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Hiding

By: Jennysfella



The moon broke through the cover of thin clouds, bathing the clearing with it's silver glow. Barely a ripple broke the surface of the lake, the gentlest breeze whispered through the leaves of the tall trees around me.

I checked and double checked the legs of my tripod, all tight. I switched the camera on and looked through the viewfinder, the focus was perfect. The wooden bench showed up on the tiny screen. Just to be sure, I took a quick look at the front of the camera. The black tape was still covering the little red light. I knew from my tests that I couldn't be seen. The luminous dial on my watch showed that it was just after a quarter to eleven. I tried to relax, to measure my breathing. The excitement was building in my body, this was my big chance.

She came into sight, just as she had the first time I saw her. Walking on the footpath that circumnavigated the lake. I pressed the little red button on the camera. She sat on the bench, right where I knew she would. She unscrewed the lid of the water bottle she was carrying. As she took a long drink from it, I zoomed the camera in for a close up of her pretty face. She closed her lips around the neck of the bottle. As I watched her drink, I imagined that it was my knob between her lips. A small trickle of water ran from her mouth, just like my cum would when I shot my load into her. As she tilted her head back and took a long drink from the bottle, she slowly unzipped her jogging top.

On other nights when I have watched this heavenly creature sit gazing at the moonlit water, she has removed her tracksuit to reveal a stunning body, contained in a tight vest top. Tonight, however, I got the shock of my life. As she shrugged her top from her shoulders, I saw that she was wearing the smallest string bikini. I nearly came in my boxers right then. I panned the camera down her body, over her full breasts. Her nipples were already straining at the thin material as they hardened in the cool night air. She stood and pulled her jogging trousers to her ankles. Her briefs matched her bikini top in both colour and size. She turned her back to me as she kicked off her training shoes, giving me a great view of her perfect backside. She walked to the water's edge, pausing for a second to remove her bikini, and then with barely a ripple, she walked into the water. From my vantage point in the bushes I watched as she swam. Occasionally, she would roll over exposing her breasts to the night.

When she had swum enough, she walked through the shallows. Her body looked like pure silver in the moonlight. I swung the camera around to capture her graceful image. She had a body made for total pleasure. Her breasts, although large were firm, topped by the sweetest nipples, now erect from the cool air over their wetness. Her smooth belly showed just the slightest sign of the curve of womanhood. Below this, a tiny strip of hair like a marker showing the way to her most intimate area, the bringer of joy to herself.

She walked back to the bench, to where her clothes lay in a heap on the ground. I watched spell bound as she sat on the bench and leaned back with her legs wide open. Slowly she ran her hands across her full breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples. I had a perfect view of her from my hiding place. As she kneaded and teased her tits, I focused the camera on her gaping pussy. To me it was a thing of great beauty. I have always enjoyed the sight of a woman's cunt, especially when she is aroused. I love the way her lips become fuller and her clit enlarges. To see her juices glisten as she becomes more turned on is a real privilege.

As I gazed at her beautiful pussy through my camera, the tips of two of her fingers came into my view, massaging her swollen clit. She pulled the hood back with her two fingers, and then with the index finger of her other hand, she started to stroke it gently. As she massaged herself, I released my throbbing cock from its prison. The cold night air on my hot member was the most erotic feeling. As I watched her masturbate, I gently ran my fingers from my balls to the very tip of my cock. A tear of pre-cum seeped from the tip and wet my fingertips. I licked it from my hand, without any guilt enjoying the taste of myself.

All thoughts of operating my camera were gone now as I watched this divine beauty play with her gorgeous body. I thought that I had seen everything that she had to offer, but I was mistaken. She took the half empty water bottle from the bench beside her and unscrewed the lid. To my amazement, she inserted the neck of the bottle into her moist cunt, lifting the base so that the cold water ran deep into her. Her gasp was audible even at the distance I was from her. As she thrust the bottle in and out of her pussy, the water sprayed out over her soft sweet thighs. She continued to pump the bottle in and out with her left hand, while her right hand alternated between her clit and her tits.

Her moans filled the still night air, getting louder and faster with every thrust of the bottle. She pushed the bottle deep into her body and held it still while she furiously rubbed her clit. Suddenly, she pulled the bottle out of her soaking cunt and pressed her fingers onto her clitoris. As her cum sprayed out of her pussy, I squeezed the end of my dick and started to pump my own cum out onto the ground in front of me.

My orgasm was so intense that I went weak at the knees and my vision blurred. It felt to me as if I would never stop pumping cum from my balls. Eventually I was spent, both physically and mentally. Still with my cock hanging out of my zipper I checked the camera. She was standing now, pulling on her jogging pants and top. As she bent down to pick up her discarded bikini and training shoes, she looked directly into my camera.

She blew a kiss straight at me and barefoot, she walked off.

Hiding Behind a Mask



"All the world is a stage, and we are but it's players." When William Shakespeare wrote that line in Hamlet he wasn't being poetic, he was stating nothing more than the profound truth. As people go through their lives they are always acting, always pretending, and the people around them are always deciphering their motives and interpreting their actions. A theater audience watches characters on-stage and are taken in by their stories, similar to the way society views a particular person and his/her motives and actions. One of the best places to see this real-life theater in action is in a typical American high-school - where everyone looks to be having the time of their lives and yet most are desperately unhappy. Television shows, books, and entire movies are based on the fact that the most normal, cheerful, and wonderful teenagers are often hiding deep emotional problems. 

Despite the fact that many of these teens lead healthy and normal lifestyles, problems in high school can often seem desperate and traumatic. In contrast, other teenagers around the world are in more desperate lights, sometimes fighting for their lives. American teens often seem petty and shallow in comparison, but their feelings about their own problems can run as desperately and as deep as a person in a much worse situation. Anorexia, bulimia, and depression are all integral hidden vices of today's teens, buried beneath prom queen smiles and cheerful faces. Before entering the "real world" teenagers run a gauntlet of emotional roller-coasters, and some of them don't come out on the other side. Often when a teenager gives in to depression or anxiety, the words on the lips of the people closest to them are: "I would never have guessed that they would've done that.". The cheerful faces of suicide cases.

Although teenagers often look and act happy and carefree, their negative emotions are running high and are often amplified by hormones, insecurities, and stress. High school is considered time to prepare for college, to get ready for the real world, and to decide what one wants to do for the rest of one's life. It is also a time of change, cliques, isolation, social and physical insecurity, and rejection. Entry into high school often means the loss of childhood friends, the beginning of dating, and the beginning of competition based on looks and popularity. Homecoming Queens and Kings, Prom Queens and Kings, Student Council; it's all one big popularity contest, and to be popular one must always be beautiful, friendly, cheerful and involved. Stress piles upon stress as grades start to matter more, the future is fast approaching, and social lives become a whirlwind of activities; there isn't enough time in a day to be a teenager.

The pressures of high school can be overwhelming, even for those who are not heavily involved in extra-curriculars. Take for example my friend Heidi. Not a member of the popular crowd, she was still someone that everyone knew and liked, her shy smile and listening ear a comfort for many of her burdened friends and acquaintances. She'd been my friend since elementary school when we'd been in girl scouts together, and we had gone through both middle and high school together. Every time I saw her I'd shout out the same greeting, "Heidy-ho Heidi!", my personal spin on her name, and she would smile at me and shake her head, rolling her eyes because I was being so silly. Heidi was the kind of person who was always there to help other people, always giving of herself, taking the time to get to know them and hear their problems. My friend Malcolm was head over heels in love with her, and although she didn't seem interested, she was never harsh to him. In 10th grade she took 99 sleeping pills before going to bed, while her parents were having a party, when they went to wake her the next morning she was dead. The entire school was in shock, my classmates were horrified, and her friends were traumatized, including me. None of us could imagine why that sweet girl would do something like that, it was like a bolt of lightening out of a clear sky. No one will ever know why she felt the need to take such drastic measures because she didn't leave a note, just a lot of broken hearts.

This is a scene played out every day across America, and bright, cheerful, happy children who suddenly can't take it anymore and they kill themselves. The people around them are shocked, horrified and at a complete loss, wondering what they could have done to deterred such tragic action. Despite Heidi's example, despite the pain that her death put us through, I had a total of six friends end up in the hospital for attempting suicide the next year. Two of them had known Heidi and had sat in the office crying with us as we all mourned, they felt the same guilt and anger at her that we all had and yet the memory of what that had been like didn't stop them from trying to put us through it again. Every time, I was shocked to find out that another friend was in the hospital, getting his or her stomach pumped. 

Many teenagers will state, "I want to die." or "I want to kill myself."; many of them ones who actually attempt or succeed at it don't give a warning like that first. All of my friends were in honors classes, involved in theater, sports, choir, etc., had boyfriends or girlfriends - or had just gotten out of a relationship, but they were all at school every day with a smile on their face. Sure, they had problems, who doesn't in high school? But not one of them seemed to have the type of problems that would lead to a suicide attempt. If anyone had asked any of us, their friends, if they were in danger of being depressed enough to attempt suicide, we would've all sworn up and down that these were some of the most emotionally stable people anyone could know. These people were happy, smart, with good families, involved in lots of fun activities, and had tons of friends to support them. 

People's faces become masks, hiding their true emotions and instabilities, conversations become staged lines, smiles become costumes to be worn on a daily basis. Eyes are the windows to the soul, but often those windows are kept tightly shuttered so that the only thing presented to the world is the actor's theatrical mask.



Hiding Behind a Pen Name



I really needed to hire a management company, I thought to myself as I climbed the stairs to the second floor apartment that had called about a water heater issue. I knocked on the door and waited at door 2C. I couldn't put a face to the name of the woman who had called about not having hot water, Nicole Larsen. Nicole had lived here for about 8 months, paid her rent by auto-draft from the bank and had never called with a service issue before, or any issue for that matter. 

As the owner of the complex, I meet and screen all the potential tenants but in a high-turnover complex like mine, situated between two Universities in neighboring mid-sized cities, the students came and went and I could barely keep up with the changes. Only about a quarter of my tenants were longer-term residents staying over a year at a time. Even then, I realized that my apartments were sized and priced to cater to those in school or starting their careers. Rarely did I get the tenant intending to stay for the long term. 

Nicole answered the door after a few seconds. "Hi, sorry for the early morning call," she said. "Water was freezing when I tried to shower."

"No worries," I said smiling. "Let's take a look."

Nicole stepped aside and I walked in, shut the front door and opened the utility closet door that was immediately to the left. It was a combined utility and laundry room, the laundry rooms in each apartment being one of the features that differentiated my building from others in the area, and inspected the pilot light. It was out, which was the suspected problem, and so I called Nicole over to watch me as I re-lit the pilot. The water heaters in my complex were troublesome, I received a few calls a month about the pilot lights going out without good cause and I had started to replace the water heaters in the apartments to upgrade them to a more reliable model. 

Nicole watched the simple process of re-igniting the pilot and apologized for having to call over such a simple issue. Without fail, once I taught residents how to relight the pilot lights I rarely received any future calls on the matter although a few did complain, understandably, about the inconvenience of having them go out so often. 

Outside of the utility room I was getting ready to open the front door when Nicole spoke up.

"Hey, I really appreciate you coming over. Thanks again." Nicole had a pleading, apologetic look on her face as she continued; "A couple other tenants here said you were really good with computers and that you had fixed issues for them before." She smiled at me with a look I had seen many times before from people needing help with their computers or printers or network connections. 

I didn't even let her finish what I know she was going to ask. "Sure, happy to help. Give me another call tonight when you are home, I should have time to come by." 

Nicole thanked me, showed me out the front door, and I headed off to the next water heater fix of the morning. 

Some background for the reader: At 34 years of age I was probably not your typical landlord, but life can lead us down interesting roads. Out of college I had joined a small startup software company for no pay as they worked on a utility program for processing pictures to clean them up before being posted on social media pages. I was employee number 9, and I took equity in the company instead of a salary, worked long hours and a second job to keep me alive for four months until they could afford to actually pay me. Six months later this small company was purchased by a much larger public company and my equity turned into public stock and the months of slave labor paid off as that stock did very well over the next few years. I sold the stock at the right time and quit the company a few months later. The money I made was significant but not quite enough to retire on. I had my stint of the corporate career world, however, and so I took the money and invested it in real estate, the bulk of it going into the 32-unit apartment complex I owned and managed.

I married, and divorced before the age of 28. We married too young and we realized we were a poor fit early on. The divorce was civil; we are even passive friends still. Julie, my ex-wife, had supported me in college and through the time of poverty living while I worked without pay and so I did not feel bad about giving her half of the take from my stock sale a part of our divorce. I was still left with plenty, as evidenced by the apartment complex that is the scene of this tale.

The water heater in 4F was actually leaking and so I shut down the water to the heater and made a call to arrange for a new one to be installed that day. I really needed to hire a property management company, I said to myself again.

I found the residents of 4F at the kitchen table having breakfast, they were the typical married-too-young Mormon newlyweds as was the dominant demographic for my apartment complex. I gave them the bad news and told them the new heater would be installed by the end of the day before walking back to my own apartment.

When I purchased the complex I had not intended to also live there, but for the first few months during the takeover I stayed in the bottom floor apartment out of convenience while I worked on a few issues around the complex and then realized I needed little more space as a single adult, so I just stayed. I was undoubtedly the only person with a high six-figure savings account living in a 2-bedroom apartment, but garish living had never been my style. I had also purchased a small 1,500 square foot cabin about 40 miles east in the Wasatch Mountains that I spent time at almost every other weekend and between the two places I was perfectly content. 

Just before entering my own apartment I waived at the couple living in the unit next to mine, Jill I think was her name although I could not remember her husband's name. Neither of them could have been older than 24, likely students at BYU or Utah Valley State University as were most of my tenants. The local culture heavily influenced by the Mormon church, urged marriage at a young age and thusly my tenants mirrored the local demographics of the schools. I had grown up in Utah, and although not Mormon myself the prevailing culture had even pressured me into a marriage too early. 

I had picked this apartment complex because it sat relatively close to both schools, splitting the difference between the two campuses. I never had more than a unit or two vacant even during the summer semester and as an investment it was working out very nicely. I didn't have a "real" job; I spent my day managing the complex and on my various hobbies. I was also looking to purchase a smaller complex, so I was doing due diligence on a couple potential properties as well given the success of my current location. 

My reputation as a computer guy was really the biggest curse as a hands on landlord, more so than the faulty water heaters. I had a software engineering degree and a growing reputation as a guy who could fix stubborn computer issues. Generally the problems ended up being network setup issues preventing users from getting on the internet, or less frequently it would be a hardware problem like a bad disk drive. Increasingly the calls were related to viruses and those problems could be very hard to resolve. 

When Nicole called at 8:30 that night I had almost forgotten she had requested help. She apologized for the late call, offering an excuse about traffic, but I told her it wasn't a problem and headed back out the door for 2C. 

Nicole answered almost immediately this time and walked me back to the small desk in her bedroom where her Mac was plugged in. Nicole looked like she was just home from work. She had her brown hair pulled back, a simple silk blouse on and a knee length frumpy cotton skirt, wrinkled badly from having been sat on all day. I guessed she was around five and a half feet tall and skinny as a pole. While she was not at all unattractive, she was very plain in her presentation and demeanor. Nothing about her stood out, she looked the very definition of a nerdish librarian. Again, she was cute but nearly blended in with the scenery around her, except for the blue of her eyes, which flashed deep and dark behind her glasses. 

The problem Nicole was having was with her network and connecting to an office on the east coast. Turns out that Nicole actually WAS a librarian at the local high school and also worked as a freelance editor for a book publisher in Boston. She needed to VPN to the publishers network each night to retrieve manuscripts that she would read and edit and the VPN connection was failing as of late. 

While I fiddled with her network we talked casually about her ambitions to be a full time editor, the boredom of working as a librarian with a Masters degree in English literature and other idle chat. I was able to make the VPN connection work, finally or so I thought, and I asked her to try it – make sure it was functioning as expected. She launched a browser and attempted a URL but it still denied her access. She was about to restart the computer at the same time her cell phone buzzed and she apologized but explained she needed to take the call. She walked out of the bedroom as I sat back down to look at her computer again.

I played with the settings on her VPN connection some more and then toggled back to the browser to try connecting again. This time the page loaded successfully, the name of the publishing house was not one I had heard of before. The site had a dark, fantasy theme about it with gothic fonts and artwork but little information about the publisher or their books. I was about to click on the 'about us' link when Nicole strolled back into the bedroom.

"Oh, you got it," Nicole said as she hurried over to the computer. Her body language was such that I instinctively knew she wanted to sit where I was at the desk, so I stood up and let her in. She quickly moved to close the browser window and then turned around to thank me.

Nicole's behavior seemed a bit erratic, but I brushed it off. I was genuinely interested, however, in the fact that she was an editor so I attempted polite conversation. "I have never heard of that publisher, but I do read a lot. Have you edited anything I might have read?"

Nicole looked up at me, this time clearly anxious. "No, I doubt it," Nicole answered. "They are a small publisher and specialize in a certain type of novel that you probably wouldn't find interesting."

She finished but when I said nothing in response she continued, "You know, those sappy romance books." Now she looked embarrassed. "You have to get your foot in the door somewhere," she continued, "editing and writing is a hard industry to break into."

I had never fathomed writing or editing, so I took her word for it. "Well, sounds like an interesting job if nothing else," I offered. 

I made my way out of the bedroom and headed down the hall toward the front door. I looked around the apartment as I exited, a habit you pick up when you own the place. I like to see that tenants are keeping the place in good order, that the carpet is in good condition, that kind of stuff. Her place was in great shape, tidy, minimal furnishings and very evidently influenced by her Mormon faith. The typical pictures hung on the wall of temples, LDS leaders, etc. I was slightly disappointed since I had been entertaining the idea of asking Nicole out. Her career was interesting, her look was subtly alluring, but LDS girls and I simply don't mix well. 

As I reached for the front door I realized I had left my iPad on her desk in the bedroom. I told her I needed to grab it and quickly made my way to her desk. However, this time her bedroom caught my attention in contrast to how the rest of her apartment was decorated. The colors were darker, there was no Mormon garb decorating the walls or shelves and books, dozens or even hundreds of books, cluttered the space as opposed to the neat and sparse décor elsewhere. 

I grabbed my iPad and then said goodbye again before stepping out of Nicole's apartment. I was far more intrigued with Nicole than I should have been. She was interesting, she wasn't a student, and she was attractive and polite and educated. She was single; despite obviously being Mormon, which was particularly interesting given that I guessed her age to be 27 or 28 years old, almost unheard of for an attractive Mormon girl in Utah. 

Back in my own apartment I opened up Nicole's tenant file on my computer and reviewed her application. 27 years old, BYU graduate, never late on her rent, paid the deposit in cash; contact information appeared to be her parents living in Mesa, Arizona. The file revealed nothing interesting, all boring normal stuff. Her credit check and background check had come back clean. She was the ideal tenant: quite, respectful, and clean.

I pulled up the website for the publisher that she was editing for. The public page was a bit different from the VPN only URL that I had browsed to on her computer. Nicole was right, too, in that this publisher seemed to work exclusively in the niche of over-baked under-thought romance novels. I browsed the titles attributed to their authors, and most were as cliché' as the pictures on the cover. 

I explored a bit further, the publisher had a number of sub-niches and links from their main page dove into very specific romance and erotica sub themes. There was a division devoted completely to gay male romance, and another that seemed best described as Lolita styled fantasy novels. You could not call anything on the site true 'erotica'; it felt lightweight in the aspects of sex and other intimacies and far more focused on the chase, the crush, and mostly on the romance. 

My five minutes of interest was fading, and just as I decided it was time to stop playing amateur online stalker I noticed one section of the page in the sub-niches area called 'Special K'. Clicking on that link renewed my interest considerably.

Special K was a sub-niche page on their site that was styled much like the VPN page that had come up on Nicole's computer. It was goth'ish, dark, and the book covers displayed here had pixilation over exposed nudity, the book titles far more risqué'. The images, or at least the un-redacted pictures were of females in leather, latex, and even some in handcuffs and blindfolds. Scrolling down, additional book covers showed women tightly bound on beds, more blindfolds, fetish wear, and even one censored image that looked like nipple clamps, fuzzy as they appeared, on a pair of even more pixilated breasts. 

There was no way to be certain, of course, but this seemed to match the look and feel of Nicole's VPN page, yet I could not put the two disconnected ideas together. How would a nice Mormon girl from Utah end up editing, even part time, for a kink and fetish erotica publisher? 

My attention was starting to turn from Nicole and towards the titles in front of my eyes. Some of these books looked tempting. They definitely were not in my normal reading list; in fact no type of erotic fiction had ever been on my radar. I read a lot, none of it remotely erotic except for the odd sex scene in a novel as part of a larger storyline. 

Moreover, most of the subject matter here was not on my short list sexually either. I dated frequently enough, had plenty of opportunities despite not having dated anyone seriously since the divorce, but my brand of sex was very vanilla, for lack of a better word. I had never dabbled with the idea of fetish play, bondage, or anything like what was on display on my computer screen. It felt new and taboo, and as an open-minded kind of guy, I picked a few titles and purchased the e-versions to my iPad, something to do later that evening.

I finished the eBooks in a matter of days. They were shorter novels, only a couple hundred pages long in most cases and so I ordered several more over the week. Additionally, they were not as explicit as I originally hoped. They focused on the play, the mood, the clothing, and the toys. They built scenes around specific kinks and they toyed with very forbidden concepts, some bordering on rape, others on long-term bondage scenarios and torturously extended foreplay throughout. The line of pleasure versus pain was a commonly explored concept as well as that of same sex experimentation. 

More surprising than anything was that I was really enjoying the novels. I didn't think I would find much of it interesting, but the atmosphere of this slightly askew world of fetish and kink was drawing me in. Several times I had to put the books down for a few minutes to jack off, unusually excited beyond a reasonable level at the thought of spanking someone wearing tight leather pants or beyond curious at what it would feel like to have my nipples bitten; bitten very hard. The writing was exceptional, the build up to the scenes always exotically slow. When the sex was described, it never became offensive or rushed; it was done with precision to highlight the experience, not to explain the obvious. 

Ten days into my fetish erotica binge I found myself rushing home from running errands to pick a few more titles to read. I picked a few from an author I had not read yet, Scarlett Thorn, which I suspected was a pen name. I dove into the books after warming up some Pizza and grabbing a beer from the fridge. Immediately, this book caught my attention.

Provo, Utah was the setting for this book. In fact, the author had chosen BYU as the backdrop for the story; students, on a Mormon school campus, involved in an underworld of sex play that skirted the letter of the law when it came to Mormon chastity. Strictly speaking, Mormons are not supposed to have pre-marital sex and more orthodox members see even masturbation as very wrong. And this author seemed to know their way not only around the religion, but the campus.

My ex-wife had been a Mormon student at BYU, (part of the reason our marriage was so short lived when I failed to convert to her faith despite her best efforts.) I had spent a lot of time on that campus when she was in school there, so the places, the buildings, even the parking lots and street names were accurately described. And the sex play, while being well outside of the spirit of rules prescribed for LDS members before marriage, rarely involved actual intercourse. 

It was blissfully erotic to hear the author describe her characters as they ached under the pinch of nipple clamps, worn to class under a bulky sweater. It made me harder than a rock to read the scene that involved a naked couple in blindfolds, tied together back-to-back. They faced away yet had sensuously forced contact as they masturbated themselves; he with his own hand but her with a noisy and large cordless vibrator. And I had to jerk myself to a blinding orgasm as I read another masturbation scene that involved a young man launching a load of semen from a few feet away, targeting and hitting the face of a young woman on her knees in front of him, bound and blindfolded, her mouth open in anticipation. These scenes opened doors of sexual play I had never considered but I reacted intensely to the ideas.

The next book from the author also found setting in Utah, this time in a more traditional sense but focusing on rough sex scenes. This book was far more explicit than the authors other story. The cultural tone of Utah conservatism was carefully painted behind the dominant storyline and added subtly to the story, a contrast of ideologies cast against sexually progressive characters. It was a delicious combination of pleasure versus pain, convention against the unconventional, and the gray area between these extremes. As mentioned, this one was very explicit and involved intercourse and so much more. It was rough, beautiful, intensely psychological sex.




Hiding Behind a Pen Name



Admittedly, I am not the sharpest guy in many obvious situations but the sexual tension created by the books was so gripping that I was far more focused on my ever-present erection than the clear link between Nicole and the subject matter in these last few books. If an author needed and editor to vet an Utah/Mormon based novel, Nicole would be ideal. As I continued to read, however, and as I continued to consider the probability of this coincidence, it was becoming more clear that Nicole was more likely the author, not the editor.

It would be a very interesting scenario to think of Nicole editing the kinky words of Scarlett Thorn but it was damn near making me crazy to think that she may be Scarlett Thorn. The dissonance of her persona and conservative exterior she projected seemed too unlikely. 

I finished the book as it painted a final scene that included the main character giving her boyfriend a blowjob while she reamed his ass with a glass dildo. My mind tried to grasp the idea of how that might feel as I stroked myself off again, the third time that day. Scarlett Thorns prose was going to cause blisters if I kept up this pace. I felt like a teenager discovering the joy of sex for the first time all over again. More than anything, however, I had to find out if Scarlett and Nicole were one in the same. 

The next day my contractors showed up with two more water heaters to replace and as I escorted them across my property and into the apartments where the heaters were to be installed, I hatched a plan. 

I had replaced over ½ the units water heaters at this point and virtually all my tenants knew this was a work in progress, so it was not going to catch Nicole off guard when I called to schedule the replacement of hers. She worked every day, but said we were welcome to come anytime during the day and do the install, so I told her I would shoot for late Friday afternoon.

Friday afternoon the water heater arrived, with crew, and I took them over to 2C for the install. As expected, Nicole was not home. I helped them get into the apartment and assisted with the install that took longer than expected. Now, reader, if you thought I was going to spend a few paragraphs describing how I went through Nicole's apartment, through her drawers and cupboards, or if you thought I would attempt to hack into her computer; if that's what you thought you would be very wrong. I took no more than a cursory glance around her place in the very same manner I would inspect any apartment as the owner and otherwise made idle conversation with the installers while they worked.

No, the plan was not to spy or pry – the plan was to have an excuse to bump into Nicole in the very same way many of us create situations where we can happen into a person we find interesting. As luck would have it, Nicole arrived home about as expected, (ergo, not really lucky), just as the guys were cleaning up and getting ready to head out of the door.

"All done I think," I said as the installers closed the front door leaving me alone with Nicole.

"Great," Nicole seemed genuinely pleased. "I haven't had any issues since you came over and fixed it but I feel better knowing the new one is here." 

"My pleasure. I would rather not have to run around lighting pilot lights all the time," I said, "this makes my life easier too."

There was an awkward pause and the genius of my plan to bump into Nicole didn't actually plan beyond this point. She had put her bag and other things she carried on the counter and I noticed a book, a book I had read a couple months back. It was a great story of wilderness survival, a true story that I had really enjoyed.

"Oh, I loved that book." I pointed at the paperback on the counter.

"I just started it, and so far I can't put it down either."

"Great story, I really like the real life drama genre." I picked up the book and glanced over the cover, just so I had something to do with my hands. "How's work? How's the editing gig?"

"Good, good," she smiled easily, she was very polite, very mannered, very much the antithesis of a BDSM fantasy author. "I wish I could do the editing full time, but I can't complain."

"Hey, I hope this is not too crazy but how would you feel about dinner sometime?" The words sort of spilled from my mouth, a disjointed transition from our prior talk about books and editing.

Nicole was caught off guard; I could see it in her pause and searching eyes. I think her natural instinct was to immediately turn me down. Instead, "Sure," came from her lips in a very non-enthusiastic way. 

I immediately wondered if she felt some obligation to say yes since I had just dropped a new water heater in her unit. I began to regret the whole plan.

"Only if you want," I offered her an out, "If this is too weird, I understand."

"No, it's ok." She was using a happier tone now. "Sounds like fun."

"Just dinner and we can share books we have read recently, you can tell me about the dream and drama of being a librarian," I joked and gratefully she smiled and laughed. 

We decided to go out the next night and I told her I would pick her up at 6:00. I went back home and downloaded another Scarlett Thorn book to keep me company the rest of the night.

I knew the date would be odd, and it would take some work to make her feel comfortable. I had dated my ex-wife, a faithful Mormon, and my status as a non-member of her church put me two strikes down before our first date. I knew Nicole was also discounting me as a viable romantic option for the very same reasons but I felt comfortable that we could at least find things in common enough for a nice conversation at dinner. 

The next night Nicole walked out of her apartment wearing a very nice looking pair of jeans that didn't really fit her personality. They had the sparkly bling on the back pockets and were very form fitting. They looked great on her, though, and accentuated something about her that I had not previously noticed; she had a great ass. She was a really skinny girl otherwise, pushing a B-cup up top if that, but her ass was round and sexy. She had a very Mormon looking sweater on up top, however, her hair pulled back into a loose pony, she looked the very ideal of a librarian except for her exceptional ass.

Nicole also had amazing eyes, as mentioned before. She wore hardly any makeup to call them out, however, and her tasteful glasses added another layer of obscurity. During our dinner conversation she held my gaze easily and we talked openly about books and movies and her work. She was very intelligent, her knowledge of current events to pop culture putting me to shame, not to mention her grasp of literature. I least I knew how to fix her VPN, I thought. 

Nicole thawed a bit as the night went on as well. Her very formal demeanor gave way to a more casual and relaxed version of Nicole. She seemed surprised that she was enjoying herself, and we even lingered over dessert for far too long while we talked about a movie we had both just seen. 

Nicole seemed to be a very solitary girl, however, as she described nights coming home to edit, never really dating or hanging out with friends, and with most of her family now living in Arizona or Colorado she at least gave the impression she was content with her situation.

It finally came up; my divorce, and Nicole seemed very relieved and interested in the circumstances. I openly talked about our attempt to make the marriage work despite the differences in our religious backgrounds and she nodded almost knowingly. I reciprocated the line of questioning and discovered Nicole had been engaged for nearly two years before they broke off the engagement. She mentioned being unable to marry on the date they originally wanted, and that by the time they made new plans the relationship had dissolved, something she was grateful for rather than having to face divorce later due to a rushed situation.

Now, in the world of Mormon dating, fast engagements are the norm and 'unable to marry on the date they originally wanted' was code for, 'we had sex and our bishop made us wait as a penance for our sin'. This was fairly common, a social oddity of the Mormon cultural landscape. I understood how a very intelligent and pretty girl in Utah had escaped matrimony thus far; it sounded like she was scared off due to a previous failed attempt.

I liked Nicole. She made me feel very comfortable and I sensed she felt the same way around me. She didn't pause this time when I asked her about a second date. She was open on Thursday night and so I told her I would call later with plans. I walked her back to her apartment after driving home, the perfect gentleman I opened her door and didn't attempt a kiss or anything more. 

Thursday night I found a movie I thought we would both like. We didn't have much time for dinner before our show started so we grabbed bad pizza from the theater concessions and hurried to the theater. Nicole wore jeans again, this time a pair of faded jeans that worked perfectly with her cowboy boots and belt, a slightly dressier silk top coupled with a fake leather jacket. She still pulled her hair back in the conservative pony tale she seemed to favor, but she looked perfectly sweet and relaxed. 

The movie was awful in about every way I could imagine; crude and sophomoric humor thrown over a love story that was implausible, sexist, and offensive. We laughed about it afterward, but it created a negative buzz between us that we awkwardly had to talk around on the drive home. Our conversation always came back to books and I happened to have the second book in a series she was reading so I told her we could stop by my place on the way home and I would grab it for her. 

She came into my apartment with me and since this was her first time in my place she made the rounds, looking at photos on the wall and scanning my bookcase. 

I went into my bedroom to grab the book I was lending her and I felt frustration that my time was running out on our date and I was not making progress in learning about Scarlett Thorn. Don't take that the wrong way, I was genuinely interested in Nicole, she was an amazing woman. Scarlett, however, was always in the background and on my mind. I wanted to know if my hunch was right, were Nicole and Scarlett one in the same? How could I possibly find out without being too direct, too obvious, or too creepy? 

I ended up giving the book to Nicole, along with a friendly hug before sending her back home. I offered to walk her the short distance back to her apartment but she politely declined the escort but did agree to see me again on Friday night. 

I cleaned up and made myself ready for bed and grabbed the iPad to start a new Scarlett Thorn novella. Again, this was a story built around the ying and yang of conservative Mormon culture and locals. I read for nearly an hour, the story pulling me in to the point I finished the 120 pages in a single setting, my dick standing erect and getting attention from my right hand as my left scrolled through the final pages. Scarlett had created a scene in this latest book that was not only amazingly erotic, (my cum sprayed into the air and onto my bare chest as I finished the book), but might just work as plan to expose Nicole as Scarlett.

Without giving away the details to the reader at this time, might it be sufficient to offer that the book was about a date between two friends with a passion for kinky sex, a story of a public veneer that hides a private fantasy world. My plan was to end the next date with an invitation for another, a date that would be setup in a way that mimicked the details of the story I just finished in terms of location and premise. If I was right about Nicole, one of two things would happen: she would know she was busted and likely never want to see me again, which was the most probable outcome, or she would play along, which would be very, very interesting. If I was wrong in my Nicole/Scarlett theory, well, in that case we would have a very nice date anyway and that would be just fine too.

Friday's date was a trip to a local high-end grocery store that did cheese tastings and for a very fair price they would setup a spread of exotic cheeses, olive oils, and other treats. It was a fun place to spend an evening; my ex-wife and I had gone many times since the food was always exceptional and the crowd generally interesting and fun to interact with. Nicole had never gone, and her face lit up at the suggestion, genuinely interested.

Tonight, Nicole was wearing a fun, knee length summer skirt tonight and a light summer sweater over a tank top. It was a very Mormon looking outfit, appropriately modest and conservative. Her hair again pulled back into a pony, glasses on, pure librarian mode 100%. She was exceptionally cute, I decided, despite her attempts to make herself blend in rather than stand out. Her eyes were so powerfully blue that once you started connecting with them it was hard to turn away.

We stayed for nearly two hours at the cheese tasting and met some very fun people as we mingled and sampled the foods. Nicole laughed and smiled more than on our previous dates and I thought she had finally let down all her defenses with me, deciding I was perhaps an ok guy. 

The crowd had thinned, finally, and we found ourselves in a quite corner of the stores dining area, (yes, this grocery store had a very nicely furnished dining area located upstairs in a loft that overlooked the store, complete with fireplace and tasteful modern artwork), and so we talked. It was time to hatch my offer for our next date.

Now or never: "Hey, how would you feel about heading up the canyon tomorrow night?" I waited just a second before continuing. "I know a little picnic area just before the turn off to the lake. It's pretty, we could take some food, have a picnic?"

Nicole looked back at me after I said this and her smile tilted a bit, her eyes opened slightly wider, perhaps looking for coincidence as opposed to something else. 

"Yeah, I think I know that place; it's called 'The Mill'?" She asked this almost rhetorically and looked back at me with more intensity.

"Yes. That's the one. There are a couple picnic areas back in there, but there is one farther back right by the cliff face." I was watching her intently as I continued, "There are some really nice aspens near that table, and it's just beautiful."

Nicole was not smiling anymore. She looked nervous but never diverted her eyes from mine. She was studying me, looking for me to give something away. She held her silence, however, and my gaze. This was the specific picnic area from the last book I read, the specific white barked aspen trees described perfectly by its author. 

"I know you don't drink," I continued, "but I thought I might bring some wine and fruit and other fun things." I made the statement end as if a question to her; I used the words 'fun things' very much on purpose. "What do you say?"

Nicole sat back on her chair and folded her arms across her chest. She was staring at me intently, her mouth in a thin line that finally crept into a smirking smile. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but instead closed it again, tilting her head as if puzzling the answer to a riddle. 

My mind worked fast as we sat, eyes locked while she contemplated my offer. Her storylines focused on sexual situations that invoked risk and trust balances. Could Nicole act in a similar situation, take the risk of exposing herself and her deepest passions with a guy she barely knew? Could she trust me if she was truly Scarlett really making the connection between my proposed date and the plot of one of her books?

Smirking if not smiling she leaned back away from the table, brining her arms, still folded, across her chest. It had been almost 30 seconds since I finished my question to her and if not for the game we seemed to be playing with each other in the silence, the moment would have been downright embarrassing for me. Yet something was being communicated between us, without words.

"Only if we can roast marshmallows." That was all she said, and it was perfect. It was precise. It was the simple dialogue from the book. My mind reeled at what this might mean. 

