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Calabasas Confidential Ch. 01

By: Bluewolfhead



Angel Love, thanks for the editing.

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Annie (Chapter I)

Tom and Roger are flying home tonight for a long weekend away from school and I don't know what I am going to do when they get here. I am such an idiot. What will Roger think about my actions when I last saw him? Everything has spun out of control. I could never justify seducing my son's best friend, Roger. Worse yet, I don't think I can stop myself if he wants me again. 

I always thought these things happen to other people. Not me. I was always the good girl in school and I could control myself when tempted. My parents were so proud of me and bragged to their friends about how lucky they were to have such a good daughter. I never embarrassed them. I worked hard to stay at the top of my class in math and science. I always went to church on Sundays and sang in the choir. Respect from the teacher, my parents and classmates were important to me. I was a good girl. I never drank, smoked or went too far with the boys I dated. Even my ex-husband had nice things to say about me after our divorce. So, how did I become such a slut?

I live in a nice upper class neighborhood with one of the highest rated school districts in Los Angeles. Country clubs and churches are so numerous in my tree-laden community. The local upscale boutiques knew me by name. The manicured parks are lush and green. Families watched their children play baseball or tennis every weekend. The local schools always win the top prizes in sports and academic contests. My custom-made house sits in an older, established gated community with interesting and influential neighbors. Everything seemed so good in my life. The problem started so innocently.

My son, Tom, stayed home during the summer after he graduated from high school. He continued working part time at the local gym so he would have some extra spending money for college. He made some extra money as a personal trainer. When Tom was not working, he hung out with Roger. Roger had been his best friend for years and they were going to the same school that fall. 

The boys did everything together. They went hiking, to the movies and the mall but mainly they just stayed at my house. When they were at my house, they had parties, slept late, watched television, played video games or swam. When Michelle, my best friend, or my other friends visited, the boys were very sociable and pleasant. It was nice having them both around since I was divorced and I was not looking forward to Tom going off to school. 

Not that I am lonely. I have had more than my fair share of dates. As a single mother in Los Angeles, you must look good to get any attention. To remain attractive, I work out at the gym four days a week and have maintained a low 12% body fat for many years. While at the gym, I concentrate on maintaining a flat hard stomach with yoga classes and Pilates. Both Michelle and I went to the same gym so we helped motivate each other to work harder. Since Tom worked at the gym, he let us know when we were slacking.

I am proud of all my hard work. I show off the results of my efforts by wearing low-rise jeans and small T-shirts. Men seem to love seeing my soft flat stomach and hard pelvic bones at the bottom of my naked waist. I thought about getting a belly button ring to catch their eye. I stand 5'3" with shoulder length reddish brown hair and I have large gray eyes with full lush lips. My breasts sit high on my chest and tightly fill a C cup. I have seen many men elbowed by their wives for staring at me when I walked by them.

I can attract men just as easily as Michelle does. When Michelle and I go out for the night without her husband, we always attract a lot of attention. Michelle is 5'8" with sandy blonde hair. She is strikingly beautiful with a curvy little figure and should have been a model. She is a natural flirt and always has somebody after her. Yet most of the time, I have someone asking me to dance while Michelle sits at the table by herself. Obviously, I am not desperate.

I make a good living as an emergency room nurse; have a beautiful ranch home with a pool and a new Lexus. When my parents passed away a few years ago, they left me very comfortable financially. I am not a bad catch, but I have not found anybody with whom I want to share the rest of my life. Lately, I have not found anybody worth spending the night with either. If I had, maybe I would not be in so much trouble.

I should have seen this coming. Roger was the youngest of six children while Tom was an only child so our house always seemed so peaceful to Roger. Roger was always over at my house and had become part of the family. He is funny, good looking, intelligent and a good influence on my son. Roger had dark brown eyes, a strong jaw line and short black hair. He had a royal and distinguished look for someone so young. 

Roger and Tom had both been on the track team together so he was in good shape. Sometimes, I sat in the garage drinking my morning coffee while watching the boys lift weights. I remember watching Roger's chest muscles flex as the boys bench-pressed. His efforts paid off with a nice V-shape to his upper body. Maybe Roger was a little too good looking for his own good.

When Roger was at my house, I treated him like my son because he felt just like part of the family. Roger used the spare bedroom to store some clothing for when he slept over. I made dinner for them when they stayed at home. I treated Tom and Roger equally. I bought them things I thought they needed. I did their laundry. I criticized or praised them equally. Roger was comfortable in my house and had his own key. I think Roger stayed at our house more than he stayed at home. I liked him.

During the final year of high school, Tom and Roger worked very hard to score high on the college entry exams and to find a good school. Roger spent the night at least four times a week while they studied together. Roger's parents didn't have a lot of money so their house was small and noisy. With five brothers and sisters, it was hard for Roger to study at home so he always studied at our house.

Many times, I would wake up in the middle of the night and get up for a glass of water. After stumbling barefoot down the hall to the kitchen, I would find Roger studying at the kitchen table after everyone had gone to bed. Sometimes, I sat down with him and talked. He liked the break. We would discuss whatever was on his mind like his studies, promising scholarships, girls he was dating or his goals for the coming year. We easily laughed and joked with each other. Roger always seemed to enjoy our evening chats. Then I would kiss him on the cheek and go back to bed.

As the summer started, little things started to bother me. I was always so organized and meticulous, but little things were out of place in my large bedroom. I had decorated my master bedroom in a light and airy West Indies style. The tropical motif made it easy to spot when things were out of place. I noticed my lingerie drawer was out of order and some garments folded incorrectly. Someone left the drawers ajar. Could Tom, Roger, or one of their friends be going through my drawers? What could anyone want in my underwear drawer? I became more observant, but I did not say anything.

I do not know when I first noticed it, but Roger started paying more and more attention to me. When they had friends over, Roger always spent time with me. I kept catching Roger looking at my breasts or legs when he thought I was not looking. Roger seemed to be in my house a lot when Tom was not there. When he talked to me, he always seemed to be touching my arm or back. His delicate touch always turned into a firm hold. If a man called, Roger was always inquisitive about what they wanted. He even started kissing me on the cheek as a greeting. When he hugged me, he pressed my body against his in a way that seemed intimate and lingered too long. Maybe Roger had a crush on me. It was cute.

Before I went out on a date, I always asked the boys for their opinion of my outfit. They were both complimentary but Roger always seemed a little more interested. Roger would stop what he was doing and ask me to model the outfit. Tom would return to his X-box game but Roger was always more interested in me. Since Roger was more complimentary when I wore my sexier outfits, I found myself wearing more enticing outfits to see his reaction, but nothing too racy. He loved all of my outfits and inflated my ego with all of his sweet talk. I felt attractive and desired from all of his attention. Tom never noticed. 

Things changed one day in June. I was taking a shower after my workout and heard a soft creak. I ignored it and continued to wash my hair. I then soaped up my legs, my pussy, my body and then my breasts. Then with a razor, I cleaned up my pubic patch into a tight V for my skimpy bathing suits. I get wax treatments so I can wear a thong without rogue hairs showing, but I still liked some hair in front. I heard the sound again. While I was shaving my legs, I glanced to the bathroom door out of the corner of my eye. I have a large marble shower that does not need a door. The room was foggy, but yes, the door had opened just a crack. I know I had shut the door.

Whoever was behind the door could clearly see the water running down my naked body. The water cascaded down my body, over my full round breasts, down my flat stomach, past my freshly trimmed pussy and down my shapely legs. I wiped the water from my eyes to see who was behind the door. Before I could say anything, the door slowly shut. I knew Roger was the only other person in the house. Could little Roger be spying on me? I was a little shocked. Should I say anything? 

I dressed and went out to talk to Roger, but he had already left. I smiled. I was sure he was peeking at me in the shower. On a hunch, I snuck into the spare bedroom and looked around. Under the mattress, I found a bottle of lotion, my favorite black thong and a large brown envelope. In the envelope were pictures of me around the house or by the pool. 

On closer examination, I could see why Roger hid the pictures. The pictures showed more of me than I thought he had ever seen. He had pictures of me naked in the shower. He had pictures with my pink nipples clearly visible down the front of my old blue sweatshirt. I kept flipping through the photographs. He had even taken one picture from under the kitchen table that showed my 'Hello Kitty' blue cotton panties exposed under my short terry robe. He must have taken the picture when we all sat down for breakfast. He was very sneaky.

More pictures showed me late at night in my white cotton nightgown standing in front of the stainless steel refrigerator with the door wide open. The light was shining through the gown. I was amazed. You could see every inch of my body. The outline of my breasts sticking straight out from my chest was clearly visible. I thought of all the times Roger was studying late at night when I got up for water while wearing this gown. The gown was loose, hung away from my body and was very comfortable. I thought it was modest but these pictures proved me wrong.

He had quite a few pictures of me in this gown. One picture taken from under the table showed my legs lazily folded under me. I could clearly see my firm light brown thighs, my trimmed pubic patch and the lips of my pussy. In another version of this same picture, he had zoomed in on my pussy and showed how closely I was shaven. I blushed. I never looked before but I had a pretty pussy. I became redder thinking about Roger knowing so much about me.

He had taken another picture while he stood next to my chair. Obviously, I was proofreading his report for him and he took advantage of the situation. While leaning forward, the top of my gown hung open enough to expose the un-tanned portion of one of my breasts. My pink erect nipple was fully visible. The next picture was a super close up taken through the armhole of my gown. He caught a beautiful profile of my full round breast. I do not know how he took the picture without me noticing. No wonder he enjoyed our evening chats.

I sat down on his bed and slowly went through the photographs. He had more than two dozen pictures of me enlarged to 8.5 by 11. Some pictures showed more of me than other pictures. He had pictures of my erect nipples in my workout outfits and pictures of my red lace thong peeking out of some old worn jeans when I bent over while doing the laundry. Another picture showed my naked pussy exposed through the opening in my robe when I was painting my toenails by the pool.

He even had a picture of me sleeping in my bedroom in a short lavender halter-top nightie. I was wearing a black sleeping mask so the flash from his camera didn't wake me. I had thrown the covers off me and was lying on my side. The nightie's plunging neckline was caught on my nipple and left most of my breast exposed. The bottom of the nightie was up around my waist and my pussy peeked out below the hem. I was amazed when I saw how much of my body was exposed while I slept. I was more amazed that Roger had crept into my bedroom late at night while I was sleeping. What did he think he was doing?

