick.  Anne, in pain, comes to the one of the people she loves most in the world, and the one who can't possibly give her what she wants, for comfort.  Yes, Cathy and Anne were connected.  Maybe someday Patty and I will share a similar bond.  Holding her close, and resting my head on her shoulder, we waited until Anne was OK before the conversation continued.

	"So we should be careful in public.  How about at home."

	"Patty, that's easy."  I said smugly.

	"Oh you figured that one out already."

	"The clues were there."  I looked at my Patty and asked "Who do you think took the pics?"

	"I don't know."

	"Go get the pics, let's look at them again."

 	Patty looked at me funny again.  "OK, I'll be right back."

	She went up to get the pics, and Cathy looked at me and smiled.

	"You are handling things pretty well.  I was worried about you."

	"Don't worry about me.  Patty is more fragile than I am about feelings.  She has never had to hide anything, or cover her feelings while I am used to it.  She might not understand the whole idea."

	"I think she'll be fine, as long as she has you."  Anne said to me.  Miss T was a real sweetheart, more than at school.  I guess I need to learn to separate Anne from Miss T in my brain or I might say something foolish at school.  Another thought occurred to me.  How does one get her name on Miss T's list?

	Patty came back in and laid the pics out on the floor in front of us.  Six pictures, all showing Cathy and Anne in various poses.  The sixth one was the most erotic.  Cathy on her back, obviously in orgasm, while Anne was between her legs tasting her.  Like what Patty did to me earlier.

	"Look closely Patty-mine."

	"All I see are the two of them, no one else."

	"Where were the pics taken?"

	Studying the background, she said "I think here.  They look like the way the house looked several years ago before that re-painting phase Mom dragged us into."

	"Aunt Susan, your house, Cathy and Anne, and . . ."

	"Mom, you think my mother took these pictures?"  She looked accusingly at Cathy.

	Anne answered.  "Yes, your mother took those pictures and many others."

	Looking at Cathy.  "Have you and..."

	"No Patty.  I haven't been having sex with Mom.  Come on, that would be awful.  She's my Mom."

	"Is Mom a lesbian?"

	"Now she is.  Her and Liz have been partners for a while.  She kept it from you to keep from hurting you.  She didn't think you would understand."

	"Unreal.  How..."

	"When dad left, she was heartbroken.  She didn't date for a very long time.  She denied herself sex for even longer.  Anne and I had been lovers for a couple of years, and one day she caught us, just like I caught you two today, on the floor on my room only we were doing more than kissing."

	"I would have guess she would have flipped out."

	"Well she sorta did.  She saw us and instead of losing control, she got excited.  I guess years of abstinence got to her and she started touching herself in the doorway of my room.  At first I was appalled, but Anne seemed to understand her need.  Anne and Mom made love on the floor of my room that day.  It took a while to sort out, but she really opened up to the world.  You wouldn't remember her to well before.  She was very quiet, dark clothes, no laughing.  It was like she had become a little old widow lady.  When she opened up sexually, her whole outlook changed.  She and Susan got very close, but she really came all the way back to life when she met Liz."	




What a Difference A Day Makes



Patty sat with me in shock.  I held her tight as all this settled in.  I kinda had some of that figured out when it dawned on me who must have taken the photos.  It almost had to be Elaine, because of Cathy's warning about keeping things in house.  So much was going on right in front of us and we were oblivious.

	"I am not sure I am ready for this."  Patty said, worrying me just a little.  

	I kissed her neck and asked her the hardest question I would ever ask in my life.  "Would you like me to leave?"

	She looked horrified.  "No Brooke, no never that.  Please don't even think that.  I'm just shocked.  My favorite teacher is my sister's lover, my Aunt and my Mom, my Mom and Liz.  I just feel like the world has turned upside down."

	"It did Patty-mine right when you told me you loved me.  The world got better and brighter and just for the record, you gave the right answer to the previous question!"

	We kissed and this time nothing Cathy could do was going to interrupt me showing Patty just how much I loved her.  This kiss was longer and more emotional than the one I used to calm her down.  My tongue penetrated her mouth and soon our tongues were exploring each other.  She twisted in my grasp and laid on top of me, her hands on my tiny breasts, rubbing them through my top, as we shared our breath, our very life.  My hands lifted her shirt and started rubbing her naked back.  My nails leaving light scratches that made her moan in my mouth.  I could have swallowed her all up at that moment.  Her long hair surrounded my face and we were obscured from view.  Since my eyes were closed, it didn't seem to matter.  Patty's thigh slid up between my legs and rested right on my pussy, the pressure was incredible.  I lifted my knee and that put my thigh on hers.  My shorts felt wet as we started rocking together.  The rhythm was primal, but we both seemed to fall into it like we knew what to do.  In a way I guess our bodies did, rather than our minds,

	Her thigh felt like steel as I rubbed myself against her.  I swear I could feel her heat on my bare thigh.  There were noises in the air that made no sense, but added to the feelings.  Her full weight was on me, and yet she felt light as a feather.  My hands kept trying to pull her tighter against me.  I needed her like never before.  I cried out needing to vent both my excitement and frustration, the closer I got the more insistent my need became.

	Patty's mouth went to my neck, every sound she made vibrated my skin.  Every inch of me felt alive, my skin felt tight as a drumhead.  Her hands were driving me crazy.  The whole world seemed to hit me as I felt my body tighten so much I thought I would burst.  Then the world disappeared in flashes of color and light that drowned me.

	Slowly I recovered, Patty's body lying on me as if she was dead.  I touch my lovers face and her eyes fluttered open.  She smiled and kissed me again.  Some of the same noises we had made were still echoing in the room.  Patty slid off of me and we both turned to the noises.  We forgot we weren't alone.

	The sight that blessed our eyes was really hot.  Cathy sat back on the couch, slouched with her feet on the floor, legs wide open.  Her shorts had disappeared, along with any panties.  Anne was kneeling between her legs licking her pussy.  Cathy saw us looking and smiled before a wave of passion overcame her.  She sounded a lot like Patty.

	Curiosity overcame any lingering embarrassment, and I left my beanbag chair for a closer look.  Anne's eyes were closed, her hands were holding Cathy's ass as she alternated between deep licks and tender touches.  It was watching a virtuoso play their chosen instrument.  Cathy's eyes opened again and saw me.  Patty had crept over to their other side.

 	"Mmmmmm, Annie, we have an audience."

	Anne looked and saw us.  She took one hand from Cathy and touched Patty's hand.  Patty jumped at the contact.  More insistent, Anne took Patty's hand and placed it to her side.  Cathy gave some directions.  "Go ahead Pat, she loves to be touched."

	Emboldened, Patty-mine started exploring our gym teacher's sexy body.  I looked up at Cathy.  She lifted her top and pulled her bra above her breasts.  She was rubbing and pulling at her breasts.  They were a bit smaller than Patty's, but the sight of her pulling so hard on them made my mouth water.  I climbed on the couch, resting my head on her belly.  She felt me and looked again at me with a sexy smile I had never seen.  I tasted her breasts, licking lightly.  She called out my name.  I turned to see Patty, she had a huge smile for me as she was struggling to get Anne's shorts off.  I went back to my meal.

	"Harder, Brooke, you won't hurt them.  Suck them, pull them, bite them.  I love it so much."

	With those words I did my best to eat every inch of those tits.  Sucking as much as I could in my mouth, I raked my teeth until I had just her nipple in my teeth.  Then I would suck like a little baby searching for nourishment, distending her whole breast out as far as I could.  Then I would switch to her other breast.  I couldn't get enough.

	Cathy hand traveled down my body, briefly she pulled up my tee and rubbed my breasts, pinching my nipple nice and firmly, making me groan into her flesh.  Then her hand slid down lower along my belly and forced it way into my shorts.  Disregarding my panties she stayed against  my skin and pushed down between my legs, pressing against my pussy.  I have discovered that girls breasts really turn me on.  Patty's were my ideal, Cathy's were delicious, and I couldn't wait to see and taste Anne's.  Cathy's fingers were making it hard to concentrate.  I kept squirming and then the tight material would cause her to lose contact, much to my disappointment until the right amount of wriggling and she would touch me again.  The third time she lost touch was enough.  I got up and stripped off my shorts and top.

	A quick glance at Patty showed me that she was discovering heaven herself.  Anne had opened her legs and Patty slid up under her, and she was sucking on Anne's breasts.  They looked so good hanging down in Patty's face that I was tempted to join her, but one look at Cathy made up my mind to get back up there.  Cathy was licking and sucking her fingers.  She was also watching me, and looking like she liked what she saw.

	I got back on the couch, and went to resume my assault on her titties when she pulled me up and kissed me tenderly.  She hugged me and whispered a quiet thank you.

	At my look she explained.  "I was afraid you might get unhappy at Patty paying attention to someone else so soon after you finally found each other."

	I answered the most heartfelt thing I have ever said.  "I can't be unhappy at anything that Patty does, or jealous of someone like Anne.  Anne might have her attention at the moment, but Patty and I share souls."

	She looked at me with a tearful expression.  "Now you understand what is between Anne and I."

	I kissed her back, only this time less tenderly and more passionately, then took up in my favorite place, breast-feeding.  Her hand went back to my dripping little pussy and made me very happy.  It was all I could do to stay with her as she started cumming like a madwoman.  Anne certainly knew how and kept her face tight to Cathy's pussy.  A silly thought occurred to me, Cat's kitty, Pat's pussy, Brooke's what?-no I don't like that direction, could get vaguely insulting.  But the first two worked nicely together.  Cathy pulled away from Anne and got back on the couch in a fetal position.  Anne was still on her hands and knees with Patty-mine under her.  I needed to kiss Anne, she is special, and I felt a bond with her because of her relationship with Cathy.

	Getting down on the floor on my back, I slid my face under hers and looked at her.  Her face was wet with Cathy's juices, her eyes were closed.  She was grinding her hips down on Patty's belly as Patty continued to suck lovingly.  Reaching up, I kissed and licked Anne's chin.  She looked down and then we shared a nice, but weird, upside down kiss.  She tasted so delicious!  Anne crawled down my body, stopping at my diminutive breasts.  She licked and sucked my nipples hard, but better for me, her incredible breasts were in my face.  Hers were larger than Patty's, but you would have never guessed by the industrial strength bra she always wore.  I remember hearing lots of comments from the boys at school about Miss T and her breasts, usually really crude comments.  Well boys, they were even better than your limited imaginations thought!

	I almost felt sorry for Patty, knowing I took these delights from her, but tilting my head back I could see her tongue was still keeping very busy.  Anne was enjoying that tongue as well, from the moans and wriggles that shook her body.

	I felt hands on my feet, then the strangest sensation of all, Cathy was sucking one of my toes.  It wasn't ticklish at all, it made me feel so sexy, and at the same time weird.  My feet, who would have thought my feet could be a turn on?

	Anne's breasts surrounded my face when she fell down on me.  Her orgasm was lost on me as I feasted until she rolled off of us.  She lay there panting while I looked around for my Patty.  Her face was wet with Anne's juices and her eyes were bright with excitement.  One hand to her own pussy, something I had yet to taste.  Cathy tasted good on Anne's face, and I wanted to taste Anne on Patty's, but there was an urge so strong I couldn't possibly ignore it.

	Patty's hand was rubbing furiously.  Her face scrunched like I remembered from the shower.  Getting up I went and stood at my lover's feet.  She was getting frantic and I could feel Anne and Cathy watching me.  Kneeling between her legs, I stroked her smooth skin until my hands held her hand.  I stopped her rubbing, she stared at me wildly.  I pulled her hand away, and she fought me, not realizing exactly what I wanted.  Pulling forcefully, I ask for an assist.  "Hold her hands, please."  I said to Anne and Cathy.  With smiles they got on each side of Patty and kept her from finishing what she started.  She writhed in front of me, her legs hitting me, she was almost sobbing in frustration.  I stroked her belly and thighs, speaking to her, trying to calm her down.  Eventually she relaxed, enough to register reality.  With her pussy no longer a fast moving target, I went down and took a good look.

	I had seen her naked many times, but of course not like this.  Her legs spread wide giving me my first close-up view of any pussy. Light brown hair covered the center part of her mound, a bikini trim that acted like an arrow guiding my attention lower.  Her folds were wet and  looked swollen, almost inflamed.  The folds prevented me from seeing much, so I placed on hand one her mound, pushing up, stretching her skin.  This tightened her folds and gave me a few peeks of her pinkish inside. A voice said something.  "Take your time, sweetheart."  It sounded more like Cathy than Anne.  Used my elbows for support, I take both of my hands and using my fingers spread her wide open.  The scent flowed around me, I will never forget that sight or that scent of my lover that first time.  Another voice.  "Taste her."

	My tongue darted forward and the tip traced the outline of her labia, pushing in a tiny bit, picking up enough of her flavor to entice me deeper.  A hand pressed her pubic hair and pulled up, and Patty's clit hood came into view more clearly.  Using my tongue, I tenderly touched around it, feeling my lover squirm.  A flow of liquid seemed to build, making me work quickly to de sure it didn't escape me.  She tasted both sweet and tart at the same time.  Such a complex taste, and one that seemed to change the deeper I got.

	Some hands were stroking my back and legs, but my attention never wavered from Patty.  Her hips were rocking with my strokes.  I started licking deeper, using my tongue to explore her from the top all the way to the bottom of her pussy lips.  She seemed to radiate heat, making my face feel like I was getting a sunburn.  All the while I watched her beautiful pussy moving around my tongue, giving up all it's secrets.  More noises penetrated, a moaning sound that thrilled me, Patty was moaning to my touch, she liked it.  I was so afraid of touching her, hurting her, but she liked it.  Her movements became more frenzied, her flavor changed again.  She suddenly pushed down and my tongue went all the way in, my nose touched her clit and she started spasming, her tight pussy trying to hold my tongue as it moved with a life of its own.  A hand held my head against her pussy as she grinded against my face, the taste was wonderful, but I was having trouble breathing.  Patty cried out loud, she said something so familiar, I got it, she said my name, she screamed out MY name.  I couldn't believe it.   I never felt so wonderful, so complete.  Breathing didn't matter, making Patty happy was all that was important.  The hand eased off my head as I pressed my own face harder.  I was licking furiously, "Suck her clit" was repeated several times, so I tried it, taking my lips around her clit, sucking and touching her clit with my tongue.  My hands slipped, and two fingers went inside her.  She moved like she enjoyed it so much so, that I started moving them in and out, making believe they were a little cock and I was fucking my Patty.

	She came, harder and longer than I would have thought possible, especially after seeing how hard she came at the shower.  Her thighs tightened around my head, trying to crush me.  We rocked from side to side violently.

	Gradually hands pulled us apart and laid us together on the floor.  I felt more wiped out than Patty, but I also felt so incredible.  We curled up together and someone tossed a blanket or sheet over us.  I slept that night in Patty-mine's arms, using her chest as my pillow.  I vaguely remember the lights going out before I was sound asleep, happier than I can ever remember.

	Morning came way to early, and my eyes opened to find Elaine standing there, looking at us with a secretive smile.  "Oh, Elaine, oh..."

	She smiled, my surrogate mom smiled at me laying naked on the floor with her daughter.   "Relax Brooke, you know some of my secrets, and I know a few of yours.  I'm happy for you, more than you will ever know."

	Tears welled up in my eyes and I started to sob.  Elaine got on the floor and hugged me.  "It's OK baby, it's all a shock and kind of overwhelming.  We are here for you, just take it easy for right now."

	I felt better immediately and wasn't even sure what came over me.

	Looking down at Patty I decided it was time for her to join the land of the living.  A touch to her ribs, under the sheet caused her to stir.  She woke up and looked around in surprise.  "Mom, morning"  she acted like it was normal to be on the floor with me.  Well in some ways I guess it is.  We slept many nights on this floor, or the couch, after staying up to late and watching TV until all hours.  But this is the first time we were naked, cuddled up, and covered only by a sheet.

	Elaine waited while reality found a functioning brain cell and Patty turned an interesting shade of red.

	"Everything is fine, Pat.  Cathy filled me in last night after Liz and I came home to find the 4 of you down here.  You probably don't remember, but we were here for your wonderful ending last night."

	I turned red, "You saw!"

	"Yes we did, and trust me, we appreciated watching.  Liz and I had a fine time after you two passed out."

	"Mom!"

	"Get used to it dears, my love life has been hidden from you for a long time.  It's nice to be able to have some of it in the open and knowing my daughter, and her lover, won't go ballistic on me."

	"You could have told me."

	"Maybe, but do you remember how upset Liz was a couple of years ago?"

	"Yes.  She stayed here for a while."

	"Right.  Her kids discovered us kissing one day and went through the roof.  They said some nasty things that took quite a while for Liz to recover.  I didn't want that happening with us."

	"Are they OK?"

	"Liz gets on fine with her kids now, but it took some serious talking.  I am still not sure her oldest likes me, but the other two seem to accept that I am not going anywhere."

	"Jen always liked you."

	"I know, but she still feels betrayed and hurt that her mom and I was keeping secrets.  I think she will come around someday, in the meantime when she's over, I keep in the background."

	I sat there listening and the thought occurred to me, how would my mom and dad react to this.  Mom tried to talk to me about sex, but I was always to shy with her.  I knew all the clinical details, but the emotions didn't catch up until last night.  Technically I was still a virgin, probably the only 18 year old virgin in the city.

	"My Mom and Dad?"

	Elaine looked uncomfortable.  "I really don't know.  I'm not exactly close  to your mom."

	"Mom's not homophobic."

	"Maybe not, but when your own daughter is involved, the head doesn't do all the thinking."

	"So what do I do?"

	"I can't answer that one.  You are going to have to figure that one out for yourself."

	Patty hugged me.  "Don't worry Brooke, your folks are great, they will understand."

	"I'm not sure I understand yet."

	Elaine gave an understanding nod.  "Take some time, no rushing is required.  Cathy talked to you about keeping it low key?"

	We both nodded.

	"In these walls, we are free to do what we want, no judgments allowed.  Also what happens here stays here."

	Looking at Patty, I answered for us.  "We understand, but Gym class is going to be tough."

    "I can understand that, but Anne has a lot to lose, her life is complicated enough."

	"Besides, if we hurt Miss T, Cat will kill us!"  Patty added.

	We laughed.  Elaine dropped a couple of robes on the couch.  "Throw these on.  Your stuff from last night isn't fit to wear, and you, Brooke need to call home."

	"OMG, I forgot to ask if I could stay over.  I am so dead."

	"Relax, Cathy covered for you.  She called and said that you two were out and asked her to relay a message.  She also told your mom that it might be pretty late and that she would have you crash here rather than let you drive home worn out."