The drive home was an altogether different story, as something obtuse hung in the air between us. It was tension, despite our best efforts at small talk. If this was simply a picnic in the canyon, the tension made no sense and had no place unless I was the only one perceiving it. Otherwise, this was tension of a flavor I had only experienced, or imagined, when reading Scarlett Thorn novels. 

The next day I ran around town and picked up items for the picnic. I wanted it to be perfect and particular, I referred to the novel I was modeling the date after for details several times as I shopped. I had to improvise on a few items, but I hoped my attention to detail would be sufficient. I showered, dressed, and pulled my car around to the front of Nicole's unit. Now was the next milestone in my little game, knowing that when Nicole opened the door I would know immediately if we were on the same page, no pun intended.

The door opened almost the instant I knocked, and I was utterly floored by what I saw even though the changes in her appearance were subtle. 

Nicole's shoes were a pair of strappy flats, her skirt not unlike other skirts she typically wore, lose and knee length. Her top was a black short-sleeved button up top, loose and silky covered by a denim jacket. Her breasts were not big but the lack of a bra was evidenced easily with the thin silky material easily rising at the point of her nipples. But the most shocking feature was Nicole's face and hair. Her hair was not pulled back. Instead, with a soft curl it was hanging elegantly around her face, some of the longer strands falling across her forehead and eyes until she combed them back behind her ear with her fingers. With the hair off her face her blue eyes exploded in the frame of heavy mascara and eyeliner that made her look complex, dark, and sexy. Moreover, Nicole's glasses were absent, her eyes not only accentuated by dramatic makeup but also simply presented free of her eyewear. Her lips looked amazing too, bold dark red lipstick perfectly applied. Everything was perfect and exact, by the way, as described in the book, in Scarlett Thorn's book, in Nicole's book.

In the car the conversation was careful if not downright scripted.

"Tell me about what you do in your church?" I asked her. Mormons take volunteer callings or jobs in the church to teach or play piano or assist in other ways.

"Well, stereotyped as expected I take care of the library materials for our ward," Nicole answered. "I also sing in the choir on Sundays, even though I really can't sing."

I laughed, and we continued to talk. The conversation stayed on very appropriate and conservative subjects and it fell strictly in line with the characters being mimicked from the book. My cock was reacting to the role-play at hand and I found myself driving too fast, too anxious. 

Nicole played the role perfectly too as you would expect from the characters creator: sweet, demure, charming, and innocent. Nothing evidenced the tense anticipation between the two of us except for a secret shared explicitly by our participation, otherwise transparent to anyone else. 

Once we finally arrived at the parking lot of the picnic area, we had a couple hundred yards to walk until we reached the farthest table and fire pit. On the way we passed a couple other families who had setup before us but the place was relatively empty. The last picnic area was afforded a degree of privacy by trees, turns, and the rock face that prohibited entrance to the space from any other direction than the path itself. 

At the table I told Nicole to relax while I unpacked a few things from the bags and started a small fire. Nicole sat politely at the table, legs crossed carefully, and we continued to talk about work, books, church, and everything except what the next hour would hold for both of us. She smiled casually and I found myself staring at her eyes and the dramatic makeup that transformed her.




Hiding Behind a Pen Name



Once the fire was burning and I felt comfortable that our privacy was as reasonable as could be expected, I turned my attention to Nicole, fully. I walked towards her, reached out for her hand, and helped her stand from the picnic table bench. 

"You're a very beautiful woman," I stated plainly, looking directly in her eyes. I stroked the side of her face with my right hand. "A really good girl."

She nodded in agreement. "Yes, I am a good girl," she confirmed. 

"You meet everyone's expectations, don't you?"

"Yes, I try."

"You follow all the rules?"

"Yes, of course."

I reached to her shoulders and helped slide the denim jacket from both of her arms at once. I carefully folded it and placed it on the table and then turned my attention back to Nicole.

We smiled at each other. I was holding her right hand with my left as I stood in front over her. I kept that hand in mine as I walked to her right, gently moving her arm behind her back as I moved behind her. Once there I switched hands, holding her right arm behind her back while with my left I caressed her left arm from shoulder to the tips of her fingers before pulling that arm back to join with her other arm. 

I held them there, firmly but without force as I leaned my face into the nape of her neck and kissed her gently. Her deliciously round buttocks acted like a shelf for her arms to rest on as I locked them behind her. I pressed against her ass for the first time as I leaned into her, pulled her back against me as I started nuzzling against her skin. 

As I pressed my lips lightly against her neck, she let her head fall backwards, her hair now cascading down her back and I kissed her over and over, licking the lobe of her ear and tasting the perfume on her skin. I noted how firm her ass felt against my body, certain my hard-on was no longer escaping her attention since it was pressed firmly into her left buttock. 

"I'm getting hungry," I said in low tones as I continued to suck on her neck.

"Me too."

Keeping her hands behind her back I reached into the bags and pulled out a short length of silk rope. It took only a minute to properly tie her hands securely behind her back. She remained standing while I fished marshmallows from the bags and skewered a couple of them on the roasting sticks. 

Before I started roasting the marshmallows, however, I walked back over to Nicole and slowly undid the buttons on her silk shirt, carefully, and then simply let the shirt gap open exposing her abdomen, the majority of her breasts still hidden behind the lose cloth. 

Leaving her like that, standing, bound, and flirting near a state of indecent exposure I went back to the fire and roasted a marshmallow. It was a perfect caramel hue when I finally pulled it from the end of the roasting stick with my hands and brought it to Nicole. I raised it to her lips and she opened her mouth slightly at first, then more once she realized I was not going to let her get away with just a nibble. She took half of the treat in one bite, sticky warm sugar clinging to her lips as she chewed it and finally swallowed. The second half I fed her also; she opened much wider for this bite but still had to lick the partially melted syrup from her lips after swallowing the bite. She was very beautiful.

"More?" I asked her.

"Please."

I stepped back and readied another marshmallow on the stick but before I turned my attention to the fire I moved very close to Nicole.

"You missed some," I said as I reached up with my index finger to touch a small bit of marshmallow that was stuck to her heavily lipstick painted mouth. It stuck partially to my finger when I tried to wipe it away.

"Open," I asked as I looked at her mouth.

I wiped the sweet goo on my finger against her tongue that she held out. She sucked my finger into her mouth gently, playfully. Once withdrawn from her mouth, I moved my mouth to hers and carefully licked the minuscule amount left on her lips, tasting both marshmallow and lipstick. 

Her mouth clean, she was left with most of her lipstick intact and eyes that had moved from bright and cheerful to intense and lustful. We were slightly off script, now, but the book storyline diverged into ways I would be hard pressed to replicate perfectly. The intent was to recreate the intensity, the thematic elements of her story that were recurring in most of her stories, the tension and raw erotic undertones. So far, so good.

I saw still standing close to her and looking at her face only as I pushed the unbuttoned shirt off her shoulders and down her arms. I carefully avoided looking down at her small breasts, keeping my focus on her eyes. The shirt now hung awkwardly at her bound hands, catching the slight breeze as it draped around her ass and upper legs. Still not looking at her body, I turned and roasted another marshmallow.

Nicole remained standing as I browned the fluffy sugar, this time making the outside darker and the inside presumably hotter, melted, and sticky. Pulling it off the end of the stick evidenced the near liquid state of the marshmallows insides, trailing hot sugar on the end of the stick. With the mess between my fingers I brought the treat back towards Nicole.

As I approached I no longer could help but stare at her cute breasts. She looked younger, exposed like this, than she was. Her breasts were perky small, almost curving upwards as her pink areolas and nipples capped the utterly white skin of her breasts. I didn't gaze long, however, before catching her eyes and letting her take another bite of the marshmallow. This time as she seductively chewed and swallowed I moved the exposed gooey remaining half to her nipple and pressed it against the pink flesh. The sugar was not hot or even very warm, but it was sticky. I did this without looking directly at her breasts, keeping my eyes locked on hers. 

She registered no surprise as I pressed the messy sugar against her skin and she followed my gaze as I lowered myself to her breasts, but I caught her eyes closing just as I took her breast into my mouth and began sucking the marshmallow from her nipple. The caramelized sugar tasted amazing but I could also smell soap and skin and taste the same as I sucked and licked her clean. 

Nicole only reacted with very subtle moans as I did this, with each lick her body moved expectantly against my mouth in eager acceptance of what I offered. Before each lick I would also open my mouth wide and suck her nipple into my mouth before releasing it and with each new suck she would cringe, just a little. I was teasing; she was expecting something more than suction as I took her into my mouth. It was blissful to realize how much she both did, and did not, want what was coming. She had written this scene, she knew what was next, and still I teased some more.

Finally, I could wait no more and I was certain Nicole was beyond a state of anxious need as well. I opened wide, I sucked her into my mouth, and instead of releasing her sensitive nipple, I bit down. Hard. Her nipple was already erect, two or three times longer than it had been before I plied sugar and oral stimulation to it. It was now easy to hold between my teeth. Nicole flung her head forward as I held the nipple tightly between my teeth and I felt her hair flip forward, resting now on the top of my head. 

I released the nipple from my teeth but still sucked it hard into my mouth allowing me to use my tongue now underneath the nipple to hold it tightly against my upper teeth. It had to hurt and I know she both expected and wanted this. I listened for her distress call, the secret word of release that she used in all of her novels, but the only sound from Nicole was the intense intake of air as she held her breath while I tortured her breast. 

After about another minute of abusing her nipple I finally let it go from my mouth entirely. Keep in mind, reader, that while I sucked and bit and applied this measured pain to Nicole, I did not hold her in place. At any time she could have stepped back, said the safe word, or jerked away from my touch. Nicole stood her ground and explored that fine line of pleasure as it crossed into pain, and back. 

I stood up straight and Nicole lifted her head to look me in the eyes again. Intensity in her deep blue pupils now showed fire and perhaps even moisture as if my biting had taken her to the edge of tears. I knew better than to kiss her, yet, but urgency was starting to wrap around us like an invisible rope and I while I wanted to respect the concept of this little game, I was urgent to take Nicole in a way I had never felt before. Still staring into her eyes I lifted my hand to the breast I had left untouched and pinched the whole of her areola. She winced but did not look away. I twisted it, pinching harder. She did not look away. I pulled, stretching nipple and breast alike. She hissed as she kept my gaze. 

I released her nipple abruptly and she sucked in air as her eyes closed. I could only imagine the sensation of burning, stinging, welcome relief. Did her nipples scorch with feeling as she described in her books? Was there a sensation that shot from her breasts to her pussy and back? Electric, hot, pleasure that stoked her need for more while at the same time made her recoil just slightly as my fingers brushed the tip of her nipples once more, teasing and testing her resolve. 

While her flinch was involuntary, her desire quickly overrode her instincts and she pressed into the touch as I circled her nipple, pressing herself into my hand, her eyes definitely now wet with the evidence of her pleasurable reaction to the hurt. I reached up with two hands now, pinching and twisting both nipples, pulling until her eyes forced open by the connection I demanded finally said enough, closed in lost resolve. I released her breasts and then kissed them gently, the skin felt very hot against the caress of my tongue. Perhaps I had gone too far.

Coming this far, however, it was nearly impossible to imagine stopping.

"You always try to please, don't you?" I asked rhetorically as I leaned my forehead against hers, Nicole still with her eyes shut. I ran my hand down the bare skin of her back and breathed in her smell again, her delicious clean smell. 

I helped her step back so she could finally sit down on the picnic bench. Her legs must have been tired as she had been standing for a little while and with her arms still bound behind her back yet she maintained her perfect posture with her legs together and bent modestly to the side. She flipped her hair behind her shoulder and smiled at me, her posture having the effect of pushing her breasts forward. Her prominent nipples now had a shade of darker red, swollen from rough handling. 

I brought out the wine next, a sweet moscato from the same winery she described in her books. I helped her take sips of the wine while I fed her some of the fruit I had prepared, sliced pineapple and grapes. We made small talk as if the situation were just a normal picnic between friends. After five minutes of recharging the tension was building between the two of us again. I helped her stand up.

"Are you always so happy?" I had to ask, since she was smiling again, her sweet nice-girl smile.

"Like you said, I'm a good girl. Always happy!" Her answer given with the first bit of satire I had heard from her all night.

"Were you happy while I bit your nipples?" I asked this in a lower voice, trying to convey that the break in the action was over.

"Yes."

"Really? That makes you 'happy'?" I even used air quotes as I asked this, sarcastically.

"I'll be a lot happier when you stop being so fucking nice." 

The 'F' word hung in the air long after she said this. Her eyes had a whole new level of power in them, she was still smiling but with a smirk bleeding through instead of her normal sappy cheer. She lowered her head as she looked at me, I was processing what she said, her eyes still connected to mine. This was a whole new level of participation from the character, a bit more intense than what Nicole, err I mean Scarlett had ever conveyed in her books. My cock was so hard I felt pain with it trapped inside my shorts. 

I walked towards her and behind her, found the button at the top of her skirt that was slightly hidden by the bunched up shirt that hung from her secured hands. I easily undid the button and lowered the short zipper. Her skirt fell effortlessly to her feet at that point, leaving her only in a pair of black panties. My oh my, those panties, how I had dreamed of those panties.

In her books a common theme was the specific, highly detailed styling of the panties her heroines wore. Black, always black, but beyond that their appeal was in their lack of additional cliché'. I was not even cognizant of how tired I had been of black thongs, black thongs, or simply no underwear at all in the pornography I generally consumed. Nicole, or Scarlett rather, wanted none of that. Frilly, lacey, even ruffles adorned what were always low cut but full coverage panties. Nicole did not disappoint tonight. Hers were just barely sheer enough to see through but the backside also had very cute and slight ruffles that made them flirty and pretty. On the front band centered below her navel was a cute tiny pink ribbon tied in bow. The material was silky yet stretchy, accommodating and yet form fitting. Overall they were adorable and sexy in what they covered instead of what they exposed. 

I walked Nicole forward so she could step out of the skirt around her feet. I folded the skirt nicely and sat it next to her denim jacket on the table. I approached Nicole again from behind and stood very close to her, placing my right on her lower back and resisting temptation to caress her frilly clad ass I moved it slowly upward. As it neared her neck I inverted my hand so the palm faced away from her skin and used it to gather her hair. 

With all of her hair in hand I hesitated no longer. Too fucking nice? With that thought in mind I pulled her hair roughly, which obviously pulled her head back but also her body. I let her body find mine to offer support and then I leaned my mouth into her neck and bit gently, licked, and kissed. I kept her hair in hand, I pulled still to ensure she felt my presence and urgency but held her body firmly against mine. After sucking on her skin and ears for another 30 seconds I released her hair and pushed her gently from me. 

Grabbing her by the hips I turned her around to face the table. Now, this picnic table warrants some description. These were not the old school wooden tables that you might think of from your childhood. These were heavy duty steel tables, the surface being a grid of metal instead of a solid surface – this making the table easier to maintain since rain and snow would never accumulate, nor would spilled drinks, on the table top. The steel was spray coated with a rubber protectant making for a strong, resilient, industrial type table. 

Facing the table I now helped Nicole so she was kneeling on the attached bench, facing the table. Nicole did not need much prompting in this maneuver, this being specifically familiar from her book. I placed my hand on her upper back and pushed her forward she could rest easily on the table surface, her head turned to face left but also resting on the table. 

Her ass was now prominent in the scene, facing the world and me but unfortunately her shirt was still obstructing my view. I adjusted her shirt so it was bunched up around her tied hands. This was going to wrinkle it badly, I would apologize and buy her a new one later. With the shirt out of the way and her ass so ready I stepped to the side of her and hit her. Hard. My right hand connected with her left ass cheek and the frilly panties that offered her scant protection only barely muted the pain and sound.

The spanking hurt. I knew it hurt, instinctively. No fucking nice guy here and Nicole yelped either in surprise or pain or likely from both. In her books the characters where explicitly written to demonstrate their acceptance of the rough play as part of their desire for it. I spanked her again and this time she was ready for it. No yelp. 

I landed two more hard spanks before I bent over and kissed her gently on the black fabric that covered her reddening ass, the color of her hot skin starting to glow along the edges of her panties. I rubbed her ass cheek gently, trying to massage away some of the sting. Her ass was strong, lean, round, full, and delicious in every way.

I moved myself directly behind her and adjusted her position a bit, spreading her legs enough that I could see her sex in the gap between them, covered in slick, wet, black satin of course. I then strode around to the other side of the table to look in her face and see how she was holding up. She was the author of this tale and I was the novice participant and while I didn't want to show lack of control or confidence, I did not want to cross boundaries either.

I bent low so my face was next to hers and I kissed her on the forehead, kissing on the mouth still premature in this plot. 

"Still a happy girl?" I playfully whispered in her ear.

"Getting there." Her reply was more of a dare than an answer.

I moved behind her again and my hand crashed against her right ass cheek so hard it stung my hand perhaps worse than her bottom. She didn't flinch; even so I caressed her after this initial hit just to make sure it was not too much, too soon. I spanked her again and again, three, four, five more smacks that created immediate redness on the skin of her upper leg not covered by her panties but touched by my hand regardless. I paused a moment to let her catch her breath, realizing that each spank caused her to suck in air and hold it until the barrage was over. Then I laid back into her with two more whacks on her right cheek coupled with two more on her left cheek. 

I now spread her legs a few more inches and moved my hands up the insides of her things, gently touching and tickling them and stopping once my fingers brushed up against her most private parts. This was going to hurt so I figured a bit of sweetness was in order before I spanked her with quick, rapid slaps of my hand on her inner thighs, as high on her leg as the position would allow me access, alternating between each leg. 

After the last of the dozen or so spanks I reached up and cupped her cunt still protected by her panties in my right hand. She was soaking through the material and wetness leaked through the fabric at my touch, an osmotic type of transference of her excitement to my hand. It was more than I could take; I had to release her before I fucked her out of turn. 

I moved to stand at her side so I was looking down at her ass from above and spanked her right between the legs, my fingers as the main point of contact as I slapped her pussy four or five times. I was more gentle here, the books were clear that this was enjoyed in moderation, but even my more tempered hits caused small gasps from Nicole. 

With the last spank my hand remained pressed firmly against her sex and she arched her back and ass up to make the contact more intense. I desperately wanted to slip my fingers under the fabric to claim her deeply but I resisted. I pinched the sides of her vagina together, relishing the wetness and swollen state of her sex for a few final seconds before I moved on with the routine.

As I realized what was next I felt almost faint at the prospect. I walked around the table and Nicole lifted her head to watch me as I approached. Her torso was just long enough that her head was on the edge of the opposite site of the tabletop, which was perfect. Almost too perfect, actually... a thought crossed my mind with this realization that perhaps her books were not so fictional as I had supposed. It was almost uncanny how the table size was perfectly fit to the description of the book. This next maneuver required this exact fit, so either Nicole had done her homework or this was not her first rodeo. I made a mental note to ask her, later, about how thoroughly she had 'researched' her writing. 




Hiding Behind a Pen Name



I helped Nicole rise up off the table, using my hands on her shoulders to aid her since her hands were still bound. As her naked breasts and stomach lifted from the grated table top I noted the pattern on her skin, the diamond checkered lattice that was especially pronounced across her breasts. It was an unexpected result of her position and weight on the industrially constructed table. It looked like it might have been uncomfortable, but not likely painful. Either way, the waffle pattern indentations on her skin looked perfect for the situation and this, this particular detail had not been expressed in her book. 

I only raised her up long enough to look her in the eyes and ease my own conscious that she was ok and not showing any signs of trepidation before we moved on. Her eyes were still ignited with something fiery and so I laid her back down on the table again while I stayed kneeling on the bench near her head. 

As she settled back onto the table I reached to the side and under the table to feel her flesh pressing through the grated openings. The rubberized coating was perfect to ensure the metal table didn't cut her skin or otherwise leave marks. I found a nipple protruding through the grate and I pinched it, flicked it with my fingers and felt it engorge against the touch. Perfect.

I stood up at that point and removed my shorts and underwear. This alone was a blessed relief for my cock having been hard as I could ever remember and constrained in my shorts for far too long. As it sprang out and stood at attention the warm summer air felt blissful against my dick and balls. The head of my penis looked agonizing, purple, engorged and ready. I said a silent prayer that I could control myself for the next few minutes and not blow my load, knowing I was about to attempt something I have never done before.

I knelt back down on the bench in front of Nicole and grabbed her hair to lift her head. The positioning was just perfect; my dick was exactly aligned with her mouth, a mouth that was already open as if begging for my manhood. I shoved it into her waiting mouth without further hesitation.

With her hair in my hand I could control the angle of her mouth and throat, so my initial thrusts explored the space and her tongue as I moved her head up or down slightly. And to her credit, she eagerly sucked and licked as I initially explored, she moaned in need and approval as I put myself into her face, her saliva warm and wet and building. 

I understood perfectly well from the books what she wanted here, so I took my thrusting up a level despite being spellbound by the way my cock felt in her mouth. I held her head up as I slid in deep, feeling my way to the back of her throat. My cock is a modest 6" in length and is slightly above average in width. I didn't think I would challenge her abilities to accommodate my size; in fact my real worry was that I could not get down her throat in the way she described throat fucking in her novels. 

Scarlett had spent paragraphs describing cock pressing into her characters throats, slipping down and past the point of gag reactions, filling cheeks and eliciting jolts of painful pleasure from the receiver. I kept this point of view in mind as I pressed in deeper, withdrew, deeper still, and then all the way back out. 

Nicole opened wide; her tongue was always sticking out allowing each entrance full access to her mouth. I finally felt myself in as far as I could go, my balls against her chin, my pubic bone against her nose. Still, I pressed just a bit further still and finally she gagged, just slightly. I released myself from her and then repeated. The saliva was now building on my dick; I could feel extreme wetness on my balls, her spit dripping off the base of them. I would hold myself in her mouth for a few seconds, release and watch her catch her breath and recover before opening her slut mouth for more. Her mouth and throat took me, all of me, and I slammed at her face now, feeling the head of my prick lodge against the warm smooth lining of her throat. 

The sensation of face fucking was new to me; I had never done this even in a fantasy or dream. I was a sucker for a blowjob, the mental element of it usually causing me to climax far too soon. I could not get beyond the wonder and joy that a woman would suck on my dick, any woman, and it always took immense control on my part to keep from climaxing the moment a warm mouth touched the head of my prick. This was so much more than a blowjob I was beyond worried about lasting here, and the feeling of her throat allowing my intrusion was more intense than I even imagined from her descriptive prose. Of course, Nicole wrote from the point of view of the female and so I had read the account of what Nicole might be experiencing and could not imagine she could relate, at all, to the delight I felt with each demanding thrust. 

Nicole had gagged the first dozen times I slammed in deep but was now in rhythm with me and I was getting close, too close, to blowing my wad. Not yet, that would disrupt the script. I withdrew from her mouth for the last time and stepped back to appraise the scene. Long strands of sticky spit trailed from my cock, a foot away, to her lips. My balls were saturated, wetness even leaking down my inner legs; lipstick was smeared on her face and at the base of my cock. More saliva ran down her chin and caught on the grated table below her before slipping through the holes and landing on the ground under the table creating small puddles. 

Nicole's hair was a tangled mess now, some remained bunched up at the place I had held it during the oral assault, other strands were tangled together hanging in front of her eyes and wildly across her face. A few strands even seemed glued to her cheeks, stuck to the combination of tears and saliva. Nicole's eyes were a messy combination of smeared dark mascara mixed with tears that trailed down her cheeks and dark burning pupils that affirmed I had done as she prescribed, I had not been a nice guy. The mascara on her cheekbones and streaking around her eyes was every bit as hot as described in the books. She looked like a hot, fucking, mess of a slut. 

As we looked at each other, she didn't smile. She was in a different state of conscious right now and I felt a bit of uncertainty that she was still ok. Part of me wanted to ask; most of me didn't want to break the spell. For my part the same exotic and erotic tenor created by her writing was in the air right now, in the reality of this moment. She had a safe word, after all, a word she had not used so I continued on.

After moving to the other side of the table again, I stood behind Nicole, between her slightly parted legs, her ass facing me, passive and waiting. I nudged her legs apart further still and pressed myself against her crotch, running my cock up and down the panty covered slit of her cunt, pressing slightly as if trying to fuck her through the fabric. I didn't tease for long, though, pulling her panties roughly to the left of center using my left hand while I aimed my cock at her with my right hand. 

I wanted frantically to immediately press into her but the sight of her naked sex was a cause for pause. First, I had been expecting pubic hair since all of her female characters claimed their bush as their female right, but Nicole was shaved smooth and clean, her lips swollen to the extreme and her inner folds hanging out and down, wet and loose and pink. Bright pink to match her perky pink nipples. Her pussy lips were light in color too, everything about her seemed young, pretty, innocent. If not for the visual excitement of her engorged tissues dripping with her own juices I would have felt hesitation in taking her, as sweet as she looked. Even her asshole was pink and pretty, like a little flower, again shaved clean. 

My purple cock head positioned mere centimeters away from her center looked mean and imposing in contrast to her feminine magnificence. Still wet from her mouth I pressed the tip of my cock up against her soft folds and realized further how wet she was. I gave myself one more pause to appreciate the moment and then brutally forced myself all the way into her perfect body, slamming my torso up against her round full ass. With the table acting to counter my forceful shoves I didn't even have to hold her hips as I drove into her, but I did simply for the pleasure of plying my fingers into her sweet flesh. 

There was some understanding that this would not last long; even in her books she created female characters that drove their captors crazy with need, climaxing quickly once they finally entered their captives sex. Even still the pliant wetness of her pussy did not fully compensate for the amazing tightness of her hole. Despite my furious thrusts, coming all the way out and then plowing my way back in over and over, each time I entered her I felt her muscles gripping and flexing, as if trying to hold me in or keep me out. I watched as the folds of her cunt cling to my cock when it withdrew and the way they caved inward, roughly, with each lunge back into her body. Nicole grunted with each thrust, her breath seemed to escape her involuntarily and yet she was arching her ass up and towards me for more. Her face was not visible at this point since her hair was messily covering her entire head. 

This didn't last more than 60 seconds before I was gone. The sensation that starts somewhere in my brain and then blasts to my groin, through my balls, and up shaft was so intense I forgot a very critical part of the story! I was trembling in orgasm, feeling a seriously uncomfortable amount of semen rush through my cock and into Nicole as I held myself in her when I remembered I was supposed to cum on her ass, shooting my wad on the girly panties instead of into her searing pussy. 

I had already shot 3 or 4 bursts of semen into her before I pulled out recklessly and aimed a final few blasts at her backside. Impressively, I still had cum to give and those few shots laced her frilly ruffled panties with a generous dose of my stuff. I did as was expected and rubbed the cum into the cloth with my left hand, playing with it lightly as I massaged it into her backside, amazed at how much semen I had produced. Amazed, and worried because if there was this much on her panties, how much had I spewed inside her? I began to panic just a bit when I looked at the opening of her pussy and saw the thick white substance oozing out slowly, substantially. There was one more chapter left in this story and an entirely new twist had just been added to the plot. 

Given what I had taken, what Nicole had given, there was no way I could even imagine asking for a pass on this next and final element of our play. Only I could be blamed for the situation that was before me and I so I took a deep breath for resolve and knelt on the ground behind Nicole. I had never done anything like this before, never even considered it, but something inside me was buzzing about the situation and making me feel not only a sense of obligation to Nicole but adventure too in a taboo sort of way. I stuck out my tongue and licked Nicole's cum soaked slit. 

At first I didn't notice a taste, it felt like a wet pussy and so I relaxed and went on. Only seconds later, however, I differentiated the taste of my seed versus her honey. It was just barely bitter but the taste was less foreign than the consistency - it was thick and there was a lot of it. I licked and sucked and pushed myself against her, partly to keep myself engaged despite this new sensation but mostly I wanted her to get off more than anything else I could think of at that moment regardless of what else was coloring the situation.

As described in her book I placed my wide mouth against her sex. I was using my left hand to keep her panties out of the way and at this angle my tongue was easily against her clitoris and my nose nudged against her taint. Nicole writhed against my mouth and was now moaning loudly as I sucked her clit into my mouth and tongued it rapidly, releasing it to then explore her hole with my tongue while sucking my junk from her. The mixture of our juices was starting to intoxicate me. The smell was thick and musty, her juices still flowing copiously from all the attention. Suck, lick, suck, and lick, I repeated up and down her slit. I was now craving more of my cum and getting drunk from intensity of it all. 

As I took her clit between my lips one last time I could feel Nicole starting to shake, her orgasm starting to crash over her. She let loud, short yelps escape her mouth as she ground herself against me, my nose slipping into her pussy now, my face a wet pasty mess of sweat and cum and girl fluid. She ground out the orgasm with rapid spasms at first, spiking with rough hard thrusts of her cunt back at my face before she slumped onto the table in post orgasmic exhaustion. 

I licked the length of her softly as she whimpered and moaned in her recovery. I tongued provocatively at her pink asshole and kissed her previously spanked ass tenderly. I kissed the insides of her thighs too, still pink and sore from spankings. I positioned her panties back in place, finally, and then sat up on the table next to her. Nicole made no effort to raise herself up, her hands still tied behind her, I ran my fingers slowly over the pale skin of her bare back and tried to untangle the nest of hair hanging over her face, some of which was sticking to her wet and open lips. 

She was smiling now, or maybe glowing. Her eyes still looked intense but the deep innocent blue that normally graced her face replaced the fire. I untied her hands and then helped her up, took her in my arms and we kissed deeply for the first time ever. The kiss was full of lust and passion yet it was slow and romantic and our tongues swirled around each other's leisurely. Her mouth tasted as sweet and perfect as the rest of her. This kiss was important, I hope to her but for me it affirmed that I had not gone too far and not exceeded her boundaries or trust and hopefully it declared that it was worth the risk she took this afternoon.

I found the wet wipes I had packed in the bag and I helped clean her face, dabbing away the smeared lipstick and the streaked mascara. We kissed playfully as she fixed her hair a bit and we redressed her and I redressed myself. As expected her silk shirt was a wrinkled mess.

"I'm sorry, I'll buy you a new one," I said as she giggled at the look of the shirt with dismay. 

"Yeah, glad I brought a jacket to cover this up."

"I made a mess of you," I teased back at her.

With this, though, she stopped smiling and came over to kiss me again, something serious on her face.

"I don't know if you did that on purpose or not but that was better than I could have imagined and something I have not dared to ask for, I have not dared to even write that." She stared at me seriously for a second to make sure I trusted her words. 

"I just might have a new chapter to add," she said with her genuine sweet smile back on her face. And with that she took my hand in hers and we started down the path to the car.



Hiding from Herself



Andy looked at her watch and sighed in exasperation. As always, her sister Deanna was late. Andy brushed long blonde bangs out of her eyes as she tapped a black heel-clad foot impatiently. The mall was busy this Saturday with just five shopping days left until Christmas. Andy seemed immune to the lustful gazes cast her way as she scanned the crowd for the familiar mop of unruly brunette curls.

"Hey, little sister! Sorry I'm late!" A voice sounded behind her and Andy whirled around with a start. Deanne's green eyes laughed up into Andy's gray eyes. At 5'10, Andy seemed to tower over her petite 5'3 sister.

"Deanne, 2 o'clock means just that. I felt very odd standing here waiting for you. It looked like I was either stalking someone or being a major pervert. You should have seen some of the looks I've been getting."

Deanne had decided that they would meet up in front of Victoria's Secret, which was right across from a black windowed sex shop. Andy smoothed her gray, pinstriped skirt suit self-consciously.

"Relax. You have to expect people to look at you, little sis. You ARE stunning. Speaking of which, let me introduce you to Melanie." She gestured to a voluptuous raven-haired woman standing beside her. Andy didn't know she hadn't noticed her before. Melanie stood just under Andy's height. Her sapphire eyes seemed cut from precious stones. Dressed in designer jeans and a peasant's blouse, she seemed ethereal. Her perfect, full lips smiled revealing straight white teeth.

"It's so good to meet you. Dee has told me so much about you." Andy realized she was staring and immediately snapped out of it, taking the woman's proffered hand. Melanie's skin was smooth and warm. Andy felt a jolt of electricity run through her body and quickly took a step back in confusion. She wondered what was wrong with her.

"Well, why don't we go do our shopping now? I see what you meant about standing here and feeling like a pervert. The only difference is, I really am a pervert!" Deanne laughed and grabbed Andy and Melanie by the arms dragging them off on a whirlwind trip through the mall.

They exited a couple of hours later loaded down with bags and boxes. The afternoon had been spent in laughter and fun. Andy was constantly aware of Melanie, though. She could feel the dam she had built inside of herself long ago threatening to break in the presence of this woman she didn't know. She thought she had dealt with her attraction towards women, but here it was again staring her in the face with undeniable intensity. She hadn't felt anything since she was 16, and here she was at 25, feeling it all over again.

"Andy. Earth to Andy." Deanne was waving her hand in front of Andy's eyes and laughing. "That must have been some thought process." 

Andy could feel herself blushing hotly. She cleared her throat loudly. "What did I miss?"

"I said, Melanie lives on the same side of the city as you. If you wouldn't mind, could you drop her off? I told Frank that I would be home by five." Frank was Deanne's husband, and they had two beautiful children together who Andy doted on. Andy checked her watch. It was now ten till five. She laughed softly.

Andy looked shyly over at Melanie and nodded. The thought of spending forty minutes in the car with her was wonderful and sweet torture. "Yes, I can do that."

"Are you sure it wouldn't be any trouble?" Melanie's husky voice melted across Andy and she nearly shivered. She was consumed by a torturous struggle within her between the side of her that felt a natural attraction to Melanie and the side that screamed and ranted against such an attraction.

"No. I mean, yes I am certain that it would be no trouble at all. Where exactly do you live?"

"The Heights."

"Oh! That's only a couple of blocks from me!"

"Great. See you girls later!" Deanne kissed both their cheeks and rushed off in a flurry of bags.

"You know, to always be rushing, Dee is habitually late," Melanie said wryly and Andy laughed.

"You are so right. I'm parked over here. Andy opened the trunk of her Mercedes and they tossed their bags inside. As they situated themselves into their seats, Andy was very aware of Melanie. She breathed deeply of Melanie's scent. She smelled like vanilla and jasmine.

They kept up a light chatter as Andy drove down the interstate. She went the speed limit whereas she usually sped like a demon, but she explained it to herself as merely being a safe driver with a not very well known passenger. She couldn't help but notice the lines of Melanie's firm thighs through the denim of her jeans and the way the peasant's blouse moldered itself to every curve and sweep of her breasts.

"Are you hungry?" Andy stared at the road hoping for and dreading Melanie's next words. "Why don't we stop and have dinner together?"

"Well, it is getting late," Andy croaked, putting up a token resistance.

"Exactly my point. Besides, I'm not ready to go home just yet," Melanie said. Andy could feel her heart thudding loudly in her chest and was surprised that Melanie couldn't hear it. She could barely catch her breath. It was just dinner after all.

"Ok, but only if you let it be my treat. I had to work this morning, thus the suit, and I think my boss owes me a dinner." Andy smiled at Melanie as she drove down the next exit ramp and towards her favorite restaurant.

"By all means," Melanie laughed softly sending goose flesh across Andy's skin. She wondered how Melanie would sound in the throes of passion... The thought came out of nowhere and startled her so badly that she nearly drove right into a line of parked cars.

Luckily, the restaurant wasn't very busy and they were seated almost right away. In the dim light of the restaurant, the table's candle light bathed Melanie in an angelic glow. Andy was enchanted by the lovely vision across from her. Their waitress came over and Andy felt as if she had been saved. She promptly ordered a glass of red wine. Melanie did the same.

"Andy, are you ok?" Melanie asked with concern. Andy could feel the heat rushing to her cheeks. She was glad to see the waitress already returning with their drinks.

"Yes, I'm fine. It's nothing this won't fix," Andy said with a smile, unaware of the devastating effect her dimples and stormy eyes had on anyone looking at her at that moment.

"Your sister is right, you know. You are stunning." Andy looked at Melanie in surprise before chuckling.

"Well, if that isn't the pot calling the kettle black. So, how long have you known my sister?"

"I've actually known Frank for almost two years. I work with him and met Deanne at last year's office Christmas party."

"Oh, so you are a lawyer then?" Melanie laughed at the question.

"You say that with such disdain."

"Oh, no, not at all," Andy exclaimed and they both laughed. "I'm very glad that Deanne introduced us today," Andy said shyly, quickly taking a gulp of her wine.

"So am I. Andy, I..." Whatever Melanie had been about to say was silenced as the waitress came for their dinner orders. They continued to chat as they waited for their food. She was surprised at how much they had in common. They even ordered the same thing and ate just about the same amount of it, Andy thought in amusement. She could feel herself hanging onto every word Melanie said.

