3 comments/ 16996 views/ 4 favorites Close Up By: Aftermath_day_after "I masturbate a lot." "I want to watch." * The day turned out to be nothing like I would have expected. I was never supposed to have met her, let alone talk to her. But we talked. Candidly. Some would say that such openness in a conversation will only occur between people who know each other inside and out. The intimate relationship that spins from a life-long partnership. But it does not work like that, not at all. On the contrary, it was the anonymity that made us bold. Made me bold. Had me throw myself into an intimate discussion; totally frank, completely honest. I do not think that I had ever before used the word 'masturbate' in a conversation with a woman. In any conversation. But to tell her about my daily routines did not bother me at all. And her question -- her request -- did not appear strange or unnatural but quite appropriate. Right there, right then, I never once reflected upon the alternative: to say no. "Come to my studio!" A night's sleep and time to think during a long walk through town did have a somewhat sobering effect on me though. I cannot honestly say that I did not invent a hundred reasons to not show up at her studio that morning; asked myself a hundred times what the hell I was doing. After all, accepting an invitation to masturbate in front of a complete stranger, most people would agree, is not the normal thing to do. Friends, family, loved ones -- what would they think if they would ever find out? Would I live to experience the shame or would I end up on the wrong side of an ice-pick before the day was over? I had to suppress a certain anxiety over her possible coming out a man-hating, serial killer. I had a hundred reasons to just turn around and skip the whole thing. Only one reason not to: I wanted to follow this through. I was desperate to see where it would take me. Notwithstanding my desperation, I could, however, not really see the reason for my eagerness. Attraction? Sure. Are there such things as soul mates? This was as close as I had ever come to meeting one. The night before, I had felt that I knew her inside and out and that she knew me. We seemed to be able to anticipate each others' thoughts yet constantly surprise each other. The stimulation I had felt was immense. And I did like the way she looked although life had not blessed her with either feminine curves or a typically pretty face. But she was athletic and it added nicely to her slightly aggressive nature and boyish charm. I could not decide if I thought that she had picked her name, Robin, to fit her appearance or if she over the years had adopted features that would fit the androgynous name. Childishly, I tried to calculate the odds of scoring with her. I mused myself with the notion that 'half way in' could never be a more appropriate expression if one party was already naked, aroused and working a rigid erection. Curiosity? I was still curious about her. Despite our open-heart conversation the night before I sensed that there were areas that I she hid from me. I had learnt the name of her first boyfriend as well as girlfriend, her preferred positions and places for sex, and I knew that she had made an abortion at the age of sixteen. But there was more -- must be more -- to her than had met my eye. And yes. I was curious as to my own fascination of the idea -- to masturbate in front of her. The thought had never, ever, occurred to me. Yet, now it was magnetic. I had to follow this through. "Good morning. You are late. I didn't think you'd come." "I can leave if you want me too." "Why did you come then?" "I want to." "Do you really know what it is that you want?" "I do know that I want to masturbate in front of you. I don't know what I want after that or where it will bring the two of us, but I do want to do this." "If I tell you that it won't bring us anywhere -- that we'll probably never see each other again -- will you change your mind?" Suddenly I felt cold. My limbs felt like if they were drained of blood. Despite the chill, I felt sweat break through on my back and under my arms. Could it be that this was a prank? Would the guys break out from inside the studio and mock me now? If it was instinct or lust I do not know but the uneasiness lasted for only a second. "No, I won't change my mind." She immediately became relaxed, the way I remembered from the day before. The realization that she had perhaps been even more nervous about this than me comforted me a bit and at a hearty "C'mon in" I briskly walked in through the open door. I was starting to feel the return of the almost magic connection that I had felt with her the previous evening. Although I never had visited a professional photo studio before, Robin's place looked pretty much like I would have expected: sort of hair stylist meets computer freak meets rock star. Mirrors, stylist's chairs, fashion magazines, computer equipment and lights -- lights of all colors and shapes. It was a mess, but a classy mess that seemed to be designed to perfection. A quick check-up on the internet had informed me that Robin and her colleague Richard ran a posh agency that made company executives look good in their annual reports and magazines. It had surprised me a little -- it was not quite the kind of customers that I would have expected -- and it had impressed me a lot. Nevertheless, I had found no evidence of nude photography, let alone erotic pictures. I still was not sure if that was a surprise or not. "My partner isn't here. We work a lot in the field." She opened a door at the end of the studio leading to an adjacent room. "Welcome to the Atelier du Soleil!" "Elvis fan, huh?" She looked a bit puzzled for a brief moment but it did not take long before she laughed. "Sun Studios? Damn it, I've never thought of it! It was just a name I saw in a magazine when I was a kid and it has stuck with me over the years. When I finally set up my own workroom with not so much as a single window, I thought I had the perfect name. Any lights in here must be brought by the artist so my not so humble me decided that I'm the sun and this is my atelier." When she turned on the lights to the Sun Studios, a sudden sensation of emptiness startled me. The light was dim, but the simple furnishing of the small room was clear enough: a black leather divan housing a couple of pillows standing against one of the walls and an office chair against the opposite wall, right beside another door that was closed. Remembering what I was about to do quickly shifted the way I felt though, and a bit to my surprise the sterile appearance of the room woke feelings of arousal. "Here!" She handed me a white hotel-style robe and guided me towards the divan. "I don't want you to catch a cold -- it'll take a couple of minutes before I've rigged the gear. Just take off your clothes and sit down." She pointed at the closed door. "There's the bathroom if you need to freshen up or... something." "Rig the gear...?" She just smiled mischievously and walked out to the main studio. Once again I felt a bit uneasy. Considering her profession, the gear could only mean cameras (any alternative seemed even more frightening) and I was not quite sure that I would be prepared for that. But half-undressed, I decided that I had already made up my mind. When she returned, pushing a cart loaded with several video cameras, lights and other equipment I could not recognize, I sat undressed on the divan with the robe in my knee. "Don't get up, sweetheart; I'll have the setup ready in no time." She was right. Soon enough she had mounted one video camera on the right side of the couch and another one to the left in front of it. Lights were rigged on either side of the divan as well as behind each camera. One last handycam was in her hand as she sat down on the chair by the wall. All three cameras showed red lights, indicating that they were running. "Tell me", she said, "why did you agree to masturbate in front of me?" I had almost expected her to order me to get rid of the robe and get down to business. The question surprised me but was a bit of a relief. The rigging of the high-tech equipment had not made me either bold or brave -- and I felt that I would look neither if I took away the robe from my lap. "Are you an exhibitionist by nature?" "Actually, I don't think I've even undressed before a woman before... I mean on purpose, just for the show. I've always felt rather uneasy when I'm naked." "You shouldn't, you're quite handsome." It was amazing how she had changed. The aggressiveness in her voice had totally vanished and been replaced by a soothing calmness. With just a slight note of erotic anticipation. "Thank you." "No, I really mean it... but back to the question: Why are you here?" "You excite me." It was true. She did. A few words had once again changed my anxiety into lewd heat. I continued: "Last night, I felt that we really connected. After just a couple of hours, I felt like we'd known each other for ages. We had discussed virtually every subject that I used to consider private and it felt amazingly, totally right. When you said that you wanted to watch me, you sounded so damned sincere and I believed that it wasn't only appropriate, but almost necessary..." She interrupted me. "Watch what?" I smiled. "You said that you wanted to watch me masturbate. And I want you to." Blood was again rushing to my groins. "Quite honestly, I've become obsessed by the thought of you watching me touch myself" I noticed the hint of a smile behind the handycam as I let the robe drop to the floor and stretched out casually on the divan. Pretended casual, that is. I was extremely aware of my nakedness but amused rather than ashamed. Involuntarily, my half erect penis twitched every now and then almost as if it greeted all the new blood that rushed in. Every time it twitched, she responded: with a twitch herself, by pausing her breathing for a second, by wetting her lips. It almost drove me crazy. I was exorbitantly horny. Within soon, I was totally erect and my cock was pulsing with each heartbeat. "Well I am watching." Disguised as a matter of fact, the orders could not have been more direct and my right hand responded immediately. I felt it move tentatively along my leg, over my thigh towards my groins. As if it was out of my control, my hand tickled me, teased me. Fingertips running over my skin. Sac contracting when caressed. Penis twitching from the sensation of first touch. Excitement. Heat. The out of body experience faded away and I slowly regained control. I grabbed my stiff cock and leaned back on the couch, eyes closed. My hand loosely closed around the shaft, I pulled the skin slowly. Up, until only the slightest part of my palm was still embracing the limb. Then down, even slower, clearing my penis gland from the foreskin, sensing how it grew, imagining how its smooth surface must shine in the lights from the cameras. I smiled. Procedure repeated. Hand moving up and down. Slowly, salaciously, elaborative The world outside ceased to exist. I was totally and solely focused on myself: my ever heavier breathing; my free hand's exploration of my hair, my face, my chest, my thighs; the rhythmical movements of my hand (the grip was getting firmer); most of all the electric sensation of my vibrating erection. Meditation cannot get deeper. I heard her move; rise from the chair. Without interrupting my jerking, I opened my eyes and found that she had