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You Owe Me

By: MonkeySeeMonkeyDo



"LOOK OUT!" shouted a civilian, as he walked to the corner and two cars collided into each other.

Lucky for the people involved in the crash, it wasn't a deadly crash and just a few dents in both cars.

A tall black male exited from his 2005 white BMW with his girlfriend. They approached 2003 Pontiac car, that actually collided into theirs.

"Are you ok lady?" the black man asked in a raspy voice, as he approached the driver's window. 

"Yeah? I think so. I'm really sorry about this," the young Native American lady in the car apologized. 

"What the hell were you thinking? Driving and talking on the cell phone at the same time? Didn't you see the red light lady?" the man said, as his voice turned to anger.

"Look. I'm very sorry. It was an important phone call and I could have sworn the light was green," the lady responded.

"What's the number to your insurance agencies?" the man's girlfriend asked.

"I don't have insurance. In fact, this isn't even my car. It's my father's car and he is going to kill me," the Native American girl said in tears, as she stepped out from the car.

"You deserve it," the black man said. "You've fucked up a brand new car. I just brought the motherfucker yesterday! My goddamn headlights need to be fixed and someone is going to pay for them. What's your father's number?"

"Please! Don't tell my father. I'll pay for the damages. I'll save up enough money from work and take care of the damages. I don't care how long it'll take," the Native American girl begged.

The black man slowly started to realize how attractive the Native American girl was. She stood about 5'7, couldn't have weighted more then 116. Long dark hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones, slightly large nose, full dark lips and a very nice hourglass figure. What got his eyes most of all were her large breasts, clad inside a tight blue sweater.

"Find out how much the headlights are going to cost and I'll pay for the damages as long as needed. Please don't tell my father," the Native American girl continued to negotiate.

"I think we can work something out," the black man said, with a large smile across his face. "What's your name?"

"Gina," the Native American girl responded, as she dried up her tears.

"My name is Craig and this is my girlfriend Pam."

"Thank you so much for wanting to negotiate something. I promise I'll pay for all the damages including to my father's car. I'm lucky he's away on business right now," Gina said, as she slowly took deep breaths to calm down.

"Where do you live Gina? I want to negotiate something as soon as possible," Craig replied.

Gina told Craig and Pam where she was staying. They agreed to meet at her place around 7-'O' clock, to finally agree on something. But of course, Craig had other things on his mind and he had enlightened his girlfriend on his idea. She was quickly to go along with it.

7-'O' clock came around and Craig and Pam arrived at Gina's apartment. They knocked on the door and Gina opened the door. She was wearing tight-fitting blue jean shorts, which showed off her thick dark brown thighs. A green top, which hung off her massive melons, showing off her smooth flat stomach and pierced bellybutton and a pair of green socks.

"Come in," Gina invited Craig and Pam.

"Thank you," the couple said, as the entered Gina's home.

Gina sat down on the couch and the couple joined her.

"Gina? We have been thinking about a way you could repay us without even paying us money. I mean, a little accident like that doesn't cost that much," Craig said, as he moved closer to Gina and pushed her dark hair off her slender shoulders.

His eyes crawled down her neck and to her chest. Craig couldn't believe the sheer size of Gina's enormous slopes, as they ballooned out from her green top. Her nipples were hard inside her shirt. Gina felt Craig's hot stinky breath traveling down her neck. Gina looked over to Craig's girlfriend Pam and caught her eyeing her breasts.

"What do you guys want?" Gina asked in a fearful voice. 

Craig's large pink tongue began to slide up and down Gina's neck slowly. Craig tasted Gina's sweet fragrance and drips of sweat she started to produce.

"All I want... Is you," Craig responded.

"And what If I don't play by your rules?" Gina questioned.

"Then I guess Pam and I will have to tell your father about what happen. He might be heartbroken by his daughter's actions," Craig threatened Gina.

"Blackmail?" Gina responded in shock.

"You could say that," Pam replied. "My boyfriend has a thing for hot Native American girls like yourself with your huge tits, just thrusting out from under your top."

Pam reached over and fondled one of Gina's braless melons. Pam pinpointed the nipple and squeezed it.

"They're so big and soft Craig. You'll go nuts feeling these," Pam said, as she took her hand off Gina's chest.

Gina was confused about her emotions. She was feeling angry, yet scared at what they might do to her if she didn't give them what they wanted. Gina stood up and walked to the other side of her living room. She had her back facing them and thought about her options.

"Look at that tight little ass," Craig mentioned to Pam.

After a few minutes, Gina finally made a decision.

"All right. I'll give you what you want. Just as long as after this day. I'll never see you fucks ever again and this will never be mentioned to anyone," Gina said angrily.

"Agreed. And to make sure that no one and I mean absolutely no one finds out about this. Pam will videotape us. Just incase you decide to call the police on us. If that happens, our friends will hotwire the video all across the Internet and send your old man a copy. Got that!" Craig warned Gina. "Now get over here so we can begin."

Pam pulled out a video camera from a gym bag. She turned it on as soon as Gina sat back down beside Craig.

"Fuck her good Craig with that massive cock of yours," Pam urged.

"You have a huge dick?" Gina said worried.

"Yeah. But don't worry. I will only hurt for a few minutes and then your pussy will become numb and used to it," Craig teased. "Is that right Pam baby?"

"Oh yeah girl. The next day after we fucked, I couldn't walk for an hour and my pussy continued to burn," Pam said to Gina.

Craig grabbed the bottom of Gina's shirt. He lifted the shirt up and Gina's ample bare tits were revealed. They hung down her chest, toppled with 3 1/2-inch dark brown areolas and thumb-like dark brown nipples.

Craig bunched her shirt up to her neck and squeezed both of Gina's big tits together. His large pink tongue licked away at her areolas. He traced circles around her nipples without touching them. Craig planted kisses on Gina's chest, starting at the very tops of her slopes and kissing down to the breasts themselves. He squeezed and rubbed her large tits together while planting them with kisses. Craig captured both her nipples between his large lips and sucked like a vacuum cleaner.

Gina moaned and grunted at Craig's tit sucking. Her pussy became instantly soaked. Craig sucked each huge tit for 5 minutes. His tongue licked the sides of her breasts and underneath them. He favored every inch of Gina's flesh pillows with his tongue and mouth. Both her breasts were covered in saliva. Craig released her big wet tits from his hands and moved them down to her shorts. He pulled her shorts off her feet and spotted the huge wet spot in her white cotton panties.

"Ohhhh Gina! Those are some big tits my baby just got done feasting on. They must be at least Double D's," Pam questioned, as she zoomed in on Gina's huge wet hanging tits.

"They're 32DDD's," Gina moaned, as Craig licked her belly button and kissed her stomach.

"Craig? Why don't you unleash that huge monster of yours before you continue pleasing her," Pam suggested.

Craig stood up and removed his shirt. He kicked off his boots and stood in front of Gina.

"Why don't you do the honors?" Craig asked Gina.

Gina hesitated but realized she had no choice but to do as she was asked to do. She unzipped Craig's jeans and pulled them down to his feet. She couldn't tell rather his dick was huge or not because there was no dent in his boxers. She grabbed the top of his boxers and pulled them down to his feet. She looked up and saw a massive black log, flopping between his thighs.

"Holy Shit!" Gina gasped, at seeing her first black cock.

Gina grabbed Craig's massive tool and tried to stroke it. She could barely fit her fingers around the entire cock. Pam zoomed in with the camera as Gina licked Craig's swollen cockhead. Her tongue traveled down his veiny shaft and back up. Gina then engulfed his cockhead between her small lips and suckled at it.

"Damn Craig. She looks so small next to that enormous dick of yours," Pam teased, as she moved closer to Gina's sucking lips.

Loud sucking and slurping noises filled the house.

"Don't leave his balls out in the cold," Pam teased.

Gina released Craig's fat cockhead and swooped up his giant balls with her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out with a huge nut on each side of her mouth. She suckled and favored his sweaty balls in her mouth. His crotch started to give off a foul order and Craig pressed his huge dick against Gina's face while she sucked his balls.

Gina released Craig's saliva-covered balls and sucked on the sides of his massive meat.

Craig sat on Gina's coffee table and relaxed. He moaned and groaned at every suckle Gina give his cock.

"Face fuck her Craig," urged Pam.

Craig stood up once again and grabbed the sides of Gina's head. He moved her head closer to his hairy smelly crotch, while her mouth was stuffed full of his dick. Craig thrusted his hips forwards and backwards, plunging his meaty dick in and out of Gina's mouth in a fast pace. His huge black balls swayed back and forth and sometimes slammed against Gina's chin.

Gina's moans could barely be heard from the plowing sounds of Craig's cock ramming down her throat. Craig managed to get Gina's lips at the very base of his dick. He held Gina's head smothered in his crotch for a few seconds. His massive balls pressed tightly against her chin. Gina gagged and choked on Craig's huge cock.

"Don't kill her Craig," Pam joked.

Craig pulled Gina's head back and she started breathing again. Craig's dick was covered in saliva and dripped down his balls and thighs.

Gina sat up on the couch and pulled her panties down. Her pussy was bald and dripping wet. Craig buried his face in her cunt. He savagely ate and licked her pussy. Gina wrapped her legs around Craig's head and rubbed her thighs against his cheeks. Craig's large pink tongue plunged and plowed through Gina's pussy hole. Gina arched her back, thrusting her mammoth tits outwards.

Pam zoomed in on Craig as he licked and sucked every pinkness in Gina's pussy. Gina's body started trembling and her pussy erupted. Her sweet cum blasted into Craig's mouth and he swallowed every drip. Craig suckled and nibbled Gina's clitoris and made her cum again. 

After eating her pussy, Craig stood up between Gina's legs and poked his massive member at her pussy.

"Time to get fucked," Craig told Gina.

Craig slowly rubbed his cockhead up and down Gina's pussy entrance before he rammed it hard up her cunt.

Gina's facial expressions viewed pain as Craig thrusted his monster up her wet pussy. Only half of his dick could fit in her cunt.

"I'm going to get all the way up in you if it kills me," Craig vowed, as he held Gina's ankles and pounded her pussy into grounded meat.

Gina's thighs shook and her huge breasts bounced on her chest. Her breathing was hard and heavy. Sweat poured down her body as he pussy was on fire.

Craig pounded Gina in that position for a few minutes. He climbed up on top of the couch and forced Gina's legs to her chest. Craig hovered on Gina's fragile body and her feet rested on his shoulders. Craig gripped the back of the couch and he resumed thrusting his huge cock in her small tight cunt.

Craig's ass and balls bounced off Gina's ass, as he stuffed her cunt with his dick. Sweaty poured off both of their hot bodies and their crotches slapping together make loud noises. Gina moaned and hollered in pain yet it felt good to her.

"OHHHH YEAH! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Harder!" moaned Gina.

Pam got a good view of Gina's sweaty-glistening ass, jiggling and quivering from the pounding her cunt was receiving. Gina's snatch had become a huge hole for Craig's drilling beast.

Craig released Gina from that position and turned her around. Her face and chest was buried into the couch as Craig re-entered her cunt from behind. Craig rammed her cunt rapidly from behind. Her ass bounced off his crotch and he held onto Gina's shoulders. Gina bit into the couch, fighting her screams of pain. She could feel her cunt being stretched and ripped apart by Craig.

Pam got behind the action and smacked Craig's jiggling dark buttocks.