 	"Thanks so much Elaine."

	"Don't thank me, Cathy covered your butt."

	"And such a cute butt at that."  Patty said as she goosed me.

	I jumped and attacked her, mindless of being naked.  Elaine cocked an appreciative eyebrow then headed upstairs.

	A little later, two very disheveled, but deliriously happy girls came up from the basement.

	"Aunt Suze!"  Patty cried out and ran to give a lady a touch older than Cathy a great big hug.  I remember Susan from her brief visits.

	"How's my favorite teenage niece?"

    "I am your only teenage niece."

 	Looking at me, "From what this bunch told me, not anymore."

    "Hi Brooke.  We've met a few times. "

	"Hi Susan, yes I remember.  I always thought your were Elaine's little sister."

	"Now you know better.  We are sisters, just not by blood.  Please call me Susan, or Aunt Suze if your like.  Welcome to the clan."

 	Suze acted like the senior member of a company, or the grand matriarch.  An old soul is how my Mom would describe her.  Patty untangled herself and I gave Suze a hug.  Patty adored her, and what little I knew, I liked her as well.

	"Good morning sleepyheads."  Cathy said smiling.

	This time I got to her first and hugged her hard.  "Thanks for the cover last night."

	"Not a problem, Brooke, you had more important things on your mind."

 	"I guess so, but thanks anyway."  Testing the waters, I kissed her.  No regrets about last night in her kiss.  She felt as if she hummed against me and my body responded.




What a Difference A Day Makes



Patty gave Anne a good morning hug, which also turned into a nice kiss.  This was going to take some getting used to.  Sitting at the far end of the table, to far out of the way to reach was a person I had heard a great deal about but never met.  Liz was a striking woman, not an old soul, but a young one.  Elaine stood next to her and you could almost see the link between the two.

 	"Hi Liz."  Said Patty from her perch in Anne's lap.  "Liz, this is Brooke, who I think you might have heard me mention once or twice."

	Laughing, she replied.  "Oh only once or twice.  More like one or two thousand times.  And that was just last weekend.  Brooke, honey, this girl has been going out of her mind to get your attention for months now.  It's nice to finally meet you."

	"I heard a lot about you as well, just none of the juicy bits until last night."

	Another very nice laugh.  "Pretty and smart, now I know why Cathy and Elaine have always spoken highly of you."

	Looking around the room.  "No partner for you Suze?"

	"No, Pam is out of town.  She's a buyer for a large store and travels a great deal.  I can't travel that often with my job."

	"Is that hard?"

	"Sometimes, but the reunions are well worth it!"

	We all laughed, breaking the obvious tension.  What had me worried was why the tension existed and where Patty and I fit in.

	Even Patty caught the undercurrent and started looking around.

	Anne noticed, and told us what was up.  "Let's let them in on it, they think it has something to do with them."  Looking at us, she continued.  "Liz lost her job yesterday.  We are trying to figure out why."

	"Don't lots of people lose their jobs?"

	Suze explained.  Liz's boss may have laid her off because of her relationship with Elaine.  If that's true then it's illegal."

	"Can you sue him, Liz?"

	"Yes, Patty, but it's not that simple.  First I have to prove he knew and that was the only basis for firing me.  That's hard, but what's harder is that my entire life may be under a microscope and my family may get hurt.  That included my dead-from-the-neck-up ex, my kids, and all of you."

	Suze continued the narrative.  "Even with the laws in place offering some protection, proving it is difficult, and it frequent opens the accuser to recriminations which can stretch to anyone involved, even remotely."

	Tossing in my own two cents.  "It's like a rape case we studied about in school from 20 years ago.  While laws made it illegal, proving it meant the victim put up with an incredible amount of harassment both in and out of court until the laws finally caught up.  Even now it takes real courage to face down a rapist and get his ass tossed in jail."

	Patty beamed at me.

	"Very good, and also very right I am afraid."  Suze said.

	Liz summed it up.  "The bottom line is whatever I decide to do, I'll let you all know so you can prep yourself in any way possible."

	Elaine looked worried.  "Brooke, you might have to talk to your mom and dad about this sooner than we thought.

	"Oooo, I didn't think of that."

	Anne lightened everyone's mood.  "Yea, she has to figure out if boys are in her future.  Like a certain Thomas W."

 	I think I blushed clear down to my toes.  Even Patty was laughing and she was the cause for everything that happened yesterday.  I saw Tom's penis, kissed it, and hours later I was making love with Patty, Cathy, and Anne.  Still the kiss on the..."

	Patty points at me, "She's getting redder, I bet I know what she's thinking."

	"No you don't or you would be covering your ass right now!"

	She took off running, with me in hot pursuit to the peals of laughter from the rest of my new family.

	Catching her was easy, tackling on to her bed was easy, pinning her ass down was hard.  I might be quick, but she was strong.

 	We wrestled around, losing the robes eventually.  She finally pinned me down and looked down on me with a smirk.  "Protect my butt, I don't see a threat to my ass."

	I yielded, silently vowing revenge.  She curled up with me and she brought up yesterday again.

	"About Tom, that wasn't a set-up.  I was just goofing and grabbed the opportunity when it happened."

	"You grabbed more than an opportunity."

	Giggling.  "So did you, Brookell.  You were so sexy."

	"I was scared to death."

 	"Of Tom, he wouldn't hurt you."

	"Partially of Tom, but mostly getting caught.  I would have run if you hadn't held me."

	"I'm glad I did.  I have been looking for a way to get through to you sexually forever.  You either ignore my comments, or make a wiseass remark.  I couldn't get you to open up."

	"I know Patty-mine, but you have me now, we are past it."

	"Not completely we're not.  You are still a virgin and I know you liked what happened with Tom."

	I blushed again as I remembered the look and feel of his penis.  My blush seemed to go right to my pussy which got all warm again.  Patty looked at me with her 'mind-reading' look on her face.  She put her head down on my chest.

	"Are your folks home today?"

	"No, they are in the city today."

	"Why don't we clean up and spend the day over there, I wouldn't mind a little privacy."

	"Sounds good."

	She jumped up, suddenly a bundle of energy.  She practically tossed me in the shower and went to scrounge up something for me to wear.

	We made our goodbyes to the war council and headed to my place.

	"Alone at last."  Patty-mine announced.  "My house was looking like Grand Central, no privacy."

	"I was feeling like I was in a fishbowl, everyone looking and smiling."

	She hugged me.  "But they do mean well, they were starting to get on my nerves too.  Anne and Cathy were pretty amazing last night."

	"I know, Miss T is hot!  I know a school full of guys who would kill to do what we did."

	"I know, that was so cool.  And you were hot to, sucking on Cat like."

	"She tasted so good."

	"Well you warned me you liked breasts.  I know how much fun they are, Anne's are even bigger than mine."

	"Mmmmmmm, yes, hers were wonderful."

	"Yours are pretty nice to."

	"Mine are nonexistent."

	Patty got a sad look.  "Brookell, you are gorgeous, and I love you, but quit griping about your titties.  They are absolutely perfect.  These monsters are annoying except when you are sucking on them."

	She got on top of me and lifted up my tee.  When her lips touched my breasts I knew I would never complain about them to her again.  She made love to my breasts, lavishing on them all the love and attention they craved.  She made me feel like a EEE, and it felt so good.

	Her focus left me breathless, and so excited.  Cathy's shorts, worn without panties, was soaking through the material.  The light blue color was darkening in the crotch.  My Patty, my perfect Patty, was making me feel so good.  She loved me and she liked my breasts.  When she looked back up at me, from my now wet chest, she pulled my top back down and gave me such a kiss, my toes curl just remembering it.  She leaned back and looked me over, looking like the cat that ate the canary.  I went to touch her face to pull her in for another kiss, when the damned doorbell rang.

    Patty got up.  "I'll get it, you are showing way to much right now."

	She was right.  The tee-shirt was all wrinkled, and damp across both of my breasts.  The white shirt was almost translucent, showing my hard nipples.  The shorts looked almost like I peed in them.  More important, I might have torn off the head of whoever interrupted us!

	Patty came back in.  "Brooke, look who stopped by."  She moved to one side and guess who, of course-Tom.  I wanted to kill her, and him.  I screeched and ran for cover, but he still got a good look at the state I was in.

	Patty found me back in my bedroom changing clothes.  I was steamed.  "You called him, didn't you?"

	"Yes, but I did it for you."

	"For me?"  I shrieked.

	She grabbed me, holding me in spite of my struggles.  Damn Amazon!  How can she embarrass me like this.

	"Brookell, calm down.  You know he's been on your mind since the shower."

	I hugged her, crying.

	"It's OK Brooke, it's OK to be scared."

	"I'm not scared."

	"Yea you are.  I know how frustrated you've been over sex, and guys, and your breasts."

	I sniffed at her.

	"I love you, and you would have never touched him without being pushed a little."

	She was so right, but it hurt to face it.

	"But I saw you when he stripped.  You might have run, but I think you would have stayed anyway.  You need this, Brooke-love."

	I sniffed again.  "But why, how?"

	"Think of this as a gift.  You made me repeat every second on my sex life, you hung on every word.  Afterwards your nipples were tight and I could tell you were excited."

	"I'm not scared, I am petrified.  What if..."

	"What if what?  What if he doesn't like you.  Honey he's here for you, not me.  Oh he would fuck me, but he likes you, and you like him."

	"What if he doesn't..."

	"He will have no problem.  He came to attention fast in the shower, and he wasn't looking at my tits, but at you.  You didn't notice because you were staring at something else."

	"What if I can't?"

	"That's one I can only encourage you on, not twist your arm.  I'll set some ground rules, but this really between you two."

	"Patty, I don't know."

	"Brookell-love, at least talk to him.  We'll just go with the flow.  Get presentable and come out when you're ready.  But fair warning, if you take to long I'll either come in and get you or fuck him myself."

	She hugged me tight and went back out there.

	As I got cleaned up, I heard some loud words, Patty and Tom fighting?

	I came out slowly, Tom looked angry, Patty looked like she was about to start laughing.  She saw me before Tom did.

	"So you made it."  Tom's head came up.  His eyes took me all in.  "Tom is mad at me."

	"About the shower?"  I asked, looking at Tom.

	"Oh god no, he thinks I set either him up for a practical joke, or you.  I think he would be madder if I was doing something to you.

	Tom glared for a moment at Patty-mine.

	"Tom?"  Addressing him directly for the first time.  "Don't be pissed at Patty, She can be a pest, but she understands me better than I do myself."

	Patty smiled at me, and Tom looked down.

	"How did my conniving friend get you over here?"

	"She said you wanted to 'see' me again."  He had the good grace to blush at the emphasis on the word 'see'.

	I smiled at Tom and sat down on the loveseat.  Tom was on the couch, Pat in my Dad's chair.

	I looked at Pat and shrugged asking 'OK, now what.'

 	Patty-mine took over.  "Tom, here are the ground rules.  My good friend Brooke really liked our brief visit in the shower and would love to continue the conversation.  She's not sure exactly how far she wants to go, but rest assured you will leave here well taken care of."

	He shifted nervously.  "What about after?"

	"If you two start dating, good for you.  But if not, no whining, crying, or carrying on.  Also whatever happens here stays here.  One comment, one rumor, one stab in her or my back and I will make sure you regret it."

 	"Threats?"

	"No, a promise.  There are a number of very nice girls who the rumor mill has tarred with ugly labels.  Guys shoot their mouths off and girls have no defense."

	Tom looked defensive.  "I don't do that!"

	"I know, but I want to make sure you understand."

 	"What would you do?"

	"How quickly would it get around the school that Brooke asked you out and you broke her heart when you told her you were gay?"

	Unreal, Patty plays hardball.  Tom looked shocked.

	"Suppose your little secret is that you are in love with Sean R."

	"Fuck, the quarterback.  The football team would rip me to shreds."

	"Do you see how unhappy hurting Brooke would make me?"

	I was in shock, this was another facet of Patty few even guessed about, let alone seen.

	Tom looked nervous now.  "Tom, you know me, and I shoot straight.  I don't know what may happen here today, but no matter what it stays here."

	"OK!  But that goes for you two as well."

	"Yea like us bragging would hurt you to much."

	"Maybe, maybe not, but I like my personal life kept out of cafeteria discussions."

	"Then we all agree?"

	I gave a quick nod, not seeing Tom do the same.  My clean dry shorts, even with the panties were feeling warm already.  My overactive imagination was taking me places I never dreamed of.

	"I do have a couple of questions."  Tom asked.  "Brooke, is this something you want?  I mean it's not something Patty is pushing you into."

	Patty snorted at that idea.

	Tom was looking intently, like he cared about me. I could see it for the first time.  Smiling at him, I answered.  "No Tom.  Patty can push me a little, but she knows how stubborn I can really be."

	Patty was reduced to snorting again.

	"Do you have any idea how strange this is?"

	"Yes, but it should be fun."

	We sat there kind of unsure, when Queen Patty resurrected herself and tossed a suggestion on the floor.  "How about we pick up right where we left of on Friday."

	I looked down at the floor, and Tom cleared his throat.

	"All right, no getting shy now."

	No one moved.

	Patty laughed.  "Fine, I will start things, again.  She stood and slipped off her top.  Her wonderful breasts still covered by her bra.  She slid off her shorts, kicked off her shoes and socks in the process.

	As Patty sat down, Tom's feet must have gotten colder.  "What about your parents?"

	"Not to worry, they are in the city at an estate auction and won't be back for a while."

	My mom owned a small, selective, and very successful antique store and interior design center.  She makes lots of trips to look at stuff.  Dad and I travel with her all the time.  I could be looking at antiques right now instead of hoping, and fearing, Tom and his penis.  I think I'm in the right place!

	Patty took her bra off, and it was hard to resist the urge to go over and taste them again.  But no reason to give Tom more info than he needed.  My pussy started feeling that wonderful wet feeling again.

	"Your turn."

	Tom stood, calmer I thought until I saw his hands shake.  He took off his shirt.  Not a bad chest, thin, but not really skinny, could use more sun.

	He looked away from me and dropped his shorts, his penis was partially hard - making a strange looking lump in his underwear.  He went to sit down, but Patty stopped him.  "Drop the shy act and the briefs."

	He complied a lot easier than I thought he would.  His cock didn't look as hard, or as intimidating as it did yesterday.  He sat and looked at me.

	Swallowing nervously, I stood, refusing to look at Tom, I kept eye contact with Patty.  I doubt her smile could get any bigger as I took off my top, no bra like usual.  Trying to not throw up from the nerves.  The shorts go down easily over my hips.  I try and keep my panties on, but Patty wasn't buying it.

	"Take 'em off as well, girlfriend."

	I hesitated and felt someone touch and hold my hand.  "Lay off, Pat, you are pushing her to far."

	He held my hand and pulled me over to the couch.  He sat down and pulled me next to him.  I resisted, and found myself again on my knees in front of him, staring at his cock.  It was so ugly looking, it was beautiful.  Taking my hand he put it on it, I curled my hand around it, feeling it pulse.  It got harder, just like it did yesterday.  Was that just yesterday?  So much has happened since then.

	Tom whispered to me.  "I've thought about nothing but you since yesterday."

	I wish I could tell him the same thing, but it wouldn't be true.  I was to amazed to say much of anything.

	"You can hold it tighter, it's not glass."

	I squeeze slowly, watching the tip expand.  You know reading about this in sex ed doesn't have the same impact as seeing it, feeling it.  My pussy was wet, soaking through the cotton of my panties.

	My hand held him when his larger hand surrounded mine.  He slowly moved his hand, making me stroke his cock.  It felt so weird, the skin moving over the surface, bunching up under the tip, then smoothing to a silky feel.  It felt larger, and the head was a darker red.  His hand left mine, and I continued to stroke it, fascinated.  Tom opened his legs wider and leaned back on the couch.  I looked up at his face and he was watching me, suddenly I felt all self-conscious again.  My hand stopped.  He sat back up.  "It's OK, Brooke, it feels wonderful, please don't stop."

	Emboldened, I start stroking him harder.  The head turned even darker as he leaned back again.  On my own initiative I kissed it again.  The tip was less rubbery this time.  Remembering all the dirty books Patty and I shared, and seeing some porno’s at another friend's house during a slumber party, I knew about a blowjob, but thought the idea was pretty silly.  I was smart enough o know that blow was only an expression.  I guess sucking would be a better label.  Sucking cock, eating pussy, just two sides of the same coin.  I needed to try this!

	I took his head in my mouth and kept stroking while catching my teeth lightly around the edge of the tip.  Rubbing with my tongue I heard what had to be a satisfactory moan from Tom.  He liked it!  I guess I was doing something right.  Alternating between sucking and licking, I watched the tip go from a dark, dark red toward almost purple.  His hips were moving slightly in time with my stroking.  In some ways he looking like Patty about to cum when it hit me that he was, cool!

	He stopped me and told me he was about to shoot and that if I wasn't careful I would get it right in the mouth.  Patty knelt down next to me and told me it was OK to go ahead and eat it.  So I kept up what I was doing and after a few minutes, he started grunting.  I felt the first bit move up his cock, almost feeling like a garden hose filling with water.  The first bit hit me in the top of the mouth and I managed to swallow it without choking.  Tom hands grasped my head and he seemed to be trying to force it further down my throat.  I held him tight and felt his cum push into my mouth in a semi-steady flow.  I tasted it then, a little sharp - maybe like over chlorinated pool water.  Not very good, but the way he reacted I knew he didn't care what I thought at that moment.  His cock seemed to be full as it kept me swallowing.  I think I like breast-feeding better !

	When he finally stopped, I released his cock and I could see his cum was all over the tip.  A small amount still leaked out, so I licked the tip and swallowed it.  It wasn't bad, but Patty tasted much better!

	Tom fell back on the couch and I let go of his cock, it was much softer now.  Patty hugged me and I was tempted to go down on her to get an immediate comparison.  "That was great, you did better than I did my first time."

	"Having you tell me about it helped, also those movies we watched at Kari’s."

	"Oh yea, those movies.  8 girls all trying to finger themselves late that night while we watched.  Each of us sure none of the others did something like that and would have died if anyone really noticed."

	I thought about it and she was right.  All the movements later after the lights when down could have only been masturbating girls.  I thought I was the only one what got turned on by it.  What a party that might have turned out to be if we had only known at the time.

 	I stood and Patty gave me a full body to body hug.  That felt so good.  Tom stirred and looked up at me.  "That was terrific Brooke.!"

	I actually felt pride.  Pride because I could suck his penis?  Silly, but that's what I felt at the time.  I was also feeling so excited, so turned on.  My pussy might have been a faucet left wide open because of how wet I was feeling.