come a little closer. The handycam was pointed directly at my crotch. The red light indicating that the camera was running. I felt content. The feeling perplexed me. I was definitely aroused and excited to the point of madness. But it was not like I was driven wild, out of control. I was content, amused, pleasured by her attention. I looked at her. Slowed down the movements of my hand even further. Wanted to show her every detail of my manhood; what it looked like; how it responded to the touch. I wanted to tease her -- deep down I still fantasized about how our bodies would entwine in an inciting embrace. For a moment she turned away the camera and her eyes met mine. I froze. My hand fast around my cock; its head glistening from the lubrication of seeping secretion. Seconds felt like minutes. Her cheeks blushed. I felt her heatedness -- it added to my own. I began stroking again. Felt her eyes caress my body; grip my sensitive member; assuming the stroking. I lifted my upper body slightly, resting on my free arm and spread my legs slightly. Opened myself to her. Indulged in her involvement. Careful long strokes. Stretching my rigid cock; twisting and turning it. She gasped when I suddenly let go of the grip and the penis flung back and smacked against my stomach. I repositioned on the couch, slided a bit higher on the pillow and sat a bit straighter. Better view. Of her. Of my sex. Of the masturbation. I squeezed my shaft. Pumped it. Watched it produce even more of the clear secretion. Ran my finger through it and smeared it over the purple head. I felt the intensity in her look behind the camera. Unaware of her action, she wet her lips with her tongue when I licked my fingertip clear of the substance. Faster now. My arousal was getting increasingly physical. My hand was working faster. Up. Down. She appreciated the build-up and moved closer. I could hear her breathing -- strained, heated -- almost feel its warmth against my skin. Eyes closed again. When did I close them? Increasingly feverish pounding. Other hand fondling my scrotum; forcing my balls against the strokes, inducing shocks of pleasure to radiate from my groins. Must not let go. Want to look at her. So easy to get carried away; to get inward-looking; to focus on the crude jacking off. Muscles tensing and tingling: Harbinger of climax. Reached: Point of no return. I see only her face -- aroused, anticipating. Feel only my climax. Holds breath. Moment of silence. Then: Eruption. Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened -- first in silence, gasping; shortly moaning. Only then, after having savored her reaction, I lost myself in my orgasm. A violent, breathtaking orgasm that shot through my entire body. I was shaking uncontrollably. The force of my ejaculation startled me. Load after load of warm semen shot over my stomach and chest. It was as if it would never end, as if I would never calm down. Finally the tempest calmed down. The intensive orgasm started to fade away although leaving reverberations of spasms in its trace. I was exhausted. My body glistened from sweat and cum. I was breathing again. Our eyes met. We smiled. She had edged very close on her knees, catching every little bit of my lecherous exercise on camera. She rose to her feet. I was lying, panting. She leaned down and drew a finger through the mess on my chest. She smiled. "You better clean up." My head was spinning. I could not get a grip of my emotions. I believe that I stayed for a little while; I think that we had a cup of coffee. Maybe we talked. But I doubt it. I was out of words. I was overwhelmed by the experience. Maybe I just dressed and walked home. Close Up & Personal Finally! My beautiful lustful wife had finally succumbed to my years of cajoling, almost seducing her, into letting me share her with someone else. Here we were in the very midst of my fantasy... I sat at the edge of the bed, just inches away from them. I studied her face as she was being fucked from behind. Her eyes half closed and at times rolled back in total enjoyment. From time to time our eyes would meet and we would hold each other's stare, until she would break off as result of the pounding her pussy was getting. She'd bite her lower lip in ecstasy. Even though my cock throbbed, I held off from being a participant. I wanted to watch, only to watch. I feared that if I got involved, I would suddenly cum and thus the end of my fantasy would begin. I wanted this to last for as long as she could take it. This was to be about her. What I witnessed was raw lust. With each thrust deep inside her pussy, a moan would escape her. She would grab at my cock, not saying anything but making her desire understood. Yet, I remained fully dressed; just barely in control. The look upon her face is what my eyes were riveted on. She would reach behind her and guide his thick shaft deeper insider. He had hooked his thumb into her ass hole and would rub it in and out, in and out as he fucked her pussy, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. And yet again, she reached out for my crotch. This time I allowed her to stroke my cock through my pants. Even drawing it nearer to her mouth, where upon she licked her red lipsticked lips with her tongue; burning to suck on it. I continued to tease her. I could hear his balls slapping against her as he plunged inside her. The pace quickening; the strokes harder and harder. He held her hips and drew her closer to him. I could not hold it any longer. I let her unzip my pants. Immediately, she devoured my cock. Her head bobbing up and down on it. Her mouth was as hungry for cock as her pussy had been. I continued to study her face closely. She would lick the sides of my shaft, circle my cock head with her tongue and then suddenly shove it all in her mouth. This took place over and over. As she came, she bore down on my cock. Apparently, this too was too much for her new found lover. He groaned as her came inside her. She bucked her ass backwards into him, while still sucking my swollen cock. This sight was too much for me. I came all over her face. She frantically licked my cock, with her hand milking the cum that oozed out. We all laid there exhausted. The room smelling of sweat, cum and lust. Close Your Eye (Let's Make Love) Close your eyes and let me paint the scene for you... * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (21.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Close Your Eyes I walked over to my calendar, counting the days until school begins again. Only four more days left. I honestly don't know where the summer went. It feels like school just finished, now it's starting back up again. A lot of kids are going back for an extra year, and that's what I'm doing. A lot of my friends are doing the exact same too. It's nice going back and being with people that I already know really well. Some kids are going into college or university. I'm only staying for one semester, then I'm just going to focus on working and saving up more money. I'm currently working now. It was only summer employment. Only seasonal. I told them that I'd be returning to school in the fall. I worked with the transit buses and located where they go, showing their way on the roads. I met a lot of tourists on the job. A lot of travellers were constantly coming off and on the buses, and they would ask me for directions too if they were lost. It wasn't a bad job at all, very social, which is what I like. My friends and I are taking a lot of the same courses for first semester. Hopefully we will have them the same period too. There is one girl I know who is also returning back to school this fall. Andrea Wilson. Me and her have never gotten along. She accused me of flirting with her boyfriend at the time, Kevin. This was years ago when I hardly knew her, and only knew her name. Kevin and I had biology together, and we were assigned to be partners to work on the upcoming project. During school hours, Kevin and I would have to meet up on lunch and after school to work on it, and Andrea thought I was trying to steal him from her. But in reality, I had no choice but to get together with him. I needed the marks, I needed to pass that class. And also, the teacher assigned us. I didn't pick to be with Kevin. They broke up about a month later due to 'complications and differences in the relationship.' So I heard. Kevin seemed like a really nice guy when I worked with him. But I won't forget that day when Andrea pulled me aside in the halls to talk in private. I remember how the conversation went down. She grabbed my shoulder, and took me aside by the water fountain. 'You're Dana, aren't you?' I nodded, eyes wide. 'Yeah, I'm Dana, and you are?' 'I'm Kevin's girlfriend. And if you don't back off from him, things won't be pretty for you, trust me,' 'We are class partners, that's it. I hardly even know him, I didn't even know he had a girlfriend,' 'My name's Andrea by the way, not 'the girlfriend', she said using her fingers for quotations. 'Right, well you don't have to worry about anything,' 'Good, I better not see you two brushing shoulders ever again,' Brushing shoulders? This girl's delusional. 'Okay...' She placed her hand on my shoulder. 'Now you know, bye,' Then she turned and left, whacking me in the face with her long hair and leaving behind a cloud of strong perfume. I remember tasting her perfume for days after we had our little talk. I never understood that conversation between us. Plus, at the time, I had a huge crush on Justin in our grade. And after Kevin and Andrea broke up, Andrea ended up finding out that I liked Justin, and she would walk the halls with him, flirt with him, and even kiss his cheek. Right in front of me too. My friends told me it was never worth it, but I couldn't help but let it get to me. I had started talking to Justin in between classes too, but once Andrea came around, Me and him never talked again. And he stopped texting me back. I had to let it go, but I never got over it. For the rest of our school years together, me and her would get in the most stupidest fights. She would whisper things in my ear in the hall as I passed her by, or I would purposely walk by her ex while she was standing right there. Then there would be drama all over text, social media and everything between us. My friends had to help me get out of the messes I had gotten myself into with her, but she was so tempting just to fight with. It was like she begged for drama, like she wanted it. I do have my faults too. I have many things that I shouldn't have said, But in the moment, I couldn't help but let out the rage I had for her. Anyways, I'll probably see her in the halls once in a while at school. I can't do anything about it, but we just have to try to ignore each other to prevent any more future drama. Because it really isn't worth it. I got dressed into my work clothes and headed off to work. ************* Wow, those four days went by so fast... It is now officially back to school day, September 7th. I woke up like I would for any school day, 6:30. I rolled out of bed, and got ready for my day back at school. I made my way downstairs where my mom was making breakfast. It smelled like French toast, my favorite. 'Good morning mom,' I said, walking up to her by the stove, kissing her cheek. 'Oh, good morning! I didn't hear you coming down. I'm making you your favorite breakfast for your first day back,' my mom said smiling, then flipping the piece of bread on its other side in the frying pan. 