When they paid and left, Andy felt relaxed and comfortable with the other woman. She drove the few remaining miles to the Heights and Melanie directed her to her house. It was a lovely cream-colored Victorian. Andy popped the trunk and laughed ruefully at their purchases. The bags had spilled and everything was mixed together.

"Why don't we gather them all and go inside to sort them out," Melanie suggested just over her shoulder, her breath hot and warm on Andy's ear. Andy could feel the same electric current run through her body. She couldn't figure out why she was starting to feel panic. Melanie gathered half of the items and shoved them into bags. She began to head for her house not waiting for Andy's answer. Andy collected the rest of the things and quickly followed.

Melanie dropped everything onto the living room coffee table and Andy followed suit. Melanie poured them each a glass of wine and they sipped as they sorted out their belongings. Andy began to relax again as they joked and laughed, and she even began to enjoy being in Melanie's company until a package she had bought while waiting for Deanne fell out of its bag.

"Well, what do we have here? I don't think that this is mine." Andy turned beet red as Melanie held up the little personal vibrator that she had bought on a whim.

"It's, um, it's mine," Andy answered in barely a whisper.

"What does a beautiful girl like you need with one of these? I'm certain men are just all over you." Andy gulped down the last of her wine and tried to take a deep breath.

"Well, I... I mean, it's just not..."

"Satisfying?" Melanie said and Andy smiled.

"Yes." They both laughed and Andy could feel the tension ebbing from her shoulders.

"Well, I don't have to worry about that," Melanie said smugly.

"Oh, you must be dating a rare man, or either of these," Andy said holding up the personal vibrator as they shared another hearty laugh.

"Not exactly, although I do own one of those and a few other things. No, I am a lesbian." As the words left Melanie's mouth, Andy could feel herself freeze into the fight or flight response. She couldn't sort through the multitude of feelings she felt. She could vaguely sense Melanie talking to her.

"Andy, are you alright? I didn't mean to shock you."

"No, I'm okay. It just took my by surprise." Andy was fully aware of Melanie's presence, of what she represented. The touch of Melanie's hand on her arm was excruciatingly delicious. "I have to go."

"Why?" Melanie asked, her voice hurt and angry. "Because I'm a lesbian?"

"No."

"Then why? I thought we had really hit it off, and now I find out that you have a problem with who I am."

"No, it's not that!"

"Then what is it?" Melanie's eyes were flashing and filled with hurt. Andy felt words building inside her mouth and before she knew it, she was saying them.

"Until you said that, the thought of being with you was only a fantasy and I didn't have to deal with the reality that I could be. That I want to be." Andy clapped her hands over her mouth. What had made her say that? As she turned to leave, she realized that she was shaking like a leaf. She was almost to the door when Melanie reached her and stopped her by putting her hands on Andy's arms. She slowly turned Andy to face her. Andy felt as though she could get lost in those sapphire eyes. Melanie was looking at her with a mixture of desire and concern.

Andy leaned forward and pressed her lips against Melanie's. She couldn't contain the passion that was raging inside of her. Melanie moaned softly and circled her arms around Andy's neck pulling her closer. Andy opened her mouth to Melanie's gently insistent tongue, feeling a shudder of desire run through her body as Melanie began a slow, sensual seduction of her mouth and senses. Andy's arms wrapped around Melanie's waist and she clung to her as though Melanie was her life raft.

Andy could feel the dam burst inside of her and she sighed breathlessly against Melanie's lips. Her thighs were quickly becoming wet with her arousal. Melanie left her mouth with a soft sigh and stared deeply into Andy's eyes.

At Andy's puzzled gaze, Melanie said, "We have to stop now or I won't be able to." Her husky voice sent shivers racing outwards from Andy's belly to her nipples and loins.

"I don't... want you to stop," Andy whispered, gathering her courage. She began to kiss and nibble Melanie's neck and ear lobe, inhaling the scent of the intoxicating woman.

"Are you sure? Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"No, but it's always been who I am and what I've wanted. And I'm so tired of hiding me from me," Andy answered with a tremor in her voice. Melanie tenderly placed her hands on either side of Andy's face and began to kiss her softly, slowly.

"Make love to me, Melanie," Andy breathed against Melanie's lips. She was answered by a moan of desire. Melanie broke the kiss and wordlessly led Andy upstairs and into her bedroom. She turned to look at her blonde angel, wordlessly giving her the chance to change her mind. Andy stepped forward, unbuttoning her suit jacket and letting it drop to the floor behind her. She could feel the silk of her blouse caressing her hard nipples. Melanie's eyes smoldered as Andy began to unbutton her blouse and then let it slide from her shoulders and down her arms.

Melanie's hands reached up and began to brush feather light touches across Andy's stomach with her fingertips. Using her thumbs, she flicked Andy's nipples through her lacy bra. Andy bit back a moan, her eyes locked onto Melanie's. Melanie unclasped the front snap of Andy's bra, sucking in a breath at the sight of the perfectly round breasts presented to her feasting eyes. Pink areolas boasted large pink nipples. Melanie quickly took one into her mouth, holding it between her teeth and flicking her tongue over it. Andy shuddered at the contact, and she twined her hands in the luscious black hair, arching her back to press her nipples deeper into Melanie's mouth. A raging inferno was blazing between her legs and she wanted to feel Melanie's skin pressed against her own. She took the hem of the peasant's blouse and almost roughly pulled it off the other woman who immediately latched her mouth back onto Andy's nipples.

"I want to see you naked," Andy whispered flushing at her boldness as Melanie reluctantly let go of the delicious nipple in her mouth. She stepped back and smiled at Andy as she unclasped her bra and slid it slowly down her arms letting it fall to the floor. She slowly began to unbutton her jeans, licking her lips as she did. Andy was entranced. The other woman's areolas were dark holding brown nipples. Andy could feel a new rush of moisture between her legs and she felt an ache in her sex that urgently needed to be fulfilled. Melanie slid her jeans over her hips before turning to slide the denim slowly off of her round ass. Andy gasped in pleasure at the sight. Melanie didn't wear panties. She bent over to take the jeans off of her feet and Andy hungrily drank in the sight of the exposed flesh. Dew drops of moisture begged to be sucked and licked off of her rose petal nether lips. Andy dropped to her knees and licked the moisture from Melanie's pussy. Melanie moaned and pressed back against her before turning around. She laughed at the disappointed look on Andy's face.

"We have plenty of time, baby. Let's take it slow."

"I've taken it slow my whole life. I want you so badly. I need you." Andy took Melanie's hand and ran it under her skirt and up her thigh. "I need you to possess me. I want you to touch me, feel me." Melanie could feel the last of her reserve crumble at Andy's words and, with a soft growl she quickly finished undressing the other woman and pushed her back onto her bed. Melanie climbed over her and pressed her knee between Andy's thighs and against her dripping pussy.

"God, yes," Andy breathed, slowly grinding on the other woman. Melanie leaned forward to kiss Andy hard, their tongues entwining in sensuous surrender. Melanie broke their kiss to trail down to Andy's breasts, taking them each into her mouth and tonguing the nipples. She nipped lightly at the sensitive nubs. Andy moaned in pleasure before burying her hands in Melanie's hair. She pushed the other woman's head lower.

"Please, Melanie, put your mouth on me." Melanie groaned feeling her own pussy soaked with her arousal. Melanie settled between Andy's thighs, lifting the beautiful, long legs and wrapping them around her shoulders. Andy kept her pussy completely shaved, and her honey was glistening on her pink lips. Melanie ran her tongue over Andy's mons then over her slit. Andy responded with a fresh torrent of dew and Melanie quickly buried her tongue deep inside of the other woman.

"Oh, yeah, eat me. Melanie, make me yours," Andy panted, beyond intelligent thought and reason. Melanie parted Andy's sex revealing a hard, throbbing clit. She licked the glistening nub with a quick stroke causing Andy to tighten her knees around Melanie's head. "Don't tease me. I've waited so long. Please," Andy begged and Melanie sucked her clit into her mouth. Andy responded by arching her back off of the bed and groaning loudly. Melanie captured the little pleasure pack between her teeth and began to lathe her tongue across it in long, slow hard licks. Andy moaned loudly, panting, her senses filled. She watched the black head moving hungrily between her legs. She could smell the combined scent of their arousal and could hear the slurping and smacking coming from between her thighs. She could feel the orgasm building within the very pit of her and began to tremble uncontrollably.

Melanie continued her slow, hard onslaught. She could taste Andy's impending orgasm as the woman's clit became harder in her mouth. She quickly thrust two fingers deep inside Andy, curling her fingers to rub against the sweet spot inside. Andy came up off of the bed with the sudden violence of her orgasm.

"Oh, Melanie! I'm cumming... oh God!" Andy screamed as Melanie began to fuck her hard and fast, sending her over the edge once again. "Yes, fuck me, baby, fuck me harder. Mmmmmm," Andy was lost as her body shuddered through another orgasm. Melanie hadn't stopped licking her super sensitive clit and it was driving her insane. At Andy's cries, Melanie slowly licked up the girl cum with a wet slurp before crawling up the trembling woman's body to kiss her tenderly on the lips, sharing the sweet taste of her. She leaned back in concern as she tasted a salty tear.

"Hey, are you ok? Did I hurt you?" Andy shook her head slowly. "Then what it is? Do you regret what just happened?" Melanie's voice sounded small and hurt, and Andy threw her arms around her and pulled her tight.

"No, it was wonderful. YOU are wonderful. I just can't believe that I've been denying myself for so long." Andy stroked Melanie's cheek softly, her gray eyes filling with more tears. She whispered softly, "I think maybe I was waiting for you."

Melanie smiled tremulously, her own eyes filling with tears. They shared a slow, loving kiss that quickly ignited into passion. Andy rolled Melanie over onto her back.

"But, my lover, we aren't finished yet. There is plenty of time for talking afterwards." Melanie shivered with anticipation as Andy smiled wickedly into her eyes. Andy could feel her confidence inwardly beginning to wane, but outwardly she licked her lush lips before capturing Melanie's. Melanie sighed softly against her, her body pressing up against Andy. Andy was stunned at the firm softness of another woman's body. She broke their passionate kiss to look at the sight before her.

"Andy?" Melanie asked, the single word asking every unspoken question that was racing through her mind. Andy looked deeply into Melanie's eyes as she held her finger over Melanie's lips to hush her.

"I just want to look at you," Andy said huskily, her eyes leaving hot trails across Melanie's already feverish body. Andy was awed at the sensual beauty of the other woman who lay open and trusting beneath her. She tentatively reached out to trace the gentle curve of Melanie's breasts before trailing her fingernail over the erect nipple, which seemed to strain towards her, begging her for her touch. Melanie shivered at the contact, her eyes closing as she surrendered to Andy's exploration.

Andy leaned slowly forward and took the brown nipple in her mouth, sucking the sweet nub softly while running her tongue over the tip. Andy felt a tremor of desire shoot through her own body as Melanie bit off a lusty moan, her sapphire eyes burning with unspoken desire. Leaning back, Andy spread Melanie's legs and then knelt between the well-muscled thighs. Her eyes feasted on the wet dessert spread open to her, and she could hear Melanie practically panting with the effort to lie still and wait. Andy breathed in deeply as she closed her eyes to savor the sex scent of her lover.




Hiding from Herself



Andy slid her hands up Melanie's thighs, following her hands with slow, wet kisses and licks. When she reached the apex of Melanie's legs, she pushed her hands down and apart to reveal Melanie's inner secrets to her lusting eyes. She ran a fingertip over the dripping slit before sliding her fingertip inside of the tight, aching hole. Melanie watched in fascination as Andy scooped out a large fingerful of her nectar and brought it to her lips. She sucked her finger slow inside her mouth, her tongue licking every inch of the sticky wetness off of it. Andy moaned as she savored the taste causing Melanie to groan with the aching urge growing inside of her, her desire almost desperate as she watched the erotic display. Andy smiled hypnotically at Melanie as she pulled her finger out of her mouth with a wet slurp.

"You taste so good, but... I think I need more now," Andy cooed as she lay down between Melanie's legs. She nuzzled her nose into Melanie's 'landing strip' that ended at the top of her heated, dripping slit.

"Yes, please, Andy," Melanie whispered, her voice husky and sexy, spurring Andy into action. Andy separated Melanie's outer lips with her tongue before running it slowly over her slit gathering a tongueful of girl honey. Melanie trembled beneath her, her body on the edge and threatening to go over at the softest touch. Andy was aware of her own strong reaction. She was actually going down on another woman...and enjoying it! The taste and scent of Melanie was causing a fresh gush of wetness to leak from her and coat her thighs in sticky sweetness. She squeezed her legs together as she used her fingers to spread Melanie apart.

Andy felt a blush creep across her face as she looked intently at Melanie's exposed clit. Andy lathed her tongue experimentally over it, getting the desired results from Melanie who arched violently at the contact with a loud gasp. Andy sucked the hardened stub into her mouth and Melanie cried out as she twined her fingers through Andy's blonde mane. Melanie's body began to shake uncontrollably, and Andy looked up in confusion, unsure of herself.

"Don't stop, lover, PLEASE, don't stop," Melanie moaned and Andy quickly went back to sucking and licking her new found toy. She covered every inch of Melanie's pussy with her tongue and lips, French kissing it with wild abandon. Melanie cried out her name as Andy pushed her tongue deep inside of Melanie's honey pot, wriggling it back and forth as she tongue fucked the now bucking woman beneath her. Andy could taste a new rush of fluid as her tongue became coated and her mouth filled with sweet girl cum.

"Andy, oh Andy," Melanie cried out over and over as her release shook her to her core and took her to a level she had never experienced before. She felt as though a volcano had erupted between her legs, flooding her lover and bed in a gush of hot liquid. As Andy slowly took her tongue out of Melanie's pussy, she let it trail lower to scoop up the remaining honey that was dripping down her crack. As her tongue lightly touched Melanie's forbidden anal flower, Melanie came again with violent force, surprising both of them with its intensity.

Andy watched in wonder as the beautiful woman surrendered to her. She couldn't believe how much she loved making love to Melanie, how natural and right it felt to her. It wasn't like the few awkward affairs she had had. Andy knew she was considered a terrible lay, until now. Her gray eyes were filled with stormy passion as she crawled up beside Melanie to kiss the still trembling woman, sharing her delicious taste as she captured Melanie's moans in her mouth. Melanie eventually began to quiet, her moans turning to soft sighs.

"You are... incredible," Melanie murmured against Andy's neck. "A natural at this lesbian stuff, I should say."

"Well, I have a great teacher," Andy said as she continued placing kisses all over Melanie's neck, shoulders, and chest. 

"And I have so much more to teach you." Melanie said with a laugh. Her face became serious as she captured Andy's chin in her hands to gaze deeply into her eyes. "Stay the night with me, Andy. I don't want to wake up in the morning thinking that this was all just a wonderful dream." Andy could feel her heart pounding. Tomorrow was Sunday, and she had nowhere to go and no one to see.

"Yes," Andy whispered with a catch in her throat, wrapping Melanie into her arms and kissing her tenderly. They continued to share sleepy kisses until they fell asleep in one another's arms.

Andy awakened to the sound of the bedside phone ringing. She peered around groggily, completely disoriented before remembering where she was. Melanie's voice brought her to reality with a thud.

"Hello?" Melanie sounded sleepy and absolutely adorable. Andy smiled as she kissed her back, feeling a thrill of desire just at the sound of her lover's voice.

"Oh, hey, Deanne... Andy? ... ummm..." Melanie shot a look over her shoulder at Andy who looked stunned as she realized her sister was the one on the other end of the line. Reality thudded into her with cruel force and she practically leapt from the bed and ran to the bathroom. She could still her Melanie's end of the conversation.

"She got in late... We stopped for dinner and then there was a mishap with our bags... No, I think she mentioned having to do something today so that is probably where she is now. I wouldn't worry... Yes, if I see her I'll let her know to call you... Ok... bye."

Melanie walked slowly to the bathroom where she could hear Andy washing up. A feeling of dread was building in the pit of her stomach and she felt like she was going to be sick. Her worst fears were confirmed as Andy came out of the bathroom, her tear filled eyes unable to meet Melanie's.

"Andy?" Melanie whispered, afraid of the words she knew was coming, but hoping that somehow they wouldn't be what she knew they would be. "Where are you going?" She followed Andy into the hall and down the stairs, watching as Andy collected her clothing and quickly dressed.

"I have to go now."

"But I thought that you were going to stay the day with me." 

"I can't. I need to go." Andy's voice was strained as she gathered her bags.

"Can I call you later, or will you call me?" Andy finally met Melanie's eyes and Melanie could see the truth nestled there. Andy was beginning to regret making love with her. Melanie wondered how she could be such a fool and fall for this woman. 

"I don't think that that is a good idea. I think I've made a terrible mistake. What was I thinking?"

"Oh, God, please don't say that," Melanie whispered, feeling thick salty tears beginning to run down her cheeks. "What happened was too beautiful to be a mistake."

"I'm sorry, I..." Andy caught herself reaching out to Melanie and jerked to a stop. "I can't do this. I should have thought this through. My family would never approve. I've put everything at risk. I'm sorry." Andy rushed out of the house, leaving Melanie naked and alone, wondering what had happened to Andy to cause her to be so scared of herself.

Melanie showered and dressed in a daze regretting agreeing to go to Frank and Deanne's for dinner. She dressed casually in a pair of jeans that settled low on her hips, a pair of sling back sandals, and a white midriff tank. She pulled on a light sweater over her top and headed out.

Melanie's thoughts were of last night and the sudden change in Andy this morning. She felt like such a cliché, but she really had fallen for Andy at first sight. Andy was so much more than what she outwardly displayed. Melanie was fascinated with the thought of unwrapping each layer of Andy's personality. But now, it didn't look as though she would ever get that chance. Melanie angrily blinked back tears as she pulled into a parking space in front of her favorite wine store.

Inside, she selected a bottle of red wine. Frank and Deanne raved about the make, and the name of this particular wine got quite a few laughs to the uneducated wine connoisseur. Melanie walked to the till and groaned inwardly. She was about to turn around and walk out without her purchase when she heard her name called.

"Melanie! I haven't seen you in ages!" Melanie turned around and with a sigh remembered to plaster a smile onto her face.

"Sandy. Yes, it has been awhile. How have you been?" Sandy was barely twenty with bleached blonde hair, huge brown eyes, and a fabulously tight body. Melanie had gladly sampled her a couple of times, and Sandy was probably the last person that she wanted to see right now.

"Good. How are things with you? You look tired. Long night?" Sandy giggled flirtatiously, winking hugely at Melanie.

"Something like that." Melanie changed the subject as she paid for her wine. She engaged in a few moments of chitchat before she began to leave. Sandy reached across the counter and grabbed her arm. 

"If you are looking for a little fun tonight, I'm your girl." Melanie could feel her heart rebelling at the thought, and it made her angry that she should feel guilty! She gave Sandy her sexiest smile as she took her hand and sucked one slim finger into her mouth.

"Keep your calendar open. I have to go to a friend's house for dinner, but afterwards perhaps you could provide dessert?" Sandy smiled as she licked her lips hungrily.

"I'll be waiting for your call." As soon as Melanie was out of the door and in her car, her anger gave way and she sighed sadly. She didn't want to spend the night with Sandy; she wanted to be with Andy. She closed her eyes and tried to reach a calm place before continuing the drive to Frank's.

Melanie parked in the driveway behind a red Harley. She admired the motorcycle, amazed at Frank's newly found mid-life crisis. She rang the buzzer and felt her first genuine smile of the day as Deanne answered the door with a flourish.

"Melanie!" Melanie held out the wine and Deanne dissolved into delighted giggles. "You remembered the wine!"

"Who could forget a name like that? Hey, when did Frank begin his mid-life crisis?" Melanie asked jokingly, jerking a thumb over her shoulder at the Harley.

"Oh, that isn't Frank's, it's..."

"Honey! Where do we keep the charcoal?" Frank's voice interrupted then and Deanne shooed Melanie inside and towards the patio doors that led out to their pool and back yard. Melanie stepped out into the bright California sunshine and stopped dead in her tracks as Deanne finished her sentence.

"As I was saying, the Harley is Andy's. Why don't you go say hello as I help Frank out. He's looking for charcoal and it's a gas powered grill," Deanne said as she rolled her eyes. She trotted off and Melanie was left to deal with her pounding heart. Andy was sitting on the edge of the pool staring off into space. She was wearing khaki cargo shorts and a loose knit sweater over a hot pink swim top. The sweater hung off one delicate shoulder and Andy had the long sleeves balled around her hands, which were under her chin. The sunlight shone lovingly on her long blonde hair that hung loosely down her back like fine spun golden silk. Melanie could feel her body heating at the memory of that silken hair on her skin.

At just that moment, Andy looked over and locked eyes with Melanie. Melanie could see the play of emotion that lit Andy's face with happiness following by confusion and sadness. Deanne surprised Melanie when she suddenly reappeared at her elbow carrying a glass of wine. 

"I would have brought you a beer, but you are just like Andy with your wine." Melanie waved Andy over, and Andy reluctantly got to her feet and made her way over.

"Hello, Melanie," Andy said with a smile and Melanie mumbled something she thought sounded like hello. Deanne shot her a strange look and Melanie smiled at her weakly.

"Listen, Frank forgot to pick up a few things we need... like kerosene. Do you two mind keeping a watch out while we go out for a bit? You both have been here enough to know where everything is." Without waiting for an answer, Deanne turned to leave. Frank waved goodbye as Deanne took his arms and steered him towards the door. "The kids are over at friends' houses and are spending the night," Deanne called out. She turned at the door with a pleading look on her face. "Oh, and could you two please make the salad? I'm running a little behind. Everything you'll need is in the kitchen."

Silence descended across the yard as Deanne and Frank left through the house. Melanie stared awkwardly at the patio doors. Andy was the first to break the silence.

"Well, I suppose we have our orders. Shall we?"

Melanie quietly followed Andy into the kitchen, admiring the sway of her hips and ass as she moved. Andy began to pull out tomatoes, lettuce, and carrots, amongst other assorted salad vegetables. Melanie watched fascinated as Andy's slender hands began to pull the heads of lettuce apart as she kept up a steady stream of chatter.

"So are we going to pretend nothing happened?" Melanie blurted out interrupting Andy's lettuce monologue. Andy stopped and stared at the top of the chef's table.

"Melanie, I..." Andy paused before looking up to meet Melanie's eyes. "What I mean is, we are at my sister's house and I don't feel comfortable discussing it."

"Nor did you want to discuss it this morning at my house," Melanie said angrily. "You left me like I was a ten cent whore and meant nothing to you." 

Andy winced at the words and walked around the island table to rest her hands on Melanie's shoulders, never breaking eye contact.

"I'm sorry, Melanie. When I saw you standing there today, I felt... I can't explain it. After I left this morning, I regretted it because I missed you and... and I wanted to hold you and kiss away the hurt I caused you."

"Don't say these things if you don't intend to pursue this with me. You already have a hold over me that I can't explain and..." Andy quieted Melanie by pressing her lips against the darker woman's. Melanie could feel her body melt as she surrendered to the kiss. Andy's lips and tongue were wreaking havoc with her emotions, not to mention the gush of warmth and wetness that flooded her panties. She moaned against Andy's mouth as she swayed in Andy's arms.

Their kiss became more heated, almost savage as their tongues battled for dominance. Melanie caught Andy's tongue and began to suck on it lightly as she felt Andy moaning passionately into her mouth. Andy broke the kiss to suck and lick Melanie's neck, leaving a wet trail from one ear to the other. "I shouldn't have left you this morning," Andy said huskily, her hands caressing Melanie's stomach. "I missed you the second I walked out of the door."

"Andy," Melanie murmured as she unbuttoned and unzipped Andy's shorts. "Andy, I need you now." Andy responded with a passionate growl as she lifted Melanie up onto the chef's table. Melanie could hear all the vegetables and knives falling to the floor as Andy unbuttoned Melanie's pants and pulled them roughly down. She nipped and licked every inch of exposed flesh. Melanie could feel her pants dangling from one ankle as Andy spread her shapely legs and buried her tongue deep inside of her. Melanie cried out at the contact as the blood rushed immediately to her engorged clit. Andy began to suck on Melanie's sweet nub, running her tongue under the hood and over the tip.

"Andy, yes... I need you to fuck me, baby." Andy groaned at the words and climbed up onto the table with Melanie. Melanie pulled Andy's sweats off and quickly unsnapped the swim top, letting it fall. She took one luscious nipple into her mouth and sucked it hard as Andy spread Melanie's legs further apart and began to rub her finger over Melanie's slit, coating it in the sticky girl cream.

Without warning, Andy thrust two fingers deep inside Melanie causing the raven-haired woman to arch up off of the table in delirious pleasure. She cried out as Andy added a third and continued to pull her fingers out completely before thrusting them inside hard and deep. Andy straddled Melanie's leg as she held one of Melanie's hands down on the table, grinding her blazing pussy against Melanie's skin. Melanie could feel the heat and wetness through the material of Andy's shorts. Melanie began to twist and pinch her nipples as Andy pounded her with fierce abandon.

"Oh, yeah... fuck me..." Melanie whimpered, her eyes closed with the intensity of the orgasm building within her. She pulled Andy close to her, raking her nails down Andy's back as she bit her shoulder to hold back the scream of release as her orgasm erupted with volcanic force. Melanie could feel Andy's grinding on her leg increase in an erratic pace and then she was cumming in jerky thrusts, crying out Melanie's name. Their lips found each other's as they rode the wave of desire together. And that's when they heard the swinging kitchen door open and close.

"We got all the way to the store and Deanna realized that she had forgotten..." Frank's voice trailed off at the sight that greeted him. 

Melanie was lying almost nude on the table, her blue eyes glazed as she panted lustily. Andy was on top astride her thigh, her fingers buried deep inside Melanie's pussy, her firm breasts swelled with huge erect nipples that were begging to be sucked. Andy's blonde hair was plastered to her cheeks and neck with sweat and her other hand was holding Melanie's pinned to the table. Frank thought that he might not be able to continue to stand, and he could feel a bulge growing painfully in his pants. He managed to tear his eyes away from Melanie's pussy and cleared his throat.

"Don't mind me. I just need to grab..." Frank pointed to Deanne's purse and hurried over to the count to grab it. It finally dawned on him that Andy looked horrified... and scared.

"Frank, you are staring again," Melanie said huskily and Frank quickly averted his head with an apology.

"I can't wait to taste this salad. Oh and Andy," he added softly, "I won't say a word. To anyone. Relax and forget I ever dropped in." 

With that, he was gone and Melanie looked worriedly up at Andy who had been stock still the entire time he was in the kitchen. She was afraid that Andy would run again. To her surprise, Andy was smiling as she wiggled her fingers inside Melanie's tight pussy. 

Melanie jumped and moaned before laughingly swatting Andy's hand away. "You little nymph. I suppose we should finish our salad before they get back!"

"What we can salvage of it," Andy laughed, sliding her fingers slowly out of Melanie with a wet pop. She licked and sucked every drop of girl cum off of her fingers with a happy sigh. The sight made Melanie shiver and wish desperately that they were alone. She would love to return the favor and fuck Andy senseless.

"This is the best salad I've ever had," Frank said innocently as he forked another huge bite into his mouth. Andy kicked him under the patio table causing him to chuckle.

"Well, I don't understand how four heads of lettuce made such a small salad," Deanna said with a frown.

"Bad leafs," Andy and Melanie said in unison. Frank snorted back a laugh and began to choke much to Andy's delight.

"Oh, well, that explains it," Deanne said with a small nod. Frank finished his bout of choking and couldn't resist taking one last shot. 

"Isn't it odd how they call it a HEAD of lettuce, and also when you lay something on it it's called a BED of lettuce?"

Andy felt more relaxed than she had in a long time. It was easy to forget that she had to keep her new life a secret. Melanie was absolutely radiant this afternoon, and Andy couldn't wait to get her alone and whisper it in her ear as she kissed and licked the delicate curve of her neck, followed by... She was jerked back to reality as Deanne poked her in the side.

"Hmmm?"

"I just asked if you were seeing anyone. Maybe someone you could bring to the reunion next weekend to meet mom and dad?" Andy groaned loudly and rolled her eyes. "You know how mom is always bugging you about...




Hiding from Herself



"...finding a nice young man and settling down," Andy finished with her. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Frank trying to suppress a mirthful smile.

"Well, that doesn't answer my question. Are you seeing anyone?" Andy could feel three sets of eyes watching her intently. Her relaxed mood vanished as she panicked searched for an answer. She wasn't ready to answer questions about Melanie, nor was she comfortable coming out to her sister at just that moment. She didn't know if she would ever be able to do it.

"No," Andy said softly, "no, I'm not seeing anyone." Frank made a noise of disappointment and Andy could feel the hurt radiating from Melanie.

"Mom will hound you, you know. I don't understand it myself, actually. You are young, beautiful, intelligent, and alone. And it seems to be your choice."

"Deanne," Andy said with a sigh, "could we please drop it?" She swirled the ice cubes in her cup feeling trapped and strangely feeling like she would suffocate if she didn't get out of this conversation.

"I'm just warning you about mom. Which reminds me; Melanie, you are still coming next weekend, right?" It was Melanie's turn to stare around in a panic.

"Um, I don't know if that's such a good idea. I..."

"Nonsense. Don't let this talk about mom scare you. She just worries about Andy."

Andy stood abruptly and everyone looked up at her in surprise. "I need to go. I mean, I was planning to go to the club tonight and watch Amanda's band play. Deanne, are you still coming with me?"

"No, Frank and I want to take advantage of having the house to ourselves." Deanne gave her husband a sexy smile that had him choking again. "Why don't you take Melanie? You guys will have a blast!"

"I don't have anything to wear out to a club!" Melanie protested. "And besides, tomorrow is a busy work day for me." Andy felt a twinge of hurt in her heart, but she knew Melanie probably didn't want to be anywhere near her right now.

You can borrow something of mine, and you don't have to stay out all night," Deanne said, rising and dragging Melanie to her feet. Melanie had no choice but to follow protesting and with a look of fear in her eyes. 

"Andy," Frank began when the two had disappeared into the house, but Andy held up a hand to silence him. He sighed as she walked away. He couldn't help but think of the past that had her tied in knots.

Andy walked into the spare bedroom where she kept her change of clothes and collapsed on the bed. She didn't want to think right now, she decided. She didn't want to reason and sort out excuses. She sat up, grabbed her clothes, and began to quietly get dressed. Standing in front of a full-length mirror she admired her outfit. Low slung, black leather pants caressed every curve of dip of her long legs. Her breasts swelled against a tight desert cami midriff tank top. She could see the four-point piercing of her belly button shining in the light and the red string that crept out of her pants and arched tantalizingly over her hips. Her hair was hanging loose and free over her shoulders and down her back. Bending, she quickly pulled on her Doc Martins and tied them securely. She quickly threw on her Italian leather short trench coat before exiting into the hallway.

Melanie and Deanne were coming out of the master bedroom and Andy and Melanie stopped dead in their tracks as they saw one another. Andy felt a purely sexual thrill race through her body at the sight of her lover clad in a tight red body dress. It began mid-thigh and stopped just above her breasts threatening to spill the glorious globes. The material clung lovingly to every curve and swell of Melanie's body accentuating her olive skin and electric blue eyes. Her black hair was pulled up, and her feet encased in red high heels. Blood red lipstick glistened on her lips that wordlessly begged to be kissed and used mercilessly. Andy felt weak in the knees as she watched Melanie walk towards her, fascinated by the way she moved.

"You look... incredible," Andy said, her voice husky. She felt so lightheaded and drunk, she thought she might have even slurred her words. Realizing that she was staring with her mouth open, Andy tried to recover. "Deanna you've been holding out on me. Where did you get that dress?"

"There are many things about me you don't know," Deanne said mysteriously and Andy smiled at the irony of the statement. 

They managed to make it outside. Andy felt like she was going to the prom with all the fuss Deanne was making over Melanie's dress. She slung her leg over the Harley and gunned the engine to life. She helped Melanie onto the bike behind her and bit her lip at the contact of the other woman's legs. She could feel the heat radiating from Melanie in waves, and Andy clasped her helmet quickly over her head and pulled the visor down before her face gave away her lust. Melanie's arms encircled her waist causing Andy to nearly swoon as lust flared brightly in her. With a last wave to Deanne and Frank, she left with a roar loving the feel of Melanie clinging to her.

The ride was a lesson in sexual tension. At every red light and stop sign, Andy would look at Melanie's bare calf and thighs wrapped around her as the big engine vibrated beneath them. She could feel Melanie's fantastic breasts pressed into her back and when Melanie leaned forward to see over her shoulder, Andy could barely suppress the urge to fuck her there on the street.

They pulled into the parking lot and Andy seriously considered pulling back out and heading straight for the nearest hotel. Without speaking, they entered the club and the music pulsed around them like a lover's hand. Melanie took her hand and led her to the dance floor where they began to sensuously move their bodies together. They hadn't spoken a word since dinner, and Andy was consumed with her need for Melanie.

However, she eventually began to crash back to earth and the anxiety she always carried around locked into her. Andy looked around her worriedly and saw other women dancing together, but she still backed carefully away from Melanie. Melanie's eyes flared with anger, and she turned her back on Andy. Immediately a guy was in front of Melanie more than happy to dance with her. Andy was about to grab her when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned angrily around ready to knock out whoever had grabbed her. 

"Andy!" her friend Amanda said with a smile and a quick hug.

"Amanda, this isn't a good time," Andy yelled over the music.

"Do you still play?"

"What?" Amanda leaned forward and repeated her question in Andy's ear.

"Justin broke his finger and we are desperate." It suddenly dawned on Andy what Amanda was asking of her. Amanda was in a band called The Big Bang, and Josh their lead guitarist had broken his finger. Amanda wanted Andy to take his place.

"Oh no, no, no," Andy yelled over the music. The club had a live band every Sunday night and tonight The Big Bang was it.

"This is our first real gig. If we blow this we are screwed," Amanda pleaded. Andy looked for Melanie in the crowd but she couldn't see her anywhere. Then the crowd parted and she could see her dancing in the center of a bunch of guys. Andy could feel something inside herself snap at the sight. She realized that at this moment she didn't give a fuck what anyone thought of her.

"I'll do it," Andy growled, grabbing her friend's arm and propelling her through the crowd towards the stage. Amanda led her into the back where the music was somewhat quieter.

"Wow, you look hot, Andy. I'm so glad that you're here tonight. I don't know what I would have done without you." Andy barely heard her over the blood pounding in her ears. She could feel a simmering rage just below the surface of her emotions that kept threatening to spill over.

"I wouldn't have missed your band playing," Andy said to Amanda eliciting a smile from the smaller woman.

"You know all of our songs, right?" Andy nodded. She and Josh had dated off and on for quite some time. He was the one who had informed her that she was the epitome of the virginal ice queen. Amanda had been her best friend since high school. Andy could hear something once and be able to play it better than the other person. It was her one true gift and talent. "Cool, we are on in a couple of minutes."

Josh suddenly appeared in front of Andy with a rueful smile. Andy tried to pull together some manners out of the black hole that she was in.

"What happened to your fingers, Josh?"

"Finger." He wiggled the offending appendage and its bright white cast accusingly. "Fucking amp fell on my fingers and crushed one. I'm so glad you were here tonight. I wouldn't trust just anyone else to do this." Andy actually felt a ghost of smile on her lips at the compliment.

"I just hope that I can be as good as you. And, I wouldn't have missed this for the world." Josh smiled and handed over his prized possession, a baby blue Fender with pearl inlay. The tuning pegs were polished to a bright shine. Andy carefully slung it over her shoulder.

"Take care of her," Josh intoned and Andy nodded solemnly. She could hear the band being announced to the screaming crowd. Andy could feel a case of stage fright beginning to creep over her, but the image of Melanie dancing amidst all those gawking men flooded her with newfound anger dissipating the butterflies in her stomach.

Andy followed the band onto the stage and as she began to play, she poured all of her anger, hurt, and confusion into her music. She was oblivious to the crowd that surged towards her dancing for her. Andy couldn't know how she looked as she played, her blond hair falling around her like a blond halo, her greens eyes burning wildly from some inner fire. She looked like lust made incarnate as her talented hands blazed through the music, caressing the guitar strings with carefully controlled energy.

Andy was in a fog when the set ended. She was drenched with sweat, her body glistening in the stage lights. The people reaching for the stage, for her, shocked her and she stepped back as though awakening from a dream. They were screaming for more. Amanda appeared, her eyes bright with triumph.

"Andy, one more. Let's do your song."

"No. No way, Amanda."

"C'mon, Andy, for old time's sake." Andy thought of the words to her song and could feel something insider her wanting to voice them. She had written that song when she was a teenager, when she was first battling these feelings she was lost in.

