5 comments/ 59993 views/ 5 favorites Cream Filled By: anoche As a full-time student at the state university's city campus, I've found a part-time job to supplement my student loan and make ends meet. Nothing unusual about that, quite a few of my classmates work at least one job; but when I tell people the job is in a donut shop, they'll invariably smile and tell me I'm lucky. I agree with them about being lucky but not for the reasons they think. Still I'll ask them how so and they'll reply that they love the scents of vanilla and chocolate; of donuts baking and freshly-ground coffee brewing. How they enjoy looking through the display cases at the variety of treats and how doing so all makes their final choice of a donut or pastry taste that much better. I never tell them that while all these are enticing to the senses, the best any of them can claim from me is second place. There are no delights the shop has to offer the eyes, nose or palate as tempting to me as those of Stephanie, the owner's daughter, a waitress at the shop and my frequent co-worker. The Donut King is owned by a Greek man with a multi-syllabic and difficult to pronounce last name that everyone just calls Mr. Nick. He and his wife, Athena, are nice enough people, hard working and frugal, the kind you have to admire. They have been great about letting me work around my class schedule and I have been dependable in return; they trust me even to open or close the store in a pinch. The Donut King's house specialty is cream filled donuts. They are known across the city and people go out of their way to get them. The homemade cream filling, fairly bursting thick and sweet from each donut is the reason we can't seem to make them fast enough to meet demand some days. At nineteen, Stephanie is a year younger than me. The problem is, each morning when she passes close by me I can't help but stop and gaze at her. The spice of her perfume, the sweet fruit scent of her hair and the vanilla mint of her freshly soaped skin cause my eyes and mind to quickly stray from work and fasten on to her for the rest of the day. Sometimes just a glance from her dark eyes arouses such an aching desire in me that I have to endure tortuous long hours until my shift ends. Then I can finally hurry home to relieve myself in the bathroom sink. You see with my class and work schedules what they are; I don't have time to even meet a girl, let alone date. I know my situation is only temporary, just until graduation. It's just that when Stephanie is around graduation seems an eternity away and rest assured that she is no angel. I've long had the suspicion that she is aware of the effect she has on me and I don't doubt for a moment that she would find tormenting me amusing. Stephanie runs the cash register and serves customers at the long counter and several booths in the store. I have seen her counting her tips at the end of a shift and some days the stack of bills and pile of change she has collected are impressive. Unfortunately for her I sometimes fall behind on filling donuts simply because I am distracted by her presence. If customers have to wait for donuts, they don't leave quickly enough or else they just leave without ordering, both of which cost her in tips. It's at peak times like those that Stephanie's parents can become exasperated and yell in an almost comical mix of English and Greek. They are never insulting or hurtful but Stephanie is prone to explosively venomous rages that are often directed at her fellow employees. Coming from someone as bright and articulate as her those outbursts are especially shocking and her bilingual arsenal of swear words would impress the most hardened of men. I keep expecting it to happen but surprisingly she has yet to turn that sharpened tongue on me. Of course she saves all the nastiness for the kitchen out of earshot of the customers who all think she is an angel, making a point of telling her how beautiful she is while over tipping for her service. The fact that she doesn't fasten the top two snaps of her uniform doesn't hurt either. Stephanie always wears a small cross on a chain of silver that guides your eyes unerringly to the creamy swells of her breasts. Yes, not only are Stephanie's scents bewitching, so is the rest of her. She has licorice dark eyes and is tall but slender. Her lustrous black hair falls in natural waves past her shoulders. With exotic skin tones inherited from her Mediterranean ancestors, enthralling breasts and an ass to kill or die for, she fills out her waitress uniform in mesmerizing ways. I love to watch the way her delectable butt moves, the sweet muscles proudly tensing and releasing as she struts. It is unending but delicious torment to know that only a couple of thin layers of cloth keep my eyes from the prize; a torment especially cruel when she wears a thong. I think it is an even worse pain to not be around her. When one of us has the day off I must rely solely on memories of her and her hypnotic ass; the apron strings tied just above and the hem of her uniform not too far below, I easily imagine it a framed artwork. The rest of my day is filled pondering the delights of those orbs and the cleft between them that her uniform just can't quite seem to conceal. Many times I've had to endure unrelieved agony while watching Stephanie move through the kitchen while I squeeze saccharine sweet smelling cream from a pastry bag into one end of a donut until both I and the donut are at the bursting point. Each time I get some cream on me, I immediately have this mental image of Stephanie raising my hand to her glossed and glistening lips. "Let me get that for you, Jeff," she'd offer in a seductive tone. Then she would gently suck the tips of my fingers into her mouth and lave them with her tongue until she'd gotten it all; her dark eyes gleaming as she enjoyed my distress. Unfortunately, Stephanie has always seemed out of reach, having had a boyfriend the whole two years I have worked at the Donut King. Like her, he is Greek and from a well off family so everyone assumed they would marry after college. Me, I thought Stephanie was too smart and worldly in her own way to be satisfied with him for long; he seemed utterly content just to acquire speeding tickets in the sports car his parents bought him and spend their money. He must have agreed with me for to everyone else's surprise he broke it off with her one night. The next morning she was in an especially rare mood, announcing the breakup to everyone on her arrival at work. When her mom asked why he broke up with her she responded, "Because he's an ASSHOLE!" effectively ending the conversation. Ray, the old guy who washes dishes and sweeps the floors, speculated it was because she wouldn't let him fuck her. Somehow I doubted it. The way she dresses and moves, the way she looks at guys all suggest otherwise. In fact, if there was one thing about her I felt I could be certain of, it is her animal-like sexuality, the kind that demands frequent feeding but is seldom sated. "That's the girl's whole problem if you ask me," he said poking the air between us with a gnarled old finger. "She just needs a good stiff one. Before my wife passed on, I used to always be able to tell when she needed fuckin'. She'd yell or cry without any good reason 'til I'd take her in the bedroom and fuck the hell out of her. Then I'd know I'd be in for a few days of peace and good cooking until we started it all over again." "I'll keep that in mind Ray, in case I ever get married," I said. "Say Jeff" he said, nodding his head toward the door to the dining area. "Maybe this is your chance." "What, me and Stephanie?" "Sure. It'd solve both our problems," he said. "You might get laid and then she'd quit breaking my balls." "I'll think about it, Ray." Thinking it over, it wasn't such a bad idea. My social life was nonexistent with my class and work schedules what they are and while I may not be the best looking guy in town, I'm no eyesore either and there was no denying my attraction to her. Waiting a few days until she finally calmed down some, I told her I was sorry about her breakup. "I guess he really is an asshole," I said. "Why do you say that?" she asked. "He has to be," I said, pausing to look her in the eyes, "there couldn't be any other reason to break up with you." Her eyes locked into mine for a moment and she gave me a part quizzical look as if she was re-evaluating me. "Thanks," she said with a half smile. After that we flirted somewhat, as I tried to gauge Stephanie's potential interest in me. Was it my imagination or wishful thinking that she seemed to bump into me or brush against me with increasing frequency? Of course, it was not a large kitchen and when things were busy, it was easy to run into people. Stephanie would often stop me in my tracks with just a touch of her hand on my arm or back, and then pass so closely that I could smell her powdery deodorant and the salty tang of her sweat as she brushed cat-like by me. I stayed frozen until she was gone except for the part of me that I hoped my apron hid. Did she sense my eyes caressing her? Was Stephanie toying with, teasing or encouraging me? Was her game just to see how hot she could get me? Why else would she bend from the waist to reach something on one of the low shelves in the kitchen? Her glorious ass always seemed aimed toward me then, the thin material of her uniform stretched teasingly taut across it. When Stephanie needed something off one of the high shelves near me why didn't she just ask me to get it like she always used to? Instead she reached for it herself, all the tender muscles of her body tensing as she stood on tip toe. As she was right next to me, I couldn't help but see down the top of her uniform to the light sheen of perspiration glistening where Stephanie's breasts swelled above her bra. I thought I saw her look out the corners of her eyes at me. Had she seen where mine had been? I couldn't tell from her enigmatic smile. If this was a game it couldn't continue much longer. I had to have her or get over her somehow. I waited hoping to sense the right moment to politely ask her for a date. When her parents left on vacation this week to attend a wedding and visit with relatives in Greece, I knew the time was finally right. Mr. Nick had wanted to close up for the two weeks the family would be gone. Instead Stephanie insisted on staying. Like me, she takes classes in summer and told them she couldn't miss the time. Everything would be fine with her running the place, she assured them. Besides, she added, Jeff will be here as well to "keep an eye on things." Finally persuaded, Nick and Athena left Saturday morning. Sunday morning I was to show up for my shift at 4:30 as usual so we could open by 5. I was awakened not by my alarm but by a loud thunderclap and a down pouring of rain as a front stalled over the city. Still, leaving for work I hadn't worn a coat as the rain had eased some by the time I got in my car but it began falling even harder than before as I drove. Employees are supposed to park away from the front of the store to save space for customers. I complied with the rule despite the storm but by the time I made it from my car to the front door, I was saturated. I don't think it would have mattered where I parked, I would have gotten soaked had I parked right in front as hard as it was raining. It was obvious from the unlit interior of the shop that I was the first to arrive. Assuming Stephanie was probably late in arriving due to the storm and having proved myself trusty enough to have a key and the alarm code, I let myself in jangling the bells over the front door as it opened, then turned on the lights. I wasn't too concerned about Stephanie's tardiness. Sunday mornings were usually slow until the church services let out later on. She would have ample time to get the cash register set up. First thing, I ground some coffee beans and started a pot brewing. The shop was soon filled with what I consider the second most delectable scent to be enjoyed there. After that I went about firing up the rest of the equipment, figuring there was plenty of time yet to start the first batch of donuts with the weather what it was. Besides, while Mr. Nick wouldn't have approved, we had enough leftovers to start off with. I just pulled the plastic wrap off a few of the sticky sweet trays and stuck them in the display cases. The first pot of coffee was finished by the time I was done with the trays and I poured myself a cup of the steaming liquid, each sip warming me from mouth to stomach. Whether it was the storm, caffeine, my jitters about asking Stephanie out or all of them, my senses were now keenly awake. Alerted by the front door bells I walked to the swinging doors, peering through the Plexiglas window in time to see Stephanie arrive. Naturally the employee parking rule didn't apply in her mind and she parked as close as she could to the front door. The rain was falling even harder than before and like me she hadn't worn a coat so by the time she reached the door Stephanie was soaked to the skin. She didn't bother to relock the door behind her but stepped quickly toward the kitchen. I backed away and watched as she came through the double doors. Her thick, ebony hair had matted on her head. Water dripped from it and ran down her face. Some trickled, glistening in the fluorescent light while following the gentle curves of her neck downward. Droplets sparkled like jewels on her breasts. Her already form hugging uniform had soaked all the way through. The wet fabric clung tightly to every curve of her body and revealed more than it hid. My eyes explored eagerly as they moved down her ripened form. Her nipples were chocolate dark and hard. They perfectly topped the swell of her proud breasts. My eyes continued to trace her contours which curved inward at the waist then gently out again to her hips. Even her mound was unmistakably outlined by her clinging wet uniform. She hadn't worn hose today and I wanted to lick off every drop of the rainwater that glazed the tender flesh of her legs. I wanted to lick each drop from every inch of her body. My plan to politely ask her out had dissolved. It dripped away with the rain from her tempting body. "Fuck ME!" she shouted as she wrung her arms and stamped her feet, flinging water from herself as she did so. "You're certainly wet enough for it aren't you?" I said. "What's gotten into you?" she asked with a laughing snort and gave me a sidelong look. "You have," I answered directly. Looking at her as she stood before me dripping wet like Venus emerging from the sea, I knew there was no turning back. Instead I squared my shoulders as I faced her. "Stephanie, I'm not going to tell you that you're beautiful because I know you hear that all the time." "Then what are you going to tell me, Jeff?" she asked, "Just that you look...so...fucking...sexy," I said plainly. "Oh yeah?" she replied, suddenly calm and still. "I've wanted you badly for some time Stephanie," I explained. "But I've never wanted you more than right now." "My dad would kill you if he heard you talking like this to me," she said softly, her midnight dark eyes on mine. I wasn't sure from her tone if she was giving me a warning or a dare. "I promise not to tell him," I gambled. "The question is will you?" She didn't move but the corners of her mouth flirted with a smile. Taking a slow step toward her but never taking my eyes from hers I drew a deep slow breath as I neared Stephanie's heady mix of scents that her rain-wet skin and uniform seemed to magnify. Unable to take it any longer and not caring if I got fired or if her dad did try to kill me, I moved toward her fearing only her rejection. A single small step separated us now and leaning in slowly toward her until our lips touched, I kissed her as the rain drummed furiously on the roof. Stephanie raised her hands, the palms flat against my chest. For a second I tensed, anticipating she would push me away. Instead she grabbed the wet cloth of my shirt and balled her hands into fists gripping it tightly. My kiss became her kiss as her tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth finding mine. I tasted her lip gloss. There were hints of coffee and mouthwash but I couldn't tell if they were they from my mouth or hers. Wrapping my arms about her I pulled Stephanie in tight to my chest. The exposed wet skin on our arms had goose-fleshed but there was sudden warmth where our bodies met. The kissing became more fervent and the slow friction of our hands moving over each other built the heat between us. I released her from my embrace to gently squeeze her supple breasts, pinching her hardened nipples right through her soggy clothing. She gripped me at the waist and pulled my hips closer to hers. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to make a move," she said. In reply I worked a few fingers of each hand into an opening between snaps on the front of her uniform. With an urgent jerk of my arms, it parted and slid down her into a sloppy lump on the floor. Stephanie broke our kiss momentarily as she stepped out of the wet pile. She stood there in her sheer bra, patterned panties and tennis shoes. Her ebony eyes watched mine as they took in and caressed her body. Her hard, dark nipples threatened to poke holes in her bra while the black thatch of pubic hair above her pussy was plainly visible through her thin, clinging panties. Stephanie reached behind herself to unhook her bra then swiftly shrugged it from her shoulders. Bending for her now spectacularly free breasts, I ran the flat of my tongue like a butter brush across the delicious rise of one, sucking the pebble hard nipple and as much of the surrounding flesh into my mouth as I could. Slowly it escaped from me as I fought gravity to hold onto her succulence as long as possible. My lips squeezed it as my tongue swirled about and I sucked hard until finally it pulled free. The vanilla and mint scent from her skin filling my lungs with every breath. Repeating the process on her other breast I then stood straight to hungrily find her mouth again. As we kissed Stephanie gave a soft moan that vibrated through me. She sucked on my tongue while my hands slid down her back and into her panties, each of them kneading a cheek of that glorious ass. All the while my cock strained painfully against the confinement of my soggy pants. I cupped the backs of her legs below her butt and lifted her so that her head was above mine. Stephanie continued to attack my mouth with her tongue. Her wet hair, suffused with the aromas of exotic fruits, fell across both our faces and I could feel it cling coolly to my neck. Walking us over I eased her down until she sat on the edge of the old wood table that served as my work area. "I want to lick your pussy," I said breathing faster now. "Good 'cause I need you to," she answered, nearly panting herself. I guided her shoulders back with my hands until Stephanie was propped on her elbows. She smiled and eagerly raised her hips letting me pull her wet panties free in one quick motion. Pressing her knees outward and kneeling before Stephanie like a supplicant at the altar of a goddess, I inhaled deeply the scent of her rapidly heating pussy. She was shaved smooth about the wine colored lips leaving only a neatly trimmed patch above. Leaning closer to her until the jet black pubic hair tickled the tip of my nose, once more I filled my lungs with her musk. The blood that rushed to my cock was now near to boiling. Maybe it was something primitive in her animal scent or in me that turned me ravenous but I quickly parted the lips of her pussy with my tongue, running it from the bottom of her sweet slit to the top. Sucking her clit gently into my mouth then teasing it with the tip of my tongue, I heard Stephanie gave another sigh and a "Fuck yeah" under her breath as I worked that precious nub. Cream Filled Many thanks to Kumani for editorial assistance. * Two years ago when I first became a full-time student at the state university's city campus I was fortunate enough to find a part-time job, one that I still have to this day. Twenty hours a week I work in a small family run pastry shop called the Donut King. While the amount of money I earn there is modest, it is a much needed supplement to my student loan and savings. "We'll do what we can, Jason," my dad had reassured me, taking me aside as he and my mom dropped me and my meager possessions off at school. "But you might want to try and find a job if you can." We'd talked about it many times before so my dad really didn't need to bring it up again. My folks didn't make enough to pay for my tuition, books, room and board outright but they made too much for me to qualify for sufficient grant money. I'd taken out a loan but we all knew I'd have to come up with some money on my own if I was to make it through four years at the university. Still it wasn't something I was going to lose any sleep over, at least not right away. Instead I was excited to be on my own and away from home for the first time and intent on exploring my new environment. So after my parents had wished me well and had gone back home I spent most of my time in the days before classes, wandering about the campus and the city. My hometown was small and back there my senses had early on been imprinted with the native greens, browns and blues. Along with the smell of freshly cut grass, turned earth and rain-sweetened air they are cherished comforts, but also by then had become far too familiar. So in those first few days in the city I eagerly found myself basking in the new sights, sounds, scents and textures surrounding me. It was the very next day after my arrival in fact that while exploring the area near campus on foot I found the Donut King. Truthfully, I first caught whiff of two of my favorite aromas: donuts and coffee, from a couple of blocks away then was lured unfailingly by them straight to the front door. By the time I had reached the little shop I had developed quite a craving and at that point my only thought was to get a fresh donut and a cup of coffee if there was enough change left in my pocket to buy them. A Help Wanted sign in the window caught my eye as I pulled the door handle and stepped inside. The bell overhead clanged loudly for several seconds prompting the waitress behind the counter who'd had her back to me to cast a casual glance over her shoulder toward the source of the sound. It was then that I beheld Stephanie for the first time and like powdered sugar to dark clothing I was instantly drawn to her. Casting a quick glance about I could see the shop was small but tidy and well lit. On the walls were framed pictures, prints and travel posters of the Greek isles, of whitewashed houses clustered about steep hillsides overlooking the unmistakable blue of the Mediterranean. There were also photos of the Acropolis, pictured both by day and by night in all its centuries' old silent magnificence, along with notices not to loiter and a requirement to have a shirt and shoes on to receive service. The combined redolence of fresh donuts, pastries and coffee suffusing the air teased my achingly empty stomach unrelentingly. Gleaming cases of glass and chrome behind the counter displayed a tempting variety of donuts, oversized and overfilled pastries and a wickedly enticing plethora of fine baked goods. But after a brief glance at the contents of the display cases, what caught and fixed my attention was the girl behind the counter. She certainly didn't look like any of the girls from my hometown. Whereas the ones I grew up with were blondes, brunettes or redheads, this girl's hair was the deepest and darkest ebony I'd ever seen. Her eyes were so deep a brown as they glittered beneath her sable eyebrows that they might have easily been mistaken for black. Her skin was as exotic to me as her hair. It wasn't white, black or brown but more of a silken olive. Truthfully there has never been a word in my vocabulary that could accurately describe the alluring tone. Still as singular as she appeared to me there was something that seemed recognizable about her at the same time. Given the unified theme of the wall posters and the rich hues of her skin I concluded that she was most likely of Greek descent. Then it dawned on me. The dull waitress uniform aside, this girl might have looked at home atop Mount Olympus among the gods and goddesses straight out of an illustration from the Western Civilization textbook I'd bought that morning. Since it was almost noon and most people had already made their coffee and donut runs for the day the shop was nearly empty. There were ample seating options but I sat on a stool at the counter, the better to observe this comely demigoddess closely. She seemed to be about my age and was leaning on an elbow sort of sideways against the stainless steel back counter next to where the coffee pots and stacks of cups were set. After having taken a casual glance in my direction, she'd gone back to giving sass through the service window in the wall to an unseen someone in the kitchen. Leaning as she was caused the girl's lithe body to stretch so that her already snug fitting uniform tauntingly emphasized each of her savory contours. My eyes had made it down to her sleekly muscled tawny legs, when her vocal tone softened from the one she'd been using to harangue the unfortunate and unseen someone in the kitchen. "See something you like?" Her question sounded innocent enough until I looked up and saw her sly smile and an ink dark eyebrow arched in my direction. She'd caught me scoping her out. With most girls I probably would have just laughed and made a hasty joke but with her I felt myself begin to blush. Mentally grasping, I noticed a sign on the wall behind her, proclaiming that the best cream filled donuts in the city could be found right there at the Donut King. "Yes, I was wondering," I stammered some as I tried to recover, "if you might have any cream filled donuts?" "Well," she paused as if to give my question serious thought, "since this is a donut shop and cream filled donuts are the house specialty, I think we just might be able to find you one." The girl smiled broadly then, her crimson glossed lips parting to reveal brightly white teeth. It was plainly evident she was enjoying watching me squirm. "May I have one please?" "Yes, you may," she chuckled. "Would you like some coffee with that?" "Yes, please." "Such nice manners," the girl remarked, still toying with me as she placed the donut and a coffee cup in front of me. She stepped closer until only the stippled width of the well worn Formica countertop separated us. Her eyes focused on the porcelain cup as she poured the coffee while adding a final dig at me. "Your Mom must have trained you well." There wasn't time to think of a retort as now I was hit by something far more powerful than her verbal barbs. It was an intoxicating mix of scents that flowed over me, urging me to take deep and savoring breaths. Vanilla, mint and a suggestion of something sweet and fruit-like were all discernable. Plus a hotter, more spiced aroma that I assumed had to be her perfume. They quickly replaced coffee and donuts at the top of my list of favorite scents. She set the coffee pot on the counter and I looked for her name tag. "Thank you, Stephanie," I managed to say, drawing another deep breath, thankful for more than just the coffee and donut. "Anything else I can get for you?" Despite the slightest hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth, I couldn't decide if she'd intended more than one meaning behind her question but I decided to act as if she had. Needing a job anyway, I decided there and then to apply for whatever position they had open. Regardless of what the pay was, there was certainly one obvious benefit if I got it and that was to get to know Stephanie better. And if I was going to work there, addictive scents or not, I decided I needed to assert myself and let her know I was no puppy on a leash, "trained" or otherwise. "Actually, there is." As I took a long pause to sip my coffee and let her ponder the possibilities, I studied Stephanie. Her ebony eyebrows elevated slightly and she smiled in anticipation, no doubt in mental preparation to verbally skewer me. Was she thinking I was going to hit on her? That was certainly what I wanted her to think so that when I only asked for an application she'd learn she no longer had the upper hand. "I noticed the help wanted sign in the window," I continued when I felt I'd paused long enough "and I'd like to place an application." Stephanie's grin returned and I'm pretty sure she saw through my ploy but she stepped over by the cash register and reached under the counter. Her close fitting uniform stretched across an ass so divine that it would have made any goddess jealous. In a moment she was back with an application and a pen that she'd pulled out of her apron then handed them both to me. Once more I thanked Stephanie, eliciting another wide smile from her. Taking a sip of coffee I took up the pen and began earnestly filling in the form. Pausing after completing the top part with the name and address information, I took a bite of the donut. As my teeth sank into the soft, sugar coated exterior my mouth was instantly flooded with a deliciously rich, sweet gob of freshly whipped cream that could only be described as heavenly. The application would have to wait a few minutes. This was the best damn donut I'd ever had. So intent was I on savoring it that I didn't notice that powdered sugar from the donut was falling everywhere. Once I did, I wiped my hands and the application off with a paper