"Ride that slut Craig. Ride her hard!" urged Pam.

Craig gave Gina's cunt some long and slow thrusts. He moved from behind her and lied on the floor, with his giant pussy-wet cock poking towards the ceiling.

"Come sit," demanded Craig, as he stroked his enormous cock.

Gina hovered over Craig's dick and slowly lowered her swollen cunt down on it. She planted her legs on each side of his and Craig lifted his ass up and started thrusting his cock between her fat pussy lips.

Gina cried in pain as Craig viciously thrusted his cock deep inside her snatch. Craig planted his hands firmly on Gina's quivering ass cheeks and squeezed them. His massive balls bounced off her ass too. Gina pressed her hands on Craig's large biceps and took every vicious thrust Craig gave her. Her big tits swayed back and forth in Craig's face. Craig captured one between his lips and sucked on it hard. He then switched and sucked the other tit. 

"I'm CUMMMING!! OHHH GOD!" howled Gina, as she sat up and arched her back. Her pussy trembled and clamped around Craig's thrusting cock. Cum poured all over Craig's dick and balls. His pubic hairs were soaked by the cum and his thighs got drenched as well.

Craig drilled Gina's pussy as she came and felt his balls ready to explode.

Craig pushed Gina off his body and hovered over her. Gina opened her mouth wide and swallowed the first patch of Craig's thick cum as it gushed out in massive loads. Craig sprayed Gina's face with his cum. He got up close and rubbed his cockhead all over her cum-drenched face. He let his last drips of cum ooze out onto Gina's lips and she licked it up.

Pam got up close to Gina's cum-masked face with the camera.

"That was good Craig. Real good," Pam complimented. "We must scam another poor sucker real soon Craig."

Gina looked at Pam and Craig with no clue to what they were talking about. Gina was still naked and drenched in Craig's cum as Pam and him left her apartment with another victim under their belt.

You Owe Me



Author's Note: Those of you who routinely read my stories know that I often open with a sex scene, follow that with a sex scene, and close with a sex scene. This story is not like that. Just wanted to let you know in advance. Enjoy!

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Brian pushed against the large revolving doors, his laptop case slung over one shoulder. Coming out the other side, he thought the building was even quieter and emptier than normal. The tiny shops on either side of the wide concourse were closed, as was always the case at seven thirty in the morning. Ahead, the escalator hummed as one unused step after other rose to the second floor.

Beyond that, towering displays and advertisements in the middle of the floor blocked Brian's view of his ultimate goal: the coffee shop that would provide his much needed latte. Soon the distant lights of the shop were visible. Two customers—one coming and one going—were the only other people in sight.

Brian approached the shop with slightly more liveliness than usual because he found it nearly impossible to take his eyes off the customer in line. She had thick, brown hair down to her shoulders. She wore a top that hugged her thin body and a tight skirt that flared out below the knees, flapper-style.

He watched her fumble in her purse while he walked up behind her. The young girl behind the counter was preparing a drink and bagel. Meanwhile, the woman in the tight skirt frantically dug through her purse. She looked up at Brian.

If he was interested before, Brian was now totally entranced. Her large, green eyes were encircled by long, dark lashes, resulting in a doll-like appearance.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said in an exasperated tone. "Go ahead. I can't find my money."

She waved Brian ahead with one hand. He was tempted to say he'd wait, but she had turned away to put her purse on the counter.

The girl behind the counter looked at Brian. He said, "Large chai latte. And I'll pay for hers."

The woman next to him looked up.

"No. Really. I'll find it...," she said.

"It's OK," Brian said. "It's happened to me."

When the orders were ready, Brian handed the girl a ten dollar bill and waited for change. The green-eyed beauty looked embarrassed as she closed her purse and reached for her food.

"Thank you. But you shouldn't have," she said.

Brian backed away from the counter with his drink. The woman looked at him in earnest for the first time and a faint smile appeared.

"I could buy you lunch to make up for it," she said in a delicate voice.

They began slowly walking toward the same exit. The woman's youthful face once again captured all his attention. After a long pause, he said, "You could. And I'd probably agree."

"The Galleria? At Noon?"

"I can do that," Brian said.

"My name's Emily."

"Brian. Glad to meet you."

With full hands, they exchanged wide grins instead of handshakes.

"Thanks for rescuing me, Brian," Emily said as they continued their walk.

"It was the only way I knew to get my lunch paid for," Brian said.

Emily giggled. "Works every time?"

"Almost. And just so you know, I would have made a man find his money," Brian said.

Again, Emily's light laughter echoed in the nearly empty concourse. Brian watched her hair sway as she walked. He guessed her age to be about thirty. She had already correctly estimated him to be in his late forties. He was easily five inches taller, although she was not short by any means. Emily's entire presence seemed to mesmerize him.

"Well, I do appreciate it. I know I shoved a five in there this morning," she tried to explain.

"Just find it by noon," Brian answered.

They passed through the revolving door and were on the sidewalk when they realized they were going opposite directions.

"See you at the Galleria," she said.

"Noon," he said.

They went their separate ways. But neither of them went very long the rest of the morning without thinking of the other. Emily wondered if she'd just set up a lunch date with a convicted felon. Brian wondered if she only did it because she was embarrassed and felt obligated. They both felt more nervous than expected because of a definite, but unspoken, attraction to each other.

At eleven forty five, Emily was standing in front of a mirror in the ladies room, applying makeup and brushing her hair as if readying for the most important job interview she'd ever had. She found herself frowning at the fact her top had no buttons, denying her one of her favorite pastimes: flashing her ample cleavage.

She ran her hands down the length of her skirt, attempting needlessly to straighten a skirt that was already taut. With one last sideways glance at her ass, she exited the bathroom.

Brian spent considerably less time preparing. He ran his fingers through his hair as he opened the door to the Galleria, a large restaurant with cafeteria-style lines in the middle and seating around the outside.

Emily, and her impish grin, was waiting just inside.

"Hi. I'm glad you decided to come," she said.

Brian looked surprised. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I've been stood up before."

They began walking towards the end of the salad and sandwich line.

"Certainly not when you were buying, I hope," Brian said.

"Well, OK. Never then. But only because I don't do this every day," Emily said. "And is this line OK?"

"Fine with me," Brian agreed. "So, what do you do? For a living, I mean."

"I'm a paralegal."

"Really?" Brian said.

Emily looked up at him. "You're surprised?"

"I would have guessed swimsuit model."

She slapped him on the arm lightly. "Yeah, right."

"One more fantasy down the drain—having lunch bought by a swimsuit model."

"If I don't meet your specifications...," Emily said.

Brian jumped in during her pause. "Oh, you do. I'm sure you're a fine paralegal. But you'd make a better swimsuit model."

Despite her deep tan, Emily's blush was obvious. "How about you?" she asked.

"Well, obviously, I'm a male swimsuit model." He waited for her look of skepticism, and then added, "How about marketing director for a bank?"

Emily looked at him. "OK. Even if it's not true, it's impressive. And I'm surprised you still have a job."

"Yeah. It's been a tough couple years."

It was their time to order. Emily got a large Caesar salad and Brian ordered a Reuben.

"Well, that explains your figure," he said.

Emily scoffed at the remark. "What figure?"

She handed the cashier a debit card—not from Brian's bank—and was handed a number. Together, they sought out a seat to wait delivery of the food. Whether by design or luck, Emily took them to a fairly secluded spot in the corner.

During the ensuing small talk, Brian took another inventory of his new friend's features. Her hair seemed even fuller and more luscious to him than before; her bright eyes were not dimmed by the low light of the corner table; her high cheek bones and thin lips were those of a younger woman; and, the curve of her breasts hinted at a body built for love.

The discussion, and Brian's daydreaming, was cut short momentarily by the arrival of lunch. But before the meal was over, Emily had learned that Brian was divorced for two years. Brian learned that Emily was single and in town for one week while she helped out on a big case.

"I don't suppose you need a condo to stay in while you're here?" Brian asked.

Emily smiled. "Sorry. They put me in a hotel."

"Maybe next time," he offered.

"Maybe."

Emily loved his quick, dry humor, not to mention the rugged maturity of his face. Not once during the hour-long lunch did he make anything close to an inappropriate sexual remark, although the not-so-veiled invitation to stay at his place could have been considered borderline. She found his overall demeanor very refreshing.

So, she was not the least bit taken aback when he said, "If I'm not mistaken, my lunch cost considerably more than your breakfast. I think I owe you dinner to make up for it."

She tried to hide her obvious amusement in his continuation of the game. She said, "OK, but you have to choose. I've been here one day and this is the only place I know."

"Where are you staying?" he asked.

"The Wyndham."

"Very nice," Brian said. He thought for a second. "There's a steak house around the corner from there called Albert's. I'm sure they serve salads. Sound OK?"

Emily likely would have said 'Yes' to Quiznos. "Sounds marvelous."

"What time?" Brian asked.

After only a slight hesitation, Emily said, "Seven?"

"Meet you there?"

"I'll be there," she said. "Bring your credit card."

Brian laughed and felt an excitement he hadn't felt in, well, two years. In just five hours, his world had basically shrunk to the space surrounding the beautiful young woman sitting across from him. All he wanted to think about was her. All he wanted to do was be with her. One more time that day, it would happen.

Time seemed to stand still for both of them as they attempted to work their way through the day with the evening's plans always on their minds. Emily was more experienced in dating than Brian and, therefore, should have been the least anxious. But the age difference between her and Brian could not be discounted. Did he expect more from her because of her youth? Less? Should she act older? Younger?

Brian never sought out women Emily's age. He knew a few at work, but their immaturity put him off. Was it all in his mind? Was he really just too old to understand a thirty year old woman? Why did Emily accept his invitation?

With all the questions still unanswered, the work day came to an end and Emily walked back to the hotel while Brian drove home to change. Emily stopped at the front desk and asked about Albert's. She found out two things: It was expensive and it was a good thing she decided to pack a formal dress.

Emily wasted little time getting in the shower, knowing that it would take her a while to get ready afterwards. Her mind was hard at work as she washed, imagining every possible scenario: from the two of them wishing the meal would quickly end so they could part; to a scene in a darkened room with two bodies under the covers rolling together in ecstasy.

Emily's hand lingered between her legs as the thought of her and Brian making love became clearer and clearer. Only when her body started to react in an all-too-familiar manner did she come back to reality and get out of the shower. She dried in front of the mirror, analyzing every inch of her body as the towel progressed downward.

More questions came to mind: Did he prefer large or small breasts? Was she too short? Were her hips too big? Were her thighs too fat?

Then another question surfaced. Did any of it matter?

Maybe they'd eat, say 'Good night', and it would be over. That idea depressed Emily. Far too often, that was how it ended. But she had a good feeling about this one, for whatever reason. Maybe she was just that desperate.

Brian was changing into a comfortable shirt and sports coat. He showered and dressed in the amount of time it took Emily to shower.

Emily opened the very small hotel room closet and looked at the single formal dress hanging at the end of the rack. She stared at it as if attempting to instill some magical powers in the simple, black garment. Eventually, she pulled it off the hangar and spread it out on top of the bed. Satisfied that there were no wrinkles that needed immediate attention, she walked to the dresser and looked for the bra that went with the dress.

The fairly deep neckline called for a small, but supportive, bra that would finally allow Emily to show off what she considered her best physical attributes. Pantyhose offered the additional support she really didn't need below.