I sat on the edge of Roger's bed thumbing through his pictures and dirty little thoughts occurred to me. Roger obviously desired me. He had gone to great lengths to fuel his lust. I imagined him masturbating to my pictures. Did he like my breasts or legs more? Did he think of me naked when we spoke at the dinner table? Did he use the pictures often? What did he think about when he fantasized about me? I knew I wasn't being a good girl with these thoughts in my head, but I didn't have anyone left in my life that cared if I was being good. I could allow myself this small rebellion.

Previously, I had noticed the bulge in his gym shorts. I remember turning bright red at my thoughts. Now, I wondered what his dick would look like as he stroked himself. I got hot and horny just thinking about him pleasuring himself. He would be so sexy cumming while he looked at my pictures. I snapped out of it and became embarrassed. I needed to rush to work so I put everything back where I found it and left.

While driving to work, I thought about Roger and the pictures. I did not want Tom and Roger's friendship to end because of Roger's mistake. They were such good friends. He was just too bold for his own good. Someone should tell Roger he was completely wrong for taking those pictures. It may even be illegal. His parents would die if they knew how he was acting at my house. Tom would disown him. Yet, I was somewhat flattered. He needed to learn he had made a bad decision so I resolved to teach him a lesson.

I concluded it was harmless so I did not say anything to him about his peeking or his secret photographs. Instead, I teased him and did not object when certain situations arose. I noticed Roger was always trying to see into the folds of my robe when he did not think I was looking. So, I made sure that if he was in the right spot, my robe was open just enough to see the profile of my soft full breast. As soon as he moved to the right position, I would turn away. Occasionally, I let him get a brief glance at my breasts and he just stared. I repeated this game time after time. He looked so disappointed when he couldn't see more of my naked flesh.

When I knew my son was not around, I started to wear more revealing and sexy clothes. My favorite was a large blue man's dress shirt with only a few buttons fastened. I would show up for breakfast in nothing but my shirt while Roger looked up from eating his cereal. The shirttail dipped down far enough to cover my ass but the sides exposed me when I walked by him to get my coffee. Because of their size, my breasts would sway back and forth under the shirt as I moved around the kitchen. Roger was mesmerized. When I sat down, the shirt would rise up my thigh far enough to show I was naked underneath. I acted so innocently while teasing him that Roger didn't know what to do.

When I was feeling mischievous, I would stretch out my long legs and place them on the adjoining chair. I could then tease Roger by folding and bending my legs while I read the paper. I smiled as Roger tried to see my pussy between my thighs while he rushed to pour me a fresh cup of hot coffee. When he stood next to me pouring the coffee, I made sure Roger could catch a small glimpse of my breast in the shirt's openings as a reward. He was constantly hiding his hard-on while he walked around the kitchen, but I noticed his dick's circumcised head pushing against his thin shorts. I loved to torture the poor boy and afterwards, I was in a good mood for the rest of the day.

He followed me around like a baby duck. A lustful little duck. I just kept torturing him. When I was in the kitchen and knew Roger was behind me, I enticed him by bending over and looking in the bottom drawers. I would wear tight jeans with my thong peaking out and short tight T-shirts that left my thin waist exposed. When he saw me this way, I wondered if he thought about fucking me from behind. I should have known to stop then. You aren't supposed to be thinking about your son's best friend like this. It was not right.

Yet, I found myself buying sexy underwear for him to see on me. I justified it as teaching him a lesson. I could leave a Victoria's Secret shopping bag around and count on getting Roger's extra attention for days. My desire for Roger's attention kept growing. I found myself staring at him instead of watching TV. I was curious about how well he could kiss and how good it would feel with him on top of me. I couldn't find out so I teased him some more. Sometimes, I went too far and escalated the tension between us.

Once, when I knew Roger was going on a date with Amy and Tom was out with his new girlfriend, Lily, I slipped into my latest purchase. I appraised myself in the mirror. I was wearing a purple floor length nightgown with a slit up the front ending just below my crotch. My long legs peeked out of the slit with each step I made. The body was tight enough to show the muscles in my tummy. The top of the gown was skintight with thin spaghetti straps holding the fabric over my boobs. The gown's deep cleavage framed the full curves of my breasts and barely held them in place when I moved. If he wasn't gay, I could have seduced the Pope in this outfit. I looked in the mirror. Roger was going to love this gown, but I had second thoughts about wearing it in front of Roger.

Maybe I shouldn't be teasing Roger so much. He hadn't hurt anybody. Maybe I was hurting Roger and his relationship with Amy. Roger and Amy had been together since the beginning of their junior year. 

I had seen a lot of Amy and she was beautiful. She was petite with perfect skin and sky blue eyes. Years of ballet had built her a hard little body. Amy had the perfect life that poor kids would dream of living. Her parents had a compound up on the hill with a pool and tennis courts. They had a live-in maid and gardener. Their five-car garage was always full of the latest luxury models. Amy had her own credit card since she was 12. I knew from conversations between Roger and Tom that Amy was still a virgin, but Roger kept trying to change that.

I laughed and made up my mind to keep teasing him. I tiptoed out to the living room but brought my robe with me just in case Tom came home unexpectedly. The lights were low and Roger was watching ESPN before he left on his date. He looked so handsome in his slacks and dress shirt. Very casually, I set my robe in the entrance hall and entered the living room. Roger tried not to look shocked as I walked by him. I tried acting nonchalant while wearing this sexy little gown in front of him. Roger could see each muscle in my hips flex as I glided past him. I settled down next to Roger on the soft green couch in front of the television. I looked over at him with my big eyes and smiled. 


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I purred, "I have a headache. Do you mind if I lie down and watch TV with you for a little while? I took some night-time headache medicine and need to relax before I go to sleep."

"No problem," Roger responded while trying not to look at my body.

As I touched his cheek, I whispered, "You look so handsome tonight, Roger."

Roger blushed and stammered back, "Thank you, I am going to dinner with Amy and her parents at their country club."

"Amy should be proud to walk into the room with you. She is a very lucky girl."

I pretended I was sleepy and stretched out next to him. While placing my head on his lap, I asked Roger to rub my temple. I slipped one hand under his leg, curled my fingers around the inside of his thigh and used him like a pillow. He started to give me a head massage. In this position, Roger could check out every inch of my body without worrying about me catching him. The light stretchy material hugged my body without revealing anything. The slit exposed my legs and I kept rubbing my legs together to emphasize their nakedness. 

The front of the gown plunged down to my waist and tightly held my round breasts in place. My cleavage was very inviting and I knew Roger was getting an eyeful with my erect nipples pushing at the gown. I turned onto my side so that he could see how the material hugged my little bubble butt. After a few minutes, I pretended to be asleep and started to snore lightly. I smiled to myself because the thin gown had ridden up so that my most of my hip and leg were exposed. Roger could tell I was not wearing panties. 

After a few more minutes Roger whispered, "Are you awake, Mrs. Applethorpe?" 

My breathing became a little heavier. I soon felt Roger testing me. He was running his fingers through my hair with one hand. Roger's other hand was on my upper arm and I felt it slide forward and rested his fingertips on my breast. He withdrew his hand but when I did not object, he rested his fingertips on my breast. Ever so gently, he kneaded my breasts with his fingers. When nothing happened, Roger got a little bolder. He slowly ran his fingers along the side of my breasts and pressed further into my flesh. I felt his dick growing.

Roger kept testing me to see what he could do to me while I slept. His fingers ran along my side and down my narrow waist until his hand rested on my ass. He slowly pulled my nightgown up to expose my ass cheek. He could not reach my pussy so he settled for timidly squeezing one of my ass cheeks and then covering me up again. He softly placed his hand on my breast. Without any resistance from me, Roger's touch soon turned to a caress as he explored my chest.

The touch of his hand excited me. This was so wrong. I should not allow Roger to be touching me like this, but I was so excited. I could not stop him so I promised myself that I would not let it go too far. I would be so embarrassed if anyone found out. I would be devastated if Tom found out.

Roger whispered, "Are you awake?"

When I didn't stop him from fondling me, he felt emboldened. Roger reached down, softly wrapped his large warm hand around my breast through the thin fabric and gently massaged my tit. He kept trying to get my entire breast into his hand but my breast was too large. With my head on his lap, I could feel his dick harden and twitch under his slacks. Roger slipped his fingertips to my nipple and teased it. Somehow my nipple grew bigger and I felt Roger's dick twitch harder against my head. Roger's caress soon turned into a grope as his attention turned to my other breast. His soft exploring fingers felt wonderful through the gown. My pussy was soaked and I wanted relief so badly.

I decided to move a little and scare him. When I stirred, Roger froze as I moved. He stopped breathing. I adjusted myself while pretending to be asleep. Roger's hand froze in the middle of squeezing my tit because he was afraid he would wake me if he moved. He waited until he could hear my heavy breathing again and then he continued to feel me up. He kept getting bolder. Then, he pulled aside my nightgown's neckline so my full breast was exposed. 

His breathing became heavier as he gently moved his hips back and forth underneath me. His hand held my head still as he slowly rubbed his dick against me through his pants. He had me so worked up. I wanted to turn over, pull his pants down and swallow his dick. Roger was driving me mad. I could feel the heat from his loins against my cheek. It took all of my will power not to move.

Roger pulled my top open far enough that he could see my entire breast. I knew what he could see. The smooth tanned slope of my breast rose up to the soft white skin normally hidden by my skimpy bathing suit. At the very edge of my tan line, my puffy pink nipple rose from my breast into a hard button. Roger's hand slipped down to my naked flesh and fondled my breast as he started to move his hips faster. I froze while he kept fondling me under my nightgown and I forced myself not to scream out in heated passion. How could he think anyone would sleep through this molestation was beyond me.

He pressed his crotch harder against me so he could get more friction as his dick kept twitching. He kept grinding his cock against me until he started to cum. At that point, I felt his back arch and his grasp on my naked breast grew firmer. His body started to quiver. Under my head, I felt his cock spasm as his sperm ejaculated inside his pants with each stroke. A silent groan escaped his lips as his orgasm subsided. He released his hand from my breast and leaned back into the sofa in exhaustion.