	Patty grabbed my hand and dragged me toward my bedroom.  "Come join us when you are 'up' to it Tommy."




What a Difference A Day Makes



I followed her to my bedroom and we fell on the bed hugging and laughing.  Her fingers touched me.  "Brookell you are so wet, I could eat you right now."

	I looked at her pussy.  "I'm not the only one turned on.  Those panties make a lousy sponge."

	"I know, but I couldn't help myself.  You were so hot!  I kept picturing you between my legs.  It was driving me crazy."

 	Thinking about it.  "There is no where else I would rather be."

	She stopped breathing for a moment and looked into my eyes.  All bravado gone.  Patty-mine was looking at me with so much love, I wanted to cry."

	"We can send him home now."

	I was more than tempted.  "No, there is something I want to do first.  Just promise you won't leave me."

	Patty nodded in complete understanding.

	We sat there, each in our own thoughts when Tom came in, holding three sodas.  That was nice of him!

	"Tom, that is so perfect."  Patty being nice to Tom?

	He paused and Patty made some room on the bed.  "Relax, I put my claws away."

	He didn't say anything and I wondered about the claws myself.  While Patty and Tom talked, like we weren't sitting around practically naked, I thought real hard about the puzzle that was Patty.  I think the claws before had nothing to do with Tom, but more with me.  She's still not perfectly secure in us.  And I always thought I was the insecure one?  She was afraid I would like Tom more than her, or like cock more than pussy.  While all the votes weren't in, but I did know something-Patty still needs a little reassurance about us.  It's not the equipment, but the person.  I liked Tom, but I loved Patty.  Maybe Anne's example will happen with us, but right at that moment I knew Patricia  Carolyn M. would be in my life forever!  I think she finally understood that as well.

	I rejoined the activity in front of me when two large hands touched back.  His lips hit my neck and the thrill that went through me was electric.  Leaning forward, he pushed me to my knees and peeled my panties over my ass.  As the fabric uncovered me, he kissed my ass cheeks.  His face was rougher than Patty's, but the slight scratchiness felt sexy.  Patty tossed my pillows on the floor and was laying across the head of my bed watching.  She was on her side, one hand supporting her head, the other flat against her pussy.  One leg straight, the other with it's knee high in the air, foot on the bed.  She looked so good, I wanted to go to her so bad.

	Hands kept me in place as he pushed the panties to my knees and guided me to turn over.  As I rolled over, Tom got his first good look at me naked.  As he pulled my panties off my feet, he studied me.  "Brooke, you are beautiful!"  He breathed almost like a sigh.  Any lingering concerns melted away.  He straightened out my legs and straddled them.  His cocks touching my skin, right where my legs pressed together.  He worked his way up my body, his cock tickling me lightly.  I was more than ready, I wanted this.

 	Tom stopped, leaned down and kissed my belly.  So good, I felt like I was ready to scream.  He moved higher, his cock now pressing into my skin, the tip almost touching my pubic hair.  He kissed each of my breasts.  My nipples begged to be sucked, but he didn't.

	The bed rocked and something hit my chest.  A plastic-wrapped condom.  Patty-mine was still looking out for me.

	I could feel Patty smile, but uncharacteristically, she was quiet.

	I watched breathlessly as Tom opened the package.  He took it and unrolled it down his cock.  He looked at me.  "Don't laugh, it looks funny but laughter right now would cause things to..."  He held up his index finger and slowly curled it like a deflating balloon.  

	Swallowing a snicker, I looked back at his rubber-covered cock.  A little pocket flapped loosely on the end.  It did look less intimidating like this, an a little goofy.

	Tom was taking his time, but I was starting to get anxious.  He released my legs and they seem to spring open of their own accord.  Tom's attention focused on the one spot I craved attention.  He leaned down and kissed my pussy.  The  scratchiness made it so different from soft and sweet Patty.  His tongue dug in hard and found my clit.  Oh, now that felt good.  He stopped way to soon, because I was getting hotter and wetter, he must have been getting impatient.  I was about to scream in frustration when the tip of his cock touched me.  Instinctively I pushed down toward him and his cock moved up, rubbing along my lips until it pressed right on my clit.  I shook in what felt like series of  little orgasms as he rubbed up and down, wetting the tip of his cock, the better to fuck me with it.  I was scared, excited, shaking, and gritting my teeth in anticipation.

	Then he stopped, the tip was right at my opening.  It was about to happen.  Kiss my virginity goodbye.  Patty's hand grasped mine, sharing it with me.

	He pressed in, the tip in just a bit.  It was a weird feeling of fullness.  Actually it felt sexier rubbing along my pussy than pushing into it.

	He pulled out and pressed it back in.  That felt better, much slicker.  He was moving so slow.

	Out and in again, noticeably deeper.  It felt so strange.  The tremors started and, a series of tiny orgasms, almost microscopic.

	He hit my hymen.  Now that fucking hurt.  I clenched my teeth and squeezed all the blood out of Patty-mine's hand when he probed against it again.

	He pulled back and slammed into me with a tremendous push.  The pain flared so bright for one second then it was mostly gone.  He was completely inside me, pausing as I adjust to this weird feeling.

 	I released my death grip on Patty, who laid near my head, her strong scent told me how excited she was.  I could feel her movements above me.

	Tom pulled almost all the way out, leaving an empty feeling where an almost unbearably full feeling existed a few seconds ago.

	He sank back into me slowly.  There was still some pain, more discomfort than real pain, but when he pressed against me, I adjusted and wrapped my legs against him.  He started moving his hips faster, only going and out a few inches at a time, he was moving so quickly I couldn't feel much.

	Patty whispered to me.  "Slow him down or he'll come before you want him to."

	"How?"

	"Your legs and arms, talk to him, slow him down."

	I tightened my legs which got his attention.  He looked at my face.  "Slow down, you're hurting me.  Now that sunk in.  He turned short, powerful strokes into long slow ones, now this was more like it.  Each stroke touched me in places I never knew I had.  He slowed down more and the pleasure grew so intense, I was close to tears.

	An orgasm caught me unawares.  The light in the room went dark and then brightened like someone had flashed a camera.  Tom was in control now, fucking me deep.  He picked up the pace just a touch and I went blank again, this time my legs tightened hard around him as my breath suddenly felt like I was trying to breath through a tiny straw.

	Tom was in full extension, pushing all the way in, it felt so incredible, then pulling almost all the way out. The tip brushing the edges of my lips before he drove it back in.  A third orgasm, this one stronger, took me.  I have no idea how long it lasted, but the room again was darker, then brighter, then darker.  I could hear a wonderful sound, Patty was cumming with me.  There was no mistaking that sound, not after last night.  Tom was losing control in stages. He was fighting it when my arms beckoned him down and he smothered me with his body.  Those quick strokes seemed right now.  He pounded me in short, fast strokes that made me orgasm again and again.

	He stiffened once, like he did in my mouth and I knew he was cumming, but I couldn't feel it like I did in my mouth.  His movements got jerky, each stroke corresponding with a moan or a groan almost of pain.  I was somewhere else by this point, I heard crying and realized it was me.  My body clenched like I was on a rack, Tom was still moving, but he was just about done.   He gave one last marvelous push and fell on me.  He weighed much more than Patty, but our bodies seemed to fit in such a way I could hold him.

	When my breath came back I pushed him over to one side and he slipped out on me.  Leaving a vague, empty feeling.  The loose tip on his condom was full, making it look even stranger.  I looked down and could see a small amount of blood staining the sheets, but I couldn't see what had briefly felt like a wide open tear now that we were done.  I wasn't a virgin anymore!!

	I curled up with myself and dozed off.

 	When I woke, Tom was gone, Patty was with me.

	"Where is Tom?"

	"He wanted to fall asleep too, but I chased him away, in case your parents came home early.  I think he might be scared of your Dad."

	"My Dad, yea right."

	"Hey to a guy who just deflowered his only daughter, a dad is a fearful thing."

	Deflowered, in some ways that's exactly what it felt like, although plowed could be used too.  Patty curled up with me to cuddle.  "So...?"

	"It was great Patty-mine.  You were right, I wanted it and I was ready for it.  I just didn't know how to do it."

 	Patty hugged me.  "You were amazing, and Tom did pretty well to."

 	"Are you OK?"

	"Oh I am fine.  I came with you on the bed, and while you slept,  I gave Tom a pussy eating lesson before he left."

	I looked at her in amazement.

	"Well it was either that or I jump on you and make you make love with me, but he might have gotten to big a kick out of that and we would never get rid of him."

	"You know he can figure that much out for himself."

	"Maybe, but he only suspects.  If we let him watch, he would know and then have something juicy he might not be able to keep quiet."

	"I guess.  But what do we do if he blabs?"

	"Brooke, I was serious about hurting him.  He hurts you and he's fair game!"

 	"Poor Tom, he certainly doesn't know how to take you, for good or bad."

 	"So, which do you like better?"

 	"huh?"

	"Pussy or penis?"

	"No contest, I like you better."

	"So you think you are a lesbian?"

	"No, I just love you, it wouldn't matter  much to me if you were a guy or a girl."

	She thought about that while I looked over a the clock.  It was a few minutes before 11.  At this same time yesterday I was a virgin, had never seen a real cock, nor made love to a girl or boy.  What a difference a day makes!

	How did everything turn out?  I guess like most things, some good, some not so good, and one really awful. The awful, and there is no way to sugarcoat it, is we lost Anne to cervical cancer.  Beautiful, sweet, wonderful Anne, whose smile could light up a room and whose voice could shift from loving at home to commanding in the gym.  She gave me, she gave all of us, so much.

	Her smile does live on in one of the most precious little girls ever born, her daughter.  Yes, Anne did get pregnant!  Her husband even finally accepted Anne's relationship with Cathy, but it took the worst possible circumstances.  He has since remarried, to a great girl and a terrific Mom for little Mari, and Cathy is an accepted Aunt by the whole family.

	Patty and I were inseparable through the rest of HS and college.  We did date, always double dates , but very few boyfriends knew what we did after our dates.  The rumor mill never bothered us, mostly because it prefers little boxes it can paint you in, and Patty-mine and I never seemed to fit in just one box.  After college we shared an apartment for a while, but our professional lives started causing us to spend more time apart.  This wasn't a bad thing, we developed into our own people, but still remain so very close no matter the time or distance separating us.

	Like Anne, Patty-mine got married to a terrific guy, and has three of the best kids.  I am Auntie B, and very close to the whole family.  Her husband was much more understanding and accepting of Patty and I than Anne's husband ever was of Cathy.

	Cathy is less my big sis nowadays.  It's hard looking at your lover as a big sister.  We went through a tough time when darling Anne was taken by ovarian cancer.  It brought Cathy and I very close, with the complete understanding and blessing of Patty-mine.

	Elaine also had a rough time when Anne passed.  Liz never got a good idea about why she lost that one job, but it didn't stop her from moving in with Elaine, permanently.  Liz is probably was the only reason Elaine made it through Anne's passing.

	Suze and Pam are still partners and are truly incredible.  They even bought my Mom's antique shop when my folks decided to retire.

	Speaking of my folks, they are somewhere on the planet, where I am never sure.  They live in a huge RV, traveling wherever the wind takes them.  Mom is still an antique nut and is always sending Suze and Pam stuff on consignment.  They have really helped the success of the shop by finding stuff not normally see in this part of the country.  I spent 6 weeks with them last summer antiquing in northern Canada.  It was great.

	Mom and Dad came to understand about Patty and I, although their introduction to our relationship was certainly traumatic enough.  But that happened on another day.

	Love,
	     Brooke



What a Difference a Gay Made



I woke up and rolled over to blearily glance at the alarm clock. It told me it was 9:41 – so today must be Saturday or Sunday – otherwise I'd be up and out at work by now. Well, I hoped that was the case!

I rolled back and came face to face with an elfin female face, sleeping contentedly on the pillow, a happy smile playing on her countenance. And it started coming back to me......

Oh God yes – I'd finally invited my new girlfriend to stay the night – with thoughts of getting her to come and live with me one day – and here she was!

My wandering eyes also took in two part empty glasses – oh yes, we'd downed more than a few last night too, hadn't we?

My gaze fell back to Casey, still blissfully asleep with her upper body partially uncovered. My eyes almost naturally dropped to her breasts, plump and firm and nicely bronzed and tipped with her little brown nipples. I remembered sucking on them last night; running my hands over her warm invitingly soft flesh as I filled my hands with her breasts.

I remembered working my way down her body, kissing her between her quivering breasts in the valley where I'd hopefully slide my rampant cock, sliding further down to poke my tongue into her navel and twiddle her little gold belly bar with my lips.

I remembered working my way further down, my hands now leaving her breasts to caress the smooth, sleek flesh of her waist and hips. I remembered her wiry patch of trimmed pubic hair tickling my chin before I lowered my mouth into the forest and onto her clitoris.

She tasted so sweet, so erotically sexy, so desirable – I couldn't help but work my tongue between her hot lips to explore the source of her delicious fluids.

I remember Casey's body jerking violently as I sucked at her pussy, licking up her copious lubrication before slithering upwards and back to her clitoris – her little penis. And I don't say that lightly, because actually her clitoris was huge – when erect, as it was then, it must have been over an inch long – and truthfully, I just loved to suck on it!

I sank my mouth over her mini-erection and sucked away, my tongue sliding and dancing over the tumescent flesh while beneath me her whole body seemed to be in motion – waves of excitement were rippling through her as I brought her towards her climax.

Then Casey was crying out, groaning and gasping in ecstasy as her orgasm peaked – her hips thrusting her pussy hard at my mouth as I continued to stimulate her until she could take no more.

For a little while all was quiet, except for Casey's breathing – well, panting, as she came back to earth. I raised my mouth from her sex, the taste of her orgasm strong in my mouth – strong but delicious and I looked down at her exposed cunt.

Her lips were splayed apart and her little forest was shiny with sprayed dampness from her frantic climax – and above it all, her lovely clitoris still stood as if awaiting more action.

And there was definitely more to come – my rampant nine inch erection was drooling with desire and eagerness to sink itself into her hot hole and it wasn't long before he was poised to do just that.

Once I too had recovered I leaned forward over Casey's sun-tanned body and lowered my cock towards her pussy. I felt her hips come up to greet me – to welcome me into her body and moments later we connected. A slight adjustment and my penis was seated in the slot, sliding up and down to gather some additional lubrication before beginning the act of penetration.

Some more adjustments and he was there, pushing into her hot slippery flesh like a knife into butter – sliding, sliding, deeper and deeper – his descent only brought to a halt as my pubes met hers.

I stopped – holding still while Casey's vagina got used to my length but soon impatience overtook me and I began to thrust. Slowly at first; small strokes to excite her G-spot then longer deeper strokes to excite my penis and soon we were rutting – our bodies slapping together, our breaths now coming in faster, our scents rising from us in waves of sexual excitement.

Faster and harder we fucked, on and on, until excitedly we both cried out as our bodies climaxed – Casey's once again shuddering and shaking all over, while my body just stiffened and thrust – pumping cascades of scalding hot cum from my straining penis to fill and overfill her grasping, squeezing vagina.

As we wound down and our actions eased off, I could feel our juices all around her pussy; her excited slippery fluids and my hot sticky overflowing cum combining to create a wet, highly-aromatic swamp where our sex organs met.

Gradually I eased my cock from her hole, a gush of whitish bodily fluids slowly flowing from her vagina as I departed. Gradually her hole closed, my cock deflated and Casey's body stopped quivering. We were both still panting steadily as we now reclined side by side on the bed in post-cotial relaxation mode and we were content. That had been a good quick fuck – a short solid sex session that had satisfied us both. 

I remember getting up to have a pee and Casey doing the same and then we just crashed out; sleeping the sleep of the just-after, until morning had woken me. Well, actually I needed another pee anyway, so I got up.

When I came back, my bladder now empty, Casey had woken too and with a quick smile she too had headed to the toilet.

"Fancy a shower?" I asked as she rejoined me.

"No – not right now," she said, "I'll get my hair all wet."

"Ok then – but I'm going to have one," I said, preferring to feel and smell fresh, "Won't be long."

And I was quick – just a good once over, a shave and a tooth wash and I was back, feeling much better. Casey had collapsed back into bed once more.

"Come on then, sleepyhead," I said, lightly slapping her bottom, "Come and have some breakfast."

"Nah – it's alright – I don't eat breakfast," she said, "Ill stay here for a bit longer."

"Fine, fine – I'll leave you to it," I said feeling a bit peeved as I pulled my shorts and a t-shirt on and headed down to the kitchen. Soon I had some fruit juice, some cereal and some toast inside me and I was ready to face the world. 

A quick half an hour run around the area each morning got me going and kept me fit and now I felt I needed to be up and away – when Casey appeared, still looking half asleep.

"I'm just off out for a run – don't suppose you fancy coming, do you?" I asked, not really expecting a positive answer.....and I didn't get one either!

"No way!" said Casey, "I don't like running anyway. Don't fancy that at all."

"No problem – hey, just make yourself at home – I'll be about half an hour," I said as Casey headed towards the lounge. She didn't reply, so I just opened the door, shut it behind me and started out.

Steadily I jogged along, not rushing, just keeping up my usual pace – and that gave me time to think.

'Was I doing the right thing with Casey?' I wondered, 'She's nice enough, but already we've found several differences in our lifestyles. Will that matter?'

I jogged on and on, my mind elsewhere.

'I wonder what else she doesn't like,' I thought, 'Oh well, we'll soon find out.'

Interrupted only by the occasional dog-walker and other morning people I was home pretty well 'on time', having had what I always felt was a good beneficial bit of work-out. I did a few cooling-down exercises before I went indoors.

The sound of the TV alerted me to where Casey would presumably be – and there she was, glued to some vapid and banal show, the theme of which escaped me. I found myself taking a deep breath and then blowing out a long exhale before I spoke to her.

"You going to sit and watch that all day?" I asked, perhaps a bit sharply.

"Why not," she said, not looking at me, her eyes still locked on the TV, "Why – what else is there to do?"

"What would you fancy then?" I asked, "How about a wander around the shops? Or perhaps we could go for a look around somewhere or even just a drive....."

"Nah – I'm ok," she said, "You go – I'll be fine here."

"Well how about heading down to the beach – Sandy Bay isn't far from here and you could top up your tan," I suggested, pretty well knowing by now what kind of answer I'd get back – and I was right.

"No – I like to get my tan done properly," she said – really meaning that the sun wasn't good enough for her!

"Oh come on, for fuck sake," I said somewhat exasperatedly, "Let's do something."