She wasn't a big user of makeup, but this was an occasion where the right combination was essential. She spent twice as much time as usual on her face. When that was done, her hair took several more minutes to get right.

Emily stood in front of the mirror, dressed and made up, with only a few minutes to spare. She adjusted the two inch wide straps on her dress and stood at every conceivable angle to view herself. The gentle curve inwards at her waist and subsequent outward curl of her hips and ass met with her approval. The wide hem of the dress hung elegantly at her knees. Her stylish heeled shoes matched the outfit perfectly.

She was ready.

Emily's first indication that she made the right choice occurred at the front door to the hotel. As she passed through the lobby, every eye was on her. She could almost feel the gazes of the men as she walked through the heavy door held open by the admiring young valet. She let her little purse swing freely as she walked, but that's not what the men were looking at.

Brian didn't expect her to be late. Something about her character made him believe she was a person who showed up on time and expected the same from her date. So, he wasn't surprised when she entered the restaurant at three minutes past seven.

He WAS surprised, pleasantly, by her stunning appearance. She hardly looked like the same woman who couldn't find her money almost twelve hours earlier. It wasn't just the height added by the heels, or the way she had her hair, or the magnificent black dress with the swooping neckline, or the makeup. It was all of those in one package.

Emily smiled at his somewhat perplexed look.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hi," he answered. Brian's eyes wandered quickly up and down. "You look...incredible."

"Thank you." Her natural shyness surfaced once more. "I wasn't sure what was appropriate."

"Let me tell you. THAT is always appropriate," he said, nodding at her dress.

"Are you hungry?" she asked.

He fought the urge to associate the question with her body. Instead, he turned toward the hostess and said, "Absolutely. I think we're ready."

Brian's ex-wife was not an exceptionally pretty woman. He was not used to walking through a restaurant with the head of every male turning to look at his date. It amused him, in a way, to watch their reaction to her fluid movement. Emily truly seemed to float as she walked.

They were seated. Brian asked Emily if she had a favorite drink. They settled on a pinot grigio wine. Both of them thought, individually, that the last thing they needed was to lose control because of alcohol. They would be sensible, or at least try to be.

Once established into a discussion of how their respective afternoons went, Brian had his first chance to take in the beauty of her body and the tasteful teasing nature of her dress. Clearly, her breasts were more than ample, with that splendid mixture of youthful firmness and mature fullness.

Her skin, from her forehead down to her cleavage, was flawless. A dark, but natural, tan added luster to the already perfect texture. Every inch of her—that he could see—begged to be touched and caressed.

The main course arrived before discussion of personal lives began. Emily admitted to being a fan of all things 'reality', smooth jazz, Wii Fit, and sailing. She left out her love of casinos, fearing a conservative Brian might lecture her in return.

Brian concentrated on books and movies, assuming the younger female probably could care less about sports and his favorite casino slot machines.

"Do you date a lot?" Brian asked.

"Not as much as I'd like to," she declared. "Maybe I'm too picky. Or ugly."

Brian almost choked on his potatoes. "Too picky, perhaps. Don't lose sleep over the looks, OK? But how picky can you be if you go to dinner with me?"

"I let my guard down. If you prefer, I won't let it happen again."

"No. I like you with your guard down," he said. "Please let it happen again."

"Do you pick up women at coffee shops often?"

"Not as often as I'd like," he said, watching for her response. "Most of my dates are friends of friends. It rarely works."

Emily nodded. She could relate to the added pressure of dating somebody who knows somebody you know. Without a doubt, everything that happens...or doesn't happen...makes it back to the mutual friend, with sometimes dire consequences.

"What are you looking for in a woman?" Emily asked to Brian's surprise.

He studied her for a moment, realizing he was staring straight at the correct answer to her question. But he wasn't foolish enough to even try it. Instead, he said, "Maturity; looks; a sense of humor; intelligence."

After a short pause, he added, "Wealth."

Emily giggled. "Then why did you invite me to dinner?"

"Four out of five ain't bad."

She smiled. "This is why I like men your age. Looks are just one of many factors for you."

"I didn't say I listed them in the correct order," Brian said.

"So my intelligence won you over."

"God knows it wasn't your wealth," he said.

Emily laughed.

He said, "Your turn. List all the picky things you look for."

"I like your list. But I would add sincerity. Truthfulness. I'm tired of being lied to."

Her somber expression indicated the seriousness of her statement. A brief silence followed as they ate.

"Would you believe me if I told you you were a strikingly beautiful young woman who is a lot of fun to be around?"

Emily's heart pounded and she had to stop eating. The impact of the sentence caused her to lean back in her chair and look up at Brian. Her wide eyes sparkled.

"That's the nicest thing anybody ever said to me. Thank you, Brian."

He thought he heard her voice trembling. But his intent wasn't to throw her off. He was simply stating the truth, as he saw it. The words were almost as difficult for him to say as they were for Emily to comprehend.

"I can't imagine anybody with an opportunity to be with you blowing the chance by lying," Brian said.

"Well, trust me. I've heard it all."

With each passing minute, the novelty of being with a man like Brian pleased Emily more and more. He spoke frankly. He looked her in the eyes when he talked...and when he didn't talk. He was polite and funny.

She uncrossed her legs to change positions in the seat and accidentally kicked him under the table.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, but the brief contact sent a chill through her body. That single touching of her foot on his leg was enough to cause her stomach to jump. Deep inside, she wanted to touch him again; really touch him.

Emily thought for a moment about what would happen after the meal was paid for. She decided to be proactive.

"What are your plans after dinner?" she asked.

"I have none."

"Would you come back to the hotel with me so we can talk some more?" Emily asked shyly.

"Sure, if you think you can stand being with me."

"I can stand it. Thanks."

Both had a strange combination of feelings after that. They were relieved that the uncomfortable situation of what to do as they left the restaurant was resolved. But, the anticipation of what would ultimately happen was palpable. Neither one of them ordered dessert, for fear of not being able to eat it due to nerves.

Brian signed for the meal and put his credit card back in his wallet. Emily watched silently. And then said, "I think you're ahead again. I owe you."

Brian looked up at her. "I think we're out of meals, aren't we?"

Emily smiled. "I'll have to think of something."

Their eyes met and the attraction between them took another giant leap forward. A day's worth of yearning was reaching a critical stage. Emily reached out her shoe and lightly touched Brian's calf. This time, she didn't apologize.

"We better get going," Brian said.

He allowed her to lead the way out of the restaurant, into the darkness of the evening. Once on the sidewalk, she unexpectedly put her arm around his elbow. He squeezed her arm gently.

"Thank you for a wonderful meal. I enjoyed it very much," she said.

"I enjoyed it, too. You really do look incredible," he said, and then paused. "But, that's not a major criteria for me, remember."




You Owe Me



She laughed as they quickly approached the hotel. "Men are all the same," she said with fake disgust. "I'll just have to live with it."

"Or date women," Brian suggested.

"Not likely," she assured him.

Her trip through the hotel lobby was met with the same gawking as before, regardless of the man walking next to her. For all the fun she liked to have flashing cleavage, the attention she was receiving because of her dress was almost overwhelming her. She felt very secure once the elevator door closed behind them. She allowed her body to lightly touch Brian's. They both would have killed for that elevator to get stuck halfway.

But the door eventually opened and Emily led the way while pulling out her key card.

"I'm surprised you found it," Brian kidded her.

She looked back over her shoulder. "Don't you have to get home?"

"OK. OK. No more 'Emily can't find anything' jokes."

She unlocked the door. "Good. Now come on in. Please."

Brian couldn't remember the last time he entered a hotel room with a woman who wasn't his wife. He was pretty sure it never happened. If it did, he was too drunk to remember or enjoy it. On this occasion, he had all his faculties and fully intended to enjoy every extra second he had with Emily.

He felt a little bit like he was in an old movie. Bogart and Bacall. Except there was no hazy smoke or bottles of scotch sitting around.

Emily locked the door and laid her purse on the dresser. "I'm afraid I don't have anything to offer you to drink," she said apologetically.

Brian sat on the couch. "That's OK. I'm fine."

Emily joined him, an arm's length away on the other half of the tiny sofa. She crossed her legs and pulled gently on the bottom of her dress. At the restaurant, the table prevented Brian from getting such a look at her slender, yet firm, legs. He made no attempt to hide his short, appreciative glance.

"Between the outfit you wore to work and this dress, I'd say you feel comfortable dressed up. Is that true?" Brian said.

"I prefer jeans and a t-shirt," Emily said truthfully. "I'm a small city girl. Maybe because of that, I enjoy putting on dressier clothes every now and then. It doesn't bother me."

"I'm sure you look good in anything. I'll choose McDonald's if we ever eat out again just to find out."

"Oh, please," she complained. "I'll pay for something better. No matter who owes who. Or is that 'whom'? I never know."

Brian smiled. "I get the idea. You're buying."

After a pause, Emily said, "I'll hate leaving on this trip. I've had fun already."

"I'm glad," Brian said. "But I'm thinking you'd find a way to have fun with or without me."

"That's not necessarily true. I'm not a big flirt," Emily said, knowing she was not being entirely honest.

At the same time she spoke, she turned to face him more directly, causing the dress to ride up her creamy thighs.

"The prettiest women don't have to flirt."

She blushed and looked down at the floor. "You can never be too safe. Sometimes it's better to flirt anyway."

"What's your favorite flirt technique?" Brian asked with a playful grin.

Emily was more than happy to play along. "Unbutton an extra button. Don't wear a bra. Kick the guy under the table and make it sound accidental."

Brian tried not to laugh. "So you didn't get to flirt much tonight, did you? You have no buttons to unbutton. I don't know about the bra, but I would bet you have one on. And the kicking was accidental, wasn't it?"

"The first one was."

She looked at him and leaned back so that she was almost lying on her side. "And it's getting late."

"You can start any time," Brian said quietly. "Give me your best flirt."

Emily lifted her right leg and swung it onto Brian's leg. With a quick jerk of her foot, her shoe fell off. She repeated the process with her other leg, showing plenty of skin in the process. When she let her legs rest near his lap, Brian ran his fingers up and down the hose-covered skin.

"That works," he said.

"So, what's YOUR favorite flirt technique?" she said.

Brian thought for a moment, his hand resting on Emily's calf. He debated just how far he wanted to go with a woman he knew for less than one day. He chose the middle ground.

"I like a slow tease. A gradual buildup to the critical moment," he explained.

Emily put her feet back on the floor and rose from the couch. She moved a couple feet in front of him and faced Brian. Out of her heels, she looked more petite. But still very sexy.

She reached inside the bottom of her dress with both hands and slowly raised them to her waist. Just as she was about to expose herself to him, she began to pull down on her pantyhose. Emily bent at the waist as she lowered the stockings, presenting a silhouette of her curvaceous body. Gingerly, she stepped out of the pantyhose one foot at a time.

Brian didn't know where to look. Her breasts came dangerously close to falling out of her dress. Her ass nearly appeared from under the hem. Her bare legs were tanned and inviting.

Emily momentarily stood before Brian with her hands behind her back and a devilish grin on her face. Then she slowly walked toward him. When she got to his legs, she put her feet outside of his and moved closer. She ended up sitting on top of his knees.

"Something like that?" she asked.

"I think I'm dealing with an expert."

