2 comments/ 37951 views/ 8 favorites How to Cure a Stutter By: Ani100 In my first story I told you about how I discovered that I enjoyed being seen. Well, this story happened just over a year later. By then my boyfriend and I had been on another vacation and I had shown off again, topless on the beach, bikini bottom pulled into my bum cheeks to look like a thong or pulled low to uncover half my bottom whilst on a crowded beach and I had also shown off again on the hotel balcony. It was fun but didn't reach the excitement of our first time and as such doesn't warrant writing about. All it does for this story is confirm that Sean, my boyfriend, liked me to show off and I liked to be shown off. I was still fairly tanned from our second vacation together when Rob, an old school friend of my boyfriend, starting turning up at our apartment. Back in school Rob was one of those unfortunate teenagers whose hormonal changes brought with it bad odor, spots and sweat! Even before those teenage changes, my boyfriend told me he was not a popular kid, and he still wasn't now. Actually, he was not attractive at all, slightly flat footed and pudgy, bad skin and greasy hair, spoke with a slight stammer and almost never managed to say more than one syllable words to any girl. Whether he found them attractive or not, girls, to Rob, were from another planet. He had become a regular visitor to the flat, as well as meeting him a few times at the pub, and even though he was becoming quite relaxed around me and managed to hold a few conversations with Sean while I was around I have to say he was just simply an unattractive guy with no personality. Rob was an ugly duckling, destined to turn into a duck-billed platypus rather than a swan! Rob and my boyfriend became "friends" because of geography. They lived close to each other but went to a school about 5-6 miles. My boyfriend was really good at sports and a bit of a school hero, Rob was prime material for bullying. So Rob used to 'hide' near the teacher on playground duty at the end of the day and wait for Sean to finish class, then Rob would latch onto him and walk to the bus stop, knowing no one would bully him if he was with Sean. Since school Sean started playing bass in a rock band and Rob decided he wanted to do the same (I wondered if that was a bit of hero worship, trying to be like the boy that saved him from getting beaten up by the bullies). Anyway, Rob came to the apartment and had my BF show him some riffs and as time went on Rob became more comfortable with me being around. I was in my mid twenties, 2 years older than Sean and Rob was a year younger, so that would make Rob about 21 and he still hadn't had a serious girlfriend, in fact I'm not sure he had ever had any. He would talk about a girlfriend but no one ever met her or saw him with her and if we were at the pub and talking to other girls he would sit in a corner eyes flitting up and down their bodies but not saying a word. In short nearly all the girls we spoke to said he creeped them out – looking at their bodies and never speaking whilst breaking out into a sweat if any of them showed cleavage or wore a short skirt. Soon women were thinking twice about coming to talk to us if Rob was in tow. My boyfriend would just say that Rob was harmless and he would have a word with him and tell him to cool it. Not long after Sean promised to talk to Rob about his pervy manner with girls, my boyfriend's band was playing a gig but I couldn't go, I can't even remember why, may be I didn't get off work early enough to travel with them, but that's not important. The thing was that Rob called at the apartment looking for Sean. Thinking back, I can't believe Rob didn't know that Sean's band was playing that night and so I would be on my own. In hindsight, I suspect he had really called to see me. I invited him in. I didn't think anything of it, he was a constant visitor and although he still looked at me the same way he looked at the other girls he was so used to me that he seemed to get over his awkwardness and become more relaxed around me. I was drinking wine, I'd already had a couple of glasses and so I offered Rob a glass and refilled my own. I wasn't going out so I had already taken my work clothes off and was wearing just my panties and a warm bathrobe with a tie around the middle, no buttons. I bent at the waist to put my wine glass on the knee-height coffee table. This meant I had leaned forward to put the glass down, facing Rob and then lowered myself to the sofa. I looked across at Rob and I could see from his eyes that he must have had a very good cleavage view as I leant forward to put my glass on the low table. He was staring at my chest area and had almost shriveled into the back his chair. He was in full creep mode, just like he'd get in the pub when he was staring at the other girls. I let it go and tried to make conversation, normal stuff, asking him what he had been up to, how his girlfriend was or how his job was going. Things I wasn't in the slightest bit interested in, but thought might just illicit a conversation from him, instead he reverted to a series of mono-syllabic responses. I quickly ran out of conversational openers and reached for my wine glass, leaning forward to do so. Rob's eyes immediately became glued to my chest, to the slight swell of the bathrobe as it bowed out when I moved. I looked down and noting that nothing was actually showing, well, perhaps just the slightest hint of cleavage, in fact, far less was showing than if I was dressed in a loose low V-neck T-shirt, and yet his eyes were intensely riveted to my chest, his dry lips welcoming the tip of his tongue as it poked out and slithered across his lips to lubricate them, which gave him an even more pervy appearance. I decided to confront him. "Are you staring at my boobs, Rob?" Rob's eyes showed panic, they sprang up to my face as if attached to a strong spring coil and he began a stuttering denial. "Didn't Sean tell you to cool it with staring at girls' bodies?" I said, cutting him off in mid-stutter "Er, yes." He said, turning red as he gazed at his feet that were uncomfortably tapping out a nervous rhythm on the carpet. "You do know that no girl likes to be stared at in the way you stare." I continued "It makes them feel