'It smells so good,' I said, taking in a deep breath of the cooking fumes. She plated it with maple syrup and placed it at the table. 'There you go. Eat up, don't want to be hungry on your first day back,' my mom said, smiling. I smiled and sat down. My dad is already gone to work, but I will tell him all about my day when I get home. 'Dad told me to tell you to have a great day,' my mom said, looking at me. I smiled. 'Thanks mom,' I smiled, and began eating. ************** I began walking to my first class. I saw a few of my great friends, Brandon and Taylor, at their lockers. 'Dana!' Brandon called out, motioning his hands for me to come over. I smiled and made my way over to them. I hugged the both of them. 'Can you believe we are back here already?' Brandon asked, pulling away from the hug. 'I know. Did you guys enjoy the last few weeks of summer?' I asked. 'Oh my gosh yes. I went to my cottage for a bit, it was so nice,' Taylor said. 'I helped my dad with our backyard. We are getting a new fence so I'm helping him set it up,' Brandon said. 'That's good to hear,' I smiled. 'And how about you?' Taylor asked, smiling. 'I was working, but I got to relax too,' I smiled. 'Good to hear,' Brandon smiled. 'Oh and guys, I also started planning this back to school autumn party,' Brandon said. 'No way! At your house?' Taylor asked excitingly. 'Yes, it's going to be great. A whole bunch of kids in our grade want to come. I sent out a text to pretty much everyone. And my parents will be out for the night,' Brandon said, looking at both me and Taylor. I paused. 'Everyone?' I asked. Brandon looked at me. 'Uh ... I mean...' he stuttered. 'Anyone but Andrea, please,' I said, pleading him. 'Mmmm... Oh Dana... I'm so sorry...' Brandon started. 'Brandon! You know me and her don't get along, why would you invite her?' I asked. 'I'm sorry! It was an accident, I swear. You two probably won't even see each other,' he said. 'It's a party, of course we will see each other! Oh Brandon, I can't come if she's going, there will be too much drama, I can feel it. We would end up fighting,' I said. 'No Dana! You're one of my best friends, you have to come! Please? I can't uninvite her, there will be many people there, you two won't even see each other, I promise,' he said, begging. 'Ugh... Fine... But if one bad thing happens between me and her, I have to leave. I won't want to, but it's best,' I said. Taylor looked at both me and Brandon. 'I'm sure everything will be okay,' Taylor said, rubbing my back. 'Knowing us, something will happen,' 'Don't think that way. It will be great, I promise,' Brandon said, touching my shoulder. I smiled. I do trust him. The bell for first class rang. 'See you later, have a good first day,' Brandon said, heading to first class with Taylor. 'You too, see you guys,' I went to my first class. Sociology. I walked to the front door, walking inside and placing my books on the desk. I sat down. Then I saw her. Andrea came to the door, scoffing once she saw me. No. Way. Looks like we will see each other a lot this semester... I do have a class with her... She sat behind me with her friend Sam. I rolled my eyes as they began talking about the guy she last hooked up with. 'Ugh, he was great in bed, but the sex was awful. I mean, he only lasted like a few minutes. Guess I'm just that good,' she said to her friend. I scoffed mentally. Wow. 'What'd you do this summer Dana?' she asked, my back turned to her. I turned my face to her, looking at her. 'Instead of hooking up with guys, I worked,' I said, looking at her. She shot me a weird look. 'So you clearly didn't have a fun summer,' she said. 'It was a great summer, and fun. Sounds like you messed around quite a bit,' I said. 'His name was James, and yeah, I actually had fun,' she said. I rolled my eyes once again. Then she leaned over her desk, coming closer to me. 'At least I'm not a virgin anymore,' she whispered to me. I locked eyes with her, clenching my jaw. 'Andrea, stop talking,' I said, holding back my words. 'I bet you're so tight, a guy wouldn't even be able to get his finger inside,' she whispered before she sat back once again in her chair. Is she serious right now? 'Bitch,' I whispered before I turned around. 'You just admitted you're still a virgin,' she said. I could hear the smirk in her words. I bit my tongue, trying not to talk back to her. From behind, she leaned over once again, pressing her lips close to my ear. 'I bet you don't even how what an orgasm feels like. I know you've never had one,' she whispered in my ear. I tilted my head to the side in annoyance. 'Andrea, just sit back down,' I whispered to her through my teeth. 'Am I right?' she asked. 'Andrea, just sit down,' I repeated. 'It feels so good, you're missing out. Too bad a guy will never give you one,' she whispered, sitting back down. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Bitch. You bitch. What a bitch. I kelt repeating those very words in my head until class began. ************** At lunch, I met up with Brandon. 'Hey! How were your first few classes?' he asked, helping me open my locker. 'Splendid,' I said in a sarcastic tone. Brandon looked at me. He knew I was kidding. 'What happened?' he asked, taking my binder from my hand. 'Ugh! I have Andrea in my first class, and she's right behind me with Sam. She wouldn't shut up today, she just kept going on about how she thinks I'm still a virgin and how I've never had an orgasm. She's such a bitch,' I said, placing papers at the top of my binder. 'Oh, well, maybe you could move,' he suggested. 'Can't. The teacher said the seats we chose, are the ones we stay in for the rest of the semester,' I said. 'Oh... Come on Dana, I'm sure you two could come to good terms somehow,' he said. 'Me and Andrea? Yeah right, we will never get along. No matter what, there will always be tension,' I said. 'Just ignore her, or just be super nice to her,' Brandon said. 'She's so conniving. I won't be able to hold my tongue for long,' I said, closing my locker then walking off to lunch with Brandon. ****************** I walked in through the front door. My dad was cooking dinner. 'Hey Dana, how was your first day back?' he asked. 'Hey dad, it was alright. How was work?' I asked, putting my bag down. 'Not too bad. Did something happen today? You don't look too happy,' he said with a concerned look. 'No, everything's fine. I just have a class with Andrea Wilson,' I said. 'Oh, that girl that got in a fight with you over text before the summer?' he asked. 'Her,' I said, taking out my binder. 'I'm sure as long as you ignore her and don't talk to her, everything will be fine,' my dad said, smiling gently. He's right. There's nothing else I can do but that. I smiled back. 'Thanks dad,' I sat down and began looking over the Sociology note. *************** It was Friday already. Tonight is Brandon's party. He said everyone will be arriving at around 9 o'clock or so. It was chilly outside so we are just staying in his basement. His basement is huge. He's got a big room down there, a huge TV, and even a little living room area. Hopefully it will be fun. Hopefully I don't bump into or see Andrea. I had already told my parents about it. There are just going to stay home and make a nice dinner together. It was just hitting 8:30. I got dressed, said goodbye to my parents and left. When I arrived, many kids were already there. I was warmly welcomed by Brandon when I knocked on the door. He opened up and took me in for a tight hug. 'Thank you so much for coming,' he said. 'You are one of my best friends, how could I not?' I asked. He pulled back from the hug. 'You know, because I invited Andrea...' he said, looking down. 'I can't let it get to me. It's fine, I probably won't even see her, just like you said,' I smiled. He smiled back. 'Yeah, there's so many people down there, I don't even know half,' he said, giggling. I walked in and removed my shoes, making my way down with Brandon. He handed me a mixed berry breezer, and it was so good. He had lots of food and drinks. The basement was packed with people, and loud music. I met up with a few of my friends from school. We all shot back some Jell-O shots. I could feel the effects of the alcohol already. Taylor helped me stand, and handed me more food. 'Eat some more,' she said, handing me pizza. I took the slice and began eating it. I started to feel better the second food hit my stomach. 'That's so much better, thanks Tay,' I said, drinking on the water. 'You're welcome. Have you seen Andrea yet?' she asked, throwing out some napkins. 'No, I haven't. Maybe she's running late or just isn't going to show up,' I said, shrugging. 'Yeah, maybe,' she said. 'Okay guys! We need one volunteer to get into the closet with someone!' Drew called out to everyone. 'Dana will do it!' Matthew called out. 'What? I didn't even say anything!' I said laughing. 'You know you want to,' Matthew said, smirking. 'Are you going to do it Dana?' Drew asked, looking at me. I thought. It is a party, and there's a high chance I don't even know the person I'd be in the closet with. Why not? 'Fine, I'll do it,' I said, walking towards the basement closet. The door was already closed and a group of kids were standing outside of it. 'So who's coming in with me?' I asked, looking at Drew. 'The person is already in there waiting for someone to join them. It's pitch black in there so be careful,' he said, winking. I rolled my eyes playfully. 'How long am I in there with them for?' I asked curiously. 'You two have to engage in some sort of sexual act. Let's say, 20 minutes? We will come and get you once time's up,' he said, smirking. I was rather nervous. But I was kinda excited. I probably won't even know the person either. What if it's Justin? Or Mike? Or a guy I don't even know at all? Oh gosh... This could get awkward... But why not? Right?... I turned and opened the closet door slowly, seeing nothing but blackness. 'Have fun,' Drew said, guiding me inside the closet then shutting the door. I couldn't see a single thing. I was afraid of bumping into something. Suddenly, I heard the door being locked from the outside. Okay... Oh gosh... I'm locked in here with this person... I heard faint breathing coming from the side. I shifted my body, holding onto the walls inside the closet so I didn't bump into anything. I felt a body close to me. My hand touched their arm. They pulled me closer by wrapping their hand around my neck. I felt nails digging in my neck. Long nails... Am I with a girl? I payed attention to the breathing coming from the person. I can't really tell from the breathing if it's a guy or girl, and lots of guys have long nails. So right now, I am unsure. I guess we will just have to ... Kiss? We both pulled each other in, brushing our noses against each other's. Still don't know... But then we kissed. Our lips brushed. The lips against mine were smooth, and so soft. But then I felt it... Breasts... Their breasts were also pushed up against mine... And I could smell it... The perfume. I am with a girl. Oh God... I wonder if I know her... I wonder if she goes to my school... I wonder if it's one of my friends... I have no idea right now... We continued to kiss. The kiss grew deeper and deeper, and she let out a small moan when I grazed my teeth against her lip. I don't recognize that moan, probably because I've never heard a girl moan before. I've never done this with a girl before. Our tongues brushed, and she slipped her hands around my waist. I was getting turned on. Who is this girl? I moaned as she started to kiss down my neck, sucking it lightly, and licking it up and down from the base of my throat to my jaw. Oh my God... She's good... My moans grew louder as she kissed my collarbones. I pushed her back gently up against the wall, and began kissing up and down her neck, licking it from bottom to top, just like she did to me. 