"OK, let's do it." Amanda hugged her and ran to pick up her bass. She was also lead vocals, but Andy always sang her own song. "Give it up for the lead guitarist, Andy!" Andy was amazed at the deafening roar from the crowd. "She's going to give you a real treat tonight and sing her song 'Pieces'."

Andy launched into the music, losing herself once more. The words welled up and out of her soul and she sang them with a passion that vibrated from her and swept the crowd.

They don't understand the riddle How life falls like a puzzle In between the glue I stumble Searching for the pieces In twilights eye I crumble My mind shattered and humbled If I confessed my darkest secret You are the pieces, the pieces of me

Andy couldn't stop herself, she had to express what she was feeling. As the chorus came around, Andy closed her eyes and sang.

There is no turning back from this road I've entered the time of me Where in the twilight's eye I crumble My mind shattered and humbled If I confessed my darkest secrets Melanie, you are the missing pieces of me

Andy finished the chord and walked off the stage to a chorus of screams and people chanting her name. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears and she was amazed at what she had just done. Josh waited quietly in the wings. Silently he accepted his guitar. Amanda and the rest of the band ran off stage, their laughter cutting the tense silence. They hugged and kissed one another triumphantly.

"Andy!" Amanda squealed, trapping her in a huge hug. "You were awesome! I've always said that you were a natural rock star! Too bad you listened to your mother and went to law school." Andy grabbed a bottle of water that was piled on a cart for the band and guzzled it down.

"Amanda, that was awesome. Thanks for letting me do it with you guys. I've got to run now."

"Are you kidding me? There was no one else we trusted. Isn't that right, Josh?" Josh looked at Andy, his eyes unreadable.

"Trust? Right. Even though it doesn't seem as if that trust is reciprocated." He leaned forward and whispered for her ears alone. "I thought I knew you."

Andy answered him with all the pent up anguish she felt coating her words. "I don't even know myself, so how could you?" Josh walked away, leaving Amanda standing there open mouthed. Andy felt the urge to follow him and talk to him, but she could see a girl in a red dress waiting for her.

"Amanda, I need to run. I'll call you later." Andy hopped off the stage and went slowly towards Melanie who watched her wordlessly. Andy reached forward and took Melanie's hand oblivious to the people around them. Melanie pulled her close and Andy didn't resist. Her mouth was dry as she followed Melanie to the doors and out into the night air. Andy noticed Melanie shiver in the night air and quickly gave her the trench coat to wear. She straddled her bike and brought it roaring into life before helping Melanie on behind her. This time she did groan at the contact as Melanie's legs wrapped around her hips before falling gently away. She could feel the heat of Melanie's sex as she pressed close into Andy, and her arms encircled Andy's waist, her fingertips caressing the bare skin exposed by Andy's short top. Andy could feel her temperature rise and she quickly clapped on her helmet and kicked the bike into first before roaring off into the night.

She didn't remember the drive at all, just the feel of Melanie's hands and breath on her bare skin. Andy drove like a bat out of hell, anxious to reach her house and feel those wonderful hands all over her. She could feel Melanie's hot breath panting in her ear and she knew the other woman was feeling and thinking the same way. She roared into her driveway and quickly parked her bike. She took her helmet off, letting her blonde hair fall around her shoulders as she helped Melanie off. She pulled Melanie close as she put her key in the lock and turned. The door opened and they nearly tumbled into the darkened foyer.

The door hadn't finished closing before Andy drew Melanie into her arms and began to kiss her slowly and tenderly, barely containing the passion that raged in her blood. Her mind screamed to ravish the beautiful dark haired woman, but Andy needed to express the way her heart felt when she was around Melanie. She kissed along the lines of Melanie's jaw, nibbling and licking as she went. Her hands slid under the trench coat and dragged it slowly down Melanie's arms before letting the expensive leather crumple to the floor.

Melanie sighed and pressed closer, her pouty lips finding Andy's in the darkness. She thrust her tongue inside Andy's mouth and began to slowly tongue fuck her lips. Andy moaned deep in her throat as she pushed the dress down and off of Melanie's luscious breasts. She was literally panting with lust as her eyes feasted on the bare skin. She quickly lowered her mouth to taste the soft skin. She licked the under swelling of each breast before she sucked hard on each perfect nipple, letting her teeth scrape across the taut nubs. She could hear Melanie sigh almost impatiently. Andy looked at her questioningly and Melanie answered by grabbing her hand and sliding in under the hem of her skirt to the apex of her thighs where Andy was greeted by her slick, ready pussy.

Andy nearly lost her balance as her fingers grazed over Melanie's dripping sex that had been naked and waiting for her all night. Andy growled in the back of her throat as she pushed the other woman into the wall and spread her legs with her own knee. Melanie's arms wrapped around Andy's neck as Andy quickly slid two fingers deep inside the tight confines of her puss. Melanie moaned loudly as she met each of Andy's thrusts. She leaned forward to lick and nip Andy's shoulder as Andy began a fast, deep, steady rhythm in her hungry sex.

Andy grabbed Melanie's leg with her other hand and wrapped it around her waist before putting her palm on the wall to support their weight. Melanie was arching into her, meeting each thrust from her questing fingers with wild abandon. Andy licked and sucked Melanie's neck, feeling her throbbing pulse beneath her tongue go crazy as she added a third finger and increased the tempo. She rubbed her palm into Melanie's clitoris sending the other woman bucking against her. She could feel Melanie's tight pussy clutch at her fingers before opening in an orgasmic bloom. Her pussy sucked and convulsed around Andy's fingers as Melanie threw her head back and screamed wordlessly. Andy was fueled by lust more intense than anything she had ever felt. She thrust deeper inside of Melanie and began to stroke her g-spot hard and fast as she whispered Melanie's name against her shoulder, urging her to cum again. Andy could feel the other woman's cum dripping over her wrist and down her arm. Andy pinned her to the wall making her cum again and again until Melanie pleaded for mercy. Andy slowly took her fingers out with a wet slurp, resting her head on Melanie's shoulder. She slowly slid the thin scrap of material that was bunched at Melanie's waist over the other woman's hips and to the floor. Andy stepped back and admired the look of Melanie naked and clad only in red high heels.

"Andy," Melanie whispered huskily in the darkness. She stood shakily away from the wall before pulling Andy closer. "Take me to your bedroom."

Andy led her up the stairs, their hands tightly locked together. She entered her darkened bedroom and turned to face Melanie.

Melanie could make out the dim outline of a bed. She walked Andy backwards towards it. As Andy's knees hit the edge, she sat down abruptly. Melanie knelt in front of her and quickly took off her shoes and socks. She pushed Andy flat on the bed before unbuttoning the tight leather pants. They both giggled as Melanie struggled to pull them over Andy's hips and down her thighs. Laughter quickly turned into low moans as the pants found their way to a heap on the floor.

Melanie leaned forward and pressed her nose and mouth against the thin scrap of fabric covering Andy's delicious puss. She could feel an answering shudder ripple through Andy's body as she tongued the wet material, her hot tongue pushing the fabric into Andy's hungry pussy. Melanie quickly pulled down the other woman's panties revealing the shaved pussy to hungry mouth and hands. 

"So beautiful," Melanie murmured as she leaned forward to quickly lap at the honey glistening on Andy's nether lips in the moonlight. Andy hissed sharply at the contact, her hips rising off the bed to meet Melanie's mouth. "Mmmm. Tasty, too."

Melanie grabbed Andy's hand and pulled her to a sitting position. She quickly pulled her tank over her head. Melanie wanted her naked, needed her lover to be completely bared to her. Melanie gazed lustfully at Andy's nipples. The whole time she had watched Andy play, she had been fascinated at the gentle motion of Andy's breasts and the nipples that pressed into the thin fabric. She took one nipple between her teeth rubbing her tongue over the edge and licking it hard and rough. Andy gasped, her hands running through Melanie's hair.

Melanie could feel the same urgency between them that had overtaken them downstairs as Andy pushed her head down and lifted her hips off the bed. Melanie moaned at the blatant demand and with the flat of her hand pushed Andy down into a lying position. She lifted Andy's legs and pushed them up flat against her chest exposing everything to Melanie. Andy was panting, pleading wordlessly as Melanie licked a circle over her pelvis and across her thighs. She nearly screamed when Melanie's tongue brushed across her nether lips before proceeding lower to dip into her puckered anus. Andy had never been kissed like this, especially not by another woman, and the sensation of Melanie's lips and tongue circling her anus made her shudder with desire. Melanie continued to tongue and lick the forbidden flower before slowly pushing her tongue inside. Andy grabbed her knees and held them tightly to her chest, releasing Melanie's hands.




Hiding from Herself



Melanie followed her tongue with her fingers. She pushed one inside Andy's ass to the first knuckle. When Andy flinched at the delicious pain, Melanie quickly began to lick Andy's clit in long, hard swipes. Andy began to rock against Melanie's mouth and hands, moaning her pleasure as Melanie thrust two more fingers deep inside Andy's pulsing pussy. Andy felt stuffed, filled, as her body began to crash into Melanie, thrusting and rocking, unable to control her movements. She was focused on Melanie's tongue circling and lapping at her and when Melanie settled in to lick the spot she knew drove Andy crazy, Andy screamed at the pleasure running amok through her body. It was too much for Andy - being fucked in both holes and getting a great pussy licking from a gorgeous woman. She came with an earth shattering orgasm, her cries loud in the dark room. Melanie's mouth and fingers didn't slow as she sensed another orgasm building quickly in the blond woman writhing beneath. She began to fuck her hard and fast as she sucked softly and slowly on Andy's clit. Melanie moaned into Andy's pussy, her muffled sounds mixing with the pants and moans from above her. As she stepped over a cliff to orgasm Andy cried out.

"Melanie, I'm cumming for you, baby. I love you." Melanie was so shocked she nearly stopped what she was doing. She didn't think Andy had the least idea what she had just said in the throes of passion. She knew from Andy's body language that she was spent and Melanie crawled up to kiss her and share the tastes of her. She pulled her fingers out of Andy, instantly missing the tight warmth of her. She sucked the cum off her fingers as Andy mumbled something unintelligible and slipped into sleep.

Melanie found a blanket at the end of the bed and after turning Andy onto the bed she crawled in beside her and lay her head on Andy's out flung arm, her own arm possessively twining around Andy's chest to cup her breast. Melanie closed her eyes and quickly slipped into sleep, Andy's words dancing around in her head.

Melanie awoke with a start. At first she couldn't place her surroundings, but the soft woman under her arm moved and last night came back to her in a flash. She smiled, stretching like a cat and enjoying the sensation of waking to a beautiful bare bottom pressed against her and the sun on her face. Wait, sun on her face?

Melanie bolted upright with a start, searching frantically for a clock. Andy's bedside clock read 9:07. Melanie groaned. She had a meeting this morning that had begun exactly seven minutes ago. In the heat of last night's passion, neither of them had thought of practicalities like setting the alarm.

"Andy, darling, rise and shine," Melanie murmured into her lover's ear. Andy smiled sweetly in her sleep, and Melanie wished that she could call in a sick day. She leaned over Andy to grab the petite, black phone sitting beside the smug alarm clock. She quickly dialed and the phone was answered on the first ring. Melanie was relieved to hear Frank's voice on the other end.

"Frank, I'm glad to hear your voice this morning. Listen, I've, um, had car trouble this morning, and I'm running late."

"Car trouble. Wow. That must be some kind of psychic powers you have there considering your car was blocking me in my own driveway this morning. AND the caller ID just now registered a certain sister's house," he said teasingly. Melanie laughed unable to contain her mischievous giggles.

"I'm really sorry. Things happened, and we ended up unable to set the alarm."

"I can only recall those days with fondness. Listen, get here as soon as you can, but don't worry about Mr. Harrison. I have personally been seeing to him, and he is happy to be receiving free legal advice while he waits for you. I assured him that he wouldn't be billed for the time you aren't here."

"Yes, you definitely know how to suck up to Harrison. You're a lifesaver, Frank. Now, if only I can wake up sleeping beauty here."

"You owe me one, Melly-Mel."

Melanie managed to wake Andy by kissing her until she was giggling breathlessly and insisting she were already awake. When Melanie relayed the time, Andy popped out of bed with a groan, and the women were a flurry of laughing activity as they quickly dressed and groomed for work. Andy dropped Melanie off in front of her house where she called a cab and quickly changed, having showered at Andy's. She finished just as the cab pulling into her drive.

The day passed quickly, and Melanie was surprised when Frank stopped by her office at one and asked if she'd like to have lunch together. They walked across the street to Gino's where Melanie ordered a slice of deep-dish spinach. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation reminding her that she hadn't eaten in almost a day.

They chatted happily for some time before the conversation took the turn Melanie knew it would eventually go.

"So, you and Andy worked things out last night?"

"Technically, no," Melanie said lightly, and Frank looked at her in puzzlement.

"Technically?"

"She played with her friends' band at the club last night," Melanie said in an effort to change the conversation.

"Oh, yes," Frank looked pleased at the tidbit. "She always could play like a devil and sing like an angel. It's too bad."

"What's too bad?" Melanie asked, unable to resist the bait.

"Her parents. They have always been so hard on Andy. There are three girls; they have an older sister Beverly. She's a real hard-ass. Andy's father doted on her. Well, she was the tomboy of the group and the youngest. And you should have seen her when she was little; she made cherubim look bland."

"So she was a daddy's girl, related to him more than the women in the house?"

"Yes. Well, I have dated Deanne since we were sixteen so I've known Andy from the time she was twelve. Bev was twenty at the time. Anyway, it was like Andy had two nagging mothers. She was a good girl, always lived up to her mother's expectations and wishes. That is until she joined a band. You would have thought she'd become a fanatical zealot waging holy Jihad." 

"So that's where her strict ideas come from about what she should and shouldn't be, do, etc. But I still don't understand why she never rebelled and broke free. From what I can tell, she's very hardheaded and capable of being her own person."

Frank sighed, looking Melanie in the eye for a long while before seemingly coming to a decision.

"Do you care about Andy, Melanie?" Melanie's eyes widened and she nearly choked on her tea.

"Pardon me?" she asked in a strangled voice.

"I want to tell you some personal things about Andy that would help explain her, but I don't want to share intimate details of her life with someone who isn't going to stay."

"Oh," Melanie said breathlessly. "I do... care for her. I have a hard time expressing some... Things, but I do."

"Ok." Frank carefully wiped his mouth with his napkin before continuing. "As you have probably guessed, Andy has always been attracted to women. Hell, I think I figured it out before she did, though. Anyway, she was a rebellious sort always defying her mother and sister when it came to personal decisions about herself. They constantly told her that one day there would be serious consequences. Well, when Andy was a junior in high school, she met a girl."

Melanie's eyes widened. She was entranced by Frank's story and leaned forward to catch every word. He lowered his voice so no one passing could overhear.

"Unfortunately that girl was her English teacher. She was fresh out of college and completely smitten with Andy. Funny thing is, when Andy had Katherine in her life, she settled right down; did everything anyone asked of her. She was happy." Melanie was surprised to see Frank's eyes water. He cleared his throat with an embarrassed smile.

"Well, the two of them met one night; the first and only night they had ever seen one another outside of school. It was just horrible luck that as Katherine dropped Andy off at the corner of her block, she kissed her and a group of kids from school happened to be out that late and drove by." Melanie didn't realize that she had made a sympathetic noise until Frank patted her hand. Melanie could feel her heart breaking for the young lovers. She could guess where this story was heading. 

"As you can imagine, it was all over school by Monday. Andy was shunned, but I don't think that really bothered her as much as Katherine's absence. She went from being the girl everyone wanted to be friends with, to nothing but all she cared about was her lover. As for Katherine, first thing Monday morning the school was flooded with parents calling threatening to sue if she weren't fired. Andy's parents were called in, and, it was just a mess."

"Oh my god," Melanie whispered hoarsely.

"Andy was taken out of school to finish the year at home. Katherine was dismissed and everyone knew she was ruined. Andy was forbidden to see her. Her mother had a breakdown, although from what I don't know. I think it was to create more guilt, which it did. But you know what hurt Andy the most?"

"What?" Melanie asked quickly.

"She broke her father's heart. They haven't been the same since. Andy told me once when she had had one too many to drink that losing her father's love was like losing most of herself."

"And Deanne? How did she react?" Frank sighed sadly and tossed his napkin onto his plate.

"She supported her mother and sister. I don't know why it bothered her so much to learn that Andy was in love with a woman. I think that family is so caught up on appearances that they care for little else. Especially people."

"I didn't think and have never thought that Deanne was pretentious."

"Oh, no, she isn't at all. But when it comes to her family, she is a mama's girl," he said with a smile.

"Aha, that makes sense," Melanie said wryly. She had dated girls who had wanted to be with her but couldn't pull themselves off mama's nursing strings.

"So now you know. Andy felt so guilty about what happened to everyone else, especially Katherine. I think in some way she feels it was the serious consequences that she was always warned about. And you know, it might just be, but not in the guilt trip she puts on herself."

"That makes sense," Melanie said as she looked out the window lost in thought. Her heart ached for that young Andy.

"Well, my dear, lunch is officially over now. Shall we away to the grind?" Melanie laughed in spite of herself as Frank stood and bowed to her with an exaggerated flourish.

As they made their way laughingly across the street back towards their office, Deanne called and Frank's secretary answered, secretly pleased at the number displayed on the caller ID.

"Frank Long's office."

"Matilda, it's Deanne. How are you today?" Matilda let the silence linger longer than necessary before answering in a guarded voice.

"Not very well, dear."

"What's wrong? Is Frank alright?" Deanne asked, her voice filled with concern. Matilda felt sorry for the poor thing. She was so good and sweet and her husband having lunch with that harlot.

"Oh, Frank is alright. It's nothing I should concern you with."

"You know I will listen as long as you need me."

"Well, dear, I saw two junior partners having a cozy lunch. Their heads were so close together a sheet of paper couldn't have passed between them. And talking so quiet, you couldn't have stood right beside them and heard a word of their conversation."

"I see," Deanne said, her voice sounding exasperated and relieved.

"He's married," Matilda said indignantly, wondering how Deanne would feel if she knew it was HER husband having that cozy lunch.

"What a shame," Deanne said, wondering how of Frank's associates was cheating on his wife.

"It's not right how that girl dresses. She is always teasing these poor men, and now she has taken one beyond the limits of decency. Someone should complain about Melanie."

"Matilda, Melanie is a good friend of mine, and I seriously doubt that she is having an affair with a married man," Deanne said indignantly, her tone insisting that she was finished with the conversation.

"Hmm," was all Matilda answered as Frank and Melanie walked in laughing together. "Frank just walked in, dear, he's just returned from lunch. With Melanie." At Deanne's gasp, Matilda barely kept herself from nodding in satisfaction.

Melanie could barely stand waiting until Wednesday night to see Andy again. They had talked on the phone Monday and Tuesday well into the night, and Melanie kept replaying last night's phone conversation in her head.

"So what are you up to tonight?" Andy asked.

"Me? Just thinking about how much I wish you were here right now," Melanie wrapped a delicate finger through her hair and twirled.

"Oh? And if I were?" Andy's voice sounded so sensual and seductive, Melanie shivered with a delicious tremor of lust.

"I don't think we would be having a conversation that involved so many words," Melanie answered huskily. "But it would definitely be a meeting of the minds."

"That sounds very promising," Andy whispered, and Melanie's eyes closed in the darkness of her room as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of her pink panties. "Tell me more about this meeting." A small moan escaped Melanie's mouth as her middle finger began to swirl slow circles around her hardening clit. She dipped her finger into the copious fluids dribbling out of her aching hole, wetting the digit thoroughly before continuing to draw slow, tight circles around her nub.

"I wish I could show you, but words will have to do for now," Melanie gasped, her voice thick with desire. She proceeded to explain in great detail all the ways she would make love to Andy's delectable body. Melanie had felt an almost animalistic passion rip through her at the sounds of Andy's moans and muffled orgasm. Melanie could feel a powerful release tear through her own body as Andy whispered her name.

"Penny for your thoughts," Frank said over her shoulder, causing Melanie to jump. He grinned down at her reddening face. "Or do you need my credit card number?" Melanie playfully punched him the arm, and with a mighty effort put Andy out of the forefront of her thoughts so that she could get her work done and leave!

Melanie showered and dressed in black slacks and mock neck, sleeveless shirt. She pulled on a russet brown suede jacket and stepped back to admire her reflection. She thought she looked like a porcelain doll, except for the lusty fire shining out of her sapphire blue eyes. She slipped silver hoops through her ears and went through thirty minutes of trying to find the right pair of shoes to accentuate her outfit and her mood. It came down to a pair of low sling back black heels and pair of square heeled Milanos with a squared toe. She decided on the Milanos and smiled at her reflection. She couldn't help but smirk at the image grinning back at her. Dabbing on some Glow, she grabbed a tiny purse and headed out the door.

Melanie couldn't wait to see Andy, and when the blond opened the door, Melanie nearly melted into the floor. Andy was dressed in a strapless white dress that hugged and lovingly caressed every curve. The taller woman smiled widely at Melanie as she closed and locked the door behind her.

Melanie couldn't remember getting into the car and driving. She could only guess what came out of her mouth for conversation. When they arrived at Melanie's favorite Japanese restaurant, Andy was looking at her with some concern.

"Melanie, are you alright?" The husky voice sent shivers down Melanie's spine, and she had to close her eyes to try and regain some sort of composure.

"I'm fine. It's just that being here with you is making it very difficult to... what I mean is...." 

"I don't understand," Andy's voice sounded confused and slightly hurt. "Are you saying that you don't want to be here with me?"

"Yes, no, I mean... dammit," Melanie smiled bashfully at Andy. "I don't want to be at this restaurant with you. I want to be in bed with you."

Andy laughed and playfully caressed Melanie's cheek. "I know what you mean. I haven't been able to think of much else since I saw you standing on my front stoop." Melanie felt a lump of desire settle firmly between her legs and knew she wouldn't make it through dinner without a little taste.

Leaning in closer to Andy, Melanie scanned the parking lot carefully. She had parked on the backside of the building and saw no one moving about. Andy giggled as Melanie's eyes found hers in the near darkness.

"And just what are you doing?" Andy asked, her breath beginning to come quicker as Melanie slid her hand slowly up Andy's thigh, her fingertips stroking her inner thigh with feather-light touches.

"I just need a taste," Melanie said, barely recognizing her own voice it was so deep with desire. "I need you now," Melanie pleaded as her fingers curled over the lacy tops of Andy's thigh highs and slid upwards to slip under the band of Andy's silken thong.

The low moan Andy gave was all the encouragement Melanie needed. Her sapphire eyes were glued to Andy's jade ones as she pulled the other woman's panties aside and entered her slowly, deeply. Andy gasped and reached out to clutch Melanie's forearm, feeling the muscles flexing and relaxing as Melanie began to make love to her smoothly, her fingers sliding deeper with each thrust.

Melanie felt an animalistic pleasure course through her as Andy moaned her name. She could feel the wet pussy around her fingers beginning to swell and tighten. With a little maneuvering she was able to flick Andy's clit with her thumb. Andy cried out, burying her face against Melanie's shoulder and nipping lightly. Melanie was almost impatient to hear, feel, and smell her lover cum. She growled low in her throat, her actions frenzied. She barely felt Andy's hands slip under her shirt as Andy grabbed hold of her back, her nails scratching lightly. Andy was incoherent as she came with explosive force. Her legs were opened wide, one foot on the dash, her head pressed back against the window as she cried out.

Melanie slowly withdrew her fingers and licked the girl cum off her fingers, sucking the delicious wetness off every inch. She lovingly eyed Andy's pussy, wanting to lick the glistening wetness off each lip and from the lovely smooth thighs opened for her. Andy quickly snapped her legs shut with a small, breathless laugh.

"You are supposed to buy me dinner FIRST, you know," Andy said with a small chuckle as she quickly straightened her dress. Melanie laughed and pulled Andy's face to her for a slow, languid kiss.

"That was just to let you know what is going to happen after dinner. Dinner is just an appetizer to the meal I intend to eat tonight." She watched Andy flush from her words and smiled sexily.

"If you keep talking to me like that we may never leave this car," Andy moaned, her eyes gazing lustfully into Melanie's. Dinner was saved, however, by a car that pulled in beside them. Laughing, they got out and went inside.

Melanie spent the evening in a warm glow. She and Andy laughed and talked well into the evening. After a small battle over who would pick up the check, they walked to Melanie's car arm in arm. As Melanie started the engine, Andy placed a warm palm on her thigh. Melanie felt the electric current through the material of her pants as it raced to the pit of her stomach and turned into a tight ball of need.

"Your place or mine?" Andy asked softly, and they both laughed quietly.

"Stay at my place tonight," Melanie said huskily, barely able to concentrate on putting the car into reverse to back out of their stall. 

"I was thinking," Andy said almost timidly, "that you should bring some things over so that when you stay with me, you won't have to rush off in the morning." Andy's voice trailed off into a barely discernible whisper. Melanie turned and smiled at her reassuringly. Inside she was shocked and delighted at the unexpected turn of events.




Hiding from Herself



"And, I think you should do the same. Tomorrow we can exchange some spaces in our closets, if you want." Andy's smile nearly put the stars to shame as she beamed at Melanie.

They chatted as Melanie hurried to her house; neither really interested in the conversation as their eyes snuck peeks as breasts and thighs. Melanie could feel a small hum in her groin growing and nearly shouted in relief as she pulled into her driveway and parked.

At the door, their eyes met and Melanie realized that Andy was smiling as foolishly as she was. She unlocked the door and they both went inside, neither saying anything.

"Would you like a drink?" Melanie asked as she headed into the main room towards the oak bar.

"Just a vodka tonic, please," Andy said, settling into the huge brown leather sofa. Melanie smiled as she fixed two of the requested drinks before hurrying over. She sat beside Andy on the sofa, curling a leg underneath herself as she turned to face her.

"Tell me more about you," Melanie said. Andy laughed nervously.

"I think you already know the important things. What else do you want to know?"

"Ok, then, question and answer time." Melanie thought for a few moments. "What's your sign?" Andy burst into laughter and Melanie giggled.

"I am a Gemini. You?"

"Gemini, hey? That explains so much." She laughed at Andy's mock anger. "I am a Pisces," Melanie said. Melanie took a sip of her drink before asking, "Where did you go to college?"

"Wesleyan. Oh my god, Melanie, you've got the same perverted look on your face that men get when I let them know that I went to an all women's school." Melanie laughed, her cheeks reddening. "Then law school at Cornell. Where did you attend?"

"I went to Harvard." They both smiled at one another. Melanie quickly thought of more questions and fired them off rapidly.

"What is your favorite color?"

"Green. You?"

"Brown. What is your favorite food?"

"Italian. What is yours? And keep it clean," Andy said with a laugh as Melanie leered lecherously at her.

"OK, then, Chinese, although Italian is a close favorite."

"As is Chinese for me," Andy conceded.

Melanie carefully contemplated her next question, then decided against it. She didn't really know if she was ready emotionally to know whether Andy meant it the other night when she said that she loved her.

"You've become so quiet," Andy said softly, and Melanie looked up with a smile.

"Just thinking of everything I want to know about you and there is so much!" Andy took Melanie's hands into her own and looking deeply, and Melanie knew, lovingly into her eyes. 

"I hope we have a chance to ask all of our questions." She swallowed her drink in one last mouthful before putting the cup down and turning back to Melanie. "Now, take me upstairs, woman, and let me ravish you before I explode." 

"One last question," Melanie said with a giggle. "So you think I'll survive your family reunion this weekend?" Andy laughed. 

"I don't know if I'll even survive it!" Andy said. 

The rest of the week passed in a blur. Melanie had unexpected business come up and had to leave town until Friday and had to postpone the exchanging of the closet spaces. They spoke every night on the phone, their conversations becoming more intimate and comfortable. Melanie found that she smiled nonstop and when she returned on Friday, Frank threatened to call NASA and report an alien abduction unless the real Melanie was returned soon.

Saturday arrived with a jangle of nerves. Deanne called Melanie first thing to be certain that she would be there. Melanie was still fussing over what to wear as Andy paced in exasperation in her front room. With admonishments about what being late meant, Andy communicated with Melanie through the door. She didn't trust herself to be near her half naked lover and not touch her, so if she went in, it would only make them even more late. 

Soon everyone was gathered at Frank and Deanne's and everyone appeared to be thoroughly enjoying themselves. Melanie couldn't understand why Deanne seemed so recalcitrant, though, and she took Frank aside to ask him about it.

"Frank, is Deanne alright? Did you two have a fight?"

"No," Frank said, casting a worried glance over to Deanne who was watching them expressionlessly. He waved and smiled and she looked coldly away. "She's been like this all week. At first I thought it was the stress of having the reunion here, but now I think that there is more to it."

"Have you talked with her about it?" Melanie asked worriedly as she watched Deanne toss back a glass of wine and quickly pour another.

"She won't talk to me," Frank said miserably. "She can barely bring herself to look at me. I swear, Melanie, I didn't do anything. Maybe she'll talk to you?" Frank said hopefully as he grabbed Melanie hand and squeezed it. "Please? I just want to know what I can do to make it better." Melanie hugged him and promised that she would talk to Deanne as soon as she had a chance.

Before she could make it over to where Deanne sat glowering, Andy caught up with Melanie and locked arms with her. Melanie laughed and protested half heartedly as Andy whisked her around the yard, making introductions. There were so many family and friends present that Melanie knew she would never remember all of their names. She was relieved when they reached the last person aside from Andy's parents. Melanie hadn't as of yet had the pleasure of meeting them and she was dreading it.

"Aunt Trish, this is a friend of mine, and Deanne and Frank," she added quickly. "Melanie works with Frank at the law office. She's also a junior partner," Andy said, and Melanie couldn't help but note the pride in her voice.

"Another lawyer. Just what this family needs," Trish said with a smile. "Are you enjoying yourself, dear?" Melanie instantly liked the older woman. Her poise and grace were evident in every movement and every word from her mouth. Plus, she always loved forthrightness.

"Yes, I am, thank you."

"Then you obviously haven't eaten one of Frank's so called hamburgers yet," Trish said with a sly smile. "He turns them into charcoal and calls it food." Melanie laughed in spite of herself.

"No, I haven't had that pleasure yet," Melanie said mirthfully.

"It's a dubious pleasure, trust me," Trish said as she looked over Andy's shoulder and smiled.

"Andy, I've never seen your sister drink so much. And your mother is going to chew her arm right off trying to get your attention." Andy looked over her shoulder with a puzzled look on her face. Her face blanched as she saw her mother waving her over. Beverly sat at her side looking as disapproving as she could.

"I'll talk to Deanne, you talk to your mother," Melanie offered and Trish laughed lightly. Andy smiled at her gratefully.

As they walked towards the trio of women, Andy leaned over and said, "Aunt Trish is my dad's sister. Everyone is afraid of her, but I could tell that she likes you a lot."

"The feeling is mutual," Melanie said with a pleased smile. She walked over to Deanne who was sitting and looking morosely at Melanie. A look of concern quickly replaced Melanie's smile as she realized that Deanne was well on her way to being falling down drunk.

"Deanne?" Melanie asked cautiously. "Are you alright?" Deanne looked up at Melanie as through she had grown a second head. 

"Are you kidding me? You of all people are asking ME if I'm ok?" Melanie cast a nervous glance over to Andy where she was deep in conversation with her mother and oldest sister.

"I know I haven't known you as long as I've known Frank, but I care about you and consider you just as much a friend."

"That's the problem, isn't it?" Deanne asked with a hiccup. 

"I'm sorry?" Melanie reached out quickly to steady Deanne as she clambered to her feet. Deanne jerked her arm away from Melanie, nearly toppling herself in the process. 

"Don't touch me, and definitely don't pretend to be my friend." Melanie looked around in confusion as Deanne's voice rose hysterically.

"Deanne, what is going on with you?" Deanne's mother asked as she stepped closer to the two of them.

"Why don't you ask this... this home wrecker," Deanne spat, pointing at Melanie with a wavering finger. Melanie felt her head spin as she exchanged a look with an obviously panicked Andy.

"What are you TALKING about?" Melanie asked in an unsteady voice, unsure if she should continue the conversation or walk away.

"You should know. I called Frank's office the other day and his secretary tells me that the whole office is talking about his affair." Everyone gasped with astonishment. Deanne's declaration was so not what Melanie expected that she had a hard time shifting gears in her brain.

"That's insane. Frank isn't have an affair," Melanie blurted out.

"Of course that's what you would say. You're the whore he's sleeping with!" Melanie nearly fell over in shock.

"Deanne," Andy said through clenched teeth, "you don't know what you're talking about." Melanie could detect the hint of warning in Andy's voice and for some reason, in the midst of all the arguing and screaming, it made her feel warm inside.

"Matilda told me all about your long lunches and private conversations. I've seen you two talking so close a feather couldn't fit between the two of you." Melanie suddenly understood the entire situation and also knew that she could never explain because to do so would be to destroy Andy. Deanne mistook the understanding in Melanie's eyes for guilt because she began to call Melanie as many names as she could think of and accuse her of every sodomistic act she knew. Frank came running over demanding what the hell was going on. Melanie just shook her head as the two of them began to argue, and she could see the same helpless look in Frank's eyes. Melanie felt so shocked and lost, that she blindly turned to go. Andy grabbed her arm as she yelled at everyone to just shut the fuck up.

"Deanne, you are being ridiculous. I know for a fact that Melanie and Frank are not having an affair, and I also know what these private conversations are about; they are about me." Everyone look at Andy in confused silence as she took a deep breath and continued.

"Andy, don't do this," Melanie whispered frantically, and Andy looked at her with such love in her eyes that Melanie was speechless. Andy's hand slid down Melanie's arms to twine their fingers together.

"I know because Melanie is... she is my lover. The only thing Frank is keeping from you, Deanne, is that he knows." The entire yard was deathly silent after Andy's announcement. Melanie gave Andy's hand a little squeeze and it was returned gratefully.

"Oh, Andy, not again," Andy's mom said in disgust. "Didn't you learn anything the first time?" Melanie could literally feel the confidence drain from Andy under her mother's disgusted stare and hateful words. "I almost wish that Frank were cheating with that... that woman." She turned to glare at Melanie who coolly returned her stare.

"Do be quiet, Eva. I won't stand by and watch you destroy this girl again," Trish suddenly spoke from Melanie's elbow causing her to jump. She cast the woman a grateful smile.

"Stay out of this," Beverly spoke up, "this has nothing to do with you."

"Nor does it have anything to do with you, any of you," Trish shot back.

"Oh, no? Embarrassing her family is none of our business? Look at what has already happened to poor Deanne." Melanie felt an icy rage building inside of her as she listened to Andy's oldest sister list the many ways Andy was a horrid person. She kept silent out of respect for Andy, and dare she admit it, love for the shaking woman beside her. She glanced over at her lover and it broke her heart to see the crushed look on her face.

"You have some nerve coming here," Eva said to Melanie, nearly spitting the words at her. "What did you do to my daughter? She was doing fine until she met you."

"Enough!" A blond man said quietly from Eva's side where he had been sitting silently. In all the turmoil, Melanie hadn't even noticed him. His eyes were the same green as Andy's and his hair the same wavy blond. Andy looked like a feminine replica of him.

"What did you say, Robert?" Eva asked, turning to him in surprise. 

"I said, enough! I should have stopped you the first time you did this to our daughter. I won't let you crush her again." Eva stared at him in shock as Robert turned to Andy. When Beverly began to protest his words, he hushed her with a look. "What you did years ago, what we did, cost me my daughter."

"It's about time you stood up for her," Trish said quietly so only Melanie could hear.

"Robert, for god's sake, this is an embarrassment to our entire family."

"My daughter, my beautiful, successful daughter, is not an embarrassment to me. Didn't you notice how happy she was today? I finally realized what we lost so many years ago."

"You want a homosexual daughter, fine. I want nothing to do with her."

"What are you saying?" Robert growled, stepping forward with his hands clenched tightly at his sides. Eva looked directly into Andy's eyes as she spoke.

"I don't have a homosexual daughter, and I never will." A sob escaped Andy's throat as she pivoted on her heel and tore her hand from Melanie's. She ran into the house in a desperate flight to escape her mother's hateful words.

Melanie glared at Eva, her eyes bright with anger. As she spoke, she could hear her voice trembling with the rage she could barely contain.