uneasy. You'd be much better off learning to look them in the eye and talk normally than to stare at their tits and not say a word!" "yes, I-I know." He managed to say whilst holding his breath at the same time. "So what's the problem?" Talking was painful for him and after a lot of prompting from me and stuttering and blushing and gasping for air from him, I managed to find out that he had never seen a naked woman, in the flesh, not even topless, and that he couldn't help himself. He kept telling himself not to stare, but half the time didn't realize he was doing it. His frustration and fascination with women's flesh was just too overpowering for him. Can you believe that I actually began to feel sorry for him! I told him that he should have come on vacation with us and seen all the topless girls on the beach. His head jerked up showing interest in a subject at last. He stuttered a little as he asked me if a lot of women chose to go topless and I told him more were topless than weren't. Then he seemed to retreat into his shell and I wondered if he was trying to imagine a beach full of partially naked women, until he surprised me by suddenly asking me a direct question. "D-d-d-did you, you know, g-go t-t-t-t-topless?" I was taken aback by the question. I didn't know how to answer. If I said yes I knew he would be imagining me topless and I had only started the conversation to stop him looking at me as if he was undressing me, but here we were talking about my body and whether I showed it off to all and sundry on the beach in Europe. I should have just lied and said 'no' but somehow it didn't occur to me to lie, instead I tried to deflect the question by asking him if he had seen a tan line when he looked down my robe. Why didn't I think that that was more personal and embarrassing than just saying 'yes?' Rob shyly told me that he hadn't seen anything at all, the neckline had billowed, but not enough to see anything and it was an automatic reaction to look and he was sorry. Or at least, I think that is what he was trying to say. He looked so weak and vulnerable that my heart went out to him. I don't mean I suddenly found him attractive or wanted to do anything with him, God, no! But I wanted to help him get past his awkwardness because I could tell that while it seemed like he was just letching disgustingly after the women he met, he was, in fact, the one suffering. He was desperate to have contact with the opposite sex, any contact. A talk, a wave, a smile ... he just didn't know how. Perhaps the fact that I had already drunk over two glasses of wine without eating anything influenced my decision, but I decided to try to help. I told him I was going to reach for my glass again and that I wanted him to look ONLY at my face. I slowly leant forward to reach down for my glass. I was looking at the glass, my bathrobe and Rob, one after the other in quick succession. I was still covered and totally decent but Rob couldn't help himself he looked, no stared, at my chest, I cleared my throat dramatically as a reminder of where he was supposed to be looking and again his spring loaded eyes shot up to meet my eyes. I decided to hold my position, leaning forward to reach for my glass and while I was in that position, and had forced Rob to look at my face, said to him, "See, you can look at my face, even when I lean forward." Unfortunately, he couldn't. I was only halfway through my sentence when his eyes dipped down to my chest area and then back up to my eyes again. I straightened up and laughed "well may be you can't!" He muttered a sorry and cast his eyes down. I thought he was just looking down in a deflated attitude again until I realized that one of the sides of my bathrobe had opened and was showing some naked thigh. Again nothing outrageous, I wore mini skirts that showed more than I was showing now, but he couldn't take his eyes off of my leg. "What are you looking at? I said firmly. Rob's eyes shot up again as he replied "nothing!" "Were you looking at my legs? "No!" "The truth!" He didn't answer but this time slumped back in the chair eyes downcast and definitely NOT seeing anything at all, this time he was deflated ... and defeated. "Look Rob," I said, not sure what I was about to say, "you really have to try to get over your awkwardness around women or you will never get to see one naked. You just come across as a perv when you stare and refuse to talk, so no one will want to go out with you." I paused for effect. He remained shriveled in his chair, refusing to make eye contact with me. "You're normally OK around me though, aren't you?" I asked. He made some noises that I took to mean 'yes'. "So what's different tonight? Is it because Sean's not here?" I asked. He shrugged "I want to help but you have to tell me what I can do to help." Rob just shrugged. "Is it because you have never seen a naked woman?" I asked "Is that why you can't control where you look?" Rob shrugged again "Do you want to see me naked? Is that what's different tonight? Do you want to see my tits?" Rob stared at his feet too shy or embarrassed to do or say anything "Rob, look at me" I said in a way that commanded him to look up "you mustn't tell anyone, ever! This will be between just you and me, agreed?" Of course he agreed even though he didn't know what he was agreeing to. "OK." I said. I sat up and told Rob that it was ok to look. I loosened the tie around the bathrobe, opened the bathrobe slightly before tightening the tie again. I had opened the robe enough for it to show flesh all the way down to the tie around my waist. I didn't pull the sides apart enough to show much, but he could definitely see the swell of my breasts, the exposure was no where near my nipples and in truth there are many Evening Dresses that show a lot more, nevertheless, Rob's eyes were almost bulging. "OK Rob," I continued "you can stare all you like, look for tan lines and decide whether I went topless or not on the beach, hell, imagine me lying on a sandy beach topless if you want to but you have to talk to me, normally." He glanced up at my face without managing to utter a sound, I think he wanted to agree but couldn't. "It's alright, Rob, I don't care if you never look anywhere else but at my tits and you can fantasize all you want about me, but