napkin and then continued filling out the form. When I'd finished, I motioned Stephanie over and she picked up the application and casually scrutinized it. "So, Jason Sayers," she began with a pensively furrowed brow as she readied herself to interrogate me. "Do you have any experience with making donuts?" "Yes, I do," I lied. "Could you elaborate, please?" "Sure, at the donut shop in my home town." "Does this donut shop have a name?" "That is the name," I answered quickly, trying to mentally catch up so I could anticipate her questions and give better answers. "It's called... the Donut Shop." "What kinds of donuts did you make there?" Stephanie continued her smile broadening. Like Socrates she was inexorably questioning her way to the truth. "Both kinds," I blurted. "Both kinds...?" Stephanie's left eyebrow arched higher. "Yes, both the kind with holes and the kind without," I answered, regretting the words the moment I spoke them. Stephanie laughed heartily causing her breasts to jiggle delightfully beneath her dull but wonderfully tight waitress uniform. "Why didn't you add that to your work history?" "I would have but they went out of business," I replied then hastily added, "so it's not like anyone could call them to verify anything." "Donuts both with holes and without and still they went out of business? What ever happened?" "Oh, I guess after I left things kind of went downhill for them." Stephanie laughed again and I tried not to stare at her breasts while blushing with embarrassment at the feeling that I'd blown it with both her and the job. Then to add to my humbling she made a quick circle in the air around her lips with a finger to indicate I needed to wipe my mouth, which I quickly did after grabbing another napkin. "I'll be right back," she said and headed into the kitchen probably to alert the rest of the staff to the idiot out front who wanted a job. In a moment Stephanie was back but without the application no doubt having round-filed it, I glumly assumed. "My mom will be out in just a minute to talk to you about the position," Stephanie informed me. "Oh," she added, "let me get that for you." Stephanie pulled another paper napkin from the dispenser on the counter and leaned towards me. Her black hair was pulled back in a pony tail but it still showed how lustrous and full it was as it seemed to flow in a soft, sable wave behind her head. With Stephanie's heavenly face now just inches from mine, once more my lungs filled with her heady blend of scents. Transfixed, I watched as she parted her glossed lips and delicately touched the napkin to her wet pink tongue. She carefully wiped up the powdered sugar that had fallen on my shirt. As she did my eyes were drawn to the shining silver cross Stephanie wore on a delicate chain about her neck. It seemed to be pointing to the hollow between the rich olive toned rise of her scrumptious breasts and my eyes quickly followed the directive. When she'd finished wiping my shirt I looked up into Stephanie's dark eyes, her face still just inches from mine. "I thought you might want to make a good impression," she explained casually. Stephanie's eyes, looking like two pieces of brilliantly polished obsidian, sparkled with warmth and at once I was elated to think all was not lost. Before I could respond though, a woman came out through the double doors from the kitchen. The familial resemblance to Stephanie was unmistakable. She introduced herself as Athena and began asking me questions. As future experience would show me, while Stephanie was around it was difficult to concentrate on anything else but I tried to give answers to Athena's questions while casting hungry glances Stephanie's way each chance I could. Stephanie acted oblivious to our presence as she seemingly went about her business. If she looked my way at all, I didn't catch it. After a few minutes, Athena excused herself and asked me to wait so that her husband could speak to me. Swiveling on the stool, I whiled away the time watching Stephanie wipe off tabletops that already appeared to be quite clean. At times she'd need to bend over and stretch just that little bit extra to reach the far side of a table or one of the chair seats, stretching her uniform taut across her wondrous ass. "How are you?" a masculine voice near my shoulder asked at just such a time, startling me so that I nearly jumped from my seat. "What? Oh, I'm fine, thank you," I answered turning toward the voice. The man introduced himself and offered his hand to me. "Nice to meet you Mr..." His first name was Nick that much I'd caught for certain, but the multi-syllabic last name eluded me. He'd given it so quickly that I couldn't exactly be sure what he'd said. The man laughed as he shook my hand and in my peripheral view I could see that Stephanie was thoroughly enjoying my being humbled once more. First the man catches me ogling his daughter then I can't even attempt to pronounce his name. "Now you see why everyone calls me Nick or Mr. Nick. Just pick whichever you like and use that." If he'd been at all offended he didn't show it. "I'm Jason Sayers, Mr. Nick it's nice to meet you." "So, Jason Sayers, you want to make donuts?" Mr. Nick asked as he read my application. "I want to work sir, whatever the duties might be." We talked for a few minutes and I explained about my going to school and needing money and he explained that he needed someone he could depend on to show up and work hard. The hours were early in the morning for the most part and that I would need to be on time as they were busy, so they had to keep making the donuts to meet the morning rush. He'd tried out several people and they hadn't worked out for one reason or the other. The hours and effort wouldn't be a problem, I assured him. He shook my hand again and went back into the kitchen leaving Stephanie and me alone. It was quiet enough that seated at the counter I could hear Mr. Nick and Athena in the back conversing in what I took to be Greek. Naturally, not speaking the language I couldn't be sure what they were saying, other than I heard "Jason" now and then. It was obvious that Stephanie was eavesdropping as she positioned herself near the service window, leaning against the back counter and facing me while cocking her head towards the opening in the wall. "Stephanie!" Mr. Nick called through the window. "Yes, dad?" she answered with a coy smile. "What do you think of this boy?" he whispered loudly. "You think I should hire him?" "Sure, dad he seems nice." "OK." Stephanie gave me a broad smile and in a moment Mr. Nick came back out and asked me when I could start. After he said good bye and went back into the kitchen, I stood up and asked Stephanie what I owed her for the donut and coffee. "No, no, it's my treat," she answered with a negative shake of her head. "Thank you. I appreciate your kindness." "You're welcome." "So I guess I'll be seeing you soon," I added. "I guess you will." Starting to turn towards the door, I stopped myself as a question formed in my mind. "Do you always get the last word?" I asked her. "Pretty much..." Our eyes locked a moment then we both laughed. That was my introduction to Stephanie and her bewitching presence, her sense of humor and her competitiveness. The next morning, which was to be my first day on the job, I made sure that I was early by arriving fifteen minutes ahead of my start time of four a.m. Mr. Nick greeted me enthusiastically. It didn't take long to realize that he and his wife, Athena, are good people who are honest, hard working and frugal. They're the kind of people you really have to respect for their efforts. Unfortunately it also didn't take long for me to find out that Stephanie had a boyfriend. Thankfully no one seemed to notice as my heart hit the floor and bounced a few times then rolled under the counter like a stale donut. It's probably for the best I tried to tell myself once I'd loosened the knot of disappointment in my gut. Otherwise it would be too much of a distraction to work with her. That first morning, her dad showed me how to perform one of my main duties, taking freshly made donuts, the kind without holes, and filling them with cream from a pastry bag and then powdering them with confectioner's sugar. Mr. Nick told me that they're known across the city and people go out of their way to buy them. That's one of the two reasons we can't seem to make them fast enough to meet demand some days. The other is that I've found despite our platonic status I have a hard time concentrating on my work whenever Stephanie is around and she's around most of the time. Each morning at some point she'll invariably pass close by me and I just can't help but stop and let my eyes linger on her. Stephanie's unique bouquet of scents abides in her wake and I always use the opportunity to take several deep filling breaths. My eyes and mind quickly stray from donut batter and whipping cream to fasten onto her for the rest of the day. Since that first day Stephanie and I have engaged in the sexually charged banter that is as much a staple of working in the food service industry as grease and sweat. For the most part if not completely meaningless it's a generally harmless pastime but I swear there have been many days when just a glance from her dark eyes aroused such an aching desire in me that the hours until my shift ended became one tortuous long sexual fantasy. Early on I concluded that Stephanie has always been very aware of the effect she has on me and that she finds ratcheting up my level of sexual torment day after day an amusing game to play. It's Stephanie's responsibility to run the cash register and serve the customers that sit at the long counter up front or at the small tables by the windows. From watching her count her tips at the end of a shift it's obvious she is good at what she does. Some days the stack of bills and the pile of change she collects is quite impressive. Cream Filled Unfortunately though, simply because I am distracted by her presence I sometimes fall behind on getting donuts filled with cream. You see if customers have to wait for donuts they don't leave quickly enough or else they just leave without ordering, both of which situations cost Stephanie in tips. It's at peak times like those that Stephanie's parents can become exasperated and yell in an almost comical mix of English and Greek. While they're never insulting or hurtful to anyone, Stephanie on the other hand is prone to explosive rages that she frequently directs at her fellow employees. Coming from someone as bright and articulate as her these outbursts are especially shocking as her bilingual arsenal of swear words is quite formidable. For whatever reason though, she has yet to turn that sharpened tongue on me. Naturally she saves most of the nastiness for when she's in the kitchen out of earshot of the customers who all think she's an angel. Especially the men, the regulars who make it a point to tell her how beautiful she is while over tipping for her service. Of course the fact that she doesn't fasten the top two snaps of her uniform doesn't hurt her cause either and Stephanie always wears that same small cross and chain of silver that guides ones eyes unerringly to the midpoint between the swells of her ripe breasts. There have been far too many times to even count that I've had to endure unrelieved, watching Stephanie languidly glide through the kitchen while I'm squeezing saccharine-sweet smelling cream from a pastry bag into one end of a donut, squeezing until both the donut and I are to the bursting point. Then everything becomes sexual and the simple act of pouring sugar glazing over old fashioned donuts turns them into tray after tray of gaping pussies, each covered with and oozing hot, white cum. So why don't I do something about it you ask? Unfortunately for me, Stephanie has always been out of reach. As I said, she had a boyfriend the whole two years I've worked at the Donut King and like her, he is of Greek descent and from a comparatively well off family. Everyone, especially Stephanie's parents have assumed they would marry after college. Everyone, that is except me. She and I talk about all sorts of things and this past year if she mentioned him at all it was not in the way that a girl in love talks about her boyfriend. While I'm sure he's a nice guy and all, she seems to be far more inquisitive and imaginative than he is. He seems utterly content to acquire speeding tickets in the sports car his parents bought him and otherwise piss away their money. So while for two years I've endured the sweet torture of being so near to Stephanie but not having her, it was just a matter of time I figured before she would tire of him. He must have thought so too, for to everyone's surprise but mine, he broke it off with Stephanie one night not long ago. The next morning she was in an especially rare mood, announcing the breakup to everyone on her arrival at work. "What did you do?" her mom, Athena, asked. "What did I do?" "Well you must have done something," Mr. Nick added. "Why else would he break up with you?" "...because ...he's an ASSHOLE!" Stephanie screamed at them, effectively ending the discussion. Ray, the old guy who washes dishes and sweeps the floors speculated it was because she wouldn't let him fuck her. Somehow I doubted that. The way Stephanie dresses and moves, the way she looks at guys all suggested otherwise to me. In fact if there's one thing about her I did feel certain of it is that she has an innate animal-like sexuality. The kind it seems to me would demand frequent feeding but would be seldom satisfied for long. "That's the girl's whole problem if you ask me," Ray said to me, poking the air between us with a gnarled old finger. "She just needs a good stiff one." "I'll keep that in mind Ray." "Say Jason" he said as if he'd pondered up an epiphany, nodding his head toward the door to the dining area, "here's your chance." "What, me and Stephanie?" "Sure. It'd solve both our problems," he said. "You might get laid and then she might quit breaking my balls." "I'll think about it, Ray." After thinking it over for a full two seconds, I knew he was right. My social life was nonexistent with my class and work schedules what they are and there certainly was no denying my attraction to her. So I waited a few days until she stopped being in her words, "one pissed off bitch." Then I told her I was sorry about her breakup though truly I was anything but unhappy about it. "I guess he really is an asshole." "Why do you say that?" Stephanie asked. "He has to be," I replied, pausing to look her in the eyes, "there couldn't be any other reason to break up with you." Stephanie locked her eyes into mine for a moment and she gave me a part quizzical look as if she was re-evaluating me. "Thanks," she said with a half smile. We'd always flirted somewhat but our flirtations seemed to take on a different tone now as I tried to gauge Stephanie's potential interest in me. Was it my imagination or just wishful thinking that she seemed to bump into me or brush against me with increasing frequency? Of course, it's not a large kitchen and when things are busy it's easy to run into people. Stephanie often stops me in my tracks with a touch of her hand on my arm or back and then passes so closely that I can smell her powdery deodorant and almost taste the salty tang of her sweat as she brushes cat-like by me. She has to sense my eyes caressing her, I'm sure of it. Just the other day as I was doing inventory in the storeroom, she reached for a box of straws that was practically right over my head. All the tender muscles of her body tensed as she stood on tip toe. Since Stephanie was right next to me I couldn't help but have my eyes, guided by her cross and chain, slide down the top of her uniform to the light sheen of perspiration glistening where her breasts swelled above her bra. Then I saw her look out the corners of her eyes at me, so I quickly glanced away but she had to have seen where I'd been looking. What she thought about it I couldn't tell from her enigmatic smile but if this was a game for her I decided not to let it continue much longer. Either I had to have her or get over her somehow. Still I waited to make a move, hoping to sense just the right moment to politely ask her for a date. Not as simple as you might suppose as when word got out that she was single, Stephanie had no shortage of guys asking her out and she dated and dumped several in rapid succession. But the fact is I really do like Stephanie and I do work for her parents, so I was determined to treat her with respect and go about things the right way. When they left on vacation to attend a wedding and visit with relatives in Greece, I felt it was the opportune time since she wasn't going with them and I knew she wasn't seeing anyone at the moment. Mr. Nick had wanted to close up shop for the two weeks the family would be gone. Instead Stephanie insisted on staying. Like me, she takes classes in summer and she told her parents she couldn't afford to miss the time without it severely affecting her grades. She assured them that everything would be fine with her running the place. "Besides," Stephanie added, "Jason will be here to keep an eye on things." Finally persuaded, Nick and Athena left for Europe on a Saturday morning. That Sunday morning I was to show up for my shift at 4am as usual so we could be open by 5am but it wasn't my alarm that woke me but a very loud thunderclap followed by a down pouring of rain as a front stalled over the city. Just the same, leaving for work I didn't wear a rain coat as the storm had eased some by the time I got in my car but wouldn't you know, the rain began falling even harder than before as I drove. Mr. Nick has a rule that employees are supposed to park away from the front of the store to save spaces for the customers. Dutifully I complied with the rule despite the storm so by the time I made it from my car to the front door I was saturated. It probably wouldn't have mattered where I'd parked anyway as hard as it was raining, I was destined for a soaking. It was obvious from the unlit interior of the shop that I was the first to arrive. Assuming Stephanie was probably running late due to the storm I let myself in, jangling the bells over the front door as it opened, then turned off the alarm and turned on the lights. Stephanie's tardiness didn't concern me much. Sunday mornings were usually slow until the church services began to let out later on. She would have ample time to get the cash register set up. First thing, I ground some beans and started a pot of coffee brewing. The shop was soon filled with the second most delectable scent to be enjoyed there. After that I went about firing up the rest of the ovens and fryers, figuring there was plenty of time yet to start the first batch of donuts with the weather what it was. Besides, while Mr. Nick wouldn't have approved, we had enough leftovers to start off the day with, so I just pulled the plastic wrap off a few trays of the sticky sweets left from Saturday and stuck them in the display cases. The first pot of coffee was finished by the time I was done with the trays and I poured myself a cup, each sip warming me from mouth to stomach. Whether it was the storm, the caffeine, or just my jitters about asking Stephanie out, all my senses felt keenly awake. Then alerted by the front door bells I walked over to the service window in time to see Stephanie arrive. Naturally the employee parking rule didn't apply in her mind, rain or shine she parked as close as she could to the front door. The rain was falling even harder than before though and like me she hadn't worn a coat so by the time Stephanie reached the door and fumbled with the lock trying to open it, she too was soaked to the skin. She didn't bother to relock the door behind her but just stepped quickly toward the kitchen. Backing away from the service window I turned in time to see her come through the kitchen's swinging double doors. Her natural thick waves of ebony hair had matted on her head. Water dripped from it and ran down Stephanie's face, glistening in the fluorescent light as it followed the gentle curves of her neck earthward. Droplets sparkled like jewels on the exposed rise of her breasts to either side of her familiar silver cross and chain. Stephanie's already form hugging uniform was soaked all the way through. The wet fabric clung tightly to every curve and it revealed more than it hid. My eyes hungrily explored her as they moved down her ripened form. Stephanie's nipples showed chocolate dark and seemed hard as pebbles where they poked up through her wet uniform. They were the perfect topping I thought to the proud swell of her breasts. My eyes continued to study her closely as they tracked downward along the inward curve at her waist to the gentle flare out at her hips. Even Stephanie's mound was unmistakably outlined by her clinging wet uniform. She hadn't worn hose and the sight of the watery sheen on her skin made me want to lick up each drop that glazed the tender flesh of her legs. In fact I wanted to lick every drop from every inch of her body. It seemed my plan to politely ask her out had just dissolved and was dripping away along with the raindrops that fell from Stephanie's body onto the kitchen floor. "Fuck ME!" Stephanie shouted as she wrung her arms and stamped her feet, flinging water from herself as she did so. "You're certainly wet enough for it aren't you?" I asked. "What's gotten into you?" Stephanie asked with a laughing snort and a sidelong look. "You have." Looking at her standing before me dripping wet, I knew there was no turning back so I squared my shoulders and faced her. "Listen Stephanie, I'm not going to tell you that you're beautiful because I know you hear that from guys all the time." "Then what are you going to tell me, Jason?" she asked, her tone softened but cryptic. "I just want to tell you... that you...look...so...fucking sexy." "Yeah?" she replied, now standing calm and still. "I've wanted you badly for some time Stephanie," I explained. "But I've never wanted you more than right now." She didn't say a word but studied me as she waited for me to conclude my thought which I did, though I'm not sure my next words qualified as a thought since I'm pretty sure they didn't originate in my brain. "I want to fuck you." Stephanie let the words hang in the silence of the cold kitchen which was only broken by the thunder and the rapid pounding of my heart. "My dad would kill you if he heard you talking like this to me," she said evenly, her midnight dark eyes on mine. Was that a warning or a dare? Stephanie didn't move but the corners of her mouth flirted with a smile. "I promise not to tell him then," I gambled. Taking a slow step toward her but never taking my eyes from hers I drew a deep breath of the heady mix of scents that her rain-wet skin and uniform just seemed to amplify. Unable to take the torment of not having her any longer and not caring any more if I did get fired or if her dad would try to kill me, I moved toward her fearing only the possibility of her rejecting me. Only a single small step separated us now and I took it, leaning in slowly toward her until our lips touched, kissing her as the rain drummed furiously on the roof. Stephanie raised her hands and placed her palms flat against my chest. For a second I tensed, anticipating if she was about to push me away. Instead she grabbed my shirt and balled her hands into fists, gripping the wet cloth tightly. My kiss became her kiss as her tongue found mine and pushed deep into my mouth. Her glossed lips tasted of strawberries and where our tongues met there were also hints of coffee and mouthwash but I couldn't tell if they were from my mouth or hers. Wrapping my arms about her I pulled Stephanie in tight to my chest. The exposed wet skin on our arms had goose-fleshed but now there was warmth building where our bodies met. Our kisses became more fervent as the slow friction of our hands moving over each other steadily built the heat between us. Releasing her from my embrace I urgently squeezed Stephanie's supple breasts, pinching her hardened nipples right through her soggy clothing. She gripped me at the waist and pulled my hips closer to hers. "I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to make a move," she interjected between kisses. As if to reply I released her breasts and worked a few fingers of each hand into an opening between the snaps at the front of her uniform. With a quick jerk of my arms the snaps popped open and the soggy drab cloth parted and slid down her form into a sloppy lump on the floor. Stephanie's exquisitely wet body emerged and she broke our kiss momentarily to step out of the wet pile of cloth like Aphrodite emerging from the foaming sea. She stood there in just her sheer bra, patterned panties and tennis shoes. Her coal dark eyes heated as they watched mine taking in and caressing her supple body. Stephanie's hardened, chocolate dark nipples threatened to poke holes through her bra while the thatch of pubic hair about her pussy showed thick and sable black through her thin clinging panties. Stephanie reached behind herself, unhooked her bra and swiftly shrugged it from her shoulders. Bending for her now spectacularly free breasts, I ran the flat of my tongue like a pastry brush across the deliciously resilient rise of one, sucking the pebble hard nipple and as much of the surrounding flesh into my mouth as I could. Her breast began to slowly escape but I fought to hold onto the succulent bud as long as possible. My lips squeezed Stephanie's nipple and my tongue swirled about its sweetened hardness as I sucked it fervently until finally gravity finally pulled it from my mouth. Repeating the process on her other breast I then stood straight to hungrily find her lips again. As we kissed Stephanie gave a soft moan that I felt vibrate right through me. The vanilla mint scent of her skin filled my lungs with every breath. Stephanie sucked on my tongue while my hands slid down her back and into her panties, each happily kneading a cheek of her glorious ass. All the while my cock strained painfully against the confinement of my soggy pants. Cupping the backs of her legs below her butt I lifted her until her head was above mine while Stephanie continued to attack my mouth with her tongue. Her wet sable hair, suffused by her shampoo with the aromas of exotic fruits, fell across both our faces and clung coolly to my cheeks and neck as we kissed. Walking us over to the old wood table that served as my work area, I eased Stephanie down until she sat on the edge. Wordlessly I guided Stephanie's shoulders back with my hands until she was propped on her elbows. She eagerly raised her hips and smiled as I pulled her wet panties off in one quick motion. Pressing her knees outward I knelt before Stephanie like a supplicant at an altar inhaling deeply the scent of her rapidly heating pussy. The wine dark lips of Stephanie's slit puffed out above the sable garnish of her lustrous bush. Leaning closer to her until the black pubic hair tickled the tip of my nose; I once more filled my lungs with her musk and made a mental note to thank her sometime for not shaving her pussy. The dark tangle of her pubic hair seemed to hold Stephanie's scent and I buried my nose in it breathing deeply then I ran my tongue along the length of her wet furrow. Maybe it was something primitive in her animal scent or in me but I quickly turned ravenous, parting the burgundy colored lips of her pussy with my thumbs and indelicately shoving my tongue as far inside her as I could. Then I repeatedly ran it from the bottom of Stephanie's honeyed gash up to the top scraping her dripping slick sweetness onto my tongue and thirstily gulping it down. When I found her clit I sucked it into my mouth and teased it with the tip of my tongue. Stephanie gave a long sigh then a "Fuck yeah" under her breath as I suctioned part of the wet folds of her pussy into my mouth then licked her precious pink nub once more. Stephanie's pussy grew wetter and more fragrant by the second. Moving from her clit, my tongue traced the ridge of tender skin between her asshole and pussy. Her anus glistened invitingly with our combined secretions which steadily trickled from her furrow. They formed clinging droplets that sparkled in the wisps of black pubic hair between her ass cheeks. But I hadn't gotten my fill of Stephanie's sweet cunt yet so I turned my attention back to it, letting her juices wash over my tongue as I eagerly licked and probed, swallowing as much of her dripping nectar as I could. My tongue did laps, repeatedly tracing the lips of her labia from Stephanie's perineum to her clit and back again as I was determined to make her cum. Moving my tongue in different directions, I varied speeds and pressure against the button hard nub as her thick, saliva-wet, black thatch tickled my nose. A few stray hairs stuck to my tongue. Looking up from her pussy at her wet and taut body, my movements on her clit didn't stop as I watched and waited for a tell-tale sign that she was approaching an orgasm. Stephanie's breasts rose and fell more rapidly with each breath. When she grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled my mouth tighter against her I was pretty sure I had gotten my signal. She gave another sighing moan and I felt her tremble as she pushed her pussy hard against my mouth, grinding her clit against my tongue. "F-F-F-FUCK!" Stephanie groaned as she came. Cream Filled My face was wet and I could feel droplets of her goo running down my chin and neck and on down towards my chest. The