'Mmm...' she moaned, holding the back of my head. I felt her curls pressing up against my cheek as I kissed her tilted neck. I breathed in. Her hair smells so good... We still haven't exactly communicated... I wonder what she's thinking... I wonder if she knows who it is by now, or is still just as unsure as I still am. I continued to kiss her neck in hopes that she would talk, so I could see if I could recognize her voice. I came up with an idea. I will speak to her. I grazed my tongue across her collarbones, sucking her shoulder gently. She moaned. 'Does that feel good?' I asked, hoping she would answer. 'Mhmm...' she moaned in response. Dammit... I wasn't able to tell from that... **************** This girl is good... My God... I feel so good right now... I thought her voice sounded somewhat familiar, but my mind isn't really focusing on that right now, my mind is foggy. I'm just so turned on, I can't really focus... She continued kissing down my neck, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, opening it up. Oh my God... I've never done this with a girl before... But it feels really good... 'Can I take off your shirt?' the girl asked me. 'Mhmmm...' I responded with a moan. Of course you can take off my shirt... I'm sure this girl is so pretty... She's making me feel so good... ************* I pulled her shirt off of her shoulders, letting it fall off her arms, and it hit the ground. I ran my fingers across the flesh on her open chest and arms, her smooth skin made my fingertips tingle. 'Your skin is so soft,' I told her, pressing my lips against her shoulder, kissing it. ************* I moaned once again when I felt her lips touch my bare skin. But wait... She sounds so familiar... I know I've heard that voice before... I know her somehow... 'Mhmm... Talk to me...' I whispered to her. ************* Did she just ask me to talk to her? Hmmm... Maybe I can find out who she is by doing just that... 'I love your skin, it's so soft,' I said to her, kissing up and down the skin of her chest. Close Your Eyes ************* Oh my God... I closed my eyes, even though I didn't have to because it was already black in here. But I started to picture the girl and the voice together... No... That's not Hilary. Hilary's voice is way higher than that. Hmm... Maybe it's Gabby? No wait... Gabby's voice is deeper, and her lips are certainly not as plump as the girl's who is with me now... Who could this be?... 'Can I kiss your stomach, beautiful?' she asked me, breathing in my ear. I froze. 'Mhmm...' I answered, shocked. I know exactly who it is now... The soft voice, the bigger lips... It says it all... It's Dana... Oh my gosh... She probably has no clue it's me... ************** I. Still. Don't. Know. Who. This. Is. I kissed down her stomach, kneeling down in front of her as I kissed her stomach, holding slightly onto her hips. I felt her shiver as I kissed her hipbone, and I began unbuttoning her pants. I wonder how much time is left... She moaned and bucked her hips out off of the wall as I unbuttoned her pants. 'Oh, please...' she said, holding onto my hair. Oh... My... Gosh... I know that voice anywhere... Without a doubt... I know exactly who it is now... That's Andrea's voice... I'm with Andrea... Oh my... Mmmm... I don't know if I should ask or just keep going as if I don't know it's her... All though I know... It is her... I decided to just keep going along, as if I didn't just figure out it is her... As if I have no idea who it is... I pulled her pants down her legs, and took them off at her ankles. She stepped out of them. 'Oh... Mmm...' she moaned. Oh my gosh... It's so her... There was a pause of silence. 'Andrea?' I asked out loud. All I could hear was her breathing, then she spoke. 'Dana?' she asked out loud. Oh my gosh... So she figured out it was me too... 'Yeah... It's me...' I said, still bent down in front of her. Suddenly, it felt very awkward... 'Mhmm... It's me too...' she said. 'Well... What do you want to do?' I asked, holding her pants in my hands. 'We could keep going... Or just leave and pretend this never happened...' she said softly. I didn't know what the heck to do... 'Ummm... I don't know what to do Andrea... I feel very awkward...' I said. 'It's okay... I understand...' 'Yeah... I'm not sure...' I said. 'You're a... Great kisser though...' she said. I was shocked. 'I am?' I asked in disbelief. 'Mhmmm... I'd actually Iike to keep going... If you don't mind...' 'Andrea, are you drunk?' I asked. 'To be honest, no I'm not... Are you?' 'No, I'm fine...' There was another pause of silence. This one was longer. Maybe it was best not to try to figure out who it was after all... But somehow, we got through the awkwardness... I mean, I think we did... So I kissed up and down her legs. Andrea's quite tall, so I lifted up her leg, kissing it up and down. She moaned again as I kissed her leg. I moved to the other leg. I kissed it, up and down, fast then slow. I trailed my fingertips up her legs, brushing her slit. She let out a loud gasp, then I heard her palm slap to her mouth to quiet herself. I trailed my fingertips gently along her slit. She kept gasping. Why? Isn't she used to this? It's nothing new to her. 'Is this okay Andrea?' I asked her. 'Mmmm... Yes... It's good...' she answered. 'I'm sure you've had way better,' I said, running my finger along her slit. She let out another moan, bucking her hips as she stood in front of me. I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm just doing what feels good when I touch myself alone... 'Does it feel good?' I asked her. 'Feels great Dana...' she said gently, gripping onto my hair. I explored her more, placing my fingers to her hole, circling my finger around it. 'Oh God...' she shivered. She seems so on edge. I wish she would calm down, relax a little bit. Tons of guys have done this to her before I'm sure, they've been inside of her before. That's what I hear all the time... From her, and from others in the hall at school... I decided to take it a step further. I slowly placed my finger inside of her. She let out a cry, gripping my hair tightly. My finger just fit... I'm shocked... This isn't... A person who has had sex before... My finger shouldn't just fit... I know I've never had sex before, but I know for a fact it shouldn't be this way with her. Not after what I've heard. I thrusted my one finger slowly in and out of her. 'Ugh... Mmm...' she moaned. I could tell that she was biting her lip by the way her moan sounded. My eyes widened as I fingered her slowly. 'Andrea... You're... You're so...' 'Tight... I know...' she said. 'But... Why?...' I asked her. 'I'll explain later... Please keep going...' she said gently. I obliged, but I was still curious as to what the answer was. I continued to finger her slowly with my one finger. Her hips bucked to the rhythm of my finger. 'Two?' I asked. 'Please,' she said out of breath. I slowly added another finger to her, stretching her out. Am I the one stretching her out?... 'Oh... Your fingers feel good...' she said. I took in what she said, and decided to try something else on her... I brushed my tongue along her clit as my fingers continued to penetrate her slowly. 'Agh!' she cried out, her legs becoming shaky. 'Feel good?' I asked, waiting for her approval. 'Oh God... Yes...' she said. 'Keep going,' she breathed. I continued letting my tongue just graze her clit, and I allowed my fingers to go faster. Okay... This can't be the first time someone has performed oral on her... I can't tell that, but my prediction is that she is at least still a virgin... But then again, What do I know?... I hope I'm doing somewhat good for my first time doing this... 'Oh my God Dana... You're good...' Her words were really turning me on, and I felt her legs tremble. 'Oh Dana... You're going to make me cum...' I continued what I was doing to her. My tongue circled her clit, and my fingers moved faster in and out of her. 'Yes! Oh my God... I'm cumming Dana...' she said, placing one hand on my shoulder to keep her balance standing up. I felt her legs trembling right in front of me. 'Oh gosh... I almost fell over,' she said, giggling. I smiled. 'My God that felt amazing...' she said, gaining her balance again. 'Yeah?' I asked, standing back up, meeting her face with mine once again. 'Yes...' she breathed and placed a hand on my cheek. She gently pushed me up against the wall. I gasped when she grabbed my shirt and lifted it gently over my head. She kissed all over my chest. I was so surprised... This is happening with Andrea... We are supposed to be yelling at each other, not moaning because of each other. She shouldn't be taking off my shirt right now, she should be twisting her fist in the collar of my shirt as she pins me to my locker, telling me to back off her boyfriend. I shouldn't be moaning her name right now, I should be yelling out her name because she pissed me off. But it's all the opposite... She really is taking off my shirt, I am moaning her name because she's making me feel good. I feel great right now. She glided her hand down my stomach, slipping it inside my tracks, rubbing me over my panties. I breathed in sharply, gasping as I held onto her shoulder. She attached her lips to my neck as she continued to rub me slowly through my panties. 'Does that feel good?' she asked gently in my ear. 'Yes... I like it...' I moaned. She slipped her hand inside my panties, brushing my slit with her fingers. The new sensations she was producing on me with just her fingers felt so good... 'Andrea, your fingers feel so good...' I moaned, gripping her hair. She placed her fingers to me, and slowly eased them inside. 'Ughhhh...' I gasped in through my teeth. 'Does that hurt?' she asked me gently in my ear. 'No... It's good...' I said biting my lip, moving my hips in rhythm with her hand. She slowly picked up the pace of her fingers, and my back arched against the wall, my neck tilted upwards. She took this opportunity to kiss my open neck while she fingered me against the wall. 'Oh my God... Andrea...' I moaned as the new feeling of pleasure shot through my entire body. I felt that knot in my stomach, the very one I get when I'm touching myself. 'Andrea, keep going... Don't stop...' I breathed. Her palm brushed against my clit, and that was all it took to send me over. 'Oh God!' I cried out as her fingers moved in and out of me and her palm pleasured my clit. 'I'm cumming Andrea... Oh my...' I breathed out, and my orgasm sent chills all throughout my body. She removed her fingers, tracing them back up my stomach. I felt her leaving a trail of my juices all over my stomach, circling my navel. I breathed hard as my orgasm started to fade. She pulled me close to her, kissing my neck gently. 'Andrea...' I breathed, calling her name. 'Yes...?' she asked gently on my neck. 'That was amazing...' I said, smiling to myself. 'It couldn't have been as amazing as you made me feel...' she said. 'No... Andrea... You were so ...' 'Oh, that...' she said. 