A young little stud had just molested me and I loved every bit of it. I wanted to hold him and kiss him. He was so damn sexy and he made me so damn horny. My pussy was soaked and my clit throbbed from the lack of attention. I just wanted to rip his clothes off and mount him. I wanted to fuck Roger so badly. I wanted more of him but had to force myself not to respond. Meanwhile, Roger fumbled around with my gown and tried to put my breasts back into my top.

I waited a minute after he came and pretended to wake up. I acted bewildered about where I was and what time it was. "I am so sorry, Roger." I apologized. "You're late for your date with Amy. You better hurry!"

"It's okay. I can meet them at the club." 

I got up from the couch and pulled him to his feet. Even in the dim light, I noticed his sperm had soaked the front of his pants. I pushed Roger to the front door, opened it, kissed him on the cheek and pushed Roger outside. "You better hurry up so you don't miss dinner. Roger, I am so sorry. You need to change your pants before you see Amy and her parents. It looks like I drooled all over you when I was sleeping," I said with a smile.

Roger blushed when he looked down at the wet spot on his pants and quickly turned to leave. Roger turned back to say goodbye and I waived back. I could see his eyes examine every inch of my body as I stood in the doorway and smiled. I knew he would be thinking about me on his date and Amy was going to remain a virgin for another day. I felt sorry for Amy, but I could not stop myself. It was nice to know that Roger preferred me to someone as young and beautiful as Amy. 

At times, I felt a little guilty about teasing Roger. He was so young and so easy to manipulate. I should leave him alone, but I was attracted to him and he was technically an adult. He was showing me more attention than I had in years. None of my boyfriends made me so hot. He made me feel so sexy. I decided it was okay because he had started it and he was not getting hurt. I needed to be careful. My son couldn't find out how much his best friend had used his mother. My guilt did not stop me from teasing Roger. I realized it was a sickness and that I was addicted to teasing Roger. I accepted it.

Just to push his buttons a little harder, I started to 'accidentally' brush my breasts or my hips against him when we walked by each other in the kitchen or hallway. When Roger was reading something at the table, I would bend over and act as if I was interested in his article. I innocently slipped my breast along the side of his face or his shoulder. I could feel his muscles ripple as my breast rubbed against the side of his neck. He lost all interest in anything but me because of all of my teasing.

When Tom was not home, Roger came out by the pool while I was sunning myself. I always wore a little green thong bathing suit with a short flirty skirt for modesty. I would remove the skirt, lay down on the plush chaise lounge and undo my top. Within moments, Roger would volunteer to put suntan lotion on me, but he did it more as a lover instead of my son's best friend. 

He would warm up the lotion between his hands and apply it with long lingering strokes along my calves, up my legs and over my exposed ass. I could feel his fingers between my thighs. He got bolder with each stroke up my tanned legs and over my firm ass. His fingertips would be very close to my pussy and lightly touch the thin thong. I could feel the lotion drip between my ass cheeks and then his fingers spreading my cheeks to get the stray drops. He then smoothed the extra lotion into my ass. I teased him by spreading my legs a little further to ease his access. Then he would start on my shoulders, down my back and along my sides. Sometimes, his fingertips accidentally touched the sides of my breasts. A 15-second job would take him five to 10 minutes. It felt so good, like I was a queen.

Sometimes when I was feeling naughty, I would roll over onto my back while holding my loose bikini top over my breasts and I would ask him to apply lotion to my front side. From behind my dark sunglasses, I would watch Roger's strong hands press into my skin, smeared the lotion down my tummy to the edge of my thong and then over the edges of my pelvic bones. Roger's breathing grew heavy. He would rub the lotion into my shoulders and upper chest and then work his way down to the tops of my tits and up to the edges of my tan lines across each breast. He avoided moving my top but I knew he wanted to rip it off me. Poor Roger, his hands were shaking so much. 

I had him move down to my legs so they wouldn't burn. I watched his fingers tremble as he rubbed the lotion between my toes, around my ankles, up my calves and onto my thighs. He always complimented me on my little gold toe ring. Then, I would bend my knees and place my foot against his chest so he could rub the lotion all over my legs. When I was in a playful mood, I would tell him where he missed and he would lift my leg to get the neglected spot. The best part was watching him try to hide his erection. His swim trunks were always baggy but the tent his dick created was unmistakable. Poor Roger. When he was done, Roger quickly stood up and jumped into the cool pool.

As a reward, I slowly exposed my breasts to him. He would be in the pool with his arms on the pool edge talking to me. While lying on my stomach, I would lift myself up slightly and expose the white of my breasts to him while reaching for my water bottle. My breasts would hang freely and lightly touch the chaise lounge. His eyes never left my chest. I never knew if he could see my pink erect nipples but I knew he tried very hard to catch a glimpse of them.

I could have spent the entire summer teasing poor Roger. He was always around me and I loved the attention. No one noticed what was happening but then things changed. One lazy, sunny Saturday morning I had slept in until 11:00am. I got up and walked barefoot to the kitchen for coffee. Then, I sat down to read the newspaper at the kitchen table. The sun beamed outside, the house was silent, my hair was a mess and I was waking up slowly. Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and then felt strong hands on my shoulders.

Roger's sexy voice broke the silence, "Good Morning, beautiful." 

He followed it with a lingering kiss on my cheek from behind. A little spark of excitement stirred me. Roger hovered behind me and said Tom left a note saying he had the early shift at work and then Tom was going to my ex-husband's house for the night. I could smell a hint of Roger's cologne and took a deep breath. 

Roger asked, "What is the news? What does it say about the war?"

I started to read him the article but something was wrong. Roger stayed behind me with his hands resting on my shoulders as I read him the story. He was bent over me far enough that his chest was touching the back of my hair. I thought about it and knew what was wrong. 

He was leaning over me too far. I was wearing light green ribbed cotton sweater and thin blue pajama bottoms with smiling moons printed on them. My sweater buttons down the front with a wide scooped neckline that exposes much of my breasts. Roger was not reading the paper. He was looking down the front of my sweater and checking out my tits! The sweater was loose fitting but the scoop neckline dipped to the edges of my nipples. Roger stared at my tits while I read so I slowly straightened my back and slowly pushed them out with pride.

I looked into the reflection in the window and could see him checking me out. I continued to read him the paper and drink my coffee, but I watched him in the reflection in the window to our right. He kept moving his head from side to side to get the best angle down my sweater. I sized up Roger. He was wearing shorts hanging low on his hips. He must have woken up with an erection because it was clearly visible. I understood why he stayed behind me. He was beautiful. His naked chest was broad and muscular. His stomach was flat with just a trace of hair leading to his groin. He looked very good. Why did he have to be Tom's best friend?

I snapped out of it when he started massaging my neck and shoulders. Surprisingly, he was very good at it and I told him so. This was a mistake. I should not have said anything because it only encouraged him. He started to massage my neck and then started on the muscles along my collarbone. After a couple of minutes, his hands slid the sweater off my left shoulder so he could give me a better massage. His strong fingers felt so good on my bare skin. He alternated between a gentle touch and a sharp pressure. While he kneaded me, I kept reading the paper to him. 

I glanced down and could see what he was doing. He had managed to adjust the neckline so he could see further down my sweater. He could now see down between my breasts almost to my navel. He could even see the edge of my pink puffy areola. I could feel the heat from his touch. He then stretched the sweater off my right shoulder so both shoulders were bare. In the window's reflection, I could see his large hands massaging the toned muscles of my shoulders. His hands looked great on my bare skin.

Also, in the reflection, I could see his hips slowly moving against the back of my chair. He was in a daze. I should have said something but all I could do was moan softly. I knew what he was doing. He was jacking off by rubbing his penis against the back of my chair while staring down the front of my top and touching me. It was hot. 

Nonchalantly, he stretched the sweater's neckline off my shoulders and down my arms, so more of my shoulders and upper arms were exposed. He continued his massage and worked the sweater three or four inches down my back. As he continued, my sweater stretched to the point where the top button popped open. We both knew it happened but neither of us said a word. The green sweater slid further down my chest as he continued to massage my upper back. The sweater now rested half way down my breasts. I didn't know where our silent conspiracy was going to end.

Roger continued to massage more of my back. Soon my shoulder blades were exposed and the sweater stretched a little more as he slid it further down my arms. Why was I letting him go so far? My mouth was dry as I stared at our reflection in the window. I watched as the next buttonhole on my sweater stretched and unfastened. I did not do anything about it. I could feel my sweater loosen and slide down my upper torso a little more as the cool air caused goose bumps along my neck.

I had stopped reading and the room was silent as his hands slipped up to my neck and down my back. He stretched the sweater even more as his hand slid down under my sweater to my lower back. If the next button popped, the sweater would drop to my waist and expose my breasts. As it was, the white of my breasts were exposed and just the edge of my nipple kept the garment from falling off.

With his hands still on me, I watched him use me to masturbate. I could see his head bob from side to side to get a better look down the front of my top. His hips quickened their pace against the back of the chair. I was on fire from all of Roger's attention. My ex-husband had never made me so excited. My pussy was soaked and I started to squeeze my thighs together. He had stopped talking and every few moments, I heard his breath escape as one of my pink nipples was partially exposed. 

I needed relief. I wanted him to slip his hand down my shirt and massage my breast; hold me; kiss me; take me. I could see the tension building in the next button. In moments, something was going to happen. Should I stop it? Should I let him have me? I finally came to my senses and asked Roger to refill my coffee. I caught Roger's look in the reflection. It was unforgettable. He looked shocked and embarrassed. Roger stopped what he was doing and went to get the coffee. 

In the reflection, I could see him trying to hide his erect penis. When he turned away from me, I adjusted my top. When he returned with the coffee, I popped up to my feet and announced I was taking a shower. I took the coffee cup from Roger while he hid behind the chair and I kissed him on the cheek. I hoped he could not see the wet spot in my pajamas as he watched my hips sway down the hall. I smiled to myself. Since Tom was gone, I had all day to tease Roger.

I expected him to spy on me. I closed the bathroom door behind me and opened the medicine cabinet door so I could see the door from the shower. The bathroom looked like a spa. It was filled with mirrors, a large bathtub, steam room, and open shower. I tore off my clothes, turned on the water, and stepped down into the shower. I lathered myself while making sure my back was to the door so Roger could see me without detection. To relieve the ache in my pussy, I aimed the hand-held showerhead to my clit and used the shower spray against it. I was amazed how worked up I had become. 