blood coursing through my painfully throbbing cock was near boiling. "I want you inside me," Stephanie said when she caught her breath enough to speak. Taking my tongue from Stephanie's dripping slit I stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my arm. In a flash I had my pants down around my ankles while Stephanie quickly stood and climbed me like a club dancer does a pole. She circled my neck with one arm while her free hand guided the tip of my straining cock to the entrance of her steaming and streaming pussy. She rubbed the knob along her slit to gather some wetness on it but lubrication was hardly needed as with the first downward push of Stephanie's hips I was deep inside her. Burying my cock in Stephanie's sweltering wet pussy was everything I dreamed it would be and well worth all the torment I had endured. Our mouths locked together as I held her firm ass in my hands. Stephanie wrapped herself around me and hooked the backs of my legs with her heels as I began to thrust over and over again into the hot, gripping wetness of her hungry pit. After several heavenly minutes, I lifted Stephanie off my cock by the arm pits and set her down until she stood on the floor. Turning her as I held her hip with one hand I pressed forward with the other between her shoulder blades, bending her at the waist until Stephanie's breasts were pressed to the scarred wood table top. Her feet were still flat on the floor and that incredible, much fantasized about ass was finally introduced to me and I let my hungry eyes feast on it for a moment. How I wanted to kiss each of Stephanie's round, firm cheeks then suck in mouthfuls of the soap-fragrant smooth skin and nip at it with my teeth. Instead, I grabbed and kneaded as much of the yielding flesh in each hand as I could. The actions of my thumbs as I squeezed each inviting cheek parted them slightly to show the glistening wisps of black pubic hair glistening between them. Stephanie's wet asshole puckered so temptingly, like it was a tiny mouth pleading to be kissed and explored by my tongue and begging afterward to suck my cock deep into its unimaginable tightness. But before the temptation to take her ass could overwhelm me, Stephanie rolled her hips some and her pussy bloomed pink and wet like a sun-seeking tropical flower after the rains. Making another mental note, this time to give Stephanie's goddess worthy ass proper devotion should the opportunity ever present itself again I eased my pulsing and eager cock back into her. The creamily edible cheeks of her ass rippled with a shockwave each time they met my thrusting hips while I pistoned my cock in the overheated cylinder of her pussy. Gripping her hip bones like they were handles I jerked Stephanie's butt towards me to meet each purposeful thrust, reveling in the feeling of her soft ass wetly slamming against my pubic bone as her voracious steaming slit relentlessly devoured my cock. She just groaned and ground her ass against me as I reached around beneath her to hold Stephanie's silky soft tummy. With the flat of my hand on her stomach muscles I could feel my cock pushing deep into her. "I want to feel you on top of me," she pleaded, looking back over her shoulder at me with glittering eyes. Pulling my cock out of her I helped Stephanie stand again. The table top would be hard but I noticed there was a pack of clean kitchen towels still in the plastic on the shelf underneath. Grabbing it I sat it on top and we both eagerly tore at the shrink wrap scattering the week's allotment of white terry cloths over the surface of the battered old table. Scooping her up with my right arm behind her knees, her arm around my shoulders, I laid Stephanie gently on the bed of towels then hopped up onto the table, my pants and underwear still cuffing me at the ankles. Stephanie eagerly spread her legs and lifted her knees, guiding my cock back into the clutching warmth of her pussy with her fingers, then raised her hips each time to meet my eager thrusts. "Fuck me hard, Jason" she requested but I was in a rhythmic bliss and failed to comply quickly enough. "Go on," she urged. "Fuck me hard." Instead I pulled out of her. "Raise up some," I instructed her, bunching some of the towels under Stephanie's lower back and ass when she did. Satisfied that she was cushioned adequately I slid my grateful cock once more into her eager dripping pussy. Reaching beneath her and gripping her ass I felt her hips thrust forward again and again to urgently meet my thrusts. "Faster," she ordered and I increased my tempo. "Harder, fuck me as hard as you can," Stephanie explained impatiently as if I hadn't understood her the first time. Her dark eyes smoldered with feral need as she looked up into mine. "Is this what you want?" I taunted as I slammed into her ever harder. "Is that all you've got?" "Tell me what you want," I commanded, full well knowing what it was already. "I want you to show me just how badly you've wanted me." Stephanie's jet eyes gleamed and her tawny cheeks flushed with hot blood and glistened with sweat. "Come on," she continued, urging me in a low lust filled voice, pausing slightly between each word as if to savor them, "Give...it...to...me." Catching each of her legs in the crook of each of my arms, I gripped the edges of the table to gain better support and walked my hands along until Stephanie was nearly folded double. She too reached out to either side and held tightly to the table edge as I resumed slamming into her as hard as I could. With each stroke I pulled back until the circumcised tip of my blood engorged cock appeared between the wet and parted lips of her pussy. Then I drove my cock back into her as forcefully as I could, enjoying the sight of the shockwave of each collision ripple through Stephanie's glowing flesh. From tummy to tits and back her body quivered with each thrust of my now aching cock. Stephanie spurred my ribs with the heels of her tennis shoes in time with my every thrust almost as if somehow she could make me go into her deeper, harder and faster. Sweat beaded on us and ran freely off. Even in the still cold kitchen our bodies were slick with it. I could smell the hot scent of our sex. I could feel Stephanie's wetness at the base of my cock, on my balls and even my inner thighs. Our bodies made a quick, squishing slap each time they met and I felt my balls bounce against her ass with each furious stroke. Stephanie had no words now just noises, low and animal like. Her eyes were closed and sweat dripped off her. She bit her bottom lip as her face flushed darker with her superheated blood. Even with the towels, my knees ached from the hard table top but I knew she was at the edge. Stephanie needed to go over and I wanted to see and feel her go there as thrust after thrust my cock pushed her closer. She drew a deep breath and moaned. This was it. She teetered at the edge of orgasm. I gave her a shove, one last ferocious drive of my cock as I buried in her and held it there. Stephanie arched her back and ground her fiery pussy against me. She let go of the table top to clutch at me as if she could somehow get me to go even deeper inside. Her nails scratched and bit deliciously into my skin as she tried vainly to grip my sweat slick back. Stephanie groaned and I felt her muscles tense beneath me. The slow heat that had began building with just a kiss, had now ignited and was engulfing us. A tremble passed through her, I could feel it in the walls of her scalding hot pussy, which quavered around my cock. Her legs quivered as her sweat-slick thighs tried to clutch me, her heels digging into me as they desperately tried to pull my pulsing member deeper inside her. The release Stephanie's orgasm gave allowed her to relax the muscles of her body. My cock was still deep inside her and I eased her legs down to the table top and nudged them wider. Stephanie took deep steady breaths as I let her enjoy the afterglow. After about a minute she opened her eyes and looked into mine. Laying full out on her I slipped my right arm beneath her neck to grip the top of her left shoulder. Cupping the back of her head with my left hand, I ran my tongue diagonally up her neck, tasting her sweat and savoring its salty sweetness a moment before raking my teeth back down the same path. Sucking some of the delicate flesh of Stephanie's neck I held it with my teeth then scraped across her skin as I released it again. She shivered deliciously when I did that but I left her neck and kissed her mouth hard, offering my tongue which she eagerly sucked in. My hips began to move my cock earnestly in and out of her again and there would be no denying my release any longer. Now the fire between us turned on me. It kept building, growing hotter, burning in my chest and deep in my gut. It was building in my balls as I pumped my cock urgently into Stephanie's steamy pussy. She grabbed my ass cheeks as I ground against her, my cock churning the hot juices of her sweet pit. The sweat that pooled between us threatened to boil. Two years of desire demanded release. Two years of filling countless fucking donuts with cream. Two years of fantasy and torment, from seeing Stephanie, smelling her, all of it pent up inside me and needing to get out. Now I wanted to fill her with every drop of cum I had. Stephanie had earned no less with every look, each touch, and all the times she had "accidentally" brushed against me. The pressure in my balls kept building as they desperately tried to vent. They tightened when Stephanie worked a hand between us to caress them with her fingers. She studied me intently and when she sensed I was near she pulled her hand away. Grunting Neanderthal-like, I thrust once more as deeply as I could into her. Stephanie's nails were now digging into my ass cheeks as she tried to pull me deeper into her. We held there while every muscle in my body contracted. My cock pulsed and my balls emptied themselves into Stephanie's voracious pussy in several long gushes. My cock was still throbbing and swollen as it slid reluctantly out of Stephanie and I collapsed atop her and we held each other while trying to catch our breaths. With a hand on either side of my face Stephanie raised my head to look in my eyes. There was softness in hers that I hadn't seen before and she kissed me with a tenderness I hadn't known she possessed. The moment was broken by the clanging of the bells that hung over the front door. "Oh, FUCK!" she swore in a mixture of annoyance and sudden adrenaline. Stephanie pushed on my ribcage with her right hand and rolled me off her as she hopped down from the table and scooped up her clothes. She handed me her bra and panties which I stuffed in my pockets as soon as I had my pants up and zipped. Stephanie just stepped into her wrinkled and soggy uniform and quickly snapped it up. Then she pushed the still wet hair back from her face and headed out through the swinging doors to greet the customer. Peering through the service window, I could see the customer was a truck driver who must have decided to stop and sit out the storm. He did a double take at Stephanie's still flushed and sweating face but didn't comment. Instead he scanned the display cases as he climbed atop a stool at the counter. "Cup of coffee," he muttered. Stephanie placed a well worn but thick porcelain cup before him and poured some coffee into it. "You got any cream filled?" he asked perusing the sparse display case over again as if he might somehow have overlooked them before. Stephanie sat the coffee pot on the counter and turned towards me in the service window, resting her elbow on the counter. She pushed away an errant lock of hair that had fallen across her face, her cheeks and eyes still carrying the crimson afterglow of our coupling. Her damp uniform was clinging so sexily to her now braless and pantyless body that I felt myself beginning to get hard again. "Jason, we got any cream filled?" she asked as innocently as she could manage while still short of breath. The inside of her right leg was visible below the hem of her uniform which rose several inches above her knee as she leaned against the counter. My eyes were drawn to her leg just as a droplet of our mingled cum rolled down it leaving a glistening trail in its wake. "In the oven," I said with a shrug. Stephanie just gave me one of her sly half smiles and a wink. Cream Filled Rick was running late as usual. It was Friday afternoon about four and he was supposed to meet his girlfriend at his mother's house around two. Traffic in from the college had been hectic and a wreck out on the highway hadn't helped. His girlfriend's car was still in the driveway so at least she was still here, he thought as he pulled in behind her. His mom's car was gone but his sister's car was parked at the curb out front. Sherrie went to business school four days a week and had Friday's and the weekends off. Julia, his girlfriend was a few years younger than he was and a year or so older than his sister. They all got along great. The front door wasn't lock, which wasn't unusual, so he went in and kicked off his shoes by the door. The house was quiet, the TV wasn't even on. There was no one in the living room, dinning room, or the kitchen. He went down the hall to check his bedroom. No one was there either. He started to turn around to go check the backyard when there was the sound of a laugh from down the hall. Rick grinned as he headed for his sister's room. He figured they were talking in there instead of the living room. The door was open a few inches and he pushed it on open without knocking. He froze with his eyes open wide and his mouth hanging open. Julia was on the bed and naked as the day she was born. She was flat on her back with her knees spread wide. Sherrie was on her knees with her ass raised and her head between Julia's thighs. She was just as naked as his girlfriend. Talk about your shocking moments. His mind was in a whirl as questions piled up on questions. Not to mention the view he had of his sister's asshole and pussy. He groaned softly and took the four steps to the foot of the bed. Julia had her eyes shut and she was chewing on her bottom lip as she made a soft whimpering sound. Sherrie's head would move up and down slowly and then from side to side. His sister ate pussy? It seemed so and she was doing a pretty good job of it from the look on Julia's face and the balled up bedspread in her hands. That answered one question at least. That Julia was letting his sister eat her pussy opened a whole other can of questions. Was this something new? Had it happened before and with whom? About then Julia lifted her hips and groaned deeply. "Faster, harder," she said as she flexed her hips up and down. Sherrie's head moved faster and Julia's hips stopped moving and quivered hard. "Oh yes!" She said loudly and then groaned long and loud as her hips jerked and bucked. Rick grinned, as he knew the sounds his girlfriend made when coming, very well. His eyes alternated between his girlfriend's face and his sister's pussy. He knew she would open her eyes when she calmed down from the orgasm and then she would see him. He wondered what would happen next? Should he get out of the room and act like nothing had happened? The opening to his sister vagina was pulsing slowly and there was a trace of a clear liquid in her slit below it. Had she come also or was she just really excited. So many questions and so many choices. He wasn't sure what to do. Should he be mad about what he had seen or should he leave and forget it? He was still trying to decide when Julia opened her eyes. She was looking in the direction of Sherrie's face when her eyes opened. She smiled and then looked shocked as her eyes jumped to Rick standing at the foot of the bed. "I... I... I..." she stammered with a stricken look on her face. Sherrie looked over her shoulder and grinned. "Hello, brother dear." Julia's eyes jumped to Sherrie. "You... you said he wouldn't be here until tonight," she said accusingly. "No, I said, mother wouldn't be back until late tonight. I didn't say anything about Rick." "But...." Julia said as her eyes went to her boyfriends face. He was grinning. She blushed hotly and smiled shyly. "So, how long have you been into girls," Rick asked. "I... uh... I..." Julia stammered and Sherrie laughed. Rick looked at his sister and said, "I could ask you the same thing." Sherrie grinned and replied, "Lets just say Julia isn't my first and won't be my last." Rick looked at Julia and she stammered again. Rick chuckled as he slowly shook his head. "If it had been another guy, I would have been pissed. Another girl, I don't think I have a problem with but my sister.... That I'm not sure about." "We were bored or at least I was," Sherrie said. "I kind of seduced her but to tell the truth, it didn't take much." "Uh huh," Rick said and looked directly at his sister's wet pussy. "You seemed to enjoy it as much as she did." Sherrie laughed. "Damned straight I did." She replied as she wiggled her ass from side to side. "Want a lick?" She asked a few seconds later. Her attitude shocked Rick more than her offer. Now it was his turn to stammer. "I... uh... I... uh... probably wouldn't stop at just one lick," he finally got out to call her bluff. Sherrie wiggled her ass again. "You won't hear me complaining. Yelling as I come maybe but not complaining." Julia groaned softly and whispered, "Can I get in on this?" Sherrie shivered. "Two tongues would be even better." "So you do eat pussy?" Rick asked, looking directly at Julia. "Uh, yeah, I have but I'm very selective, believe me." Julia whispered as she blushed again. Rick nodded. "Ok, I can go with that." Looking at his sister, he asked, "When the hell did you get to be so sexual? I still have the pigtails and blue jeans version of you in my head for some reason and the view I'm getting now does not compute." Sherrie shook her ass, teasing her brother. "I thought you would just eat this view up." "Well, yeah, but.... For God's sake, you're my sister," Rick protested. "I won't tell anyone, if you don't," Sherrie said and then laughed. Rick groaned and Julia giggled. Rick looked at his girlfriend and lifted his eyebrows. Julia giggled again and whispered, "She's not my sister." With another groan, Rick shook his head and closed his eyes. The next thing he knew, his sister had him by the front of the shirt and was pulling him forward. "Hey!" He got out as his knees hit the end of the bed. His sister laughed and pulled even harder. He fell onto the bed next to Julia. Sherrie fell on top of Julia. Julia made a "woofing" sound as her breath got knocked out of her. A few seconds later she took a gasping breath and then groaned as Sherrie wiggled around and kissed her full on the lips. Julia groaned even louder at the taste of her own pussy on Sherrie's mouth. The second time Julia groaned and returned Sherrie's kiss even harder, David grinned. He knew that she tasted her own pussy and that it drove his girlfriend wild. He rolled over on his side and reached over to pinch and roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She groaned loudly again and tried to arch her back. Sherrie broke the kiss and pushed up on her arms. Seeing what her brother was doing, she smiled and looked at Julia. "Can he really eat pussy or is it just wishful thinking on my part?" Julia groaned again as Rick pinched her nipple harder. "Oh yeah, he's pretty good at it," she whispered. Sherrie grinned as she knee walked up along Julia's body. "I'll let you know how good she is at it in a little while." Rick watched as his sister climbed over his girlfriend's shoulders and held onto the headboard as she lowered her sex down just above the older girls face. Julia moaned loudly and stuck out her tongue. She used the very end of it to lick up and down along Sherrie's outer lips. Sherrie shivered at the feather touch on her sex and lowered her hips farther. Julia let out a muffled moan and Sherrie let out a deep groan as Julia's tongue swirled around the wet opening of her sex and disappeared inside. "Yeah, she's done that a time or two," Rick said mostly to myself. Sherrie rocked her hips and groaned deeply again. "And she does it very well," she said a moment later with a breathy catch in her voice. Rick scooted down and leaned over to suck on Julia's nipple. She jerked and then whimpered as she licked Sherrie's pussy harder. Her hands were on Sherrie's ass. One moved down and found Rick's head and pushed on it. He lifted his head but the hand pushed it lower toward her sex. He sat up, popped the snaps on the front of his shirt and took it off. Scooting down, he rolled sideways and ended up between Julia's legs. She groaned as she lifted her knees and spread them wide. Rick slipped a hand under each of her ass cheeks and lifted as his head came down and his tongue tickled and teased her slippery slit. Her spicy, earthy flavor was strong as he teased her opening. Julia jerked and moaned loudly as he stabbed his tongue deep into her hot juicy depths. He swirled it around and pulled it out to tickle and tease her anus. Her hips jerked and rolled up even more. She only liked her asshole messed with when she was completely turned on and she was there in spades. He probed her asshole with his tongue and got a deep groan from her. Sherrie was riding Julia's face to a rhythm of her own as Rick tongue fucked his girlfriend's ass. She was whimpering and moaning loudly as they did. A minute or so later, Rick came up onto his knees, undid the belt and zipper on his jeans, and shoved them down around his knees. Hooking an arm under Julia's knees he rolled her up as he moved forward. Julia yelled loudly into Sherrie's pussy as he jammed his dick deep into her pussy. She continued to yell as he fucked her long, hard, and deep. Somewhere along the way, Sherrie yelled as her hips jerked against Julia's face. She was coming and Julia wasn't far behind her. Rick gave Julia another dozen or so, long, very hard strokes and came deep inside her. Julia yelled again and hunched her sex against him fast and hard. Her orgasm had shot up another notch at the very least. ***** Sometime later, Sherrie turned, sat down on the bed, and leaned back on the headboard as she moved her right foot out of the way. Her left foot was under her ass and pointed toward Julia's ribs. Her well-eaten sex was shiny and wet between her spread thighs. David licked his lips and grinned. Yeah, Julia could eat pussy all right. A minute or so later, David moved one arm and released Julia's left leg and then he did the same with the right. Her feet went to the bed and her knees sprawled open as her ass went that way also. His dick was still deep in her pussy and would twitch each time her sex clamped down on it. She would whimper each time his dick moved. Sherrie sighed deeply and whispered, "That was fun." Julia groaned and nodded. David looked at his sister and then down at his girlfriend's face. It was a complete mess from her eyebrows to her chin and from cheek to cheek. "Someone sure got their face washed," he whispered and then chuckled. Julia opened one eye and groaned. Sherrie laughed and said, "Uh, yeah, I did make a little bit of a mess." "I needed a snorkel," Julia croaked in a breathy whisper. She looked at Rick and shivered. "I'm going to need a life preserver when you pull that thing out." "He came in you?" Sherrie asked with a shiver of her own. "Oh yeah, at least a gallon or so it felt like." Julia replied as she opened her other eye and grinned up at Rick. "You felt it? He's not wearing a condom?" Sherrie asked, as her eyes got big. "He never does, not in the last three months or so," Julia said softly. "What? Are you on the pill, or an IUD, or something?" Sherrie asked quickly. "Nope!" Julia replied and then laughed at the shocked look on Sherrie's face. Looking at Rick, she smiled and added, "We're getting married right after graduation and we want a family as soon as possible, so we're starting early." Sherrie groaned and whispered, "No! I'm too young to be an aunt." Rick laughed and shook his head. "It's not about you." Sherrie giggled and replied, "From my point of view, yes it is. I finally get your girlfriend in bed and then I find out you guys are trying to get pregnant. How do you think that makes me feel?" "Other than being well satisfied?" Julia asked and licked her lips. "You're one to talk," Sherrie said. "First you get your pussy ate not once but twice and then you get fucked long, hard, and deep." Rick laughed and his sister looked at him hard. "You don't know how close you came to me licking the hell out of that sweet looking little pussy of yours when I first came in here." Sherrie groaned loudly and Julia laughed. "Being a sister isn't much better than being an aunt, is it?" Rick laughed and his sister looked at him again. Then she grinned and whispered, "Yeah, but the sleepovers after babysitting should be fun." Julia groaned as she wiggled her hips under Rick. "I'd be careful about those sleepovers, you wouldn't want to end up cream filled like I am by accident." Sherrie shivered hard and whimpered as she looked from her future sister to her brother and back. "Now we're getting into fantasy territory," she whispered and then shivered again. Rick looked at his sister hard but Julia laughed. "Fantasies can be fun," she said as she pulled Rick down to kiss him. They both moaned as they kissed. Julia's could taste her sex on Rick's tongue and he could taste his sister pussy on his future wife's lips and tongue. The future should be an interesting place. Cream Filled: Car Games My girlfriend Stephanie and I had made plans to go along with her parents to spend the Christmas holiday at her aunt and uncle's house. It would be a drive of several hours and I was cautioned to be ready to leave on time and while I had complied, the appointed hour for our departure had come and gone without any word from them. Eventually Stephanie called to say that she and her parents were running a bit behind. But after another dragging hour of idleness, they still hadn't shown. Knowing punctuality was a guiding principle in her dad's life, I was certain that Mr. Nick would not be in a good mood when they did finally get to my place. On the other hand, despite the wait I was in a great mood. If timing in life is everything I sensed things had reached the right point to do what I wanted to do concerning my relationship with Stephanie. All the stars, planets and whatever else needs to align for our good fortune to come about seemed to be in the correct places. For example, after a year and a half of frostiness, her parents had actually invited me to spend the biggest of holidays with them and their extended family. Stephanie's aunt, uncle and cousins would all be there and even one set of grandparents had flown in from Greece just for the occasion. As far as good omens go, I don't think I could have asked for better. Still more fretful minutes passed but eventually Stephanie called to say that they were out in the parking lot waiting for me. Zipping up my jacket, I grabbed my suitcase then locked my apartment door behind me and headed down to meet them. The day was cold and grey to the point that I wouldn't have been surprised to see that the snow that had been forecast for later on begin to fall at any moment. With a grunted acknowledgement of my presence, Mr. Nick cheerlessly took my suitcase and opened the back of their silver SUV and started rearranging baggage to accommodate mine. Opening the door I got in behind the driver's seat, smiled at Stephanie and greeted Athena, her mother, who was sitting in the passenger seat up front, as pleasantly as I could. Her mom returned my hello and then decided she had best supervise Nick's rearrangement of the luggage. With a pained expression at hearing his increasing grumblings, she unbuckled her shoulder harness and got out. "How do I look?" I quickly asked Stephanie. "Am I presentable?" "You look very nice," she answered with a tone of near surprise after giving me a quick head to toe appraisal. We hadn't seen much of each other outside of work the past couple of weeks. First I was sick with a lingering cold and then she'd been on her period but as we'd discussed the night before on the phone, we were both feeling fine now and anxious to be together again in more ways than just close proximity. Intimacy seemed a long shot with a houseful of people though and there was no way her family was going to let Stephanie and me share a room. She leaned over and kissed me briefly yet sweetly and as I was savoring the momentary bliss of her soft lips pressed to mine, I was hit with an unfamiliar and alluring scent. "God, you smell fantastic," I exclaimed, leaning back from her after drawing in a deep jasmine and sage imbued breath. "Is that a new perfume you're wearing?" "Do you like it? I got it at the mall last night," she explained enthusiastically, then with a slightly guilty expression added in a whisper, "it was expensive." "Like it? I love it," I confessed as Stephanie, her dark eyes glittering with satisfaction that her talent for making herself irresistible to me had been reaffirmed, sat back and smiled. After adjusting and locking my own shoulder harness into place, I settled back eager for the ride to be under way. My plans were coming together perfectly and I felt confident that this weekend was going to turn out to be a great one. Maybe the greatest of my life up to that point. "You'll like Uncle Jimmy and Aunt Sofia," Stephanie remarked casually over the grating sound of her mother loudly informing her father that there were fragile items in some of the bags he was rearranging. "They're