'Why was my finger just able to fit? I thought tons of guys have... Umm... Done that with something else...' I said, mumbling out the last few words. 'Dana... Truth is... I am a virgin... I've never slept with any guy... Tonight, this is how far I've ever gotten with anyone...' she said, explaining herself. I was shocked. Andrea Wilson is a virgin. 'Seriously?' I asked. 'Yes...' she said. I could hear the shame in her voice. 'Why would you lie?' I asked her. 'To look cool... I have a reputation to uphold... Don't tell my friends, don't tell anyone, please?...' she asked. 'I won't... But I think it's ridiculous you have to lie in order to feel popular...' I said sincerely. 'I know... But that's the way it is nowadays... Maybe one day I will come clean, but not now...' she said. 'Do what you want...' I said. 'I'm kinda glad I never had sex with anyone, or ever got far with anyone...' she said. 'And why is that?' I asked curiously. 'Because if I had, this probably wouldn't have happened between us... And I really like what just happened...' Wow... This is a bit... Insane... Unreal?... 'Oh, wow...' I said in shock. 'I'm just being honest,' she said. 'It was great Andrea, you are great...' I said honestly. 'I'm glad you enjoyed because I did too...' she said. 'I just... Thought we hated each other...' I confessed. 'I am jealous of you Dana...' 'What? Of me?' I asked her. 'Of you, that's why we... You know... Have bad blood... But I need to smarten up... I'm sorry... You're an amazing person and I just have to accept that...' I was lost for words. 'Andrea... I...' 'Don't say anything to that, please,' she said, silencing me with a finger over my lips. 'Well... Thank you for this Andrea...' I said. 'No, thank you,' she said. It was our little secret. We were both each other's ... First real sexual experience, and we hated each other before it... We both struggled to find our clothes in the dark. There was a knock at the door. 'Hey, 20 minutes is up,' **************** How was it??? Thank you all soooo much for everything!! Hope you're all well!! You're perfect just the way you are - Katie xoxo Close Your Eyes Note: "This writer does not mean to imply that just because you are fat, old, short, and/or ugly that you are not popular, hot, and/or do not have love in your life. Except for Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan, who are just idiots, we are all uniquely different and special individuals." * There was something in the air that night as Wendy drifted off to sleep. She was thin, she was young, she was tall, and she was beautiful. Life was good. She was popular, she was hot, and everyone loved her. There was something in the air that night as Mandy drifted off to sleep. She was fat, she was old, she was short, and she was ugly. Life was not good. She had no friends, she was not hot, and no one loved her. Yet, in a whirlwind of revolutionary transformation, the wind from the west, the south, the east, and the north converged in a cornfield in Kansas and exploded in a tornado of cyclonic change that continually circumvented the planet around and around at the speed of light, 670,616,629 miles per hour until the dawn of daylight. Something appeared different when Wendy awoke with a start. Everything was not right. Something appeared different when Mandy awoke with a start. Everything was just great. The fat, old, short, and ugly cherubs decided that it was their day and their time to play God and He allowed it. A day of reckoning with the intervention from Heaven above delivered a powerful blow to those who were proud, conceited, shallow, mean spirited, and insensitive to the needs and feelings of others who were less fortunate in the lottery of the genetic gene pool. Now, those who were thin, young, tall, and beautiful were no longer the desirable ones and those who were fat, old, short, and ugly were the desirable ones. Photos and memories of Kate Smith and Aretha Franklin replaced those of Marilyn Monroe and Catherine Zeta Jones. Now, there was a famous photo of Oprah Winfrey without wig or makeup standing on a grate while a gust of wind blew up her white skirt showing her granny panties. Photos of Santa Claus in his Santa's hat, black boots, and red bikini briefs and Jackie Gleason in an abbreviated bus driver's uniform much like a Chippendale's costume plastered billboards, buses, and taxicabs everywhere. Burl Ives's music played over public loudspeakers and Orson Wells's films played in cinemas throughout the country. Granny America replaced Miss America contests and reality television really became reality television when they showed exactly how people appeared in real life without all the glitz and glamour. American Idol became American Wide Doll and all contestants had to pass a minimum 200 pound weigh-in for women and a 300 pound weigh-in for men to compete in the singing competition. The 300 pound Randy Jackson was the only judge invited back, Ruben Studdard, the 400 pound winner of American Idol II, replaced Simon Cowell, and Aretha Franklin, the super diva, replaced the short and ugly enough but too thin Paula Abdul. Paris Hilton, Jessica Biel, Beyonce Knowles, and all the supermodels were no longer celebrities. Instead, they all hid themselves away in their one bedroom, cold water flats afraid to be seen in the light of day. They were hideous looking. The dawn of a new day delivered a new batch of celebrities and supermodels. The celebrity market was hot for fabulously fugly women who were fat and fifty. If you were fifty-five-years old, 5'2", 200 pounds, and homely, advertisers wanted you to represent their products, magazines wanted your image on their cover, Hollywood was hot for you, and the Paparazzi followed you wherever you went. Suddenly, you were a star and it was all about you. Now, this is something that black women have known all their lives. They have the right self-confident attitude that more of us need to foster. It is all about them no matter how big they are. They are the shining star. "You go girl." Thin, young, tall, and beautiful people were depressed, suicidal, and on antidepressant drugs. There were high fat and high carbohydrate diets available on every newsstand giving advice on how to gain weight. Thin women wore extra clothing even in the summertime and only wore clothes with horizontal, wide stripes hoping to make them fit in by making them appear bigger and heavier. Young women colored their hair grey and went days without sleep to develop and maintain the bags under their eyes. Tall women wore flats and slouched to make them appear shorter. Beautiful women wore double bags over their heads incase one bag broke. Black, dark brown, forest green and navy blue clothing were out and formally banned and burned by the fashion industry and replaced by colorful clothing with geometric patterns of giant squares and huge neon polka dots. Women were encouraged to show some skin with their fashion. Bikinis were now available for the big, beautiful women who had the bodacious bodies to wear them. For fear of ridicule, thin women never removed their cover-ups when they were on public beaches. Fat people stared at them, pointed and laughed. "Hey, skinny! Eat something!" Mothers used them as an example to get their children to eat. "Come here, child. Do you see that skinny looking woman sitting over there all by herself without a man? That's what will happen to you if you do not eat. Now, go finish all of your lunch." It was a new world order. Thin was no longer in and big really was beautiful. Thin people stopped exercising and started eating. Cosmetic companies, Gyms, Health Clubs, LA Weight Loss, Jenny Craig, and Weight Watchers went out of business while fast food restaurants opened more restaurants at new locations. Fat was no longer a four letter word and food was not vulgar. Surgeons invented a new procedure called the Burstie that increased the size of the stomach so that people could consume more food at a sitting. Lipopadding replaced Liposuction. Airplane seats and toilet seats were super sized and all those too small toilet stalls were now the size of handicapped toilet stalls, even the ones on airplanes. Booths were replaced by wide, cushioned captain chairs and were no longer offered in restaurants. Supermarket aisles were doubled in width and shopping carts were made larger. A new automobile called the Maxi had plenty of interior room and offered built-in dinner tray holders like they had at the drive-in for fast food. The World Eating Competition drew a larger audience than the World Series, The Super Bowl, Times Square at New Year's Eve, and the Indy 500 combined. Sumo Wrestling spread throughout the world. Even the United States had a national Women's Sumo Wrestling Federation better known as the WSWF. People paid big bucks to watch short, fat, old, ugly women wrestle one another while wearing thong diapers and pasties on their tits. Victoria's Secrets changed their name to Victoria's Granny Panties and catered to obese women. The catalogs that once showed thin, young, tall, and beautiful women with wings, now showed fat, old, short, and ugly women eating chicken wings. I am sure that after reading this essay, there are those who will accuse me of making fun of fat, old, short, and ugly people. That is the furthest thing from the truth and not the purpose of this essay. This essay makes my point by exaggerating the ridiculous hoping to make it obvious that just as it is ridiculous for everyone to revere thin, young, tall, and beautiful people, it is wrong to hate and discriminate against, fat, old, short, and ugly people. We are all God's children. For some inexplicable reason only known to God, (for those of you who believe) we are all here at the same time and in the same place. We need to have the attitude of "There go I before God." Let's enjoy the ride no matter what we look like. Life is too short to be unhappy. My philosophy is if they cannot take a joke, fuck 'em. It's just a story...stupid. For those of you who will take offense at what I write, I apologize in advance. If we all had the attitude that no one is better than you, this world would be a better place. You cannot help the accident that is birth but you can work with what you have to make yourself better. In the scheme of things, when you really ponder the things that are important in life, looks are so unimportant. It is what we are inside that is important. Your outside appearance can only take you so far. Who you are inside will, by far, take you further. If you need proof of that, just look at who is in control and in charge of this country and the world. It is not the good looking people. Bill Gates is no dreamboat but he is the richest and one of the most powerful men in the world. Oprah Winfrey is not most men's idea of a sexual fantasy, yet she is one of the richest and most powerful women in the world. If you close your eyes, we all look the same. So, if you cannot see beyond your prejudices, close your eyes. Close Your Eyes... Close your eyes and listen to these sounds. The instant coffee granules fall off the spoon and swish into the coffee mug. The teaspoon clinks against the china. The fridge opens with that characteristic sucking as the magnetic rubber seal is broken open. The milk carton scrapes against the plastic as it is withdrawn from the fridge door shelf. The electric kettle bubbles and steams and clicks to a boiling stop. I lift the kettle off of its stand and carry