"Like what?" she replied quickly.

'Like take you home' I thought, but I held my tongue, for now.

"I've made some suggestions," I said, "So what do you like to do all day?"

"Not much," she said, "Unless you want to get back to bed?"

Now normally the idea of taking a voluptuous young lady back to bed would have raised my flagpole in moments but today he remained still – she'd totally dampened my ardour.

"No – I just don't feel like it now," I said, almost feeling that I'd got my own back, "Look, let's go out and do something, for God's sake."

"Alright then – take me somewhere," Casey said as she turned off the TV, "And it had better be good!"

'Oh fuck – like what?' I thought, 'No, sod you, we're going down to the park whether you like it or not.'

At least the park was always full of activity – children playing; a band was blasting away in the bandstand; ducks lining up to be fed; flowers and trees to be admired; the model steam railway; golfers; tennis players...and more.....

We left the house eventually, after Casey had spent half an hour doing her make-up, only for her to stop.

"Aren't we taking the car?" she said.

"No way – it's only a short walk to the park," I said, "Parking's not free you know."

"Oh what.....!" she exclaimed, "I'll ruin my heels."

"Ok – ok – we'll go in the car," I said, stepping back indoors to get my car keys, "Have you got all your things?"

"Yes – didn't bring much with me," Casey said.

"Good," I answered harshly as I closed the door and pressed the key to unlock the car doors.

Casey got in and I did too and I pulled away – and headed across town.

"Hey – this isn't the way to the park," she said after a while.

"No – it isn't," I replied, "I'm taking you back home."

She said nothing but just looked straight ahead.

"Casey," I said, "You're beautiful and you're a wonderful fuck, but we're just so different. What's the betting you're a vegetarian while I eat meat and everything?"

"Yeah – I am," she nodded.

"See – we couldn't even have dinner together!" I replied somewhat caustically, because by now I'd made my mind up.

"Casey – I'll let you go home for now. Perhaps we'll meet again and it's been lovely to know you, but we're completely chalk and cheese. Sex is all we have in common," I said as we pulled up outside her parent's house.

"You were really good last night, sweet girl," I said as Casey got out of the car, "But that's about as far as we go, thank you."

She said nothing but slammed the car door in my face and quite honestly I didn't care – I was free again!

Normally after I'd broken up with a girl I'd mope around for a while; perhaps get drunk and generally behave badly – but today I felt fine – relieved!

Well – relieved but very horny! Casey's body had turned me on as usual and inside me there was now a chamber of sexual need building up again....not manifested by an erection but by this feeling that I just needed more sex – and soon. Never mind – it would have to wait, so I shut the mental door on it and concentrated on relaxing instead.

I motored home with the radio on, almost enjoying for once the rattle of some local pop station's selection of insipid records. I pulled into my driveway and sat in the car for a few moments while I considered what to do next.

I tapped the wheel as I thought – ah – the car – yep, let's wash it!

'That came from nowhere', I thought as I usually took it to the local car-wash but since it was a nice enough day, I couldn't now think of a reason not to wash it.

Soon I'd gathered all the necessary bits and pieces, hose, sponge, cleaner, etc and just minutes later I was wetting the paintwork and humming happily to myself.

At least car washing wasn't exactly serious brain work so I had time to think what to do next; do I go out and get pissed; do I go out and find another lay; do I even stay in – home alone?

With the water splashing around and some exercise I soon stripped off my t-shirt, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on my back.  It made flex my muscles and reminded me that I hadn't been to the gym for a few days – all my exercise had been in bed! And that thought made my penis stir and start to fill out – I somewhat unsuccessfully tried to will it to go away.

I chuckled at the way sex had popped to the surface so easily and then became serious for a moment as I realised that I'd been sleeping alone tonight – damn – I liked sleeping with my partner after a good fuck.

I was startled out of my reverie by a voice from nearby – my neighbour, John.

"Hi Tony," he yelled, "Good way to get the day going."

"Forgotten what colour the car was!" I joked as I stood up from my work and stretched my back.

"Wowee!" said John, "Hey – you've got some great muscles, man – don't you look good!"

Yeah – well I admit to being fairly muscular but its not that I spend ages at the gym; I just like to look after myself, so I do some workouts and plenty of running and it all helps.

I looked down at myself and I smiled happily. I squeezed my chest muscles and then, showing off in a cheerful way I raised my arms to show off my biceps.....stupidly completely forgetting that I was still holding the hose, complete with running water. Three seconds after I assumed the pose I threw the hose away as water cascaded down all over me!

"Bloody hell; stupid idiot!" I exclaimed, laughing but totally embarrassed, "It's the car I'm supposed to be washing! Sod it!"

But John wasn't laughing; instead his eyes were riveted on me. I frowned, wondering why he was looking at me so intently.

"Jesus Tony, you could win a talent contest looking like that," he said, "You look so hot – look at you! Your hair all spiky and wet; your body all glistening with water and you ought to see your shorts!"

"Ah piss off!" I said cheerfully, "I'm not hot – wet maybe but not hot."

The cascade of water had mainly run down my front and now I looked down – and immediately understood what John was on about – my shorts had gone almost see-through and with no underpants on, I was showing off somewhat, my partially inflated cock hanging to one side!

"Oh for Christ's sake," I groaned as I turned off the water, "Sorry John. I'll just nip inside and change."

"Don't bother on my account!" said John, "looks good! Who you been thinking about then?"

"Not you for a start! "I said, laughing, "Why, do you fancy me?"

I turned round and wiggled my bum at him and he wolf-whistled.

"Fuck off – I don't fancy being a gay pin-up!" I said.

John laughed happily and struck a pose to make me laugh as well – then he turned away. Typical bit of male banter – made me happy....

"Anyway, got to go – things to do," he said, "You busy today?"

"Apart from the car. No," I said, returning to my task.

""Where's the girlfriend then?" he asked, "She was with you last night."

Not that it was any of his business, but I didn't mind telling him somehow.....

"Dumped her, mate," I said, "She looked good and she was a great lay – pity that's all she was."

"Hard luck. Another one bites the dust, I guess," said John, "Hey – pop round if you get bored this evening. I've asked some friends over – be a good excuse for a bit of a chin-wag. Come and join us."

"Yeah could do," I replied off-handedly as John waved his goodbye. I threatened him with the hosepipe and he scarpered quickly!

I didn't really mind the somewhat sexist banter coming from John because we were often teasing one another about one thing or another, our sex lives included. Having said that, although I was often bringing girlfriends home I seldom if ever saw John with a girl – I couldn't remember when, now I thought about it. Still, he was probably just more secretive than me, I concluded.

He was a lot like me actually – we seemed to have the same kind of humorous ways and approach to life. And we were of a similar build as well – he too was tall and quite well-built thought not as muscular as I was. He too had short light coloured hair that he spiked to some extent – actually more of a bed-head look, I think. And he was always bright and cheerful; I often felt thankful that I had him as a neighbour as opposed to some old trout or miserable git.

'But what the fuck's going on though?' I thought, 'Just 'cos my cock showed through my shorts I've got a bloody bloke after me now!'

'Oh well, I suppose that everyone likes a man with muscles,' I concluded, smiling smugly to myself – then I settled back to finishing off the car. With John gone and no distraction, my penis soon returned to a relaxed state and I forgot about the wetness on me. Half an hour later it was all done – washed and wiped dry, the paint and chrome all now shining nicely. Even I had dried out as I cleared up and went indoors to get myself a nice cool lager and to sit down for a break.

I relaxed in the sun and pondered on my actions for the next few hours.

No way was I going back to my regular pub – Casey would be sure to be there – no, I'd have to drink elsewhere for a little while. Ok – that's decided that – now, do I go this afternoon or this evening?

I eventually chose to pop down for pint or two a bit later on – I'd nothing better to do, so why not.

I made and ate a bit of lunch; then put some clothes in the washing machine and set it going and then found myself wandering around listlessly.

What to do now? Do I go to the pub? I still was undecided, perhaps because of things that had happened; dumping Casey and now John's comments.

I sat down with another can and supped it slowly while my mind meandered.

'What was all this with John – what the fuck was he up to?' I wondered, 'He was just taking the piss, wasn't he? He's not gay, is he? No way was he that way. I'd know..... No – he was just having a laugh,' I concluded.

Eventually I just couldn't sit around any longer, so pulling on some cleaner clothes I locked up and headed out to the pub in the opposite direction to my regular watering hole – fortunately still within walking distance.

Ten minutes or so later I was at the bar ordering a pint of lager which I took out into the almost unpopulated beer garden which overlooked the river and there I sat, just relaxing and watching the world go past on the river – it was very peaceful.

And then, as a moment of almost complete silence arrived, I overheard some conversation coming from another table a little way away.

".......turning me on mate," a man said.

Something must have clicked in my brain because now I concentrated on the conversation and at that point I picked up the thread. 

"Ooh, I agree. He look's gorgeous; all those lovely muscles," another male voice said, "He could have me any day!"

"Not if I get there first!" the first male voice answered, "He looks so hunky!"

"I'd love him to give me a good going over!" the second voice replied, "Oooooh, I bet he's well hung!"

"I bet he's not gay though," said the other voice, "Shall we ask him?"

I looked cautiously around and there, some twenty yards away two young guys were sat, both obviously looking my way. Ok – they might have been talking about someone else but the way they both looked aside as I looked at them meant only one thing – they'd been talking about me!

'Fuckin' hell!' I thought, 'All these poufs everywhere! Why are they all after me? Have I got the wrong aftershave on or something?'

The two young men realised that they'd been rumbled and coyly looked at me.




What a Difference a Gay Made



"Hi," they said together, one of them cautiously waving a hand at me.

"Were you talking about me just now?" I asked, "I didn't mean to overhear you but I was fascinated. What were you saying?"

"Sorry mate – yeah, we were talking about you," the one with the deeper voice said, "We just thought you looked really hot."

"So we just wondered if you were gay or not," continued the other one bravely.

"Ha – you wish!" I said with derision in my voice, "No way am I bent, thank you."

"I'm really sorry mate," the first man said, "They don't get many straight blokes in here now, so we just thought....."

"Why, what's happened – why don't straight blokes come here then?" I asked.

"New management," the first guy continued, "This place is almost entirely full of gays now!"

Shit – I'd wandered into a gay bar without knowing it! My gaydar must have been defective today!

I downed my pint quickly and stood up.

"Sorry to disappoint you both," I said, "Cheerio!" 

And I was off, as fast as I could get out of the place!

'Fucking shit,' I thought, banging my heels down as I walked home, 'That place has changed. And I didn't notice – serves me bloody right I guess!'

Soon back home I relaxed, almost visibly! The washing machine had done its work so I hung out the laundry – I was quite a good house-husband really!

Mind you, tonight I'd slum it – a microwave dinner would do today – I couldn't be bothered with cooking.....

Being summer I was still out on the patio at eight, having just polished off my dinner, when I heard voices next door.

'Oh yes – that's John and his guests....wonder if I might join them......' I thought and then I remembered how John had made comments about me. 

'What if he was gay – nah – he wasn't, surely; not John,' I thought, 'But if he was then I think I'd rather stay at home.'

But as I sat there the voices drifted over to me again and I recognised one of them. It was Pete from the office.

'Well sod me, what a coincidence!' I thought, 'Be nice to have a chat and a drink with him – he's safe anyway, he's fine.'

So instead of staying at home alone – or heading out to some other unknown pub, I decided to accept John's offer. 

It was a warm evening so shorts and a t-shirt would be quite adequate although I made sure I was wearing underpants! I didn't want any chance of a repeat of this afternoon's episode!

I spiked my hair up; sprayed briefly under each arm; checked myself in the mirror and went outside once again. Moments later I was pressing John's door bell.....

"Tony – great to see you!" said John cheerfully as he opened the door, "Do come in – so glad you decided to pop round."

He guided me down the hall to the lounge......

"People – I'd like you to meet my neighbour, Tony," he said and there was a deep roar of laughter. John looked startled.

"Hello Tony!" boomed Pete as he stood up and advanced towards me. He was a big bear of a man complete with a big bushy beard, who made me look small. He must have been six foot six if he was an inch and probably weighed 250 pounds; very little of it being fat, I reckoned.

"Good to see you buddy," he said, wrapping his big arm round my shoulders and dragging me towards the settee, "Didn't know you were John's neighbour. John – this guy works in the same office as I do. Come on – come and sit down."

I was plonked onto the settee beside Pete who then imperiously waved his hand to John.

"Come on John – get your guest a drink!" he said jovially, then he held out a hand and pointed, "Oh Tony – by the way this is Neil."

"Hi Neil," I said, not knowing what else to do or say, because Pete had obviously taken over and Neil responded with a small and perhaps embarrassed finger wave.

Neil was just the opposite to Pete and being seated made him look even smaller. He wasn't weedy; he was just small; compact perhaps might be a better description because his arms were quite solid and his shoulders implied that he'd got some muscles.....not that I really cared about such things on other men.

For a few moments it all went quiet as we drank and settled down but then I thought I'd start the conversation.

"I heard your voice Pete – couldn't mistake it," I said, "I wasn't sure if I felt like socialising tonight but when I heard you, I just had to pop round."

John had rejoined us and had settled into one of the armchairs and now the conversation meandered back and forth, covering whatever seemed to come to mind. We drank – wine, lager, beer – whatever we fancied and we were a happy and chattery bunch.

Eventually Pete stood up.

"Got to take a leak – John – go and sit beside Tony – make a change of scenery for us!" he said as he disappeared down the hall. 

John duly rose from his chair and came and sat beside me, raising his eyebrows at Pete's comment.

"He always takes over," said John, "Very dominant sort of guy."

"Like that in the office too," I said as I chuckled, "Nice bloke and all that but I'm glad he works in a different department."

Pete returned, still pulling up the zip of his jeans.

"Dominant, did I hear you say?" he boomed, "Ooh yes – especially with Neil!"

"Eh!" I ejaculated, "You what?"

Pete looked at the two others before replying.

"Didn't you know?" he said, "Neil's my sub – I'm his master."

I just looked totally confounded, so Pete continued.

"I'm gay – well we all are actually, except possibly you Tony," said Pete, "Neil and I are partners – we live together and every so often we come and visit our good friend John. He's just plain gay – he just likes men, so we come over here for a bit of fuc.......fun."

"John's never gay, is he?" I questioned, convinced that Pete was wrong, but John nodded to confirm his statement. 

"You don't have to be a poufter to be gay," he said, "you don't have to act all bent. Gays are quite normal really – like me." 

I was gobsmacked until John spoke again and as he did so he firmly grabbed hold of my hand just as I was about to wave it to make a point.....and held on.

"Look – I'm touching you and you haven't turned into a limp-wristed pouf, have you. I'm not different – I'm just your neighbour, I'm just another bloke," he said, "And I just happen to like men, not women."

Actually, after my recent experience with Casey I tended to agree with him about women, although not about liking men, so I just laughed.

"That's better," said John, squeezing my hand before releasing it, "Relax!"

Then Pete spoke up again.

"You still got those DVDs, John?" he asked and John pointed to a niche beside the TV. John stood up and moved to the TV and soon popped a DVD into the slot.

"Watch this Tony, see if it doesn't turn you on!" he said, as he settled back into his chair.

Truthfully I really wanted to get up and go but not only would that be rude but Pete would probably make sure I suffered at work somehow – so I stayed.....and soon the screen lit up.

"Ah," said Pete, "Think I've got the right one. This is the one with those five short films on, isn't it? Where shall we start?"

"Second one," said John and Pete made the selection and pressed play before I could register the content.

"See if you like this!" said Pete as he sat back in his chair, "Bet you will."

How could I not like it! There before me was a tall curvy big-breasted blonde in a shimmering mini dress that all but showed her knickers and her tits. She paraded around the room gradually displaying more and more of her delicious body, while my own body absorbed the sight with enthusiasm.

"Bit tasty?" asked John and I nodded – she certainly was worth looking at and I just couldn't wait for her to show her tits......which she was obviously about to do.

She bent over to show off her tight bum; her soft blue knickers pulled into her crack, then turned once more and just slid her dress down from her breasts. 

I felt my cock lurch upwards as her magnificent mammaries sprang into view and I looked around me. All the other guys were watching avidly too; Pete with his hand in his lap obviously massaging his cock and the other two guys squirming around in their seats. 

She was enough to wake up even the sleepiest gayest penis it seemed!

"Just wait," said Pete thickly, "Won't be long before she gets her dress off – wait and see!"

A few minutes of posturing and squeezing of her breasts and she began wriggling out of her dress – eventually it fell to her feet and she stepped out of it, squeezing her breasts together as she stood up. And now she was dressed only in her tiny knickers; her generous breasts a lovely contrast to her slim waist and smooth flat tummy – I was captivated and I could feel my cock starting to drool with pleasure.

"Here she goes!" said Pete breathlessly, having obviously seen the film before, "Watch....!"

The blonde bent over, her free-hanging breasts close to the camera and in the background you could see her hands sliding her knickers down over her hips; then she stood up, her hand over her crotch. Slowly she moved her hand down, revealing that she was shaved.....and as her hand went further I suddenly found myself wondering where her slit started.

Then all was revealed to me as her hand reached between her legs – and pulled out a penis that any man would be proud of! A few quick tugs and it stood up, some seven inches or so of definitely male flesh!

"Fuck!" I said, never having ever seen a shemale before, "What the.....?"

Around me a selection of laughs rose up and I just had to join in, even though the laugh was on me! 

"What's she doing with a dick?" I asked naively, "Is that a bloke or a woman?"

"She's a shemale – a tranny – a bloke who's had hormone treatment and implants," said John, "Best of both worlds! She can fuck or be fucked."

"Eh?" I queried, my eyes unable to look away from the screen, "Oh yeah – oh, I see, of course."

"She'll be doing both in a few minutes," said John and sure enough, on screen a hunky guy appeared, already busy stripping off his clothes. 

Soon he too was naked and the pair embraced, their two big hard cocks rubbing against each other and for the next ten minutes we watched, almost in silence, as the pair made out – he sucked her; she sucked him; he fucked her; she fucked him and then they both wanked off over her abdomen and tits – the movie playing out as it closed in on the pools of white and sticky cum on her breasts. The basic theme for any fuck movie – but with a difference I'd never seen before!

"Phewwwww!" I heard from Pete and I looked at him. His hand was still at his groin where it was now clear that he'd been rubbing what looked to be quite a large erection – well actually I could see he was still holding it.... He looked at me unashamedly.

"So – what did you think of that then? Was she hot or not?" he asked, "Could you take that home with you?"