"I am not going anywhere, so you better get used to seeing me around. No one has a right to make decisions about Andy's life but Andy, and she chose to make me a part of it. And if any of you choose to distance yourselves from her because she is happy, I regret it for Andy's sake, but from the way you've behaved today, it probably isn't such a bad thing if she never had to see you again." Melanie turned and stalked off into the house, her anger rapidly diminishing as she looked for her devastated lover. She knew how much her mother's words had hurt her. Melanie heard the sudden revving of the Harley's powerful motor as it roared into life and she ran outside.

Melanie quickly climbed onto the back of the bike, ignoring Andy's protests. They took off in a shower of gravel and dust as Melanie clung to Andy literally for dear life as she felt herself trying to flip backwards off the powerful machine.

They rode for what seemed like hours. Melanie lost track of where they were, but she wasn't really concerned about it. She laid her cheek on Andy's back, feeling the smooth rippling of muscles as Andy guided the roaring machine. Melanie realized she had been near to dozing as Andy pulled over and cut off the engine. 

Melanie looked around curiously. She could see a large sign that declared they were at the Lakeside Inn and Resort. Small bungalows set back into the trees circled a large crystal clear lake. It was quiet with only the sounds of nature rising from the woods around them. Andy turned to meet Melanie's eyes before swinging one shapely leg over the Harley and climbing off. She held up her hand to keep Melanie on the bike, and Melanie could see the storm ripping through the beautiful jade green of her eyes as wave after wave of unreadable emotion crashed past. Andy took Melanie's hand in hers and leaned closer to her to whisper into her ear. 

"Will you stay with me tonight? I need you." Melanie could hear the hurt in Andy's voice, and the desperate need. She nodded yes as Andy's lips and teeth nibbled softly at her earlobe before she turned and went into the small log cabin marked office. She quickly returned and swung onto the bike and gunned it into life.

They traveled slowly down a well-kept path through the woods to their bungalow. Melanie dismounted the Harley with a relieved sigh and stretched out the kinks in her back and legs. The lake lapped quietly against a small dock where a tiny boat dipped and rode the small ripples. The setting sun sent fiery trails across the blue green water creating a prismatic rainbow that seemed to undulate with each wave.

Melanie realized she had been watching the hypnotic lake for some time and she turned quickly to find Andy had been watching her as intently as she had been watching the water. Melanie walked slowly over to Andy and cupped her cheek in her palm. Andy leaned her head into Melanie's palm, her eyes closing as a small tear slid down her cheek. Melanie pulled Andy to her and they sank down onto the lush grass. Andy clung to Melanie who gently held her close and murmured soothing nonsensical words and she comforted the weeping woman. She lifted Andy's chin and kissed away the salty tears trickling down the beautiful, rosy cheeks. Andy sighed as her arms wound around Melanie's neck, pulling her closer.

Melanie's lips trailed down Andy's cheek and over her chin, kissing tenderly. Andy turned her head to catch a kiss on her lips and Melanie ran her tongue lightly over the other woman's parted lips. Melanie could feel her heart begin to race as Andy's fingers began to trace light circles down her back. When Andy lifted her shirt and began to lightly trace her fingers under the hem of Melanie's shorts, she couldn't help the passionate sigh that escaped her.

Melanie slowly opened her eyes to look into Andy's. The raw need and desperate hunger in the other woman's gaze sent shivers of desire pounding through her. Melanie kept eye contact with Andy as she took her hand and pulled them both to their feet. She guided the two towards the bungalow, and Melanie didn't waste any time looking at her surroundings as Andy unlocked the door and swung it open. She caught a vague glimpse of brown, rattan furniture and wooden floors before Andy caught her lips in a slow, sensuous kiss. Melanie could feel the barely contained emotions raging through the taller woman and she knew what she should do.

Withdrawing her lips from Andy's, she walked further into the room and wasn't disappointed as she saw a large stone fireplace at the far end of the room with a large rug stretched before it. The fireplace was gas and controlled electronically, and Melanie was happy to see the remote for it was lying on a small table. The night outside was beginning to creep in with a chill, and Melanie set the fireplace on low. The orange flames cast a warm glow over Melanie as she began to move sensuously, slowly removing her clothing one piece at a time.

Andy stood where she was almost not breathing as Melanie knelt on the rug, her legs spread and back arched in a silent offering to her. Melanie slowly sucked the tip of her index finger into her mouth, thoroughly wetting it before running it over her shaved slit. She could hear Andy inhale sharply as she pressed her finger between her lips and stroked slowly from her hardening clit to her aching entrance. Melanie raised her finger to taste herself and sucked off the juices coating it. Andy moaned breathlessly as she crept closer and knelt on the other side of the rug watching as Melanie began to tweak and rub her nipples with her left hand as her right went back to play in the folds of her honey patch.

Melanie pushed one perfect finger deep inside herself, gasping at the feel of her tight walls sucking on the invading digit. She began a slow grind on her hand as she opened her eyes to watch Andy who stared in fascination at the sexy display in front of her. When she licked her lips, Melanie moaned in raw need as she felt her juices flood her lips and thighs in response.

She crawled towards Andy and pulled her to her, pressing her body into the taller woman's. Andy seemed to melt into her as she almost desperately clung to Melanie. Melanie showered Andy's face with tender kisses, catching wet tears on her tongue and lips. She murmured sweet nothing as she began to kiss Andy's eyes, ears, and neck. Andy sighed tremulously, her hands coming up to cup Melanie's breasts and squeeze them gently as her thumbs stroked the hardening nipples. Melanie moaned into Andy's mouth, letting Andy know how good her touch felt.




Hiding from Herself



"I can't give you up," Andy whispered brokenly as she trailed kisses down Melanie's neck and swirled her tongue across her chest to latch onto a hard, thrusting nipple. "I can't give me up," Andy whispered so softly that Melanie wasn't sure she had heard her.

Melanie lifted Andy's chin with her finger and brought her face up so they could share a tender, soul-searing kiss. She laid Andy back onto the blanket, and Melanie was reluctant to stop the passionate joining of their lips and tongues so they ended up in a heap together with Melanie falling atop Andy. Andy rolled over onto her side, her arms wrapping tightly around Melanie and holding her close.

Melanie began to stroke Andy's bottom lightly, sensing a need in her lover for tenderness. Andy arched back into Melanie's feather light touches, moaning as Melanie's fingers and hands explored lower and lower. Andy sat up and quickly undressed before lying back into her lover's arms. Melanie traced Andy's inner thighs with her fingertips, watching the play of emotions cross Andy's face. Andy bit her bottom lip as Melanie's fingers came slowly closer and closer to her sex. She whimpered softly as Melanie traced her slick slit from behind with the barest of touches.

Andy opened her eyes and Melanie felt like she was going to drown in the green depths. She shivered at the love and pure need she saw emanating from Andy's soul. Melanie held her breath in anticipation as her fingers wandered over the bare skin of Andy's shaved sex before parting the silken lips. The two women released simultaneous moans of passion as Melanie's fingers slid between the swollen lips and began to rub up and down the wet gash. Andy pulled Melanie's mouth to hers and kissed her passionately, her body thrusting towards Melanie with a fiery need.

Melanie lost herself in Andy's depths, her thighs becoming saturated with her juices. She slipped a finger deep inside Andy, amazed at the heat inside Andy's tight pussy. Melanie curled her finger and stroked the rough patch of flesh that made Andy cry out and scratch her nails lightly down Melanie's back and round bum.

"Make love to me, Melanie, yes, just like that," Andy groaned as she began to lift her hips off the floor. "Oh, it feels so good," she panted as Melanie began to thrust slowly in and out, keeping her finger curled to keep in contact with Andy's g-spot. Andy was panting, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Melanie quickly slid down Andy's body, trailing her tongue across the quivering flesh before latching her mouth onto Andy's sweet pussy. Andy began to whimper as Melanie greedily licked and sucked the juices from her, and Andy began to erratically thrust against Melanie's mouth and hands. As Melanie sucked Andy's clit into her mouth, she slid her pinky into Andy's ass that was already well lubricated by the copiously flowing juices.

"Mmmm, feels so good," Andy whimpered. "I'm going to cum so hard," she screamed and Melanie could feel a hot rush of cum explode from the other woman. She greedily drank all she could and proceeded to lick and suck the rest, all the while keeping a steady pace in Andy's pussy with her fingers. Andy's body was shaking as wave after wave of her orgasm swept through her. Melanie's mouth and fingers refused to stop, and Andy clamped her thighs around Melanie's head and gave herself over to pleasure. She entwined her hands through Melanie's hair as she continued to moan.

"Don't stop, baby. I'm going to cum for you again," Andy cried out, her words becoming unintelligible, and Melanie could feel Andy's clit swell under her tongue moments before Andy exploded hot cum into her mouth. Melanie thrust her tongue deep inside Andy's clenching pussy catching most of her lover's cum in her mouth.

Andy pulled Melanie up by her ears to kiss her passionately. Melanie lay between Andy's legs feeling the other woman's juices coating her thigh. Andy held her close, and Melanie lay still, her eyes closed, allowing her lover to take what she needed.

"Mine," Andy whispered lovingly, and Melanie slipped to the side, rolling Andy on top of her.

"Always," Melanie admitted quietly and was rewarded with Andy's beautiful smile. 



Hiding in Plain View



Note to Readers: As with all my stories, this is pure fiction.  However, your thoughts and comments are always welcome.

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Dear Abby,

I am writing in response to your recent reply to "Hiding in Sin." Though they didn't quite come out and say it, they clearly indicted that they were full-blood siblings living as husband and wife. Your response was about the strongest I have ever seen in your column as you labeled them "sick and depraved." 

I am very accustomed to this type of knee jerk response as my brother and I are also "Hiding in Sin." Though your feelings are understandable and it certainly is the prevailing standard for many reasons; ranging from cultural convention to biblical and historical to biological and medical. There are many of us out there hiding in sin that truly love each other and face the daily discrimination and loathing of a judgmental society; just as blacks, Jews and homosexuals have faced for centuries.

My brother, I'll call him Steven, and I were military brats. My dad was a career Army officer and as such, we moved every two to three years as we were growing up. And due to the fact that we frequently moved, it was hard for Steven and I to develop meaningful friendships outside the family.

I do think our up bring was perfectly normal, at least for a military family. We attended church regularly, we went on family vacations, and we did all the usual stuff you would expect a typical American family to do. Our parents were very much in love and that healthy marital affection was always apparent in our home. And since we did move so often, our family did tend to be very close and depend on ourselves for emotional support when in need.

Steven and I are only about 16 months apart in age and we quickly learned to always count on each other when we needed a playmate, a best friend or just someone to talk to. As we grew older, and moved from base to base, Steven and I became closer and closer as we realized we probably were each others best and closest friend.

Growing up so close in age, we had certainly seen each other naked; especially when we were little and Mom would put us in the same bathtub or allow us to run around naked in the backyard sprinkler during the heat of the summer. However, there never was anything even remotely romantic between us until we went to debutante ball together while in high school.

We had recently moved to a new base and were still settling into a new house and a new school. Steven was invited to the base commander daughter's coming out party. We didn't really know any of the other kids and Steven really didn't want to go. But it was just part of being an Army brat and our parents encouraging him to attend. When he protested that he didn't have a date, Mom suggested that he take me. For some reason, a huge smile immediately filled my face and we both quickly agreed.

Though we are full-blood siblings, we don't really look that much alike. Steven is tall and athletic looking. He has dark brown hair, dark eyes and sort of an olive skin tone. I'm probably eight inches sorter than he is, with strawberry blonde hair, fair complexion and light green eyes. We do have common facial features, but if you didn't know we were brother and sister, it probably wouldn't occur to you.

My dad rented Steven a classic black tux and Mom made me a beautiful light green, full length formal dress. We both looked absolutely gorgeous and I for one, never felt more romantic in my life. We hung on each other's arm the entire evening and I have to admit, dancing with Steven, did give my young adolescent heart a sensation I had never known before. We didn't kiss or make-out or anything like that, but I felt so safe on his arm and so comfortable when he held me on the dance floor.

After we got home that night, we both went to our separate rooms. But I for one could not sleep as the events of the evening and the feeling of having Steven in my arms was all I could think about. Steven must have had similar thoughts, as we probably became closer and closer to each other over the next several years. We rarely dated other people and when we did, it was usually just a one or two date thing. We weren't romantic or sexual between ourselves, but on the other hand, we weren't really with anyone else either.

It was in my senior year of high school that our lives changed forever. My parents had gone out for the evening, Steven was away for his freshman year of college and I was home alone. A little after mid-night, I was awakening by hard knocking at the front door. It was two policemen who had come to tell me that our parents had been killed in an auto accident. I don't really remember much of what happened after that, but apparently a policewoman stayed with me the rest of the night. Steven arrived home just as the sun was coming up. I guess I must have been able to tell the police were he was going to school.

Steven did not go back to college that year and we lived as brother and sister in our parent's house until I graduated high school. We really had no other immediate family and as Steve was already 19 and I was soon to turn 18, we just seemed to fall through the cracks as to whom, if anyone would be our legal guardians. Steven received Dad's life insurance money and it was more than enough to support us both all the way through college.

As soon as I graduated high school, we sold the house and moved back to our native Ohio. This allowed both of us to enroll in college as in-state students and as Steven had dropped out the previous year before earning any credits, we both started out as freshman.

We rented a typical student apartment and since no one knew us as brother-sister, except the landlord, we basically lived just as roommates. We did have the same last name, but it seldom raised any eyebrows and we didn't care anyway. I'm sure people assumed we were related, maybe siblings, maybe married, but I can't remember anyone ever asking and we simply never made a big deal out of it, one way or the other.

We lived in separate bedrooms, but as our cheesy apartment had only one bathroom, we did live in pretty close proximity to each other. It was one of those Hollywood Bath sort of things, with two sinks, but only one tub/shower. At first we afforded each other all the usual courtesies of keeping the doors closed, knocking before entering and of course, "shielding" our eyes as we dashed from bathroom to bedroom wrapped only in a towel.

But over time, as roommates seem to do, we slowly got more and more relaxed in our modesty. Steven got to where he didn't always close the door all the way, I got to where I would wear less and less while moving from room to room, and of course, neither one us every bothered to lock any doors.

Steven would sometimes sit on the couch watching TV with nothing on but his boxer shorts and I'd respond by wearing nothing but boy shorts and a tank top. Of course, I would try not to stare, but many times I could just imagine the tip of his penis lurking just below the fly of his boxers. I know I was gawking at times, but I could just imagine that fly parting every so slightly, so I could get a better view of what lay below. At times, I felt that through the power of positive thinking, I could just "will" the fly on his boxers to part, like the red sea, so that I could get a clear and unobstructed view of what I just knew had to be a magnificent specimen of manhood.

I'm sure Steven felt my lustful gaze for there were many times I could feel his beautiful dark eyes settling in on perky nips or straining for a view up the leg of my shorts. And to help insure his interest, my nipples would raise to the occasion and strain to make their presence known beneath the shear fabric of my top. I never wore a bra at home anyway and it was always pretty obvious. I'm sure he noticed; but other than the usual glance and a big smile, he never said or did anything. At least not in my presence...

Some nights we'd be watching a movie or sporting event together and I just couldn't stand it any longer. I'd make an excuse and slip off to my room. And just in the hope that he would follow me, I never completely closed the door. Once in the near darkest of my room, I would throw myself on the bed and finish slipping those pesky boxer shorts from his beautiful body in my head. I would touch my virgin pussy and push the outer lips first one way and then the other. I would always start very slowly ... push ... push ... push. And then slowly the tempo would build and build and build to within just a matter of minutes my fingers would be in a full circular motion, going faster and faster. And I would be getting wetter and wetter with each pass.

And just when I didn't think I could stand it any longer, my soaking wet pussy lips would magically part and my middle finger would touch my engorged clit. Oh my God; that was all it took. Lighten bolts would shoot through my body and wonderful fluids would fill my cupped hand. Under my breath I would repeat his name; Steven, Steven, Steven... But he never pushed the door open and I would soon drift off to sleep dreaming of his smell, his touch and how much I wanted him in my arms and in my bed.

All of that changed the night of the second anniversary of our parent's death. There was a huge frat party out in the courtyard of our apartment complex that night and I was only half asleep anyway due to the noise and drunken reveling going on outside our door. A little after mid-night a massive storm unexpectedly blew in. The wind suddenly picked-up, knocking over tents and tables and lanterns and if that didn't sending the drunken crowd running for cover, the ensuing brilliant flashes of lighting, followed a half second later with ear spitting thunder and a shower of hail, certainly did.

I was fully awake now and sitting up in bed; when suddenly some drunken frat boy pounded on our apartment door. I don't know why it startled me so; maybe it was just too reminiscent of the knock at the door two years earlier by the police. But, I shot out bed and ran straight to Steven's room.

Without even thinking I jumped into his bed and wrapped my arms tightly around him. I must have been crying, as he quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks and softly kissed them ... before tenderly laying his lips upon mine. This was the first time we had ever touched lips and almost immediately I kissed him back, and then I kissed him again and again. Within less than minute, we were locked in a passionate embrace that I guess I had wanted all my life.

I didn't know that Steven slept in the nude, but once under his covers, it was quite apparent. I felt his bare skin against mine for the first time in my life. And as I wrapped my arms around him, I felt totally save and secure for the first time since our parents died. I knew I was where I was supposed to be.

I ran my hands up and down his back as our kisses became more and more intense. I felt every ripple of every mussel as I explored his body with my hands. And with each pass up and down his back, I went lower and lower until his naked butt checks were in my hands. I could not wait any longer and I quickly slide my hand to his front side so I could hold in my hand that very thing that makes him male.

My hands must have still been cold, as his breath quickened, but he did not protest. Instead, he moved his lips from mine and began a series of traveling kisses that started with my forehead, to my cheeks, to my chin, and then down my neck. I was wearing a long T-shirt or night shirt; as that's basically what I've worn to sleep in since I was a little girl. His hand found the bottom edge and he quickly moved it up to where my lower body was exposed, just below my breasts.

As I quicken my stroke on his penis, he moved his face down below my night shirt and with his nose nudged it up over both breasts. His breath was so hot, but the wetness of his kisses cooled my nipples causing them to rise up to his waiting lips. He sucked my titties so softly and with such tenderness that I lost all cognizant thought of world outside his bed and that he was my brother.

My gripe on his penis must have been getting tighter and tighter, as he finally had to break my hold long enough to slip my night shirt over my head and throw it to the floor. He returned my hand to its previous location and as his lips returned to mine; he then started his hand on a southerly journey to my pubic mound. I was so wet; wetter than I had ever been before in my life. I had masturbated many times thinking of this moment and I thought I fully understood vaginal wetness. But, nothing had ever prepared me for this. I was absolutely soaking and I was so wet it was actually running down my inner thighs.

When Steven's hand finally got to sopping wet pubic hair, even in the total darkness, I could feel a huge smile come across his face. I was relieved as I wasn't sure what his reaction would be when he found out I was leaking all over his bed. He first ran his finger tips up and down my slipper wet pussy lips. And as my lips parted, he first inserted one finger and then another, while continuing his up and down stroke. I was still a virgin, so I wasn't completely sure what to expect. But all I knew was that I had never wanted anything in my life more than I want him to make love to me and to do it within the next 15 seconds.

His penis was still in my hand and I pulled it toward my aching pussy. His fingers were still inside me and using my wrist; I pushed his hand away and pulled his rock hard dick up to my outer lips. I must have blacked out or something at that moment, because I don't remember the next minute or so. But when I regained consciousness, he was on top of me, he was fully inside me and he was fucking me! I honestly thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

Neither one of us ever heard the storm again that night, or the frat boys, or anything else for that matter. We probably made love five or six times before just finally passing out in each other's arms. Luckily the next day was Saturday and neither one of us had classes or to go to work. Actually, we were still living off our Dad's life insurance money and we were both full time students. Upon finally getting out of bed the next morning, we showered together for first time in our lives. We'd taken tub baths together when we were preschoolers, but that was a long time ago and somehow not the same thing.

We dashed out to the store to pickup enough provisions for the weekend and immediately returned to our apartment. We cooked a yummy breakfast before returning to the bedroom; were we then stayed in bed making love until Monday morning.

We moved out of that apartment as soon as our lease was up and moved into a townhouse, which we leased as a married couple. After graduation we moved 2,000 miles away to another state and bought a house. We started our careers and our neighbors all assumed we were a married couple. When I became pregnant with our first child, we had all the fears and anxieties you would expect. We considered our options long and hard ... and decided to get married.

We now have two strong and healthy boys. So, please don't judge me or my family, for I can not imagine being happier. Not only have I been lucky enough to have found my true love, as well as my eternal soul mate, I was one of the lucky few to have known him all my life.

Hiding in Plain View

Boise, Idaho 



Hiding in the Bushes



Tyzonn and Mack crawled behind a thicket of bushes near a large tree.

Tyzonn whispered "I think we've lost them. I've got a sixth sense for any of Moltor's creatures, I can feel them burning because of Moltor's curse."

Tyzonn had been a Mercurian and put under a curse which gave him his current form - a multiply tentacled and spiked red beast. 

"Better bed down for the night - I'll keep first watch."

"No, I'll keep first watch. Humans need more rest than I do."

Mack scowled in a mock show of anger. "How about this - whoever falls asleep first isn't taking first watch."

"It's a deal." The two smiled and shook hands, then busied themselves raking together a mattress from leaf litter to sleep on. The fight of the day had left both feeling numb, and as dusk turned to night, Mack asked the alien man questions about Mercuria, his homeworld, and how many pieces of the map to the treasures Moltor had. Tyzonn in turn quizzed him about his life and about the other Power Rangers.

Although his suit had the latest in technology, Mack still shivered slightly in the cold night air. Tyzonn had it worse, though, being cursed by the fiery Moltor made him extra-sensitive to the cold. Even though Tyzonn's stiff face gave little emotion away, to Mack's eyes it was obvious the alien was suffering deeply from the night air and trying to be stoic, not wanting to miss out on the first watch. Cautious of hurting his new friend's feelings, Mack stretched, and shivered theatrically. 

"Tyzonn, I guess you're right about humans being weaker than Mercurians. I know you're not feeling it, but I'm kinda cold. Can we huddle together for warmth?"

"Certainly, Mack. I would not want you to become too cold."

Tyzonn unfurled his tentacles from around his shoulders, being careful to ensure that the spikes were laid flat. 

"Woah, you can move those?"

Tyzonn paused. "Yes, but I usually don't. They remind me I'm a monster."

Mack felt guilty at his thoughtless words, and wrapped Tyzonn in his arms, burying his head in Tyzonn's shoulder, saying hotly, "You're not a monster, Tyzonn. When we get this map back to the lab, my father will be able to find a cure for Moltor's curse." 

Tyzonn's heart swelled at his new friend's words, and wrapped his arms and tentacles around the human boy. 

Almost as soon as Tyzonn's tentacles closed around him, Mack knew that the new closeness with the alien was causing wishes for a closeness that had little to do with friendship, on both sides. The suddenly heavier breathing, the zinging awareness that shot through him like lightning with each of Tyzonn's movements -- that couldn't just be him wishing it, could it? 

Tyzonn cleared his throat. "Mack, would you mind if I lie down?"

Mack was crestfallen and turned his face away in shame. It had all been in his horny stupid imagination, hadn't it? He tried to let go of Tyzonn, trying to free himself from his own disgrace. Tyzonn lay back on the makeshift bed, drawing Mack with him. As Mack shifted on top of Tyzonn, he found incontrovertible proof that Mack wasn't the only one with horny thoughts that night. 

"Mack, are you still cold?" Although the enquiry was polite enough, Mack caught the tightness of breath with which it was delivered, and he mock-shivered again to assure the larger alien that he still needed his warmth. He drew his face up to Tyzonn's own, and said "Yes", plaintively seeking out something more than warmth. Tyzonn's eyes gleamed for a second, and Mack's eyes answered, grinning.

Tyzonn unfurled his tentacles from around his waist, using them to hug the human boy closer yet to him. Mack removed Tyzonn's purple loincloth, freeing an inhumanly large silver and red throbbing erection. Mack caressed it in wonder, playing with it as he had played with his own, weighing the alien's churning balls in his hands before leaning his weight on Tyzonn, smashing their crotches together. Tyzonn sighed through his unnaturally small mouth as Mack peppered it with kisses. Mack instinctively and wildly ground his hips against the larger alien's, while Tyzonn's tentacles grappled with the Velcro of the Power Ranger's uniform, soon discarding it in the dirt. Each began to rock and buck their hips against each other, circling the heads of their penises against each other, naturally re-enacting with their cocks what had happened on the battlefield earlier that day, as the hard muscles of the alien warrior shifted beneath the slighter human's weight. Mack's nipples grazed against Tyzonn's warm and dry scales. Although Tyzonn could not kiss or lick at his lover's neck as Mack was doing, he could use his tentacles to tweak at his lover's nipples, to run up and down the human's back, and to bind their slick penises closer together as the pair thrust towards completion, eye to eye, heart to heart, cock to cock.

The sensations intensified, making Mack's toes curl against Tyzonn's shins and Tyzonn's spines flex against Mack's belly. The slight pain from the scratches added to Mack's pleasure. Suddenly needing more from the alien, Mack wrestled himself beneath Tyzonn, smiling at the feeling of being pinioned by his older alien lover. Tyzonn began to thrust more quickly, enjoying the play of emotions across his human lover's face as they climaxed. Each of them spurted a sticky warm fluid across Mack's belly, and they were still. 

Tyzonn's body began to emit a silver light as he drew himself into a roiling mass of mercury above Mack, lighting up the clearing like a beacon. Mack looked up in wonder as the mercury solidified, revealing a man with broad shoulders, deep silver-blue eyes and a still decently-sized cock. Tyzonn's blond hair brushed Mack's cheeks as the Mercurian warrior kissed Mack. Passion arced between them as they locked lips and teeth and tongue against one another, feeling connected as never before. 

Tyzonn suddenly reeled back from Mack in pain, feeling a burning sensation spreading behind his eyes. "Moltor." Mack scrambled for his transformation device, tossing his pants at Tyzonn. If Moltor and his Lava Lizards wanted Tyzonn back, the scum would have to fight them first! 

"Prepare to die, traitor!" 

Mack, now transformed, spoke up for his new lover. "No, Moltor -- prepare to fight!"

By unspoken agreement, the Red Ranger engaged Moltor, while Tyzonn concentrated on the Lava Lizards. Mack circled Moltor cautiously -- there was no telling what could happen if Moltor decided to use his curse. Moltor leapt at Mack, twirling his staff furiously. Mack summoned his lance and parried Moltor's thrusts.

Tyzonn wrestled the Lava Lizards, throwing two over his head at once, leaping and twirling about his enemies until he struck, knocking them into the dirt or into trees, where they exploded into cinders. As Tyzonn touched the Lava Lizards, the burning feeling intensified, so he switched to blasting them with his Mercury Spear. Tyzonn collapsed, overwhelmed by the burning. 

Moltor gloated "You are nothing. Accept what you really are inside, my creature."

Tyzonn struggled to lift his head, and forced out "I am not your creature. I am Tyzonn of the planet Mercuria, and I will never surrender to you!" His silvery eyes suddenly flashed red.

Mack was horrified and began to attack Moltor with renewed vigour, locking his lance and Moltor's staff together, each pointing their blades at the other's heart. 

"Need a hand there?" quipped the Yellow Ranger as the other Rangers leapt onto the scene, creating a protective formation around the Red Ranger, their weapons trained on Moltor. 

Tyzonn moaned in anguish, breaking Mack's concentration as he ran to his lover's side. How could he have forgotten his promise to Vella, his arranged fiancee, by making love to this Earth boy? He had to avenge her death before commencing his self-imposed punishment for never loving her - living alone, forever loveless.

Moltor sensed that the odds had changed, and stamped his foot, leaving in a puff of black smoke. 

Waves of red mottled Tyzonn's skin, and his hair began to grow more solid as it changed into his tentacles, which writhed their way around his broadening shoulders. Tyzonn's legs became more muscular, bulging out of Mack's pants. The girls of the team, Rose and Ronny, pointedly looked away from Tyzonn's crotch, each half hoping and half fearing that the pants would rip completely. Mack searched Tyzonn's face as his eyes became duller and his lips became stiffer, his skin sprouting scales. 

Ronny drew Rose aside, and whispered "Guess that solves the question of where that guy went."

Rose whispered back, "but it doesn't solve the problem of where his clothes went, or the map."

Mack helped Tyzonn up, supporting his weight by slinging the alien's arm over his shoulders. "Let's go back to the mansion and my dad can find a cure for the curse while Rose decodes the map." 

Tyzonn allowed himself to be drawn along by his human friend, despite feeling a stab of guilt at betraying him too by not telling him the truth.  



Hiding in the Closet with Cindy



"We can go back to my place if you want." Whispered Cindy into my ear. "No one should be home for a while and I am sure we could find 'something' to do."

I had met Cindy at the neighborhood bar several times. The bar being near the local college campus always attracted a number of single women in during the day. She was young, 21 or 22, long dark black hair that she always had pulled back into a ponytail. She was maybe 5'4" with a thin waist and nice curvaceous hips and some of the most perfectly shaped beasts I had ever seen. Most of the time, and today was no exception, she wore tight black T-shirts cut low to show off her cleavage. I loved to watch her breasts move when she laughed and so I continually tried my hardest to get her to laugh just to see breasts move.

"I live just around the corner in the big apartment building. My roommate is in class and shouldn't be back until later in the evening. She has class until five then she goes directly to work until around eight." She continued to whisper in my ear, leaning in close. Her breasts were pressed up against my arm as she did this sending a bolt of electricity straight to my cock. Damn she could turn me on that easy!

"Sure. Let me pay up and we can go." I said as I laid $20 to cover drinks and a rather sizable tip to the bartender who knew what was going on. And with that we left. It was a hot day outside and very bright. Cindy was leaning up against the wall outside as I exited the bar. She grabbed my arm and held it close to her in a tight squeeze as she led me along to her apartment building. I couldn't help but look down to see her ample cleavage bouncing along. She glanced up just then and saw where my eyes were and smiled.

"Sorry." I said as I was caught. "It is just a rather amazing view."

"That's all right. I don't mind." She said as she pushed out her chest giving me an even better view. After a short walk we arrived at her place. We went in and up to the 11th floor. Her apartment was large and had a great view of the city. Large windows let in a lot of sun and made the place as bright and cheery as she seemed to be. She grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and met me on the couch that was turned to look out the windows.

"Great views huh?" She said as she handed me the beer. "I like to sit here and look out at the world." Taking a sip of her beer, leaning back casually into the couch. I also leaned back into the couch and took a long sip of beer. I looked over to her and saw her looking up at me. I leaned into her and we met in a kiss. It was a quick soft kiss, the type that is meant as an icebreaker, an introduction as you will to what may follow if all goes well. After sitting the beers down on the table next to the couch we again embraced in a kiss, this time more heated. Her mouth opened eagerly to my tongue as we kissed passionately, our hands roaming. It wasn't long until my hand found the underside of one of her large, soft breasts. I began by slowly and softly cupping her breast, careful not to just grab it and possibly do something she was not ready for yet. As I did, she gasped slightly as her chest rose. Her tongue diving deeper into my mouth. With this, I cupped her breast into my hand and gave it a squeeze. It was fantastic. She responded by pulling my head hard into her as we kissed and slid back into the couch.

Soon we were lying on the couch, me on top of her. My hands were groping her breasts with abandon now and as such, I had managed to pull her shirt up and was beginning to work it off. She arched her back as I slid my hand behind her and quickly slid the shirt off of her and to the floor. Her skin was so white and creamy. Her chest now beginning to flush red as we continued and she became more and more aroused. I broke away from her deep, passionate kisses to begin to kiss down along her neck and bare chest. I kissed her upper chest all over, careful to not get to close to her breasts. Her lacy black bra was cut low and offered a very sexy view of her large breasts. My hands cupped and squeezed them as I continued to cover her chest with kisses. I could feel her nipples harden against my palms as I caressed them. I had managed to slide the fabric of her bra off of one of her breasts exposing a rock hard nipple. Her dark, hard nipple stood straight out against her ample creamy white breast. As I lightly caressed her nipple and pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, my cock strained against my jeans. 

It wasn't long before my mouth had made its way to her waiting nipple. I covered her hard nipple with my mouth and began to flick my tongue quickly and lightly across the top of it. She responded with a quick gasp of air and a breathy "Oh my . . . " I was reaching around her back to undo the clasp of her bra when we heard keys. We both stopped what we were doing and stayed quiet, not moving at all. We could hear voices in the hall. A mans' voice and a womans'.

"Quick!" Whispered Cindy and she sat up and gathered up her shirt and led me to the only place close by, the closet. We had no sooner stepped inside as the door opened and in walked a man and a woman. Cindy whispered into my ear that it was her roommate Samantha. The guy was Sam's boyfriend who was not supposed to be here until Saturday. Apparently out of town on a business meeting. They moved into the kitchen. However this did nothing to enable our escape from the closet as it was impossible to get from the closet to Cindy's room as she explained it was directly across from the kitchen. She also explained that she didn't want Sam to see her as she was supposed to be at the library studying for a final in a class she was not doing well in and had promised, over and over to study for.

"So what are we going to do?" I said.

"Wait it out. They should go her room soon and we can get out of here then. So be quiet. Ok?" She said. The look in her eyes showed how scared she was of being caught so I stood still and waited. The closet at least was a large walk in type so we had plenty of room. The doors were of the type that had the vertical slats running down the entire length of the doors to allow us some light and a view of what was going on.

Samantha and her boyfriend, Wes, left the kitchen in an embrace, kissing and groping one another. We had hoped that they would go her bedroom but did not and went instead to the couch where we had just been. "Damn!" Said Cindy in a whisper. "I guess we may be in here longer than I had hoped." We were about 6 feet away from the couch and to the side. From where we were, we had a clear view of the couch.

Wes had pulled Samantha to him as he fell back against the couch, as they kissed madly and passionately. His hands slid along her side and quickly made their way to her ass. Samantha was a bit taller than Cindy, short blond hair, and just as thin. Both of the women had excellent figures. Cindy's breast appeared to be larger than Samantha's but that didn't mean Samantha's were small. She was wearing a short little mini dress that must have been her work uniform. Sewn onto the front of it was "Capper's Pub & Grill." I knew of the place but had never been in.

Cindy stood quietly in front of me. I had my hands around her pulling her close to me enjoying the feeling of her soft warm skin. She said nothing as I ran my hands up over her breasts. She closed her eyes and her head fell back against my chest. Her hands reached behind her and began running up and down slowly along the side of my legs. I bent over slightly to kiss her, as she kissed back warmly and deeply enjoying the caressing. When we broke our kiss, we looked out to see what was going on in the room.

Wes had now pulled up Samantha's dress to reveal her ass. He was kneading her ass hungrily as she ground her hips into his. We could see the thin white material of her thong as her hips moved. Her breath was fast and deep as she kissed him hard, her hands tightly grasping his shoulders as her hips began to grind harder and faster into Wes. Wes's hands were pulling her hips back in forth in rhythm to her movements making the action that much more hot. Soon Samantha leaned up and arched her back as she began to wildly grind against Wes. She was panting hard and groaning as her hips moved fast. We were both anchored to the action in front of us as I began to grind my rock hard cock into Cindy's back. My hands were now eagerly squeezing her breasts as we watched.

"Oh my God!" Screamed Samantha as the first wave of orgasm came over her. She was grinding hard into Wes, sliding back and forth across his lap until she finally slowed and shuddered as her orgasm ended. As she slowed down, Wes pulled her dress off of her. She was not wearing a bra and her tits spilled out in front of his face. He quickly began sucking at her breasts, taking in each nipple in turn and sucking madly. As he did this, Samantha was working at getting his pants down. She reached down and undid the button of his jeans and pulled his zipper down. He released her breast from his mouth as she slid off his pants and underwear revealing his hard cock.

As Samantha did this, Cindy's hands had worked their way to my cock. It was so hard and her touch was almost too much for me to handle. She undid my button a pulled down my zipper as I watched Samantha slip Wes's cock onto her mouth. Cindy had now pulled my hard cock from its jean prison and was slowly caressing it behind her back. It was so sensual to have her hands slowly sliding up and down my length as my hands played with her amazing breasts watching her roommate give head to her boyfriend. She tipped her head back and asked how I was doing.

"I am feeling great." I said as I leaned in to kiss her.

"Good. Me too." She cooed softly as she tightened her grip on my cock and sped up the stroking.