the idea is that you manage to see this part of my body and still hold a normal conversation about normal things. Is that clear?" I asked "You have 15 minutes, but after that you have to stop looking at my tits and for the next 15 minutes talk normally while only looking at my face, if you can manage the second 15 minutes of not looking anywhere but my face, I will show you more, but if you even glance down, the show's over." Rob stammered in disbelief "S-s-so, 15 minutes I- I- I can look all I l-l-like, then 15 m-m-m-minutes m-more, not l-look and you w-will sh-sh-show me your t-t-t-tits!" Wait a minute, had I just said that? I hadn't meant that. I hadn't meant to imply that I would show him my boobs, in my mind I just thought I'd let the robe gape open a bit more, may be show him my legs and panties. "And talk normally." I said, keen not to discourage him, after all, it was I who decided to use my body as an incentive scheme, but then, I added, as an after thought and safety net for me "...no stuttering!" Ha! That was it, I was safe, no way could he manage that. I knew that I wouldn't have to show him anything more because I knew it would be too much for him talk normally while I was semi-exposed. No way would he be able to not look and not stammer. I was safe! The next few minutes were in silence with Rob taking in every goosebump on my flesh as I let him stare at my body, or the slither down my middle that was exposed. I was becoming very aware of my small boobs rising and falling with my breath and even though it was just a tiny part of the inner swell of my small boobs, in fact no more than he would see if I was wearing a bikini, I began to feel the same excitement I had felt showing my body to the older German voyeur during the first vacation. I had not been attracted to the German man and I certainly wasn't attracted to Rob, but the naughtiness of letting him stare at my flesh was getting to me and I was even beginning to hope that he would be able to avoid looking at my breasts for the second 15 minutes, forcing me to expose more of myself. I suddenly realized that we weren't talking, he was looking, letching, in silence and secondly, I had forgotten to time the exposure. I began to make conversation and he tried to talk back, but his stutter was worse than normal, when relaxed he was almost stutter free, we battled on talking but he couldn't relax. I gave him 15 minutes regardless of the extra minutes he had from the start and told him his time was up. Now his task was to, only, look at my face. He immediately looked up at my face and if anything his stare was even more intense as he desperately tried to force himself to look at my face. We talked, well he was still tense and stuttering but he hadn't looked anywhere but my face for about 2 minutes when I leant forward to get my wine glass and as an automatic response he looked down to check out my boobs in the loose robe before realizing and forcing his eyes up, hoping I hadn't noticed. But I had. "Oh Rob, you looked!" I think he tried to tell me it wasn't fair because I moved. But was really struggling to get the words out. I told him to take a deep breath and tell me what he had seen when I reached for my drink. I think it was slowly dawning on him that I hadn't covered up and the show was still on. He tried to tell me he didn't see anything, but by now I was enjoying teasing him. "You mean the robe didn't move enough for you to see my nipples?" "N-n-no." "Say 'nipples' Rob. I want you to talk about my tits and tell me how you'd like to see my nipples or if you did see them when I leant forward, tell me. Don't be embarrassed just tell me if you saw them, but try not to stutter and look at me, including my face, when you tell me." Rob couldn't talk. Looking back I find it hard to believe I was doing what I was doing. May be it was the wine, but I don't think I was drunk, just relaxed enough to shed my inhibitions and stupid enough to convince myself that I was doing good, offering Rob shock therapy. I slid my right hand inside my bath robe and covered my left boob completely with it, then with my left hand I tugged the bathrobe away, I was covering myself with my hand so he really couldn't see anything but the action of pulling my robe to the side, even if my right hand covered my boob seemed a very big step. "Do you like my small titties, Rob?" Rob's eyes were definitely glued to my chest now and he tried to speak, but nothing came out. "Do you want me to take my hand away?" He nodded a 'yes.' "You have to talk, talk normally, no stutter." I said firmly. A miracle, he looked up at my face when he heard that, but the look on his face seemed to be one of great frustration. It seemed to say that he wanted to but knew it would be impossible not to stutter and at the same time begging me to relax the rules. By now I was feeling very turned on, I could feel my hard nipple under the palm of my hand. I wanted more wine so I replaced the robe to cover my left breast and took my hand away. I didn't, however, tighten the waist belt, leaving the left side of the gown very loose over my body. He found it very hard to relax as we talked about my tits so I changed the subject, what we talked about was unimportant, but over the next 20-30 minutes I made no attempt to cover myself if I moved I trusted in fate that my nipple wouldn't slide into view. By studying Rob's face I'm pretty certain it didn't. I began to notice that Rob had stopped stuttering his body seemed less tense and more relaxed and his eyes would look at my face, if not all the time but at least some of the time. I was getting very used to the idea of being partially exposed for my boyfriend's awkward friend and I found myself relaxing too. I leant back into the sofa and crossed my legs without thinking and the sides of the bathrobe fell open exposing both my legs. I glanced down and couldn't see anything more than quite a bit of leg, but Rob's body language tensed again and his eyes seems stuck to my legs "What can you see?" I asked him. "I – I can see your p-panties" His stutter hadn't returned totally but just a little, I felt that was progress, not just about the stutter but because he didn't try to lie or avoid the question. "So, Rob, do you like seeing my panties?" I asked without