nothing like mom and dad, they're actually very sweet." "But will they like me?" "What's not to like?" "Why don't you ask your parents? I'm sure they'd be happy to discuss it at length with you." Stephanie tilted her head back, laughing heartily as she tucked serene ebony waves of shoulder length tresses behind her ears. "Trust me, they have several times but that is entirely beside the point. My aunt and uncle will like you and little Christos and Petrea will love you." "Christos and Petrea...?" "My nephew and niece, I'm sure I've told you about them. They're both absolute dolls. He's six and she's four. I can't wait to watch them open their presents." "Oh yeah, I remember now." Actually I'd remembered all along, it's just that I always got a kick out of watching Stephanie's dusky eyes shine while a joyful smile illuminates the subtle olive tones of her face whenever she talked about them. "And my grandparents are wonderful too. They've been married forever," she sighed contentedly. "I'm so excited." "Well I hope I make a good impression but honestly I'm still kind of shocked that your parents even invited me to go along." Stephanie stifled a quick giggle. "In the first place, you will make a good impression because you are a good person," she pointed out with a reassuring expression to accompany the enthusiastic pat of my knee. "Secondly, my parents didn't invite you, I did." "What? I thought you said --." "No, what I said was, that my parents said that we were going to my aunt and uncle's for Christmas," she clarified, "and then I told them that you were going to come or I wasn't going." Having taken an invitation which I thought Stephanie had only relayed to me as proof positive that her parents had finally gotten over their long simmering animosity toward me about what she and I had done in and to their house while they were in Greece a couple of summers back, I was now stunned to learn the truth. Not only had they not invited me, Stephanie had blackmailed them into letting me go. She had been as guilty as me and maybe more so, but it was me who bore the brunt of their ire. For nearly two years I've felt that whenever they looked at me all they saw was an indelible trail of peanut butter, jelly and whipped cream meandering through their house and ending in a sordid mess in the sanctity of their bed. "Great, Stephanie, that's just great." "Oh, stop, they've accepted it and Aunt Sofia and Uncle Jimmy really want to meet you." "They've accepted it..." I muttered, as my good mood turned to annoyance at Stephanie's continuous manipulations of everyone around her. When her parents had returned from their vacation that summer and found a broken lamp, picture frame and inexplicable stains then realized I'd been an active participant in the defilement of their home, Nick had fired me from my job at the donut shop. Then Stephanie called to tell me that her dad had changed uncharacteristically changed his mind and wanted me to come back to work. In reality, she had threatened to move in with me and get pregnant unless he rehired me. Maybe I should take comfort in knowing I'm not the only one she can manipulate. Nick took me back all right but both he and Athena had maintained an icy demeanor toward me. Not that I could blame them, I would probably have been just as pissed at me in their position but while taking it all without complaint, I have to admit at times it glazed me like a donut that Stephanie seemingly faced no consequences. The hatch vehemently slammed shut behind us then Nick and Athena got in their seats up front. "Here we go!" Nick sang loudly, though the scowl he wore belied the enthusiasm of his tone. "Did you guys have some trouble getting started?" I inquired not so innocently, knowing it was probably because of Stephanie that they were late. "I was expecting you a while ago." "Hah!" Nick scoffed as he smacked the steering wheel with an open palm. "It was these two. They have to change their clothes and repack their bags fifteen times before we can get started. Goddamn it! Now it's going to be dark before we get there and we'll be lucky if we beat the snowstorm." Quickly Stephanie and Athena glanced my way and cast withering looks at me before they turned to assail Nick. Their recitation of his shortcomings quickly silenced him though his already swarthy complexion darkened further. There were times I actually felt sympathy for Nick. After all, I've found enduring Stephanie's mercurial temperament to be demanding enough. It's hard to imagine bearing the stress of dealing with her and Athena and the demands of running the donut shop. Despite my disappointment over his unwavering disapproval of my relationship with his daughter, he is in most regards a decent man and a good father. Chastened by Stephanie's and her mother's glares and still pissed by Stephanie's deception, I decided that it would probably be best not to say more. Stephanie had certainly received my peevish message, so I sat in silence waiting for us to get going. She disdainfully placed her oversized handbag and a pillow from her bed on the seat between us and settled back to ignore me by looking out the window of her door. Maybe the heavens still needed a bit more aligning after all. "Ready or not, we're going," the still scowling Nick announced as the vehicle began to move. He cranked up the heater fan nearly instantly raised the temperature in the vehicle's cabin several degrees. The overheated air blasted from strategically located vents to quickly envelop us with the scent of the lavender and sandalwood-heavy cologne that Nick always applied in excess. Its overbearing presence seemed inescapable and I was tempted to roll down my window some despite the cold outside. Turning to just look out my window instead, I hoped to become inured to the olfactory assault from Nick's cologne and yearned for a breath of Stephanie's rich and enticing new fragrance. But as annoyed at her as she was at me I was determined not to be the first to apologize. Instead I gazed absently out the window, while miles passed and the landscape changed from suburban to rural and the exit ramps of the interstate became spaced farther apart. Nick turned on the radio surrounding us with the sounds of sugary pop songs from an Oldies station and further isolating me. We'd driven an hour or so without a word passing between Stephanie and me. Every now and then I'd glance toward her but we were still separated by her bag, pillow and the chasm of our pride. The heat of my anger had faded and I was pretty sure hers had as well. My thoughts turned to heat of another sort. Despite the awkwardness of being trapped for hours in a vehicle with her parents, I was yearning to hold Stephanie, kiss her and make love to her. Pride was one thing but it had been two long, sexless weeks. Without a glance at me, Stephanie reached into her big bag and brought out a paperback which she opened and began to read. Since she was otherwise occupied, I took the opportunity to study her. Pangs of longing were further sharpened by the knowledge that she was in more ways than one out of reach. God damn it but she looked more enticing with each moment. A visual treat of soft skin and sable hair framed by the window, silhouetted and backlit with the grey light of the gloomy day, she none the less shone. Staring at her only made my ache for Stephanie's touch continue to grow unabated. Just go ahead and apologize and be done with it. "Jason was asking the other day about the Christmas traditions we Greeks have," Stephanie stated suddenly without raising her eyes from her book. "I'm sure I forgot to mention a lot of them. Why don't you guys tell him about how you celebrated when you were growing up in the old country?" "Oh, I don't think Jason wants to hear all that," Athena replied. "No really," Stephanie replied, swiveling her head toward me and eyeing me sharply. "He's really into all that cultural stuff. Aren't you?" How I loved the little bitch. Without a book of my own to withdraw into and not wanting to take a chance of further alienating her parents, I spent the next hour and a half listening to Nick and Athena recall Christmases past. It actually was kind of interesting and even nice to see them smile as they enjoyed each reminiscence. Still it was plainly evident that I needed to even things out with Stephanie. At this point I was pretty sure she wasn't still mad at me. No, this was just another phase in the cycle of her moods. She was going to wear me down with boredom and conversation with her parents until I caved in and apologized. True, I could have been big about it and just given up but what would be the fun in that? Eying her as she earnestly ignored me, I realized that while she knew what I found irresistible in her, I'd come to know a thing or two about her these past few years as well. There was more than one way around her ire and an apology might not be necessary after all. "You look really beautiful," I said softly but loud enough that I knew she could hear me. She closed her book but didn't look up. "That's why we were late, jerky boy" she explained in a wounded tone. "I wanted to look good for you." "It was definitely worth the wait," I assured her pausing for emphasis before continuing. "You look so beautiful I can hardly take my eyes off you." As calculated a comment as it might have been, it really wasn't an exaggeration. Stephanie wore a long dark blue overcoat but despite the coldness of the day had chosen a short black leather skirt and a white turtleneck of soft and fine looking wool. With her sable hair, deep brown eyes, tawny skin, glossed and unconditionally kissable lips, she was as irresistible as I'd ever seen her look. "Thank you," she replied perfunctorily and turned her head toward me, her displeasure dissipating but not altogether gone. "Is there anything else you'd like to tell me? Leaning towards her I took a few deep, stimulating, Stephanie-laden breaths while I pondered her question. She was angling for an apology but I was determined not to have to give it to her, even as I nodded my head positively in response. "Have I told you today how much I love you?" "No," she answered with studied petulance. "That's because I've realized that there just aren't words that can truly express to you just how much I really do." Once again that I meant every word of it didn't matter in this context. The important thing was that it wasn't an apology. Stephanie smiled at my answer but I saw the momentary flicker of realization on her face as she leaned back against her headrest. "That's what I tell people when they ask me why I love you," she answered with narrowed eyes. "There's just no way to explain it." Despite the fact that she was on to what I was up to, my plan still seemed to be working to some extent. Her demeanor was softening, but I reminded myself Stephanie was frequently the most dangerous when she didn't outwardly appear to be agitated. "So am I forgiven?" "For what?" "You know, before." Stephanie smiled and shrugged her shoulders which I took as a sign of acquiescence. We'd been riding for a couple of hours so it was a welcome break when we stopped at a travel center just off the interstate for a bite to eat and to top off the gas tank. We were almost through with lunch when the first snowflakes began to fall from the slate dark sky. Quickly, Mr. Nick jumped up from his seat and hurried us toward the exit. "I knew it!" he exclaimed and muttered something in Greek that didn't sound like it meant anything good. "Relax, Nick," Athena suggested. "It's only a few flakes." "Really, Dad," Stephanie chimed in. "You and Jason are the two biggest worry warts." Inwardly I cringed at what Nick might think of being likened to me. Stephanie had probably pondered the same thing before offering her passive-aggressive comment. "That's because you and your mother are just alike. You never worry about anything at all." Did I hear him correctly? Did Nick just imply solidarity with me against his wife and Stephanie? Before anyone could respond to his accusation, Nick hurriedly stomped off to the car leaving the three of us to trail behind him in stunned silence. He had barely let us get in and close the doors before we were in gear and heading toward the entrance ramp and back onto the interstate. We merged into traffic as the snow began falling more quickly. "You could learn a thing or two from Jason," Nick stated to everyone's amazement. "He works, he goes to school, he's responsible." "I work. I go to school," Stephanie protested vociferously, her dark eyes widened at the sting of her father's words. "He has an apartment, he's responsible," Nick added. "Are you saying you want me to move out?" "No, I'm saying I want you to be responsible. Look at those boots." "What's wrong with my boots?" "How much did they cost?" "I needed a pair of boots for the winter," Stephanie explained. "How much did they cost?" "$350," Stephanie confessed after a pause, "or so." "Hah!" Nick exclaimed triumphantly. "You don't see Jason spending $350 on a pair of boots, do you? Why not? Because he's responsible." Stephanie's jaw dropped and I felt a grin spread across my face until she slid her eyes my way. "Gee, since we're so much alike, maybe Mom should sit back here with me and Jason should sit up front." While Stephanie's comments were directed at her dad, her eyes were locked on me now, black and merciless as a shark's. "OK, you two that's enough," Athena interjected with forced cheer in her tone. "It's Christmas. This is supposed to be a time of giving." "Yes, it is," Stephanie agreed ominously. Athena turned on the radio and tuned it to a station playing all relentlessly cheerful holiday songs and carols and turned the volume up to discourage further conversation. Maybe she thought it would coax a more convivial mood out of us. In response Nick turned up the heater fan coaxing further dispersal of his aftershave. "Christ it's hot in here," Stephanie complained loudly. "Watch your language," Nick and Athena scolded in unison and once more comfortably in agreement. Stephanie unbuckled her seatbelt and peeled her coat off, twisting her shoulders and raising her chest as she maneuvered her way out of the garment. The way Stephanie's nipples showed dark and hard beneath the white softness of her sweater made it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. This wasn't exactly her usual winter wear nor what I would expect her to have put on for a long car ride to go see her grandparents. She not only had wanted to look good for me, she was dressed for seduction. She placed her handbag down on the floor by her feet and I got a look at her infamous calf-high black leather boots. Stephanie twisted toward me causing her ripe breasts to jiggle so sweetly. The sight and the nearness of her body were arousing a familiar stirring in my pants. With her coat off, the scent of her new perfume reached me in a welcomed and enthralling wave. Next she raised her arms and pulled her hair back to rearrange it, causing Stephanie's breasts to lift and press against the soft material of her top. The thin white fabric made her hardened chocolate colored nipples look like they were small, dark gems beneath a dusting of snow. She was probably as horny as I was after several days of celibacy, plus a fight always seems to get her butter melting. For my part, I was rapidly getting hard so I folded my hands in my lap to conceal my inflating situation. Stephanie smiled proudly at the ease with which she could arouse me. Cream Filled: Car Games She crossed one leg over the other and her already short skirt rose up higher, exposing still more of Stephanie's silken thighs. Nick drove with fierce determination as the skies rapidly darkened. He passed a long line of vehicles as Athena admonished him for going too fast. The snow was starting to stick to the roadway. "I'm kind of hot in these boots, would you help me take them off?" Her parents were talking up in the front while the radio loudly announced that the now heavily falling snow was still expected sometime later today. Stephanie twisted in her seat to face me and raised her left leg so that the heel of her boot rested on my right leg, the one closest to her. As she did so, her skirt slid still farther up. "Do you like them?" she asked in a soft but teasing tone. "They're extremely irresponsible." Even over her dad's pungent aftershave and Stephanie's beguiling new perfume, I could smell the newness of the boot leather and feel the sharpness of her heel urgently pressing my erection into my thigh muscle. Each slow movement of her foot made it ache wonderfully. My eyes studied the dark, tooled patterns on the boot and I drew another breath of the fresh leather scent before reflexively scanning the line of Stephanie's leg upward. They looked smooth and inviting all the way to her holiday cheerful patterned cotton panties with their narrow candy red and white stripes. She casually moved her knee outward some and my gaze locked onto the thin bit of cloth that clung to the cleft between her legs. "You have to pull on it," she said drawing me out of my trance. Grasping the toe and heel of the boot I pulled with some effort as Stephanie braced herself with the other foot on my leg, grinding her heel into my cock painfully. My erection grew still more rigid. Slowly the boot slipped off from her foot and I handed it to her while she raised the other leg to me. Stephanie used her bare foot this time to brace herself only instead of using the outside of my leg nearest her, she placed it on the inside of my left leg as close to my crotch as she could. With a tug, the other boot slid off and I handed it to her as well so she could place it on the floorboard next to the other one. Then Stephanie stretched both her legs out over my lap and wiggled her toes before drawing one knee up towards her chest again to ensure I had an unobstructed view between her legs. My gaze retraced the tawny length of one leading my eyes straight to where the heavenly black tangle over her pubis lay concealed. Stephanie moved the heel of her straightened leg between my legs and ever so slowly began to massage my stiffness, first with her heel and then the outside edge of her foot. She paused momentarily to arrange the bed pillow she'd brought, placing it beneath her legs which gave her a better angle of access to me. Her foot rested in my lap while her leg lay comfortably along the pillow. She raised her drawn up knee still higher as her toes went back to work on my painfully stiff member. How I wanted to grab that foot and suck on each of her beautiful toes then kiss and bite and suck my way over her foot and up her silky leg. Instead, ever mindful of Nick and Athena in the front seat, I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid my jacket off as unobtrusively as possible and placed it over my lap, covering Stephanie's feet as well as the source of my growing concern. Unfortunately this only encouraged her. It was obvious now how Stephanie planned to reprimand me, by pursuing one of her favorite pastimes, tormenting me. Reaching under the jacket I grabbed Stephanie's foot with my hand to hold it still, not wanting to endure the ache when I knew there could be no relief at the end. After all we were riding in a car with her parents but she arched an eyebrow at me and fixed me with a menacing look. Truth be told, my body welcomed her touch even as tormenting as it was under the circumstances and I couldn't resist letting my hands explore the warm silkiness of her lower legs in return. "They're so soft." "I just got them waxed yesterday," she explained, causing me to cast a look of concern her way. "Don't worry, I didn't get that waxed." Stephanie tells me I'm an oddity as Brazilian waxes are so popular these days but I can't bear the thought of having to part with her pubic hair. She can trim it if she wants but I love its deep ebony color and the way it holds her scent and tickles my nose when I go down on her. It sparkles like diamonds with her wetness and my load shines on it like unstrung pearls on a swath of black felt. My jacket discretely covered my crotch and she was now at liberty to toy with me as she pleased. Stephanie let her upraised knee loll outward, falling slightly towards the front seat, her mother's seat, which was close enough to Stephanie to screen her actions from her parent's view but not from mine. Smiling wickedly she ground her heel determinedly but deftly against my prick. So effective was her touch that my cock remained as if suspended in its painfully swollen state within the confinement of my slacks. The dampness I felt confirmed it steadily leaked from the tip. Stephanie took further advantage and shifted position. She pulled her left heel out from between my legs and propped it on my thigh while her right foot slipped into the space her left one had vacated. Now she was able to use her toes and the ball of her other foot on me. Rubbing, caressing and pressing, Stephanie was relentless in her manipulations. My eyes darted from her face to her panty covered crotch. A spot of moisture had appeared between the concealed ridges of her labia. There was no escape or distraction available no matter what I tried. "Jesus," I muttered, as annoyed as I was excited by Stephanie's brazenness. That would be all I needed, to be caught fooling around in the car with her by her parents. "What is wrong with you?" I questioned Stephanie in a whisper, our voices concealed by the radio. "You know I'm trying to get back into their good graces." "Oh, I think you've already done that, at least my Dad's. Your problem Jason, is that you worry too much. You're too responsible. You need to relax and from here on, I am going to make it a priority to relax you." Sure she was, just not anytime soon. But Stephanie lifted her feet and slid the coat off them and turned until she was sitting upright and facing forward in her seat. A sigh escaped me at the respite. "Say, do you remember that game we used to always play on long car trips when I was a kid?" Stephanie asked her parents. "You mean the license plate game?" Athena answered. "Yes, that's the one," Stephanie confirmed joyfully. "You try to spot cars from as many states as you can," her mom explained as if this was some exotic contest that they themselves had made up. "If you see one, call out the state name and you get a point. The one with the most points wins." "Let's play," Stephanie enthused. "I love that game." "You all play," Nick grumbled. "I have to concentrate." Stephanie pulled the jacket back over my lap, propped her pillow on my shoulder and leaned against me, then I felt her right hand slip under the coat and begin rubbing me to full hardness again through my slacks. Not wanting to draw undo attention and possible discovery I tried mentally to will my erection away. It didn't work even though I studied each billboard and car we passed earnestly. Then I felt Stephanie's fingers deftly unzip my fly. In just a moment, she had my cock freed from my boxers and was stroking me expertly beneath the jacket. Her head was still propped on the pillow atop my shoulder and the movements of her hand were so casual that neither Nick nor Athena noticed what was going on. They stayed focused on the snowy highway before us. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I whispered to her. "Not at all," she answered then not so gently bit my earlobe. "I love car games." "Ohio!" Athena called out. "That's one for me." Stephanie's eyes studiously avoided mine. "Oh look, Min-ne-so-ta," Stephanie sang, emphasizing each syllable while giving my shaft a firm tug for each one. "That's one for Stephie!" Athena exclaimed. Stephanie and her mother really were a lot alike in some ways. It made me wonder how far the similarities ran. "Do you want a coke?" Athena asked then turned and handed me a can. Stephanie declined but I opened mine, anxious for a drink and a potential distraction to alleviate my heightened state. After several swallows, I placed my drink in the cup holder molded into the door. Something had to be done I determined, and I knew Stephanie was as turned on as I was, so I slid my hand down underneath the jacket and hooked her left leg under the knee and quickly pulled it over my right one so that her leg was between the two of mine. Her head was still on the pillow she had propped on my shoulder and arm but I heard her draw a quick breath of surprise. With her head still resting on my shoulder, I could hear and feel Stephanie's every breath. She was breathing faster but not as quickly as me and that needed to change. Moving my hand to her leg I rested it lightly on her knee. "What are you doing?" she asked with a bemused tone. "Playing a car game of my own." Glancing to the front seat it appeared that both Nick and Athena had their eyes fixed to the road in front of us. Night had replaced the grey day and the headlights of the cars and trucks reflected in the falling snow to create a halo of bright white about each passing vehicle. By contrast, it was now dark in ours and I don't think Stephanie's parents could have seen anything, even if they had been looking. Emboldened, I slid my hand to the inside of Stephanie's leg and began to lightly trace an imaginary line on the supple flesh with my fingertips. She drew a deep breath and I felt her body stir. "I thought you wanted back in their good graces?" she whispered. "I thought I already was." Continuing with my caresses, I made longer trails on the inside of her leg, from just above her knee down along the tendon of her inner thigh to just short of her mound. As I moved ever closer, my knuckles lightly grazed her panties, just hard enough to create some friction. Opening my hand, my fingers moved between her legs to cup her mons. Stephanie let out a long breath and licked her lips as my fingers explored the sensitive area. Placing them as flat as I could over her pussy I made small, slow circles with my fingertips. Her breathing quickened, each of her exhalations like a whisper of encouragement in my ear as the heat radiated through the now dank material of her panties. Placing my hand on her inner thigh, I wriggled my fingers between her leg and the snugly fitting cloth of her underwear. Quickly I found her clit and began to rub it. Stephanie drew a deep breath and pressed her face to my neck. "Raise your butt up." "What?" "You heard me, raise your butt up." Stephanie complied and I hooked my fingers out the other leg opening and grasping the now wet panel like a handle in the palm of my hands, I pulled on them. When I had the waist band clear of her hips, I let go and moved my hand back to its real objective. Her pubic hair bristled against my palm as the tip of my middle finger found her slickened furrow. She sighed and moved her other leg outward to give me better access as I explored down along her slit until I could push my finger as deep inside of her as it could go at that angle. Stephanie's cloying warmth enveloped my digit and she took several deep breaths as I began to move it about. After slowly pushing it in and out of her a few times, I added a second finger and enjoyed the changing pattern of her breathing as both fingers repeatedly plunged into her wet heat. Oh yes, she was just as horny as me and her teasing foot massage had done as much to stimulate her as me. Certainly if the wetness coating my knuckles and the back of my hand was confirmation of that. After a few more repetitions I slowly drew my fingers out over Stephanie's whispered protest and took my hand from beneath our blanket of coats. Even in the darkness of the car, I could see my fingers glistening with her juices. "I wish I could go down on you right now," I whispered then sucked and licked my fingers clean of her sweetness. "You taste so good." "Yeah?" Once more I reached under the coat and between her legs and pressed my fingers into her, then once more removed them. "Here, have a taste," I said curling my arm until my fingertips were in front of her lips. Stephanie opened up and let my fingers slip into her mouth. Her tongue slowly, methodically slid between them as she sucked. It was difficult to smell anything over Nick's aftershave but despite it and Stephanie's alluring new fragrance I could smell her hot musk on my fingers. Her scent always had an instant effect on me, it was like driving past my favorite restaurant at dinner time. Once more I lifted the coats to get my hand between Stephanie's legs and once more I dipped my fingers into her hot, buttery pussy. This time when I drew them out, I found her clit with my finger tips. As I teased her bud, I felt her body react. Her breaths were quicker now as I focused on that sensitive nub, rolling it and stroking it beneath the pad of my middle finger. "We're getting close," Athena called out but didn't look back toward us. After a momentary freeze at the sound of her mother's voice, my fingers resumed their work. First in circles, then up and down and side to side, pressing down and easing up, slower and then when I felt Stephanie's body begin to tense more rapidly. "We are getting close, aren't we?" I whispered. Stephanie gave a long forceful exhalation and bit down on her pillow to keep from making a louder sound as a spasm moved through her body. After giving the inside of her thigh a squeeze, I left my hand there caressing her leg while she caught her breath which took several minutes. When Stephanie finally did speak it wasn't to me. "Mom, do you have any hand lotion?" "Sure baby," Athena responded and started to pass the bottle back to her daughter. "Oh just squeeze some in my hand, please," Stephanie