Emily reached down and took hold of Brian's hands. She pulled them across the top of her legs until they were under her dress. Then she let go and allowed Brian to linger wherever he wanted, hoping he'd move them even higher. He did.

Brian soon surmised she did not have panties on. His hands felt the cool skin of her upper legs and the beginning of the gentle curve of her ass. Still no panties.

They were looking into each others eyes. Emily leaned forward and brought her face closer to his. Their lips parted in anticipation of the kiss that was about to happen.

Their lips met and a soft kiss began. Emily nudged herself forward and Brian's hands cupped the top of her ass. The kiss became more passionate. Brian squeezed her soft skin a little harder.

Emily's tongue found Brian's and they moaned softly in unison. The attraction between them had built up over one short day, but both of them felt the outpouring of a long-restrained need for a partner of the opposite sex. Brian pulled her closer, so that Emily's ass was now squarely in his lap. He reached under her to feel her small, but firm, cheeks. She could feel his ever-growing erection.

Emily wrapped her arms around Brian's neck and they were officially in the midst of a long, hard, and fervent embrace. She leaned into him harder. He felt her body on his. The heat became evident through their clothes.

The combination of Brian's hands under her dress and Emily's constant scooting forward caused her bare pussy to finally make contact with the substantial bulge in his pants. For both of them, it was all that was needed to push them over the edge.

A loving embrace turned into foreplay of various means. Brian lifted Emily's dress and let his hands wander over the entirety of her lower body. Emily ground her pussy into his lap, seeking out the hard cock inside his pants.

Emily was the first to cave in to her most natural instincts. She reached down and pulled her dress up, swiftly pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. Once both of them fully realized what had just happened, they slowed down and Brian took a good, long, hard look at the beautiful body that was in front of him.

The tiny bra delicately held her breasts in place, just inches from his face as she sat very upright in his lap. Her bare stomach, hips and legs seemed to crave his touch. The intimate space between her legs displayed just a wisp of closely cut hair.

He was staring at her bra, and breasts.

"Take it off, Brian. Please."

He reached behind her, fumbled for a second, and then found the hook to her bra. He removed it as if something might break if he moved too fast. The bra fell to the floor and his eyes returned to the luscious breasts.

Emily's nipples were hard. He knew he would get to touch them; lick them; whatever she wanted him to do. But he didn't go there, yet. He admired the fullness of her chest first and waited for her to invite him.

Emily welcomed his calm approach. She was ready for him, but was excited even more by his maturity. She began to unbutton his shirt. When it was off, she leaned into him again to kiss, this time feeling his bare skin against hers and the resulting flutter inside her pussy.

She hoped Brian didn't notice how her hands shook when she reached for his belt. She continued to kiss him to try to keep his eyes and mind occupied. Emily had his belt open and his pants unzipped before she backed away.

She looked down at the white shorts that appeared inside his pants. Emily pushed herself off his knees and leaned over, grabbing the top of his pants in the process. She pulled them down, stopping only to take off his shoes and socks. With Brian down to just shorts, she moved up to him again.

Her eyes never seemed to wander from his cock. The outline of the thick, hard shaft was clearly visible and she ran her palm up the entire length one time. The tip was under the waistband of his underwear, so it didn't take much for her to expose it. The swollen head was her first hint at what was to follow. As Emily pulled Brian's shorts down, the size of his cock sent all new shivers through her body.

She got Brian naked before crawling between his legs and looking up at his lustful eyes. He tenderly ran his fingers through her hair.

"Don't do anything you don't want to do," he told her with all sincerity.

"But I want to do it all," she whined.

He smiled nervously. "Then don't let me stop you."

Emily giggled that familiar laugh that Brian was learning to love. He watched her run her fingers up and down his shaft in preparation of what was to come. He hoped...he prayed...that he would last long enough to enjoy it.

Emily kissed the tip of Brian's cock. She licked him one time. And then again, from the base to the top with the widest part of her tongue. She felt the cock twitch and throb a little harder. Emily began to imagine it deep inside her body and she, too, began to throb.

It wasn't long before Emily spread her lips and engulfed the upper half of Brian's cock with her mouth. She focused her tongue on the sensitive underside of the tip, but her lips seemed to be everywhere else. Brian closed his eyes as she applied more and more pressure and began a slow, rhythmic bobbing of her head.

On about the third trip down the cock, Emily's lips came in contact with his balls. She waited for a second, and then pulled back up. Brian had never experienced anything so good. His soft moans urged Emily on.

Brian never put his hand on her head. He didn't have to. She knew what he wanted and she knew how to provide it.

The sweet taste of his precum told Emily it was time to change tactics.

She let the cock slide out of her mouth and she moved forward so her breasts touched it. Emily rubbed him with her tits for a moment, and then held the cock in place in her cleavage as she slid up and down. Another drop of clear fluid appeared and Emily used her nipple to wipe him clean. A short string of precum extended between the cock and her tit before finally breaking.

With a grin on her face, Emily moved up and placed the nipple in front of Brian's lips. He eagerly licked her clean and bit tenderly on the erect nipple.

She was back in his lap, the throbbing cock rubbing against her pussy. Emily and Brian were both ready to end the foreplay.

"I want you, Brian," Emily said softly. "I want you inside me."

"Here, or the bed?" he asked.

Emily gracefully slid off his body and moved to the side of the bed. She lowered herself onto her back, with her legs hanging over the side.

"Right here," she said, looking up at him.

Brian's stiff cock pulsed at the sight of her young, lithe body spread out before him. Her breasts rose from her chest. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Her thighs were silky and soft.

Brian managed to look back up at her face one more time as he approached her. Her hair lay disheveled around her, but those eyes...those magnificent eyes could never look anything but enticing.

Emily spread her legs. Brian stepped between them and ran his fingers up the outside of her thighs. Eventually he was close enough to let his cock rest on top of her exposed pussy. He reached up and dragged the tips of her fingers across her tits, stopping long enough to pinch her nipples and produce a moan of pleasure from Emily.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She nodded. "More than ready."

With his hands back down on her hips, Brian placed his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Emily was soaking wet and Brian was as hard as he'd ever been. This wasn't going to be difficult.

But he entered her slowly and watched her face. Emily's eyes were closed and her mouth open; her lips rounded into an 'O' of delight as he pushed deeper. By the time he was completely in and his balls were touching her ass, she was beginning to sigh out loud.

Brian put his hands under her ass and held her up as he began to pull his cock out and re-enter her. Emily voluntarily raised her hips another inch or two the faster Brian went. Soon, the sound of their bodies interacting filled the hotel room.

It was calm, cadenced sex at first. They both enjoyed the simple act and the release it was bound to generate. But lust had been building up during the day and it wouldn't take much to move the excitement level up a notch or two.

Emily initiated it with just a few words.

"That feels so good, Brian," she said. "Do it harder, please."

It was spoken as a request, but her voice had a tinge of desperation to it. Brian responded quickly when he felt her body tighten around his cock. He put his hands behind her ass and pulled her closer. He drove his cock into her harder, deeper and faster. 

"Yes. Yes!," Emily moaned.

The bed began to shake under her and Emily gripped the covers with both hands, forming two fists to match the tense nature of her legs and stomach. Every muscle in her body was starting to prepare for the inevitable orgasm Brian was leading her to. She was half embarrassed by the fact she was ready to cum so rapidly. But there was no controlling it.

"Oh God, Brian. Just like that! Harder!"

He disregarded any intentions of being gentle with her. She demanded more and he provided it. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her, combined with their bodies smacking together, was nearly louder than their mutual moans and groans.

He gazed at her breasts as they rolled back and forth as a result of his thrusts. Semi-coherent words of encouragement were haltingly spoken. She continued to squeeze his cock tighter.

"Ohhhh, yes! Yessss! Almost..."

Emily arched her back and tilted her head back.

"Fuck! Now. Now!"

Brian watched the young woman cum. She met every one of his thrusts with her own return push. She moaned, dug at the covers with her fingers, and rolled her head side to side in delight. He felt her juices gathering around his cock and the sound of their sex reached a new level.

Eventually, she finished and opened her eyes to look up at him. She smiled.

"Come here," she said, reaching up with both arms.

Brian dropped his body onto hers, never pulling out. They rolled onto the bed completely and hugged. Emily kissed him longer and harder than she had all night, continuing to push her body onto his and feeling him enter her and pull out at a slow rate. She forced them to roll some more until she was on top.

They settled into a comfortable position.

"That was wonderful," Emily said. "Now I want you to cum inside me."

"This won't take long," Brian warned her with a smile.

"Maybe I'll just have to tease you a bit and see if I can prolong it," she answered.

"Good luck."

She lifted her body until only the head of his cock was inside her. She looked down at him. "Do you want more of me or not?"

"You know I do."

Emily slid down so slowly Brian hardly knew she was moving. She contracted her muscles around him. And then she pulled up again.

He groaned involuntarily.

"Tell me what you want, Brian."

"I want to cum inside you," he said.

"Don't be so nice. Tell me what you really want."

He looked at her tousled hair; her cheeks flushed from sex; her beautiful eyes and lips; her tits as they hung in front of him.

"I want to fuck you, Emily."

She grinned. "That's much better. Now, let's fuck."

Emily lowered her body onto his and leaned forward. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. Brian massaged her smooth skin, letting the breasts rest in his palms.

"I love to have my nipples squeezed, Brian. Don't be afraid to hurt me," Emily said.

Each new insight into her preferences excited Brian even more, and he eagerly complied with her wishes. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and gripped them until he was sure it was causing pain. Emily's cries were clearly those of someone enjoying every second of what was happening to her. Their fucking increased in speed and intensity. Brian squeezed her tits even harder.

Before long, Brian was holding her by the ass. He told her he was close. She said she was, too. The bed creaked and skin slammed against skin.

"Ohhhhhh fuck, Emily."

"That's it, Brian. Cum for me."

He drove up into her a half dozen more times. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm...almost..."

"C'mon!"

That instant when everything seemed to freeze, when all feeling seemed to leave his body, was always Brian's favorite part of sex. The anticipation of cumming seemed to exclude any of the five senses. Time stood still. His cock was inside Emily from the tip to his balls. And he waited.

One second. Maybe two. It seemed like an eternity before the first blast of cum exploded out of his cock. The sound that he made could only be reproduced at that very instant, when his body gave in to the treatment given it by the beautiful woman in his lap.

The first shot was followed by another, and another. Emily urged him on, but he barely heard her. He just kept cumming and slamming his cock into her harder.

Brian didn't notice Emily's hand on her clit, furiously rubbing her most sensitive area. But he couldn't help but notice, and hear, the result of her masturbation. They came together. The combined juices poured out of Emily and down her thigh. They clung to each other in an attempt to keep the orgasms going all night.

But it was over much too quickly. Still, they were totally satisfied.

Emily fell onto Brian's body and they held each other silently for several minutes, occasionally rolling from side to side. The wetness between their legs was a cool, damp mess that they accepted as the price of successful sex.

The first to speak was Brian.

"You owe me."

Emily looked at him with wide eyes of surprise. "I owe you?"

"You owe me an orgasm."

"The day is getting more expensive by the hour," she said.

Emily wrapped Brian in her arms and rolled the two of them under the covers with a playful giggle. Her head drifted between his legs. Payment would come via her mouth. 



You Owe Me



"Good morning, sunshine. Were you able to get through that list last night?" Becky called out as she entered the conference room, smiling.