trying to cover up He just nodded "Talk properly." I chided "W-will you show me m-more if I talk?" I didn't reply, instead I uncrossed my legs and put both feet on the flat on the ground, but held my knees open by a few inches. "I – I can't s-see them n-n-now." He said I opened my knees wider and simply asked "Better?" "Oh God!" was all he said. I had to remind him to talk normally about anything and that he had to look at my face every so often. During this conversation, while I held my legs open to him I began thinking about how far I should let this go. I had drunk a few glasses of wine and may be that was clouding my judgment, but, frankly, I was getting into the naughtiness of exposing myself slowly and I knew there was no chance I was about to stop. I drained my glass and stood up. I told Rob that I needed more wine and did he want more. He said he did want more, I'm not sure what he meant but I leant forward to take his glass from the table and in doing so the left side of the gown billowed out. I am not sure if he saw my nipple but if he didn't it must have been pretty close. I straightened and walked into the kitchen. I had to open another bottle and poured the red liquid into the two glasses, I took a large gulp from mine and topped it up again as I made a big decision. I decided I would undo the knotted tie around my waist so the bathrobe would hang down and trust in fate as to whether my nipples would be exposed as I moved. I did this knowing that I would almost certainly allow my breasts to fall out completely when I leant over to offer him his glass and again when I put my glass down and sat on the sofa. I had decided that when I sat down I would not adjust the gown. If my tits were on display I would leave them exposed. How to Cure a Stutter Ch. 02 I now realize that I was being naïve. I suppose my thoughts were clouded by alcohol. I probably drank the majority of two bottles of red wine and didn't eat. I got carried away with the naughtiness of exposing my body, just as I had with my boyfriend, Sean, whilst on vacation, why I thought that getting naked in front of Sean's awkward school friend, Rob, wouldn't have some kind of fallout is totally beyond comprehension. Sean had found me asleep on the sofa, wearing my bathrobe, but only just. It was completely undone hanging off my shoulders with my body completely displayed. Two wine glasses on the coffee table told Sean I had not been alone. That night when we were in bed I told him I loved him as we made love. He knew something had happened while he was out but didn't know what or with who. In the morning it was time to confess. I started my confession while we were still naked in bed, I was snuggled in his arms, gently running my fingernails over the length of his aroused but not erect cock. I was going to tell him everything, but when it came to it, I couldn't. I got as far as telling him about showing my body to his friend, trying to reason that it was to cure his creepy attitude when he was in the company of women and comparing the action to exposing myself to the old German holiday maker from our first vacation together but I couldn't bring myself to tell him that I masturbated, brought myself off, with my legs wrapped around Rob's shoulders. I couldn't tell him that I fell asleep feeling Rob gently caress my pussy and that I had no idea how far Rob had gone, no idea if he had finger fucked me or even really fucked me. I was a little ashamed of behaving that way and embarrassed to tell Sean about the adventure. I felt as if I had cheated on him, even though, at the time I was doing it, I didn't think I was cheating because we had both enjoyed showing me off to strangers on holiday and in my mind I was just extending that adventure, but as I was telling him what had happened, leaving out all the details I realized that it was totally different. I had cheated. I was a horrible person. Strangely I wasn't in the slightest bit embarrassed by the thought that I had shown Rob my body, instead I was more concerned about trying to explain to Sean what I had felt and hoping he would agree it was no different to our vacation fun together and I really hadn't thought of it as being unfaithful – stupid as that may sound. Sean though, was very quiet, trying to take it in, I thought, and when he left for work he didn't tell me he loved me or kiss me goodbye. I couldn't tell if he was angry with me, disappointed in me or just hated me, may be all three, but he was definitely not his usual self after I confessed to him and as he left me alone in the bed I hoped he could forgive me. Finally, when I got up to bathe, the reality that Rob may have fucked me began to sink in. Obviously I knew it was a possibility, but it was a thought, tucked away in the back of my mind. Now I had time to dwell on it and it made me "relive" the moment in more graphic detail than I cared to imagine. I say relive, but I had no memory of it and no reason to believe he did, except he could have. I had made love to Sean when he took me to bed last night but before that I wracked my brain to try and remember what I had felt like, I remember feeling a little sore "down there" but I couldn't remember if there was any reason to believe it was more than my masturbating or possibly even Rob fingering me. Rob fingering me! Wow, in my mind I hadn't even processed that act! I was pretty sure he had penetrated me with his finger, the last thing I remember was him touching me, tracing his finger along my sodden slit, and I did remember the feeling of his finger slipping gently inside me. I had let this awkward, unattractive man slide the tip of his finger into my sex. I had let, actually encouraged, this man I had no feelings for penetrate my body. Why wasn't I feeling sick to the pit of my stomach. I should have been, but I wasn't. I wasn't feeling violated or disgusted with myself. I just thought "Oh well, if he did fuck me, I hope he enjoyed himself!" My God! That was actually a thought that came into my mind. Rob was a virgin and I might have been his first, the one he will remember forever and I realized that I didn't object. My mind should have been screaming rape or at least be outraged that he took me without permission, took me while I was passed out and incapable of objecting, but