Then I heard it; the door creaked. I looked into the mirror and I saw the door opening. Since he had seen everything else, I decided to give him a real show. I spread my long tanned legs to give the showerhead better access to my swollen pussy. A stream of water pulsated on my clit. My clit was so sensitive from all of this morning's teasing. I started to cum immediately and started to fall. I grabbed the showerhead protruding from the wall, bent my head backwards, opened my mouth and let out a deep loud moan. I knew he was watching me. I started shaking and my knees began to fold. 

I let go of the showerhead, slid down the marble wall and collapsed on the floor. Quickly, I turned toward the door and our eyes met for a second. My eyes said I wanted him, but Roger quickly shut the door. After a few minutes, I regained my composure and dried off but when I left my room, I could not find Roger. He was gone. Poor Roger. I made a decision and planned our evening. I decided to ease his dilemma. 

Later that afternoon, I called Roger; said I needed to talk to him about this afternoon, told him to be at my house at 7:00 p.m. sharp and hung up before he could refuse. At 7:00 p.m., he rang the doorbell and I opened the door. I wore a little black wrap around dress that hugged my curves, tall silver sling-back heels, and a diamond that hung down between my breasts. 




Calabasas Confidential Ch. 01



Roger could not look me in the eyes. In a stern tone I said, "Roger, come with me and don't say a word." 

I took him by the upper arm and guided him down the hall to my bedroom. The only sound came from my high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I placed him in the middle of the room and instructed him, "Don't move." The lights were low and a few candles around the room were burning. Roger didn't notice because he was so scared.

"Roger, what is wrong with you?" I blurted. I started walking around him and checking him out. Roger had a tight little ass.

I grilled him. "Roger, was this your first time in my room today?"

Roger, without looking me in the eye said, "Yes." 

From behind him, I whispered, "Don't lie Roger or it will be worse for you. I know everything." 

I lowered my voice and whispered, "Roger, was this your first time in my room today?" 

Meekly, he whispered back, "No." 

"Roger, what were you doing in my bedroom this morning?"

"Nothing."

I whispered back, "Roger, did you spy on me in the bathroom?" When he didn't answer, I asked again.

Roger looked down and timidly said, "Yes." 

"Roger was that the first time you saw me naked?" I asked. 

"No," he responded. Roger's eyes caught my legs peeking out of the opening in my wrap around dress as I circled him. 

While walking around him, I said, "Roger, I know you have been going through my underwear. What will your parents think? What will they say when they find out you have been peeking at my naked body when I take a shower? What will Tom say when he finds out you have been masturbating while thinking of his mother's naked body? What will he say when he sees your collection of pictures?" 

Roger looked shocked and turned red. He blurted out, "I am so sorry. It will not happen again. Please do not tell anyone. Please!" 

I responded, "Roger, I want to help you."

Poor Roger was panicking. He had no idea what was going to happen. I gave Roger some of my wine to ease his troubles. I explained the seriousness of the situation and spent the next few moments making Roger understand how bad it would be if anyone discovered what he had done. Roger was still standing in the middle of the room with his head hung in shame. 

"Roger, if you tell me all of the truth, maybe you won't be punished. Will you tell me the truth?" 

"I promise."

"Roger, are you going to tell anyone about seeing me naked?"

"No. Absolutely not. I won't tell a soul."

"Roger, do you like seeing me naked? Tell me the truth."

"Yes, you're beautiful," he responded. 

"Why do you keep trying to see me naked? Why do you have so many pictures of me?"

"I can't help it. I think about you all of the time. I try to stop but I find myself being drawn to you and trying to see more of you."

"Roger, do want me to remove my dress right now? Do you want to see me naked again?" I asked. 

Roger looked me in the eyes hopefully and hesitantly nodded yes.

I asked, "Are you sure?" 

Roger hesitated and whispered, "Yes." 

I reached for the long tie that held my black wrap-around dress closed. His eyes followed my hands as I untied the side of my dress and let it slowly fall open. The black dress unwrapped and fell to my sides. The body he had lusted for was now naked in front of him. I was wearing a black lace half bra with violet satin trim and a matching thong. The half bra supported the bottom of my breasts and left my nipples fully exposed, puffy and erect. It was as if my breasts were on a lace-serving tray and I was offering him dinner. 

"Is this what you wanted to see, Roger?" I asked as his hungry eyes devoured me. 

I loved the lust in his eyes. I let the black dress slide from my shoulders and spill to the floor around my feet. Roger had waited so long for this moment. He clearly was not wearing underwear, because I could see his engorged dick straining against his sweat pants. I stepped forward and got down on my knees in front of him. 

Without a word, I grabbed his old gray sweat pants at the knees and slowly pulled them down over his hips. He didn't move as the waistband descended along his ass and revealed his pubic region. His erect penis strained against the elastic waist and then it popped free and bounced in front of my face. His hard cock was beautiful. It was thick, long and curved upward. The head was slightly larger than the shaft and begged to be sucked. I smiled because his cock was better than I imagined.

"Roger, do you ever think about me sucking your dick when you masturbate?" I purred. 

I grasped the shaft of his penis and he silently watched my hand with bright red nails slowly stroke up and down along the shaft. The head of his circumcised cock grew bigger and redder. My manicured hand looked so little around his cock.

"Do you Roger?" I whispered. I looked up into his dark brown eyes and placed the head of his penis into my mouth. 

Roger moaned, "Oh god, yes." 

As my full red lips surrounded his dick, Roger closed his eyes and leaned his head back as I started sliding his entire dick into my warm moist mouth. He put his hand behind my head and guided his thick dick between my lips. I enjoyed giving him a blow job as my head bobbed up and down on his cock. His fingers caressed my hair as I reached the tempo he enjoyed. A low moan escaped his lips as I slipped his cock down my throat and back out again.

I was on my knees in front of my Roman god with one hand squeezing his ass and the other feeding his dick into my hungry mouth. He slowly stroked his penis in and out of my mouth and I sucked him with passion. I had waited too long for this moment. I ran my hand up his firm torso and felt each muscle as I continued to suck him. I reached up and twisted his nipple as I swallowed his whole dick again. He was groaning and his legs were shaking. 

I released his dick from my mouth and whispered, "Do you promise not to tell a soul about us?"

Roger still had his eyes closed as he groaned, "I promise. I won't tell anybody. I have waited so long for you. Please don't stop."

"Roger, are you sure?"

"I promise not to tell a soul."

While looking at his closed eyes, I returned my red lips to his dick and sucked him for everything I was worth. Poor Roger, within a minute, exploded and his warm sperm spurted down my throat. I couldn't swallow fast enough but I made sure to get every drop as he pumped his dick in and out of my mouth. He kept stroking his penis into my mouth while my tongue twirled around the head of his throbbing penis. Roger's knees started to buckle. His exhausted dick was still in my mouth with his hands locked behind my head. He slumped down on the thick carpet and pulled me down on top of him. 

I was not done yet. I continued to suck his beautiful cock. I was on my knees above him as he toyed with my nipples. My head bobbed up and down on his dick. My breast swayed underneath me as I continued to suck his flaccid cock. His fingers slid down to my wet pussy as my tongue swirled around his dick head. It felt so good to be finally touched. I shuddered and moved my hips against his fingers. Slowly and surely, Roger's dick came to life as I continued to suck his little monster. His shaft grew thick and long. I love youth.

Before anything else could happen, I had Roger get up and sit in my comfortable boudoir chair. I tore off the rest of his old clothing and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. His cell phone rang so I turned it off and placed it on my vanity. I wasn't going to let anything interrupt us now. Then, I straddled him and sat on his lap. My naked ass felt good against his muscular thighs. 

"Roger, are you happy now? Will you keep sneaking around and spying on me?" I asked. 

Roger responded with a mischievous grin, "I can't stop now!" 

I smiled. His eyes were on my breasts snuggled into my black shelf bra. His cock was nestled between us and I started to grind my pussy against his erect member. With my pussy, I pressed his cock against his stomach. My pussy lips fit perfectly along his shaft and we continued our dry hump while staring in each other's eyes. With each rub, my clit grew more sensitive and his cock grew bigger. Roger just smiled at me, grabbed my waist and quickened the pace of my pussy grinding against his cock. 

While still looking into my eyes, he lowered his mouth and started to feast on my nipples. My nipples ached and grew at his touch. I put my hand behind his head and moved his mouth from nipple to nipple. My pussy was soaked and I needed relief. 

I whispered into his ear, "Fuck me, Roger. Please fuck me."

He stopped sucking my tits and looked me in the eyes as his hands grabbed each side of my black lace thong. He smiled and started pulling on each side of the flimsy material. His lips touched mine as I heard the thong tear and fall off my body. He threw the useless thong into the middle of the room. Out hips never lost momentum. My wet pussy rubbed against his rock hard cock as his tongue toyed with mine. 

I whispered into his ear, "Fuck me. I am yours."

Without any effort, he picked me up by my waist. I reached down between us. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and guided his cock into my swollen pussy as he lowered me onto his lap. I was so wet. His dick just slipped into my cunt with ease and filled me. I closed my eyes because I felt so good. 

Roger whispered, "Do you like fucking me, Annie?" and he started kissing me again. I could only nod my head yes. It was a nice deep kiss.

"Annie, I have wanted to fuck you since I first met you. You are so sexy. I have followed you, spied on you and touched you. I am going to fuck you until you can't take it again. You have been teasing me for years and now, I am fucking you."

I loved hearing him talk dirty to me. He started fucking me hard for teasing him so much. Three slow strokes followed by two quick jabs. He maintained this pattern. I don't remember anything being so good or lustful. Our bodies slapped together with each thrust of our hips. I had sweat dripping down the side of my head from all of my exertion. I could not imagine a better fuck. I was holding the back of the chair with one hand and the other hand was around his thick neck. I could hear the chair creak from our passion as I tried to keep our tempo.

I pulled back and looked into his dark eyes. He smiled and bent his lips to my swollen nipples and then ran his tongue around the exposed flesh of my breasts. He thought he was in control now but I would change that soon. With my feet flat on the ground, I started rising up and sliding back down on this throbbing cock. Up and down. Slowly and then quickly. I loved how his penis felt sliding in and out of me. Roger reached behind and removed my bra. His eyes watched my breasts move up and down with each new thrust.