Samantha was working Wes's cock like a pro. She would slowly slide just the head of his cock into her mouth, running her tongue around the head then slowly slide all the way down, her tongue working around his cock as she did so. Then she would open her moth and run her tongue up along the underside of his shaft up to the top then slam her open mouth down on him, taking him in one quick motion, working her head up and down fast and with suction. We could hear the sucking sounds as Wes was enjoying the attention. Cindy turned around and knelt in front of me. She slid her hot wet tongue along my rock hard cock. She kissed and stroked it as I did everything I could to hold back the urge to cum. She soon slipped my cock into her mouth and began to suck hard. I tried hard to be quiet, as she worked on me. I could hear Wes moaning and I looked out and saw him frantically bucking his hips up and down as Samantha continued to suck his cock. Wes yelled that he was gonna cum and Samantha worked even faster sliding her mouth up and down his cock, as her hand stroked his cock as well. Soon Wes's head arched back and he let out a little scream and came hard. Samantha worked as fast she could to keep up with the stream of hot cum that Wes was pumping into her mouth. Some of it went down the side of his cock and over her hands and she continued to milk every last drop from him.

As Wes came, I could not hold back any longer and Cindy began to work me even faster. I began to thrust my hips in time with her to fuck her mouth. She looked up at me and I could see in her eyes that she was enjoying this also. She pulled her mouth from my cock and placed a finger to mouth to say "Shhh . . . don't want to get caught." And immediately put my cock back into her mouth and sucked fast and furious until I could take it no longer. I bit my lip and held back on any sound as I began to cum. My cock had never felt so hard as it had then. When I began to cum, I could feel it shoot out of me in a wave of euphoria I had never felt before. It felt like minutes that I continued to cum into her eager mouth. She did all she could to keep in all in but a little had come out and dripped off her chin onto her chest. 

I leaned against the back wall as she licked the last of my cum from her hands and my cock. She slid her fingers across her chest to get up all the cum that had dripped onto her and licked them clean. I slid down the wall to pull her to me and as we looked out to the couch to see if we had been found. We were both glad to see we hadn't. Samantha was now lying on the couch naked with Wes spreading her legs as he began to lick and suck at her wet eager pussy. He was working two fingers in and out of her pussy as he gently nibbled and lapped at her clit. Samantha was writhing on the couch fully enjoying the attention. 

There was enough room in the closet to sit on the floor with my legs spread to move Cindy up between them. She laid back against me as I removed her bra and slid my hands down along her flat stomach to the top of her jeans. She leaned her head back and put her hands behind my head and pulled me to her as we kissed long and deep. She still had a slightly salty taste from my cum as I kissed her. I undid her jeans and slid my hand into her pants. I could feel her wet panties immediately. She was soaked. When my fingers brushed across her wet lips she let out a moan as her legs spread far apart. Soon I had worked her jeans off and had two fingers buried deep inside of her. 

As I continued to finger fuck Cindy, Wes was working Samantha into a frenzy. She was holding her legs back and spread as he finger fucked her hard with two fingers as he licked her pussy fast and hard. My fingers worked inside Cindy as we watched. It wasn't long until Wes was hard again. After sucking and finger fucking her until she came in a shuddering orgasm that almost sent Cindy over the edge as we watched, he turned her over to fuck her from behind. Samantha bent over the couch and put her ass up in the air as Wes slid his hard swollen cock deep and hard into her wet eager pussy. Wes placed a hand on each of her hips and pulled her back onto him with force as he fucked her hard. As I was watched Samantha's breast bounce with my fingers deep inside Cindy, my cock soon was hard again. 

Wes continued to fuck Samantha hard. I had to hand it to him, he had some good stamina. She was moaning and panting as we watched and listened. Cindy was so wet and soon was on the verge of her own very intense orgasm. She started to breathe faster and deeper. She bit her hand to stifle a scream as she began to cum. I could feel her pussy begin to quiver and pulsate as her orgasm built up. Soon it was milking my fingers and flooding them with her juices as she came all over my fingers. She placed one of her hands over mine buried inside her and pressed it hard onto her, holding me there while she continued to cum. At the same time Wes was about to cum and began to rapidly pound into Samantha until he had to let go. As he came, he pulled out and shot his load across her back. As he continued to spread his cum over Samantha's back, Cindy turned quicky to me to straddle my legs and grabbed my cock shoving it suddenly into her wanting pussy. She began working her hips frantically back and forth grinding her pelvis into me. I was so deep inside her I could feel the head of my cock hitting the top of her cervix. It wasn't long until Cindy reached another orgasm. She tensed up and stopped moving. Her mouth open and her eyes squeezed tightly shut she began to just use her pussy to squeeze hard on my cock buried deep inside her. She squeezed over and over until she came and let loose a gush of her juices that poured out over my cock and soaked my balls. She was biting her lips to not make an sound as came over and over again. It was too much for me to handle and I whispered to her that I was going to cum again. Quickly she pulled herself off of me and laid back against the back wall and told me to get on my knees and move close to her. I did just that as she grabbed hold of my cock and started to stoke it. It wasn't long until I came all over her. It shot out across her chest hitting her large breasts as well as her chin. She continued to pump my cock as I surprised even myself and kept coming. 

Wes and Samantha were both on the couch lying back in each others arms kissing softly when we looked out. Cindy had found a T-shirt to use to clean herself up as I searched for my pants. After she cleaned herself, Cindy moved next to me placing her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her. We sat this way with out saying anything for some time until Samantha and Wes got up from the couch. Wes got dressed as Samantha went to the bathroom to clean up. Soon she was back out and she said that she though Cindy would be home soon and that maybe they should go get something to eat. Shortly after that they left. 

As soon as the door shut and we heard the key lock the door, Cindy opened the door and we came out. The sun had gone down and the view from the couch overlooking the city at night was spectacular. Cindy went to the refrigerator and brought back a couple of beers as we sat back on the couch to look out window and enjoy the rest of the night. It was only an hour or so until we moved to her bedroom, but only after we straightened out the closet.



Hiding in the Rain



Comments always welcome!

Anticipation making her movements clumsy at best, she began to get herself ready to see him... again. It was getting to be a weekly thing with the two of them, and even looking ahead, she couldn't see it going bad. The way they were together, the easy friendship, the smooth flow of conversation, the way they seemed built for each other, even the way she fit in around his family. Nothing was forced, or faked, or part of her regular mask. Most people never got to know the real girl behind the façade she put forth, but with these people, this man, she didn't have to hide. She was herself and it was so easy to just be. If it flowed this comfortably with no effort on their part, what could possibly go wrong?

The house was spotless, a product of her inability to sleep through the excitement of his arrival. She was at her best; eyes shining, skin glowing. Even she had to admit that she looked better when she was around him. Odd, that. She could almost see pretty in herself when she was around him. She looked around, wondering if she'd missed anything. Seeing nothing left undone, she lay down on her bed for a moment or two to read a bit. Laughing, she realized that if he showed up while she was reading he would tease her for the rest of the weekend. It was another of those very cheesy romantic novels. An easy way to just relax for her; she could devour several of those a week. And she did. But she still caught hell for it. 

Gravel crunched beneath tires and she started, realizing she had fallen asleep. She jumped off the bed, bouncing to the door, nearly flinging herself into his arms. He chuckled, pulling her off her feet and kissing the top of her head, "Hello angel." The past week, with all of the stresses that it brought, fell away leaving her energetic, happy, and alive. This man, only this man, could do that for her. She knew that, no matter what the problem, he was there for her. He might not be able to fix it, but he would always listen, always lend an ear.

She linked her fingers with his and started back into the house, but he held back, pulling her back against his chest. "Let's go get something to eat, angel. I've been in that car for hours and I am starving." 

She smiled at him with a sparkle in her eyes and whispered, "I'm hungry too. When do I get to eat?" It was an ongoing joke between them, something they used when other people were around to talk dirty to each other, PG style. Her appetite for him hadn't cooled in the short time they had been intimate. If anything, it had grown hotter. It wasn't that he held nothing back, giving as good as he got. It wasn't the sex itself, although that was an inferno all its' own. It was the way he touched her while they made love. The way he held her; the way he talked to her, whispering in her ear. It was, she admitted, all in the rest of the things that had absolutely nothing to do with the act of sex. 

He groaned and closed his eyes, shaking his head. "Don't you ever get enough?"

She smiled back at him, shaking her head. "Nope," she whispered "and I hope I never do. Let's go eat." They got in the car and left, destination unknown. 

She swiveled in her seat, one leg tucked beneath her, facing him so they could talk. Placing her hand somewhere between his knee and his hip, very casually, she asked him about his day. He told her about visiting with his grandparents, the wild drive in the city, how his new writings were coming along. Mundane. She listened very closely, smiling, nodding, adding things or responding where necessary. His grandparents, sweet though they might be, wore on him. They always gave him something to talk about as they constantly wanted him to do strange things, making odd requests and the like. It drove him insane, but kept her laughing, so he always shared those. With each new grandparent story, she would murmur, "Aww, poor baby" rubbing his leg a bit to "comfort" him. She wasn't certain, but fairly sure that he had no idea how far up his leg she was moving or what her plan was. And living in a big city didn't always prove as hilarious, but his thought processes while driving in heavy traffic tickled her to no end. She shared the mundane details of her week, which were usually limited to, "So, while I was at work today..." Nothing big, but he always listened and laughed with her. 

It was while they were talking about which restaurant they were going to stop at for dinner that she reached the top of his thigh. He raised his eyebrows, pulling a "mad" look from his vault of fake expressions and leveled a stare at her. "What?" She, too, could play that game, pulling an "innocent and loving it" look from her own bag of tricks. He growled some objection at her, but it went ultimately unheard because at that exact moment, he twitched under her devious fingers, pulling a sliver of laughter from her lips. She ran fingers along the length of him, staring into his eyes. Almost expecting an objection, she opened his jeans and slid her hand inside them, sighing when skin met skin. 

He leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes, surprising them both. In very short seconds, he was solid and hot in her hand and she had to bite back a groan when he twitched again. Wrapping her hand tightly around him, moving slowly, she watched him. Of all the things she loved most about him, the sheer enjoyment he took in everything was the biggest one. She may never know whether he was just very sensitive or if she did something different, but whatever the reason, the way he reacted to her touch would always thrill her in exactly the same way. She glanced around the parking lot, glad they had parked further away and leaned across the seat, first licking the very tip of his cock, then taking an inch or two then pulling away and blowing cool air on it. He fisted a hand in her hair, neither pulling her closer nor pushing her away... just needing something to do with his hands. One last time, she bent to nibble the spot just under the head, making him growl/groan before she sat back up, closed his pants, and opened the door. 

She could hear the muffled curse, but she couldn't make out which word it was this time. She had nearly perfected the art of stopping and it was killing him more quickly than cancer. She should know. He told her all the time. 

They ate without incident, his eyes delivering the message he couldn't say aloud in the restaurant. "You will pay for that." It was crystal clear and even more so because she knew it was fact. 

The teasing always caught up to her at the end of the day. It was, she freely admitted, the whole reason she teased him the way she did. Well, that and the simple pleasure she took in making him moan. She shivered to herself. Yeah. That too.

The meal ended, they paid and got back in the car resuming the same position. Her facing him, one leg curled up under her body. They talked about religion, the weather, politics. It didn't matter, really. Their opinions could be one thing, but they would argue the other point just to have something to battle wits over. They hadn't been together long, but they were building a solid base for something strong. They both knew it and had stopped denying it. But it had taken work to get there. He stopped at the ice cream place and each picked their favorite, teasing the other about bad taste and such. 

Back in the car, he mentioned a class reunion coming up and how he wanted her to be there. She thrilled to it because it was a small step forward for them. For a couple that had spent several weeks denying anything deeper than a physical attraction, making plans for even a short term future excited her. She was ready for whatever came next and willing to take each day as it came. 

When they got back to her place, she turned on the radio to provide some background noise, and they relaxed on the couch, each with a different book; him upright against the back of the sofa, her with her head in his lap. Even that still amazed her; the ability to do absolutely nothing together. It was a genuinely comfortable relationship they shared, one she had looked for her whole life and she was distinctly aware of having found it, forcing herself to go slow. 

He slid his hand up and down her arm absently as they read, occasionally tickling her, making her laugh. Before she could even register a change, he was stroking her ribs, then her chest, her neck. She glanced up to see what he was about, but his attention was fully engrossed in his book, so she went back to her own. A few short minutes passed and he had slipped his fingers under the neckline of her t-shirt. Again, she looked at him to see what he was up to, but he was still buried in his book. Frowning, she pretended to go back to her book. She even went so far as to turn pages. When she felt the direction of his hands change again, she looked up. This time there was a definite gleam in his eye and she called him on it. "Just what do you think you're doing?" She glared at him as scornfully as she could, but it was hard to hide the reaction of her body. Her skin began to goose bump, her nipples grew tighter under her shirt, disgustingly visible. 

She shivered and laid her book to the side, preparing to stand up. He pressed the flat of his hand against her chest, laying her back down in his lap, grinning. "Nope," he said. "I am in the middle of this chapter. Be still." 

She stared at him, jaw dropped, for a full five seconds before huffing a breath at him and rolling her eyes. Just gutsy. She laid there, arms folded across her chest as he read, waiting for him to give in. But her mind was racing, thinking of all the things he could do to her, the things he could do to her. She started wiggling, squirming a bit. Trying to get comfortable in his lap mostly, but well aware that her head rested just about where his cock should be. She rolled to her side, placing a hand on his thigh, rubbing her cheek where she could feel him beginning to grow. Smiling to herself, she reached for his zipper slowly, so he wouldn't notice her movement. With her hand on his fly, she grinned to herself, mentally applauding her impending victory. Not a twitch of a muscle or any warning at all, his hand covered hers, pushing it away. His concentration never broke. She would almost wager he didn't miss a word of his book, but he stopped her. Frustrated, hungry, wanting, borderline needy, she heaved a sigh of soap opera proportions and resumed the pouty child pose. 

Hard and hot under her cheek, still he ignored the hunger in her sighs. It was costing him to do it, but he would keep this up until she begged. He would have it no other way. She teased and tormented him constantly, stopping just before he came every time. He was going to hear her say please if it killed him. Her wiggling and squirming was getting to him, no point denying that. He was rock hard and with the way she was laying in his lap, she had to know it. He resumed his own torture of her, teasing his fingers along her skin everywhere but the places she most wanted it. And then he heard it. The whimper. He almost had her, had very nearly broken through her control. He moved in for the kill, skimming his fingers as though by accident across her nipple. She moaned, lifting her back toward his hand looking for a harder touch and he allowed it. And then... "Please?" She broke and thank God for that because he wasn't sure he could have made it much longer.

He dropped the book he wasn't even reading to the side and scooped her up, wrapping her legs around his waist so he could kiss her finally. Deeply. A moan sounded somewhere deep inside her and he swallowed it, tasting need. Forgoing all the pleasantries, he braced her against the wall unbuttoning her pants with one hand, sliding them as far down as they would go with her legs around his waist, then setting her down to get them off her body. Picking her up again, he guided her hand to his pants, then slipped his hands under her shirt to skim across her ribs. It was one of the most sensitive spots on her body and made her shiver nearly every time. As aroused as she was, it was all sensitive, and she hissed through her teeth at him. Tearing at the button, and jerking the zipper down, she fought to pull his cock out of his pants. He slipped his hand between their bodies and, finding her wet, guided himself inside. It was fast, hard, and short but they came together anyway, anticipation having made them both impatient and very ready. 

Leaning her head back against the wall, she struggled to tame her breathing. She could still feel him twitching inside her, the aftershocks of his orgasm, and it threatened to send her over again. She pulled him in tight for a quick kiss, whispering in his ear, "Love you." He slid himself free of her body, making them both shiver, and threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's hold. She laughed and beat her fists against his back as he climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Sliding her down his body slowly, pressing one last kiss to her temple, he laid her on the bed, following immediately after to lay at her side. She rolled to him, tucking herself into his chest and he curled his arm around her. Within minutes, both were sound asleep, a half smile on each of their faces. Sometimes it was so hard to believe that it could be this good. 



Hiding in the Trees



We decide to meet at the local farmers' market. I walk up and down the stalls, savoring all the delicious sights and smells the various vendors have on display, and quickly fill a bag with fresh fruit and some small sweets. At the end of a long row of stalls, I see you, watching me, with a beautiful smile on your face. You are wearing a dress, with a low scoop revealing all your amazing cleavage. You sling your own bag over your shoulder and walk slowly toward me, swaying your hips as you come closer and closer. Finally, I jog the last few steps between us, and throw my arms around you, kissing you passionately right in the middle of the market, as a few others looked on. Your kiss is electrifying, your tongue sending shock waves up and down my spine, from my scalp down to my toes. My cock instantly starts to twinge, getting excited from this sexy woman.

You take my hand in yours, and lead me away from the bustle of the market, and we walk silently for a few blocks down to the nearby park, with a path through the trees. We find a spot with a few trees growing close together, and step into the space between them.

I stand behind you, the excitement of being seen by others making my pulse race. I am holding your body close, my big hands starting to caress your breasts as I kiss your neck and shoulders, inhaling the sweet scent of your skin. You like the feeling of being close to me, and your ass starts to slowly grind against my crotch, exciting me beneath the fabric of my pants.

You look around, and seeing no one else around, place your hands on a tree, to push back against me a little harder. I have to have you. Right now. I quickly hike your dress up around your waist. You're wearing lacy pink boy shorts, the bottom half of your ass peaking below the bottom of the fabric.

I start to rub your ass with my hands, grabbing the sweet flesh and squeezing you. I give you a sharp spank across the right side of your ass, which surprises you, and you inhale sharply, wondering what is in store.

Now I'm rubbing you again, my hand sliding between your thighs to rub back and forth over your pussy. I can feel the fabric is already damp with excitement.

I clamp my hand over your mouth and tell you to be quiet, and we hold still, my body tight against yours, as we watch a couple walk down the path. My other hand is between your legs, with my index finger slowly rubbing back and forth across your clit, slowly getting soaked from your sex. 

You grind hard against my hand. I know you're getting turned on, wondering if this person will turn to look.

At first it seems like they don't see us, but as they get a little farther away, the woman pauses for a moment, and looks back over her shoulder in our direction, a sly smile on her face. 

Your breath is hard on my hand, as you get excited, knowing this stranger is watching from afar. Your panties are getting soaked with your desire. You are so turned on. You start to gasp a little, and wonder if you are going to cum from the excitement.

The stranger's boyfriend has walked ahead, and now calls to the woman to catch up to him. For a moment, she stays still, looking our way. I can't wait any longer for privacy. I reach up and yank your panties down around your knees, exposing that sweet ass for me to rub some more.

I slide my hand down to your pussy, and I finally slide my fingers into you. Quickly pumping in and out of you, as you get more and more excited.

Feeling you this excited is more than I can stand. I quickly unzip my pants, and yank my own boxers down, my cock springing forward.

I stroke myself a few times, and am quickly hard as a rock. I position my cock at the outer edge of your pussy, and slowly slide into you. Filling you inch by inch.

The woman on the path takes a few steps back in our direction. It seems to increase our intensity and passion. 

Your hands still on the tree, you start to moan as I start to fuck you, thrusting hard. My cock covered with your sex as it slides from you, only to plunge back into you again and again.

The woman definitely knows what is happening now, and seems drawn to us, walking closer to where we stand.

The closer she gets to discovering us, the more we both get turned on. The stranger is now standing just outside the copse of trees, looking in hungrily. Her hand has slid beneath her own pants, as she has started to touch herself, watching us with fierce desire.

You start to cum, deep contractions squeezing my cock hard as you explode around me. And I instantly cum, too, our bodies continuing to thrust back and forth, like wild animals.

The stranger moans with desire, as she cums too. She watches us both as I slide out of you, and you turn around, drop to your knees, and start to suck my cock, drinking all the incredible combined juices from our bodies, until my cock is sucked dry. You stand up and start to kiss me passionately, letting me taste everything, too. Our bodies close, our breath still short. Enjoying this incredible passionate moment.

We both look toward the stranger, who slowly brings her own fingers to her lips, sucking her own juices slowly, a smile on her face. She turns to rejoin her friend, with quite a story to tell.



Hiding in the Woods



When I was younger in college I hated football, but things were different now. Every Saturday I made my way down to the football field to watch my local team. I'd go early to ensure that I got a good view. I knew the perfect spot.

My vantage point was just inside the woods besides the field. I had a den of sorts there which concealed me from view whilst allowing me to observe a specific corner of the field, the one farthest away from the rows of spectators. That corner was where the players came to relieve themselves and that's what I was there to watch.

I'd first noticed the footballers peeing in the woods several months back. I'd been out walking alone, as I often did, when I'd been caught short. I ducked into the trees next to the football field to have a sneaky pee but just as I squatted down to relieve myself one of the footballers had come striding towards me. I remember freezing, cowering close to the ground and praying he wouldn't notice me. I felt dreadfully venerable squatting there with my knickers around my ankles and my pussy exposed to the elements. 

I needn't have worried. He stopped mere feet away from me but didn't see me. I held my breath as he proceeded to pull down his shorts and take out his manhood holding it firmly in his hands. He stroked it once then groaned contentedly as he relieved himself, shooting a stream of stinking piss in my direction. The cascade splattered to the ground next to me sending splashes up onto my smooth bare legs and shaved mound. 

The man remained oblivious to my presence as he busied himself emptying his bladder and I let out a sigh of relief when he shook his cock dry and ran back to the playing field.

I breathed hard. I was still in a squatting position and busting for a pee. I tried to relax and release my muscles but I couldn't go. I rubbed my hand across my pussy, stroking it gently to coax it into relaxing. It didn't work but my cunt felt hot and tingled in a strange way. I kept rubbing myself, feeling warm inside and suddenly realised that the sight of the footballer pissing so close to me had turned me on. It was wrong of me to have watched him like that, it was so naughty. My cunt began to burn and I felt the urge to plunge my fingers deep inside it but that would be unthinkable; finger fucking myself in the woods where the footballers might see me? It was too much. I just had to do it. 

I felt my juices flowing as I pushed two fingers slowly inside my vagina and began fingering myself. My fingers moved slowly at first then gained momentum, thrusting frantically back and forth. I felt so bad, so dirty and so hot! A magnificent orgasm crashed through me and I cried out as I released my girl cum along with a wave of hot fragrant pee. The sensation was indescribable and my orgasm rocked me like nothing I'd felt before.

I heard a cough and turned to see a second man approaching, another of the football team. I became silent and concealed myself deep in the undergrowth. Then I watched as he too exposed his privates to me and began peeing. It was mesmerising and turned me on so much. I sat back and gently stroked my wet pussy as I observed him from my lair.

And that's how it started. Now I'm here every Saturday without fail, watching those fat cocks pissing at the trees in the woods where I am hiding. I'm a dirty voyeur, a perverted slut. I finger fuck myself as I watch. Sometimes I get myself off with a drinks bottle and my orgasms wrack me one after another. And I pee myself, I love doing that. It's so liberating. I drink lots of water so I can piss as often as possible. I never wear panties so I sit back on my heels and let it gush out of me whenever I feel the urge. I soak the ground at my feet and dig my bare toes into the wet earth. I love the way that feels it makes my cunt tingle. 

Today was another Saturday and the footballers were training hard. They drank plenty of water as they ran around I had the pleasure of watching six of them relieve themselves in my woods. I drank plenty of water too, keeping my bladder filled up. I peed four times that afternoon and brought myself to orgasm each time. It had been most satisfactory. However, things didn't play out as they normally did.

The football practice was over and players were leaving the field. It was time to go home. I crawled out of my piss soaked hiding place and stretched. Then I pulled up my skirt and opened my legs wide. I needed another pee before I set off for home and I wanted to do this one standing up out in the open. It gave me a thrill and besides, no one would see me, not now. 

I bent my knees a little and licked my middle finger inserting it into my pussy. I could bring myself to orgasm quickly if I rubbed my clit in just the right spot and if I kept rubbing as I peed the sensations were magnified tenfold. 

I relaxed my bladder muscles and squealed as a golden shower fell from between my legs. It felt exquisite. I stroked my clit, bringing myself to orgasm yet again as my pee dropped to the ground and splashed around my feet. I loved the smell of it, the taste of it in the air and the warmth as the last remnants ran down my legs. And the feeling I got, wow that was good!

Suddenly I stopped, my bladder muscles clamping shut. I heard movements behind me, a twig snapping. Alarmed at the intrusion I spun around only to find myself surrounded by six men, all of them staring at me. It was six of the football team and they weren't happy. 

"I told you she'd be here! Fucking little pervert! Look at her pissing herself!" shouted a blond haired football player.

I pulled down my skirt and backed away trembling but an angry looking brown haired man grabbed my arm roughly, holding me in place. I panicked and tears sprang to my eyes. 

"Spying on us again were you? Watching us take a piss! What? Did you think you were invisible?"

"You knew I was here?!" I sobbed, scared by this confrontation. 

"Of course we fucking did!" he yelled back.

I was in big trouble. This situation was bad. I tried to squirm away but a third man with dark hair pushed me roughly to the ground and pinned me down. He sat astride me, holding my arms above my head.

I didn't struggle. There was no point. Resistance wouldn't help me. Honesty seemed like the best policy. Perhaps they'd pity me.

"I like watching you," I confessed, tears rolling down my cheeks. "I get off on it."

It seemed to work. The dark haired man relaxed his grip on me but he didn't let go.

"Oh yeah, is that right!" said a fourth man, walking towards me aggressively. "Let's see how you like this!"

He stood beside my head and pulled down his shorts. 

I watched, helplessly as he took his manhood, held it close to my face and pissed on me. 

His acrid pee hit my forehead, stinging my eyes and running into my mouth. I gagged and spat it out but the saltiness tasted strangely good. I liked it. Fuck how I liked it! No-one had ever peed on me before, I'd merely dreamed about it. Now it was actually happening and I fucking loved it! I couldn't help it. My cunt throbbed fiercely as I opened my mouth wide for more. I got it. A second man fired his golden stream directly into my mouth. It was delicious! I groaned with pleasure as I dared to swallow it. 

The man who had been holding me down grunted with disgust and sprang to his feet to avoid the shower. Freed of my restraints I still didn't move. I wanted to be pissed on. I liked it. I began to writhe and my hands slid down to my cunt. I thrust my fingers deep inside my wet hole instantly triggering a gush of juices as I came, hard.

"Fuck that's good!" I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me. "Do it to me again. Piss all over me!"

I stripped off my dress and undid my bra, releasing my well rounded breasts. I fondled them and tweaked my nipples, feeling so horny that everything pleasured me.

A pair of hands grasped my breasts. Strong male hands. Then a tongue licked and sucked at my nipples. It was bliss.

I lay back and moaned, grinding my hips as my body responded to the intense stimulation. Another wet tongue found my other nipple and a finger pushed into my pussy, probing deep. 

"Oh yes!" I cried, "Fuck me, piss on me, come on me. Do it all!"

I felt so dirty, so naughty and had never had male attention like this before. 

A deep groan escaped from my throat as another jet of pee filled my open mouth sending me into spasms of ecstasy. I drank it down, gulping it fast as it burned my throat.

"On your knees slut!" ordered another voice.

I obeyed, kneeling at the man's feet and opening my mouth wide for more delicious hot piss. A good strong jet showered down onto my tits and sprayed my glistening pussy. 

Hands grabbed me from behind pulling my ass into the air and I moaned excitedly as a rock hard cock rubbed against my clit. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I begged.

I felt the throbbing member push past my pussy lips and smoothly penetrate me, sinking deep into my cunt. I cried out my delirium as I received a good hard fucking whilst another cock pissed more delicious pee into my mouth and over my back. 

I was in heaven. Six men, six fit athletic men were fucking me and pissing on me. I'd never felt so aroused. I'd never felt so desired. 

A man grabbed my face and a swollen cock was pushed into my mouth. I instinctively licked it savouring the taste of the sticky pre-cum. I swirled my tongue around the swollen shaft and squeezed the tip with my teeth. Fuck this was good! I was being fucked in the cunt and the mouth at the same time whilst a third man was furiously jacking off over my piss soaked hair. I could just see him out of the corner of my eye as he ejaculated, shooting his creamy white cum into my long blond locks. He rubbed it in whilst I greedily sucked on the cock in my mouth.

The football player fucking my cunt withdrew and came over my ass. Another man took his place, fucking me hard and banging his balls against me. 

I sucked harder on the cock in my mouth and swallowed back the lovely creamy cum as the man climaxed and shot his load deep into my throat. I hungrily licked his penis clean and continued to suck at it as it softened. My efforts were well rewarded. I dissolved into a state of blissful euphoria as the man released a flood of hot pee deep into my mouth. I swallowed it back and kept swallowing. I couldn't get enough.

Another man took his turn in my soaking cunt and the fucking continued. I was glad. I didn't want it to stop. The third man shot his load over my back, adding his sperm to the sticky fluids I was already liberally spread with. A fourth man took his place. This man fucked me roughly, gripping my thighs and thrusting deep. He paused for a moment and I felt a sharp pain as he inserted a finger up my anus. He finger fucked my ass as he fucked my cunt, hard. I loved it. I wished they'd all done that to me.

The other men backed off, leaving me alone with this one. He was unstoppable. He fucked me and fucked me grunting as he did. I was a piece of meat to him, a dirty little voyeur who needed to be punished. Yes I was; I was a nasty little peeping slut! So punish me! Keep punishing me. Do it more!

The man thrust hard and groaned loudly. His body went rigid as he came inside me, releasing his load as deep as he could. He filled me up with cum, so much that it spewed out as he withdrew, along with my cunt juices. I ran my fingers over my pussy then thrust them into my mouth, licking off the sweet mixture of cum and piss. 

The man sat back on his heels in front of me. He was the same footballer who had first grabbed hold of me, the one who'd been so angry. Now he looked exhausted. 

"That'll teach you to spy on us," he panted. "Hold still, there's one last thing I'm going to do to you, fucking freak." 

He pushed me roughly onto my back then stood over me breathing hard. Then he pissed on me, running his stream up and down my body, soaking me. I began to squirm, writing around in a pool of pungent piss that kept on growing. It was heavenly.

The man's pee slowed and he shook the last drops onto my face. 

I licked my lips, eager to taste him. 

He stared down at me, unsure what to make of the spectacle before him. Then he did something strange. He smiled. I knew it, he loved it too! He casually pulled his shorts back up and stood over me.

"See you next week then," he said quietly, just for my ears.

He re-joined his football buddies leaving me alone, writhing with ecstasy in a pool of piss. See you next week? Definitely! 



Hiding Out in Dixie



I caught the football.

I know I did because I still had a death grip on it when I opened my eyes. I was lying on a hospital bed and my best friend Jim-Bob Wheaten was standing by my side, looking concerned. He told me later that when the Dixon County linebacker hit me at the goal line, everybody thought I was dead. Still, there was celebrating in the stands because the first pass I caught all season resulted in a touchdown and a win over arch rival Dixon County. People in Wolf County, Texas love football even if it sometimes means sacrificing the lives of their young men. 

"You're a hero, Longfellow," Jim-Bob told me excitedly. "They're talking about giving you the keys to the city." 

"That would be great," I said, "but there aren't that many doors in Last Chance."

"Huh?" Jim-Bob said. 

I had grown up in the area around the town of Last Chance, Texas. Years ago Last Chance had a Sears store but it had closed and now it pretty much consisted of the Alamo Café, a dollar store, a feed store, and a closed-up topless bar. It was once said that Charlie Goodnight watered cattle near Last Chance but if he did, the cattle drank all the water. It was also rumored that during the turbulent years of raids across the border, even the Apaches avoided Last Chance because it was too damn depressing.

"I don't even think the doors have locks," I said. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jim-Bob asked. "They keys to the city are symbolic. They're not real. And why are you talking so funny?" 

I wasn't sure what I was saying myself, and I knew I sounded funny. My voice sounded a little like the deep, subdued cadence of the local Methodist Pastor, and not like an eighteen year old high school senior. And all my thoughts were jumbled around in my head along with flashes of memory of the biggest, ugliest human being I had ever seen in a football uniform rushing at me like a freight train. I vaguely remembered thinking the last thing on earth I would ever do was catch a football as the perfectly thrown spiral hit me in the chest at almost the same time as the linebacker. 

"You doctor's down the hall talking to your Dad," Jim-Bob said. "He says you're going to be okay but he wants to keep you for observation overnight. " 

"I've got to take the train in the morning," I said. 

"Huh," Jim-Bob said again. 

"Yeah, I hear it coming around the bend," I said. 

"Oh hell," Jim-Bob said. 

I still sounded like a preacher or a college professor and Jim-Bob looked even more concerned. He left the room hurriedly and returned with a tall, skinny man who looked about fifteen years old and had a stethoscope. There was a man in overalls behind him. 

"Jim-Bob tells me you think you're Johnny Cash," the man with the stethoscope said. 

"Who's Johnny Cash," I said. 

He didn't answer me but he put a light in my eyes, my ears and mouth, and then he listened to my heartbeat with his stethoscope. I still thought he looked fifteen. Also his nose looked too big for his face. I told him so. The doctor shook his head. 

"I thought you said he would be fine," the man in overalls said. 

"He will be. Physically, he's fine. There's some heavy bruising but nothing broken, but he suffered a pretty bad concussion and right now the sedative the paramedics gave him and the concussion are working together to confuse his thoughts. He's probably going to have a really bad headache when the sedative wears off but the confusion will clear up. Right now it's a little bit like he's had a stroke and he's liable to say anything that comes to mind. He'll be okay in the morning and we'll keep a close eye on him tonight." 

"How much is this going to cost, doctor," the man in overalls said. 

"School insurance will pay all the bills, don't worry about that." 

I wondered who the man was and why he was worried about bills. He walked to my bedside and put a hand on my shoulder. His fingers gripped like iron. He looked as tough as a Texas cactus. When he left, I asked Jim-Bob who he was. 

"You don't recognize your own Dad," Jim-Bob said, alarm in his voice. "Doctor, he doesn't know his Dad."

"Get a grip," the doctor said. "He's going to be fine. I understand some of your teammates are over celebrating at the Alamo Café. You should join them. Wolf County hasn't won a football game this year and there might be some appreciative cheerleaders hanging around." 

At the thought of appreciative cheerleaders Jim-Bob's look brightened. He did give me one more sympathetic nod but appreciative cheerleaders win over childhood friendships every time. He was gone almost before the doctor finished speaking. 

"Now I want you to try and get some rest," the doctor told me. 

"Who the hell is Johnny Cash," I said, and he left... laughing. 

Hospitals are places where they wake you up to give you pills to put you to sleep. I still had confusing thoughts when I opened my eyes again. This time a woman was leaning over me. She had a name tag that read Dixie. It was very near my nose, along with her enormous breasts. 

"You have breasts," I said. 

She jumped back from the bed a little and her face burned bright red. 

"Of course I do," she said. "Girls have breasts." 

"Not like yours," I said. "Those are huge." 

"Men," she said. "Even with a concussion." 

"And you smell like vanilla," I said. 

"You never mind how I smell," she said. She giggled like a teenage girl. The giggle was irritating but I looked over it given the fact she was a petite woman with breasts that were too big for her frame stuffed into a starched white uniform that seemed a size too small. When she moved down to the end of the bed to pour water from a plastic container into a plastic glass, I noticed the other side of her looked nice too. 

"Now drink some water and take these pills," she said. "The doctor said it will help your headache." 

'I have a headache?" I questioned. 

"You might," she said. "The doctor said these pills will help."

She leaned over me again and my head reeled with the snug pressure of her big breasts against my arm and the sweet scent of her perfume. 

"Can I feel those?" I asked. 

She looked shocked and then giggled again. "The doctor said you might say some crazy things." 

"But I want to feel them," I insisted. 

"You stop that," she said, avoiding my hands.

The next time she shook me awake, I got a really good look at her face. She was more striking than pretty. Her nose had been broken sometime and she had a slight scar under one eye. Her hair was short and auburn colored. Her eyes were light green. I couldn't guess her age but I thought she was around forty. She was slightly plump but not enough to take away from her desirability. 

My eyes didn't stay on her face very long, not with those amazing breasts so close. Dixie saw me looking and she shook her head. "Okay, now you have to stop this. I know you've had a head injury but you have to stop thinking about my breasts." 

"I just can't believe how big you are up top. I've never seen any so big." 

"You're impossible," she said, and giggled. I could get tired of the giggling very quickly. She walked to the door but then stopped and turned around. "It's not that they are so big but I'm a small woman and they look really big because of it."

"Can I see them?" 

"No, you can't see them," she said. "Now you go to sleep." 

"You'll just wake me up again," I said. 

She did, too. She shook me awake an hour later and made me drink some water and take another pill and she asked me to count her fingers. 

"You have two," I said and I wasn't looking at her fingers." 

She shook her head. "I don't know what to do with you." 

"You could just give me a quick flash," I insisted. 

"Are we going to keep this up all night?" she asked. "I'm not going to show you my breasts." 

"But I caught the winning touchdown," I said. 