"Yea, I was here until 6:30 last night, but I got it done," Zack replied. Zack discreetly looked Becky up and down as she entered the room. 

"Tight white tank top, short black jogging shorts, and flip flops. Nice!" Zack silently thought to himself. 

Becky and Zack were both about 27 years old. Zack had been attracted to her from the very first time he met her at work two years ago. She had a very pretty face that reminded him a little of Ashley Judd. Becky's thick black hair was closely cropped, but very stylish. Her body was petite with a thin waist and very small, perky breasts. Her legs were tan and shapely from working out to prepare for the cross country trail runs she frequently competed in. Zack burned to know what it would be like to work out between those sinewy legs that walked into the room with that firm little butt.

Becky and Zack worked for a large company, and they had built a good friendship while working together over the years. Recently they were assigned a project to organize presentations by community groups for their annual United Way campaign. It was a project that added to their already generous workload. Last night Zack finished contacting the organization on the list to see which ones could make a presentation to their company. Becky, on the other hand, left early and Zack had to finish the work by himself. They decided to pull a little overtime and meet at work on Saturday morning to continue working on the project.

"I'm sorry that I stuck you with that. I'm serious when I said I owe you," Becky said apologetically as she put her bag on the floor, off to Zack's left.

"Don't worry about it. You'll help me out sometime, I'm sure," Zack smiled. "Anyway, I finished all the calls last night. I have all the information on a spreadsheet saved on my laptop. Do you want to take a look at this and let me know what you think?"

"Sure, let me take a look," Becky said as she walked around the table to peek at the glowing screen of Zack's laptop computer. She leaned in next to Zack to get a look at the screen. Zack quickly sneaked another glance at Becky as she leaned on her elbows. As she leaned down, her tight tank top rode up just enough to give Zack a flash of skin. His sly glance lingered at the band of exposed tan skin of Becky's back and belly. 

Becky could sense that Zack was glancing at her, but it didn't bother her at all. In fact, it flattered and even excited her. She'd always liked Zack, but was never quite comfortable with the ramifications of dating a co-worker. But she did think that he was cute and she enjoyed the times they spent together at work. So of course it was completely intentional when she arched her ass enough to let her tank top ride up to give Zack a peek at her body. She smiled ever so slightly as she caught him glancing at her bare belly. She even rocked her hips slightly from side to side just to add to the slight sense of sexual tension that was beginning to build.

"Well, I see that both the Boy Scouts and the Girl Scouts are interested in giving a presentation. I think it's best to choose one or the other. I don't know that I'd go with two scouting organizations. What do you think?" Becky asked.

A vision of Becky in a Girl Scout uniform briefly flashed through Zack's mind. Thoughts of a short, green mini skirt with an equally short little blouse that exposed her fit midriff filled his brief daydream. 

"Zack? What do you think?" Becky repeated, breaking Zack out of his little trance.

"Why not go with the Girl Scouts? All we know about them is that they sell cookies," Zack offered.

"I'm sure you'd like some cookies from some sweet young Girl Scout," Becky teased.

"Have any cookies you'd share?" Zack teased back.

"You wish." 

"You have no idea," Zack silently thought to himself.

"Well, let's make some decisions about this list. We should whittle it down to the ones we think will make the best presentation and can fit into a schedule," Becky declared.

"You want to pull up a chair and get a little more comfortable?"

"Nah, I'm fine standing. I sat all last week." Becky said. "Now, how about…."

Blah, blah, blah was all Zack really heard. He was more interested in looking at Becky than anything she said at that moment. Zack was mesmerized by her beautiful blue eyes as he gazed upon her face. As he looked at her, he realized that she wasn't wearing any makeup and she was still gorgeous. Her skin was smooth and perfect, and Zack thought that she was probably the prettiest woman he had ever seen. 

It was also rare that Zack saw her dressed so scantily. Usually Becky was dressed professionally; a business skirt or slacks that concealed her trim body. But since it was not a typical work day, she was dressed much more casually, and that tight white tank top was quite revealing. It was turning Zack on quite a bit.

"Uh, Becky," Zack's voice cracked. "Can you give me a minute? I need to go get something to drink."

"Sure, sure. Would you mind getting me a bottle of water while you're at the machine? I'll keep looking over this list." 

As Zack left the room, Becky stood up to watch him leave. She did her very best to stifle a slight giggle as she could sense Zack getting turned on from the situation. She was enjoying the little game she was playing this Saturday morning, sensing the effect she was having on him. 

While Becky reveled in the moment, Zack was fighting to regain his composure as he walked down the hall to get a couple bottles of water from the vending machine. His mind was wandering as he walked down the hallway, thinking about Becky and that white tank top. 

"Shoot. She never gave me any money." Zack said to himself as he slid his dollar in for a bottle of water. "Oh well, she can owe me, though that white tank top has been payment enough. " He grinned to himself.

When Zack approached the doorway, he stopped and just ogled Becky. She was still standing, but was bent over as she peered at the laptop screen. She was stretching her body with her legs slightly spread and her palms resting on the table on either side of the computer. She looked up when she finally realized that Zack was staring at her.

"What?" she smiled with a slight giggle.

"That's two you owe me. You didn't give me anything for the water," Zack managed.

"What do you want for it?" she asked.

"You," Zack bravely replied.

"Come again?" Becky said as she stood upright.

A rush of courage came over Zack. "I have to admit, I've liked you for quite awhile, Becky." His courage was still there, but he wasn't quite sure how to say what he really wanted.

"And?" Becky grinned as she put her hands on her hips.

"Well, you do owe me for last night and for this cool drink of water." Zack nervously smiled.

"Oh, do I?" Becky said in mock defiance.

"Not to mention the other times I've helped you in the past," Zack continued as he closed the door to the conference room.

"And?" 

"And I think you might like me a little bit too." Zack grinned as he moved closer to Becky.

"You think?" Becky replied with mock sass as she shifted her hips.

"I do think," Zack replied as he touched Becky's thigh with the cold bottle of water.

"Yipe. You're so bad." Becky jumped as the icy cold plastic touched her bare thigh.

"Maybe," Zack said as he grabbed Becky's arm to pull her close.

Zack took a chance and kissed her. To his pleasant surprise, she returned the kiss, their tongues weaving together. Zack dropped the water bottle on the floor as he grabbed her hips to pull her close. Becky wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him tightly. She wrapped a leg around the back of Zack's thigh, pushing up the fabric of his shorts as their kiss continued. Zack loved the feel of Becky's smooth calf brushing against the back of his own bare leg. Becky's reaction to his kiss made him feel warm, while the touch of her skin got him even hotter.

They kissed each other for a long time, locked in their embrace as their hands ran up and down each other's bodies. Their tongues darting from mouth to mouth, swirling and churning with newfound passion as their bodies were grinding against each other. Both Zack and Becky were breathing hard as they kissed, while they caressed each other over the thin cotton of their casual Saturday clothes.

Zack's legs were becoming weak from the intensity of their kissing and groping. He slowly backed into an office chair and sat down. Becky collapsed onto Zack's lap, straddling him with her legs locked around his waist. Zack could feel Becky's heart beating against his chest as she pressed her body close. His own heart was pounding and his hands were almost shaking as he gently slid them underneath the soft cotton of the tight, white tank top that clung to Becky's sexy figure. 

Zack slipped the bottom of Becky's top up, revealing the lace of her bra. He continued to push the tank top over her head, pulling it free from her body and tossing it aside. He unhooked the clasp at the front of her bra, parting the lacy material to reveal her pert little breasts. Softly, he ran his fingertips over her chest, feeling the warmth of her flesh. Her skin goose pimpled with excitement and her pink little nipples began to harden in response to his delicate touch. 

Becky gasped as Zack gently pinched her hard little nubs, gently rolling the rosy little bud between his forefinger and thumb. Then he carefully pulled them, teasing Becky with his touch. She arched back, panting as she acquiesced to the whim of Zack's playful touch. Zack released her tender nipples from his teasing fingers as he brought his face close to her chest. He could feel her heart pounding as he kissed the cleft between her petite breasts.

Zack slowly licked and nibbled his way to the hard little nipple on her right breast, now red from his attention. Softly, he let his teeth drag across the erect nub, gently teasing it between his teeth before licking and sucking it into his warm, wet mouth. Zack's tongue circled and flicked over the little protuberance. Then, he focused the same attention on Becky's opposite breast. Nibbling, sucking, licking, and kissing. She was moaning and gasping, her back arched to push her chest to receive his touch as her fingers clamped onto Zack's thigh.

He lifted Becky up off his lap, standing her up on the floor in front of him. He slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of her jogging shorts, pulling them down past her knees and letting them drop to the floor. Becky wore no panties underneath the shorts, just the nylon liner, which was soaked from her excitement. She kicked the shorts away as she now stood in front of Zack completely naked.

Zack admired her gorgeous body for a moment, taking in her pert little breasts, firm stomach, and legs toned from miles of running. The little strip of trimmed, blondish-brown fur concealed her flower, but the nectar that clung to the little hairs exposed her excitement. Zack pulled her close to bring her pussy right up to his face. Her legs were slightly parted as she stood in front of him. Gently, he nuzzled the moist patch of fuzz and teased it with his tongue. 

Becky arched back, pushing her mound closer to Zack's mouth as his tongue continued to tease and lick as she gasped softly. Her hips were rocking back and forth, prodding him to lick further and deeper. Her voice shaking, she said, "Oh yes Zack, lick me like that."

Becky leaned back, placing her hands on the edge of the table and placed one bare foot on the seat next to Zack. She arched back to expose her sweet pussy to him and give easier access. Zack pulled closer and leaned forward, nibbling and licking his way from her knee up Becky's thigh to her wet pussy lips. Placing his hands on the inside of her supple thighs, his tongue fervently licked her dripping, pink lips. Up and down he licked, feeling her thighs quiver with pleasure. Zack probed deeper with his tongue, sliding it between her lips. His nose rubbing against her clit as his tongue dove deeply inside her drooling slit. Becky ground her crotch against his face, feeling Zack's nose slide against her pink little nub as he fucked her opening with his tongue. They were both panting and gasping for breath.

Zack's mouth and chin were coated with a slick glaze of Becky's juices, his licking now focused on her swollen clit. Ravenously, he licked and sucked the soft nub as he easily slid two fingers deep inside her lubricated pussy. She gasped loudly as Zack penetrated her hot opening as he continued licking her. Becky's hips bucked back and forth, fucking his fingers back as he pulled them in and out. 

Becky's body was shaking hard as Zack licked and fingered her pussy, but she wanted more than just his fingers inside her. 

"Stop, Zack, I need to sit down." 

Zack let go of Becky and pulled back, leaning back in the office chair. Becky took a step forward and sat on Zack's lap, straddling him, her nude body pressed against him as she kissed his lips. She ran her hands down to his waist, under his shirt to pull it up over his head and tossing it aside. Their breathing came in ragged breaths as Becky ran her fingernails over the bare skin of Zack's manly chest. Her nails left a wake of pink trails as she scuffed them along his body. Gently she pinched Zack's nipples, stretching the red buds as she tenderly rolled them between her forefinger and thumb. Zack gasped as she played with his nipples.

"You like that Zack? You like having your nipples played with?" Becky whispered in a husky voice.

"Oh, yes," Zack softly gasped as his body writhed with pleasure.

"Let's get you out of these shorts."