Our kisses grew deep and passionate. I felt like he wanted to taste me and I knew I wanted to taste him. I kissed any bare skin I could reach as I slid up and down on his lap. The salt from his sweat was delicious. Our intense kisses made my lips swollen and bruised. Roger sucked hard on my nipples while he pushed down on my lower back so he would slip deeper inside me. My diamond necklace bounced between my breasts as his hips moved faster. The necklace was a gift from an old boyfriend. He never got as far with me as Roger is right now.

I changed my pace to match his moans. Our naked bodies rubbed against each other as I rode him. Impaled on his thick shaft, I decided this was the best fuck of my life. Without stopping, I started to have a long deep orgasm. Anyone in the house could hear me moan. I kept shaking as I rose up on his dick and plunged back down. This was not love; this was lust. His hands fondled my breasts when he wasn't grasping my hips so his cock would not escape my pussy. He slammed his groin into mine as our thrusts met. 

You could hear how wet I was when he slipped back into me. As I slid down on his dick, I noticed his hands were no longer controlling me but he was just holding on and I was fucking him. I was in control again. Shortly, Roger started to cum and I could feel his sperm fill my pussy and flow out when I plunged down on his dick one last time. Each spurt prolonged my orgasm. His body jerked in spasms as a groan escaped his lips. Roger's orgasm faded.

Sadly, I felt his cock soften and slide out of me. He rested his head against my shoulder and went limp. I wanted him again but I had worn him out so I dragged him to his bed and soon he fell asleep. I put on my robe and went to the kitchen for some more wine. Sitting in the dark, I started thinking about the day's events. Roger had shown me more attention than any man before him had and that made me want him even more. 

The summer was ending soon and the boys would go away to school. I already felt the pain of separation. In the weeks that followed, things got out of control but I have not stopped it yet. I do not want to stop.

The next day, something woke me up very early. I lay there and listened but nothing happened. My naked body felt good rolling around in the bed after being screwed so well last night. The sun had just risen and I wanted to go back to sleep. My thoughts drifted to the previous evening and I started feeling guilty. 

I had just seduced and fucked my son's best friend and all I could think about was doing it again. He was incredible, but I felt a little remorse about sleeping with Roger. What would happen if my son found out? What would Roger's parents say if they found out? I had let things get out of hand. It was my fault. He couldn't help himself. His hormones were going off and I kept teasing him. What was I thinking? Of course, something was going to happen.

I reached down, stroked my clit and thought about Roger fucking me in the chair last night. I wondered if I could sneak into Roger's room for a quick fuck before my son came home. That seemed so risky so I reached over to the night table, removed my purple dildo and turned it on. It was thin with a big oval head bent at an angle to give easy access to my g-spot. It was my favorite. I was so horny it slipped into my pussy easily. I closed my eyes and started replaying the previous night's events. Roger was a great fuck. I started stroking the dildo in and out of my wet little pussy while thinking about him.

Then I heard it. Someone was yelling and screaming at Roger. I heard the front door slam and I started to panic. Did someone know? What if Roger's parents found out I fucked him? What could I possibly say? I heard the muffled sounds of Roger's voice. The noise got louder as it came down the hall. I turned off the vibrator and slipped it under the pillow just as the bedroom door burst open. I sat up and pulled the sheets up to cover myself. 

Everything was a blur. Amy, Roger's girl friend, stood in front of me crying. I could not make sense of what she was saying but it looked like she had been crying all night. Amy sat down on the edge of my bed. I felt ill. What had I done?

"Is it true, Mrs. Applethorpe?" cried Amy.

"Is what true?" I hesitantly answered.

"Was Roger here all night?"

I meekly responded, "Yes."

"Are you saying Roger wasn't with some slut last night? He had to be."

Annie burst into tears and threw her arms around me. Roger entered my bedroom and I gave him a questioning look. 

Roger looked down and started to explain. "I am sorry, Mrs. Applethorpe. I was supposed to pick Amy up after work, but I forgot. She had to walk home because her parents are in Europe. Now, she thinks I am going out with someone else. Can you tell her I was here all night?" Roger sat down on the bed and put his arm around Amy to sooth her. Amy brushed off his arm and leaned away from him and into me. I held Amy and wiped away the tears. 

Amy interrupted and started to get up, "I kept calling him all night and he never answered. I know he was out with some fucking whore!" She turned to Roger, "Who is she Roger? You tell her she is a fucking slut!" She pushed Roger away.

I pulled Amy back down and hugged her. "Amy, Roger was here all night. He must have forgotten. This is all just a big mistake," I assured her. 

Amy kept crying and hugged me, while Roger stood in the middle of the room. I felt so guilty. I was the whore she was worried about sleeping with Roger. I remember the phone ringing right after I had sucked Roger's balls dry. She was walking home in the dark while I was sliding up and down on Roger's shaft. I felt horrible. 

I tried to sooth her, "Amy everything is all right. Roger is still your boyfriend and he would be stupid to give you up."

Amy's face rested on my shoulder as she cried. I looked over at Roger and he was staring at my chest. The sheet had slipped down and my breast was exposed. The dog! He did not have much to risk. He would be envied as a young stud while the community, Roger's parents, Amy and my son shunned me. I had a lot to lose. I covered myself and looked around the room for something to wear. I realized Roger's shirt, shoes and sweat pants were still lying around the room from last night. 

I quickly pointed to his clothes and told Roger, "Go get us a cup of coffee while I talk to Amy."

Amy buried her head into my neck as Roger picked up his clothes behind her and quickly snuck out of the room and shut the door behind him. I wanted to vomit. I held Amy and soothed her. After a while, she stopped crying and said, "I am so sorry for busting into your room like this. I did not know what else to do. Roger is such a bastard. I did not get any sleep and no one is home. My parents are still in Europe."

I stroked her back and rocked her as the low sad sobs kept escaping from her soul. I whispered to her, told her it was fine and assured her that everything would work out between Roger and her. She then looked up at me with her big blue eyes and asked, "Can I sleep here? I am so tired."

"Yes," I responded. What else could I say?

I then asked her to get me a robe. She then noticed the candles, my dress on the floor, my half bra on the chair and my thong in the middle of the room. She smiled and said, "It looks like you had fun last night. Big date?" My heart stopped, but I brushed it off. 

Amy handed me the robe and stood watching me. Amy was wearing a white gypsy skirt with a little white T-shirt that showed off her 1-carat diamond in her navel. I slipped out of the sheets and got into the robe quickly. Amy excused herself and asked to take a shower. I showed her where everything was and turned on the shower. Amy talked about being so embarrassed about this morning and apologized. I kept busy so she could not see how embarrassed I was about the previous night.

Amy slipped her skirt off her narrow hips and down her long shapely legs. She let it drop to the ground and stepped out of it while she pulled her T-shirt over her head. She then pulled off her little lace boy shorts and stepped into the shower. I admired Amy's body while we spoke. Amy had small breasts and perky little pink nipples. She always looked cold. I was amazed. There wasn't any fat on her body. Her muscles were toned and her skin was pale white without a single flaw or blemish. She stayed out of the sun because of so much ballet. Her waist length blonde hair matched the sparse pubic hairs between her legs. Roger was lucky.

I was lucky. Amy almost caught us. I needed to stop messing with Roger and let him spend time with a sweet little thing like Amy. I stood in the bathroom door listening to her discuss Roger and how much she loved him. She had a round little ass and a thin waist with long legs. How could Roger not want this girl? She was the same age and they could have a future together. She needed to screw Roger before he got away. Roger needed to focus his energies on Amy instead of me.

While she was lathering up her body, I created a plan. I placed her clothes in my hamper and pulled out a new nightgown I had just purchased. Roger was going to see it on her instead of me. I quickly put on my black sweats, brushed my hair and teeth. I was ready to leave. When Amy was done with her shower, I gave her the short black nightgown and told her to take a nap and I would have Roger bring her some hot cocoa. 




Calabasas Confidential Ch. 01



Amy picked up the gown and slipped it on her body. She admired herself in the mirror. She looked so good. The black silk gown had a halter-top with an open back and the front plunged to her belly button. A black cord laced up the front but still exposed her white skin down to the diamond when fully tied. The skirt just covered the bottom of her ass. Her cute little blonde pussy peeked out from under the hem when she moved. The contrast between the black gown and her white skin made her look so tasty. Roger would not be able to help himself.

As nonchalantly as I could, I asked her if she had slept with Roger yet. She said no. I asked her what stopped her. She blushed. "I don't think I will continue waiting. I don't want his slut to take him," she commented with a smile. "You know Roger. Do you think Roger will like me in this?" she asked as she twirled around and smiled.

"He is going to love it, sweety," I replied.

I took her hand and we walked down the hall to Roger's room. I slipped her into bed, tucked her in and told her we could talk again when I got back in a couple of hours from my workout. I lowered the blinds so just a little light entered the room and turned the radio to a classical station. As I shut the door, I looked back. She was laid out like a virgin at the altar. She knew she was losing her virginity today. 

I entered the kitchen and started looking for a saucepan. I acted as if nothing happened the night before between us. "I'm going to make some cocoa for Amy and then she is going to sleep in your room. You don't mind Roger, do you?" I stated. I turned up the radio so Amy couldn't hear us down the hall. "Of course not," he responded while looking around.

Roger had just made coffee and he was waiting for us at the kitchen table. "Where is Amy?" he asked. 

"She is in your bed trying to go to sleep," I replied as I was getting the milk and turning on the stove. My back was to Roger and I knew he was checking me out. I was wearing my designer sweats. The pants were skintight and hugged each ass cheek. The sweat pants rode low on my hips and showed off the little dimples in the small of my back. My top was just as tight and exposed my flat tummy. I had the zipper down far enough so Roger could see the tops of my breasts and most of my cleavage.

I gathered the remaining ingredients for the hot cocoa. Roger got up from the table and stood behind me while I heated up the cocoa, water and sugar mixture. He wasted no time trying to start up where we left off the night before. I could feel him close behind me when he whispered into my ear, "I want you so badly. Last night was beyond my wildest dreams."