said, holding her right hand out, palm up. "Better give me a good bit of it though; my skin is really getting dried out." "Yes, it's from having to run the heat all of the time," Athena agreed. "What does it say?" Nick interrupted, pointing toward a road sign. Soon her parents were preoccupied with arguing over which exit to take while Stephanie slipped her lotion laden hand beneath my jacket and wrapped it around my still throbbing shaft. As anxious as I was about having her parents in the front seat, Stephanie's hand on my cock felt almost as good as her wonderfully tight cunt would. She made sure that my erection was evenly coated with lotion, working it into the tightly stretched skin over the entire length of my shaft. Then she wrapped her fingers around and slowly began to stroke me. She let her thumb toy with the piss hole at the tip and every few repetitions, Stephanie would slide her palm over the knob making my whole body jerk like a puppet. Closing my eyes, I gave in to the sensation as Stephanie continued to work my fully engorged and throbbing prick. "That's it," she whispered. "Just relax and enjoy it." Hand jobs from Stephanie while not a common occurrence were always a treat. Don't get me wrong, I'd still take her pussy or her mouth over her hand but she definitely could provide some unique sensations using her fingers on me. She gripped me firmly while she stroked up and down, sometimes twisting to one side or another like my cock was screwed on at the base and she couldn't make up her mind to tighten or loosen it. Then every few pumps she'd swirl her palm over the tip again making me squirm and throb right down to my balls. Athena's voice announced that we were almost to where we would get off. Her parents quickly went back to arguing over exit numbers. Stephanie, feeling that she had brought me to the brink, took her hand off my shaft. She let her palm slide down the underside then cupped my balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as if to remind me she wasn't ready to finish things just yet. Closing my eyes, I lay my head back against the headrest. Stephanie massaged by testicles one at a time, then both together. Next I felt her lotion-slick fingertip explore the ridge of skin behind them. "Still worried about this weekend?" she asked to which I silently shook my head in the negative. "See? I told you I would relax you." It was hot in the car and I could feel myself starting to perspire and I turned my head to whisper in Stephanie's ear. "It feels great but we should really stop now." "Nonsense," she said as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft once more. "Part of you is still very tense." Athena and Nick were still arguing about which exit to take. "This is it!" Athena shouted. "Are you sure?" "Yes, we get off just ahead." Stephanie laughed and began to stroke me earnestly. "You heard her, we get off just ahead." Laying my head back and closing my eyes once more, I felt the pressure building in my core. "All you have to do is apologize." "What?" "You heard me. Apologize for being an asshole and I'll relieve you the rest of the way." "What about how I relaxed you?" "Oh that was very nice and so was hearing how beautiful I look and how there are no words to truly tell me how much you love me," Stephanie continued. "No, actually I take that back about the last two. Saying that instead of apologizing makes you not just an asshole but a fucking asshole." To emphasize her point and the dilemma I found myself in, she gave a slow twist of her hand around the crown of my iron hard cock, bringing me to the brink and then abruptly let go. Glancing quickly to the front seat I could see Nick and Athena were paying us no attention and truthfully at this point I didn't care anymore. "OK, OK," I agreed. "I'm sorry." "You are? What about?" "I'm sorry for being an asshole." Stephanie's fingers roamed gently over by balls then cupped them. Then she began to squeeze them. "What kind of asshole?" she asked nonchalantly. "A fucking asshole," I blurted through the sudden pain. "I'm sorry for being a big fucking asshole." "Now that wasn't so difficult was it?" Stephanie teased as she began to resume gentle caresses to my balls again. So the pain was gone but I was far from relieved. She then slid her lotion slicked fingertips up along the underside of my shaft, then wrapped her hand around it. She began to stroke me earnestly. Stephanie pulled hard on my cock, the side of her hand impacting against the pubic bone at the base of my rod. With my eyes closed I could feel the car slow even as Stephanie's hand moved faster. The turn signal rhythmically began to click on and off. We swerved slightly to get onto the exit ramp and I felt myself edging closer to the point of no going back. Stephanie nuzzled my neck while she stroked me rapidly. Finally, unable to hold back but trying my best to stifle any sound, I felt the hot stream boil up from deep within me. It spewed out in pulsing blasts. "South Dakota! South Dakota!" I grunted with each hot jet, trying to disguise the reason behind my outburst. "You only have to say it once," Nick complained without so much as looking in the mirror before returning to the argument with Athena. "I told you to buy the GPS navigator," she said dismissing him with a wave of her hand. "Why do I need a GPS when all you have to do is read the signs to me?" For a moment, I felt light headed and it was tough to breath in the closeness of the car. It felt like I had shot at least a pint of jizz into my jacket, I could feel it running down my cock and knew there had to be copious amounts on my shirt and pants. Mostly at that moment though I felt relief. Cream Filled: Car Games With a satisfied smile, Stephanie tucked my softening member back into my pants and zipped them up. She withdrew her hand from underneath the coat and leaned back against her door. Even in the poor light from the streetlamps, I could see there was a white splatter on the back of her hand. She held her hand up and turned it some to one side then the other as if she were trying on a piece of jewelry. She smiled at me and brought her hand to her mouth and slowly scraped the pearly mess off with her tongue. When she had it all, she stuck her tongue out some to show it to me then withdrew it and swallowed. Grabbing my Coke, I took a big sip as I tried to wet my throat. "Everything all right back there?" Nick asked. His unexpected question shook me enough that I coughed in mid-swallow and sprayed Coke all over myself, just compounding the sticky mess in my lap. Laughing and thoroughly enjoying herself, Stephanie fished some tissues out of her hand bag and began to tidy me up some. It was a relief of sorts to finally pull into the driveway of Stephanie's aunt and uncle's house. Now if I could just manage to get inside and past the family and get changed without anyone seeing the mess in my lap, I might get away with this. As her relatives came out to greet us and we got out of the car, I was thankful it was dark out and to find myself on the fringe of the group and so was barely noticed other than the requisite introductions. My fingers were still pungent with Stephanie's essence and I thought about that with each hand I shook. But it was snowing and cold so we quickly moved toward the house. Once inside, I apologized for my appearance explaining that I'd had a mishap with a can of soda. They were all too busy hugging and kissing each other joyfully to pay me much attention anyway. Stephanie's uncle, Jimmy, insisted on taking my jacket and hanging it up in the entry way with the other coats. He didn't seem to notice anything amiss and quickly turned back to the family. More hands were shaken, hugs were given and backs were slapped. Then out of the corner of my eye I detected some movement by the coat rack. Horrified, I watched helplessly at what I knew it had to be dripping from my coat and onto the hard wood floor. "Look at that," I whispered to Stephanie. "What should I do?" "Don't worry about it. No one's going to notice," she answered rubbing her hand reassuringly over my belly and grinning. "Besides, I told my parents you were going to come on this trip." She turned her head at the sound of children's feet charging toward her. "Thia Stephanie!" a little boy and girl I presumed to be Christos and Petrea called out almost in unison. Stephanie let go of me and knelt, hugging them both to her at once as they each kissed her cheek. Her smile was radiant. "Go on," she said, with a pat of their bottoms. "We'll be right behind you." Light spilled from the kitchen, along with the sounds of loud happy voices laughing, speaking in a mix of languages and even crying with joy as the family came together, some seeing each other for the first time in years. Stephanie stood and turned to me, aglow I knew both inside and out. "Come on." She said taking me by the hand and leading me toward the light and the sounds of rejoicing. "This is going to be the best Christmas ever." I knew she was right. Cream-Filled Confections I have brought you to a gathering of like-minded souls. For the trip here you have been wearing a cape with a hood on it, and underneath that, a pair of stockings attached to a severe waist cincher, and a pair of moderately high heels. That is all. Your hands are held modestly over your breasts via your index fingers being placed through the rings in your nipples, and secured by a slave bracelet over that. You are being quite careful to hug your elbows into your sides so as to prevent even the slightest movement, so that the rings are not tugged. Once we arrive at our destination, and have entered the room, I remove your cape, and attach a light chain lead to your clit ring. We walk about the room, and come upon a truly marvelous sight. A feminized man is straddling a pole-mounted dildo, and teetering on ballet ankle boots. He is attired otherwise like you, short corset, and stockings. He really is quite beautiful, and if it were not for the 8-½ inch cock, he could easily pass as a woman. His/her cock is wrapped in what his mistress terms a "Klit Korset", which is little more that a boned satin sheath, laced like a corset to his manhood. It must be very tight because the head protruding from the end is turning very dark. His mistress makes a request, she is looking for someone to torment him, and could she please "borrow" you? Being the gracious fellow that I am, I turn the chain lead over to her. The first thing she does is remove your heels, and place ballet heels on you, lacing them up, and tightening the ankle strap. Because this is a first for you, you are allowed to shuffle on your knees to her slave, and are instructed to lick him but not let him cum, which is unlikely with the sheath anyway. You proceed to do your best, and after 10 minutes, you are told to halt. Your slave bracelets are removed, and you are allowed to remove your fingers from your nipple rings, which you gratefully do. You are then instructed to stand, put your arms around his neck, and mount him. Reaching up, you do as instructed, and wrap your legs around the back of his thighs, and inch your way up until she reaches between you and positions his cock, at your cunt, and then you slowly sink down. With a small crop, she encourages you to kiss and hump him, and you do, becoming very aroused, but not as much as he is, but before you can cum, she takes you back off of him. She leads you to a sort of inclined bench, and orders you to stand, which you shakily do, and then bends you over the high end, so that your toes and heels just reach the floor, and she clips cuffs around each ankle, and your legs are spread wider. At the other end of the bench is a dildo with a strap mounted on it, and your mouth is placed over it, and the strap tightened, securing your head to the bench, Your wrists are cuffed, and brought down and secured to a pair of rings on the floor. Then a dildo is introduced into your cunt, and secured with about 8 inches inside you. This only makes you regret being pulled off the effeminate man. Unable to look around, you hear the click, click, click of approaching heels, the person must be taking very small steps, then you feel him at your ass, it is your former victim. He is shuffled forward, and lubricant is applied to you and him, and then he is pushed into you filling all your holes. Straps are secured around your thighs, holding his thighs tightly to yours, and then he is bent over you, and another strap secures him like this at the small of his back. A small padded shelf is added to the bench over, but not touching your shoulders, and his shoulders rest on that, his arms being held in an armbinder, and raised behind him so that he cannot raise himself up. Neither of you can move, you are completely helpless, and still seeking satisfaction. Then suddenly, he shifts forward, imbedding himself even further in your ass, a large man has come up behind him and starts to fuck him, and you, in the process. Another man straddles your head, and proceeds to fuck his mouth, then the vibrator concealed in the dildo in your cunt is turned on. It vibrates and moves, rubbing your inner walls, and your former victim's cock. Your are both ravished like this until both the men and both of you cum like never before, and almost pass out from the ecstasy. You are both released, but you are reversed on the bench, face up, and then secured again. His mistress, who has spent the time well, has had her cunt filled with the product of 6 pricks, and plants her pussy on your mouth. She demands that you act as a human douche bag, and scour all the cum out of her, during which time, she has a further 3 orgasms, each time grasping your head to her so tightly you almost suffocate. Saying that you have done well, and that you deserve a reward, she positions you on the bench again, but this time with your shoulders on the shelf. Donning a 10-inch strap on, she uses your cunt, while I, noticing that your mouth looks like a glazed donut, proceed to insert my cock so that the donut can be cream-filled. This time you do pass out and wake up with a dreamy smile on the way home. Cream Filled: Happy Birthday Baby This is the fourth story of the Cream Filled series. I am again very grateful to Kumani for editing these stories. One of the things that I have really come to appreciate about what Stephanie and I have together is our ability to communicate with one another. We tell each other everything, well almost everything and we have developed the confidence to convey our wants, needs and feelings with clarity. Right since we first started dating about two years ago, we've been open and honest about both the good and the bad that has happened between us and I'm convinced it has really helped us grow closer together. We've even developed our non-verbal skills, our empathy and sensitivity to each other's needs to the point where we can read each other's moods and body language and always just seem to know when a simple touch of the hand is better than a word, or when the right thing instead is to keep some distance. We sense when to be close enough to reassure the other we are there for them if needed or when to give space when one of us just needs to be alone for a while. Of course the key is putting these communication skills into practice. For example, we know we love each other but we recognize at times we both still need to tell each other. A hug and a kiss is great but it's a basic human need to hear special words too. There are some things that just need to be said aloud. But while I'm good at reading Stephanie and getting better every day at it, I do miss a signal or two from time to time. Such as the importance of my preference in birthday presents. For the past few weeks Stephanie had been asking me what I wanted for my birthday without getting much in the way of a firm reply from me. With each attempt her questioning became a bit more urgent as the day was fast approaching and evidently she felt that I still hadn't offered her any acceptable suggestions. She knows my likes and dislikes and has always done really well with the gifts she's given me in the past without getting my input beforehand but this year for some reason it's been different. It's not that I've been trying to be evasive, I just really couldn't think of anything for her to buy me but you see Stephanie's into birthdays, Christmas, Valentine's and the like. She takes gift giving very seriously and puts a lot of thought into each one. She says it's because a gift is a tangible way of expressing how she feels about the recipient. The cost of the gift itself isn't important, she says, what matters to her most is that it is the right gift for that person. So each time she asked me what I wanted I answered truthfully, that her love is my most treasured gift and since she expresses that love to me clearly every day in so many ways, nothing else was necessary. Stephanie would turn away with a shake of her head and I'd think no more of it figuring that as in the past she'd just go and pick something out on her own. Instead she cornered me in the kitchen of the donut shop one morning to better communicate her feelings on the matter. "Look, Asshole," she warned me with fury burning deep in her brown eyes as she jabbed a finger into my chest for added emphasis. "I've been saving my fucking tips for a month to get you a great birthday present and I've been asking you the whole fucking time what to get. Now it's just three damn days to your birthday, so you better tell me right now what you fucking want." "Steph, I'm not trying to be difficult but there really isn't anything that I want or I would have told you already," I answered somewhat flustered but making a quick suggestion. "Why don't you just buy me a card if you really feel a need to get me something?" "Why don't I just break up with you?" she responded, leaning toward me enough so I could feel the burn of her anger on my face. "I can always go back to my vibrator and then I wouldn't have to bother with your birthday at all!" "Stephanie, you are all that I want," I reassured her as I took her by the shoulders and looked deeply and sincerely into her beguilingly beautiful dark eyes. There really wasn't anything else I wanted all that much. Well, almost anything. "You already have me," she answered, her tone noticeably softened. "All of me." "Well, that's not exactly true, Steph" I said, my gaze wandering exaggeratedly down her lithe body as I leaned slightly to one side as if to check out her ass. She flicked my hands away from her shoulders with disgust and stepped back. "Do you see a diamond?" she asked impatiently, raising her left hand in front of my face and waggling the fingers. Ah, yes. The infamous No Diamond, No Anal rule. Stephanie turned and stormed off and out of the kitchen, the double doors swinging and rattling excitedly in her wake. Its best to leave her alone for a bit I thought, as I turned back to my work table. Within a few moments I heard the doors swing open again but didn't bother to look up. Those doors swing open and closed all day long. An instant later something thudded against my head. A donut slid down the side of my face and bounced off my shoulder before hitting the floor as I stood there stunned. Reaching my hand up to comfort my stinging cheek, I felt globs of sticky sweetness covering the smarting skin. "What the FUCK?" The doors swung open again and I looked over in time to see Stephanie stride out of the kitchen. A moment later she was poking her head through the service window. "You're lucky it was only cream filled, you asshole. The next one is going to be jelly," she threatened and started to withdraw her head from the portal before stopping. "And that's a promise." "Crazy bitch," I muttered as I hurried through the kitchen to the employee restroom to inspect the damage. Stephanie's temper was a donut shop legend and I was well aware of it even before we started dating. Truthfully that fiery spirit is one of the things that really turned me on about her. Now I'm no masochist but I've found that some contentiousness, maybe more so than variety, is truly the spice of life because regardless of how pissed she gets at me, once Stephanie gets around to forgiving me, if she forgives me, I can always look forward to a reconciliation at least equal in passion to her anger. Once in the bathroom, I turned the side of my face to the mirror. Cream filling and confectioner's sugar not only covered my cheek but were splattered all in my hair on that side of my head. Fortunately, none had gotten in my eyes but I was definitely going to need a shower to clean the sticky mess entirely off of me. And Stephanie was definitely going to need some payback. Of course I would have to apologize first. Yes, that's right. Despite the fact that I was the one that got hit, once my initial anger and surprise subsided, I quickly realized I was going to have to get Stephanie to forgive me. If I did so before her conscience kicked in, which it inevitably would, she would feel all the more guilty about clobbering me and less likely to anticipate the retribution that I would have in store for her. Looking in the mirror and seeing the splatters of cream all through my brown hair gave me an idea. Once back at my work table I noticed Stephanie with seeming urgency stride in and out of the kitchen several times. She was trying to discretely determine if I was all right so she could resume her righteous fury. While she didn't come over to me, I think by the third trip she was satisfied that there was no permanent damage. Waiting until she was busy cleaning off some tables, I walked out into the front part of the shop to talk to her. She stopped her cleaning and looked at me expectantly with arms crossed. "Stephanie, I'm really sorry," I began with my hands raised some and palms open in the universal gesture of concession. "I know you have been trying to get me something special for my birthday and I shouldn't have treated it so lightly. I know this means a lot to you and I was a jerk about it and again, I'm sorry. So please, don't break up with me, okay?" Stephanie maintained her petulant silence a long moment, then uncrossed her arms and gently touched my face. "Are you all right?" she asked with a guilty wince. "I'm fine. No harm done." "I'm really sorry, Jason. I shouldn't have thrown a donut at you. It's just that this is your twenty-first birthday. It's a really big one and I really want to do something special for you." "I know and like I said, I had it coming. Besides I have to admit that was a hell of a throw. You must have been thirty feet away and you hit me square on." "Anger helps me focus," she explained. Then she leaned toward me and kissed me softly on the offended cheek. "I guess I'm going to have to make that up to you later," she said with a coy smile. "That'd be nice," I agreed. "But about that birthday present, how about a magazine subscription? It's not glamorous I admit but you know how much I like to read and keep up on current events. You could get me a subscription to a news weekly." "Yes! You are kind of boring that way," Stephanie's face instantly brightened at the suggestion. "It actually would be the perfect gift for you." "Thanks, on both points." Stephanie happily kissed me again, this time on the lips. "You're right though, it's not very romantic. So I'll tell you what, I am going to take you out to a nice dinner too," she continued, now thoroughly pleased. "You just name it. Steak, seafood, anything you want." "You really mean that?" I asked and repeated the last item in her list of options. "Anything I want?" "Of course I do. Anything you want." Anything I want. Now that is truly a perfect gift. Nodding my head in affirmation, I turned and went back into the kitchen, working potential scenarios out in my mind as I resumed my duties. After work, Stephanie took my hands in hers and gave them a squeeze as she questioned me. "So what did you decide about your birthday dinner?" Stephanie's eyes were bright with excitement. She loved planning things. "How about a surprise?" "Sure," she readily agreed. "I love surprises." "I know you do." And believe me, you're going to get one, I thought, inwardly gleeful at the notion I'd just deceived her completely. "Should we invite anyone along? How about Terri and her boyfriend?" she asked. Terri has been Stephanie's best friend for years. Blonde haired, blue-eyed, soft spoken and unfailingly sweet, she is almost the Anti-Stephanie. "No, if you don't mind," I answered pulling her close to me and wrapping my arms around her, "I'd like to have you all to myself. Stephanie hugged me about the shoulders and rubbed the tip of her nose against mine. "That sounds perfect to me," she agreed. The next couple of days were unremarkable and on the morning of my birthday I groggily leaned over to my nightstand and turned off the alarm that I was once more unable to ignore. Dutifully I arose and showered, shaved and readied myself for work. The notion struck me that despite having at last reached the age of twenty-one, it really was just another day. As usual, I arrived at work before Stephanie and after starting some coffee brewing, began prepping for the day ahead. "Happy birthday!" Athena called out as she and Nick made their way to the office. "Thanks," I replied. Since Stephanie frequently had classes after work, she usually drove her own car and pretty much showed up whenever she pleased but always before things got busy. It was at least an hour after her parents had shown up that Stephanie burst into the kitchen. "There he is!" she announced brightly. "All grown up and officially a man." Stephanie's arrival as always warmed me like a sunrise and her enthusiasm brought a smile to my face. She came to me and hugged me tightly, smelling and feeling as wonderful as ever. Her ebony hair was pulled tightly back in a pony tail and her deep brown eyes glittered with joy. Pressing my lips to the exotically olive toned softness of her neck I breathed deeply of her alluring, freshly bathed, early morning scent. While I would have been content to let my senses stay lost in her for hours, she pried me from her neck and kissed me. "Well, you already know what you're getting from me," she said, taking a step back and holding my hands in hers. Yes, but you don't know what you're getting from me I thought, my birthday providing cover for the exultant grin I wore. "Yes," I replied enthusiastically "and I know I'm really going to enjoy it." "Still, it's only a magazine subscription but tonight comes the real treat. I am taking you out for a romantic dinner," she reminded me then paused and gave me a theatrical wink. "Then after that, who knows?" Who knows indeed? "That sounds great," I said. "Oh and you should wear something nice." "How nice?" "Hmmm, a blazer and slacks, maybe a tie." "Slacks and a tie I can probably manage but I don't think my old blazer fits anymore." "Not to worry," she gushed and patted my chest excitedly. "Wait here!" She turned and hurried out of the kitchen and came back in a few minutes with some department store gift boxes. "Go on, open them," she urged. The first one, the smallest, was obviously shoes. When I opened the lid I was greeted with the new leather smell of dress shoes. "Wow!" was all I could say. "Open them all!" The next box held a shirt and tie, the next a pair of slacks and the last a dark blue blazer. "My god, Stephanie, you shouldn't have. These must have cost a lot of money." Nick and Athena chose that moment to pass by on their way to the front of the shop. "What cost a lot of money?" Nick asked, his face quickly assuming a look of concern. "What's all this?" "Today is Jason's twenty-first birthday," Stephanie explained. "We know," Nick answered, "but what's all this?" "Presents!" "Are you kidding me?" Nick asked excitedly but Athena pulled him away before he could launch into a tirade. "It's Stephanie's money," I heard her tell him. "It's not like you had to pay for it." "Actually he did pay for most of it," Stephanie admitted when they were out of earshot. "But don't worry I'll pay him back before he gets the bill." "Jeez Stephanie I mean this is great and all but--" "No buts, Jason," she said taking my face in her hands and kissing me tenderly. "There's nothing I wouldn't do for you." I'll remind you later that you said that. "I'd give you the world if I could," she continued. "I know you would," I agreed and wrapped her tightly in my arms, all the while thinking the world would be nice but I'd rather have her ass. That evening I dressed in the new clothes Stephanie had bought me. Looking in the mirror as I hoisted the knot of the tie up to the collar button of the shirt, I had to admit that I looked pretty good. She definitely has an eye for these things. When I arrived at her house, the sun had just set and the air was beginning to take on the crispness of another fall evening. The white painted brick exterior didn't seem nearly as imposing as it had two years earlier when I'd picked Stephanie up for our first date. Someone had been raking recently as the familiar smells of autumn: dirt, grass and dry leaves still hung over the walkway to the house. Athena answered the doorbell and led me into the kitchen where she and Nick had been eating their dinner. "Birthday Boy, have a seat," Nick suggested without much enthusiasm. "Stephanie's still getting ready and there's no telling how long that is going to take." "Have some wine" Athena offered as she pushed a short cocktail type glass in my direction. Though they had wine glasses, they seldom used them. Nick poured some of the Retsina for me. "To the birthday boy," he