Becky lifted herself off of Zack's lap and knelt in front of him. He lifted his hips as Becky slid both his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. His hard cock was pulled down by the waist band, and then snapped back to point straight up. He kicked his shorts aside, sitting in the chair in front of Becky, totally nude. Becky ran her tongue the length of his hard shaft, flicking the tip of her tongue over the quivering head.

But Becky wanted more. She stood up and straddled Zack, his cock sliding against her slippery pussy lips. Back and forth she bucked her hips, letting the full length of his cock slide between her pussy lips, over her slavering opening, coating him with her sweet juices. Back and forth her hips continued to push, letting his entire length slide against her clit, from his swollen little head down the entire span of his shaft to the little bush of fur at the base. She shifted her hips and reached down to guide him inside. Zack easily slid into her as she settled on his lap, completely burying his cock inside as she leaned forward. Their warm bodies ground against each other in an embrace as they kissed. The feel of Becky's nipples teasing against his own drove Zack insane with ecstasy. 

Becky arched back as she bucked her hips up and down. She rode him in a steady rhythm; up and down their bodies clapped with each thrust. Zack's thick shaft was steadily sliding in and out of Becky's sweet hole like a piston into a chamber in low gear. Becky's small breasts shook with each thrust as her body bounced up and down. Becky and Zack gasped and moaned with each thrust. 

"Stand up," Zack gasped his demand.

Becky stood up, extricating Zack from her sopping pussy. He guided her to turn around. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the meeting table to support her weight as she spread her legs wide. Zack put his hands on her waist as he plunged his cock into her warm hole. Becky squealed as he slid all the way in, the crinkled skin of his sack brushing against her sensitive clit. 

Zack gripped Becky's hips. Tiny beads of perspiration had formed on her back as Zack pumped her from behind. At first, Zack's thrusts came in a slow, steady pace. But it didn't take long for him to pick up his pace. Soon, his pistoning cock was in high gear as his hips thrust back and forth. Both Zack and Becky could feel the tight, tingling sensation of their burgeoning orgasms. 

Zack was the first to let go. His cock pulsed as his balls pulled in close to his body. With one final thrust, he plunged his shaft deep inside Becky, burying himself all the way to the base. His cock spurted stream after stream of hot cum deep inside Becky's palpitating tunnel. 

Zack's explosion was the catalyst that sent Becky over the brink. She bucked her hips for one final ride on Zack's spewing cock as her own body released in pleasure. Her thighs shook as she lustfully cried out in pleasure. Spasms of climax tore through her body as she clutched the table to keep from falling over. Becky's quivering legs could barely hold her up. For several moments the two spent lovers rested against the table, Zack's softening member still inside Becky. They let the final throbs of orgasm dissipate before they slumped into separate chairs. Becky picked up one of the bottles of water and greedily slurped the cool liquid.

"Do I still owe you for this?" Becky joked.

"I can always get you another bottle if this is the repayment," Zack needled back. 

Zack looked forward to more Saturdays working with Becky on projects.



You Owe Me



This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe

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In the backstage area shortly after the January 13, 2006 edition of Friday Night Smackdown on the night where Randy Orton, the substitute for the injured Booker T, defeated Chris Benoit in the Best of Seven Series match making Booker T once again the WWE United States Champion, the former Miss Black America Sharmell is along side her husband and the new WWE United States Champion, Booker T. Sharmell opens a bottle of champagne and the champagne fizzes out of the top of the bottle. Booker grabs to glasses.

Sharmell nods her head and smiles "Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' bout! My baby, the Undisputed United States Champion!" Sharmell says before she kisses Booker on the lips and then hugs him, while he supports himself up with the use of the crutches. Sharmell pours herself a glass and a glass for her husband. Sharmell is dressed in a red beauty pageant-like gown, long black gloves and silver tiara on top of her head.

Booker smiles as he shrugs the US Championship belt off of his shoulder to look at it, "That's right baby, We're back on top, and there's nothing Benoit or Teddy Long can do about it." Booker moves to pour himself a glass of champagne when Randy Orton, the man who pinned Benoit so Booker T could reclaim the US championship, comes walking towards them.

Randy pats Booker on the back and smirks, "Man that gold looks good on you..."

"Thank man, you know, I've felt naked with it," Booker replies with a wide grin on his face. "And we got you to thank for it," Booker adds as he puts an arm around Sharmell while balancing all of his weight on one of the crutches.

Sharmell places her left on hand on her hip and nods "That's right baby..." Sharmell says as she pats her hands against the United States belt "And Chris Benoit, he ain't got nothin' on you baby!" Sharmell says with a laugh toward Booker.

"That's all well and good... but it's now time for that little thing you owe me..." Randy says with a cocky smirk.

Booker looks at him with a concerned look, "Hey man, I know you were substituting for me... but I'm injured... I can't give you a title shot."

Sharmell nods "That's right...that's right..." Sharmell then puts her finger up in the air "And even if you did challenge my man, Booker T...he would still whoop your ass!" Sharmell says placing both hands on her hips as she looks at Randy Orton.

"Whoa... whoa... whoa..." Randy holds up his hands and laughs a little, "I don't want a title shot... I want something else..."

"What's that dawg?" Booker asks with a confused look on his face. Randy smirks a bit, followed by licking his lips as he starts glancing Sharmell.

"I want... her..." Randy replies, as he doesn't hide the fact that he's checking the ebony beauty out.

Booker gets up set and throws down one crutch, "Say what?!" He hops a bit and gets in Randy's face, "That's my wife!"

Randy smirks again, "I know.... and you owe me."

Sharmell puts both of her hands up "Oh no you didn't!" Sharmell yells "Oh hell no! Hell...no!" Sharmell shakes her head "Just who the hell do ya think you are!?"

Randy smirks, "I think I'm the man who got the US Title for Booker... and the one who told Booker he would owe me for doing that favor for him..."

Booker shakes his head, "Hell no Randy, Ain't no way that's going down..."

Randy chuckles, "It's either that... or I demand a title shot... and take that US title from you and kill off a WCW Legend..."

Sharmell opens her mouth in shock and then looks back at Booker T "Oh! Just who does he thinks he's talkin' to?"

I don't think he knows baby," Booker says as he glares at Randy who is licking his lips as he tilts his head to look at Sharmell's backside. Booker shoves Randy with one arm to get his attention, "Hey! Keep your eyes off my wife, I don't know what you got going on in your head, but there ain't no way you're going to get anything like that from me, sucka!"

Randy smirks, "The clock is ticking Book, I could just go to Teddy Long and get my title shot next week, and with you being on crutches, hitting you with the RKO will be easy, and besides you... both owe me." Randy then locks his eyes with Sharmell, "I could've backed out after she hit me with the crutch a few weeks ago, but I stayed around, and I need something for all the trouble I've been through for you two."

Sharmell leans forward and pokes Randy in the chest with her finger "Now you listen here..." Sharmell begins to rant.

Booker raises his hands, "Whoa baby... he's right... we owe him... big time..." Randy smirks as he sees the expression on Sharmell's face after she hears what Booker just said.

Sharmell turns to Booker with an offended and shocked look on her face "What!? Excuse me! Excuse me..." Sharmell snaps her head

"You hit him with the crutch in match 5 with Benoit and got him DQ... we know he's the only guy who would sub for me, well him and that tapping fool Orlando Jordan... we owe him."

Sharmell looks back at Randy "I suppose you're right baby..."

"I know I am..." Booker says as he looks at Randy, "This is just a one night thing sucka... ain't going to be no retries..."

Randy grins, "All I ask for is one night, and believe me... it'll be memorable for me... and for Sharmell..." Randy looks at Sharmell again and has a lustful gaze in his eyes. Sharmell looks away from Randy with a disgusted look.

Later in the night, at Randy's hotel room at the Philadelphia Marriott in the Center City section of the city, he is opening the door to his room with his room card-key. He grins at Sharmell as he pushes the door open and holds it open, "Ladies first..." Randy smirks as he motions with his right arm for her to enter.

Sharmell walks into the hotel room with her arms folded, once inside she turns around and glares at Randy "Now you listen up...."

Randy closes the door after he enters and slips off his black suit jacket, "All right, I'll listen..." Randy says as he licks his lips as he again looks at her body.

"Oh...you're not lookin' at me like that..." Sharmell shakes her head "Oh hell no!"

"Hey..." Randy smirks as he places a hand on her left hip, "Your husband owes me... I'll look at you how I want tonight..."

Sharmell glares at Randy "This betta be quick!"

"Quick, slow, doesn't matter.... because you're going to be with the Legend Killer tonight..." Randy moves his hand from her hip to caress her cheek with the back of his fingers. "Now how about you slip out of your gown."

"Oh...wait just a minute! You don't tell me what to do!"

"Listen, this night is about what I want... I'll tell you what to do and you'll do it..." Randy says as he un-tucks his shirt and begins unbuttoning it. Sharmell places her hands on her hips with a stubborn face and looks away as Randy removes his shirt revealing his nicely muscular, smooth abs and chest. Randy grins and takes advantage of Sharmell not looking at him to step behind her to slowly unzip her gown, followed by slowly pushing it down her body before she could react to him unzipping her gown.

Sharmell glances down as her gown slides off her smooth, brown skinned body. Sharmell sighs "You really want it?"

"You have no idea how much I want it..." Randy replies as he moves his hands over her body as he stands behind her. He tilts his head a bit and places a few kisses on her neck and right shoulder.

Sharmell steps away as shakes her head as she now stands in her light blue matching bra and panties "Wait...if we're gonna do it...we're gonna do it right...you got that?"

Randy grins, "There's only one way to do it... and that's right way..." Randy looks up and down her almost nude body as he begins to unbuckle his belt. Sharmell just looks at Randy as she gets down onto her knees in front of him. She reaches up and finishes unbuckling Randy's belt. She unzips his pants and tugs them down. His pants fall to his ankles and he steps out of them leaving Randy just in his black boxer-briefs. Randy smiles down at her as his cock rises in his boxer-briefs, forming a very impressive sized bulge. Randy licks his lips as he starts to push down his boxers but Sharmell stops him.

"Hold on baby...I'll do it!" Sharmell says with an attitude as she pulls Randy's boxer-briefs down the rest of the way unveiling his stiffening cock. Sharmell shrugs a bit "Not bad for a white boy..." Sharmell says as she raises an eyebrow up at Randy. She then wraps both of her hands around his shaft and begins to move her hands up and down his shaft. Sharmell leans her head down and flicks her tongue against the head of Randy's cock, which really gets his attention.

"Mmmm... that's better than what I hoped it would be..." Randy moans a bit, but it's not noticeable as lifts off Sharmell's tiara and reaches over to set it on top of the hotel room dresser. Sharmell opens her mouth and takes Randy's impressively sized white cock into her warm, mouth. Sharmell wraps her black lips tightly around his shaft and begins to move Randy's cock in and out of her moist mouth.

"Mmmm damn Sharmell... you're really loving that white cock of mine..." Randy moans as he moves one hand through her hair. Randy begins to move his hips to feel more of his cock move past her ebony lips. Sharmell loosen her grip around his cock slightly as she begins to bob her head more quickly on his long, hard shaft. Sharmell works her tongue around his shaft as she sucks, patting her tongue on the underside of his shaft as well.

"Fuck yea... that's it, suck that big white dick..." Randy groans in pleasure as he closes his eyes to just feel what Sharmell is doing to him. He tilts his head back and mumbles, "Love to taste that brown sugar of your pussy... or better yet... fuck it..."