Roger's left hand slipped around my exposed waist and his fingers latched onto my pelvic bone. His groin pressed against my ass as he kept getting bolder with his advances. He leaned on me. With my left hand, I supported our weight while Roger gyrated against me. I stirred the hot chocolate with my other hand. Roger's hard shaft nestled between my ass cheeks. His right had slipped up my torso and he cupped my breast through the sweatshirt. I didn't fight him. 

Roger whispered, "Baby, I want you so badly. I'm so sorry about Amy. I promise it won't happen again." 

I corrected him, "Amy is so beautiful. You should be nicer to her. You are lucky to have her." 

I kept stirring his emotions as Roger slipped his hand up under the elastic band of my top. Roger's warm hands felt wonderful on me as he held and massaged my tit. He was enjoying it too because I could feel his dick get harder as he pressed it against my ass. 

"I want you, not her," he whispered back.

I pressed my ass back against him and continued to stir. "Roger, Amy is beautiful. I just saw her naked taking a shower. She has a sexy little body and she has wonderful skin with long shapely legs. I'll bet she is fun in bed," I purred.

Roger did not respond but I felt his dick grow while he rubbed against my ass through my sweats. Roger became bolder and slipped his left hand under the front my pant's elastic waistband. His hand slid further down the front of my sweats and he ran his fingers through my pubic hair. Roger moaned. Then, he cupped my pussy and pulled me toward him. He pressed his body against mine.

"Roger have you ever seen how perky her nipples are?" I whispered.

"Yes, plenty of times," he answered defensively. Roger's hand cupped my pussy and he squeezed me. I shuddered as his index finger slipped between my wet oily lips. His fingers hit the right spot as he kept getting me hotter. Even though I wanted Roger to fuck me, I maintained myself and added the milk to the saucepan.

"Roger have you seen such a pretty pussy as Amy's?" I whispered to Roger. 

He didn't answer so I kept pressing him. "Roger, wouldn't you love Amy's pretty pussy riding up and down your cock?" 

Roger was quiet, but in response, he withdrew his hand from my pants, unzipped my top and slipped his hand over my other tit. He was kneading my breast and teasing my erect nipples between two of his fingers. I wanted to fuck him one last time before I gave him away to Amy. I pushed my ass into his groin and he continued to dry hump me. Without a word between us, Roger was using me again to masturbate.

I kept stirring the milk as Roger pulled away from me and pulled his boxers down to his knees. After pulling down my sweats, he pressed his dick against my ass and slid it up and down my ass crack. He moved his right-hand back to my pussy and rotated his finger around my clit while his other hand pinched my nipple. 

I added a little vanilla to the cocoa and turned off the stove. I turned around to face him and slipped my hand down the front of his stomach. His dick throbbed in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around him and started to pump. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Roger, nothing will happen between us again. We will never happen again. It is over. Go take this cocoa back to Amy and show her how much you want her. I'll be back in a few hours."

I kissed him on the cheek and gave his hard-on one last squeeze. I pulled up my pants and zipped up my top while I walked to the door. From the look in his eyes, he was furious with me, but he still looked cute with his boxers down and his erect penis sticking out.

I grabbed my keys and purse and waived bye. I went out into the garage and drove around the corner, but instead of leaving, I went to the back of the house. I went around to Roger's room and peeked into the window. They couldn't see me.

Amy was sitting on the bed and Roger standing by the closet talking to her. The hot cocoa was on the night stand. He was still hard and his boxers did a lousy job of hiding it. Amy had to notice. She looked beautiful. Through the translucent gown, I could see her nipples standing at attention. Roger had to notice too.

After a few minutes, Amy laid down on the bed as if to say, 'I give up, I'm yours.' 

Roger did not say a word but lay on top of her and started kissing her. He spent about five minutes kissing her before he moved down and freed her breasts from the gown. He sucked on those sweet little nipples until they doubled in size. I felt a twinge a jealousy.

Roger pulled off his boxers and pulled Amy's gown up around her waist. Amy spread her legs wide so he had free access to that little blonde pussy. Her pale skin and light pink nipples looked spectacular in the black nightgown. She looked luminous. Amy wrapped her long legs around Roger's back and pulled him into her. Amy grimaced and held her breath while Roger slowly pushed his cock into her. Once he was in her up to the hilt, he slowly stroked his penis inside her. In a short while, Amy started moving her hips against Roger's thrusts.

Amy's legs locked around Roger's waist and she held him tightly. She closed her eyes and she looked so happy. I became furious. I didn't want to see them finish so I left. I was jealous. What was wrong with me? I still wanted Roger but I handed him over to Amy so easily. My competing feelings tore at my stomach.

For the next two weeks, I tried to keep Roger at arms length. Amy was now staying with us until her parents came home. She wouldn't let Roger out of her sight. Roger was supposed to sleep on the couch but he always woke up next to Amy. I stopped dressing provocatively. I locked my bedroom door and only came out when Roger was with Tom or Amy.

Roger still tried to get into my pants but I fended off his advances without anyone noticing. A day or two after I ended the relationship, I was on the phone with my best friend, Michelle, while doing the laundry. The laundry room is off the kitchen with a door to the backyard. In the middle of the conversation, Roger slipped behind me and shut the laundry room door. I was facing the dryer so he couldn't see me panic.

He pulled me against him, slipped his hand under my white T-shirt and tried to release my tit from my bra. I was surprised and tried to stop him but I didn't let Michelle know what was happening to me. I couldn't let her find out because I would be so embarrassed. I silently tried to pull Roger's hand from under my shirt and turn around, but he was too strong. 

Roger pulled the bra cup away from my tit and teased my nipple as he pressed his lips against my ear. "I am not done with you yet. I still want you. You may have put Amy between us but I am thinking of you when I fuck her. Now, I just want to fuck you more," he whispered.

Suddenly, he let go of my breast, placed his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me over the dryer. With his other hand, he pulled my light blue skirt up over my ass and pulled my panties down as he ran his fingers along my pussy lips. I should have fought him more. My body reacted to his passion instead of my common sense. Roger knew my body so well. I felt myself become wet from his touch as his fingertip circled my clit. 

This couldn't be happening to me. Michelle was discussing their vacation plans while Roger bent me over the dryer and molested me. The warm dryer rattled against my bare skin.

I was trying to end the conversation with Michelle as Roger was caressing me. I became wetter. Roger's fingers slipped inside me. It felt so good. I just wanted to let Roger have his way with me. Why was I fighting him? I stopped resisting. He sensed the change and pulled his fingers out of me. I heard his zipper and then felt his hot muscle against my pussy lips. He hesitated to see if I would try to stop him, but I only spread my legs a little wider. I felt the head of his dick slip past my pussy lips so I pushed my hips back.

Suddenly, from within the kitchen, we heard Amy looking for Roger. I knew she would be coming through the door in seconds. Panicked, Roger let go of me and slipped out the back door to the backyard with his cock waving in front of him. I stood up as I pulled down my skirt. I readjusted my bra and continued talking with Michelle as if nothing had happened. Amy had just saved me from myself.

Just then, Amy opened the door, smiled at me, looked around and then shut the door. Lucky again. I quickly locked the door to the backyard just as Roger tried to get back in. Through the window in the door, Roger mouthed, "I want you." I turned my back to him and finished my phone call. From then on, I stayed in the populated portions of my house. I realized I could not trust Roger or control myself.

Roger still tried to seduce me but I continued to resist. Once or twice, when no one was looking, he would slip his hand over my breast, squeeze it and then withdraw his hand. He then would smile as if to say, 'I can't help myself.' He made it a little game. Sometimes he would grab my ass or press his dick against me, but I was always able to get away. I tried to get him out of my mind. 

The summer was ending. Roger and Tom had found housing at their new school and were driving up in a rental truck with their belongings. The drive would take three days from Los Angeles to San Francisco. However, the boys couldn't rent the truck because they didn't have credit and were so young, so I rented it for them but there was a problem. I needed to go with the truck or the rental firm wouldn't rent it to us. Reluctantly, I agreed. When we got to San Francisco and unloaded the truck, I was going to fly home.

As a farewell party, I arranged for a barbeque at my house and asked some of Tom and Roger's friends and their parents to come to the party. I busied myself with planning the affair and arranged for a caterer. I wanted the party to be a success and worked long hard hours on the arrangements. I invited all of the boy's friends and mixed it up with a few of my friends. Of course, I invited Michelle and Todd, but I also invited Art and Sally from next door; Gail and Robert from down the street; Mike and Tiffany from work. I also tried to keep my mind off Roger. 

When the evening came around, I was delighted with the food and the decorations. I was nervous in the beginning but after the guests started arriving and by the second glass of wine, I was happy. The food was excellent and the guests were delightful.

At about 10:00 p.m., I needed a break so I got away from all of the noise and action of the party. I was standing on the far side of the pool in a darkened alcove of the garden. I was holding my glass of wine and admiring the guests enjoying themselves when I felt a hand on my ass. I quickly turned around. I looked up and stared into Roger's deep blue eyes. Roger had snuck up behind me through the back entrance to the garden. He stood too close to me but I didn't back up. I could control myself. He grinned and let his eyes fall down to my breasts. 

"You look beautiful tonight," he whispered. 

I was wearing a simple low-cut black dress that hugged my curves and ended above my knees. The spaghetti straps made a bra impossible. "You shouldn't run, Annie. I am not finished with you," he whispered.

My back was to the party so the guests couldn't see the shocked look on my face as his hand slipped up over my breast and gently massaged me. I couldn't move a muscle. Slowly, he ran his fingers up to my neckline. I knew no one could see what he was doing because the pool light was shining into their eyes and we were in the darkness of the garden. Maybe that was why I didn't do anything when Roger hooked his finger into the cleavage of my dress and pulled it away from my body. 

Roger stretched the top toward him. He bent forward and looked down the front of my top at my breasts. He could see everything. My pink nipples were totally exposed yet I didn't move. My nipples hardened under his gaze and my eyes slowly shut. He wanted me again and my knees started to get weak. He moved closer and his breath brushed over my breasts. Meanwhile, Roger's other hand slipped inside my top and pulled one of my breasts free. His thumb rotated around my nipple and it instantly hardened. He slipped his hand around my waist and tried to pull me back further into the darkened garden. I snapped out of it and pulled away from him. I turned back toward the party, but no one seemed to notice us. 

I turned to Roger and hissed, "You will never do that again. We were a mistake and it will not happen again. Do you hear me? What would your parents, Amy or Tom say?" 