"Yes, you did," and for a moment she actually looked impressed. People in Wolf County do love football. For a moment I thought she might change her mind and show them to me, but then she shook her head and left the room. 

I think it was an hour before daylight before all the synapses in my brain came back together or something and I really knew who I was and where I was, and then I remembered all the things I had been saying during the night. When Dixie came to wake me, I was already wake and blushing. 

She gave me water to drink and another pill to take and I realized something was different. It took me a second but then it was obvious she was no longer wearing anything under the uniform. Her large breasts shook as she leaned over the bed holding my water cup and I could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric. She giggled at my expression. Lord, I could learn to hate that giggle. It was like fingernails scraping a chalk blackboard. 

"Okay," she said. "You said you'd be good and you have been so you get one free look. You just get to look. And you can't ever tell anybody. A girl could get a reputation, you know." 

I didn't remember making any kind of bargain with her but I wasn't about to argue. I sat on the edge of the hospital bed looking at her in amazement as she reached up casually and unzipped the top of her nurse's uniform. She peeled it down and she wore no bra underneath and a couple of the largest, most shapely breasts I had ever seen popped free. Well, honestly I hadn't seen breasts except in magazines and in the occasional movie, but Dixie's compared well to any I had ever seen. They were big but firm and her nipples were the size of silver dollars. She had a few freckles along the top but it didn't detract from the over-all creamy look. I licked my lips. 

"Okay, that's enough," Dixie said, zipping back up quickly. "I paid my debt. An orderly will be here in a wheelchair in a minute. Your Dad's waiting downstairs." 

One look at Dixie's breasts and I think my synapses were messed up again. I kept seeing her breasts jiggling in my mind's eye as I was wheeled downstairs. My Dad waited on me beside his pick-up truck. My Dad is nearly as tall as I am and just as lean. He has a no-nonsense manner. My Dad was a former Texas Ranger who settled near Last Chance after marrying his high school sweetheart. Mom passed away when I was ten, and he had never married again. 

"You got lucky catching that ball, Longfellow," my Dad said. 

"Yes sir," I said. 

"But you held onto it afterwards and I'm damn proud of you for that."

I sat with Jim-Bob in the bleachers of the high school stadium in the bright afternoon sunshine. One of the real football players was running on the track and he waved at me as he passed. The Wolf County drum majorettes and cheerleaders were practicing on the field. 

"He got a scholarship to play for the Aggies," Jim-Bob said. "They should have given you a scholarship." 

"I caught one football all year," I reminded him. "I'm almost the slowest receiver on our team." 

"But you've got good hands," Jim-Bob said. 

I nodded. I was never going to play football again and Jim-Bob knew it. One near-death experience was enough. And there wasn't much of a chance I was going to college without a scholarship because I could not afford tuition. My Dad seldom had cash money. We ate well because we grew our own vegetables and slaughtered a beef cow every year, but real folding money was hard to come by. I had my dreams but in another few months I would probably be in the Army like most of other boys who grew up in Last Chance. 

"So tell me about the nurse," Jim-Bob said. 

"Come on Jim-Bob. I've told you about her a dozen times." 

"Yeah, but I like hearing about it. You really did it in your hospital bed?'

"Yeah," I said. 

Okay, so I slightly exaggerated the night's events. I was originally going to tell Jim-Bob about the ten-second flashing incident but somehow the story got out of hand. Then Jim-Bob started embellishing it and I sort of agreed, and things really escalated from there. I had forgotten what a big mouth Jim-Bob had. Now it seemed like the entire school knew, and some of the older female teachers were giving me funny looks and some of the male teachers were grinning at me. It was kind of scary how fast a rumor could spread. 

The truth was the quick glimpse of Dixie's breasts had been the first real woman's flesh I had seen in my entire life. A girl named Becky Gunner had let me play with hers once in the back seat of an old abandoned car down near Gunner's Meal Emporium, but Becky's were like nubs compared to Dixie's. 

"Man, what did she look like?" Jim-Bob asked, just as he had asked a dozen times since hat night. 

"She had really big breasts," I said. 

I had told the story so much; I was starting to believe it myself. At night I was having visions of her taking off her nurse's uniform completely and sliding into bed with me. I woke up feeling stiff every morning. 

But I was also getting a little tired of talking about it. I kind of wished I had not started it in the first place. I even felt a little guilty. Dixie had been nice, except for the giggling, and I had heard the administrator of the hospital had called her on the carpet. I had not intended for that to happen and I hoped Jim-Bob would just forget it. 

Down below a car pulled into the no-cars allowed section of the stadium. Wolf County Sheriff Leroy Jordan unfolded himself from the front seat and took a moment to look at the cheerleaders before turning and starting up the stadium steps to where we were sitting. He was a short, stocky man in jeans, cowboy boots, a uniform shirt and a worn Stetson hat. Like my Dad, he was a former Marine and like my Dad, a former Texas Ranger. He has the same no-nonsense quality as my Dad. 

He reached us and nodded with his head at Jim-Bob and Jim-Bob scurried away without protest. Sheriff Jordon sat down beside me and took his hat off. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his head and put the hat back on. 

"Good morning, Longfellow," he said. "That was some touchdown you made. People around here are going to be talking about it for a long time." 

"Yes sir," I said. I was sure Sheriff Jordon hadn't walked up the steps to talk about football. 

"Have you given any thought to what you're going to do when you graduate this year?" he asked me. 

"I've been thinking about the Army, sir," I said. 

"The Army's a good idea," he said. "A young man can mature a lot in the Army. You can travel some, and see the world. Course, that's all depending if you live long enough to join, which right now is doubtful." 

I always knew Sheriff Jordan had a dry sense of humor but it didn't sound like he was making a joke. His eyes were on the field below and the cheerleaders and there was not even a hint of amusement on his sun-weathered face. 

"Excuse me," I said. 

Sheriff Jordan stretched his long legs out in front of him. "You ever hear of a man named Hoss Beckman?' 

Everybody in Wolf County knew about the Beckman's. If there was any kind of crime, from burglary to auto theft, the Beckman's were probably involved. And they multiplied like rabbits. I went to school with some Beckman's. There were even Beckman's on the football team. I didn't remember one named Hoss, and I told the Sheriff. 

"He's not from around here. He's part of the Beckman clan from Alabama. If possible, they're even more white trash than the ones from Texas. He played football in high school and got a scholarship at a school up north. He did okay for a while. He married a girl from Ohio, but the marriage didn't work. Neither did his college career. He got into some trouble and ended up going to jail. His wife divorced him while he was in jail and she moved to Georgia where she worked at a hospital and started dating a doctor. They let him out of the jail and he headed for Georgia where he broke the doctor's legs and was in the process of running over the doctor's head with the doctor's own SUV when the police got to him. He also knocked his ex-wife around a bit. It seems like he's got a bad jealous streak and he's unable to accept the fact that his wife divorced him."

I was beginning to get a very bad feeling.

"Hoss got ten years for the crime but last week, with the help of his cousin Willie, he broke out and the rumor is he's heading this way." 

"But why is he coming this way?" I asked, even though I was afraid I already knew the answer. 

Sheriff Jordan gave me a sad look. "Word is around town that you spent your night in the hospital banging the brains out of a cute nurse named Dixie. Is that the truth?"

I thought about lying but only for a second. Like my father, one did not lie to Sheriff Jordan. 

"The story might have gotten exaggerated a little," I admitted. 

Sheriff Jordan made a sound half-way between a snort and a laugh. Yeah, well it doesn't make a hell of a lot of difference now if it was the truth or not. That nurse is Beckman's ex-wife. She moved here after Georgia." 

I think I still might have been having trouble with concussion for it took a moment for it all to sink in.

"Oh Lord," I said quietly, prayerfully. 

Sheriff Jordan nodded. "Yeah, prayer might help. It might also help if you pray while running just as fast as you can. I figure Hoss is going to greatly pissed at you." 

"What do you think he'll do?" I asked. 

Sheriff Jordan chuckled and slapped his knee. "That's a good one, boy. What do I think he's going to do? Hell, boy, he's going to tear your head off and shove it up your stupid ass." My Dad and Sheriff Jordan came up with a plan. They discussed it on our front porch, sipping malt whiskey and eating peanuts from a can. 

"The best place is my old cabin out at Crippled Creek," Sheriff Jordan said. "I can run up there tomorrow and take some clothes and stock it with groceries. Then Sunday afternoon after church I'll pick your boy up and run him out there. He'll have to miss some school but he'll be safe enough there."

"Probably be best to take the shotgun too," Dad suggested. 

"Hopefully he won't shoot anything important off," Sheriff Jordan said.

"Might be an improvement," Dad said. 

He looked at me and I didn't care for what I saw in his eyes. My Dad believed all women should be treated like ladies and my talking about Dixie was not an honorable thing, even if it had really happened. More and more he was looking at me like something that had crawled out from under a rock. I was sure Sheriff Jordan had the same opinion. 

"You keep the shotgun with you at all times," he said. "I don't think Beckman has a hope in hell of finding you but if the worse happens and he does, that old cabin is pretty sturdy and it's got good locks. A man would have to make a lot of noise breaking the door down and by then you'd be ready for him. Just use good common sense and you'll be fine." 

"Good common sense might be in short supply where he's concerned," my father said. 

I somehow got through the next two days of school and through all my chores on Saturday, but I was walking around constantly looking over my shoulder and jumping at the slightest sound. Jim-Bob kept asking me what was wrong, but I didn't explain. I had already gotten into enough trouble talking to Jim-Bob. On Sunday afternoon I met Sheriff Jordan in the gravel parking lot behind the church. He was in his personal car, a battered old Volkswagen beetle that had seen better days. I was surprised to see Dixie sitting in the passenger seat. She wore a pair of shorts and man's shirt and tennis shoes. She didn't look all that happy to see me. 

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Dixie asked. 

"Keeping you both together is the safest way," Sheriff Jordan said. "The cabin's a little primitive but it's got two bedrooms, a kitchen and an inside bath. The best thing is that you can see for miles around and if you keep the front door locked, nobody's going to sneak up on you. And remember that this is only until we catch Beckman. I don't think he can stay free for long with so many people looking for him." 




Hiding Out in Dixie



Dixie nodded but I could tell she was far from reassured. 

I rode in the cramped back seat all the way to the cabin. Nobody talked very much. I had not realized I was going to be spending my time in the cabin with Dixie as company. It had interesting possibilities. 

Sheriff Jordan's cabin was about as far away from Last Chance as it could get and still be in Texas. It was formerly an old miner's cabin back when people still thought there was gold in Crippled Creek. For a while it had been used by the border patrol and they had installed the inside bath and the small outbuilding with a fairly powerful generator for electricity. Sheriff Jordan had bought it and modernized it even more. Now there were two windows in the front but they were not large enough for a man to wiggle through. Inside he put a couple of celling fans that kept it surprisingly cool. The inside bedroom doors were made of a flimsy plywood but the front door was heavy, solid and reassuring. It would take a tank to break down that door. 

"There's a television but all you can get is one news channel," Sheriff Jordan said, "but there's also a VCR and I've got a collection of old movies in the box by the door. Most of them are old westerns but you might find something in there to watch." Sheriff Jordan turned to me and his face grew deathly serious. "Remember when you are inside to keep the door locked and keep the shotgun with you at all times. Nobody's going to sneak up on you unless he's an Apache." 

"There are Indians out here?" Dixie said, with new alarm in her voice. 

I was beginning to realize Dixie wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer. But I was wrong about her being plump because her bare legs were strong, sturdy and shapely, and the look of plumpness was because she had such a small frame and she was so big on top. 

"No Indians," Sheriff Jordan assured her. He took from his pocket a cell phone and handed it to me. "This is one of those pre-packaged things. I think you've got like ten minutes talking time. Don't waste it but call me if it's necessary. I'm going to keep a Sheriff's car around the area so one glimpse of Beckman and we'll be here." 

"Okay," I said. 

I admit I felt a little less than safe when I watched Sheriff Jordan drive away. He was right about one thing. There was nothing to see but flat, empty land in every direction. The cabin sat on the bank of Crippled Creek, a narrow stream that ran for sixty or seventy miles down to the Rio Grande. Across the creek I could see a cropping of large rocks and shrubbery. I figured I would take a walk later and check it out but for now I went back into the cabin and carefully locked the door behind me. 

The cabin had been well stocked but the most important thing was lying on the bed I would use in the small back bedroom: a Remington 810 pump shotgun with two boxes of double-ought buckshot. I loaded the shotgun and put it in the corner near the bed where I could quickly retrieve it if necessary. 

A well-worn dresser nearby was stocked with underwear, socks, and three pair of jeans. A shaving bag on top of the dresser had soap, comb, shaving cream, razor and extra blades. Sheriff Jordan had thought of everything. In the kitchen Dixie had opened some canned soup and put it on a small stove to simmer. 

"I got hungry," Dixie said. "You want some." 

"Sure." 

I checked out the small Sears refrigerator and it was well stocked with eggs, milk, vegetables, fruit and a few steaks in the freezer; all the comforts of home. The cupboard under the kitchen sink held plastic plates, bowls, cups, utensils, and napkins. Dixie poured chicken noodle soup into two bowls and we sat at the table and ate. One of the small windows was above the kitchen sink and I could see everything in front of the cabin for a long distance, but already the shadows were deepening and soon it would be inky-black. 

I finished my soup and went to the front door and checked again to make sure it was locked. 

"You want to watch a movie or something?" Dixie said. 

"I'll see what I can find," I said. 

Dixie dumped the plastic trash into the trash container and washed out the pot while I went through the sack. Most of the movies were very old. I put in an old western with John Wayne and we sat on the couch to watch. Dixie did not sit close but close enough for me to feel the warmth of her body. I started remembering that even half-delirious, I had talked Dixie into opening her uniform. I wondered what I could talk her into now that we were alone. I was admiring Dixie's legs and the thrust of her breasts underneath the man's shirt when I realized Dixie was actually enraptured by the old western movie. 

"I didn't know John Wayne could sing," she said. 

I didn't have the heart to tell her the voice of Sandy, the singing cowboy, was dubbed. 

When the movie was finished, Dixie turned to me. She folded her knee up on the couch as her dark eyes studied my face for a moment. 

"Why did you say those awful things about me?" Dixie asked. 

I knew the question was coming and I had already rehearsed in my mind how I was going to answer. I had a dozen really good explanations that I thought would impress her. In other words, I was going to lie. 

Instead I found myself saying, "I don't know, Dixie. You are just so sexy. I was just going to tell Jim-Bob about you showing me your breasts but I kind of added some stuff to it.' 

"I'll say," Dixie said. "Hoss is going to be really furious when he hears. He'll never believe the truth.' 

I put my hand on Dixie's knee. "Since he'll never believe the truth and since we're here together, why don't we...?" 

Dixie actually seemed to consider the idea for a moment but then she moved my hand away. "I'm old enough to be your Mom, and I'm not one of those, what you call them?"

"Milf's," I suggested. 

"Yes, I'm not one of those. I'm not a Mom. I'm just a woman who married the wrong guy and I've been regretting it ever since." 

"Well, maybe you could show them to me again," I suggested. 

"All you men are alike," Dixie said, snorting in disgust. She stood up and jerked the man's shirt up for a quick glimpse of her breasts encased in a plain white bra. "There. Satisfied? We are about to be murdered in our beds and all you can think about is these."

She turned on her heel and pranced into her room and slammed the door shut behind her. She was wrong, though. Her breasts were not all I could think about. She had a really nice ass too. 

In the morning I caught Dixie starting to open another can of soup. 

"I don't want soup for breakfast," I said. 

"It's all I know how to cook," Dixie wailed. 

I shook my head sadly. "Technically, boiling soup is not cooking. Why don't you take your shower and I'll make breakfast." 

"Okay," she said. 

Dad and I shared the cooking chores and I made a great Texas omelet. I put coffee on to boil and then chopped up onions, tomatoes, cheese and peppers and mixed them together with a few large eggs. I had the table set by the time Dixie got out of the shower. She wore a pair of cut-off jeans and a green t-shirt with a picture of a rodeo horse on the front. I was disappointed because I could see the outline of her bra straps underneath the shirt. I was hoping she might have left it off. 

After breakfast, I suggested taking a walk out back. I wanted to check out the rocks and shrubs across the creek. 

"Do you think it's safe?" she asked. 

"In the daylight we can see anybody coming for miles," I said. "And I'll take the shotgun. We'll be safe enough. We'll go crazy if we stay cooped up in here all the time." 

She nervously agreed. I took my own shower and put on fresh underwear and clean jeans. Dixie took my free arm as we left the cabin and she snuggled up against me. I am not sure she even thought about what she was doing. I think she felt less nervous being close. 

We walked down to the creek and found a way to cross on some stepping stones. It would have been safe enough to cross in the water but our feet would have gotten wet. On the other side Dixie did take off her shoes and socks and put her bare feet in the water. I liked looking at her legs as she stood in the water, and the curve of her ass. She was an eighteen year old boy's wet dream come true. 

"It's colder than I thought," she said. 

She put her shoes and socks back on and we went farther. A narrow trail went up a slight embankment and through the crevice of the rocks. We went through it. The narrow crevice opened up into a large spacious cavern open to the sky but surrounded on all sides by rocks. Years ago someone had built a fire and a circle of blackened rocks remained. I wondered if some Texas outlaw had used this place for a hideout. 

"You could hold off an Army in here," I said. 

"What?" Dixie asked. 

"There's only one way in and out. A guy with a shotgun could hold off an Army coming through that narrow gap. Of course, if they climbed up the rock on either side they would be able to shoot down into the opening, but if there was just one guy chasing you and you hid in here, you could hold him off forever." 

"You mean like Hoss chased us in here?"

"Yes." 

Dixie looked like she was thinking deeply. 

We walked back to the cabin. I was careful to lock the door. It was already getting hot outside but the generator kept the ceiling fans turning. There was little else to do and we watched another old western. There was plenty of room on the old, sagging couch but Dixie chose to sit practically in my lap. Evidently she had decided to forgive me for telling everyone we had sex, and with those big soft breasts against my arm, it was all I could do not to grab them. I stretched and put my arm on the couch behind her head like I used to do with Becky Gunner. I put my hand on Dixie's shoulder and then stretched my fingers so that I only a few inches away from one of her big nipples. 

The movie was not that good but in the end the singing cowboy corralled the bad guys and Dixie squealed and sat up straighter and my hand was suddenly full of hot, creamy breast, protected only by a thin piece of cloth. Dixie looked down at my hand and at me and started to move and I said, "No. Stay there." 

I was really pleading with her to stay but my voice came out with a more commanding tone and it was like it had a hypnotic effect on her. For a moment her eyes went soft, like an obedient puppy dog, and she settled back into my arms without another comment. I took a chance and kissed the soft skin of her neck while I caressed her breast and tweaked her nipple a little. She didn't make a sound of protest. 

The problem was I didn't know where to go next. Oh, I knew what I wanted to do but I wasn't sure exactly how to get there and I didn't know how she would react if I really started kissing her and trying to get her out of her clothes. So I just sat there and played with her breast for a while, kissing her neck now and then. 

Finally, my arm was getting cramped and Dixie said she was hungry. I didn't want another can of soup so I sliced some ham and cut up some pickles and onions and tomatoes and we had ham sandwiches. Sheriff Jordon had stocked some chips and snack crackers and even a couple of bottles of cheap wine. I opened one of the bottles and we had red wine with our sandwiches. 

Afterwards I found a music station on the small radio, we sat on the couch and sipped some more red wine, and I put my arm around her again. The wine actually had a pretty good taste. I dropped my hand to her breast again and Dixie didn't struggle so I squeezed a little. Dixie looked up at my hand but she did nothing but take another sip of wine. 

"How did you ever get mixed up with a guy like Hoss Beckman anyway," I asked. 

Dixie shrugged. "I met him at a party one night. I was in nursing school. He was the big football hero and all the girls thought he was cute. He asked me out and I said yes. He was really nice to me for a while and I didn't know how mean he could be." Dixie shivered. "He's a very scary man." 

"So I understand," I said.

I leaned over and kissed Dixie on the neck. She turned her head and I found her lips. Her mouth opened and we tongue-kissed for a while. I slipped my hand underneath her shirt and tried to underneath her bra. For the first time she struggled against me. 

"We can't do this, Longfellow," she said. "It's not right." 

"You make me so hot, Dixie," I said. 

"I'm too old for you," she protested. 

"No, you're perfect for me," I said. 

It went like for a while. Between sips of wine Dixie would push me away, hold my hand, protest slightly, but she didn't forcefully try to stop me, even when I got her bra unhooked. I got my hand under the material and felt her hot, creamy flesh and I started running my fingers over her hard nipple. 

I kept kissing her neck and biting her gently. I tried to do things that would make her hot. I'm not sure if I was succeeding because she didn't suddenly become a raging nympho tearing at my clothes. She didn't do anything at all but sip her wine with her eyes closed and let me play with her. 

I took a chance and pulled up her shirt and then her bra to her neck and I bent and licked her nipple. I thought she was going to resist but she put her hand behind my head and urged me closer. I opened my mouth and took her nipple in between my teeth and tugged on it gently. I think it got to her because she gasped. I started sucking at her a little harder and squeezing her other nipple in my fingers. My cock was so hard it was hurting but when I dropped my hand between her legs, she jumped back. 

"No, we can't," she said. 

"I'm hurting Dixie," I said and grabbed her hand and pressed it against me. "You've got me really worked up." 

Dixie shook her head. "No, I can't let you make love to me. It wouldn't be right." 

"Do something for me," I said. 

She stopped fighting me and let her hand rest on my cock. She squeezed me and I groaned. I kissed her mouth for the first time and pushed my tongue between her lips. She let me tongue kiss her for a few minutes and then she pulled back. 

"If I do something for you, you can't ever tell," she said 

"Of course not," I promised, which was kind of stupid because she already knew what my promises were worth since I had bragged to Jim-Bob that I fucked her. 

"I won't let you make love to me," she said again.

She undid my zipper. Her hot hand slipped inside my jeans and she found my cock and expertly maneuvered it from my jockey shorts and out the hole. She tightened her grip on the base of my cock and jerked it a couple of times. I thought maybe she was going to jerk me off but then she did something that took me completely by surprise. She put her head in lap and took my cock into her mouth all the way to my balls. 

Dixie possessed a really fat tongue and her lips and tongue around my cock was an incredible sensation, not to mention that liquid in her mouth felt like hot oil. She drew her head back slowly and looked up at me. 

"Now you really can't tell anybody about this," she said seriously. "A girl has to watch out for her reputation."

She swallowed me again, I felt cramped and I reached down and undid my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. I moved my shorts out of the way and Dixie immediately pulled her head back and started licking down the length of my shaft. She licked my balls and then back up again. Once again she swallowed me and started to bob her head. 

I had been waiting too long. On about the third bob I warned her but she was on the down bob and there was no time for her to get away even if she'd wanted too. I think I yelled as I spurted hotly into her mouth. She gasped a little and then started swallowing as fast as she could. She was forced to swallow until her jaws ached because I had a lot to give her. When my balls tightened the last time and I leaked the rest of my cream into her mouth, she drew her head back and reached for her glass of wine. She drank the rest of the wine down in a couple of gulps. Her eyes were tearing up. 

"I almost choked," Dixie gasped. 

I reached between her legs. She grew stiff but then she shrugged and her thighs opened a little and I thought she was going to give in. I stroked through her jeans for a moment but then she pushed me violently away. 

"No more of that," she whispered. "No more." 

She ran into her room and closed the door. She didn't come out anymore, not even when I knocked on her door and asked if she wanted supper. 

In the morning we had milk and cereal and Dixie left enough hot water for me to shave. I admit I didn't have much more than stubble. I was feeling pretty good. I had gotten my first blowjob the night before, and I had a feeling that Dixie's defenses were coming down. I sensed I was getting a little farther with her every time. 

After breakfast, we went for another walk. Dixie talked. I learned more about her childhood, her schooling and her friends than I ever needed to know. I figured it was something to do with being born in Ohio. Texas girls don't talk so much. 

We crossed over the creek and walked back to where we found an old burnt out car and then we turned and walked back. Dixie stayed close to me. She still looked uncomfortable with me holding the shotgun but I sure wasn't going to let it get out of my sight. I put my arm around her and let my hand stray down to her ass. She moved my hand a couple of times but she still wasn't going to get far away. 

There really wasn't much to do we watched another movie and ate some raisin bread. In the afternoon we had one of those unexpected thunder storms. It rained hard for twenty seconds and then it stopped. After the rain, it always seemed hotter than before and we stayed inside. 

I turned on the television and we found the news station. I was only half listening to it when the name of Hoss Beckman was mentioned. It seemed Hoss and his cousin Willie had run a road block put up by Texas Rangers and there was a high speed chase. Their car had been wrecked but they had somehow managed to escape. One of the Rangers was injured. When the announcer mentioned the name of the town, I saw Dixie go pale again. The Beckman's were only a few miles away from us. 

I thought she was going to be sick. She crossed her hands over her stomach and she shook. I sat beside her and put my arm around her and she snuggled against me. Her teeth were chattering. 

"You can't let him find me," she whispered. "He almost killed me last time. Please don't let him find me. Please keep me safe." 

"I'll protect you," I promised, although I wasn't sure about how much protection I would be. 

Dixie was really scared and I found out something about Dixie. When Dixie was really scared, she became even more pliable and obedient and clingy. She followed me around like a lost puppy and she kept touching me as if to reassure herself I was still there. And if I wanted to play with her breast or squeeze a plump cheek, she did not try to move away anymore. Somehow I knew deep down I was going to get laid that night. 

We spent the day watching television, reading books and kissing and hugging. . Dixie had acted pretty tough about the whole situation, but now that the Beckman's were getting closer, I could see real fear in her eyes. We went for an evening stroll and she stayed glued to me the entire walk. I didn't mind. I encouraged it by putting my arm around her waist and squeezing. I moved my hand up from her waist and cupped her breast. She did not protest. It was sweet to be able to feel a real woman up without even a word of protest. We walked across the river and up through the narrow crevice in the rocks to the little clearing. 

"You could really keep me safe in here?" Dixie asked. Her voice trembled. Moonlight reflected off the high rocks beside us and Dixie pressed tightly against me. My cock grew stiff. 




Hiding Out in Dixie



"Of course I could," I said. "There's only one way in here and that's through the gap. Like I said before, with this shotgun I could hold off an Army." 

Dixie slid her hand down and her fingers traced the outline of my cock. 

"I'm scared, Longfellow," she said. "He's a very bad man. Please keep me safe." 

"You'll be fine with me," I assured her.

Dixie slipped down to her knees. She sucked my cock the night before and it had been wonderful but there was a desperate need in the way she went after my cock this time. I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to suck my cock for me to keep her safe, but I didn't. Hell, opportunity doesn't knock that often in Last Chance Texas. 

I stepped back and rested my back was against the rocks and she pulled my jeans and shorts to my knees and my already stiff prick slapped her in the cheek. She opened her mouth and took just the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds. Her thick tongue swirled all around the head and down the side to my balls and then back up again. She swallowed me as she had the night before; sucking me so deep into the back of her throat, I thought she would choke. 

She got into the same sucking motion as the night before but this time she used her tongue, lips, teeth, and all with a sense that I might not protect her if she did not make it the best blowjob ever. Her lips started a wet sound as she sucked enthusiastically, and her spit and my precum dripped down the sides of my cock and her mouth. It was getting a little darker but I could see her face in the moonlight. At times she would pull her head back, grin up at me, and then take my cockhead into her cheek, puffing it out as she used her tongue to swirl around some more. 

I could not take anymore, I grabbed her head and began thrusting myself, fucking her sweet face, and she relaxed and let me direct her movements. I felt myself coming and I did not warn her this time because I wanted her to take it all, every drop. I wanted to see her gasping at the release of my cream. I moaned something and grabbed her head and it was so intense it was the like the inside of my cock ripped out and poured into her mouth. She managed to swallow every drop so maybe I did not come as much as the night before or maybe it was because she was so desperate to pleasure me. Whatever the reason, it felt damned good. It was dark by the time we made our way back to the cabin with Dixie jumping at every sound. 

"I'm curious about something, Dixie," I asked her. "Why are you so scared now? You weren't this scared before." 

"It's because I can feel him," she whimpered. "I know he's close. I didn't feel him so close before." 

"Well, I've got the shotgun," I said. 

She nodded. "I'm sorry. He just scares me. Can I be in your bed tonight? I don't want to be alone." 

I almost shouted halleluiah. 

I went to bed early and Dixie followed. She dropped her robe on the floor. She was wearing her panties. I had already taken all my clothes off and she lifted up the covers to slide underneath beside me. 

"Take the panties off," I said. 

It was Dixie's last bastion of defense but she knew she was lost and she shrugged and slipped the panties down her legs and kicked them off. She quickly slipped into the bed beside me and I put my arm around her and started fondling one of her breasts again. 

"You want me to suck you again?" she asked me. 

"I want to be inside you," I said. 

She didn't answer me but her head went under the covers and she took me into her mouth. Again it was the sensation of hot liquid oil and her full tongue caressing. There was already heat in my balls but her earlier sucking had taken the edge off and now I wanted some serious fucking... 

I rolled half over on my side and pressed my knee between her legs and she spread wider and allowed me to press against her. I rubbed with my knee as I sucked her nipple and in a moment her body started moving with me, her mound bucking gently against my knee. I pulled my knee back and put my hand where my knee had been and I found her wet. I explored with my fingertips, she opened and bucked up, and two of my fingers slid as easily into her as a knife through butter. 

I heard her moan softly as I stroked her. She reached down, grabbed my cock, and tugged on it until I moved over on top of her. She did all the work. She slid her bottom around on the bed until she was in the right position, opened her thighs a little wider and bucked up and then it was my cock sliding deeply into her. 

Oh, it was heavenly sweet. I backed up and gave another hard thrust. I filled her, she wrapped her arms around my back and then lifted her legs, and I was in somehow deeper. She made little groaning sounds each time I thrust and I was making some noises myself, halfway between an animalistic grunt and joyous laughter. I was fucking. I was finally fucking a woman, her big, soft breasts were flat against my chest, and her ass was moving slowly and sensuously as she drew me into her each time. 

I kissed her mouth hard and I felt it when she gave way into a shuddering climax and her little groaning sounds became yelps of pleasure. I lost all control and I pounded her as hard and as fast as I could and I really did feel like shouting when I felt cum shooting up from my balls and into her wet, hot cavern. 

I fixed us omelets the next morning while Dixie took her shower. I was whistling while I worked. Hot damn, I felt good. When Dixie came out of the bath with that towel wrapped around her, I turned my head and said, "Drop the towel," and she did without hesitation. 

I woke up to a very different Dixie than the one who had gotten into my bed night before. This Dixie was softer and more willing to do anything I asked. This morning she woke me with her mouth on my cock and I let her finish me that way. Now I was thinking about other things I might get her to for me, all those sweet, hot fantasies that I had always had. 

"Turn around for me, Dixie," I said 

She turned around and showed me her ass and damn if I was not getting hard again. 

"Come here," I said. 

Dixie walked toward me with tentative steps. I knew what I wanted. Jim-Bob had once told me a story about going early one morning to pick up some eggs from a nearby farmer and hearing some moaning noises, he looked in the kitchen window and saw the farmer's wife face down over the kitchen table getting it hard from behind from her husband. I thought Jim-Bob was making it up but it still a damn exciting story, and now I wondered what it would feel like. Hell, there was no time like the present to find out.  

"Lean over the table," I told Dixie. 

I had my jeans on, no shirt and shoes and I reached down, unzipped myself, and pulled out my cock. I took her hand and pressed it against me and her eyes widened as she realized what I was planning. She wrapped her fingers around me and stroked until I grew stiff and then she lay down on the kitchen table, her face at the crook of her elbow. 

I stepped behind her and positioned myself and slid once more into that sweet fiery pussy of hers. Sometimes the fantasy is better than the reality but this was some sweet fucking. I guess a man likes to feel that he's really in control and that the woman is his for the taking and I knew Dixie was, no matter what I wanted, and it made me hard as hell. 

I wanted to take my time but the omelets were still sizzling and there was going to plenty of time for another time, and I started fucking her piston-fast, feeling the surge of power and cum and I actually said out loud, "Ride um, cowboy," as I slammed into one last night. 

It was sweet, so damned sweet, and then I raised my head and looked right into the bloodshot, murderous eyes of Hoss Beckman. I caught only a glimpse of a short, weasel faced man standing behind him that I knew had to be cousin Willie, and I thought of two things simultaneously. I remembered I had been so excited about the chance of fucking Dixie that I had forgotten to lock the front door when we had come back from her walk the night before, and I remembered I had left the shotgun leaning up against the wall by the bed. 

Dixie saw him at the same time I did and she screamed. I jerked back out of her because she was flopping like a hooked bass and I didn't want to get anything torn off in the process. I turned to run for the shotgun only Dixie slid under my arms, scampered into the bedroom a step ahead of me, and closed the door in my face. And locked the damn thing. 

"Oh crap," I said. 

"Get him, Hoss," Willie yelled. . 

I heard Hoss grunt and a heavy hand fell on my shoulder. His fingers felt like a vise and I imagined I felt my collarbone cracking. In a panic, I twisted away from the hand and grabbed the skillet. I slammed it against his head and heard him grunt again. He stepped away from me, rubbing at his eyes. Onion, eggs and tabasco covered his face. I ducked under the table and Willie ducked with me. Willie was not big enough to make a difference and I hit him with my shoulder and knocked him backwards. I scrambled out on the other side of the table. Hoss reached for me again but I kept the table between us and one eye out for Willie. 

"You get away from me, Hoss Beckman," Dixie screamed through the door. "I've got a gun and I'll use it." 

"You ain't got no fucking gun," Hoss said. 

I had mental vision a moment before it happened and I dropped flat to the kitchen floor as Dixie pulled the trigger. I heard someone scream as the bedroom door was torn away and I looked up to see Dixie standing in the doorway with her hands over her ears. It took a moment to comprehend that yes, her hands were over her ears and the damned shotgun was lying on the floor beside her. 

"Run, Dixie," I shouted. 

The shotgun blast tore the door off the hinges, and there was enough room for Dixie to get by. She didn't need to be told twice and she took off like a cougar-startled antelope. Hoss was still trying to figure out what happened. Hoss was standing a little left of the door when Dixie fired, and one arm was a little bloody but not badly damaged. Willie had taken the force of the blast. At the time Willie had been climbing across the kitchen table trying to get at me and the buckshot had damn near ripped his legs off. He was on his back, rocking and holding his legs and whimpering like a puppy. 

I thought of going for the shotgun but if Hoss grabbed hold of me, I knew I'd never escape again. I took off after Dixie. I remembered I didn't have any shoes as soon as I got outside. With a yelp, I felt something sharp crunch beneath my toes and then a pointy rock cut skin, but then Hoss Beckman was breathing down my neck and I took off. I saw Dixie a hundred feet ahead of me, the pretty, plump cheeks of her ass already starting to redden from the sun and I thought she was going to have a hell of a case of sunburn. I had a fleeting thought that I should turn and face Beckman, sacrifice myself to save Dixie but like I said....it was a fleeting thought. 

Dixie reached the river first and she stopped. 

"What the hell are you doing?" I yelled. 

Dixie ignored me and I reached her just as she pitched the rock at Hoss like a New York Yankee pitcher trying to strike out a rookie in the bottom half of the ninth in the World Series. She had a good arm. She hit Hoss right in the nose, and it stopped him for a moment. He wiped his sleeve across his face and came away with a smear of blood. 

"That hurt," he said, in an accusing, whining little boy's voice. 

I hit him with a frying pan, and Dixie had shot hell out of him but I think he was insulted by the rock. He came toward us again and I grabbed a rock of my own. I missed. Dixie hit him again but he was still wasn't stopping so we both turned and headed for the other side. I should have told Dixie to run for the road but I realized too late, she was headed up the embankment for the crevice between the rocks. Once there, there was no way out. 

"Oh hell no, Dixie," I yelled desperately. "Not that way. Run around. Don't go through the rocks." 

"But she ran straight up the embankment and through the narrow crevice. I thought momentarily about leaving her there, about trying for the road, but there comes a time in every man's life when he has to do the honorable thing. My record so far in the honor department was lousy, but I knew I could not leave Dixie to the mercy of a man like Hoss Beckman. I followed her into the crevice. Dixie was jumping up and down excitedly. Damn, her breasts were big and when she jumped...What was I thinking? 

"We made it," Dixie said. "We're here. You can hold off an army." 

I stared at her incredulously, and then I shook my head. With a shotgun, Dixie." 

"What?"