said as he raised his glass. Athena echoed his words. They smiled and sipped their wine but there was still a chill in Nick's eyes as he scanned my new clothing suspiciously. Things had been strained between us since Stephanie and I first started dating. "Hey! No drinking without me," Stephanie scolded as she strode into the kitchen. She was wearing a dark blue dress that fit snugly to every luscious curve between her neck and knees. The spiked heels of her shoes, high and thin, made a noise against the tiled floor as she walked like a hand tapping for attention on a window pane. They drew my gaze downward and showcased the graceful muscles of her toned legs. She'd also looped a strand of pearls about her neck and twirled them absently with a finger where they fell gleaming white between the tawny rise of her breasts, in stark contrast to her skin, her low cut blue dress, ebony hair and brows. "My, don't you clean up nicely?" she complimented, obviously satisfied with her purchases for me. "I'd say the same about you but you always look beautiful." Stephanie bent forward and kissed me. The pearls rattled gently as the silken softness of her hair brushed my cheek. She smelled fantastic and I couldn't resist reaching my arm about the backs of her hosiery clad legs and giving one of them a quick and discrete squeeze just above the bend of her knee. "Are those my pearls?" Athena asked. "Yes, can I borrow them?" "It looks like you already have," her mother noted coolly. "Just take care of them, they were a gift from your father you know." "Of course," Stephanie assured Athena, rolling her eyes as she moved away from me to get a glass from a cabinet then helped herself to a healthy pour of wine. "Happy birthday!" Stephanie wished me spiritedly and tapped her glass against mine then raised it to her lips, draining it then commenting. "Hmm, that's not bad." "No it really isn't" I lied. She tipped her head at my still half full glass. "It's an acquired taste I guess." "No, it's just that I'm savoring it. I like to take my time and enjoy things." Stephanie gave me an indulgent smile then turned away once more and began to open cabinets and check shelves. "Where's that bottle of brandy you guys always pull out on special occasions?" she asked over her shoulder. "It's in the one over the refrigerator," her mother replied. "I'm pretty sure it's an old Greek custom to have a shot on your twenty-first birthday," Stephanie stated. "No, not really," her dad interjected. "Well then it's an American one. Who's going to join us? Mom? Dad?" "OK," Athena answered for them both, "but just one and you shouldn't be drinking on an empty stomach. It'll go right to your head." "You shouldn't be drinking at all. You're not twenty-one," her dad reminded her. "Jason and I are going out to dinner so my stomach won't be empty for long and I promise not to let anyone know how you failed me in your parental duties, no matter what they do to me." Stephanie returned to the table with four shot glasses and filled each with brandy. "Here's to Jason," she said raising her glass. "Twenty-one and many, many more." "Hronia polla," Nick and Athena added. We gulped the shots and my throat suddenly felt like it was on fire. Unfortunately, the only thing I had to try and put it out with was the wine for which I hadn't acquired a taste yet. I wrinkled up my nose and took a swallow anyway. Athena got up and came back with an envelope that obviously contained a card. "This is from Nick and me." It was a pleasant if politely impersonal card with a twenty dollar bill in it. "Thank you both for thinking of me. That was very nice of you." "Are you going to finish that?" Stephanie asked and grabbed my glass of wine and drank the rest of it down before I could answer. "You go right ahead," I replied as she put the empty glass back in front of me. Stephanie poured us both some more wine but her parents declined. "We're going out," Athena explained. Cream Filled: Happy Birthday Baby It was then that I excused myself from the table saying I needed to use the restroom. This was a crucial point in my plan. The mixture of wine and brandy still enflamed my throat but the adrenaline was kicking in. Like a spy in a movie, I stealthily crept down the hallway, opened Stephanie's bedroom door, slipped inside and turned on the light. Where would she keep it? Each drawer of her dresser yielded nothing but clothes. Kneeling down, I looked under the bed and felt under the mattress. Nothing. Next I tried the nightstand. Eureka. In the bottom drawer of her nightstand I found her vibrator. It was even better than I'd hoped as there was also a small tube of lubricant with it. With great satisfaction at how well my plan was going, I slipped them both into my coat pocket. Then quietly I closed the drawer and turned out the light and surreptitiously made my way out of her room. Casually I made my way back to the kitchen to find both mine and Stephanie's wine glasses empty. Though I had only been gone a few minutes, Nick and Athena had gotten up from the table and were putting things away in preparation for their going out. With a giggle, Stephanie filled our shot glasses with more brandy. "I think I better not," I said waving the offered shot away. "I need to be able to drive." "Suit yourself," she grinned. "After all, you are the birthday boy." No sooner had Nick and Athena said their good nights than Stephanie downed both shots. "Come on," I said holding my hand out to her. "Let's get going." After helping her on with her coat, we stepped out into the cool, dark night. Stephanie wobbled some and laughed a lot but we made it down the walkway and got in my car. In a moment we were on the street and moving off into the night. Suddenly Stephanie had gone quiet. Glancing to my right to check on her, I saw her grin at me. "What?" "You are just the best boyfriend," she bubbled. "Thanks, but what makes you say that?" "Look at you," she exclaimed, raising her arms. "It's your birthday and here you are driving. I should be driving." "No, that's okay. I don't think you should be driving anywhere right now." She clearly had a good buzz going. "You see what I mean? There you go looking out for me. You are just the best boyfriend." We reached the avenue at the end of her subdivision and I turned to the right. "Where are we going?" Stephanie asked. "I haven't even told you where I made reservations." "I want to stop by my apartment first." That explanation seemed to satisfy her. She nodded and began singing along with the radio. When we reached the apartment complex, I parked and turned the engine off. Unbuckling my seat belt, I leaned over and gave Stephanie a long, deep kiss to let her know I planned on us staying a while. After disengaging her belt for her, I kissed her again, this time pushing my tongue into her mouth. She began to laugh even as our lips met. "What are you doing?" she asked me between giggles. "Me? I'm taking option three." "What's option three?" "Steak, seafood, anything I want," I answered extending a finger as I listed each one. "I'm choosing anything I want." "I meant for dinner." "You didn't say that. In fact when it came to dinner, I said 'How about a surprise?' Do you remember that?" "Yeah," she answered after a slight hesitation. "Well then, here's the surprise. We're going inside and I'm going to do anything I want to you for the rest of the night." Stephanie leaned back against her door for a moment, just looking me in the eyes. Then she started laughing. Her shoulders shook and her eyes watered. It took a few minutes before she calmed down enough for me to raise a question. "What's so funny?" "I'm going to do anything I want," she repeated in a falsely deep voice, mocking the seriousness of my tone before laughing again. Oh yeah, she was feeling those shots now. "Well, I am," I responded evenly. "And do you know why? Because you promised me I could, didn't you?" That elicited more laughter from Stephanie and even a few snorts. "You promised me," she mimicked. Once she had laughed herself out, Stephanie reached over and patted my knee. "I suppose I did," she admitted, then wiped her joyously teary eyes with her fingers. "Very good and very sneaky, it looks like you got over on me this time." "Come on, let's go inside." Walking around and opening the car door for her, I extended my hand to help her out. "You tricked me," she scolded without much conviction, managing to touch the tip of my nose with her finger on the third try once she was standing again. Guiding her into the building, I followed her up the stairs to the second floor while she kept up a steady litany of my devious ways. "Oh and I don't care what I said about anything you want, you are definitely not fucking me in the ass," she stated a little too emphatically. "Yes, I know the rule." "I'm game for whatever else," she went on, "But let's be clear about that one. You cannot fuck me in the ass. Got it?" "Actually I think the whole floor got it, Steph." Quickly, I keyed the lock and got her inside. After setting her purse on the table and her coat over the back of a dining chair, I grabbed her hand, spinning her about and pushing her until her back was set firmly against the wall. "What might you have in mind?" she asked, her big grin back once again. Her forearms rested on my shoulders and her hands were clasped behind my head. Instead of answering her, I kissed her again, pulling her tight to me as I pressed my groin to hers, pressing her ass onto the wall. She purred agreeably and sucked on my tongue. Breaking the kiss I stepped over to the stereo and put on a CD. "How about a dance?" I asked graciously as the music began. "That's so romantic," Stephanie gushed. "I'd love to dance with you." She was making this so easy. Any easier and it wouldn't have been fun but I was determined to have some fun. "Not with me Stephanie, for me." She laughed heartily again and shrugged her shoulders. "Anything you want baby," she conceded. "Better kick those shoes off for now," I suggested. "I'd hate for you to fall." Taking her by the hand after she'd slipped out of the shoes, I helped her up and onto the coffee table. "There, now we can do this right," I said and sat back on the couch and loosened my tie. "Go on and dance for me." Stephanie began to move her hips to the music, smiling and wagging a finger at me in mock admonishment. "C'mon Steph, let's see some effort." Stephanie pretended to pout then pushed her hair up and held it on top of her head with both hands as she moved. She licked her lips suggestively and thrust her hips toward me, I just knew she wouldn't be able to resist. Nonetheless she was in my control now and she was going to stay there. "Lose the dress." Stephanie reached behind herself, her shining black hair falling once more to her shoulders and unfastened the dress and began to take the zipper down. "Slow," I cautioned her but there really was no need, she knew just what I wanted. Little by little the dress inched off her tawny shoulders. She turned her body and the shining supple skin of her back slowly came into view as I was barely able to suppress the urge to jump up and run my tongue down the length of her spine. Stephanie teasingly turned again once more piling her hair on top of her head as the dress inched off her ripened breasts. The dress hung from her waist as Stephanie let her dark hair cascade through her fingers. Her black bra shone like silk in the soft lamplight. Slowly she began to undulate, her tummy muscles softly rolling while her belly button beckoned like a tiny mouth. She was a shining, twisting curve of black hair, olive skin, navy blue and white pearls. The pearls naturally fell between her breasts and swayed with her, shining against her darker skin. Stephanie noticed me studying them and tucked the low end of the loop between her teeth. She rolled them lewdly on her pink tongue and between her cherry colored lips as she hooked her thumbs into the dress that clung to her hips. She turned once more and arched her back so that her ass was practically in my face. Ever so slowly the dress slipped off the gentle flare of her hips and dropped to the tabletop. Now she moved in just the black bra and pantyhose with black panties beneath. My hunger was growing and I needed to touch her. With her feet apart and her knees bent, I was easily able to reach up and rub her between the legs, feeling her heat right through the material. "Come on down here," I ordered, holding my hand out to her. She took my hand and stepped down from the coffee table to kneel astride me before settling in my lap. Stephanie didn't stay still for long. She began to grind against me, finding my now hard cock with her nylon clad cunt. She laced her fingers at the back of my neck, tilting her head back as she moved so her hair flowed in shimmering waves behind her while every sweet rib called out to me. But it was those two beauties rising full and soft with a cascade of pearls between them that I couldn't resist. My hands squeezed her breasts as she instinctively reached behind herself and unclasped the bra. Now only my two hands over the cups kept it in place as she slipped the straps from her shoulders. Stephanie kept up her gyrations until my cock was throbbing. When I let go of the bra, it dropped between us to reveal her sweet tipped treats. She raised herself up some, giving my cock some relief from the friction as she held them out to me, guiding first the left chocolate-colored nipple into my mouth and then the right. Even as I hungrily suckled at her breasts I knew what she was trying to do. Stephanie was always about control. True she had me as hard as a steel bar and I could easily have thrown her down on the floor and had my way with her but I wasn't going to let her spoil my plans. Instead I pulled at the waistband of her pantyhose. "Let's get these off," I ordered. Stephanie lay back along my legs and raised her feet up high. In short order I had the hose off and she was resting her heels on my shoulders. "Rub yourself," I told her as I pulled her knees wider apart. She started to slip a hand into the frilled black panties. "No, rub yourself through them." Stephanie cupped her mound and began to rub herself vigorously. Her olive toned face was tinted with the rouge of her excitement. Her hand moved steadily as she pushed the cloth into her cleft. Stephanie swung her legs over my head as she turned in my lap and suddenly she was standing on the couch, pressing her panty clad pussy into my face. "You want a dance baby? I'll give you a dance," she said through quickened breaths. Her thighs were warm and soft as they pressed the sides of my face but her pussy was hot and dank as she pulled my mouth and nose tight against it. Her scent filled me with each breath, and I savored each pungent lungful. Pressing my mouth and nose against her, pushing them into her, I grabbed her ass with both hands and began sucking at the now damp cloth that separated me from her musky jewel. Several times my nose bumped Stephanie's fingers as she resumed furiously teasing her clit. She'd daubed some perfume on the insides of her thighs and between the scent of that and her moistening cunt I was on the verge of losing all control. That wouldn't do, not yet anyway so I moved my hands around to the front of her hips and pushed them back. "No, get down," I told her. Stephanie shrugged and stepped down off the couch then eyed me expectantly. "Take them off." She turned her back to me and smiling over her shoulder, eased her panties over her hips. She leaned forward thrusting that longed for ass toward my face. She stopped for a moment when the waist band of the panties was just below her butt to let me stare at her scrumptious buns. They parted slightly and the dark puffy wet lips of her pussy glistened as she bent forward and pushed her panties the rest of the way down. She stepped out of them and kicked them away. She reached up behind her neck to unfasten the last thing she had on. "No, leave the pearls on." With great deliberation she turned to face me. No doubt she was still feeling the effects of the drinks she'd enthusiastically downed at her parents' house but now there was another glow on her face and in her eyes, one that had nothing to do with alcohol. "Go over there," I directed her towards a worn but comfortable third-hand easy chair. Stephanie did and sat on the edge of the cushion with her knees together and her back straight as if she might have to jump to her feet quickly. "Sit back. Relax," I reassured her as I motioned with my hand and she eased back in the chair. "Put your legs up." Stephanie started to raise her feet to rest her heels on the edge of the coffee table. "No, no," I corrected her. "On the arms of the chair." Stephanie gave me a "what's he up to?" look and a slight smile and after some maneuvering managed to hook a knee over each stuffed arm of the chair while her heels squeezed the sides, while I went and sat on the edge of the coffee table closest to her. "More towards me." Obediently Stephanie scooted her butt towards the forward edge of the seat cushion. She was spread open beautifully now. Her head rested on the chair back, her black tresses flowing over her shoulders. The white pearls cascaded between her fulsome breasts with their dark brown aureoles then continued down over the ripples of her tawny stomach. The loop ended in a vee just above the ebony thatch of Stephanie's pubic hair. The purple brown lips of her labia glistened with her wetness, and I could see a hint of pink between them. "Are you just going to sit there and look or are you going to fuck me, birthday boy?" She was breathing more deeply now from the exertion of her dance. Despite the heat rising inside of her Stephanie's nipples hardened but they weren't nearly as hard as my uncomfortably swollen cock which was still trapped in my slacks and underwear. "For now I'm just going to sit here and look," I answered. "Rub it." Stephanie smiled and her right hand obligingly moved down between her legs and once again began teasing her clit. Her left hand pulled and pinched her left nipple. "Show me how wet you are." Using both hands Stephanie complied with my wish and spread the dark petals of her wet flower to show me the inside. It was bright and pink and coated with her dew. "Put your fingers in," I instructed my cool composure slipping some. "Finger fuck yourself." Stephanie eased two long slender fingers into her pussy and began to pump them slowly. Her other hand busied itself at her clit while I watched for several minutes. "Show them to me." Stephanie pulled her fingers out of herself, her pussy clasping them to the last moment as they withdrew. She held them up for me to admire. They were wet to the third knuckle. "Suck on them." Stephanie smiled and opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the lengths of each digit before putting them all the way into her mouth. She sucked them and then pushed her tongue into the gap between them. Reaching into my pocket I pulled the vibrator out and gently tossed it to her. "Where did you get this?" she exclaimed, sounding almost proud of me. "You sneaky little fucker!" "Use it." Stephanie turned it on and began to rub the tip over the hooded bud at the top of her slit then over the dark shining lips. Taking off my jacket and tie I tossed them onto the couch, undid a few buttons on my shirt then pushed the coffee table back so I could kneel in front of her. Resting my hands on her knees I leaned forward to have a good look for myself. She might have been a bit tipsy but between the scents of her perfumed thighs and musky pussy I was getting intoxicated myself. "Now put it in." Stephanie eased the vibrator between the wine dark folds of her labia and I watched transfixed as it slowly sank into her. She sucked in a deep breath and began to move it in and out of herself. Holding it with her fingertips at the base she pushed it in and drew its slick shaft out again and again. "Keep doing that" I instructed as I unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and took it off. Grasping Stephanie's legs higher up by the hips I leaned forward and touched my tongue to her sweet slit and quickly located her clit. It was hard and wet and I ran the tip of my tongue around it while Stephanie moaned softly. Her hand rubbed under my chin with her in and out motions as I laved the buttery folds of her delicious pussy. Pushing between them my tongue came into contact with the gently buzzing plastic shaft. The vibrations ran through my mouth and jaw as I imagine they did deep within Stephanie. Sucking at her cunt lips, I tugged first one then the other with my mouth as if I could suck them right off of her. My face and chin were slick with Stephanie's juices and my saliva. Standing up I quickly stripped off the rest of my clothes and tossed them aside. Stephanie reached for my cock and gave it an encouraging stroke or two. Still it wasn't time for that so I pushed her hand away. She responded with a childlike noise of frustration. "Just keep fucking yourself." Wordlessly she resumed the slow piston-like motion with the vibrator in one hand and rubbing her hard bud with the other. Once more I knelt back down before her and pushed her knees back some and then pulled her bottom forward until the crease of her ass was fully in view. Using my hands on her legs to keep her positioned like that, I brought my face down close to her. Even over the music I could hear her breathing, hear the hum of the vibrator as it was worked in and out and even over the perfume on her inner thighs I could smell the heat of her cunt. Even in the dimness of the lamplight I could see the juice oozing out of her so that from her clit to her ass crack she shone with wetness. Starting at her tail bone I licked Stephanie's crease up toward her pussy but was blocked from going any further by her hand and the vibrator. Instead I teased her already wet and shining brown asshole with the tip of my tongue as I gathered the honey dripping from her hive. Stephanie moaned and her muscles trembled as the vibrator and my tongue did their work. She groaned and shook as her first orgasm hit her. She bit her bottom lip and even curled her toes upwards but I was far from through with her. "Take it out and rub it on your ass." Sitting back on my heels I watched Stephanie ease the vibrator out of herself. Her pussy and ass were wet and ready, her legs spread wide, her face flushed from an orgasm. "Go on," I urged. Stephanie rubbed the blunted tip over the skin that separated her pussy and ass then pushed it down farther and tentatively pressed it against her tightly closed butthole. Leaning forward I pushed my tongue against her ass and the vibrator tip and the two contested for the right to tease her pucker. "Now put it in." Stephanie took the vibrator away and began moving it back toward the glistening, fluttering maw of her pussy. "No, put it in your ass." Her hand stopped and she shook her head. "I told you that you couldn't fuck me in the ass," she protested. "That you did, but you said you were game for anything else and you didn't say that you couldn't fuck yourself in the ass, so put it in." "You sneaky little fuck," she hissed her eyes dark and hard. Her buzz had ebbed along with her orgasm, I guess. "What can I say? I've been taught by the best." "And don't forget it," she snapped. "Believe me, I won't. In the meantime you're going to fuck yourself in the ass with that vibrator because you promised me that I could have whatever I wanted and we both know that you always keep your promises." Cream Filled: Happy Birthday Baby "Yeah I do and I promise you I'm going to get you for this." "I have no doubt about it." Knee walking over to the couch I fumbled in the pockets of my sport coat and located the lubricant. Uncapping it, I squirted some on the vibrator and smeared it around until it was well coated. Then I squirted some more on the tip of my forefinger and rubbed it over Stephanie's tight asshole, resisting the temptation to push it into her. "There, all set," I announced proudly. "Now go on." "Okay but I'm the one doing it and I'm going slow," she insisted. "Go as slow as you like just as long as you go." She pressed the blunted tip against her anus and moved her hand until the vibrator was perpendicular to its target. Then Stephanie took several long slow breaths and put two fingertips on the bottom of the shaft and pressed. Mesmerized, I watched as the bullet shaped tip began to penetrate. Her asshole stretched as the toy sank in deeper. Stephanie closed her eyes but maintained her steady breathing. "Deeper," I urged, more excited than commanding now. Stephanie steadily pressed until all but the last couple of inches was embedded in her. "Move it," I ordered and she complied, slowly alternating, pushing then pulling in a steady rhythm. Her pussy was still dripping and I lowered my face to it and gave it several long, slow licks. I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue then licked back through her furrow down to her wide stretched asshole. "Don't you wish it was your cock," Stephanie taunted. Oh how I wished it was my cock. Instead I had to watch as a battery powered hunk of plastic probed the depths of her delicious bottom. Even denied access to her yearned for orifice, my cock was throbbing and desperate to be in her. Anywhere inside her. But I couldn't let her taunting go without a response. Rising up I squeezed her ripe tits then sucked and bit her nipples before reaching behind her neck and unfastening the pearls. They rolled and slid down to her belly. "Be careful with those, they're my mother's. What are you doing anyways?" "Anything I want, remember? But don't worry I won't let them out of my hands." Even as I spoke I was wrapping part of the strand of tiny spheres around the first two fingers of my right hand. Holding it up slightly, the loose end of the strand dragged over her belly and the small white balls shone celestially as they moved through the black night of Stephanie's pubic hair. How beautiful they looked, some of them laying in the crook of her olive thigh. With the ones wrapped around my fingers, shining with her wetness I rubbed them over and between her puffed and glistening lips. Back and forth I rubbed a few over her hardened clit until I heard her let out a soft moan then I slowly worked my fingers into her simmering slit. "Oh my god," Stephanie gasped as I began a rhythmic penetration. Twisting my fingers for full effect as they entered her, I could feel the hot wet walls of her cunt clutching as the pearls rolled against them. The ones that lay outside of her rattled softly against themselves as my fingers matched the in and out pacing of the vibrator which hummed contentedly as it went about its work in her ass. Stephanie closed her eyes and licked her lips. "Don't you wish they were my cock?" I teased. Once more I began to earnestly suck at her clit. The muscles of her tummy began to twitch. She gave a full shudder and pushed her hips toward my mouth. She made some noises and grabbed and pulled at my hair with her free hand as if somehow she could bring my lips and tongue closer. When her orgasm had subsided, she sat her ass back on the seat. Slowly I eased my pearl-laden fingers out of her then held them in front of her mouth. "Suck on them." Stephanie opened her mouth and I slipped my fingers with their goo slick pearls in almost to the back of her tongue, taking care not to gag her. She began to lick and suck at them all the while working the vibrator in and out of her ass. "Can you taste your cunt?" "Nghhuh," she replied which I took to mean that she could indeed. When I was satisfied with her efforts I took my fingers from her mouth and draped the pearls across her belly. With my fingers freed I used them to press the bloated head of my cock between the dark folds of her pussy. Stephanie took a long loud breath as the tip sank into her. "You like that now don't you?" "Oh yes," she readily agreed. "Then tell me how much you like it." "I love it when you fuck me with your big cock." "Yeah? How deep inside do you want it?" "All the way," she urged between earnest bites of my neck and ear. "Fucking push it in all the way." Complying with her wish I thrust my hips forward and felt her hot cunt grasping my shaft as it sank in deeper stopping only when our pubic bones met. The vibrator, only a thin membrane away, buzzed against the length of the underside of my cock, through her hand and against my balls where they came into contact. Slipping my arms beneath her legs and holding onto the arms of the chair I began pumping into Stephanie's dripping pussy. The way I saw it, she had a pounding coming, but then she usually did and judging by the way her free hand grabbed and pulled at my ass, she was eagerly anticipating one. We made wet slapping sounds where our bodies collided as I kept thrusting into her until my arms began to tremble from holding myself up. "Get up on your knees," I instructed as I pulled my now shining wet shaft out of her. "But don't take that vibrator out of your ass." Stephanie dutifully knelt on the old chair in the dark wet spot where her juices had run down her ass crack and soaked the thick cushion. She rested her head on the chair back. "No, no. You know how I like you," I admonished her. She moved her knees out as far as the chair arms would allow and arched her back downward so her tummy was thrust toward the sopping cushion. This made her ass cheeks spread and her pussy open wide. Eagerly I pressed back into her, this time feeling the vibrations on the top side of my throbbing erection as once more Stephanie