I wasn't feeling that at all. I just felt like it was something that had happened on the spur of the moment, if it had happened at all, and there was nothing I could do to change it. It was a Saturday and no work for me but, as I mentioned, Sean went to work - he would be home by 6pm, so I was allowing myself to soak in the bath and let my thoughts wash over me. I couldn't get what had happened the night before out of my mind and I even found myself giggling out loud when I closed my eyes and imagined Rob's face staring in disbelief at my boobs. I slid my hand down between my legs and tried to copy what he did to me as I was falling asleep, letting my imagination carry me away, picturing him taking his cock out and rubbing it up and down my vagina lips, letting the tip slip into my warm place. I let my middle finger play the role of his cock as it slowly sank deep inside ... Bang, bang, bang! My thoughts were interrupted by a loud knock on the front door. I ignored it, but the caller was persistent. More loud knocking, and again more. I gave in, wrapped a towel around my body and snuck to a window that would allow me to look outside and see who was calling. It was Rob! My first reaction was to ignore it and hope he'd go away but then I realized I hadn't told Sean how far I'd gone and decided I needed to get the story straight with Rob. I also wanted to know how far he had gone while I was passed out. I noticed him slowly deciding I wasn't in or wasn't going to answer and he turned to leave. I ran to the door opened it and called his name. He didn't hear and was disappearing down the street. I stepped out onto the pavement, or at least half onto the pavement. My right foot was outside the door and on the pavement whilst keeping my left foot inside the flat to ensure the door didn't slam and lock me out, after all I was only wearing a short towel, and I called Rob again, louder this time. I suddenly became aware of one of my neighbors, Ted, from across the street, was putting some rubbish in his bin. He seemed like a nice man, in his late forties or early fifties and I saw him look over at me in my periphery vision but didn't take any notice. Rob looked back over his shoulder and I waved, my towel slipped a little but I caught it before it dropped or showed anything. Rob smiled and came back. I smiled too and as he got closer I realized his eyes where not looking at my face but lower down at my crotch. I looked down to see what he was looking at and to my horror saw that my giant step onto the pavement whilst keeping my left foot inside the flat had opened the bottom of the towel and my pussy was totally exposed to Rob and Ted. In those days shaving wasn't so popular and my dark pubes against the white flesh that had been, mainly, hidden from the sun on our recent vacation meant the hair stood out like a beacon. My first reaction was to jump back inside but having had all those thoughts about Rob from the night before meant a second reaction kicked in and I fought the impulse to cover up and let both Rob and Ted see me. I looked over at the neighbor, who'd I spoken to say "hi!" But didn't really know, and smiled and waved at him as if nothing was showing. Rob finally arrived back at the flat as a car drove passed and broke suddenly to slow down and get a better look at me. I had a fleeting idea about letting the towel drop, but that, I decided, was probably not one of my brighter ideas, perhaps it would be better to go back inside before I caused an accident! Rob came in and I told him I was glad he called because we had to talk. I told him that first I ought to dry my hair and get dressed. I asked him to put the kettle on and make us a tea. I went to the bedroom and began drying my hair. I hadn't realized that Rob had come into the bedroom until he put the tea down on the dresser in front of me. I was aware the towel was beginning to drop quite low and Rob had a good cleavage view as he reached around me to put the tea down. I decided it was silly to worry about it at this stage, considering what I had already shown him last night and even this morning, at the front door. Rob sat on the unmade bed until I had finished with the hairdryer. I was nervous about talking to him about last night, about what I did and ask what he did. I took a deep breath and decided I shouldn't get caught up in small talk, much better to simply confront him, and my nerves, in one fell swoop. I swiveled around on the dressing table stool, probably showing him another glimpse of my pubic hair, until I was facing him and asked if he had enjoyed last night. "Y-y-yes, v-very much." He said "Oh Rob, you're stuttering again. I was hoping to have cured you!" I smiled at my own attempt at a joke. There was a tension in the room and that was my attempt at lightening it. I looked at the floor not knowing how to continue the conversation. "Rob, did, did anything happen last night?" "Wh-what d-do you m-m-mean?" "You know!" I said, trying to intone a plea so I wouldn't have to be more graphic than that. I felt my face flush and for the first time I felt embarrassed by what had happened or even what might have happened. Silence from Rob. He was going to make me say it, make me talk openly about what we did. "Did you ... did you fuck me?" I said, feeling some relief that I managed to say it out loud, not just repeat it for the thousandth time in my head. "D-don't you re-m-member? He asked, playing with me. "If I remembered I would be asking!" I almost yelled at him with an exaggerated exasperation in my voice. He was having way too much fun with me to give me a straight answer. "Wh – what do you remember?" He asked, with a mischievous glint in his eye. I had never seen him so relaxed with a female before. Obviously I had broken down quite a few barriers for him. "I remember you touching me ... down there!" I said, but not indicating where 'down there' was. "Yes!" He agreed, but didn't fill in any more details. "Did you, you know ...?" I asked. He shrugged impishly to imply he didn't understand the question. I let out a frustrated sigh. "Did you put your finger in me?" My face flushed with embarrassment and I couldn't look at him. "Yes." He said with a nervous quiver to his voice. "Did you ... you know ... did you finger fuck me?" "Yes, I – I didn't think you'd m-mind!" He said, looking a lot more bit sheepish, now. It was the first acknowledgement that he had played with me while I was passed out. "Is that as far as you went or did you ... " why was this so hard to say? "Did you fuck me?" "Why w-w-would – would you m-mind?" He said looking at his feet. I thought his non-committal answer meant that he had definitely fucked me. He just couldn't come right out and tell me, he was, perhaps, trying to gauge if I would scream rape or be ok with it, but I felt his evasive answer was an answer in itself. We sat in silence for a moment. He studied his feet while I stared at him. His hair was untidy and greasy, his skin, spotty and blemished, his pudgy tummy bulging over the waist band of his jeans and flat feet nervously tapping out a beat on the bedroom floor. He was one of the most unattractive people I could think of and yet I had let him, no, I had encouraged him to stick his cock in my unconscious cunt! "Look Rob," I said "I told Sean that I showed you my body" I recognized a look of sheer panic in is eyes. "But I didn't tell him that I masturbated or that I let you touch me." His expression hardly changed. I couldn't tell what he was thinking now. "It's OK" I continued "I can't say he was exactly happy about it, but it's done and we'll get over it, but please don't tell him that we fucked, please!" "W - What do I get, i-i-if I d-don't t-t-tell him?" "What do you want?" I asked, shocked that Rob wanted to bargain. "D-drop the t-towel!" I sat in silence, mouth open, shocked at his request, his nerve. It felt as if we sat there without speaking for an hour, but then my mind caught up with the moment and I realized that if all he wanted was another look for his silence I had nothing to lose, he had seen all there was to show, so I stood up and let the towel drop to the floor. He let out a soft low whistle and I was close enough to feel his warm breath on my pussy. Then without any warning he reached out and touched me with his finger. He ran his digit the length of my slit and then pushed a little harder, still sliding back and forth over the entire length of my pussy until he felt my entrance. I knew I was wet and ready to receive his finger and he slid in quite easily. I opened my stance a little bit to allow easier access and felt his inexperienced finger try to saw me in half. I said nothing I felt that I deserved this treatment and what's more I felt that he deserved it too. I deserved it for cheating on Sean and he deserved it for putting up with my stupid showing off and putting him in a horrible position with his friend. I also felt that if he wanted to finger me in order to edit the events of last night, then it was no big deal, it was OK. "D-do you like this?" He asked looking up at my face that I think had remained emotionless. I knew better than to disillusion him and nodded a 'yes'. "Wha-what d-do you think S-Sean w-w-would say if I t-told him you l-l-liked me f-finger f- f- fucking you in the m-morning?" My face must have told its story as the blood drained from my cheeks in horror! "B – being drunk and d-doing something is o-one thing, b-but you're soaking w-wet and letting m-me finger you in b-broad d-daylight!" "You wouldn't tell him would you?" "Can I, c-c-can I f-fuck you?" "You won't tell Sean, you promise?" He used his free hand to draw a cross over his heart, the gesture that means he promises, whilst his right hand still played with my, now, soaking wet pussy. "I – I want t-to fuck you" He said giving his finger a mean little twist. In my mind I thought that he had already fucked me once so it didn't matter, it wasn't making it worse it was just getting him to agree to keep a secret. Before my brain had worked out what to say, I heard my voice agree to it. I suddenly felt empty as his fingers were whipped out of my pussy and Rob stood to take his clothes off. I stood like a naked innocent watching as if in a daze, then I managed to snap back to my senses enough to get onto the bed and lie on my back with my legs spread and used a finger to tease my clitoris. I watched as Rob threw off his T-shirt. His stomach bounced a little. He was, as I said podgy, but not as bad as I thought it would be. Then came his jeans and Y-fronts and his cock, fully erect, sprung into the air, it wasn't standing completely upright, but out at an angle. He climbed on top of me and fumbled as I felt him try to find my entrance with his uncut cock. I reached down and guided him into me, and just like that I let him fuck me. I told myself this was the third cock inside me, and if I hadn't agreed to do it with him this morning I would never have known what cock number three was like. It was an odd reasoning, but your mind can play odd games with you. Rob pushed in all the way on the first thrust, then out just a little and in again. There was no finesse, his cock wasn't big, may be (and I am thinking about this in hindsight for the story, I didn't give it a moments thought at he time) may be about 5 inches? He thrust into me about three more times and I could tell by his breathing that he was very close. I clenched my legs around him in a scissor hold and told him not to move. He froze, apart from raising his body onto his elbows to look at me. I realized my hips were now moving, still humping his cock and my vagina was clenching it as hard as it could. I looked into his face and asked if he liked what I was doing. His answer was to shoot his semen into me. I doubt the whole thing lasted more than 45 seconds, but then he collapsed on top of me, mashing his flabby body against my aroused nipples. My hips still rotating and squeezing the cock that was still inside me but now dormant. I concentrated on squeezing his flesh with my cunt and I lowered my legs and tried to shut them under his body in an effort to keep his cock in me so I could grind myself against him, all to no avail, his limp cock shriveled to the size where, if I had wanted to, I could have held it easily in two fingers. It fell out of my wet sex. We lay there, naked on the bed and he rolled off me making room for my hand to reach down and play with my clitoris. I shut my eyes and thought about being fucked by anyone. I thought about Ted, my neighbor, the one who saw me earlier