"I said I could hold off an Army with a shotgun. Do you see a fucking shotgun anywhere around here?"

A slow dawning apprehension came to her face as I scrambled around trying to find some kind of weapon. I found a stick and a plastic container full of sand and a dime. Dixie screamed and I turned to face Hoss with my meager weapons. I hurled the container and missed and held up the stick and hoped maybe I could jab him in the eye or something...while he killed me. 

I looked at Dixie. She was breathing hard, her big breasts moving and out and her nipples...fuck, why I am still thinking of her breasts at a time like this? 

I noticed Dixie had also found a weapon. She had another rock. Well, it really wasn't a rock but more a pebble. Hell, we made a great team. She'd hit him with the pebble and I'd stab him with the stick. Hoss Beckman did not have a chance.

"Here he comes," Dixie said. 

"Hold on, Hoss," I said, doing the only thing I could think of. I waved the stick at him. "I've got a gun." 

He stopped. He remembered the last time somebody had told him they had a gun. He looked down at the bleeding holes in his arm and he looked suspiciously back at us. He must have looked at the sharp-pointed stick in my hand for more than a minute. Finally, he shook his head as if he had come to a decision. "That ain't no fucking gun," he said. 

He took another step toward us and I shot him. 

For a moment I stood there stunned. I looked at the end of my stick. I looked at Hoss. He reached up and touched his ear and his hand came bloody. He looked at me accusingly and I held up my hands as if it to say, "I don't know how the fuck it happened."  

"You shot his ear off,' Dixie said. 

"This is a stick," I said stupidly. 

"Take another step, Hoss, and the next one will between your eyes," Sheriff Leroy Jordon said.

"He means it too," said another quiet voice from the other side of the rocks, a voice I recognized as my Dad. "And if he misses, I'll get you. Either way, you're dead meat." 

Beckman stood very still. From behind him a lanky, rawboned man in a Sheriff's uniform appeared by magic. He grabbed Beckman by the arms and twisted his hands behind him. Handcuffs almost didn't fit around his massive wrists, but I think the deputy was taking his own sweet time. All the while he was staring at Dixie and grinning. Another deputy came to help and they both stood grinning, admiring the view. 

"Someone get the woman a blanket," my Dad said.

The deputies took Beckman away but one returned with a blanket he wrapped around Dixie. He held onto Dixie as he walked her back around the rocks and past the old burnt out car. Two patrol cars were sitting just beyond it and the deputy helped Dixie into one. 

Dad was by my side. "She'll be all right now."

"Not if he gets out again," I said. 

"Not for a long time" Dad said. "Breaking out of prison was bad enough but he's committed crimes in four states now, including messing up a Ranger pretty badly. By the time all the trials are over, he'll be an old man." 

I walked with Dad down to the cabin. There was an ambulance outside and the paramedics were putting Willie into the back. I watched it drive away and then I went inside where Sheriff Jordan was looking at his shattered bedroom door.

"All you had to do was lock the fucking door and stay inside," Sheriff Jordan said. "How hard was that? You lost the shotgun and left the cellphone on the table. What were you thinking? You are damn lucky. You're lucky we showed up when we did." 

"How did you show up when you did?" I asked him, and I realized something I should have known all along. "You have always been here, haven't you? You've been watching the entire time."

Sheriff Jordan nodded. "Either me or your Dad. Day and night. " 

"You were using us as bait," I said. 

"You were the one who ran your mouth, boy," Sheriff Jordan said. "You weren't thinking about anybody but yourself, but if Hoss Beckman had gotten hold of his ex-wife, she would have had to pay the penalty." 

"I guess I didn't think about that," I said. 

"Maybe you learned a lesson," he said, and he slapped me on the back. "And hell, boy, it wasn't all that bad, was it? Hiding out in Dixie?" 

Both he and my father laughed like hell and I said fuck you both. Well, I didn't really. In Texas we are taught a certain kind of respect for men like my Dad and Sheriff Jordan. And besides, I wanted to keep my teeth. 

But I thought it. I sure as hell thought it.



Hiding Porn Effectively



This article is specifically geared to you twenty-somethings out there, still living at home, and have nosy parents who don't respect your privacy. Take it from me. I understand your plight, I feel your pain. In such cases, the only thing you can do is learn how to hide your pornography effectively. If you follow these tips, they will look all they want, and won't find a single suspicious thing. 

Tip #1: Hide things in plain sight People have the tendency to 'dig deep' when they are trying to find something. For example, they'll look in the very back of your dresser, under the mattress, behind bookshelves... in other words- they look in nooks and crannies that seem the most likely candidates for holding secrets- but not in the most obvious places, like ON the bookshelf or in your cosmetic bag. Now I'm not saying that you should leave your dildo on the nightstand, in plain sight. But put it somewhere where people won't bother to look because it would be considered 'too obvious'. 

For example, I have a small decorative gift box on my bookshelf, surrounded by my jewelry box, a deck of cards and some pictures. I put my dildo in there, and I know for a fact that nobody ever looks in that direction. The box blends into the room too nicely to be noticed. 

Try to find something similar- even hollow books work. Or if you have a messy room, put your toys or books or clothing under a pile of DVDs or in your dirty laundry hamper.

Tip #2: Keep things spread out This is obvious, but many people forget. If someone should happen upon an erotic novel or two, you would totally be able to own up to that without admitting that you also have toys/ games/ videos. Find several good spots in your bedroom, and use them all for different items. 

However, when doing this it is very important that you remember all of your hiding places. This could lead to disaster and embarrassment, if, a few years down the road your parent/ relative/ friend is helping you rearrange your room, or move out of it altogether, and they should happen upon your stash.

Tip #3: For DVDs Hiding DVDs is relatively easy. Remove the original packaging of the 'offending' DVD and throw that out. The disc could then be hidden among your other DVDs or on your bookshelf. It would be preferable to hide them among those DVDs that are not often watched, to prevent you or someone else opening the DVD cases up at some inopportune moment. 

Tip #4: For Computer Files If you have your own laptop or desktop, then hiding computer files becomes a whole lot easier. Create a login/password for yourself, and for anyone else that may use your computer. When saving pornographic files, save them under "My Documents/Your Username". Files saved in such a manner could not be accessed by anyone else, provided they know your username/password. 

Many people will not have their own personal computer, however, and so should take note of the following points:

USB keys are a fantastic technology and should be used to their advantage. Pictures and videos can be saved directly on the USB key, and then detached from the computer to be pulled out at a later date. And USB keys have the advantage of being small (therefore easy to hide, in for example, a pencil case, briefcase or purse) as well as inexpensive.

Window Washer is your friend. This program completely clears your visited websites history, cookies and any history of recently accessed documents. Window Washer can be downloaded for free on many Freeware websites. Get into a habit of using it often. I personally run a wash at the end of every day, just before going to bed. 

Probably the most obvious advice I could give you is to password protect any sensitive files or folders. Although this is a great method of keeping nosy people away from your stash, it is not the best way to proceed. Someone that comes across a protected folder or file will naturally become more curious as to what that file contains. This could lead to arguments and suspicion and doesn't entirely solve your problem. 

Lastly, naming files creatively is an effective way of staving off nosy family members. For example, the article I'm presently writing is titled "Hiding Porn Effectively" but is saved in a folder "Lottery Results 2009" with the date that I started writing the article as the title of the file. There is no password attached to the file. Saving files in this manner arouses the least amount of suspicion or curiosity. If I were to create a password protected folder "Literotica Fiction", then you could be sure that nosy family members would demand to know what was going on!

I hope these tips and tricks help you hide files that are 'sensitive in nature' and avoid awkward situations or conversations. I would definitely be interested in any feedback you would have to offer as this is my very first Literotica submission!



Hiding the Cum: Every Man's Problem



A problem began for me as soon as I discovered the pleasures of the solitary vice. Since I couldn't make a deposit into nature's intended receptacle, what should I do with the stuff? It was sticky, it smelled, and it made wet spots on just about everything. Toilet paper (T.P.) provided the initial solution.

I'd sneak small piles of T.P. into my room and hide them. Then, while ogling Sheena of the Jungle comics (my favorite, since she wore a white bikini while romping through the forest!), or Archie's Betty and Veronica (why this nerd had two babes chasing after him I didn't know, but it gave me hope!), I'd drop my pants and rub my weenie until I got the desired result. As soon as the coast was clear I'd sneak the wad of sticky T.P. down to the bathroom, and flush away the evidence. 

I assumed that it would be much less messy when I could actually leave the entire ejaculate inside some girl's cavern of mystery, but somehow I didn't pick up on two important facts: One, that a properly-stimulated woman produces enough pussy juice to drown a cat, and Two, that most cum that a guy works so hard putting in will come leaking out of the woman anyway. I must have missed the sex education lecture concerning the infamous "wet spot." 

Of course the sex act itself puzzled me greatly at that young age. It was described in my sex education book as, "The man and woman lie outward to one another." I realized that the penis had to go into the vagina (wherever that was), but precisely how that was to be accomplished was left more than a little vague. Apparently "outward" was one of those words that would become clear as I grew older. But I knew I needed practical experience if I were ever to figure out how to dispose of my spunk as nature intended. I was certainly sending it "outward" but I didn't think that's how it worked with "real" sex. 

I puzzled about these matters for a couple of years. Seeking a solution, I joined a church youth group because the girl in my class with the biggest jugs was already a member. I hoped that leering at her kazobies would provide an answer. My parents thought I'd found religion! So the summer after high school, they sent me to a Christian summer camp intended to prepare students heading to college with the appropriate moral attitudes. Bless them! My experiences there helped answer the BIG QUESTION: What do you do with this stuff when you're done?

There were 32 boys and 32 girls at the camp, all of us eighteen except for a couple of kids whose eighteenth birthdays we celebrated during the first week. They were from all over the state, and I didn't know anyone. There were four boys' and four girls' cabins, each with a counselor (a college student). Each cabin had a single bed for the counselor and four bunk beds for the campers. The cabins were strategically placed so that the boys' and girls' cabins were separated by about 100 yards of lighted, open ground. We were supposedly attending the camp to learn about religious issues in college while also enjoying the out-of-doors. Almost everyone REALLY wanted to learn more about the opposite sex.

Six of us in my cabin were first-timers at the camp. Scott and Dave had been there the year before, and they filled us in on all of the important details. Among them was the vitally important fact that the counselors had a meeting every evening starting at 9:30 (a half-hour after lights out) and lasting for an hour or so. That meant we could do all sorts of evil things while we were completely unsupervised. As I later learned from a friend who had actually been a counselor at this camp, if I'd just had the good sense to go spy on the counselors during their "meetings" I would not have remained so ignorant about sex!

The first night we all pretended to be asleep and our counselor left promptly at 9:25. Scott and Dave broke out the flashlights. "Who wants to do a circle jerk?" Dave asked. Since we had absolutely no idea what that was, we naturally all agreed. 

Scott put a small plate on the floor, and laid a saltine cracker in the middle. (Why a saltine? Why not an Oreo or something? I never asked and I never found out.) We all stood naked in a circle around the plate and jerked off together. The last one to hit the cracker had to eat it - along with all the cum that ended up on the plate. So eight naked boys began to furiously beat off, probably for the first time in public for most of us. 

I was one of the first to shoot my wad, but my habit of doing it into a handful of T.P. had deprived me of one vitally important skill in this game: aiming. I overshot the plate with my first wad, hitting the feet of the boy opposite me. Then my subsequent wads fell well short of the plate. My hot dog went limp. I was still trying to pump life into it when the last of the other boys hit the cracker. Everyone laughed and pointed at me, standing helplessly holding my useless, flaccid dingus. 

I got down on my hands and knees and scraped up about a quarter cup of cum with the cracker, and I slurped it down. I was afraid I would throw up, but it didn't taste all that bad. Then I use a cloth to clean up the floor - and the one guy's feet. We were back in bed before the counselor got back, and I had discovered something new: cum didn't taste bad at all. Even the aftertaste was interesting! 

Our cabin was "buddies" with one of the girls' cabins for our daily chores, and the next day I had eight girls giggling about my losing the circle jerk. Somebody (probably Dave or Scott) had clearly filled them in on all of the wonderfully un-Christian details. I endured a couple of days of blushing and giggling girls every time one of them looked at me. The counselors never did figure out why my licking my lips would send these eight girls into peals of giddy laughter!

Spending each day with nubile young females didn't calm us down, and we did circle jerks nearly every night. I lost most of them, even though I produced more cum than most of the other guys. My ability to produce and consume cum soon became the talk of the eight girls in our buddy cabin, thanks again to Scott and Dave.

During the meals the counselors would lead us in prayer, thanking God for our food and praying for a variety of good things. I always prayed that I could see one of the girls naked. I was afraid that God didn't hear, but I kept praying anyway. Pray for world Peace? Nah! I wanted to see some real pussy! 

About a week after the first circle jerk, two of the girls got me away from everyone else. Beckie and Jennie whispered that they wanted to see me "do it." "Do what?" I dumbly asked. 

"You know!" Said Beckie. "Umh, like you do with the crackers, uuuh . . ."

"We want to watch you jack off!" Jennie whispered.

Apparently girls were as curious about sex as boys were. Wasn't that good news? I had assumed that these eighteen-year-old girls knew more than I did, but they, too, had been brought up in carefully-supervised homes. But I told them that I didn't see how we could do that at camp with the counselors watching us all the time. The girls had figured that one out: We could go off together to gather wood for the evening fire. There was a rocky hillside in the woods, and if we climbed to the top, we would be completely alone, and we could hear anyone coming up in plenty of time to avoid being caught.

"Well, what's in it for me?" I asked. "You get to see me naked and playing with myself. What do I get?"

The girls whispered together and giggled. They looked at me and giggled and whispered some more. They turned to me with big grins on their faces. "We'll take off all our clothes too, and you can feel our tits!" Jennie said with a dark red blush on her face.

I'd have settled for fondling their breasts through their clothes, so this was a terrific arrangement! I quickly agreed. "We got to see you eat it too, right?" Beckie said. I eagerly bobbed my head up and down. I was too excited to talk! I was actually going to see some naked girls and feel some tit! All I had to do was beat off and slurp up my cum! What a deal!

Less than an hour later, the girls volunteered to gather firewood, and they took me along to help. We rapidly put together a pile of wood near the base of the hillside, and we climbed to the top as quickly as we could. We immediately undressed, taking off everything above our waists and dropping our lower garments to our ankles. I had a huge - well huge for that age! - erection, and no wonder. The two girls had perky breasts and nipples, and their pubic snatches were dark and kinky, hiding their great caves of both mystery and wondrous pleasure somewhere "down there."

I felt light-headed. Each girl came close to me and I was allowed to touch her nipples. I almost lost it! The girls' faces got red and their nipples stood up and poked out! Wow! They were staring at my penis. "Is that all?" Beckie asked. She was still looking at my penis and I had that "She thinks I'm too small!" worry that guys get sometimes.

I looked down and a little drop of stuff had come out of the hole at the end of my penis. Whew! Beckie had been asking about quantity, not size! "No, wait until I rub my magic wand!" I said. That's when we realized we didn't have any crackers.

"I'll do it into your hands and then lick it off your fingers!" I said. They giggled and stood in front of me, each making a cup of her hands, Beckie leaning in from the right, Jennie from the left. I began to beat my meat, looking back and forth at the girls' wondrously fascinating naked bodies.

It probably took about ten seconds. My aim had improved, thanks to deliberately losing all those games of circle jerk, and I put the first wad directly into Jennie's hands. She jumped back holding her handful of treasure, and I managed to get some into Beckie's hands, too. But she also stepped back, and I must have shot seven or eight more times onto the ground between them. Ah to be eighteen again! 

They just stood there staring open-mouthed, each girl cupping a pool of my cum in her hands. My penis quickly deflated to a minuscule size as the girls stared at it. I pulled up my pants. No guy wants his flaccid penis on display!

The two naked girls just stood there looking at the mess in their hands. I began to lick everything from Jennie's fingers. I sucked each one. I did the same thing for Beckie. Then we scrambled to get dressed.

They pulled up their shorts, and got their bras and shirts on, and we scrambled down the hillside, picked up our wood, and headed back to the camp. None of us said a word the entire time. Beckie and Jennie kept looking at each other and giggling in that way that only girls can do. I heard them say "Magic Wand!" several times.

Several days later they arranged for us to do it again. I negotiated a slightly better deal. I got to undress them both, and they would undress me. I may have been ignorant about sex, but I wasn't completely stupid! They wanted something from me, and well, I thought it only fair that I get something in return.

This time when we got to the top of the hillside, they took everything off me - shoes, socks - the works. They giggled as I walked uncomfortably on the rocks, my weenie sticking straight out. I pulled off their clothing amid a lot of groping and laughing. Each of them felt my penis and balls. I was in heaven! 

Finally all they had on were their bras. I moved behind Beckie, and undid the fastener. Then I reached around her and cupped her breasts in my hands. My hard little weenie touched her behind. I felt her nipples get hard, and she quickly stepped away from me. I held onto her bra. Before I dropped it on top of her other clothes, I looked at it. 32B. 

Jennie let me do the same thing to her. She was a 32C. I had my first empirical data about breast sizes! For several years thereafter I could cup my hands and tell my friends, "This is how big a B is, and this is a C!" 

Unfortunately having had them touch me, and my having touched their breasts and my having bumped my penis into their behinds proved too much for me. Before Jennie had taken two steps, I dropped her bra, groaned, and began to ejaculate. I caught the first rope of cum in my own hands, and Beckie caught the next couple in hers. Jennie got plenty, too. I just kept shooting more and more. This time they kept their hands ready, and I alternated between them, trying to keep the amounts about the same. Fun! 

There we stood. Naked. Cupping our hands like we were waiting for communion wafers. Each holding a mound of thick, smelly cum. Surely God had answered my prayers! 

I lapped mine up, then licked my fingers clean. "Why don't you try it?" I suggested. 

They looked at each other and blushed. Obviously they had talked about doing this! Then they each began to lick their hands. Each girl licked up every drop she held. They appeared to be fascinated by the taste and texture. I was just getting up the nerve to try to kiss them (Naked! Wow!) when from fairly close by we heard, "Hey! Where's that firewood?" 

We quickly got our clothes on and scrambled back down the hillside. Each girl had an odd smell, both slightly pungent and very powerful. I felt my penis getting stiff in my pants as their scents invaded my nasal passages. It was a long time before I realized I had smelled their young, aroused pussies.

We had just picked up our piles of firewood when one of the counselors spotted us. "C'mon! We need that wood!" We followed him back to the camp. Our stay at camp ended only two days later and we all went home, depriving me of additional opportunities to learn more about girls. But I had learned an important fact regarding the disposal of cum: You could swallow it!

Something else I learned was that some - Most? Many? - good-looking women will strut around in the nude, particularly if there's a male watching! As I will relate later, this fact provided me the opportunity to explore the other fact - in quantity! 

Unfortunately I didn't immediately put either of these lessons to good use. For the next couple of months I tried hard to see another naked woman and feel her tits, but I almost always came up short. I came home from dates with smelly wet stains in my pants (which I had a devil of a time hiding from my mother!). I wacked off in the shower, washing away the evidence. Or I tickled the sausage into toilet paper as I had done before. I was no closer to putting the stuff into nature's intended target.

The first time I finally got laid, I though I'd solved the problem. But sure enough the "wet spot" that nobody had told me about proved me wrong! I learned really fast that you needed to have a small towel handy or the combination of cum and pussy juice was going to leave an obvious reminder in your (or her) bed when you were done. Apparently nature intended guys to leave our sperm all over everything. Maybe that's what "outward" really meant: We put it into the right place, but look where it ends up!

The first time a woman sucked me off. I thought I was in heaven (of course!). She swallowed everything I produced and licked my penis clean, too. But I still didn't see how that pertained to my original problem. I guess I was really slow! Besides I usually ended up by shooting some cum into her other end, so the wet spot problem remained, and that was foremost on my mind.

When I went to college, I found lots of hints about the proper disposal method for this stuff. Our usual intended repositories were our dates' mouths or tunnels of love. We concocted numerous ways to get this accomplished. One of our best ways was a fraternity game played during beer busts, far away from of civilization. It was called "Cream of Meat." 

After everyone was thoroughly lubricated with beer, we would stand around a fire and begin chanting "Cream of Meat! Cream of Meat!" and one of our dates would strip naked and sit cross-legged on the ground, holding an eight-ounce drinking glass against her bare breasts, with the lip of the glass just below her chin. We guys then undressed and beat off into the glass, slowing filling it with our cream. The guy who added enough cum to raise the cream level in the glass to a designated mark near the top had to either drink the entire glass or get his date (if he had one) to help him do it. "Yum!" was not the anticipated response!

The naked guys lined up and took turns beating off in front of the lucky naked woman who was the "Holder of the Jerked Jism." Each time it was a guy's turn, his first spurt had to be into the glass, but after that he could either shoot his cum into the glass or into the Holder's mouth. (Good Holders held their mouths wide open, with their tongues touching the edge of the glass.) It usually took at least an hour and usually two or more turns by each guy to fill the glass. Most of the time we just stood around naked, drinking beer and stroking our dongs, waiting our turns. Some of the guys had bad aim (Hah!) and watching cum drip down the Holder's naked breasts was also a treat. 

Holders selected themselves, and were usually women who had previously watched the game and its aftermath. They volunteered knowing they would require the services several of us, serially or together, before the night was done. There were always several volunteers, with the Holder the first woman (of several) to remove all her clothes and seize the glass. Happily most of the women who tried but failed to become the Holder would remain naked, too. As I said, we were far from civilization! 

The Holders would always become wantonly aroused, which was, of course, the main object for playing! Any women would probably become completely sex-crazed after sitting fully exposed for an hour in front of a group of naked men who held their penises an inch in front of her lips, ejaculated into the glass, onto her breasts, and into her mouth! A Holder usually swallowed at least as much cum as ended up in the glass, and she spent the entire hour or more tasting cum, feeling it on her breasts, and smelling it as the odor wafted up from the glass. 

But there was still the glass of cum which the loser had to consume. I "lost" at one party, and I talked my date into drinking half of the glass. I drank the first half of the delicious, warm, streaked, multicolored, gooey, slimy juice. She drank the rest slowly, swirling it around in her mouth, clearly savoring the texture and taste. She held the glass up, letting every last drop fall into her mouth as two dozen naked men cheered. She had a really strange look on her face when she finished, and we spend the rest of the party just outside the light of the fire trying to see how much more cum I could put into her slippery pocket of pleasure. Who needs Spanish Fly?

One would think that I would have stumbled upon the obvious solution much sooner, given all the evidence I had accumulated. But I was twenty-one before I really found the answer. 

One evening I took a shortcut through the campus woods, heading home after a frustrating evening of failing to get inside the panties of my current lust-interest. I had a hard-on, my balls were sore, and I was eager to get to a bathroom so that I could use the inevitable wad of T.P. to catch the result of relieving my sexual tension. 

I heard a woman cry out, and I stopped in my tracks. Several seconds later I heard, "OH! YES! OH! OH! OH! OOOOOOOH!" I crept stealthily toward the source of this wonderful sound, and within a minute it was repeated. "OH! OH! OOOOOOOOOH!" Maybe she needed help!

Ahead I could faintly see movement in the partial moonlight, and I moved closer very slowly. Then I heard a familiar, wet, smacking sound. Again she screamed. "OH! GOD! AAAAAAH!" I moved forward another few yards, and I could see three people clearly. In the middle of a small clearing was a naked goddess, impaled upright upon the penises of two men who were sitting on a blanket, their legs intertwined beneath her. She was twisting and bouncing on both shafts as they thrust themselves upward into her. 




Hiding the Cum: Every Man's Problem



I stood in deep shadow about ten feet from them. "OH! YES! AGAIN! OOOOOOH!" she screamed. I was mesmerized by the sight of her large, sweat-covered breasts bouncing in the moonlight. Her nipples were sticking straight out, and she was rubbing and pulling on them with frantic abandon. Her head hung down for a moment, then she began bouncing again. As I watched, she climaxed yet another time, put her head back, and yelled at the sky. "MMMH! OH! OH! OOOOOOH!"

She didn't stop moving for more than a few seconds. I watched her climax several more times. How the men managed to keep hard I don't know. I could smell her sweat and the musky odor of her pussy. I pulled out my penis and began to stroke it, fast. Both men finally groaned as they climaxed, and with one more loud scream from the woman, they all collapsed into a pile. I could feel my penis swelling, and my balls were tight against my shaft as my ejaculation began.

I didn't want to interrupt their post-coital caressing, so I put a cupped hand in front of my penis as it began to spurt. When I finished, I had a limp penis and a handful of cum. I looked over at the trio, but they were kissing and cuddling, oblivious to my presence. I really felt like an intruder into their passion, and I didn't want to leave any trace of my having been there. 

I quietly lapped the cum from my palm and fingers. When I was done, I pushed my penis back into my pants, and I quietly stole away. When I got back to the dorm, the only trace of my masturbatory activity was a tiny droplet of cum that had dripped out of my penis into my undershorts. 

And that's the simple secret, fellow men. You can play your skin flute anytime you need to. No shower, no bathroom, no toilet paper required. You don't need any special equipment, but it helps to have a clean hand. It doesn't taste as good as it does from your lover's lips after fellatio, or from your lover's pussy after intercourse, but it's still your very own, unique man-juice. And who knows? Maybe ingesting what you've just sent "outward" will speed your production of more. Think of it as recycling! It certainly couldn't hurt! 

Try it. You'll like it. She does, doesn't she? If she doesn't, and you really can't replace her, at least deposit it where you will have the most fun licking it up. The taste is really - pardon the expression - titillating!



Hiding Toys



She had come to the computer room to get me, barely dressed in a stretch lace top and tight cotton sweat pants. Her desire was clear, and so were her hard little nipples. As she rubbed up against me, I nuzzled at the lace covered nubs and caressed her butt. My fingers detected a serious lack of panties, and a warm supple ass.

It didn't take much to convince me to shower and meet her in the bed. She laid back as I undressed. "You know the story of the Princess and the Pea?", I asked casually. She was puzzled for a moment, then she turned over quickly and searched under her pillows to find what I had hidden there. Apparently, she remembered that I had recently bought a couple of new sex toys and figured (rightly) that I was referring to them.

What she revealed looked like a large lipstick case. She opened it to find a small vibrator, about the size of my middle finger. She looked at me like I was crazy, but like that amused her. As the last of my clothes hit the hamper I told her, "It's called a 'Hide-a-Vibe.' Cute, huh?" As I headed for the shower I left her with this thought: "First, I hid it. Now you hide it!"

I was a soapy blur. Trying to get thoroughly clean, yet in a hurry to get back to her. My cock was chubby, and the slippery action of my hands didn't help. But there was no way I was going to wank it tonight! I had other plans for Mr. Happy, and they involved a beautiful woman.

When I opened the door to our room I noticed that she had lit a candle. The soft glow revealed a curious scene. She was kneeling on the bed with her back to me, and her pants were pulled down just over her butt. With one hand, she had reached around and was doing something between her legs.

Dropping my towel, I quickly knelt by the edge of the bed for a better view. She still wore her stretch lace top, but one breast had been pulled loose and with her free hand she was gently toying with her nipple. I moaned and kissed her bare flesh while reaching back to touch whatever she was touching. My fingers found her holding the end cap of the little vibrator, and the shaft was moving in her sex. She was very slick and hot, but the vibe wasn't even turned on yet.

I took the little toy from her and brought it to my lips, licking her juices off before I turned it on to a low setting. Slipping it back into her pussy caused her to moan a little. She kept fondling her exposed breast while I rubbed the quivering plastic tube all around in her wetness. Rolling it across her clit caused her to shudder with delight, and I soon mastered the art of adjusting the speed one-handed while I taunted her pussy.

With my free hand, I pulled her top open a little more to liberate the other boob. Now I could suck her one nipple while she tweaked the other, and still diddle her with the little humming toy. It must have worked, because in no time she was mewling and heaving. She cried out and pushed her twat back against my hand as she came. My cock was dribbling with anticipation of soon getting buried in that deliciously hot pussy.

Once she'd calmed a little, I helped her recline and I pulled her pants the rest of the way off. I smiled at her flushed face, and showered her with kisses. I fondled her blushing breasts and sucked her turgid nipples, while pressing my cock against her bare thigh. My fluids made a slick spot on her skin, and she began to respond to my caresses. We shared passionate kisses and ribald petting for a few moments, before she crawled around to suck me. It took only a tiny bit of coaxing to get her to straddle my face so that we could make a number. As she slurped on my cock, I lapped up her cum and sucked her clitoris. Once we got into the rhythm of our love-making, I tried to spring another little surprise.

Contorting my arm, I reached under the edge of the mattress and pulled out the other new toy I'd bought for her. I fumbled with the cloth I had wrapped it in, without missing a stroke of her tender inner lips. Kneading her butt with one hand, I tried to discretely free the new toy, but didn't easily succeed. She paused in her cock sucking long enough to ask me what was going on. I pulled back from her cunt and whispered quiet assurances. "It's just a surprise for you, baby!"

We returned to our oral loving, as I wielded the new jelly-dong: This thing is a full ten inches long and as big around as a cock that size should be. I pulled back a little to smear the blunt head in her juices, before pressing it against her opening. Careful not to force it too fast, I slid it into her in small increments, letting her pussy adjust. She made sexy little noises on my cock as I pushed the dildo deeper and deeper into her.

From my vantage point I marveled at the way her pussy adjusted to the girth of this pink translucent monster. As I mouthed her swollen button, I watched with erotic glee as the veiny textured shaft caused her pussy lips to stretch and move, in and out. Being overly enthusiastic, I pushed a little too much into her a couple of times before I got the hang of it - it's just so damned big!

This erotic scene was causing my cum to rise, and I didn't want to finish yet. I had work to do before I shot my jism. So I pulled back, causing my cock to fall from her sweet mouth, and concentrated on fucking her silly. She rested her head on my thigh as I double teamed her with tongue and toy. Her hips moved instinctively, back against the intruders, increasing the thrills that were flooding her senses. I sucked harder, and toggled her clit relentlessly while sliding the big dong in and out, in and out.

Soon she'd had enough. In a space of a few moments she reached her peak, and she came hard - crying out and shuddering on top of me. I kept lapping at her until she jumped off and curled up. She was over-stimulated, but satisfied. However, I still needed to cum, and as tired as her pussy might have been, I knew she would happily accommodate me.

"Baby, get up. I have to fuck you!", I breathed as I tugged at her. With little wasted motion she got up on her knees, and presented her pussy to me once again. Moving quickly, I slipped my hard dick into her hot center. She didn't feel the least bit stretched out - she felt just perfect. Her tender flesh surrounded my love muscle as if it was meant to - as if she were made for me. 

Grasping her gorgeous ass, I started the ancient ritual. Her slippery tunnel caressed my length as I fucked her - first with slow complete strokes, and then harder and faster. My balls were tight with pent up fluid, and I knew that very soon I was going to release it.

Again, her hips pushed back, as if to encourage me. I fucked her even faster, losing touch with any idea of savoring the moment. Her titties were jiggling and swaying as I gripped her tighter. She whimpered, "I can feel it swelling..." and then suddenly I was grunting and pushing hard against her upturned butt. Our squeals and moans became louder as we came together. It felt like waves of electricity were pulsing out of my cock, yet it was only my hot semen. Her delicate tissues milked me as I squirted into her. Her inner spasms only complicated things, as the sensation of being one with her overwhelmed me.

Eventually, our delirious pleasure subsided, and I slipped out of her, spent. Only later did I realize that she'd had her back to me throughout most of our love making. For all my efforts at hiding things, I had twice missed the chance to see her eyes as she achieved orgasm. I regret that a lot, because seeing her expression as she experiences such intimate physical pleasure is my favorite sight. 



Hiding under Her Desk



It is the middle of the week and you are expecting me at your office for lunch. I am running a few minutes late but still get there in time for us to relax and enjoy each other's company for a little while before you have to get started again. Fortunately for us you have a private office and no one saw me come in shutting the door behind me. 

Giving you a sexy smile as I walk through the door I noticed you had released a couple of extra buttons of your blouse giving me an incredible view. The edges of your bright red lacey bra are peaking out as the rest of you is just barely contained. The buttons on your blouse strained to the max against your very large beautiful breasts. My attention completely captivated as take the rest of you in.

"Hi Gorgeous," I say as the door latch clicks into place. You look up from your computer and with a big smile and a hello as my focus locks onto your brilliant blue eyes. Walking slowly and deliberately around your desk while my gaze never leaving your eyes. Standing tall over you as I get to your side your head leaned way back to maintain the eye contact you can't seem to break. Leaning down slowly, licking my lips, anticipation building as the distance between our lips continues to shrink. Slipping my fingers through your hair and cupping the back of your head our lips finally come into contact. Gently at first but as the taste of your lips hits me I just need more of you. Holding your head so that you can't get away I continually increase pressure until our lips are practically crushed together. 

Suddenly there is a knock on the door. Splitting apart instantly we both look at the door wondering who could possibly be there to disrupt this moment. Then the annoying voice you have told me all about penetrates the door. It is the boss's wife come to give you a hard time as usual. Though today was supposed to be her day off which is why I chose today to visit you during lunch. 

"Are you in there?" We hear through the door. We both know that my presence here is going to cause you more grief than good so before you can say anything I get down on the floor and crawl under your desk. Thankfully being related to the boss at least got you a nice office with big desk that doesn't allow anyone to see under it from the front.

"Yeah the door is open," I hear you respond with obvious distress in your voice. Normally you don't deal well with this woman but having the extra worry of me being discovered in the office with you is almost more than you can handle. Being so connected to you I can feel the tension flowing through you.

The door flies open banging into the wall behind it. She comes stomping in yelling, "I thought I saw someone come in here with you," she says glancing around the room that is obviously otherwise empty. "I guess I was wrong. It's a good thing too because you have a new client to deal with. He is here early and I expect you to end lunch early to meet with him. "

Being overly polite just to get her out of the office you reply in the affirmative. She gives you a funny look but accepts it as walks out of the office immediately sending the client in. You great him with a handshake and then sit back down at your desk. Pulling your chair in so you legs are now completely underneath and on either side of me giving me the most spectacular view of your matching red panties and lacey stocking tops. Following the view down your legs to high heel covered feet. My cock starts growing massively hard in an instant. 

There is no way I can sit there behaving while you are dealing with the client so I decide to see how well you can concentrate. Reaching out with just the tips of my fingers I start at your toe cleavage, just barely touching you, slowly sliding up the tops of your feet, then the front of your shins, up over your knees. As my hands pass over your knees my palms come into contact with your thighs. Farther and farther up your legs until my fingertips pass the lace tops of your stockings contacting your bare skin. I hear you take a deep breath in and give me a gentle kick while concentrating in the extreme on the client. 

Smiling to myself I apply more pressure to your legs as I draw my hands back down. Sliding them around the back of your thighs and down your calves hooking the back of your shoes, I pull them off as I round heels and down the bottom of your feet pinching your stocking covered toes. My cock is now hard as a rock as I look up your skirt seeing your wetness coming through your panties. I can sense just how flustered you are but you are still able to maintain perfect professionalism while dealing with the client.

At this point I know what I want and I plan to test your control to its absolute limits. I unbutton my pants and slide them down releasing my hardness from its uncomfortably confined location. Very carefully laying back against the desk I am now very accessible. Firmly grabbing your feet I pull them towards my cock. You are concentrating so hard to maintain your composure that you don't realize what is coming next until the bottoms of your feet come into contact with my hard shaft. I feel tense and stutter when the realization of what I am doing hits you fully. The client asks if everything is okay.

Back and forth I rub your feet along my shaft. There is nothing you can do but go with it because to fight or do what you can to stop what is happening will give away that I am in the room with you. Your panties have a very distinct wet patch now. Holding your feet tight together I slip my cock between your arches and slowly start fucking them. The friction of your stockings is sending amazing stimulation through my cock. I must keep things slow in order to maintain the secrecy of what is going on just inches from the client. I hear the tension in your voice and feel it in your energy but fortunately the client is not so astute. 

I hear your meeting is starting to wrap up as I feel my orgasm starting to build. I reposition your feet so the bottom of one foot is running up and down the length of my shaft while I curl your toes of the other foot around my cock head. I can hold out no longer. Biting my lip hard to keep any sound from coming out I explode hard with jet after jet of cum pushing its way through your stockings and between your toes. The sudden unexpectedness of it is enough for you to lose track of your thoughts mid sentence. Fortunately for you it was the end of the conversation with meaningless wrap. I slip your shoes back on your feet with my cum all squishy between your toes just in time for you to get up and walk the client out of the office.

Before you get back I am able to leave you a little love note on your desk and slip out of the office without anyone noticing I was there.