began to fuck herself in the ass with the humming toy. Leaning over her sweat-damp back I whispered in her ear as I pinched and pulled at her nipples. "You like that in your ass don't you?" "Yes," she agreed, her formerly carefully arranged hair now a wild tangle of soft ebony. "Tell me how you wish it was my cock in your ass." Stephanie gasped and grunted with our combined thrusting but didn't say anything. "Anything I want, remember? Tell me!" She licked her lips and closed her eyes. "I wish it was your cock," she agreed. "I wish it was your cock fucking my ass!" Grabbing a taut cheek in each hand I rewarded her obedience by resuming my urgent pumping in and out of her. Seeing her asshole penetrated and stretched by the vibrator was such a turn on that I knew I wouldn't be able to last long. But while I could hold back from cumming, I continuously slammed into Stephanie hard and deep, eliciting a steady string of grunts from her. "Tell me how you want me to fuck your ass." "Oh god I want you to fuck my ass. Fuck me way deep in the ass." Even as I pounded her dripping pussy, I had to laugh at how totally I had her this time. "Sorry baby, you know the rules," I taunted. "No diamond, no big thick cock deep in your ass." When I felt I couldn't hold back much longer, I pulled out and quickly moved around to the back of the chair. "Lick my balls," I told her and almost before I had the words out of my mouth she was eagerly licking first one then the other. Stephanie gently sucked at my balls, holding my cock up with one hand while the other moved the vibrator in and out of her butt. "Open up." Stephanie licked her lips and opened them wide as I grasped the back of her head and pushed my cock into her mouth. She coughed and I backed off a little and let her suck on me. "Keep fucking your ass," I reminded her as she worked the underside of my cock with her tongue. We established a steady pace, me pushing into her mouth and her licking and sucking me as I did. The pressure quickly started to build within me. "Suck me hard," I ordered. Stephanie rolled her tongue over the tip of my cock then sucked me noisily into her mouth. Saliva dripped off her chin and my slick shaft as she worked it. "Suck me like you want a mouth full of my cum." She bobbed her head faster and sucked louder and harder, determined to make me cum. "You want to swallow my cum?" "Nghhuh," she responded around my cock which again I took to mean yes. "Thanks but it's not what I want." Pulling out of her mouth I began stroking my cock with one hand and grabbed a hand full of her soft black hair with the other. She opened her mouth wide to give me a target but I turned her head slightly to one side and grunted. A thick pearly jet of cum splashed across her cheek. The next one streaked through her ebony hair just past her temple. On the last spasm I pressed my cock close to her and spurted onto her lips. Stephanie eagerly licked them clean then sucked my softening and hypersensitive cock tip until I could stand it no longer and had to step back and let it slip from her mouth. She stayed kneeling in the chair as I motioned her to stay put while I stepped back around and knelt behind her. Resting my face on her hot ass cheek, I could see the end of the vibrator where it stuck out of her butt just inches from me. "You said I couldn't put it in but you didn't say I couldn't take it out." She didn't dispute that point, but let go of the vibrator and stretched and rubbed her arm which must have been aching by then. Carefully turning it off I gripped the base of the glistening shaft with my fingers. The lube was foaming slightly around her tightly stretched anus. Tiny black shoots of hair in her crack shone brightly with gel and Stephanie's own drippings. Slowly, I began to ease the vibrator out of her. Her asshole yawned open when it released the tip of the toy. Someday, I promised myself as I peered into her gaping butt's glistening depths. Then I kissed both of her hot firm ass cheeks as her butthole quavered and slowly closed. Standing up I took her by the hand and helped her out of the chair and kissed her. We sucked each other's tongues. Leading her to the bedroom, we slipped between the sheets. Stephanie laid her head on my chest as I rested on my back. I wiped some of the cum off her face with my hand and offered it to her. She obligingly sucked it from my fingers. She could find out about the spunk in her hair in the morning, I decided. Stephanie smiled contentedly as she traced one of my ribs with a finger tip. My stomach rumbled hungrily. "Just out of curiosity, where did you make reservations for dinner?" "I didn't." she answered still gently moving her finger over rib after rib. "What do you mean?" "I mean I knew we'd end up here before we'd ever make it to a restaurant. I'm not stupid." "No way," I protested. "You did not see this coming." "Please," she said and laughed. "Did you really think you were going to fool me with 'anything I want'?" "Then why did you buy me all the nice clothes if not to go out to dinner?" "The clothes were your actual present. I'd already bought them a couple of weeks ago," she explained. "I know you spend all your money on school, the rent and me. You said you were going to need some clothes for interviews but I thought you'd get upset if I just went and bought them for you and this way you could play your little fantasy out. The dinner was just an excuse." My first reaction was annoyance but I knew she was right. I'd have felt uncomfortable with her spending that much money on me especially when I couldn't reciprocate. But I did need them since I'd be graduating in the spring and soon be looking for a job, preferably one that didn't involve making donuts at five in the morning. "You always take care of me, don't you?" "Yes, I do." "It's one of the many things I love about you, Stephanie." "I like taking care of you, especially when I can outsmart you at the same time." "Okay, I can buy the not going to dinner and the clothes but no way the vibrator and no way fucking yourself in the ass with it." Stephanie laughed and then snorted in a most unlady-like fashion. "What part of me have you been obsessing over for the past four years?" "Your ass." "Exactly. So I knew that your 'anything I want' was likely going to involve it. Since I wasn't going to let you actually fuck me in the ass, that left your fingers or a foreign object," she explained. "I didn't think your fingers would be enough of a thrill for you, so that left an object. If it was going to be that, then I wanted it to be one of my choosing." "Wait a minute, you couldn't have known I'd go into your room and get your vibrator." "Do you really think I normally leave it lying about in plain sight in my night stand? Right alongside a tube of lubricant, where my mom might find it? You knew I had it and I couldn't see you going and buying something like that yourself, so while I couldn't be positive, I felt the chances were pretty good you'd go looking for it." It all sounded perfectly logical and worse in that it meant I could be that predictable. There had to be a flaw somewhere in her explanation. "But that wasn't a new tube of jelly," I countered when I'd seized onto something. "I've been practicing." "So tonight wasn't even the first time you had that in your ass?" "Sorry." "So in other words nothing about tonight was a surprise?" "I wouldn't say that," she said turning her head towards me as her eyes glittered warmly. "I wasn't expecting the pearls inside me. That was a nice touch, so to speak." "Well, thanks for that at least." Damn she was good at these games. "Don't be so glum. On the bright side I think you broke your previous best for giving me orgasms," she offered cheerfully. Maybe she had been reading my mind or maybe I am that transparent but as I was still stewing over it all she swung her leg over me and sat astride me. She kissed me sweetly while her hair fell all about us like a black curtain. "Tell me the truth now, where does this rank in your list of all time best birthdays?" "Well, I did get a pretty sweet bike when I turned eight, but other than that..." Stephanie just laughed and kissed me again. We both knew this was by far the best one. "Truthfully this would have been my best one even if we'd have just gone out to dinner and nothing else, Steph," I admitted. "Just because of you." "Happy birthday, baby." We made love. Slowly, tenderly and gently and when I came I was deep inside her. As deep as I could be and as close as I could get to actually being a part of her. Afterwards we held on to each other for a long while without either of us speaking. Then Stephanie yawned and stretched and settled back against me with a big smile on her face. "Okay, why the smile?" I asked. "What are you thinking about?" "What I want for Christmas." As far as I was concerned she could have anything she wanted. Anything at all. Cream Filled: Heat This is the third story of the Cream Filled series. You may wish to read "Cream Filled" and "Cream Filled: Second Helping" first. I am very grateful to Kumani for editing these stories. * Thursday morning, the day after our first date, Stephanie remarked rather blandly as she sauntered past me through the Donut King's kitchen that she'd had a good time. She even paused briefly to lean in and give me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek as if to underscore the tepidness of her comment. It certainly wasn't the enthusiastic tone I'd been expecting and it didn't seem to fit with how she'd acted the night before. She then kept her distance for the rest of our shift, adding yet another layer of discomfort to the already beleaguering drudgery of another sweltering summer day in the donut shop. Deciding not to press things, I pretended that all was fine with me and didn't bring the topic of "us" up at all in any of our brief interactions throughout the day. That afternoon we went our separate ways after work with routine good-byes, leaving me to spend the evening sitting alone in my apartment and wondering if there really was an "us." Friday too was on the verge of totally sucking as the heat outside was nearing the unbearable range again, pushing into the mid 90's by early afternoon. Worse yet, Stephanie still hadn't mentioned anything about us getting together that night as we had originally planned. As it turned out though, I needn't have worried. "Are you ready for your home cooked meal?" she asked me after work with studied casualness. "Honestly, I've been dreaming of it ever since Wednesday," I replied without exaggeration. "Good, bring your swim trunks. We have a pool and we can swim for a while before we eat." "Sounds good..." The pool explained her daily deepening tan and in the oppressive heat, it sounded especially enticing -- even better than dinner. Stephanie waved absently in my direction as she drove off and I wasted no time in getting going myself. Once back at my apartment, after a shave and a shower I brushed my teeth and slipped on my swim trunks, then put a change of clothes and a towel in a small athletic bag. After a momentary mental debate I decided to put my toothbrush in there as well before grabbing the bag and stepping outside once more into the searing afternoon sun. The air shimmered in waves above the hood of my car. After having sat without shade in the parking lot for the past hour, opening the door to it felt something like opening a pre-heated oven. The seats and steering wheel scorched my legs and hands as I slid in, prompting me to swear loudly and roll all the windows down as quickly as I could since the air conditioner had recently decided to quit working. On my way to Stephanie's house, I ignored most of the traffic laws in a vain attempt to not start sweating profusely before I could get there. After parking in the driveway I grabbed my bag and headed for her front door. The house didn't seem quite as imposing to me in daylight as it had the other night but still looked large. The heat was relentless and there was no shade by the door. Standing there after ringing the bell I cursed under my breath as I felt myself sweating through my shirt. Impatiently I rang the bell again. After several hot and uncomfortable minutes the heavy door finally swung inward. With the brightness from the sun, the interior of the house seemed an almost cave-like dark by contrast. From my viewpoint, the only discernable objects were a portion of the polished white tiled floor beyond the threshold and one of Stephanie's tanned feet. Then she stepped forward into the sunlight. The sight of Stephanie struck me so that I couldn't so much as say hello. A brilliantly white bikini clung to her every contour and her deep ebony hair fell loose and lustrous about her olive tanned shoulders. Her top barely contained the exquisite breasts which seemed to strain at the cups and the thin straps that crisscrossed her shoulders. My eyes roamed down her length pausing at the high cut thighs of her bottoms, tied on each side by just a fragile looking white string. The extra skin exposed by the suit made her silken legs look longer as I studied them carefully, all the way down past her tender calves right to the ground. She was tanned to the tops of her bare feet. Her fingernails and toenails were glossed and pure white at the tips matching the brightness of her bikini. "I've got to warn you," she cautioned, her voice pulling me out of my lustful trance. "The air is off." "That's too bad," I commented as I found I had regained the ability to speak. "I suppose all the AC repair places are booked up with this heat wave. Any idea when it'll be back on?" "Not really," Stephanie shrugged. "Look, if you want we can do this on another night." "No, I mean, if you're okay with it I'm fine," I reassured her. "Well, we'll try it," she said pushing the door open wider and motioning me in. "Just let me know if the heat gets to be too much for you." Turning to face her again I thought I saw the briefest of smiles on her lips but I let that and all other thoughts slip away, deciding if Stephanie were a book that I'd much rather look at the pictures than try to read her at just that moment. My eyes caressed Stephanie's sleek body once more as she gracefully moved through the foyer while I wished for the chance to help her escape that bathing suit. As I studied her my heart leapt into my throat while something else leapt in my swim trunks. "Planning on spending the night?" she asked tipping her head toward my bag. "Just a change of clothes and a towel..." "No toothbrush?" "Better to have it and not need it," I answered, deciding against a lie. Stephanie laughed and padded past me with cat-like quiet steps. Wordlessly I followed her in through the entryway which was all tiled in smooth and polished white marble. The air while not as superheated as outside was stagnant and infused with the singular scent that humidity has within an enclosed space. "Whew, it's warm in here, huh?" "Look Jason, we can go out or do this another time if you're not up for it." Had I detected the slightest emphasis on the word "up"? "No, no, I just mean I feel bad for you being stuck with no air conditioning. It's got to be the hottest day of the year so far." "I don't mind having the air off," she explained. "I like it hot; maybe it's my Greek blood." She gave her flowing ebony mane a quick shake and leaned back against the wall while shadows played over her curves. "It does make my hair frizzy though," she added, raking her fingers through the thick black tresses. "Frizzies become you, Steph; I think just about everything does." "You're so sweet." She straightened up and stepped to me, placing her hands on my sides and kissing me on the cheek while I rested my own hands lightly on her soft flanks. We stood there a moment holding each other but her gaze didn't offer the invitation I was hoping for. Just as I was about to give her a more impassioned kiss to try and soften her demeanor, Stephanie abruptly turned and motioned for me to follow. "Let me show you around." She gave me a quick tour of the house. It was as beautiful a home inside as out and I told her so. "Mom and I picked out most everything," she explained. "My dad, well you see how he dresses. We only let him do the backyard around the pool and patio and even then he got carried away with it." The living room only got used when they had company, Stephanie said and I could see why. It had been appointed mainly in white with an ivory colored leather sectional, a white area rug and a glass topped metal framed coffee table and a pair of end tables all of which appeared to be expensive and spotless and all carefully arranged on a gleaming oak floor. On each end table stood a lamp, the base of which was made to look like an antique Grecian urn with ochre colored warriors battling on a glossy black background. Next up was their very large kitchen which had marble counter tops and a round, glass topped table and chair set along with a stainless steel refrigerator that looked as big as a closet. The umber shaded tile floor still shone even though the lights were off and the window drapes were pulled closed. Stephanie said this was where the family ate most of their meals as the dining room was only used when company came over. Everything was meticulously kept; even the table didn't appear to have a single crumb or finger print on it. The family room had the informal furniture and was used for watching TV. Stephanie then pointed out several bedrooms and baths along the way. There were framed prints of paintings that reflected the family's Greek heritage hanging in all the formal rooms of the house while neatly mounted family photos lined the hallways. Stephanie's room was about what I had expected. It had a feminine touch but not overly so, or should I say a more mature femininity than the rooms of the girls I'd known in high school. There was a minimum of stuffed animals and no posters of kittens, puppies or ponies on the walls. Instead there was a queen size bed with matching dressers and nightstands. The walls held pictures of friends and family along with academic achievement certificates and her high school diploma. There were lots of shelves for her books and knickknacks, along with a number of trophies that I assumed were from tennis and swimming tournaments back in high school. "Do you miss it?" I asked sincerely, gesturing toward them. "Sometimes..." "What do you miss most?" "Taking showers with the other girls," she answered, trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. "I'm serious, Steph. What do you miss about it?" "Oh, you know me Jason," she answered while looking absently at the trophies; "I like winning." "I noticed that the other night." "Never bet someone at their own game, my dad says. Well, I guess I didn't mind losing that game so much after all, since it was a much more interesting kiss than what I was expecting," Stephanie conceded making me momentarily proud. "It seems you haven't quite run out of surprises, at least not yet anyway. Besides I've found there are times when you can actually win more by losing," she concluded with a shrug and a smile. It was another odd comment coming from her but I let it pass unquestioned. "I suppose I did have an unfair advantage," I offered, "after all you 'never really played darts' before." "Yeah, I think next time we play something I'll pick the game and it'll be something I'm good at. Then we'll see how well you do." Stephanie was smiling again to my relief and her eyes glittered warmly. Still, I couldn't leave well enough alone and took the bait of her challenge. "Maybe the stakes just weren't high enough to properly motivate you the other night," I said pausing to underscore the thought. "What it might it take to get your competitive fire burning?" Stephanie's soft laugh made her breasts jiggle temptingly. "Don't worry, I'll think of something," she assured me. "Come on, I'll show you the rest of the place." The rest of the house didn't get much notice from me mainly because of Stephanie's sweet ass swaying divinely just in front of me in that skimpy bathing suit, though I did manage to pull my eyes away from it once we reached her parents' room. As bedrooms go it was a big one, larger I think than my whole apartment. Religious icons adorned the walls along with numerous pictures of Stephanie taken through the years, all framed in dark wood. Her parents' bed was enormous, with heavy looking dark wood posts, head and foot boards that matched the picture frames and which starkly contrasted with the white walls. The bed unlike the rest of the house was unkempt; the white sheets and bedspread pulled up to the pillows but not smoothly or evenly. "I like to stay in my parent's room when they're away. It's more comfortable and there's a better TV and a bigger tub," Stephanie offered when she noticed where I was looking. It was certainly understandable. Their bathroom was bigger than my bedroom and had both a shower and what looked like a combination bathtub and Jacuzzi. "Come on, let's go outside and relax," she suggested, needlessly gesturing for me to follow. For a moment after stepping out the back door I thought I had stepped into one of my Ancient History text books. A kidney shaped in-ground pool was set like a cool blue jewel in the midst of white concrete and surrounded by flower beds all thick with brightly colored exotic flora. Lawn ornaments resembling fragmented columns from ancient temples were positioned about the yard amid statues of gods and goddesses, all cast in bright and brilliant white stone. In the waves of heated air shimmering off the patio I half expected to see toga wearing servants, frolicking satyrs and joyful nymphs cavorting about. Instead it was just Stephanie and me in the still and quiet of the oppressively hot afternoon. The click and hum of the pool pump cycling on and off was the only sound other than our own voices. Stephanie, walking barefoot, didn't make any noise as she moved other than to cause my heart to pound harder and echo louder in my ears. It was a relief to see that part of the patio was covered and well shaded. The arrow hand of a thermometer fastened to the house wall there pointed to the second notch above 95 degrees. To my surprise and dismay Stephanie passed straight by the shade and headed for the open area at the far side of the pool directly in the glaring rays of the late day sun. "It's kind of hot to be sitting out in the sun isn't it?" "You can sit in the shade if you like, Jason. I want to work on my tan some." "No," I replied, my mind looking for something rational sounding to say. "I want to be near you, to talk to you and all. Your tan's coming along nicely by the way." "Thanks." "I suppose I could use some too." Stephanie stopped arranging the deck furniture and looked at me, pulling the black rimmed sunglasses she had put on once we were outside down her nose to peer over the rims. "Yeah, I'd say so. I've seen snowmen that were darker than you." Stephanie gave a dismayed shake of her head then resumed pulling the two chaise loungers side by side, spread towels out across both of them and sat down on one. We may not have been living in ancient times but with her olive toned skin, her bright white bathing suit and her shimmering black hair falling about her shoulders, Stephanie was every inch a goddess. As she eased back in the lounger, I got the feeling that she was readying herself to be worshipped by her supplicant. Me. She motioned absently for me to sit on the other chaise which I did but then Stephanie looked at me with scrutiny when I pulled my shirt off. "You are really, really white," she said shaking her head in amazement and handing me a bottle of suntan lotion. "Put some of this on or you'll get burned." Slathering some of the milk white banana and coconut smelling lotion on my chest and arms, I conscientiously coated myself while Stephanie slid gracefully out of her chaise and stood again, her breasts struggling to escape from her top as she rearranged her hair into a pony tail. "I'll go get us a couple of drinks," she offered brightly. "Ice tea all right?" "Perfect," I answered, thinking as much of her body as the drinks. It was such pleasurable torment to watch Stephanie's exquisite ass, tightly encased in bright white fabric sway hypnotically back and forth as she moved. The material bunched slightly between her cheeks with a fold going off to one side; first the right, then the left; as if her ass was winking at me the whole time she walked toward the house. My cock was hard and throbbing now and refusing to be willed soft again. Think about something, anything except Stephanie's ass I instructed myself but it was no use so I put the soles of my feet on the seat cushion and bent my knees up to take some of the pressure off my groin. In just a few minutes Stephanie was back with two glasses of ice tea that were already sweating almost as profusely as I was in the moisture heavy air. Thanking her and taking a quick drink, I hoped to cool things down some internally at the least but between Stephanie and the heat, I was rapidly approaching melt down in more ways than one. Stephanie took off her sunglasses and dropped them onto her chaise then languidly bent and picked up the bottle of suntan lotion she had set close by, bringing her glorious breasts within inches of my arm, so close I could see hints of the delicate veins beneath the smooth skin. Standing straight again she held the bottle of lotion up near her face a moment as if she were reading the label. Tiny beads of moisture were forming on her body and glistening on her skin, making the entire length of her sparkle like a jewel of a million facets in the sunlight. Meanwhile sweat rolled in thick and indelicate trickles from my brow and down over my embarrassingly pale chest and stomach. "The store was out of the kind I usually get," Stephanie explained as she examined the bottle. "I haven't used this brand for ages." Casually she opened the lotion, tipping her head back and closing her eyes before giving the bottle a squeeze. A jet of milky white, thin liquid splashed across Stephanie's chest from shoulder to shoulder. Since she wasn't wearing her habitual silver cross and chain about her neck there was nothing to obstruct the lotion's path as it trickled slowly downward over her lustrous skin. Stephanie let the sun warmed liquid run unimpeded down the contours of her ripened chest, then with great deliberation she squirted more lotion onto each arm. She let those streams run their course for a moment as well before finally beginning to caress the fragrant substance into the skin of her arms. The coconut-sweet scent of the lotion joined with the sight of Stephanie to reach me in a colossal tidal wave of sensory rush. Stephanie let her finger tips glide slowly up and across her chest, spreading the lotion across her shoulders and over the coffee and cream rise of her breasts above her bathing suit top and on into the soft hollow between them until all her freshly coated skin glistened evenly. Then finished with her chest she moved to her arms using her palms in slow circling caresses, spreading little beads of lotion until they mixed with her sweat and glittered like diamond dust on the fine hairs of her forearms. "Suntan lotion always makes me think of the beach," she commented as she began to massage more lotion into the tawny suppleness just below her stark white top which still struggled to contain its fully ripened contents. It was making me think of something too but it wasn't the beach. Stephanie eased her hips forward some, arching her back slightly so that her tummy gently curved towards me. Two generous squeezes of the bottle splattered white liquid that ran like hot milk over her sizzling olive-tan stomach. My eyes followed the trails the lotion left across her torso as they meandered toward her mound which was pressed snugly against the white cloth of Stephanie's suit. Her cleft was clearly visible through the thin fabric and now was no more than a few feet from my eager mouth. She held the bottle up by her breasts once again and without even squeezing just let more of the pale liquid fall onto her stomach in a honey-slow drizzle. It trickled down her abdomen and into the hollow of her belly button while she twisting her trunk and dribbled still more lotion which snaked earthward along her sides. Looking up from the milky trail as it made it's cruelly slow way over the soft flare of her hip, I could see that Stephanie's eyes were fixed on me but mine were irresistibly drawn back to her hand. Her fingertips seemed to barely make contact with her skin as she traced the outline of her ribcage, leaving momentary furrows in the slick of perspiration and coconut-sweet lotion. Cream Filled: Heat Those slender fingers then moved back to her tummy where the creamy liquid in Stephanie's belly button, jostled by her movements, began to leak out and down toward her bikini bottoms. Blocking its path at the last possible moment with her hand she spread it across her stomach before it could reach the top edge of her suit. Her entire upper half now glistened. Stephanie then started on her legs, bending her right leg slightly and raising her heel from the concrete deck, letting lotion dribble slowly down her sun darkened skin. Studiously she massaged more of it onto her other leg. Trying to clear my head with a deep breath didn't help in the deliriously erotic mix of lotion, sweat, deodorant and chlorine that wafted over me. It was a special kind of torment to watch Stephanie bend over to do the lower parts of her legs. Her breasts strained to free themselves against the confines