it across to the sink. I clamp my left hand around my FavouriteToy's right wrist and lean my weight in, pinning her splayed hand against the cold stainless steel draining board. I whisper in her ear: "Yes, it's all about trust." The scolding hundred degree centigrade water falls from the spout and washes down onto the back of her right hand. The damage is instantaneous. On contact the skin on the back of her hand goes into a shocking metamorphosis from its uniform even coloration to a violently mottled organic patchwork of red and white. All the muscles in her hand go into spasm. The pairs of opposing muscles battle to no advantage and the only movement is a barely perceptible sudden curling up of the fingers lifting the fingertips off the surface of the draining board. I anticipate the unconscious reaction of self preservation, the jerking of her arm and body to yank her hand out of harm's way. I force all my strength into keeping her hand pinned to the surface and continue to pour the scolding cruelty over the back of her hand for as long as it takes to inflict the weeping, blistering second degree burns. When I stop, there is a moment of silence. The first thing this pretty stranger says is "I trust you." It is what I had played for, but I am almost in disbelief at winning this prize. I put down the kettle. My left hand still clamps her wrist down onto the wet rapidly cooling draining board. My right hand comes up and unties the blindfolding silk scarf. She looks first at me and then kisses me full on the mouth. She looks down at her mutilated hand and sees, no damage at all. A cup with the last of the unbearably hot, but not quite scolding water stands at the side. "You bastard!" She arrived in stockings and heels, she compiled with my wishes not to wash, she wore yesterdays thong, she met me at my flat for a first meeting. I think this calls for a little more than a coffee. I turn her around on her four inch heels and lead her back into the living room where the champagne is waiting. --- ooo --- I found my FavouriteToy on Guardian Soulmates, one of the more respectable online dating sites associated with a broadsheet newspaper. Having spent some time dwelling on a rather more alternative BDSM website, the idea was that perhaps I should look to fish elsewhere, spread the net a little further a field, in order to find what I am looking for. And what am I looking for, well a broadsheet reader duh! Well not really. I sent her a memo. Her profile said she was not interested in long drawn out correspondence as she finds that "boring, boring boring!" My memo concluded with: Close Your Eyes, Mom I fucked my mother for the first time a couple of months ago and I would like to tell you about it while the memory is still fresh. I'm a student at an Ivy League university. I used to go to State, but after my father won the lottery, I transferred to a more expensive and far more prestigious school. Dad sold his hardware store and bought the most luxurious camper he could find. He and Mom traveled the country on an endless vacation. I finished my first year of college and went to join my parents for the summer. We didn't stay long in one place. As soon as they felt the first pangs of boredom, they moved to another campground. It didn't take long for me to figure out that they had become swingers. The bumper sticker that read "Swinging Gypsies" tipped me off right away. All of the campgrounds that we went to were hotbeds of swinger activity. Mom is a very hot babe. She's in her early forties but doesn't look it. She's petite, no more than five-two and one hundred pounds. Her tits aren't big but they are just the right size for her body. Her long, unblemished legs may be her nicest feature. Dad is a good-looking guy with a full head of dark hair and a brilliant smile. They were very successful swingers. As soon as the men got a look at my classy mother, they all wanted to fuck her. We were at a campground in Florida when I committed the forbidden act. Within an hour of checking in, Mom and Dad hooked up with another swinging couple. I will call them Bob and Carol. That evening, we went over to their roomy camper for a cookout. Carol, a high school teacher, was as cute as could be. Dad looked at her the way a hungry bum looks at a thick steak. The horny bastard was practically drooling. Bob was looking at my mother the same way. I was very uncomfortable with the whole scene and was trying to think of an excuse to leave. On the other hand, I figured there was a possibility, however remote, that I might be included in the fun and games, even if it was just to watch. The four swingers were drinking heavily, a vice that seemed to be part of the lifestyle. We men were drinking beer while the women drank margaritas. Mom is not a good drinker. She can handle a beer or glass of wine, but hard liquor is like poison to her. Dad kept warning her to take it easy, but she ignored him. Just about the time the sex should have started, Mom keeled over. Dad gently slapped her to try to bring her around. Carol sprinkled ice water in her face. Nothing worked. Mom was out cold. Dad and I carried her home. After we put Mom on the bed, Dad said, "Help me get her undressed." I assumed that he meant undressed down to her panties and bra, but he didn't stop there. He took off her bra and her beautiful tits rolled free. They were even finer than I had imagined. "Go ahead and take her panties off, son," Dad said. My hands trembled as I slid the little bikini down her thighs. She had a full bush on her pussy, just the way nature intended. "Well, what do you think, son," Dad asked. "Isn't she a fine piece of ass? Loves to fuck, too. Can't get enough." He reached down and played with her titties. "Watch this, son." He blew on one of her nipples and it began to harden. "Go ahead and blow on the other one, son." Her light-brown nipples were the size of silver dollars. My warm breath against the tiny nub caused it to swell like a stiff little cock. "Go ahead and suck it, son," Dad said in a husky voice. "Give those honeys a squeeze while you're at it." I turned to see him watching through the viewfinder of his expensive video camera. I put my hands on her tits and gave them a gentle squeeze. They felt as good as they looked. Then I sucked them just the way I must have sucked them as a newborn babe. Dad stepped forward and fondled her pussy. "Look at this, son," he said. He took her labia between his thumbs and fingers and pulled them wide apart. "That's the hole you came out of nineteen years ago." The opening was so tiny that it didn't seem possible that something weighing ten pounds could come out of it. "You want to fuck her, don't you, son? Well go ahead and do it. I would love to see it. She'll never know the difference, if you prefer it that way. And don't worry about her waking up. I've seen her like this a few times, and, believe me, a hurricane wouldn't wake her up." I fondled her furry pussy as I considered Dad's offer. Sucking her tits and fondling her pussy probably didn't count as incest, but fucking her certainly would. Did I dare go that far? Was I man enough? "Go ahead, son. Did you get so much young pussy at college that you aren't interested in some vintage stuff?" "Dad, I've never had pussy. I'm a virgin. College life isn't as wild as you think." "A virgin? You're a virgin? Well, then you have to fuck her." I continued fondling her but couldn't bring myself to do more. "Do you have to be here, Dad?" I asked. "Damn right. I don't let anybody fuck my wife unless I get to watch. All right, if you don't want her step aside and let me have her." Dad casually tossed his clothes aside and I saw him naked for the first time. His daily workouts had given him a superb body. A thick carpet of hair covered his chest. His cock was about the size of my own - seven inches. He handed me the camcorder and pointed at the record button, then he mounted my unconscious mother and shoved his cock into her. "I would be fucking that other bitch right now if this one hadn't passed out. Anytime you want to cut in, just tap me on the shoulder. And if you feel like jacking, don't let me stop you. I kind of like the idea of you jacking off while you watch me fuck your mother." I pulled my aching cock out through my fly and masturbated as I watched Dad fucking Mom. If not for pornography and masturbation, I would not have had a sex life of any kind. Watching Dad fuck my comatose mother was hotter than any porno flick that I had ever seen. He fucked her so hard his belly slapped against hers. He constantly squeezed her beautiful tits with both hands like he was playing a pair of bagpipes. I couldn't take it any longer. By then I was convinced that Mom wouldn't wake up. "Okay, Dad, I want to try it." He probably hadn't smiled a bigger smile since the day he won the lottery. He got off the bed, took the camera, and taped me stripping down. "Nice cock you've got there, son," he said. I crawled onto the bed and stared down at my beautiful mother. I'm going to put all of the blame for what I did next on the four beers I drank at the cookout. I mounted my mother and probed for her fuck-hole. "You're a little high, son. Lower your aim." And then I stuck the head of my cock into the very same hole that my other head had emerged from nineteen years earlier. Mom's pussy was warm and slick. I pushed my cock in all the way and instantly shot my load. Dad knew by my clenching ass and twitching balls that I was cumming. There was no way to hide it. "Well, that was quick," he said. "It's very common for virgins to ejaculate prematurely. Nothing prepares you for the feel of a warm, wet pussy around your cock. Keep fucking and you'll probably stay hard." "What if I knocked her up, Dad?" "Don't worry about that. She's on the pill. Now throw a good fuck into her." Dad was getting it all on tape. When the doorbell rang, he propped the camera up on the dresser so he wouldn't miss anything. I continued to shamelessly fuck my unconscious mother. Then I felt a draft, and when I looked back over my shoulder, Bob was standing in the doorway gaping at the scene. "Hot damn! Incest! I've always wanted to see it, and mother-fucking is my favorite variation. Hell, I just came by to see how she was, now I'm going to get the hottest show of my life. Go ahead and give it to her. Just pretend I'm not here." I lost some of my bone, but not so much that I had to stop. I continued practicing my thrusts. Even though I didn't have any sexual experience, I had done considerable reading on the subject, thanks to the Internet. I had read someplace that the secret to a great fuck is variety. Every stroke should be different from every other stroke. As I pumped my cock in and out of Mom's pussy, there seemed to be an infinite number of possibilities. Bob was soon as naked as the rest of us and was enthusiastically working his big dick. I nearly fainted when I shot a second load into Mom. Bob rushed forward to take my place but Dad intercepted him. "Sorry, partner. Getting sloppy-seconds after my son will be the experience of a lifetime. You can have her next. Hey, look at this, you guys." He was pointing at a bump at the top of her slit. I was pretty naïve, but I knew enough to know that it was her clitoris. "You gave her a hard-on, son," he said with a chortle. Without being told to do so, I picked up the camera and taped Dad getting the best sloppy-seconds of his life. As he drove his cock into