this morning. I thought about him taking his turn now. Why hadn't I waved to invite him in as well? I thought about Rob telling everyone in the pub how he had fucked me twice and when they didn't believe it he made me prove it by having me strip naked and let him fuck me in front of everyone, I thought of visiting him at home one night – he still lived with his Mum and younger brother – and fucking him on his bed and then fucking his younger brother. I had never been to his place or met his younger brother, but right then I just wanted to fuck. I was feeling very aroused and frustrated. The dirtiness of fucking someone I didn't even like that much and didn't find at all attractive was intoxicating. If Rob had asked me to promise to fuck him every Saturday morning I would have happily agreed. My eyes shot open as I felt Rob move. He was holding my left thigh just above the knee and pulling it aside to open my legs. I let him. He began to roll over to get between my legs. His cock was hard again, already. I grabbed it and desperately guided it into me. I fucked him with abandon. He was lasting better now and pushing back into me as forcefully as he could. This was fucking. This was animal. No technique, no muscle clenching, no rotating hips, just thrust, thrust, thrust! Under my breath I managed a rasping "yes, fuck me, fuck me" and he did. He lowered his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth, clenching his teeth painfully around it, then he released it and sucked on the fleshy mound of my tit, then did the same to my other tit. I exploded as I felt his bite. He kept pounding, having come once already that morning he was still able to go on. He slapped into me and I heard a squishing sound as our bodies collided. His mouth was engulfing my breasts again, first one then the other and I orgasmed again, loudly, screaming and that proved too much. Rob tensed up and I felt his warm seed fill me one more time. We were just coming down from our incredible high when Rob whispered into my ear that he wanted to fuck me again. I misunderstood thinking he meant again that morning and told him to let me recover a little first but then he told me he didn't mean that, but he wanted to fuck me on some other occasion. If he had waited 5 minutes to allow me to recover I would have told him no – it had been a one off, well a one off to agree not to tell about the "one-off' of the night before, but in my post-coital glow I simply agreed and told him he could fuck me any time he wanted. Eventually he went to the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. He came back into the bedroom to find me still naked on top of the bed, legs wide and with my hand gently playing with the hair on my pubic mound. How to Cure a Stutter Ch. 02 "B-by the w-way." He said "Wh-why did you th-think I f-fucked you last n-night? Y-you passed out wh-while I was fingering you, so I c-continued for a w-while ... s-s-see if you'd w-wake up, b-but you didn't and I l-left. I w-wouldn't t-take ad-advantage of you p-passed out, like th-that!" I had cheated on Sean, cheated on him for real this time, I thought it was the only way I could make sure Rob wouldn't tell him that we'd fucked, but we hadn't. All I had done was make it worse. After Rob left I ran my second bath of the day and took the bedclothes off the bed, ready to take to the laundry and that is when I caught sight of my naked body in the dressing-table mirror. I had five love-bites, hickeys, covering my boobs, it was in that moment that reality hit me. What was I doing? I had betrayed my boyfriend, cheated on him and had willingly agreed to continue cheating on him. I knew then, and not just because the hickeys would be discovered, that I had to tell Sean everything and hope he didn't dump me. I decided to bathe, do the laundry, buy some food and a bottle (or two) of wine and be prepared for a huge amount of pleading, begging and groveling for forgiveness. I knew I would do anything to try and make it up to Sean, if he would allow me ... but if he wouldn't ... I had packed a bag and resigned myself for the worst night of my life. How to Cure a Stutter Rob watched every movement as I walked towards him, bathrobe hanging loosely over my tits, but showing my white cotton bikini style panties. I leant forward to offer him the glass and watched his reaction. I wasn't disappointed. I think he must have seen my nipples because his face turned red and flushed and he had a Chesire Cat smile pasted across his face. I put my glass down and sat in front of him again. It was only now that I allowed myself to glance down and see what I was showing. My left nipple seemed to be keeping the bathrobe from falling away but my right breast was completely exposed. I looked at Rob and decided to let him have a moment to himself. I sat back and then slowly, deliberately opened my legs again. "There." I said "Try talking to me normally. I won't cover up so you have no reason to feel tense. Describe what you see. Start at my toes and work your way up, give me a detailed description, use any words you like. I normally call my breasts "boobs" but you can call them tits or anything you want. I want you to talk about my body in detail, you can be poetic or crude, I just want you relax and get rid of all your embarrassment." What a charitable girl I am. What I didn't mention was that by now I was incredibly turned on and longed to hear shy, awkward Rob try to describe my body. Rob really didn't know what I wanted and just fleetingly mentioned that I had 10 toes, 2 feet and 2 legs – not the sexy detailed description I was hoping for, he was seriously blowing it for me. I was turned on and wanted Rob's description to caress the body parts he was describing. As he got to the tops of my legs and his ability to talk dried up. I had to prompt him to continue. I reminded him that he could use any language he wanted. I wasn't going to be offended. "For instance," I said swinging my legs wider and placing my right hand over my mound "what do you call this?" I gently squeezed my sex leaving an indent in the panties that clearly showed the puffiness of my aroused lips. "V-v-vagina." replied Rob "Really?" I questioned, "When talking to your mates you call it a Vagina?" "W-w-well n-n-n-n-no," he stammered "i-it's a p-p-pussy or or c-cunt" "So Rob, do you like my cunt?" As I said the 'c' word that I normally hate I felt my hips give an involuntary twitch that pushed forward displaying myself even more crudely for a second. Rob's eyes shot towards my face as I said 'that' word. I think he was shocked I would say it, but I wanted him to use the worst language possible. I was telling myself it was because it was shock therapy, but by now I think I was so aroused I wanted the experience to be very dirty, very naughty. I still had no idea how far I wanted this to go, I wasn't thinking about anything except for the current moment in time, which explains my reaction when Rob said "I – I don't kn-know, I c-c-can't see it." "See what, Rob?" "Your c-c-cunt." He said, with a nervous little glance to my face to gauge my reaction "Should I take my panties off, Rob, would that help?" Rob simply expelled air noisily as he dared to dream that I would do it, was doing it. "A gentleman would offer to help." I said mischievously, and thrust my hips forward offering myself to him. He leapt forward and knelt between my legs in a moment. I sat back down on the sofa as he sprang forward, I had to lift my bottom to let him pull the panties down my thighs. I felt a tingle, as strong as an electric shock, run through my stomach as his fingers clumsily touched my hips and they shook as the tips of his digits curled inside the slim waistband of my panties. I could feel his breath on my thighs as he tugged at the cloth and revealed my pubic hair and then moist slit. My hips automatically pushed forward further as if searching for something to grind against and finding nothing but air they rotated as they fucked an imaginary lover. I was feeling a huge build up of excitement and lust as Rob exposed my pussy, my cunt. My legs were open too far to allow him to pull the panties over my knees, they were stuck in mid thigh as I continued my pelvic thrusts into the air and just a few inches away from Rob's face. I knew I would let him fuck me if he said the right thing, made the right play, but instead all I could see of him was the top of his head as he penetrated my cunt with his stare. "Touch me." I whispered, but only in my head, not out loud. I wanted to, I really wanted to, but somehow I was now the one with dry lips, dry mouth, unable to speak. I tried to push my hips higher, thought that perhaps I could manage to lift myself onto his lips, this had the wrong effect on him as he leant back and away a little. The only good thing about that was there was now room for me to raise my legs up straight in the air, giving Rob a first look at my ass as I reached up and rolled the panties beyond my knees then bent my legs and guided them off altogether. I lowered my legs but instead of lowering them to the floor, I rested them on Rob's shoulders, my knees bent around his upper body and behind his back I crossed my left foot over my right as I resumed my fucking motion I dug my heels into his back forcing him to steady himself with his hands flat on the sofa either side of my hips. I couldn't stand it any longer. I used my finger to tease my clitoris, rubbing in tiny circles, then dipping down to feel my wet open cunt, back to the hood and repeat. Rob, who had never seen a girl naked before was about to see one have an orgasm from about a foot away. I was thrusting myself at him, digging my heels into his back, I moaned and saw him look up at my face – I mouthed "fuck me" at him but too late, he'd already looked back down. I thought to myself that I should just say it. Say it out loud. I wanted him to fuck me, but every time I built up the courage to blurt it out it seemed to get stuck, I couldn't manage to say it and then it happened, my orgasm flooded every nerve ending in my body. I thrust forward further than ever before and at the same time grabbed his head in both hands and pulled his face to my crotch. I rubbed myself against his nose and mouth mercilessly, screaming at the top of my voice until the epicenter of my world was my wet gushing cunt. I pressed myself onto his mouth and held myself there until I could bear to relax, until my stomach muscles became untangled and the strain of holding his head onto me drained as I loosened my death grip on the poor innocent, awkward and shy boy. I slumped back onto the sofa, my legs now hanging loosely from his shoulders, knees bent by his ears, I unscrewed my eyelids and let out a long, satisfied and exhausted sigh. He looked up at me as I remained open to his gaze, my bathrobe obscenely splayed open allowing him to take in my entire body, but he didn't, he looked me in the face, albeit slightly startled, but he looked at my flushed, red face instead of my cunt, tits or raised nipples, and smiled. "Sorry about that." I managed to say after some moments that felt like years. He smiled and muttered that it was OK. Slowly my eyes shut. I couldn't move, I didn't want to I was slumped down on the sofa, legs over Rob's shoulders and feeling very sated. I lay on the edge of sleep when I felt Rob's fingers gently caressing my pussy, not penetrating just lightly stroking the length of my slit. I think I said it out loud, I'm sure I did. I heard my voice in a breathy whisper say "That's nice." Then I remember feeling the tip of a finger pushing slightly into me and I was gone. When I opened my eyes Sean was gently playing with my nipple telling me that it was time for bed, I woke with a start and looked around for Rob. He was gone, but there were still 2 glasses on the table. I looked again and realized that my panties were gone too. My pussy felt slightly sore, did I do that to myself or did Rob do something to me, did he fuck me while I was passed out? My mind was spinning in a whirlwind of confusion. What had happened? What had I done? I should be feeling ashamed, disgusted with myself, but I wasn't. I was aroused. I wondered if there was any sign of Rob's semen anywhere. I was fast regaining consciousness, and realized I was still on a tremendous high. When he sensed I was awake enough to answer, Sean asked me what had happened. I told him I would tell him as we made love. Sean's reply was simple, yet like Rob, he couldn't reply in words. Instead he just scooped me up and carried me to the bedroom.