"Suppose that if I met her in a bar and she came on to me, then I would," I said feeling my penis stretching out down my leg, "I'd never have known she was a he until it was too late, I guess."

"Ok – then is she gay?" John added and damn me, I could see that he too was holding his hard cock in his shorts, next to me.

"Yeah, I guess so, I guess she is," I replied.....

"Ok. So if you'd taken her home and when you took her to bed you found her cock, what would you do then?" asked Pete, his hand still moving on his penis, "Would you have fucked her – in the arse?"

"Perhaps I would," said, feeling a bit uncomfortable, "I suppose if I took her from behind I'd hardly know the difference from fucking a woman in the arse."

"And what if she wanted to suck you?" asked John, "Would you have let her?"

A blow job was a blow job, so I nodded happily!

"So what about the leading question," said Pete, "Would you want to suck her?"

"Ummmmm – I guess I might have been able to," I said, remembering Casey's delectable mini-penis but somewhat reluctant to reveal my feelings and Pete chuckled.

"So, using some bent and illogical deductions, that would mean you'd be willing to suck a man and fuck him too!" said Pete with a grin.

"I didn't say that!" I replied, a bit flustered, "Uh – I suppose I did really, didn't I?"

"Got you then!" said Pete, "Therefore, welcome to the club! Because we all like to suck and fuck men too!"

It went quiet as the statement hung in the air – then Pete spoke up once more.

"Let's show him the next one, eh?" he said, pressing the button and this time there was no ambiguity – this time there were just two guys getting to grips with each other.

And somehow I was now able to sit there and enjoy watching as they sucked and fucked each other – and even swallowed each other's cum at the end.

"Wasn't so bad, was it?" asked Pete, now displaying a prominent damp patch on his jeans as well a a long stiff ridge.

I wasn't sure what to say or do, partially because I now realised that my own penis had remained completely hard throughout the ten minute film and it was still throbbing now. But Pete had spotted my predicament and he laughed.

"Didn't turn you off then?" he asked and I found myself blushing. 

I looked down in embarrassment – and was completely shaken to see that next to me, John, who was also wearing shorts, had some two or three inches of penis showing beyond the leg of his shorts! And it was obviously hard and excited – it was dripping precum onto his leg as I watched.

Then I saw that John was now looking at me.

"Do you want to feel it?" he asked, sliding his shorts up so that even more of his erection was on display, "Won't bite! Come on – have a feel."

He grasped my hand and pulled it to his cock and the next moment my hand was wrapped round his shaft – and I'd just let him do it!

"Come on – hold it – squeeze it!" he said, holding my hand in position – and once again I just did so – he'd taken over my mind!

The next story was unrolling on the screen – more men sucking and fucking each other – almost unwatched by us.  

I just looked down at where my hand was now sliding up and down his cock – my hand was on auto-pilot – it had nothing to do with me! And yet it did, because my actions were causing my own penis to stiffen even more and to throb up and down.....

Moments later I felt a hand on my cock; sliding the material of my shorts out of the way and then grasping my own tower of flesh.

"Ohhhhh God," I cried somehow unable to brush his hand away, "What you doing....?"

"Just helping you to relax," said John beside me, "Let it go – enjoy it."

And I was – his hand felt great as it rubbed my cock and I just couldn't help but do the same to him – he didn't need to hold his hand over mine now.

I leaned back as John began to work me up and I too increased my actions on his penis.

"Get your shorts off," breathed John in my ear and I hurried to comply, releasing my penis and balls into the open air while John did the same.

"Oh wow – you look fucking good!" I heard Pete say, "That's what I call a real cock!" and I looked up. 

And there, not more than a few feet away, Neil was on his knees between Pete's legs; Pete's jeans were around his ankles and his cock was well and truly embedded in Neil's mouth. From what I could see, Pete's penis was a monster – I reckoned there must have been seven or eight inches still visible – and I had no idea how much was in Neil's mouth.

"Ooooohhh yeah," groaned Pete, putting his hand on Neil's head, "You're good, you suck me so well."

"Mmmmmm – love to suck you," said Neil, "You taste so nice."

And as he spoke he took Pete's cock from his mouth and I saw the whole thing – the best part of ten inches of thick rod, topped with a knob like a large plum, which glistened with saliva. Moments later Neil let the giant rod slide back into his mouth and I could have sworn that he'd managed to engulf a generous eight inches of it somehow!

I returned my gaze to John's hand which was now able to slide more freely up and down my penis and I looked at his groin. John's cock was now entirely on view to me – it was probably a bit over seven inches long and was uncut like mine, and as I watched, I saw my hand moving up down his shaft – it was almost as if I was watching someone else's hand....

On the next upstroke a bubble of clear slippery precum oozed from his tip and, conscious now that it was my hand and that I was stroking him, I caught the little bubble and spread it around his knob. Soon it glistened and shone and my fingers slid easily over the smooth surface.

"Tony," John's voice interrupted my watching, "Could I suck you....please?"

I just didn't really know what to do or say so John just continued.

"Your cock looks so gorgeous," he said, "I just need to get it in my mouth – you'll love it – I'll make you feel so good."

Whatever I might have replied was shut off as John moved to squat in front of me and in seconds I felt the tightness of his lips clamped round my penis and all I could do was to groan with pleasure.

"Oooooh fuuuuuuck," I groaned, "Fuckin' hell – where'd you learn to do that?"

His hand movements on my cock speeded up as wild feelings shot all through my body....he was reaching parts that no-one else had ever reached.

John's mouth was alive; his tongue prehensile as it wrapped itself around my knob and tried to insinuate itself into the little slit at the tip. His hand was rubbing up and down my shaft as he sucked me and I found myself putting my hand on his head to push him down on my cock – he was good!

I saw movement ahead of me through my half-closed eyes and watched as Neil stood up, dropped his trousers and revealed his own solid erection. I watched as he moved closer to Pete who grasped his cock and sucked it deep into his mouth, making Neil hum with pleasure. But soon their scenario changed – Neil pulled his penis away and knelt down, while Pete dropped his jeans and stepped out of them. 

His enormous cock now stood proudly from his groin – like a baby's arm it stood – drooling precum and jerking in time with his heartbeat. He spat in his hand and spread his saliva over his penis making it shine with moisture, then got onto his knees behind Neil.

'He'll never get that in his arse, surely!' I thought, my eyes now wide open, but I was wrong!

Pete leaned forward, bringing his penis in line with Neil's arsehole and put one hand on Neil's back. And then Neil's body pushed backwards and Pete's moved forwards.....and suddenly at least half of Pete's monster had disappeared.

I heard Neil suck in a big breath but there was no scream of pain or distress – I was staggered!

"Done it lot's of times before, haven't they," explained John, lifting his head from my cock, "Do you want to try it?"

Now I'd seen pictures of men fucking on the internet but never in real life – and never right before my eyes! But I couldn't look away as Pete began to saw his cock in and out of Neil's hole, seemingly gradually probing deeper and deeper into the man's body. I couldn't even answer John, who'd now returned to my penis; all I could do was to watch, with my mouth open, I suddenly realised. I shut it quickly, instantly worried that someone might see the opening as a place to shove their cock – then felt stupid about it.

But down below it didn't feel stupid; in fact things were heating up.

Automatically now, my hips were thrusting upwards to drive my penis into John's mouth; shivers and shakes were running through me; incredible sensations were firing off through my brain – and John was sucking harder......

Then he stopped again.

"You didn't answer," he said, leaving me hanging, teetering and urgently needing him to complete his task, "Do you want to try that?"

"I want to cum!" I cried, shivering with pent-up excitement, "Don't care – just want to cum!"

"Come on then – try me!" said John, relinquishing my cock and getting onto his hands and knees, "Cum in my arse then!"




What a Difference a Gay Made



As if in a daze I moved down behind him while John held his arse cheeks apart for me and without thinking I lined up my saliva-soaked erection with his hole and pushed gently. Frantic feelings ran through my cock as it began to penetrate his arsehole; fear, trepidation, panic even but above all a feeling of excitement as I realised that I was now about to fuck a man!

Easily I slid inside, John's hips pushing back at me as I penetrated a man for the very first time. Easily I began to move in and out, feeling my sperm practically bubbling like lava building up in a volcano and quickly I found myself nearing my climax.

For a moment a feeling of panic swept through me as I realised that I was going to unload my sperm inside a man, but the need to cum was so great that I didn't care – all I cared about was having a place in which to empty my balls – and it wouldn't take long to do that!

Furthermore, my excitement was heightened as right beside me Pete was nearing his own climax inside Neil's hole. Pete's powerful penis was slamming into Neil's body; almost disappearing with each stroke, although just how Neil could accommodate all that length inside him was beyond me – but it was so exciting to watch that I didn't care. 

Pete was panting hard as he powered in and out, faster and faster.

"Yeah – yeah – yeahhhhh" he growled as he thrust, "Here it cums! Oh fuck – yeah – here it cums! Oooooooh! Oooooooh! Oooooooh!"

Pete was shaking all over; his hips now slowly thrusting in jerks as each surge of his hot cum emptied into Neil's body and suddenly I was doing the same!

"Oh Christ John – you've made me cum!" I cried as vast tremors made my legs shake, "Aaaaaahhh! Yesssss – fuckin' cummming!"

"Come on then, let it go! Let it all go!" cried John, his arse squeezing my penis; pulsating around my flesh as each jet of cum left my cock.

"Oh yessss – ooooooh God!" I moaned, "Uuuuuuhh! Ooooooh! Fuck – oh fuck!"

I could feel my sperm pooling around my cock deep up inside John's body, helping to smooth out the friction as I continued to slide in and out, my movements now languid and relaxing as I came down from my orgasm and slowly my thrusts became just twitches and shudders before I collapsed down onto John's back.

I was panting as heavily as if I'd been fucking for hours, such was the degree of illicit excitement in me but finally I was able to kneel upright behind John, my penis still embedded in his arse.

"Fuckin' hell," I said as I shook my head, "Never thought I'd do that!"

A small towel landed on John's back, thrown by Pete who was now standing up, his still huge penis drooping from his groin.

"Here you go – you can take it out now," he said. 

I slid my penis from John's hole, watching as his arse fluttered closed and open again, letting a little stream of spunk slide out. I caught it on the towel – wiped my cock on the towel and then put it into John's waiting hands as I moved away and sat down on the settee once more.

A little while later John came and sat by me once more, this time on the folded towel however.

He smiled at me – a happy smile.....

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, "You were hot – loved the feel of your spunk inside me – wow, didn't you cum hard!"

I nodded contentedly, looking down at my now flaccid penis and then at John's still hard cock.

"Yeah – that was good – never thought I'd do that!" I exclaimed, blowing out a deep breath, "I fucked a man!"

"Was it any different to fucking a woman's arse then?" asked Pete who now stood beside me, his huge slack organ mere feet from my face.

I shook my head, immediately realising that actually, John's arsehole had been better and tighter than the last female's arsehole I'd fucked. Not Casey's – she hadn't been willing to let me use that access to her body.

"Better actually," I said, being honest, "Thanks buddy."

I put my hand on John's thigh; precarious inches from his erection and smiled at him.

"Honestly, thanks," I said, "You were good – I needed that!"

"Could you do it again some time?" John asked and without hesitation I answered.

"Yes – definitely!" I said cheerfully, "Sure I could."

John smiled back at me and put his hand on top of my hand on his thigh.

"Actually – there's something else I want you to do," he said.

"What's that then?" I asked innocently.

"Get me off!" he said, grasping my hand and moving it onto his erection, "I need to cum too!"

'Shiiiit' I thought, 'Oh well – better do it after what I've just done to him!'

"Ok," I said, rather surprised at my own enthusiasm, "Here – now?"

"Yeah," said John as he moved his arse forward and leaned back, "Can you do it from there?"

"Easy!" I said, my hand now moving up and down his shaft.

'Hah – no different to wanking myself really!' I thought as I worked up a bit of speed, 'Feels a bit different but the same action!'

"Take it easy Tony," groaned John, "Slower....."

I practically stopped my movements; now just caressing his penis, squeezing it and feeling the texture of his flesh and skin in my hand; sliding my thumb and then my fingers too in the ever increasing dribble of precum that was issuing from his tip and spreading the lubrication over both his knob and his shaft.

John was now groaning from time to time as I manipulated his fine upstanding erection, his hips too working in time with my hand as I began to move more actively.

"Getting there," he moaned, "You're doing fine, keep it like that – yeah, just like that!"

I was leaning partially over his body now as I concentrated on wanking him and John now had his arm draped over my back, squeezing me from time to time. 

My face was not all that far from his cock as I closely observed the way his foreskin slid over his purpling knob; the way small oozes of precum kept leaking out; the way my fingers pushed little waves of precum up and down his cock – I was well into it and so was John.

"Oooooh yessssss!" he hissed, "nearly there – keep going – keep going...."

Eager now to watch his orgasm I leaned even closer, my hand keeping up a steady rhythm, until John shuddered all over.

"Here it cums!" he cried, "Here it cums!"

And as he spoke a rapid shot of white cum squirted from his cock straight into my face! I didn't even have time to move before a second jet hit me and when I tried to move away John's hand over my back tightened and held me down as a third and fourth belch of cum erupted all over my hand. Then I felt his arm relax but despite that I just continued to wank him, bringing forth some small dribbles of cum, until he stopped my hand from moving.

"No more – no more – too sensitive," he said and I took my hand away and sat up straight.

I must have looked a proper sight – I could only see out of one eye and I could feel sticky cum on my lips – I could even taste it.

"Do you eat your own cum?" said Pete from beside me, his huge and newly erect penis held in his busy hand and I nodded.

"Well, try John's – bet you'll think its lovely," he said, "Go on – you might as well."

I stuck my tongue out and immediately encountered a big blob of the stuff – which seemed to stick to my tongue as I withdrew it. The taste wasn't any different to my own cum really – it was just that it came from another man that put me off.

Then I felt fingers move on my face and moments later they were pushed into my mouth, together with more of John's ejaculated cum. I sucked it off and swallowed it.

"See – you can do it!" Pete said, his hand now moving quickly on his cock, "Nearly all gone!"

Then John wiped a towel over my face, clearing my vision and my nose – I could see and breath properly now – just for now.

Because beside me Pete was still working hard on his erection and now he spoke.

"Tony – this way.....have some more!" he said and as I turned towards him, my mouth open to speak, at that very moment his cock jerked and splashed a huge squirt of very hot cum right in my mouth!

I almost blew it out again but moments later I couldn't – Pete had pushed the end of his penis into my mouth where another flood of cum splashed!

Just the two squirts in my mouth – that was more than enough for my liking – then he pulled his cock out and sprayed my face with several more generous gushes of spunk before he turned aside to strip out the last lesser dribbles. 

I was back to where I'd just come from – covered in cum once more – even my t-shirt was liberally splashed! John pulled me to him and pliantly I allowed him to attend to the mess. But this time instead of using his fingers I felt John come closer and the next thing I knew, his tongue and lips were licking and sucking the sticky blobs and streaks of cum from my face.

I wanted to recoil from his touch but actually it felt good and quite erotic – even when his lips settled briefly on mine. It even felt good when his tongue slid between my lips – I actually pushed back with my tongue, making our contact wet and slippery with saliva and with Pete's spunk.

Then he was finished and, handing me the towel once more, he sat back, sated.

I cleaned what was left of any stickiness from my face and just sat there, too shaken to speak.

Part of me wanted to run away – part of me loved it – part of me just didn't know what to do but Pete soon pointed out where my priorities lay.

"Your cock!" he laughed, "Ever since I sprayed your face it's been hard as fucking iron – look at it!"

Actually I didn't need to look because I'd known all along that my penis had just loved all the action – he at least had no qualms about who he had sex with!

And slowly I had to admit that I'd thoroughly enjoyed it all – even the mouthfuls of cum; even being wanked and sucked by another bloke. It was good sex – good wholesome sex – no posturing and preening and female histrionics – just plain excellent sex.

John got up, his own erection waving before him and wandered off to the kitchen, returning with some more wine and some cans and we refreshed ourselves as we recovered. Somehow the talk avoided sex – we were all contented for now at least and despite our part-dressed bodies, we didn't need to get intimate for now....and slowly our tumescent organs relaxed – which was just as well, as Neil's phone suddenly went off.

He got up and moved away to answer it and I heard him say a loud "Damn!"

He came back looking a bit crestfallen. 

"Bloody typical – of all nights!" he moaned, "They're short of drivers at the depot and they want me to come and fill in. Shit!"

Pete stood up too.

"That means me too – I'm not walking home!" he said, "Sorry John, Tony – fuckin' nuisance but that's life."

"See you again soon?" asked John and Pete put his thumbs up.

"Definitely!" he said, looping his arm over Neil's shoulder, "Sooner the better. But we'd better be off – catch you in the office Tony!"

"See you Monday," I said, not knowing if I was saying the right thing, but also knowing that I'd have to be there anyway, "Bye Neil, bye Pete."

Soon the door slammed and John and I were left there – the pair of us still wearing only our t-shirts.

We looked at each other and just burst out laughing at the incongruity of the situation, then both sat down on the settee.

On the screen before us yet another gay suck and fuck film was running – we both absentmindedly looked at it for a while before John turned to me.

"I'm sorry Tony – I didn't know it would turn out the way it did," he said, "I asked you round for a bit of a social evening, but Pete – he's a bit of a handful – I never expected him to....."

"Did you mean that?" I asked John playfully, "That Pete's a bit of a handful? I'd say he's a damn sight more than that!"

"Dirty bastard!" said John cheerfully, "No – I was being honest – but yes, I go along with your thinking! Two hands full really!"

Then somehow I just had to ask.....

"Has he ever fucked you?" I said, feeling my cock flicker back into life and John nodded.

"Twice," he said, "I was pissed otherwise I'm not sure I could have taken him. Stretched me like anything – couldn't shit straight for a week!"

I laughed like a drain – but inside me something was asking me if I wouldn't actually like to feel something like that being shoved up inside me....and I looked down at John's erection.

'It's not all that big, is it?' I thought as I let out a long breath, 'No bigger than a good sized shit, I reckon.'

John must have thought that I was thinking of Pete's cock inside me and he put his hand on my arm.

"Don't even think about it!" he said, "You're not up to getting Pete's cock up you yet – you need some training first."

My head span round from the screen to look at John beside me.

"You what!" I exclaimed, horrified, "No way! Pete could do some damage with that! You're more...I mean....! Oh ooops!"

"I'm more your size? Is that what you were trying to say?" said John and I found myself nodding.

I was saying all the wrong sort of things and making all the wrong replies today – what the hell was wrong with me?

"Do you want to try it? I'll be gentle," asked John, putting his fist round his erection and sliding it up and down.