her, my custard spurted out and trickled down over her ass-hole. I felt a little better about my own premature ejaculation when Dad's balls boiled over after only a dozen thrusts. "That was amazing!" Dad exclaimed. "Look at my cock all coated with my son's dick-juice." Dad took over the camera and taped Bob fucking Mom. I felt a little sick and wanted to leave then, but Dad talked me into laying next to them and jacking off. "It will make a really hot scene," he said. He had let me fuck his wife, so the least I could do was give him what he wanted. I stretched out on the bed and did the one thing that I was good at - beating my meat. As Bob pulled his cock out and unloaded on Mom's belly, my jism spurted out onto my belly. Before Bob left, he and Dad agreed that I should participate in the sex party they were planning for the following night. I had mixed feelings about that. I certainly wanted to fuck his pretty wife, but I was undecided about letting Mom know that I had fucked her. My cock decided for me when I awoke in the morning with a powerful woody. I imagined it saying, "I'm tired of your hand. I want some more pussy." Bob and Carol showed up as Dad was putting the finishing touches on the charcoal fire. Carol really looked hot in a skimpy blouse tied off just below her tits. I could see her dark nipples through the almost-transparent material. She was wearing a pair of hip-huggers that barely covered her pussy. I could tell by the way she looked at me that she knew what I had done. Mom acted as though nothing had happened, so I wasn't sure about her. If Dad hadn't yet told her, when and how did he plan on breaking the news? The steaks were perfect and the baked potatoes were crunchy just the way I like them, but I didn't taste a single bite. All I could think about was what was to come. When we finished the meal, we sat around drinking the way we had the previous night. Mom prudently stuck to Pepsi. Mom excused herself to go to the bathroom, and a few minutes later Dad asked, "What do you guys say to a little fun?" When we walked into the livingroom, Mom emerged from the bedroom wearing nothing but a smile. Damn, was she hot! When she had been prone on the bed, I couldn't truly appreciate her beauty. She pulled my pants down, pushed me back in a chair, and sat on my lap. While she was doing that, Dad was loading a tape into the VCR. "I've just got to see this," Carol said. There was a shot of Dad's jiggling ass as he pumped his cock into his unconscious wife's pussy. Then I was stripping and mounting my mother. My face turned beet red when they giggled at my premature ejaculation. Then Bob was sitting next to the bed watching and jacking. I tried to get Dad to shut off the VCR before it got to the scene of me jacking off, but he refused and I'm kind of glad he did. Mom gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "I'm sorry I missed out on the fun. Now you're going to have to make up for it." Mom went to her knees and started sucking my cock as the others shifted their positions to get a better look. Dad had already started taping. Bob and Carol undressed slowly while paying careful attention to what Mom was doing. It was as though they were afraid to look away lest they miss something. I had never had a blow job and couldn't believe how good it felt. Carol was just as scrumptious as I had imagined. Her plump tits were just the right size for her body. I felt a twinge of jealousy when she sat on her husband's lap and encouraged him to grope her. Mom's velvety lips slid up and down my slick shaft. She constantly swished a mouthful of spit around my cock. As hot as I was, I wouldn't have been surprised to see steam come out of her nostrils. "Mom, I think you had better stop now. It wouldn't be right for me to come in your mouth. Mom, please stop now. LOOK OUT, MOM! HERE IT COMES!" The decent thing to do would have been to pull my cock out of my mother's mouth and shoot off on my belly, but I couldn't do it. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn't give it up. Bob succeeded in masturbating his pretty wife to an orgasm. "THAT'S IT!" she shouted. "SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN YOUR MOTHER'S MOUTH!" She began whinnying like a mare in heat. Mom continued sucking as my cock spurted in her mouth. There was more jism than she could handle, and some spilled down her chin. Dad couldn't have been more pleased. The spillage added a nice touch to the porno he was making. Mom smiled up at me with come dripping off her chin. "Yum-yum," she said as she smacked her lips. Mom took me by the hand and led me to the master bedroom. I stumbled and staggered on legs that barely functioned. She pushed me to my back, mounted me, and impaled herself on my cock. Dad, Bob and Carol watched for a few minutes until the novelty of watching a woman fuck her son wore off, then they got down to business themselves. Carol demanded a double-penetration fuck from both of them. After setting up the camera to record all of the action, Dad greased his cock and went to his back. Carol straddled him and took his cock up her ass. Mom fed me her tits. When she tired of having one nipple sucked, she pulled it out of my mouth and fed me the other. I was learning that being able to suck the woman's tits was the best thing about the woman-on-top position. Next to us, Bob was on top of Dad and his wife and was pumping his cock into her pussy. The way they were moving together lead me to believe that they were not strangers to the perversion. Carol was moving back and forth between them taking their cocks on alternate strokes. Mom said she wanted me on top of her and we somehow managed it without unhooking. It really got good then. We were all going at it so hard that I swear the whole damn camper shook. Mom had her feet squarely planted on the bed for leverage and was raising her ass to meet my thrusts. She was thrashing about too wildly for me to fuck with anything resembling finesse, so the best I could do was just ram my cock in and hope that I hit the crucial nerve that would trigger her orgasm. Both of the women were braying like donkeys by then. I worried about the neighbors hearing us until I remembered that we were in a swinger camp. Mom and I were fucking at around three strokes per second. I couldn't keep that pace up for long, and was a little relieved when she started to come. "OH, MY GOD! THAT'S IT! YES..YES..YES! HE'S MAKING ME COME! MY SON IS MAKING ME COME!" That outburst was followed by a long whinny. Her pussy clamping down on my cock set me off, and I fired my buckshot against her cervix. The others had stopped fucking to watch mother and son come together. "Nice work, son," Dad said. "I couldn't have done it better myself." "Yeah, good job," Bob said. "Now if you're finished with her, how about letting me try her out? Go help your father with my wife." I jacked my cock to keep it hard and knelt between Carol's legs. Dad's cock was planted up to the balls in her ass. She grabbed my cock and frantically jacked it to keep it up. "Don't you dare go soft on me," she hissed. It worked and she soon guided me to her fuck-hole. I shoved my cock in and discovered that she was just as tight and slick as Mom. I could feel the heat from Dad's cock through the thin membrane separating us. Carol began to buck up against me and urge me to fuck her. I gave her what she wanted. I felt Dad's cock lurch six or seven times as he shot his load up her ass. He valiantly tried to continue, but his cock went soft and slipped out. Dad's half-hard cock poking my balls was interfering with my strokes until he reached down and moved it out of my way. "Take your father's place in my ass," Carol said. "Shove your cock up into the mess he made." "Oh, no, you don't!" Mom said. "I want to be the one to give him his first piece." Carol went crazy when she started to cum. She said something about me not fucking her hard enough, and, with what seemed like superhuman strength, flipped me onto my back. She posted up and down on me taking my cock deep on each stroke. Meanwhile, Dad had gone to work on her ass with his fingers. He shoved three greasy fingers deep into her ass and twisted them around. She had a very powerful orgasm and then went limp on top of me. I had been so distracted by Carol's orgasm that I hadn't noticed Bob and Mom switching positions. She had mounted him and was riding him hard. She looked at me through glazed eyes and said, "Get over here and stick your bone in my ass." I could hardly believe what was happening, and pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. My cock was slick with Carol's sex juices so I didn't bother to lubricate it. The way my cock slid into Mom's ass so easily made me think that she had been sodomized plenty of times. The anal penetration triggered her orgasm, and the clenching of her sex muscles did it for Bob and I. There is no way I can describe the ecstasy I felt when I shot my load up Mom's ass. The five of us had almost continuous sex for a full week. Dad and the imaginative swingers wanted to see Mom and I indulge in every perversion that they could dream up. Probably the nastiest thing I did was Dad's idea. I fucked between her big, silky-soft tits while he and Bob held her by the nipples. When I felt myself starting to cum, I said, "Close your eyes, Mom," then I shot my load in her face. Dad slapped me on the back and said, "You're a real man now." Dad got most of the action on tape. He made copies for me to take back to school. My frat buddies and I had some great jack-off parties with those tapes. They wanted to fuck my beautiful mother and they eventually did. But that's another story. Close Your Eyes... Now ... imagine a beautiful beach, the waves lapping upon the white, fine sand. The sun is slowly moving down, gently teasing the water with it's rays, causing a incredible collage of colors - reds, yellows, rust, and orange, all mixing with the beautiful blue ocean, and the darkening sky. A lone woman sits on the beach, watching the ending of another day. A gentle breeze blows her hair. She sits with knees up, arms hugging her legs, lost in thought. A big blanket covers the sand, still warm from the sun. It feels so good on her toes ... as she glances up the beach ... seeing a solitary figure walking slowly towards her. The light is fading, causing her to squint, trying to make out who it might be. The beach is deserted except for these two ... The only sound is the waves caressing the shore, and an occasional gull, saying good-bye to the day. The figure moves closer, and she can make out it is a woman with strong legs, dark tan, and long blonde hair. A slow smile begins on her face... she knows this person, knows that walk, that smile. I approach you swinging a basket, filled with goodies ... a sly smile on my face, the breeze blowing my hair around me, the last of the sun's rays highlighting my hair, my tanned skin, my eyes... full of mischief. You smile and say my name... knowing I have found you and that I must have something in mind ... with that look on my face. I walk up to you, not saying a word... and move to your back... sitting on my knees. You turn to say something, but I put my finger on your lips and slowly shake my head and I softly say "Shhhhhhh, not now just relax, this is my present for you." Now, close your eyes ... You turn head to the ocean again, curiosity getting the best of you, yet knowing it will be worth the