Roger just smiled at my outburst. He walked past me and whispered, "It's your choice but remember, I'm not done with you yet," as he went by me. 

I watched as he walked over to Amy on the other side of the pool. I tried not to look flustered as he slipped his hand around her waist. I went to the bar and had another glass of wine with Michelle. Roger watched me from across the party and smiled as I squirmed under his gaze. Only moments ago, Roger was fondling me and now he was holding cute little Amy. What a bastard!

Roger went to get drinks from the bar. I watched as he struck up a conversation with Sally, my next-door neighbor while waiting for the drinks. He didn't notice me watching when he slipped his hand around her waist and let it slide down over her ass. I was shocked when he gave her ass a probing squeeze. She didn't stop him and seemed to encourage him. She leaned her body into him and laughed. Roger was an asshole. He thought he was a stud with a big swinging dick after fucking me and was now trying to screw everything around him. I created a monster.

After Roger and Sally left the bar with their drinks, I needed a drink myself so I went to the bar. The bartender was obviously an actor during the day because he was too good looking. Michelle joined me and she started flirting with the bartender while we waited for our drinks. Shortly, Roger followed me to the bar and started up a conversation with Michelle while he placed a hand around my back. I grew rigid. I felt his warm hand slip down my backside until his hand squeezed my ass cheek. I panicked because Tom came over and joined us so I eased away from Roger's grasp.

'I have to get away,' I thought to myself. I left Michelle with the boys and made the rounds with the other guests at the party. I kept myself busy checking on the food and drinks and trying to be a good host. Roger and Amy were sitting together on the other side of the pool with the rest of the kids. Roger noticed I was looking and smiled at me. I was jealous of Amy and Roger's easy way of handling both of us. It didn't make sense but jealousy never does. 

I had a few glasses of wine during my social rounds. I couldn't find Michelle to distract me. My jealousy grew as I watched Roger flirting with Amy during the rest of the evening. Shortly, I was feeling tipsy and decided to go lay down in my bedroom for a moment. I fell asleep.

A couple of hours later, I woke up in a panic with a headache. The house was quiet and dark. The guests were gone. I slipped out of my room and looked around. Roger's bedroom door was open but he wasn't there. I tiptoed down the hall toward the lights from the appliances. When I got to the kitchen, I was glad I had hired some help. The caterers had cleaned up and left everything spotless. I looked out the back window and I could tell the caterers cleaned the backyard too.

I sensed it more than I heard it. I peered around the corner into the living room and saw two people on the couch. I never use this room except when I have guests. The voices were instantly recognizable. I quietly waited until my eyes adjusted to the dim light from the pool and could see Amy was on her knees in front of Roger on the couch. 

Roger was naked with one foot on the floor and the other leg stretched out on the couch. Amy's head was bobbing up and down on his crotch in a smooth steady pace. Amy was naked except for her short pleated lavender skirt hiked up around her waist. Her white top, bra and panties were in a pile on the coffee table between us. Her flawless white ass peeked out from behind the coffee table. I could see every muscle in her back flex as she gave him a blow job. 

Amy flipped her long blonde hair over one shoulder and I could see Roger's cock deep inside her mouth. I recognized Roger's hand on the back of her head guiding Amy's lips up and down his shaft. Amy had one hand under her skirt rubbing away at her swollen clit and her other hand wrapped around Roger's glistening dick as she sucked him. Her hand looked so small around his dick. Amy's pale white skin almost glowed. She was small, young and feminine. My stomach knotted up in envy.

Amy worked hard to please Roger while Roger relaxed with one arm folded behind his head while watching Amy please him. He looked magnificent naked. His pectoral muscles bulged when he pushed his cock between her full lips. I watched as Amy slipped his cock deep down her throat. Spasms of jealousy filled me as I clenched my teeth. I wanted them to stop. Why did I ever start teasing Roger? I'm the one suffering.




Calabasas Confidential Ch. 01



Roger pulled Amy up on top of him and she straddled his waist. Roger wrapped his large dark hands around Amy's tiny waist. Amy grabbed the back of the couch and lowered her breast to his lips. Her tiny little nipples were rock hard as he kissed them. Her skin was milky white and she had beautiful, full curves on that thin little body. She pressed her breasts into his mouth as she lifted her hips over his crotch. Amy used her other hand to grab his cock and guide it to her wet pussy. I could see how wet she was from across the room. She pushed her hips slowly down on his shaft. He was too big for such a little girl so she grimaced as she steadily stuffed his cock inside her. 

I could hear her coo, "Roger, you're so big. I love your cock stuffed inside me." I should have done something but all I could do was watch. I was jealous. I had rejected Roger and he simply went after Amy. What an asshole!

Amy slowly lowered her white hips down onto Roger's dick and I could hear her moan. Amy arched her back as she finally got all of his meat inside her. She raised herself up and then pushed herself back down on his cock. Each stroke became easier as her pussy relaxed. Amy started to grind her hips into Roger's hips at the bottom of each stroke. Roger's hands covered Amy's tits and his thumb played with her hard little pink nipple. Both of them were working hard to make each other cum. Her enthusiasm showed she was enjoying this romp. The excitement lit up the room. I hated her.

Amy leaned forward, placed her hands on his shoulders and her hips started to move faster up and down his penis. Amy's ballet skills were evident as I watched her ass keep a perfect tempo. No wasted movements. No sloppiness. She performed a beautiful rhumba on the end on his cock. 

I could hear Roger's low moan as his hands slid down to Amy's narrow waist and helped guide her rhythm. I was mesmerized as Amy's skirt flapped around her waist each time she slid down his shaft. Her nipples had grown tighter as her lips separated and a low deep moan escaped. I knew how she felt. Roger made me feel the same way. I could see Amy's eyes roll back into her head and I was envious. I glanced at Roger. He was smiling at me.

His eyes were open and looking directly at me. I was shocked. He had a big smile on his face and he winked at me. While still staring at me, he added emphasis to each of his thrusts into Amy. Our eyes locked together and he blew me a kiss. I think he was telling me I shouldn't have rejected him. He was telling me that I should be on top of him. He thought I enjoyed watching him.

Amy noticed the change in Roger's rhythm and matched his timing so she could cum when he finished inside her. Amy's mouth opened and she closed her eyes. I noticed that my pussy was soaked. I quickly and silently ran back to my room as I heard Amy start to cum. I locked the door. I listened to silence for the next half hour. Finally, I heard them as they left. As the car's exhaust faded, I cried.

The next morning, I was knocking at Michelle's door. Her husband, Todd, opened the door and he invited me in. Michelle was surprised as I sat down at the kitchen table and she poured me a cup of coffee. I looked and felt like shit. She knew something was wrong just by looking at me. Todd was leaving for a week on a business trip and I caught him as he was heading out the door. Todd commented with a smile, "It looks like I missed a great party. Michelle got home at 4am. You guys need to tell me about it when I get back." As the door shut, I started to cry.

Michelle's mouth hung open as I told her the entire story. She was shocked but quickly consoled me and even wanted all of the details. After I told her everything, she laughed and poured some Irish Cream into our coffee. The alcohol made it so easy for my tears to flow. I told her that I needed to get away from Roger before something else happened. Michelle said she would do whatever she could for me and promised she wouldn't tell a soul.

Later that day, Roger started calling my cell phone so Michelle decided that I should stay at her house for the week while Todd was gone. Roger couldn't be as bold with both of us in the same house. I snuck home and left a note for the boys about staying with Michelle. I packed an over night bag and brought some clothes to Michelle's house. Michelle was a doll. Her laughter at my situation made me feel so much better. She created a safe home for me and we talked all night long. I fell asleep on the couch with her holding me while watching old Cary Grant movies. 

Roger kept trying to get me. He kept leaving cards on my car and messages on my cell phone. He wanted me back. He knew he was a jerk but blamed me for forcing him into the relationship with Amy. He wanted me to stop rejecting him and give him another chance. He even sent roses to my workplace. I ignored him and hoped the problem would go away. It didn't go away. He kept hounding me. He begged me to see him in phone messages and e-mails, but I just ignored him.

One night, I had worked late and walked out to my car. I was tired after a busy night and still dressed in my green scrubs. It was dark out and I wanted to go home but I promised to pick up a book for Michelle before I went back to her house. After I backed out of the parking place, the passenger door opened and Roger sat down next to me. I was shocked. Roger insisted I drive around while we talked. Like an idiot, I did what he told me. I pulled out of the parking lot before anyone saw us. 

While I decided what to do, he pleaded, "I needed to see you. You keep avoiding me. You wanted me to be with Amy, but you are the one I want. You are so sexy. You're the one that excites me." 

I was so confused, I couldn't respond to him. I needed to go to a public spot and get away from him so I drove to the bookstore and parked. I looked at Roger and he knew I was going to bolt so he grabbed the car keys before I could get out. 

I turned to him and I whined, "Roger, you shouldn't be thinking about me this way. You have a girlfriend. Please give me back the keys."

"I can't stop thinking about you. I want you. We are so good together so you know it's right. Let's try to be together again. One more time? Please?" he pleaded.

"Roger, we can't. It wouldn't be right. Please give me the keys back."

Roger lowered his voice, "Just one more time?" 

He then slipped his hand to my knee. I tried to stop him, but he easily slipped his hand up my leg. I held his wrist to restrain him but he easily moved his hand to the crotch of my scrubs. I scanned the parking lot afraid somebody would see us. I had parked between two SUVs and the parking lot lights were blocked. People were walking behind my car but they didn't seem to notice us in the car. The glare from the flashing incandescent sign for the all night diner made it hard for a passerby to see into my car.

I locked my legs together so his hand couldn't get any farther toward my crotch. I pulled at his sleeve but I could not budge him. "Roger, this is wrong. I really like you and our night together was unforgettable but we cannot do this. What will people say?" I pleaded. I tried to get him to listen to me but he was only interested in one thing.

Roger tried to convince me to go to bed with him again. "No one will ever know. We could go back to your house and slip into bed. You know how much you liked it. You were so hot for me too." I had trapped Roger's hand between my thighs but he still managed to move his knuckle against my crotch. 

"Roger, I can not do this. We have to stop."