Once again, part of me wanted to say 'yes' but lots of me wanted to say 'no'.

"Think about it," said John, "Think how easily you got your cock inside me. Think how smoothly you slid inside – and I can tell you, I loved it – I reckon you will too. I've got plenty of lubricant around."

I just couldn't bring myself to answer him so I just shook my head, although my cock obviously thought it was a great idea, as he stood up and nodded at me and I tried to will him to go down again.

John interrupted my indecisive moment.....and took some pressure off my mind.

"Tell you what – let's forget that idea. Come and have a shower – let's get cleaned up," he said, stripping off his t-shirt, "There's plenty of room – I had a posh new shower fitted a few months ago – come and try it."

"Yeah ok," I said, doing the same, because I'd shared many a shower with other men at the gym – this was known territory. And it sounded like a good idea too – I was covered in the stickiness and smell of man-cum and of hot sex.

John led me through the house and up the stairs, his seemingly hair-free bum moving tightly before me. He opened the door into what in my house was the bathroom and as we had similar style houses – just two of a row of a development – I knew what to expect.

But instead there was a completely tiled room; subdivided into what I think is known as a wet room and a dry room; perhaps half and half – with room for several people under the shower at once and even seats. The rest of the room was fitted out with all the usual bathroom furniture....

"Hey – that's smart!" I said, impressed, "Beats my bathroom hollow."

"Cost more than your bathroom though," said John as he began turning on lights and taps; pressing buttons and testing the temperature and soon the place was lit up like a spaceship and water was firing out from orifices from floor to ceiling.

"Fuckin' hell," I exclaimed, "Definitely must have cost more....."

"Come on then – the water's fine, as they say," said John and together we entered the shower room. Sensors somewhere realising we were there and the water pressure increased at once, jetting hard against my skin. For a little while we both just luxuriated in the pressurised jets almost tingling as the water hissed against our bodies. 

Eventually John turned the water down and from somewhere he produced a large sponge and some gel soap....

"I'll do you," he said, "Turn round."

Compliantly I turned away from him and soon I felt the sponge rubbing over my shoulders and up and down my back. I squirmed with enjoyment – John had a nice touch – firm but not vicious and pleasurable, that was for sure.

His movements worked their way down my back and onto my buttocks. I felt his hand push the soapy sponge between my cheeks and I just naturally relaxed, allowing him to slide his hand down and then underneath me, finally reaching my balls. My cock, flaccid for once, immediately rose once more, obviously enjoying all the attention his root was getting.

I felt John's fingers rubbing up and down my arse crack and it was that relaxing that I simply opened up to him with his slippery fingers and soft sponge.

'I could get to like this!' I thought, closing my eyes better to enjoy the feelings.

And then John centred his touch around my arsehole – his fingers sliding around my hole, rubbing over the crinkled flesh and then pushing into my hole itself.

Believe it or not, it was so enjoyable that I actually pushed my arse out towards John and I felt what had to be a finger slide inside my anus, just for a moment.

John looked at me to see my reaction but I still had my eyes shut, blissfully enjoying the feeling.

"Is that good?" he asked and I hummed my approval, "I'm just making sure you're clean."

"Yeah – go ahead!" I said innocently, "It's nice. Feels different...."

A moment later John's finger slid further inside me – it felt as if he was in up to his knuckle and far from finding it to be nasty, I was loving every moment. My cock was jerking as he probed around inside, leaking precum from time to time as John slid his finger over what I knew to be my prostate.

"Ooooh my God," I groaned, "What are you doing to me?"

"Just cleaning you," John said once more, "hang on...."

I felt my arsehole being stretched and I drew in a sharp breath as a spasm of pain erupted – but it was soon gone.

"Still ok?" asked John, his other hand now reaching round me to grasp my stiff penis. His soapy hand slid easily up and down my shaft while his other hand worked away at my arse.

"I've got two fingers up you now – do you like it?" he asked.

"Oooohhh – yessss, its nice – I'm ok," I groaned, "You're going to make me cum!"

"Let's have your hand," said John and I held it out for him to grasp. He pulled me a bit and suddenly his penis was in my grasp and I was so turned on that I just had to wank him as he wanked me.

"Oh God – I like it," I moaned, my arse wriggling around on his fingers, "Oh God – I'm getting close John, getting close."

"Ooooh," I groaned, sucking air in through tight lips, "Keep going – gonna cum – gonna cum!"

I felt John's fingers rubbing against my prostate inside me while his hand worked rapidly up and down my shaft – and I was there!

"Oh yesssss – here it comes – cummmming!" I cried, feeling my arse clenching tight around his fingers and my penis jerking hard.

A big thick jet of white cum shot from me, splashing against the shower room wall; another one followed and a third before I was left with mere dribbles that slid over John's soapy hand.

Slowly and gently he eased his fingers from my hole and I felt myself pulling my hole closed again – there was a strange feeling of loss somehow.

I was still holding his erection in my hand but I'd forgotten to wank him and now I let go.

I looked into John's eyes.

"I ought to be fucking mad at you," I said, "But I can't because I actually enjoyed that. I know you're trying to turn me gay but I'll let you off for now – you and your fingers! Anyway, who said you could stick your fingers up there?"

"Told you, I was cleaning you," said John, "I like a man to be nice and clean."

"Well, I'm bloody well clean now or at least my arse is but I haven't done the rest of me – or you, so let's finish our shower," I said, "You finish off soaping me and then I'll do you."

John powered up the water for a while and then set to work with his sponge, cleaning me from head to toe. I'd shared an intimate shower with a girl before but never with a man and it was quite an experience. Somehow John knew just how to apply pressure; how to smooth the sponge, or his bare hands across my body; how to make me feel good. I was positively purring by the time he'd soaped me all over.




What a Difference a Year Makes



Andrew was nearing the end of his fifteen hour drive from Gainesville to Dallas and knew he should be feeling exhausted, but his excitement and anticipation at seeing Chris again after their year apart was keeping him wide awake. After all, he thought, Chris was his best friend...well, more than that... his non-sexual life partner. Wait that sounded too depressing. He thought harder: non-romantic soulmate? Whatever they were to each other, he had missed Chris more than he had ever missed another living human, and Andrew couldn't wait to see him again. 

He had originally meant to stop and spend the night at a cheap motel in route, but he was too eager to get to Dallas and to Chris. In fact, he had promised the night in the motel as the only way to get his mother to quit protesting about his leaving at 3:00 p.m. directly after his last shift at work instead of waiting for the next morning. After all, he argued, everything but the work clothes he had on had been packed, much of it at least a week ago.

"Fine," she said, resigned but smiling. "I guess you are an adult...:"

"Damn right," Andrew interrupted her with a grin. "And don't you forget it."

Ignoring his outburst, and as a mother of five, Rachel Conners had plenty of practice at ignoring her children's interruptions, she continued, "...besides you're so worked up about going and seeing Chris again that you wouldn't get a lick of sleep if you stayed here anyway." 

She reached over and briefly touched her oldest son's cheek, her smile widening. "Sometimes I swear you act like you're 13 instead of 23." 

Andrew, had pulled her into a quick hug, kissing her cheek her cheek before running upstairs to grab a shower. "Of course, I'm excited," he thought, pulling off his sweat and dirt stained work clothes before jumping in the shower, "my life is finally ready to start."

*******

Andrew and Chris had met a couple of years earlier during the last half of their junior year at the university they both attended in a small town in north Louisiana. It was a blind date; their mutual friends had insisted separately to both that they were perfect for each and had so much in common. Considering the size of the university (10,000 students) and the correspondingly small number of out gay students, it was surprising that they hadn't met before. Finally succumbing to unrelenting pressure, Andrew had called Chris and discovered during an initial phone conversation that lasted for hours that they did share many common interests. In fact after talking to him, Andrew had been really excited to meet Chris. 

Waiting at the door to Chris's dorm room, Andrew was nervous. He had no idea what Chris looked like. For some reason, that he could never really remember later, they had agreed that it would be much more exciting and romantic to meet for the first time without exchanging pictures. Besides, both had been assured that the other was cute and "just your type." Sadly though, Andrew had to admit disappointment when Chris opened the door after a nervous knock. Not that Chris wasn't cute...he was. He was clean shaven and with a smooth body, judging by his arms and the glimpse of hairless chest above the low v-neck of his t-shirt, lightly tanned, with blond hair and blue eyes. It's that Andrew's friends had been wrong, Chris just wasn't Andrew's type. Internally, Andrew acknowledged that this was kind of ironic, considering the fact that Chris looked an awful lot like Andrew himself, who was also blond and blue eyed. To be fair, Andrew's blond hair came from a bottle (he later found out Chris's did as well) and his blue eyes were the result of tinted contacts unlike Chris. They were about the same height, 5'10", and both of average build, though Chris was thinner. They also apparently shared the same taste in clothes, since both Andrew and Chris were wearing basically identical outfits: blue v-necked t-shirts, black jeans, and black Converse tennis shoes.

Before Andrew could say anything, Chris uttered an expletive.

"Shit," he said looking at Andrew's outfit, then looking down at his. "I guess I need to change."

"Forget it," Andrew said, grinning as he realized the potential fun in the situation. "Keep it on. We'll pretend we're brothers and freak people out."

"Sounds like a plan," Chris agreed, stepping forward and closing his door behind him. He grabbed Andrew's hand and pulled him toward the exit. " Let's go."

To keep things low key for their first date, they had decided to meet up with friends at one of the gay bars in Shreveport, about an hour's drive away. The ride over wasn't awkward as Andrew had feared. He had been a little nervous about such a long drive with a stranger, but the two boys had so much fun joking and laughing on the trip, that Andrew was actually surprised when they arrived at the outskirts of the city. He couldn't remember the last time an hour had passed so quickly. After arriving at the club, they quickly spot their group of friends and settled into a night of fun and dancing, punctuated with various members of their group pulling the two of them aside privately to quiz them on what they thought of each.

"Well," said Susan, the one who had pressed Andrew most heavily to contact Chris. "What do you think?"

"He seems really nice, and he's a lot of fun to be around."

"And..." she said expectantly, raising her eyebrows.

"What else do you want me to say."

"Don't you think Chris is cute?"

"Sure," Andrew shrugged. "I guess."

Susan seemed a little disappointed at his answers, but quit the interrogation with one last comment. "He really is a great guy."

Andrew flashed her a smile, "That I can tell," he said and turned to rejoin Chris and the others.

Andrew hadn't really thought that people would think they were related, much less brothers. Honestly, he had said it to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation, as he didn't care to sit around wasting time in a strange dorm room while Chris put together a new outfit. After all, their resemblance was pretty superficial: the same coloring and similar outfits. However, after only 30 minutes or so of being inside the bar, an older guy, swaying slightly approached them.

"Are y'all twins?" he said, slurring ever so slightly.

Before Chris could speak, Andrew answered "Of course we are. Do you think he's hot?" He gestured to Chris.

"Yes, he's very cute," the guy said.

"I think he's really hot," said Andrew, turning to Chris and grabbing his face in his hands. Andrew kissed him deeply.

"Y'all are just nasty," the older guy said with a look of horror as he backed away quickly. 

Andrew pulled away from Chris who looked at his date with a shocked expression before they both burst into laughter. They pulled the gag a couple of more times before their friends begged them to stop.

All in all, Andrew had a great time, and for most of the drive back, the conversation continued to flow easily, but as they neared the university the talking gradually stopped, and he began to get anxious. Andrew kept glancing over at Chris, who was driving, wondering what he was thinking. Chris was so nice, and as the night had gone on, Andrew had also noticed that he was very attractive and had a great ass, not to mention being a great kisser, even if the kisses weren't for real. But, and didn't there always seems to be a "but", Andrew didn't really feel "that" way about him; however, he didn't want to hurt Chris's feelings if the other boy felt differently. By the time they pulled into the parking lot of Andrew's dorm, he was a nervous wreck. What would he do if Chris tried to kiss him for real? He didn't want to lead Chris on or hurt him, and he definitely wanted to be friends. " Why must dating be so complicated?", Andrew thought as the car pulled to a stop.

Chris, a complete gentleman, got out, and walked around to open Andrew's door before he had a chance to do it himself.. "I'll walk you to your door," he said. 

"Thanks," said Andrew. It was late, almost 4 am, so the parking lot was deserted. Once they got to the door, they stood there for a moment, looking at each other without speaking.

"I had a great time," Chris finally broke the silence.

"Me, too." Again, they stood looking earnestly at each other without speaking. Finally Andrew broke. "Look, you're a great guy, but...you're not my type."

Almost immediately, Chris responded, "You're not my type, either."

Startled by their mutual outbursts, they stared at each other with open mouths before bursting into laughter. "We are going to disappoint so many people," Andrew said when he finally stopped laughing.

"I know Susan has started planning the wedding."

"Friends?," Andrew asked, sticking out his hand.

"Forever," Chris replied, ignoring the outstretched hand and pulling Andrew into a great bear hug.

Susan was greatly disappointed that her matchmaking didn't work. However, she was glad that she had a hand in Andrew and Chris becoming good friends; by the end of the quarter, the boys were practically inseparable. They enjoyed each other's company so much that they decided to live together off campus their senior year.

Living together was fun for both of them. They found an apartment in a crumbling duplex built around 1910. It was huge and had 10 foot ceilings, a window seat in the master bedroom, rotting floors and horrible drafts. Since it was in such bad condition, their landlady gave them carte blanche when it came to decorating, and they spent hours choosing paint colors and thrift store furniture to create their perfect bohemian hellhole. Their parties became legendary among their friends, but the best times they had there were the times it was just the two of them.

Neither dated much their senior year. As they lamented, there wasn't exactly a huge dating pool at the school, especially if you had no interest in helping closeted frat boys get off or in hooking up for a quick Grindr fuck, so they usually spent their free nights together, splitting a bottle of cheap wine and talking about their plans for after college, including the husbands they hoped to find. Besides, Andrew thought often, no lame date was as much fun as sitting around with Chris and conducting their own gay version of Mystery Science Theater 3000, mocking bad movies. One of their favorites to mock was Love Story, especially the line, "Love means never having to say you're sorry."

"Really," Andrew snorted in disgust, before pausing to pour another glass of Rex Goliath wine for each of them. "Because I have to say, even with my somewhat limited relationship experience, love means having to say you're sorry all the fucking time."

"Amen, preacher man," Chris, huddled up on the sofa next to him, clinked his glass with Andrew's.

That night was the first they slept together; that unusually cold winter they learned that the downside to their apartment's bohemian charms was drafty windows and lackluster heating. In fact, during this, the first major cold snap of the year, the gas heaters refused to work. They had stayed huddled together under layers of blankets on the sofa and drinking cheap red wine to stay warm as long as they could before they finally decided to go to sleep.

At the top of the stairs, they hugged goodnight and parted. Chris, who had the larger bedroom, was shivering under his covers cursing the fact that he had ever seen the ad for this apartment when he heard the knock on the door.

"Yes," he said.

"Are you decent? Can I come in?"

" Of course, I'm decent. If I tried to pull my dick out in this weather, I'm afraid it would freeze off."

Andrew giggled at Chris's response as he opened the door and came in, dragging his comforter behind him. "Look, I figured, let's pool our resources. I figure two comforters and some body warmth is better than going solo."

"That's a great idea," Chris said, adjusting the covers so Andrew could crawl in bed with him."

Andrew threw his comforter over Chris's and crawled in beside him. Naturally and automatically, Chris pulled Andrew to him, groaning as he finally felt warmth returning to his body.

"Goodnight," they both whispered as they fell asleep. During the rest of the cold snap until the heaters could be fixed, they snuggled together at night. Afterwards, they returned to sleeping in their own rooms, but whenever one of them had a particularly shitty day or just needed comforting, he would drag his comforter to the other's bed, like a kid after a nightmare.

During the nine months they lived together, Andrew came to appreciate what a great guy Chris was more and more. He was just genuinely nice, sweet, generous. For example, since he had claimed the bigger bedroom which was significantly larger than the one Andrew had, he insisted on paying ⅔ of the rent instead of half. After a long argument, one of the few they ever had, Andrew gave in. He knew, however, that Chris was paying more rent not because he thought it was fair; it was because he knew that Andrew was on a tight budget. Andrew's father was an accountant and made decent money, but with 5 children, including an "oops" toddler that had been conceived during Andrew's senior year in high school, money in the Conner household was tight. Andrew had earned an excellent scholarship that covered most of his school expenses, and his parents sent what extra they could, but he paid for most of his living expenses by working at a coffee shop. Chris, on the other hand, came from a well to do family, and had a generous monthly allowance-hence his insisting on paying a larger share of rent to ease Andrew's burden. Chris also helped in other ways; even though he rarely ate anything but salads, smoothies, and Lean Cuisine in an unrelenting effort to keep off the 40 pounds he had lost since graduating from high school, every time he went grocery shopping, he came back loaded down with Andrew's favorite foods-snacks that Chris refused to touch and that Andrew couldn't really afford to indulge in often. In addition, he did most of their housework without complaining, including the laundry, since Andrew had such little free time between school and work.

Andrew had to admit that it was so nice to walk into their apartment after a long shift and find dinner in the oven (even if it was a frozen low-fat lasagna), a clean house, and fresh laundry folded on your bed. On one such evening, he walked in to find the scent of frozen pizza in the air and Chris curled up on the sofa drinking red wine from a box. After a quick shower, Andrew walked back into the living room.

"Thanks for doing the laundry, Chris. I know you don't have to do that, and I really appreciate it. I guess 'love means washing the skid marks out of someone else's underpants.'"

"That is so disgusting. And I can assure you that if I ever discover skid marks on your underpants, the laundry service is ending. Besides, " Chris said as he got up and went to the kitchen, returning with another glass. "Love really means giving your roommate the last glass of boxed wine."

Eventually though, graduation and the end of living together neared. Andrew had definite plans for after graduating with his degree in Landscape Architecture; he was moving to Dallas to work for his uncle who owned a large nursery and landscaping business. In fact, his Uncle Bob designed the landscaping and maintained the plants for some of the most impressive hotels and corporate complexes in the Dallas area. It was vacations spent with his Uncle Bob at his house with its beautiful gardens that had instilled a love of plants and gardening in Andrew. Chris's future was much more uncertain; he was receiving a business degree, but had no definite plans for it. All he really knew, is that he didn't want to return home to Baton Rouge after graduating. He wanted to live someplace different.

One night, toward the end of their last quarter, the two roommates were sitting side by side on the sofa, drinking Maker's Mark, and reminiscing about their time together. 

"I'm going to miss you, Scarecrow, most of all," Andrew said, looking at his friend.