wait. I open the basket and pull out some oil to massage your back, allowing my fingers to softly caress your shoulder, causing you to jump ever so slightly. I move forward and whisper in your ear. "Relax... just close your eyes and let it happen. I won't hurt you ... promise" My voice is low, and sweet, like honey and you find yourself doing as I say without a second thought. I pour the sweet oil into my hand, and begin working it into your shoulders, moving my hands in slow circles, feeling you begin to relax under my touch. I spread my fingers and let them begin to work the muscles... getting all the stress and tension out, my fingers working deeper and deeper. The sun has painted the sea a multitude of colors as my hands move further down your back... moving down your spine, and outward... long, strong strokes. You have your eyes closed and so very softly I begin to nibble on your shoulder ... my tongue moving in sensual circles across your skin, my teeth so very gently biting your neck. You catch your breath as my warm, soft lips move up your neck, my hands and fingers moving lower... along your lower back... moving out from your spine, easing the tension. You can feel my firm, full breast against your back, my nipples teasing you with their hardness. As my hands move lower, I pull you against me, my hands moving around you... moving up your body... to feel your breast, your nipples hardening with my fingers touch. My lips move to your ear, and I whisper... "Let's take off those clothes, I don't think you are going to need them for a while." You can only close your eyes, breathing in deeply, as my hands move to pull off your tank top... letting my hands move caressingly over your skin. I move and lay you down on the blanket, looking into your beautiful eyes and smile... my fingers lightly tracing a path down your body... down your belly, moving to your shorts, running my fingers inside the waist band, moving them slowly down your hips letting my nails run over your smooth skin, causing you to gasp ... and close your eyes again ... going with the sensations. I spread your legs with one of my hands, and move between them, my other hand never having left your shorts still pulling them lower and lower... seeing the light trace of hair appear, and you stiffen and open your eyes. Seeing my eyes and smile, you know that soon you will be feeling more intense sensations. I take my hands and lift your hips, sliding the shorts down your legs... letting my hands caress your hips, your thighs, moving slowly down your leg, until the shorts are in a bunch beside you. My fingers move to your feet... massaging more oil into your skin, working the muscles evenly on both feet, my fingers so strong, my palms moving in circles on your arches, the balls of your feet. Moving up your legs... my fingers and hands work on the muscles, making you relax into such a peaceful state... forgetting where you are. Just lost in the feeling. As my fingers move up to your knee you open your eyes, watching me, with a sweet smile on your face. I lean up and blow soft cool air on your sweet pussy... and you shiver. We are in total darkness... the only light from the few stars and the awakening moon behind your head. You can see the moonlight in my eyes, and see my desire, my need to have you, to make you feel such sweet ecstasy. My hands move to your inner thighs touching the soft skin and I lean further up, taking one of your breast into my mouth,causing you to moan ever so lowly... your nipples getting even more hard in my mouth... my tongue running over them, my teeth playfully biting them, making you jerk. My hands are on your hips now... working the muscles, caressing your lower belly teasing you with the closeness. One hand moves up and takes your other breast, cupping it tenderly and moving my fingers around and around... finally taking the hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger, and rolling it back and forth, as I suck harder and harder on the breast in my mouth. Spreading your legs even further, I press against you... feeling your heat and wetness. My hips move against you and you meet me, knowing so very well the sweet rhythm we will soon share between us. I move my mouth to the other breast... biting it, making you shiver with delight. My hand slides down your side, stroking your hip, moving inside you thigh as I suck your other breast... and with slow movements, my fingers move inside your folds. So soft, so velvety so smooth and soo very wet. My lips move down your belly... and my fingers move inside teasing you... playing at your opening, moving just inside feeling you tense... my tongue licking closer and closer... finally moving to your folds... and moving inside, finding your clit so very hard and eager for my touch. As my tongue moves against it... in circles and up and down, I press my fingers inside you, 2 and then 3... moving in a slow, steady rhythm, knowing you are already so very excited. I curl my fingers, reaching inside... and finding that wonderful spot that causes such intense pleasure, stroking it... making you cry my name. My tongue moves faster over your clit the juices are already flowing from you... you are sooo wet, and getting wetter. I press deeper inside you, moving with you... your hips pressing against me, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. I lick you up and down, side to side, the touch of my tongue soft, then hard, just the tip, then all of it... You are starting to squirm, and I know you are so very close to release, to an incredible orgasm.... I stroke you faster... and faster... moving in circles, in and out, deeper and deeper. Your clit is so very hard ... finally, as I know you are about to explode, I bite it and press inside you finding then stroking your G-spot, and you yell my name, your hips move up, your muscles tense... I press deeper and deeper inside you,feeling the spasms of pleasure... then one hand moves to the basket and I get ice and touch your belly... causing you to scream and cum again, so very intense ... your muscles clinching on my fingers and I move up and kiss you softly. You wrap your arms around me, and our kiss deepens ... and you have wave upon wave of sensations move over you just as the waves are lapping against the shore ... Close Your Eyes Pet Panting rapidly, legs trembling and eyes trained on Him, her heart is filled with absolute devotion as she awaits the next stroke. His broad back is to her and she knows that when the sting of the last one begins to subside, He will turn to face her, having decided where the next one will land. Her sex is hot and wet to the touch. She knows this because she is holding her right hand firmly between her legs. Just a few moments ago He'd been so close to her. The heat from His body warming her air chilled flesh. His mouth mere millimeters away from her ear, he'd whispered, "Mmmmmm my little pet..." the puff of air hitting the tiny hairs of her ear made her shiver and break out in goosebumps, "...you will leave your hand where I have placed it until I am done. Nod your head if you understand My instructions pet." She had nodded immediately. "Very good pet..." He'd said slowly in the low and gravely voice that she'd now come to associate with His most intense moods. She desperately wants to hold still... she WANTS to please Him. She's been able keep her hand in place thus far, but He'd only just landed the second stroke across her left thigh. Even this early on, she had almost faltered at the sudden intense shock of it. Her thoughts are broken when she sees Him begin to turn. His movements are slow and deliberate – He knows what the anticipation does to her. He rushes nothing. His eyes come up to meet hers and she smiles. She smiles even though her left thigh feels like it's on fire. She smiles even knowing that He is about to deliver another stroke. She smiles because in His eyes she sees herself. His one. His pet. His adoration. His love .... "...Close your eyes pet....." He whispers into the silent room with a smile. As her eyes close, she can only hear her own breathing. Her right hand working in and around her drenched folds. Her body beginning to tense... her sensations sharpening... waiting... Small beads of tears form at the corners of her tightly closed eyes as she can feel her orgasm building... so close now... if she just... "CRRRRAACCCCKKKKKKK!!" The sound reverberates around the sparsely furnished room. The initial sensation is sharp and unmistakable... White light flashes behind her lids as she bites her lip to keep from screaming out. She couldn't scream, even if she told to... the air in her lungs seems to have left her. At this moment, the burning begins... She knows it will only be seconds before the intensity peaks, becoming almost unbearable and it's this thought that makes her hand falters slightly... but not imperceptibly. "CRRRRAACCCCKKKKKKK!!" This stroke was laid down expertly beside the last one. Thousands of tiny hot tendrils spread out from the source, joining together to become a single intensely burning area on her right upper thigh. She barely hears Him when he verbally reprimands her for her lapse. All she can sense is the searing pain on her thigh and the even closer orgasm as she frantically rubs that sweet spot between her legs, not daring to stop because she knows she cannot withstand another strike so soon and she doesn't want to end this... yet. She feels something graze her thigh but it's a mere whisper compared to what she's feeling higher up her leg. Her mind registers this new touch to be that of her Master's hand, which instantly doubles her pleasure while not dulling the pain in the least. An exquisite combination! By the time His hand reaches hers to take over for her, she is already crashing into her first orgasm. He firmly slides His other hand up her back along her spine to just above the nape of her neck, folding His fingers into the hairs there and closing His fist. Ever so slowly He begins pulling her head back while growling to her what a good girl she is. All at once He thrusts two fingers inside of her, pulling her closer to Him with the pads of His fingers firmly against the inside of her pubic bone. He pulls her head back sharply and begins to pull her toward His body over and over again. Within seconds she is cumming again, this time soaking His hand and thigh. The hot liquid makes her thigh burn even more brightly and she winces but does not stop. Neither is He stopping ... he is relentless and by the time he is finished with her they are standing in a puddle of quickly cooling fluid... Her mouth is parched, her eyes are mostly closed, and she's still breathing too quickly. But she's not concerned and even manages a smile, for she is in His arms. He supports her body and strokes her hair and whispers to her. He reaches under her, lifting her effortlessly ... and simply stands in place with her. Alternating His glance from the abused red skin of her thigh, to the flushed skin of her cheeks and lips. As His eyes travel up along her face, His gaze is returned by hers. She opens her eyes a little wider only to have them partially closed again by her growing smile. He doesn't attempt to hide His own smile because he cherishes her more than anything in the world. She – along with her love, adoration, and trust – is the most precious thing He's ever had and He tells her so just before sealing His lips against hers while inhaling deeply.