With his free hand, Roger reached up and felt my breast through my top. I felt like I was wrestling with an octopus. I tried to remove his hand from my breast but he took advantage of the distraction and cupped his hand over my crotch. He gently squeezed my pussy. His grasp reminded me of how intimate we had already been. Hoping no one was watching us, I tried to pull both of his hands away.

Soft and gently he whispered, "Annie, I'll stop and go home. I'll leave but I need one thing first. All you need to do is let me see your breasts for five minutes and then give me a kiss before I go. Then I'll leave, but I need something from you now." 

I kept trying to keep his hands away from me. "Roger, you shouldn't be doing this. We shouldn't be doing this." 

Roger continued groping me and I knew I was losing the battle of wills. He was trying to get his hand inside my blouse. I looked around to make sure people passing by didn't see us as they walked by or got into their car. I saw no other way out of this dilemma. I whispered to Roger, "You promise? Five minutes?" 

Roger stopped his aggression and said, "Yes, Annie. I promise."

I knew this was wrong, but he would not leave without causing a scene. I looked around us to make sure no one was looking and then, I stopped fighting him. Roger looked me in the eyes and knew he had me. He withdrew his hands and gave me the car keys. I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned my back to the driver's door. I placed one arm over the steering wheel and the other over the back of the black leather seat. I could see the smile on Roger's face in the dim light as he leaned closer to me. Roger reached out, grabbed the zipper on the front of my scrubs and slowly unzipped my top. We were both watching his hand. He stopped to rub his finger over the curves of my cleavage.

"Annie, you have the most beautiful breasts and I love that flat hard stomach."

I could barely hear a word he said. He took his good sweet time exploring each part of my newly exposed flesh as he continued to pull down the zipper. Finally, he pulled down the zipper to the hemline and pulled the top wide open. Underneath my scrubs, I wore a sheer white bra that left nothing to the imagination.

I had blown it again. Here I was sitting in the front seat of my Lexus with my sheer white bra exposed to Roger's gaze. He scooted forward in his seat and reached out his hand to my bra. I held my breath as he gently lifted my breast and tested it like a ripe tomato. Then, while still holding my breast, he rubbed his thumb around my nipple in a circular motion. My body betrayed me when my nipple started to swell. 

Roger cooed, "You have beautiful tits. I dream about these breasts every night. You are so beautiful. I want you."

I nervously looked around us. Roger knew I was starting to panic because he whispered, "My five minutes starts all over again if you stop me."

I looked at my watch again and the hands had barely moved. I closed my eyes and Roger continued to fondle me. I forgot this bra had a front closure. Roger moved his hand over the little hook between the cups and unfastened it. My breasts feel free of the bra cups and he reached out to hold my tits. He gently held each breast as if they would break. His touch became firmer and my areola wrinkled up. 

I opened my eyes. Roger focused on my breasts so he didn't know what else was happening around him. He bent forward and held my breast to his lips. I watched as my aching nipples slipped between his lips and I felt my nipples swell from the suction. I couldn't help myself. I held the back of his head to my breast and looked over his shoulder to see if anyone else was around. Still, no one noticed us.

Roger moved his lips to my other breast and I watched my nipple disappear into his mouth again. He was driving me crazy. He just wanted a little bit more from me but I knew I shouldn't be doing this with him. I ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head as he sucked on my nipple. His hair was fine and thick. I slumped down in my seat so no one could see us. He raised his head and pulled me towards him. The look in Roger's eyes was pure animal lust. Roger started kissing me at the base of my neck. I leaned my head away so my entire neck was exposed and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

As he kissed my neck, Roger's hands worked on my breasts. He made me feel so good and I could feel my pussy getting wetter. My panties were soaked. My nipples were hard and swollen between his fingertips. Roger moved one of his hands down to my crotch at the same time as he kissed me on the lips. It was a hungry kiss. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and I sucked on it. At the same moment, Roger's fingers were rubbing across my pussy through my pants. I wanted him to stop it but instead I spread my legs for him. My body started to jerk with each stroke of Roger's fingers.

Our kiss became more passionate and I slipped my hand down to his pants. I could feel his cock was rigid and I started stroking him through his pants. I lost myself in his kiss and let our desires take over. I placed my hand on top of his hand and pressed his fingers down onto my clit. My body wanted him but I still tried to fight his power over me.

Suddenly, we heard loud voices coming closer and I jumped in terror. Damn it. What was I doing? I pushed Roger away and zipped up my top. Without another word, I got out of the car and headed to the bookstore. I felt guilty as I passed the loud family heading to their car. I glanced at my watch as I entered the store. It had been 20 minutes since our bargain. What kind of fool was I? 

I went into the bookstore and everybody was looking at me. They knew. I had to get away from them. I went into the restroom. I looked like a mess. I had lipstick smeared around my lips and my hair was in disarray. My breasts swayed under my scrubs and my erect nipples were evidence that I was missing my bra. I promised myself to stay away from Roger. I couldn't be trusted. I called in sick a few times and hid at Michelle's house. I did everything I could to stay out of trouble until the boys went to school.

Finally, Todd called and told Michelle he was boarding the flight for home. The boys were driving to their school the next day so I needed to leave anyway. Michelle and I talked as I packed my bags. I was worried about being home alone with Roger. Michelle knew that Tom and Roger were out with their girl friends so they would not be home until late. I was worried about the trip up north but Michelle thought everything would be fine since Tom would be in the truck cab with us. I was worried about what I would do. Michelle just smiled and wished me luck. I went home and packed to leave the next day. I finished packing and put the bag by the front door. I paid my bills and watered the plants. I opened a bottle of wine, got ready for bed and watched an old romantic comedy. Half way through the film, I went into the kitchen to refill my glass of Chardonnay. 

I was startled when I heard Roger whisper, "Hello beautiful. I missed you so much." From behind me, he placed his hands on my shoulder. I spun around to face him and he pinned me against the refrigerator.

Roger took my glass and set it on the counter. Roger continued, "I got into a fight with Amy and she went home early. Tom and Lily went to the movies and afterwards are meeting his dad for coffee. You and me have hours alone." 

I tried to move but Roger was too heavy and started kissing me on the neck. Roger whispered between kisses, "I know you are trying to stay away from me but it won't work. I told you before that I am not done with you. You may as well stop fighting me now."

"Roger, you cannot do this. This isn't right," I whimpered.

Roger grabbed me and started kissing me on the side of the neck while dropping his hand down to my ass. He pressed my hips against him and I could feel him swelling. Roger nibbled on my ear and whispered, "I want to fuck you."

"Roger, please stop. I am trying so hard to be good."

"Annie, I know how good you are. That's why I want to fuck you so badly. I want to feel your body under me. I want to suck your pussy until you scream. I have never tasted you but I dream about that sweet little pussy."

Roger had worn me out. He had been after me for weeks and I could barely stop myself from attacking him. I wanted to be good, but he wasn't letting me. "I can't do this, Roger. What will everyone say if they find out?" I resisted.

Roger whispered back, "No one will find out. This is our secret. Annie, I want you and I am going to have you again. You are the most beautiful woman I ever met and I know I'll never have another chance once I'm away at school. Annie, I want you now."

Roger's hand slipped down to the front of my nightgown and he started undoing the buttons. I placed my hands on top of his hands and tried to stop him, but he didn't budge. He looked me in the eyes and waited for me stop fighting him. I lost the energy to resist. He whispered, "Annie, stop fighting me. You know you want me."

I admitted it to myself I wanted him. I wanted him more than I worried about someone finding out about us. I let go of his hands and dropped my arms to my side. I was his to use. Roger knew it and continued unbuttoning my gown. 

I turned my head up to him and we started kissing. A deep slow tongue kiss. He slipped one hand inside my gown and over my breast while the other hand just kept unbuttoning my gown down to my waist. Then he reached up and slid the straps off my shoulders. The gown dropped to my waist and I put my arms around his neck as our kiss intensified. Within minutes of seeing me again, Roger had me half-naked against the refrigerator and we were getting ready to fuck. We both knew he had me.

Roger picked me up with a hand on each cheek and I wrapped my legs around his back. We kissed while he carried me down the hall to my bedroom.

He laid me down on the bed and stood above me. He pulled his shirt over his head and pulled down his pants. His cock bounced in front of him as he spread my legs. Roger got down on his knees and lowered his mouth to my pussy. It had been so long since someone had pleasured me orally. I spread my legs and hooked them around his back as his tongue danced along my slit. The pressure switched from a light tease to firm probing lick. He slipped two fingers into my pussy as his tongue found my clit. Roger's fingers probed deeper and found a sensitive spot. 

He knew it because I screamed, "Oh god, yes!"

I looked down at Roger. My nightgown was unbuttoned down to my waist and both of my tits were bare. Between my tits, I could see his eyes closed and his mouth buried in my public patch. My tanned legs trapped him between my thighs. I had one hand behind his head encouraging him to keep going. I pinched my nipple with the other hand. My hips were rubbing my pussy against his face and I could feel his fingers sliding in and out of me as his tongue flicked across my swollen clit.

I forced his face down harder into my pussy and my hips bucked harder against his tongue. I needed to cum. I glanced down at Roger and his eyes were smiling at me from behind the curls of my pubic patch. He quickened the pace of his soft tongue on my clit. I could feel his fingers increase their tempo in and out of my pussy. He was fucking me with those fingers better than most men could fuck me with their dick. Roger increased his finger's pace. 

At this point, I was screaming, "Oh god, oh god." 

I now placed both hands behind his head and ground my hips into his mouth. I closed my eyes and held my mouth wide open. It started somewhere deep inside me. I felt my body shaking in sync with his tongue. My breasts and thighs jiggled during my convulsions. It was uncontrollable and knocked the air out of me. I was screaming without a sound passing my lips. It was the longest orgasm I had ever experienced. I couldn't believe how hard he made me cum.

After my spasms had subsided, I opened my eyes. Roger was staring back at me with a big smile. I still held his mouth against my pussy, but he had stopped eating me out. I couldn't move. I released the back of his head and let my legs drop to the bed. Roger stood up in front of me. I swear his cock had grown. He pulled me to the edge of my bed and spread my legs. Without another word, he slipped his cock inside my pussy and stood up. I wrapped my legs around his back and locked my arms around his neck. While we stood there, he started fucking me. I used my arms to slide up and down on his dick. I thought I was going to die. I felt another orgasm coming any second.