"Asshole," Chris replied, shooting him the bird.

"Seriously, " Andrew said, snuggling closer to his friend, and laying his head on Chris's shoulder. "I'm really going to miss living with you." Chris maneuvered his arm from between them and put it around Andrew's shoulder, pulling him closer to him.

"What if we could keep on living together? Would you like that?

Andrew pulled away, put his drink on the cocktail table, and turned to look at Chris. "What do you mean? How?"

"Well," Chris said, looking uncertainly at Andrew. "My mother and I convinced my father to bankroll me for six months while I look for a job. And I thought...why not in Dallas? The job market is decent there, plus if I had you for a roomie, it would cost less. What do you think?"

" What do I think?" Andrew said jumping up, pulling Chris with him and crushing him in a hug. "I think that's the best idea I ever heard."

After that, the rest of the quarter flew by. They started looking for apartments online, and Andrew started hounding Chris about sending out resumes. They also started packing up what few items they were taking from the apartment. Most of it was thrift store furniture and hand me downs they planned on leaving behind for their friends who were taking over the apartment. Andrew and Chris were both so excited about moving to a big city and starting their lives together, but, in the end, their plans were derailed.

Andrew's bad news came just a week before graduation. He came home to find Chris on the sofa, looking sad and frightened. On the table before him was a bottle of bourbon and two partially filled glasses. Andrew swallowed; Chris was drinking straight bourbon, this was not going to be good. Looking up as he heard Andrew enter, Chris gestured for him to sit down and handed him a glass. "You might want to take a sip," he said.

Scared, Andrew did just that, then said, "What happened?"

"Your dad called. Your mother's been in a car accident. Wait," Chris said as Andrew jumped up, ashen faced. "She's alive and stable. She's going to make it." 

Andrew sat down and mechanically took another sip of bourbon. "But," he said. "There's a 'but', isn't there?"

Chris swallowed, and gulped the last of his bourbon. "Yes. She's definitely going to make it, but she's very badly injured. They're not sure if she's going to be able to walk again."

Andrew dropped his glass as he threw himself into Chris's arms, sobbing. He loved his mother dearly, and the thought of that active, vibrant women in a wheelchair tore at his heart like nothing had ever before. Chris held his crying friend with one arm, soothing his hair with his other hand. After calming down, Andrew called his father for more news. His first instinct had been to rush home, but his father insisted he stay to finish his finals.

"There's nothing you can do here, right now," Mr. Conner said. "She's going to be in intensive care for weeks. You need to finish your finals, earn your diploma. Then come home. That's what she wants, I can assure you."

Andrew protested, but his father finally prevailed. Without Chris though, Andrew didn't think he would have managed that final week of school without going insane. As Andrew went mechanically through the motions of studying for finals and finishing project, Chris hovered over him like a mother hen. He forced Andrew to eat, to shower, to study. He even packed Andrew's car for him so that Andrew could leave the instant his last test was over.

"I'm so sorry that I won't be moving to Dallas with you, but I think my family is going to need me for a while," Andrew said during his last conversation with Chris before leaving for home.

"Don't worry about that, " Chris said. "Once you're mom is fine, we can start our plan over. Look at it this way...when you finally get there, I'll have a head start. I'll have the town all figured out, and I promise I'll even start scouting for a decent husband for you...after I find my own, of course."




What a Difference a Year Makes



Andrew grinned, but suddenly turned serious. "I'll never forget what you've done for me, especially this week." Tears streaming down his face, he pulled Chris close into a deep hug. "I love you."

"That's all right. Love means letting your best friend get tears stains all over your silk t-shirt," Chris said to lighten the mood. It worked. Andrew pulled back, wiping the tears from his eyes and laughed. He pulled Chris back into a quick hug. 

"I'll miss you," Andrew said. 

"Me, too."

That drive back to Florida, was the longest Andrew had ever experienced. Each mile seemed to take hours to cross, and as he finally crept closer and closer to home, the anxiety over his mother worsened. He had, by this point, spoken to her a few times on the phone, but she was heavily medicated and very weak. His father had assured Andrew that she was improving and that the doctors were already starting to revise their initial negative diagnosis; they now thought that she would regain at least some use of her legs. However, Andrew could sense the stress and fear in his father's voice. After what seemed like days instead of the 12 hours it actually was, Andrew pulled up to the hospital. He had gone straight there instead of dropping his stuff of at home first.

Without too much trouble, he made it to the intensive care waiting room where he saw most of his family: his dad, brother Brandon, 15, and Carla and Charlotte, the 13 year old twins. Only his baby brother Dale, who had just turned 4 was missing. He ran to his father, who drew him into a deep hug. After a moment, he pulled loose and hugged Brandon, who submitted for a brief moment, rolling his eyes. Then the twins pounced on their handsome big brother, smothering him in kisses in tears. 

After a moment, his father turned to Andrew, "Visiting hours for I.C.U. aren't for a bit yet. Let's go somewhere more private and talk." Turning to Brandon and the girls, he said, "We'll be back soon. Now stay here and behave." He directed Andrew out of the big waiting area to a small private seating area just down the hall.

"You'll need to prepare yourself, son," Ned Conner said, his eyes in pain. "You'll be shocked when you see her... she's pretty banged up, but the doctors are confident that she'll be pretty much okay eventually. But it's going to take a long time, and there will be a lot of rehabilitation and physical therapy."

"Will insurance pay for this?" 

"Some," Ned sighed. "But there will still be a lot that we have to pay. Our insurance people have been working with the insurance for the company the driver worked for, but even though it was the truck driver's fault, they are playing hardball and it may be a long time, if ever, they pay. Our insurer has suggested we get a lawyer. Shit," he said, dropping his head and putting his hand over his eyes. " I feel like such an asshole. Rachel's lying in intensive care, and I'm talking about bills and lawsuits."

"Dad," Andrew leaned forward, putting his hand on his father's knee. "You're not an asshole. You have every right to be concerned; you've got 4 kids to take care off, which I know wasn't easy even before this. But don't worry," he continued as his dad looked up with a faint smile, 

"I'm here. I called Uncle Bob on the way and told him I wouldn't be coming. He said he would have my job waiting whenever I'm ready. Dad," he said as Ned started to protest, "you can't handle 4 kids, work, medical bills, and taking care of mom alone. I'll worry about Dallas after Mom is better." 

In tears, Ned gathered his oldest son to him, whispering, "Thank you, son. Thank you."

Andrew was horrified when he finally saw his mom, looking tiny and shriveled in the hospital bed with tubes running everywhere. "Mom," he whispered, gathering her hand in his. Her eyes opened, and he released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. They were hazed with pain and meds, but he could see her essence was intact. "My baby boy," she said softly, stroking his hand. "My sweet baby boy."

Andrew quickly found a job on the landscaping crew at the university. It was brutal labor in the hot Florida sun, but its 6:00 a.m. start time meant he was free in time to pick up his brother and sisters after school, plus even though he was mainly grunt labor, he figured at least it was experience in his field. His days soon settled into a routine. Up by 4:30 so he could put together breakfast for the family, and pack their lunches, and off to work by 5:30. He biked to work unless it rained, hating to waste even a few precious dollars on gas, when a little manpower would get him there for free. Off at 2:30, picking up the kids a little after 3:00 in mom's SUV. Then a couple of hours of driving Brandon, Carla and Charlotte to their various extra-curricular activities. While he was out with the kids, dad would start dinner after picking up Dale at daycare. After eating, Dad would take over homework duty, while Andrew staggered downstairs to his basement bedroom, where he was usually out like a light by 9:30 at the latest. Saturday and Sunday allowed him a bit more sleep time, but both days were filled with chores, laundry, grocery shopping, soccer games, etc. 

But it was all worth it. Andrew had always appreciated what great parents he had, especially after hearing so many horrible coming out stories from friends. His parents had accepted his being gay with no condemnation, recriminations, or tears. They had both hugged Andrew and assured him that they loved him exactly as he was and always would. He hadn't been as appreciative of his younger siblings, though.

Andrew had been a "prom night baby," conceived when his mother was 17, his father 18. Both sets of parents had been set against their marrying, but Ned and Rachel had eloped the day she turned 18. Rachel had always wanted a large family, but they put off having more children until Ned had graduated with his accounting degree and started working a good job. Then had come Brandon and the twins. Dale had been a surprise, one that was gladly welcomed, ironically conceived on Andrew's prom night while the younger kids were visiting grandparents. After seven years as an only child, Andrew hadn't been pleased when he found out his mother was having another son. While he had come to grudgingly love his younger siblings, with his being so much older and having spent the last four years away in school, he didn't really know them. But now, after spending so much time with them, he was feeling close. But damn, he never realized having kids meant so much work, not to mention so much time in a car.

"Jesus, Mom," he said, sitting beside as she lay in bed after coming home from the hospital. "How did all this work not put you in the hospital long before this? There's two of us, Dad and me, and we can barely do what you did alone."

"Now you know," she said, her hazel eyes twinkling. "I planned this all just so I could lay around in bed all day." 

"You're a nut," he said, leaning over and kissing her forehead.

Rachel continued to improve, and within 6 months of leaving the hospital was up and about even though she was moving slowly and was depending on a walker. The family had ended up finding a lawyer who was confident that they would receive a decent settlement after discovering the driver who hit Rachel had been both under trained by the company he worked for and over-scheduled in terms of driving hours. However, the trucking company and their insurer had dug in their heels, and finalizing the settlement dragged on. Andrew never regretted his decision to move back and help out, but there were definitely times his spirits were low after a particularly grueling day or a seemingly endless afternoon spent driving around sullen teens, or his mother having on of her bad days. It was those times that Chris was his bright spot. They spoke daily on the phone, at least once in the morning and once at night, but they texted throughout the day, and Chris seemed to have an extra sense about when Andrew needed a lift. It seemed that anytime Andrew was feeling like he couldn't go on, his phone would ding and there would be a text from Chris. They were nothing special, maybe a "just thinking about you" or a link to one of those stupid cat videos Chris loved. Still, one of those texts would bring a smile to Andrew's face no matter how awful his day. He especially appreciated them considering that's Chris's own life hadn't gone as planned.

Soon after Andrew had settled into his new routine, he had learned that Chris's own plans for Dallas had been put on hold. It seems that his friend's father had been betrayed by his business partner who had taken most of the construction company's liquid assets and disappeared to avoid gambling debts. Chris's family was on the verge of bankruptcy and his father needed him to help in the business, so Chris had traded an apartment and job in Dallas for sleeping in his childhood bedroom and working twelve hour days on construction sites. In fact, this is how their daily morning calls started. Even though 4:30 a.m. was definitely earlier than even he liked, Andrew was definitely a morning person, and had spent most of their time living together waking Chris for his various classes. Hearing that his friend would need to be up by 5:30 to make it to the work site by 7:00, Andrew decided to be his personal wakeup call. 

At 5:29 a.m., the first time he dialed the familiar number. Andrew knew Chris well enough to know that if he needed to wake up at 5:30, his friend would actually set the alarm for 5:40, figuring 10 extra minutes wouldn't matter. 

"Hello?" a confused, sleep blurred voice finally answered after several rings.

"Good morning, sunshine," Andrew chirped.

"Andrew? What the...do you need something?"

"Nope. Just decided to call and make sure your lazy ass gets out of bed on time."

"Asshole," Chris said. Then, "Thanks. Well, if I have to get out of bed at this ungodly hour, at least talking to you makes it almost worth it. Almost."

They chatted briefly and hung up. After that, Andrew called Chris every work day morning to make sure he was up, even on Saturdays when Chris worked but he did not. And, Andrew admitted to himself, starting the day with a conversation with Chris definitely made the day better.

One day, about 10 months after the accident, Andrew walked into the kitchen to find his mother making dinner. At this point, she had graduated to using a cane and could stand unassisted for short periods. After so much inactivity, she had started to slowly resume as many of her old tasks as she could handle. Andrew walked behind her, giving her a hug, and peering over her shoulder to peek into the pot she was stirring.

"Oh my God, that smells. Amazing. I am so glad to have you back in the kitchen. Dad did he best, but..." here he paused and looked around to make sure Ned wasn't in earshot and continued in a whisper, "his cooking sucks so bad.:"

Rachel laughed and pushed him away. She turned and looked at him. "You must have been talking to Chris," she said.

"How did you know?" he said, surprised.

"I can always tell. Afterwards, you... I don't know...you get this glow." She turned back to the pot, stirring. "Are you sure you are just friends?"

"Mooooom"

Turning back to look at her blushing son, she said "i'm just saying. I mean I like to talk to my friends, but I don't glow afterwards." Noticing Andrew's eyeroll, she shrugged. "I just think what you have with Chris is special, and I don't want you to miss an opportunity. Now, would go get one of the other hellions to set the table? Dinner is in 15."

Later, as Andrew lay in his bed trying to sleep, he thought about his conversation with his mother. God, he was confused. Chris was just his friend, right? He wasn't really Andrew's type, but Andrew had to admit that after living with Chris he had started to notice things like how pink and full his lips were, and he had more than once had a twinge of regret that he had only kissed them as a joke. And who couldn't help but notice those big blue eyes. Andrew had also noticed the play of Chris's large calf muscles beneath the smooth tan skin, as well as the shifting of his very nice ass when Chris had dragged him on Saturday hikes. And nobody could hug or cuddle like Chris. Shit!! Andrew realized he had chubbed up thinking about Chris. His sleep was restless that night. 

About six weeks after the talk with his mother, Andrew came home to chaos. Brandon and the twins were literally running around in circles, whooping, and his eyes widened as he noticed his father stepping out of the kitchen with a bottle of Champagne.

"What happened?" he said with raised eyebrows.

"The lawyer just called. We've reached a settlement, and now we are going to celebrate," his dad said, opening the china cabinet and pulling out Rachel's good champagne flutes.

It was a reason to celebrate. While the settlement wasn't huge, it was, even after the lawyer's cut, large enough to settle the medical bills, as well as provide a cushion for the next year or so. After they had celebrated with the champagne and pizza (Rachel had very strict views on proper diet and nutrition, so pizza in the Conner household was a rare treat worthy of celebration itself), Ned and Rachel asked Andrew to come talk to them in their room. By this point, Rachel was walking unassisted, though slowly and with a slight limp. As they settled into the bedroom's small seating area, Andrew looked at them expectantly.

"Son," his dad began. "We can't begin to thank you enough for what you've done over the past year. We could never have made it through without you." At this point, his mother reached over and grabbed Andrew's hand. "But with Rachel's improvement, and this settlement, I think we're fine now."

"What are you getting at?" Andrew questioned.

"What we're saying, " his mother said, "Is that we are happy and proud that you put your life on hold to help the family out, but now it's time to move on with your own life. We want you to move to Dallas and work with Uncle Bob. We've already talked to him, and he's as excited to finally have you there as you are to go."

"But," stammered Andrew.

"No 'buts', young man, it's time for you to go. We'll be fine," Ned said. 

Tears welling in his eyes, Andrew hugged them both. When he pulled away, though, Rachel noticed a sad look on his face.

"What's wrong, baby," she said.

"I just realized that Chris won't be there." And suddenly, Dallas and his dream job didn't look like so much fun.

Later that night, Andrew sat on the patio drinking a beer and staring into space. After the bombshells of the night, including a call from his uncle who promised him help finding an apartment and an advance on his salary to get settled, he was in a weird state. He would definitely miss his family, but he was glad to be starting out on what he thought of as his real life, but it didn't seem right to embark on the next phase without Chris. As Andrew sipped the beer, he realized that somehow since living with Chris last year, all his future plans included his friend and roommate. He noticed his phone buzzing. It was Chris. Swallowing the last of the beer, Andrew answered.

"What's that racket?" Rachel asked Ned, startled by the loud yells coming from the back yard. They opened the sliding doors to find Andrew standing there, his chair and empty bottle knocked over in his excitement, a hug smile plastering his face.

"What's all the commotion, son?" Ned asked. 

"Chris called. The business is finally back on it's feet, and ..." Andrews paused for breath,, "He's planning to move to Dallas next month!" He grabbed them both, planting huge kisses on their cheeks, before running downstairs. Rachel watched him go with a knowing smile on her lips. 

The last few weeks in Gainesville had been busy for Andrew has he prepared for his move, but with his mother's return to health and the ending of the school year for Brandon and the twins, he had more free time to indulge in some long conversations with Chris. They mainly talked about their plans for the future, such as what apartment to rent-they eventually decided to stick with the complex they had picked out last year-but they talked about other things as well. Eventually, Chris told Andrew about his conversation with his dad about the move.

""You know my dad and I haven't really been that close, especially since I came out," Chris said.

"I know that's what you said."

"Well-I think he wanted a different kind of son, you know, athletic, outgoing, straight."

"Don't all fathers?"

"I guess. But anyway, this last year has been different. We had to spend a lot of time together at work, and we even started lifting weights together in the evening."

"Wait...you, Mr. Elliptical, Mr. Cardio are lifting weights?" Andrews said.

"Yes, smart ass, I have been lifting weights. To get back to my story, we've been getting along pretty well, so I was a little surprised the other day when he asked him to come into his study to talk. Let's just say, usually an invitation to talk with my dad in his study means he wants to lecture me on my failings without my mother hearing. Anyway, I'm racking my brains trying to think what I've screwed up lately. Then he must have notice I looked worried because he told to relax, that he had good news."

"What was it?" Andrew asked.

"If your impatient ass would quit interrupting, I could tell you. Well, the news was that he had gotten this major contract he had been hoping for. The deposit is huge and will put the business back on track. That's when he actually tells me how proud is of me for how hard I worked, and that he wants me to Dallas like I had planned, and that he will happily pay my rent for 6 months or until I get a job. Then, when I go to thank him, he tells me that it's not a gift, I earned it, and while he appreciates my thanks, it's unnecessary."

"Damn, it's like a Hallmark movie. Or a made for tv Lifetime movie."

"You are such an asshole," Chris laughed "But you're right. I'm cool with that as long as Ryan Phillippe plays me."

"Dude, he's like 40."

"But he's still hot. I see your point though. I'll settle for Zac Efron."

************

As finally hit the outskirts of Dallas, Andrew started feeling a bit anxious about seeing Chris. It was his mother's fault. After he had said his goodbye to the rest of the family, she asked to see him alone in the kitchen.

"Before you head, out I have a request for you," she said looking very serious.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Before I tell you that, I want to tell you about the day I eloped with your dad."

"Come on mom, we all know the story. Your parents didn't want you to get married, you were too young, etc., but you and dad snuck away and eloped on your 18th birthday and you lived happily ever after," Andrew said.