Sharmell lifts her head up slowly from Randy's cock and licks her lips. Sharmell unclasps her bra and slides the bra off of her chest; she then slides down her panties. Sharmell stands up folds her arms; now completely nude "Do you think... you can take Miss Black America?"

Randy grins, "I can handle anything you got... the real question is, can you take on The Legend Killer..." Randy asks as he places both of his hands on her waist to guide her to the large bed behind her.

"Oh you better believe I can!" Sharmell says before she falls back onto the large bed. Sharmell looks up at Randy as he begins to lay down on top of her. Randy rests on top of her for a moment and guides a hand down her body from her breasts to between her legs to rub her pussy. He moves her legs apart followed by easing his large ivory shaft into her dark pussy. Randy begins pumping his cock in and out at a slow rate, rotating his hips to give Sharmell a different feeling with each thrust. Sharmell lays her head down against a pillow as Randy thrusts his cock in and out of her warm black pussy. Sharmell licks her lips as she arches a bit and starts to grind her pussy against his cock following every slow thrust. Randy keeps a hand on Sharmell waist and moves the other through her hair as he lowers his head to kiss, catching Sharmell totally off guard. The speed and intensity of Randy's thrusts slowly begin to increase as he pushes harder into her. Sharmell kisses Randy back and moans into his mouth. She places her hands onto Randy's strong arms as she pushes back against his cock.

Randy smiles down at her as he begins to sweat, "Damn you got a hot tight pussy..." Randy slides a hand underneath her back and rolls over so she's on top of him. Seeing that the switch surprised her, Randy places his hands on her hips and begins to lift her up and down on his shaft.

Sharmell grits her teeth "Ohhhh...yeah...you're not bad for a white boy." Sharmell moans, placing her hands onto his firm chest. She then begins bounce and rock back and forth on Randy's cock. She tilts her head back with a moan as she comes down onto his stiff cock. Randy has a cocky smirk on his face as he moves his hands so they are behind his head, allowing Sharmell to ride him however she wants to. Occasionally, he thrusts upward to surprise her, but for the most part he just enjoys the show of dark skinned beauty moving up and down, back and forth on his white flesh tower.

Sharmell slams down hard on his cock "Yeah...that's how Miss Black America does it!" she moans. Sharmell begins bouncing quicker on Randy's cock, coming down hard, Flesh smacking against Flesh upon every impact.

"Yeah... that's how the Legend Killer likes it..." Randy replies as he sits up to wrap his arms around her. Randy adds his own strength to assist in Sharmell coming down harder on his cock as he kisses her lustfully, slipping his tongue into her mouth and tapping it against her own. Sharmell presses her tongue against Randy's tongue as she slows down and gently gets off of Randy's cock.

Randy breaks the kiss and grins at her, "I hope you're not getting tired yet..." Randy places a hand on Sharmell's ass and squeezes it, "I still haven't fucked your sweet ass yet..."

Sharmell folds her arms "Well what are you waitin' for?"

"For you to ask for it... and you just did..." Randy laughs as he gets onto his knees and pushes Sharmell so that she's on all fours. He wraps a hand around his cock and slaps it against both of her ass cheeks, "Ready to your hot black ass fucked?" Randy asks as he teases pushing his dick back into her asshole.

Sharmell smiles and looks over her shoulder at Randy as he slams his cock into the tight asshole of the former Miss Black America. Sharmell bites down on her bottom lip as she moans "Mmmmm ohhh...damn...." Randy leans forward and places both of his hands on Sharmell's shoulders as he begins ramming his cock in and out of her ass repeatedly. Randy doesn't bother starting off with a gentle pace so Sharmell can get use to his cock inside of her asshole, instead he uses a rough, savage routine that makes the former Miss Black America jolt forward each time he slams his cock into her sharply.

"Ohhhhhh shit!" Sharmell moans loudly as she jolts back towards Randy's cock, he thrusts back and then pulls her back against his stiff cock again.

"Yeah... you fucking love that white cock don't ya..." Randy moans as he pumps his cock even harder into her ass while pulling her backward. Her ass slaps against his thighs with such force the resulting slapping sounds echo a bit throughout the room.

"Ohhhh.... fuck!" Sharmell moans as she leans her head down. Sharmell begins to cum without warning. Sharmell catches her breath as sweat drips down her face.

Randy grins, "I thought you could handle... the Legend Killer..." Randy pulls his cock out of her asshole and rests it on her ass cheeks while he rubs her shoulders.

Sharmell sits on her knees and cocks her head back in Randy's direction "Oh no! You didn't just say that!"

Randy smirks, "Oh yes I did, I made you cum easily... and look, I'm still stiff and ready for anything..." Randy grips his shaft with his right hand and pumps it slightly.

Sharmell gets off of bed and stands up, she folds her arms over her chest and glares at Randy "Maybe you should just stay stiff! Beside I was thinkin' bout a real man...my man...Booker T!"

Randy stands up at her and puts his hands on her waist to pull her against him, "Yeah, some man... he didn't put up a fight when I cashed in my favor to have you... and you can't leave... I know you want to taste what I got... I can see it in your eyes..." Sharmell shakes her head and looks away from Randy.

Randy moves a hand under her chin and has her look at him, "Come on Sharmell, you know you want it..." Randy kisses her lips softly.

"Fine...but make it quick...I gotta please my man tonight too..."

Randy licks his lips, "Use that hot mouth of yours, and I'll get off faster than you can say Sucka..."

Sharmell looks at Randy "Sucka..." She says sarcastically as she gets back done on to her knees. She opens her mouth and accepts Randy's cock. Her soft lips press against his shaft as she starts bobbing her head on his throbbing cock.

"Ahhh fuck yea... god you got a great fucking mouth.... shit yea..." Randy moans as begins to cum in her mouth. Spurt after spurt of his hot load fills her mouth and Randy gets a big smile on his face when he feels her swallowing his cum. Sharmell tightens her grip and slowly sucks on his cock, milking the last drops of cum from his swelling cock.

"Mmmmm... now I can dig that..." Randy chuckles as he withdraws his shaft from her mouth, "That was better than any title shot..."

Sharmell stands up and licks her lips clean. She folds her arms and looks at Randy "Now you owe my man a favor!"

"And he'll owe me a favor in return..." Randy grins, "And I already know what I'll want when I do whatever favor he wants me too..."

-END-



You. Owe. Me. A Conclusion



Authors note: My apologies to rj228212, but you shouldn't have let such interesting characters dangling. I hope you approve of my version. If your out there Brittany and you like this, then its dedicated to you.

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Chris wandered into the darkened dinning room and sat at the table, his head in hands, he was lost, he had to make this right with Laura; but how? 

Laura put on her sweater, but where were her jeans; Shit, they were out by the hot tub, and she really didn't want to face Chris right now, she just wanted to get away. Anywhere as long as it wasn't here; no....., home....., she wanted to go home. Gathering all her courage she opened the bathroom door and almost collided with Simon who had come down the stairs wearing only his jeans: "What the hell is going on down here?"

"I want to go home" Laura croaked. 

"Where's Chris?" Simon yawned.

"I need to go home NOW!" Laura demanded.

Simon had known Laura for some time but he had never seen this Laura.

At that moment Becky came in from the deck carrying Laura's jeans. She handed them to Laura as a peace offering. Laura snatched the jeans from Becky without even acknowledging her; stepped into them and pulled them up. She fixed her glare on Simon and barked, "Either you drive me home now or I driving myself home!"

"OK, Ok just give me a minute to get a jacket and some shoes" Simon replied slipping into a pair of docksiders and grabbing his jacket from the closet. Laura was already headed out the door leading to the garage when Becky haltingly said "I'll go with ..."

"No" Laura shot back, cutting Becky off in mid-sentence, never slowing down as she headed for the car. Simon hurried after her, shooting a perplexed glance at Becky.

Chris heard the garage door open and the Maserati pull out. He came running into the hallway leading to the garage and found Becky still standing there looking at the open door.

"Who was that? " Chris demanded.

"Simon is driving Laura home" Becky said flatly still in shock at the anger in Laura's voice.

"Damn it; I've got to talk to her" Chris was frustrated; realizing that all the cars were gone. "Who lives in a house like this and doesn't have an extra fucking car" Simon's parents had taken both cars to the airport and Abby had Simon's car just letting the Maserati. He would have to wait for Simon to get back. Chris stalked out of the hallway leaving Becky still standing and staring at the open door. 

Simon maneuvered the Maserati along the dark winding roads and after an extended silence: "Laura, what is going on?" 

Laura in a halting voice answered,"I'm sorry, I yelled at you, I just ... just need to get home ...please." For the rest of the trip there was an uncomfortable silence between them.

Chris had found his way back to the den and flopped down on the couch. The couch that less than a half hour ago he had been sharing with Laura. He could still smell the jasmine.

His mind wandered until he heard Professor Holland saying "Actions and Consequences." That was the theme of that stupid medical ethics coarse all med students are now required to take. Boy, that sure seemed to sum up the last few hours of this day! How could he have been so stupid, those few minutes with Becky may have cost him Laura. He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his head in his hands. 

Simon pulled into the driveway and Laura was relieved to see that the house was dark. Lisa and her dad had obviously already gone to bed. She hurried out of the car and into the house without uttering a word to Simon. As the car door slammed "Your welcome,... God,..... Women!!" Simon muttered.

"Can I talk to you?" Becky was standing in the doorway of the den.

Chris didn't move, didn't look up: "Look, Becky, there's nothing left to say. I really don't blame you. I fucked up. I could have stopped you; but, I didn't and that's it. So, please no more talking, I'm just worn out...." His voice trailing off.

She'd known him almost as long as Laura and never seen him like this; even after Shannon. She had to do something. Her two best friends were hurting and she had been partly responsible; but for now, she honored his request and sat silently in the overstuffed chair across from him.

Simon was tired and his head hurt. Pulling into the garage; the headlights illuminated Chris and Becky. They'd heard the car and come straight to the garage. 

"Slide over I'm Driving!" Chris ordered.

"The Hell You Are!!!" Simon shot back. He was tired of being bossed around; especially with no explanations. What had started as a simple evening had turned into a really bad "Lifetime" movie. Simon rubbed at his throbbing head and shifted his gaze between Chris and Becky. 

"Someone is going to tell me what the FUCK is going on ..... or this car's not moving!!!"

Chris was startled by Simon's outburst. Simon was always so laid back; or, as Becky put it, numb.

"Please Simon, I've got to get to Laura now."

This was new for Simon in all the years he'd known Chris he had never seen him this shaken. Chris had always been the alpha dog of their friendship, confident and self assured. To be perfectly honest, Simon had always felt a slight tinge of envy toward Chris, yes, Simon had money, but people always seemed to gravitate toward Chris. 

This was part of why Simon had taken the "timeout" from Becky. He had fallen hard for her and his insecurities had conspired to make him feel vulnerable. In every relationship, he was always plagued by doubts, was it for him or what he had. Every relationship that is, except his friendship for Chris. Chris liked all the toys Simon's life provided but Simon was sure they would have been friends with or without the perks of his lifestyle. Despite this, Simon thought he saw things between Becky and Chris. She would hug Chris a little too long, flirt just a little too hard and he thought he could see her stealing glances at Chris. He wasn't sure, so he had told her he wanted some time to himself. When she said OK, he was crushed. Typical for Simon, he hadn't thought that far ahead. He wasn't really a planner, he just sort of moved from day to day reacting as he went.