"True, but that's not the whole story. I've never even told your dad this part. I almost didn't meet him," she said.

"What?" Andrew exclaimed.

"Well, I was very young and very frightened, and my parents kept telling me that getting married so young was a mistake and that I would be ruining not only my life, but your fathers. After months of hearing that, I was starting to think they were right. So there I was sitting in the car and I had actually reached for the ignition to turn the engine off and go back in the house when our song came on the radio. It was the song that was playing at the prom when your dad told me that he loved me, and I realized he was the one for me. That's what gave me the courage to put the car in gear and go to Ned. I realized that I might be making a mistake and screwing up our lives but I would rather risk that than regret never having tried."

"That's so sweet," Andrew said, "But what's the request?"

"I try not to meddle too much in your life, especially your love life, but I think Chris means more to you than you let on, maybe even more than you know. My request is that if you think, even for a moment, that he is the one, I want you to promise me that you'll act on your feeling. Don't let fear stop you from trying." She stared at him, her hazel boring into his brown ones.




What a Difference a Year Makes



"I promise," he said softly.

Andrew shook his head to clear the memory. He wasn't sure what was happening to me lately, He and Chris were best friends, that was all, and that should be enough. Besides, he thought, Chris had told Andrew that he wasn't his type. Glancing in the rearview mirror, Andrew wondered if Chris would even recognize him. Long gone were the blue contacts. Waking up a 4:30, the last thing he had wanted to bother about was putting in tinted contacts. And then, irony of ironies, after years of wearing vanity contacts, he had discovered he needed glasses. His sisters, who at 13 had plenty of style had helped him pick the retro tortoiseshell frames, and he thought they were cool in a geek chic sort of way. The blond hair was also gone. He had neither the time or money to spend getting his hair cut, much less dyeing it. Just before he left home, he had the last of the blonde tips cut out when he had his first haircut in months. He had no intention of dying it again or replacing the blue contacts. He couldn't even remember why they had been important to him in the first place. He had also lost about 30 pounds (his Freshman fifteen, plus his sophomore five, his junior five and his senior five). Even before she resumed the cooking, his mother had insisted on her high nutritional standards for their meals, that, plus his daily bike rides to work had shed his weight quickly. And the labor required for his job, digging, hauling heavy bags of mulch and soil, had toned his muscles nicely. He hoped Chris approved of the new package. 

Andrew finally pulled into the apartment complex. He had no trouble finding it thanks to Chris's directions, and after punching in the code that Chris had also provided to the gate, he quickly found their building. He thought about calling Chris, but decided to surprise him. It was still early, about 8 am, and he knew that Chris, after a year of waking up at 5:30 would be sound asleep. Glancing at his paperwork to double check the apartment number, Andrew head to 238, the corner unit on the second floor. With a huge grin, he rang the bell a couple of times. His grin widened as he heard murmured cursing growing louder as the person inside came closer and closer to the door. His grin changed to a look of surprise when the door opened to reveal not the smooth blond he had been expecting but a cub. And not just any cub, the hottest fucking cub Andrew had ever seen. 

The cub had buzzed hair and a full beard, both a light, golden brown. He had obviously just been awakened, and his eyes were half closed so that Andrew couldn't make out the color, but Andrew was certainly able to clearly see the baby bear's wide shoulders, bulging biceps, and hairy chest since he was wearing a t-shirt that had been hacked into a tank. Realizing that he was staring and had made a mistake, Andrew said, "I'm so sorry, I must have the wrong apartment." Almost immediately after Andrew spoke, he noticed that the cub's t-shirt had their college logo on it. Then the hot bearded guy finally opened his eyes wide enough for Andrew to see their color. Blue, startling blue. Just like..."Chris?" Andrew asked uncertainly.

Hearing that familiar voice, Chris managed to focus his vision. Even without the blond hair and contacts, Chris immediately recognized his best friend. "Andrew," he yelled pulling the other man into a massive bear hug.

Andrew was reeling as Chris led him excitedly through the apartment showing off it's amenities like the stainless appliances, granite counter, and corner fireplace. He tried to make appropriate responses, but he was staggered by the changes in Chris. Sure, Andrew had changed a bit, but he guessed he figured that Chris would somehow be the same. And that hug, Jesus. Chris had hugged him before, often, since Chris was such an affectionate guy, but before Andrew wasn't crushed to a granite chest by massive arms...Chris's tank was cut so low that Andrew could even feel Chris's chest hair through his own thin t-shirt. And Andrew couldn't believe he had forgotten how good Chris smelled. "Holy Shit," Andrew thought. "Oh my god, I'm getting hard...dead puppies," he thought frantically trying to to distract himself. "Dead puppies and sick kittens and Kermit ass fucking Miss Piggy...Oh god, now I'm thinking about Muppet sex...my best friend is giving me a hard on and I'm thinking about Muppet sex..." Andrews pulled away from the hug. 

"Andrew?" Chris asked. " Are you okay? You seem out of it?"

"Sure. Just tired."

"Of course. I got you an air mattress and a dresser from Ikea for your room just so you can get by for the next week or so til you get some things, but why don't you nap in my room? I brought my bed from home."

"Don't you want to go back to sleep? I mean I did wake you up," Andrew said.

"No. Since I'm up, I'll go workout. The complex has a pretty cool gym."

Andrew swallowed hard and tried to speak evenly, "I can certainly tell you have been lifting weights."

"Really?" Chris blushed. He had always been self conscious about his appearance. "I got so fat living with mom-you know here, it was all pancakes and waffles and lasagna and Italian subs, so I started lifting with Dad in self defense. I can't seem to get rid of this belly, though." He frowned as he petted his firm, but definitely rounded stomach. 

Andrew swallowed hard. "I wouldn't worry about that. You look great. I think I'm ready for that nap now."

"Sure, let me just grab my gear. I'll changed in the bathroom." Chris led the way down the short hall and opened the door on the right. "I brought my bedroom furniture from home," he said. Chris's mother had been a decorator, so his furniture was very stylish. Dark wood, clean lines masculine. The bed was a platform one with a high padded headboard, it was piled high with a crisp white sheets, a down comforter and lots of pillows. To the exhausted and confused Andrew, it looked like a bit of Heaven. He wearily kicked his shoes off and crawled in the bed, He almost immediately felt better until he made this mistake of looking at Chris who was bent over an open suitcase pulling out workout clothes. The thin, worn, plaid flannel of his pajama pants was clinging to an ass that looked even better than Andrew remembered. He swallowed hard again. Finally, Chris stood up clutching his clothes and shoes in one hand. 

"Keys," he said to Andrew, holding out a hand. Andrew dug them out of his jeans and handed them to Chris with a questioning look. 

"Same car?" Chris asked.

"Yes. Why?" Andrew asked.

"I figured I'd bring your stuff up before I head to the gym"

"I can't let you unpack me while I nap."

"I don't mind. I'll just consider it my warm up. Besides, I don't want to waste my time with you doing shit like unpacking your car. I'd rather have it done so that after your nap we can have fun."

"Okay," Andrew said, laying back down on the pillows. Chris set his stuff down on nightstand, and leaned over, pulling up the comforter and tucking Andrew in. 

"Sweet dreams," Chris said kissing him on the forehead. Andrew was asleep as soon as his eyes closed. 

After about 4 hours, Andrew woke up refreshed. Checking his phone, he was happy to see it was only noon. He really did want to spend the day with Chris. And now that Andrew had a bit of rest, he realized he had just been startled by the changes in Chris's appearance. It was still Chris inside that bear suit, he kept telling himself. Everything was still the same. He was not lusting after his best friend. No sir. From now on, Andrew would just think of Chris as that: his best friend. 

It was an easy resolution to keep. Andrew was able to keep it for the entire 30 minutes it took to eat a quick sandwich (Chris had thoughtfully bought some basic provisions) and decide to spend the afternoon at the complex's pool. It may have lasted longer if Andrew hadn't been following Chris like he used to on their Saturday hikes. It would definitely have lasted longer if Andrew hadn't looked down at Chris's legs as he led the way to the pool. Chris's legs had always been muscular, but now the even larger muscles were covered with a layer of golden brown hair, and his ass was even more delectable with the added weight. " Damn, I bet that tastes incredible," Andrew found himself thinking as he watched his roommate's butt twitch beneath his swimsuit. Andrew groaned before he could stop himself.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked concerned, stopping and turning to look at his friend.

"I...I stumped my toe," Andrew managed to spit out. "Damn flip flops."

"Are you okay?" Chris repeated. "Do we need to go back?"

"I'm good," Andrew assured his friend,.

It was even worse at the pool. When Chris pulled off his shirt to reveal his muscular torso, all covered in a glorious pelt of fur, Andrew had to put forth conscious effort not to whimper. He couldn't quit peeking glances, and during one of them Chris caught his eye.

"I didn't realize you were that hairy," Andrew said. "I mean, when we lived together you shaved, but I didn't realize how much you were taking off."

"Actually, me neither," Chris laughed. "I've been shaving my body since I was 18, and I wasn't this hairy when I started. I was surprised when it started growing back."

"Why did you quit shaving?"

"Honestly? Laziness. Doing a full shave takes forever, I wasn't going to trade an extra second of sleep just to be smooth. But now that I don't have to get up so early, do you think I should shave again?"

"NO!" Andrew yelled. Chris looked a bit startled by his vehemence. "No," Andrew said more quietly this time. I think it looks good. Plus I think I read in Details magazine that the natural look is in. I like the beard, too."

"Thanks," Chris smiled. "I always did think you had good taste, except of course that time you told me I wasn't your type." He laughed.

Andrew flushed under his tan. "We all have lapses in taste now and then. Why did you buzz your hair? I like it but, I've never known you to have it that short."

"I did it to get the guys at the construction sites to stop calling me Blondie. Didn't work though," he added in a morose voice as Andrew laughed.

After a few hours at the pool, the two friends decided to go grocery shopping. Chris had bought the necessities, but they wanted to really stock the fridge and pantry. Even the trip to the store was fun, though they found it amusing that now Andrew wanted to buy more produce while Chris kept sneaking snacks into the cart. Chris looked especially guilty when Andrew glanced over and caught him sneaking a pint of Ben and Jerry's into the cart. Andrew didn't say anything, but smiled and thought "He doesn't need to sneak around. If Ben and Jerry's is what makes my baby happy, then he can have all the Ben and Jerry's he wants. Oh shit. Did I just think of Chris as "my baby"...oh god...oh god...dead puppies...dead puppies..."

After making it back and putting the groceries away, they decided they were too tired for cooking and ordered pizza. Chris's mother had donated, in addition to his bedroom furniture, a leather sofa from the family room and a few side tables, but they didn't have a dining table. Chris suggested the eat in his room, which also had the only t.v. Sitting on the the bed with Chris eating pizza, drinking wine, and watching (and mocking) Valley of the Dolls, Andrew finally felt relaxed, finally felt like old times. But not too long after finishing the pizza, he started nodding off. 

"I guess I should go to bed," Andrew said. When he went to brush his teeth, Chris gathered up the pizza box and glasses and took them to the kitchen. As Andrew was making up the air mattress in his room. He heard and knock.

"Come in," Andrew said.

"Listen, I know that air mattress isn't awful, but why not sleep with me. It's a queen so there's plenty of room. And," he added, blushing, "I haven't cuddled with anyone since we graduated."

"This is a truly horrible idea," Andrew thought to himself. "Getting into bed with him is going to lead to nothing but trouble." He opened his mouth to say "No." Instead, he said to Chris, "Thanks, that sounds great."

Andrew had slept with Chris many times and had never had an erection. Well, most times. Okay, usually he got one, but they went aways quickly. This time, however, he popped a boner the minute Chris wrapped Andrew in his big arms. And it wasn't just an erection, he was so hard it hurt. It was weird. It felt so familiar, yet so different with Chris's beard tickling the back of Andrew's neck. And all the dead puppets and horny muppets in the world couldn't keep Andrew from burrowing himself further in the warm body behind him. Suddenly Andrew heard Chris gasp and then felt his friend tense behind him. Was that? Yes, Chris was hard,too. Andrew pulled out of Chris's embrace and rolled over on his side to face his baby. They hadn't closed the blinds fully, and enough light from the street lamps shone through to illuminate Chris's face. He looked uncertain and little frightened. Andrew reached out and stroked his cheek.

"Do you remember when I said you weren't my type?" Andrew said softly.

"Yes," Chris answered, looking embarrassed.

"Did I ever tell you my type?"

"No, I don't think so."

"I like bears. I like my guys big and hairy and bearded and..."

Before Andrew could continue, Chris had pounced on him, crushing the slimmer man into an embrace and kissing him hungrily. This was no joke kiss. There was passion behind it, want behind it, need behind it. Andrew moaned into the kiss as he felt Chris rubbing himself against Andrew's achingly hard cock. Even through the two layers of sleep pants that separated them, Andrew could feel the heat. It had been so long since Andrew had felt that sweet release, that only after a short time of thrusting himself into Chris, he felt himself coming, shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He felt the heavy weight of Chris pressing on him as the cub came down from his own high. Chris rolled on to his side, keeping Andrew clutched to him. Andrew tried to move, to go get a rag to clean them, but Chris refused to budge. "No," Chris said as Andrew tried again. "I'm not letting you go." 

"Oh well," thought Andrews as he willingly surrendered to Chris and snuggled even closer to his baby bear, "a little bit of spunk never hurt anybody."

The next morning, Andrew was alone in bed when woke up. He was disappointed to not have Chris's arms around him, and in the light of day was second guessing what had happened. Before he could freak himself out too much about Chris's absence, he heard noises from the kitchen and realized his friend was in the apartment and hadn't left him really alone. Andrew quickly showered, grinning down at the remnants of last night's passion on his lean stomach, and was dressed in the kitchen within a few minutes.

At the entrance to the kitchen he paused, partly to admire Chris's broad back in another hacked up t-shirt, but also because he was scared of what he might read on Chris's face when he turned around.

"Hi," Andrew said, nervously.

"Hey," Chris said turning around, a bowl in his hands. "How do pancakes sound for breakfast?"

"Fantastic," Andrew said stepping into the kitchen. "I think I'm really going to like living with the new you that eats carbs." They were talking like nothing had happened last night, which both relieved and terrified Andrew. He had thought the world had shifted. Had he been wrong. He looked down and instinctively took a step back, Somehow, Chris sensed Andrew's turmoil and stepped forward, putting a hand on under the other man's chin and raising it.

"I need to tell you something." Andrew tensed, and tried to step back, but Chris didn't let go. "Wait. listen to me. I lied to you."

"When," Andrew asked.

"When I said you weren't my type. You have always been my type, no matter what color your hair is, or how much you weigh, or whatever color your eyes are, though I never understood why you would cover up your beautiful brown eyes."

Andrew stared at the man in front of him. "You like my eyes?"

"I think they are the most beautiful eyes I have ever see."

Chris leaned forward and kissed Andrew. This morning, the kiss was sweet and pure and full of love. But soon their kissing changed, and their arms were tight around the other. Pressed against each other, it was soon evident that both were aroused. Chris broke the embrace, moaned, and pulled Andrew out of the kitchen and toward his bedroom.

"What about my pancakes," Andrew laughed, pulling his arm out of Chris's hands.

"Fuck the pancakes!" 

"Wouldn't you rather fuck me?" Andrew said. Chris looked at him with widened eyes, moaned deep in his throat, and pounced on Andrew. He picked up the thinner man and carried him into the bedroom and tossed him on the bed. Ripping off his own shirt, Chris leapt on the bed, his thick thighs straddling Andrew. Chris then reached down at his prone lover and grasped the collar of his t-shirt; Chris then ripped the shirt open. He buried his face in Andrew's smooth sun browned chest and kissed it. He kissed a fiery trail to Andrew's nipple, and took it into his mouth. Andrew bucked and squirmed beneath Chris as he felt the cub suckle and lightly bite his nipples. Andrew was harder than he had ever been in his life.

Chris, pulled back and looked at the brown haired boy beneath him. "Were you serious?" he asked huskily. "Will you let me fuck you?"

"Oh God, yes," Andrew said. "Do you have supplies?"

"Oh shit," Chris said, "I have lube, but no condoms."

"Do we need them. I mean, I was tested senior year a couple of times, but I haven't been with anyone since I was a junior, and then it was mainly fooling around."

"Same here, but...I don't know. I mean i want to, but ..."

"But what?" 

"It means we're serious. Do you want that?" Chris looked down at Andrew with worried eyes. Andrew wriggled from under Chris so he could sit up and look him directly in the eyes. "I want to be serious with you, and only you. I want to be your partner. I want to marry you when it's legal." He took a deep breath. "I love you. I'm sorry it took a year apart for me to realize it, but I love you, and want to spend the rest of my days with you."

Chris's beautiful blue eyes were shining with love at Andrew's declaration. He pulled Andrew to him in a deep embrace. "I love you too," he whispered in Andrew's ear. They kissed, and their passion reignited. Writhing against each other, they struggled, but managed to pull their shorts off and toss them to the bed. Andrew instinctively spread his legs, wrapping them around Chris's hips; he sighed as he felt Chris's erection, hard as steel, dip below his balls and nudge at the delicate area under them. "I need you in me, " Andrew said to Chris. "Please.'

Chris rolled over, fumbled through his nightstand, and pulled out the lube. Never breaking his eye contact with Andrew, Chris moistened a finger with lube, and caressed his' lover's pink hole. Andrew moaned at the contact, and his eyes closed as the finger slid in. Another moan. "Are you okay?" Chris asked.

"Oh god yes. It feels so good."

Chris smiled at his lover's pleasure, and continued to finger Andrew. Soon, he had added more lube and another finger, and another. Finally, as Andrew continued to moan and writhe in pleasure, Chris lubed his aching cock and slowly slid it in. He went slowly, wanted to cause Andrew no pain, but he had prepped the other man well, and the only sounds from Andrew were those of pleasure. In fact, Andrew wrapped his lean, muscled legs around Chris, and dug his heels into that delicious ass, pushing the cub deeper into him. It felt so good, that he was disappointed, when Chris pulled out. But Chris was only changing position, He pulled Andrew up on his knees, and kneeling behind him, entered Andrew again, sliding smoothly all the way in in one stroke. One of Chris's muscular arms wrapped around Andrew's chest, pulling him tightly to him, while the other, slick with lube, grabbed Andrew's throbbing cock. A few pulls of Chris's hands, and Andrew cried out, spraying the bed with cum. As he shivered in orgasm, Andrew's tight hole clenched even tighter on Chris, who soon lost control, and with one more mighty push, filled his lover with cum. The collapsed onto the bed, Chris clutching the other man to his chest.