"Well?" Chris broke Simon's thought.

"OK, get in but I'm driving."

Becky scrambled into the back seat and Chris pushed the seat back and climbed in. For the second time this evening the Maserati backed out of the garage and headed for Chris's house. Simon looked in the rearview mirror at Becky; she was staring out the window, as was Chris. Simon was getting used to this drive, so his mind returned to what had happened this evening, given that his passengers didn't seem likely to share any information.

What had happened, his old suspicions about Becky and Chris once again surfaced, but how, Becky had surprised him by climbing into his bed totally naked and proceeding to give him one of the most intense blow jobs of his life. None of it made any sense.

As he turned into the driveway, Chris got out, while the car was still rolling and bolted for the house.

Becky started to push the seat forward when Simon leaned across and pull the passenger door shut with a thud. "Beck, no more stalling, did Laura walk in on you and Chris? Is that what set her off?"

He could see a look of surprise appear on Becky's face, "What? No if you remember I was with you! Wait a minute,... you think me and Chris?"

"You can't deny you've always had a thing for him."

Becky's face went from surprise to revelation: "You silly stupid boy, is that what this whole needing to take a break thing has been all about? Sure I like Chris, he's a stud no doubt about it, but I wasn't sucking his brains out through his cock tonight was I?" Well, Becky thought,... actually I was, but sometimes boys really don't need all the facts, it just confuses them.

"No, ....but what happened?"

Becky leaned up from behind the seat and ran her hand down to Simon's crotch finding his cock as she nibbled his ear: "Go home and get some rest, you're going to need it" she gave his cock a squeeze for emphasis, "I'll call you later and explain everything." With that she let herself out of the car and went home to plan her next move.

Chris entered the house trying not to make any noise, he gently tried the hallway door to Laura's room, it was locked. Making his way to his room he crossed to the bathroom and tried Laura's bathroom door, also locked. "Laura, please we need to talk." He spoke in a whisper as loud as he dared, trying not to make to much noise. Again, nothing but silence. Returning to his bedroom he decided that he had no choice but to wait till morning, shit they lived in the same house she'd have to face him sometime.

He kicked off his shoes and socks, pulled off his T-shirt and climbed out of his jeans, the cold air on his now naked body reminded him he had gone commando, so he grabbed a pair of boxers and climbed into bed. He was fairly certain that he wouldn't be getting much sleep given the size of the knot in his stomach.

Chris opened his eyes, blinking; the room was bathed in brilliant sunlight. His senses began to clear and he recognized that now familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. He must have dozed off, but for how long. A quick glance at the clock; 10:42 am. He nearly tripped over his shoes as he leapt off the bed and hurried through the bathroom to Laura's door. The handle wouldn't budge, still locked. Rapping quietly, "Laura, please we need to talk" again nothing but silence.

He went back through the bathroom to his bedroom, pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers and slipped on the T-shirt from last night. He hurried out the door and down the hallway to Laura's room. The door was ajar, he slowly pushed it open. Her bed was made and he noticed her camera was missing from the desk. He looked for her cell phone, it was tossed on the bed, she was again off-grid.

The house was still as he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. There was a note on the counter by the key plaque; it was in his mother's handwriting:

Kids,

We didn't want to wake you. We are dropping my car at the garage and both going into work for a few hours. We should be home by 6 pm.

Laura, I'm sorry dear, but if you could see to dinner again, maybe order in a pizza, whatever you guys feel like.

See you at 6.

Love

Lisa

His cell phone rang, he recognized the number.

"Hey, Shannon, what's up?"

"Are you up?"

"Yep"

"Good, get dressed, we've got a reservation in your name at "The Stanley" for noon. Don't forget you need a jacket."

"Shannon, I don't ..."

"I'm not taking no for an answer. See you in an hour, Bye."

Click and the call was over. That was just like Shannon, no stopping her when she wanted something. It would serve her right if I stood her up, Chris thought, but then, the prospect of sitting around the house all day waiting for Laura to come home, ...if she came home, wasn't all that appealing, either. What the hell, it had been a year since he'd seen Shannon, maybe a lunch date would help get rid of this sick feeling he'd had since last night.

He headed back upstairs for a quick shower. The hot water felt good but that pain in the pit of his stomach just wouldn't wash away. Stepping out of the shower he began toweling off .... just 24 hours ago I was with Laura right here..... Stop It Chris! He chided himself, God; I'm such a girl sometimes!!

He put on a white on white dress shirt, a nice pair of gray slacks and his favorite blue jacket, actually his only jacket. This was the outfit he had worn to the Dean's mixer, held for all second year med students. This should be OK for "The Stanley", he thought, checking himself in the mirror; not bad for 3 hours sleep. He headed downstairs and as he passed through the kitchen, stopped and added a PS to the note his mother had left;

Gone to lunch with Shannon be back soon, Chris

And he was out the door.

"The Stanley" was a restored Victorian home in what used to be millionaires' row downtown. It had been converted to a five star restaurant, with 10 intimate rooms each holding only 4 or 5 tables. The owners had maintained much of the original building and each room had its own fireplace; which were in constant use during the fall and winter seasons. They also spared no expense in decorating the entire building in a Victorian Christmas motif. "The Stanley" had been one of Shannon's favorite spots when they were dating; but that was for dinner when the lighting was mainly the glow from the fireplace and the candles on the tables.

Chris was pulling into the small parking lot at the rear of "The Stanley" when it occurred to him that letting a note about being at lunch with Shannon was probably not the smartest idea, especially, if Laura got home first. He hadn't given it a second thought at the time; this was just something he and his mother had done for the past 15 years since his father had left them. Well, he thought, how much worse can things be with Laura? To late to change it now anyway.

Hitting the arm button for the car alarm he headed for the front door. He was surprised the restaurant wasn't really crowded, usually at the holidays the Sunday Brunch at "The Stanley" was packed. Pausing for a moment at the maitre d station he scanned the room for Shannon. The hostess appeared from the adjoining room. She was a cute, slender blond about 5'9" with one of those covergirl faces. She stole a quick up and down glance at him and he thought he noticed her smile widen

"May I help you?"

"Yes, my name is Payton, I believe you have a reservation in my name?"

"Yes, Mr. Payton, your guest has already arrived and been seated. Please follow me."

With pleasure, Chris thought as he followed her, watching her cute butt sway as she made her way through the different rooms. Arriving at one of the more secluded rooms Chris noticed there were no other guests except Shannon sitting at the corner table by the fireplace. Your memory has a way of making things better, a little more perfect than the reality, but Shannon was as beautiful as ever; if possible, even lovelier.

Shannon had a sultry Adriatic complexion with deep soft hazel eyes and dark auburn hair that fell in gentle natural curls to her shoulders. If Helen of Troy had caused the launching of a thousand ships, Chris thought, Shannon could easily be responsible for two thousand.

She had on a white blouse with the top three buttons tastefully undone, exposing just a hint of cleavage, with a tweed jacket and tartan skirt that ended just below her knees. The skirt had a modest slit that teased with an occasional glimpse of her thigh, finished off with calf high leather boots. God, he thought, she's stunning.

Shannon had deliberately arrived 15 minutes early to set the stage for her plan. This lunch had not been an impulsive act, she had been thinking about it for weeks. She wasn't here for catching up on the news, she was here for Chris! This past year she'd come to realize that breaking off their relationship had been a huge mistake. She'd thought being in a relationship would be a distraction from law school. Boy, was she wrong, for this last year all she thought about was Chris; and now, she was going to do something, to correct that mistake. The hostess had been thrilled when Shannon asked for her help and found them a secluded table in an empty room.

"Your server today will be Michelle, she'll be with you shortly, enjoy your meal." The hostess gave Shannon a knowing smile and a nod from behind Chris; then she exited leaving them alone.

"Chris, you look great" she came to her feet to give him a hug and a peck on the check.

"Shannon, you're stunning as usual." He held her chair and she lightly ran her hand down his sleeve as she settled in the chair.

Chris unbuttoned his jacket as he sat, glancing at Shannon he saw the wide smile on her face quickly replaced by a concerned frown.

She leaned forward and in a whisper: "Chris is that what I think it is?" She was looking at his shirt pocket.

Looking down he saw the end of the plastic bag sticking up. "Christ, I forgot I had this."

When he had gone to take his shower he'd found the pot in his jeans. He had planned on leaving it at Simon's but things had gotten just a little crazy last night and he'd forgotten it was in his pocket. Having found it this morning, he didn't want to leave it at the house, Lisa and Jack had an unspoken, don't ask don't tell policy, but he knew they didn't approve, and he'd always tried to respect their views, particularly with his mother being a lawyer. His plan was to keep it in his car till he saw Simon, but he hadn't been thinking too clearly for the last 12 hours and forgot to put it in the trunk. 

"I thought you quit?" she was still whispering even though they were alone.

"I meant to leave this with Simon." He quickly pulled the bag out and tucked it into his inside jacket pocket.

Shannon's face darkened at the mention of Simon's name. She had never really liked Simon, she thought he was just another over indulged rich kid, who out of boredom wandered aimlessly through life. Chris, on the other hand, had a bright future as a doctor and she had often chided him about the difficulty of applying for an internship or residency with a possession conviction as part of his resume. She was by no means a prude; in fact she had experimented herself, but Simon was so caviler, she knew he was eventually headed for trouble and might take Chris with him.

She had been so focused on her plan that she hadn't noticed how distracted and weary Chris seemed: "Are you alright?"

He needed to tell someone about Laura and he heard himself starting to tell her the story of the last three days. He did have the good sense to edit the story of certain details: like, the girl he had met was his step-sister, the mind bending sex they'd shared and that the way he had hurt her was by getting a blowjob from her best friend. Not that these details weren't important, but they'd probably require too much explanation.

Shannon had been knocked off her game plan and as she listened to the story certain phrases, like "when I realized I loved her" finished off any chance this day would end as she had planned. She watched his face as he spoke of this girl and she recognized that look. She'd seen it in her mirror when she thought about Chris.

When he had finished she reached across the table and took both his hands in hers: "I have only one question for you. Do you really love her?"

"Yes" his answer now was firm and without doubt.

She got up still holding his hands and lightly tugging him to his feet: "Let's go."

She led him out of the room and toward the entrance with a firm grip on his right hand. They passed the hostess on the way.

"Is everything alright?" she shot a questioning look to Shannon

"Yes, everything is fine." Shannon nodded: "Thank you so much for everything."

They both shivered slightly as they emerged from the restaurant. It was one of those crystal clear early winter days, when the chill is sharp but still pleasant. She led him to the parking lot and straight to his car, never once letting go of his hand. Reaching his car, she turned him around so they were facing and moved her hands to both his arms, she stepped into him and kissed him for the last time.

With only three hours sleep, Chris was caught off guard; by the time he could react she had broken the kiss and still holding his arms pushed herself back.

"Now, go and find her and make this right. Don't waste any time, because these feelings don't come along every day." She released his arms and opened his car door.

Chris had been trying to decide what he should do for the last 12 hours, since Laura had left him in the hot tub; but, when Shannon had said it, he knew what he needed to do. He got in, closed the door, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. Turning right onto the street he looked over at Shannon, she smiled and waved to him, he tooted the horn and headed for home and Laura.