of her top. Her pony tail of black hair flopped over the top of her head and fell forward as she reached down by her ankles, while the gentle nubs of her vertebrae guided my eyes along the length of her back. Then straightening up, Stephanie stood bronzed and sparkling before me with the Mediterranean blue of the pool behind her. "Do you like it?" "What?" "My bathing suit," Stephanie said with a laugh as though the subject of her question should have been obvious to me. "Um, I..." "I just bought it last night since I knew you were coming over today. I was hoping you'd like it." With that Stephanie began a slow turn in place. In the bright and harsh sunlight, she shimmered like the surface of the water in the afternoon sun and her calf, thigh and butt muscles tightened temptingly as she modeled her bikini for me. Her black hair made for a starkly beautiful contrast to the brilliant white of her two piece suit. The filter pump clicked off leaving the air hot, still and quiet. So quiet that I swear I could hear droplets of condensation from my tea glass drip down and sizzle on the concrete patio. Stephanie stepped closer until she stood no more than a foot from me, her white cloth covered crotch at my eye level. Stephanie's shadow fell across me and I looked up into her face. Framed by her black hair, her alluring dark eyes were quiet and her expression composed. She didn't smile or move but just looked down at me, the sun making a corona of bright light all around her. "You do like it, don't you Jason?" she practically whispered. A soundless affirmative nod was the best I could manage for a reply but she smiled at my approval. "Sure you don't need anything else before I sit down?" she asked innocently resuming her normal tone of voice. When I wordlessly shook my head, Stephanie turned and carefully rearranged her towel over the padded chaise liner making certain that her juicy ass baited me before she turned again and sat down. Without so much as a glance in my direction she slipped her sunglasses back on and lay on her back and closed her eyes, seemingly oblivious to my tormented state. All I could do was to stare at Stephanie as she lay shining like a new penny in the sun. Now and then the air would move and bring the scents of bananas and coconut as it skimmed over her glistening form. So this is her game and just like she had said she would, Stephanie had picked one that she was good at. Gulping the rest of the tea to wet my parched mouth and throat, I considered the situation. What were the rules? The object clearly was to win, but win what? Puzzled for the moment I could think of nothing more to do than study her as I lay back on the chaise. Stephanie didn't say a word but lay still with her eyes closed. At least with trying to figure out what she was up to my erection began to subside some. The filter pump clicked on and hummed for a few minutes then cycled off again. Now and then the soft rumble of a distant airliner broke the otherwise solid and superheated silence. Then the metallic scrape of the lounge chair legs on the cement deck broke my train of thought as Stephanie rolled over on to her stomach. "Would you be a sweetheart and put some lotion on my back?" she asked. Sitting up I swung my feet to the griddle hot concrete as Stephanie handed me the lotion bottle. She'd laid her head down again facing my chair but her eyes were closed. Leaning forward on the edge of the chaise I tried to reach her back. "I think you're going to have to stand," she said without opening her eyes. There was no way out. Slowly I stood up as my renewed erection tried to tear a hole in my trunks. "Wait just a second," Stephanie said. She slipped the straps of the top from her shoulders then reached behind her and unfastened the clasp at the back. It fell away revealing the pronounced tan lines that crossed Stephanie's back. Her skin there was a rich bronze tone except for a swatch of lighter olive where her bra strap had been and where the top of her suit bottom had pulled down slightly. Tipping the bottle so the nozzle pointed toward her, I gave it a bit too vigorous a squeeze and the white liquid erupted, splashing in large glistening droplets across Stephanie's back and shoulders. Bending over her, I watched for a moment as the liquid ran in shimmering trails along her spine and the curves of her back and down her sides. Stephanie's suit was cut so low that the solid cheeks of her scrumptious ass were barely covered, leaving a hint of shadowy cleft at the top. Even laying on her stomach her butt sweetly swelled and stretched the white cloth taut. Stephanie made no attempt to adjust her bikini and it rode up at the lower edge as well leaving parts of her creamy buttocks visible in pale contrast to her long tawny legs. Absently I gave the bottle another squeeze and watched the milky liquid shoot along the small of her back and over her bottom where the valley between those glorious ass cheeks lay hidden by a thin veil of fabric. "I hadn't planned on tanning my ass," she commented. "Are you going to rub that on me or just look?" Leaning in closer, I lay my palms on her shoulders. Heat radiated from her skin. The lotion lay in slick splatters and spread easily across the smoothness of her back. Irresistibly I gave the tops of her shoulders a gentle squeeze as I rubbed the resilient flesh there. "Mmmmmm, that feels so good," she purred. Remember the game, I told myself. Here was a chance to repay Stephanie for her tormenting display with the lotion earlier; she'd get the most sensuous back massage I could manage. The muscles around Stephanie's shoulder blades, toned from years of work and athletics were supple and pliable beneath her smooth skin. Lingering over the gentle contours and grains of each muscle, I slowly smoothed lotion down along her ribs, all the while my fingers tracing the bones and grooves between them as if her body was a story written in Braille. As I moved my fingertips downward I brushed against the sides of her breasts. Tipping my head slightly to one side I could see one pillowing creamy and soft as Stephanie lay still, the weight of her body trying to press it out from beneath her. Sliding my hands further along her lotion slick sides I tenderly squeezed some of the soft muscle where her hips began to flare above her suit bottom. My finger tip traced the cloth edge of her suit as I inspected the delicate shadow that defined the top of her ass crack. Despite the occasional hum of satisfaction from her, my plan to pay Stephanie back wasn't working very well. With each caress of her silken back, I was getting more turned on myself. "Thanks," she said suddenly. Stephanie opened her eyes then twisted some as she looked back towards me. Her eyes went right to my trunks. "See something you like?" she asked feigning innocence as she glanced up at me with a smile teasing the corners of her mouth. "Saw and felt," I admitted. "I'm glad you were able to get your jollies for the day then," Stephanie said lying flat and closing her eyes again. Lying face down on my own lounger I felt my erection painfully pinch between my body and the chaise cushion. "I guess I'd better do your back," Stephanie announced after a few minutes with a tone of mock concern, clipping her top together and sitting up suddenly. "I'm afraid you'll burn if I don't." Now she held the lotion bottle and stood over me. Soon I felt warm liquid dribbling over my back and Stephanie's hands caressing my skin. My erection swelled and strained while she squeezed and rubbed each muscle of my back. My annoyance at her teasing quickly dissolved as after a long work week, I found myself surrendering to her so soothing touch. "I like your back," Stephanie commented as she lightly trailed her finger tips down either side of my spine. "It's so strong." More liquid squirted on the backs of my legs as Stephanie started rubbing my calves, slowly working her way up my legs while diligently massaging each muscle. My trunks felt wet where my own lubricant leaked from the tip of my aching cock. As Stephanie reached the bottom edge of my trunks, her fingers strayed inside them far more than they needed to, then she lightly scratched her fingernails down the inside of my legs on the way back. Even in this insane heat a chill ran the length of my spine and my balls tightened like they were about to erupt but before they could, Stephanie withdrew her hands and lay down on her chaise again. Fuck! My body was sizzling inside and out; my senses were completely overloaded and each time I caught a whiff of Stephanie's mix of scents, it sent my mind reeling. Try to figure out the game so you can beat her at it, I coached myself but it was no use. Then the sun despite its extreme heat none the less went to work on me and I relaxed until finally I began to doze off. It was the sound of water splashing that finally roused me but sitting up again I found I was disoriented. How long had I been asleep? My back felt like it was on fire so I know I must have slept long enough for it to burn but as white as I had been I'm sure it hadn't taken long for that to happen. Focusing my eyes finally, I could see Stephanie was in the pool swimming in smooth strokes from one end to the other. Struggling to my feet, I staggered over to the pool seeking relief for my burning skin and fell more than dove in. The water was shockingly cold but as I broke the surface and began to tread water, my sensibility returned to me. The relative coolness of the water in the pool was a welcome relief for my back. At least one part of me was getting some assuaging. Stephanie swam with little effort and hardly made a splash as she cut through the water, her face appearing just long enough for her to gulp a quick breath of air. She had great control of her movements and would reach one end of the pool, flip gracefully under water then start back the other way. She did that several times and then on the last turn she stayed under water and surfaced in front of me. Water beaded and ran off Stephanie's lotion-slick skin. She rested her arms gently on the tops of my shoulders and kissed me softly. Now this was more like it. Thoughts of games and winning or losing suddenly slipped from among my concerns as I returned her kiss. Thirsty and hot from the sun as I was, the water dripping from Stephanie's lips and tongue was deliciously sweet and cooling. "Let's go inside," she whispered, then turned and swam to the ladder. That sounded great to me. Dinner then sex or sex then dinner, I almost didn't care which came first as I was almost as hungry as I was horny. Side stroking over towards the side of the pool, I arrived in time to watch Stephanie climb the ladder, the saturated white bottoms of her bikini clinging to every curve and cleft of her butt. It took all my will power not to gulp the water that ran off her ass and down her legs as she climbed out. Stephanie headed for the house as I clambered out. She handed me a towel when we reached the door and we dried ourselves as best we could. When she saw me wince as I dried my back she made a pained expression and had me stop while she examined my sun burn. Taking me by the hand, Stephanie led me inside and straight to her parent's room. Sex first, I thought, beginning to favor the notion. She took two dry towels and spread them out side by side atop the bed. "Lay on your stomach," she directed me and I complied, lying with my head towards the pillows. Stephanie stepped into the massive bathroom but was back in a minute with a bottle of aloe. She squeezed some in her hands slowly and gently coated my back and legs with the soothing gel. "Feel better?" she asked when she'd finished. "Much." Stephanie walked around the bed and switched on the TV that sat atop the dresser. She lay down on her stomach on the other towel facing the foot of the bed and the TV and soon became engrossed in flipping through the channels. Unless Stephanie was looking for a porn channel I was beginning to think I had been reading something wrong. What the fuck was she up to now? Was she toying with me again? We were still playing it seemed and clearly I had not understood the game, but the sun, lack of food and most of all her teasing was irking me. Stephanie absently crossed and re-crossed her legs at the ankle. Turning onto my side and resting on my left elbow, I gazed at that scrumptious butt of hers just a couple of feet away. Fine, let's play. Even though the air was out, the bedroom seemed cooler than outside though it was still and stuffy. At least I was out of the sun. It's my move I thought; I better make it a good one. Lightly, I began to trace one finger up and down the back of Stephanie's leg starting at her calf. With each lap my finger touched her very lightly and I went a little farther up her sleekly muscled leg. Her skin began to get goose bumps. At least I was having some effect on her. "Someone's definitely feeling better," Stephanie commented, looking over her shoulder at me with a sly smile. "What ever do you have on your mind?" "Oh, I've just been laying here admiring your body." "And ...?" "You mind if I ask you a personal question?" "No, not at all," she answered but with a note of suspicion in her voice. "I hope you don't find this too crude but have you ever been fucked in the ass?" I asked, hoping the question would throw her for a minute or two and give me a hint as to what my next move should be. Knowing Stephanie, I should have known better. She just scrutinized me a long quizzical moment then snorted and laughed, reached back and slapped her right ass cheek with a solid smack. "This ass," she said rubbing her hand sensuously over it, "is worth at least a diamond and no one is getting in it until I get one." "A diamond, huh?" "Don't you think so?" "I don't doubt it but do you mean to tell me in all the time you went out with Dip Shit or whatever his name is, that you never gave it up?" She laughed again. "Dip Shit was lucky he got anything. He was better than a vibrator I'll admit, but not much. I'll tell you what I will do though." "What's that?" "I'll let you kiss it." With that Stephanie raised her hips slightly up off the bed and slowly, tantalizingly, began to gyrate that tightly encased beauteous gluteus. "Go on," she urged. "You know you want to." Kiss it? Hell, I wanted to tongue fuck her asshole until it looked like an empty eye socket. It was so agonizingly close and I was about to give in when little gears and levers began to click in my brain. This was just her countermove and if I gave into temptation, I would lose the game. "Steph, if your ass is worth a diamond, then my tongue is worth at least a dinner and I seem to recall something about a wager for a home cooked meal. Yes, that's right and I'm pretty sure I won." She rolled over onto her back and looked at me. Wordlessly Stephanie raised her long and sleek right leg from the bed and began to slowly rub the cool bottom of her foot up and down the heated skin of my chest. "You're right I did say that, didn't I?" she asked. "So what are you going to make?" "Excuse me?" I asked as more gears and levers clicked in my head while I corrected her. . "I think your exact words were 'how would you like to come over for a nice home cooked meal?'" "Yes I did," Stephanie admitted in a sexily soft tone, pausing to trace my left nipple with her big toe before continuing. "But, I didn't say I was going to make it. After all I don't cook." "What? We made a bet and you lost" I answered excitedly as the tenuous control I had over my temper started slipping away. While I am a patient guy and moreover I'd always treated Stephanie with respect, I hoped she did not mistake the seriousness of my tone. What was going on in that head of hers I didn't know but I didn't like it and whether from a lack of food or an excess of sun and teasing, I felt myself edging closer to my limit. "OK. OK. Jeez, wait here I'll be right back," she answered suddenly, almost sounding placating. Stephanie rolled off the bed and strode out the door, her bare feet thumping heavily on the floor while my eyes devoured her butt that could constitute a feast in itself. In a minute she returned with a can of Reddy Whip and sat back down on the bed. She shook it slowly in a clear pantomime of jerking off a cock. When she had the can and me both thoroughly shaken up she deftly uncapped the cream. Holding her left index finger out Stephanie pressed against the nozzle with her right index finger just long enough to produce a small daub of whipped cream. She reached toward me stopping just short of my mouth, offering me the cream capped fingertip which I refused with a shake of my head. "No?" she looked disappointed that I hadn't appreciated her efforts but shrugged her shoulders. "Oh, well." She held the finger up, just above her lips and tipping her head back, slowly licked it from the base to tip, deftly flicking the cream into her mouth with her tongue. She looked sidelong at me and when her eyes caught mine, Stephanie swallowed. I tried to swallow but couldn't. "Now that's one kind of cream I don't mind swallowing," she informed me. "Of course, I will swallow other kinds when the mood strikes me." Stephanie rolled to her knees and sat back on her heels. "Here you try some," she said as she offered me the can but I didn't respond. When I didn't move Stephanie picked up my right hand extending my first two fingers and sprayed a generous amount of cream along their length. She set the can between her knees and closed her fingers around mine until our hands mimicked a cream covered cock and a solid set of balls. Her eyes locked into mine as she opened her mouth wide and slowly extended her tongue out over her bottom lip, as if to capture a snowflake or a raindrop. Instead she lowered her head until the length of my fingers to just past the second knuckle had disappeared into her mouth. Stephanie closed her lips about them and began to suck. Shutting her eyes, she slowly began to withdraw her mouth. Not content with a display of just sucking the whip cream off, she made slow circular motions with her head almost like she was pulling a corkscrew out of her mouth and not my fingers. When at last she pulled them free they were shining and wet but without a trace of cream. It seemed the only movement I was capable of was to look from my wet fingers to her glittering eyes. Knowing she held my gaze, she swallowed once more and let her tongue take an "it's so good" lap around her lips. Whoever taught her to cock tease certainly knew what they were doing. Setting the can beside her on the bed, Stephanie rolled back onto her butt and pulled her knees up to her chest and let the left side of her head rest on them as she looked over at me. Cream Filled: Heat "Any ideas on what you want to make for dinner, Jason?" She really was too much. More clicking occurred in my head but I said nothing and at my silence Stephanie suddenly rolled off the bed and started to stride out of the room. "I see your dilemma," she called over her shoulder while I rose and followed that tight ass like a kitten follows a moving string. "You've never been here before so you don't know what we have, so naturally you don't know what there is to make." Stephanie lithely strode into the kitchen and began to pull open cabinets. The muscles of her legs flexed enticingly as she stood on tiptoes pretending to scan the high shelves. Her ass cheeks bulged solid as a statue's beneath the taut white cloth of her suit. She grabbed a jar of peanut butter. Next Stephanie moved to the refrigerator, opening the door and bending at the waist to peer inside but I ignored its contents for the moment as Stephanie made sure her edible ass once more became the focus of my gaze. You don't need to cook it; I'll just eat it raw. "Feel free to look," she said and I could almost hear the smirk in her voice. "You can make whatever you want. I'm not picky the way some girls are." Taking a quick glance over Stephanie's shoulder I could see there were all kinds of things in the fridge, enough in fact to feed several people. Instead she pulled out a jar of grape jelly. Silently I stared at Stephanie while I tried to stay calm but she was just absently looking at the jar of peanut butter that she had sat next to the jelly on the glass table top, as if I were of no consequence. She picked up the peanut butter jar and swirled the top off, setting it on the table top while she held onto the jar. Dipping her long slender index finger in, she swirled it until it was coated with peanut butter then pulled it out again. Now, finally, Stephanie looked straight at me. She ran her tongue along her finger gathering as much of the spread as she could onto it. Her eyes never left mine as she swallowed the lump of peanut butter then sucked her finger clean. Stephanie sat the peanut butter down on the table, not bothering to close the jar. She opened the jelly, again discarding the top casually. Once more she looked into my eyes as she dipped the index finger of her other hand into the jelly jar until, purple and gooey she pulled it out again. As if I hadn't gotten it the first three times, she slowly, sensuously, licked her finger the way she no doubt knew I wanted her to lick my pulsating penis. A final switch clicked in my head. "Stephanie," I managed to croak. "I don't care if its peanut butter and jelly sandwiches we have for dinner tonight but I expect you to make them." "Hmmm, I don't think so Jason" she said with a quick shake of her head. She set the jelly down on the table again not bothering to close the jar then turned and started to walk back towards her parent's bedroom. "Call me when dinner's ready," she said over her shoulder. That was enough for me. When I started after her she began to walk faster and when I sped up she began to run. Sprinting after her I lunged at her trying to stop her before she could reach the bedroom. Her back was slick with sun lotion and my fingers slipped down her well lubricated skin but managed to catch hold of the bra strap to her suit. When I tried to slow her, the clasp broke and her top began to fall free. Instinctively she turned and tried to hold it and when she did I had her. Grabbing her by the wrist I spun her and pinned Stephanie against the wall so hard that a picture of her from childhood shook loose from its fastening and fell to the floor. With a crash the frame and glass plate shattered startling me but she didn't do more than glance at it. She then let her top fall as well. As I held each wrist firmly to the wall on either side of her head, Stephanie's beautiful breasts hung like ripened fruit between us. Not saying a word we looked at each other with quickened breaths and heart rates but deep in Stephanie's black eyes I could see her own heat was building. "You're hurting me," she complained without much conviction. "No I'm not." "I said you had balls Jason, but I never thought you were the kind to force yourself on a girl." "Is that what I'm doing, Steph? It seems to me we just had some difficulty deciding what to make for dinner and who should make it. All I'm doing is casting my vote but if you don't want me here just tell me to leave and I will." "Leave," she said flatly. Leaning toward her I spoke softly and sincerely. "You don't really mean that." "No, you're right" she admitted in a whisper "I don't." "I know what you do want me to do though." Releasing her wrists I pulled the back of her neck with my left hand and pressed my right into the small of her back. Effortlessly I guided her to me. Stephanie's lips met mine and I felt her hands at the back of my head holding my mouth tight to hers. Her tongue was cool and sweet and tasted of peanut butter, jelly and whipped cream. Letting go of her I filled my hands with her full and supple breasts while she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Squeezing her soft tits then pinching the brown tips, I felt her nipples stiffen under my touch. Releasing her breasts I circled her back with my left arm and let my right hand slowly trail down her lotion slick belly towards her bikini bottom. Stephanie's gently curved tummy quivered as I lightly traced the skin along the top edge of the cloth suit with the tip of my middle finger. Easing my hand slowly beneath the waist band as she continued to suck my tongue, my fingers instinctively kept moving downward seeking her damp opening. Stephanie made no effort to stop me as my fingertips gently stepped through the bristly thatch of her pubic hair. Cupping her mound with my hand I reveled in the feel of her inner heat radiating against my palm. When my finger tips found the bottom of her rapidly moistening pussy I began to move my hand slowly upwards again letting my middle finger trail lightly through her slick furrow. Smiling inwardly when I felt how wet she was, I found her clit and with the pad of my finger began to make slow gentle circles on it. Stephanie moaned but didn't break our kiss. The game was all about control I thought, congratulating myself. She had just wanted me to take it and now that I had it, I could savor my triumph. "Someone's enjoying this," I teased. No sooner had the words left my mouth then I felt Stephanie's fingernails rake down my sunburned back. Not hard enough to break the skin mind you but just enough to feel like she'd taken a blow torch to it. My hand came out of her suit and at the same moment she put her palms on my chest and shoved me back hard then started to run towards the kitchen. Staggered for a moment and shocked by the sudden pain, I recovered quickly enough to start down the hall after her. Again I lunged for her and managed to grab enough of her suit bottom to slow her. Momentum carried her forward and down to the carpeted floor where she landed on her knees. "FUCK!" she howled as her knees scraped and burned on the rug. Angered by the pain throbbing down my back I tried to hold tight to the waist of her suit bottom while I contemplated my next move but then one of the string ties came undone as Stephanie fought my restraint. She squirmed, wriggling and kicking until she was free of the material. Once her ass was free, the white cloth easily slid the rest of the way down her slick legs. There were rug burns visible on her knees as she scrambled to her feet; then a flash of her black pubic hair before she scampered away. Stephanie was completely naked now and her ass was a sight to behold. Her butt cheeks alternately flexed and relaxed as she ran. They were almost as white as the marble tiles in the foyer. Her tan lines were distinct between that soft sweet bottom and the now darker caramel colored skin of her legs and low back. Catching up to her in the kitchen just before she could reach the formal dining room, I grabbed her left arm and spun her until she faced me. Stephanie's eyes were smoldering now, looking as hot as my back felt as I held her wrist tightly. It was time to take control of things once and for all. "I'm not quite out of surprises just yet, Stephanie. You see I've learned a little something about you tonight." "What's that?" "That everyone sees the gorgeous, smart, tough, competitive Stephanie. The temperamental one that hates to lose..." "You just learned that tonight?" Sweat was rolling down her beautiful taut body, trickling from her temples and armpits. My eyes stung with my own sweat and still more dripped from my chin as I laughed and stepped closer to her pressing Stephanie's shoulders to the wall, releasing her wrist to cup her firm ass cheeks in my hands. "I see the Stephanie that wants to lose, that needs to lose and as I've had my fill of teasing for the day, now you're going to lose." She was breathing open mouthed. Lust clouded her dark eyes as she licked droplets of sweat from her lips. As I leaned in towards her Stephanie eagerly met my kiss and I tasted the saltiness on her lips when her tongue found mine. Caressing and squeezing her heavenly ass, I whispered to her as I felt her arms embrace me. "You love that I'm bigger and stronger than you and that I could make you do whatever I want you to do, don't you baby?" Her only reply was a soft moan while I squeezed and pulled her ripe ass closer to me making her pussy rub on my upper thigh. As I did big droplets of our sweat splattered on the tile floor beneath us. "You really do love the heat don't you, Steph?" "It's so hot," she agreed. "You're right it is, so enough of this game. Let's just forget about dinner too. In fact I'm not even going to make love to you tonight, Steph," I said, lowering my voice to a whisper. "I'm just going to fuck you." Reaching behind Stephanie's head I wrapped her pony tail around my left hand and began to pull her down. "But first, you're going to get on your knees and you're going to suck my cock." Her black eyes smoldered but Stephanie went wordlessly if not completely willingly to her knees. "Now, I'm going to let go of you Stephanie but you're not going to move. In fact you're not going to do anything until I tell you to and then you're only going to do exactly what I tell you to do and only what I tell you to do. Got it?" Stephanie looked up at me and nodded meekly but her coal dark eyes smoldered. When I let go of her pony tail she kept still, her only movements the rise and fall of her ripe breasts with each breath. While I studied her a bead of sweat slowly trickled between them and on down over her tanned tummy. The kitchen tiles felt cool beneath my feet. My soles, it seemed were the only part of me not burning in one way or another. "Take your hair down." Stephanie pulled the white band off that held her pony tail and shook out her hair. Though still damp it fell in comforting black waves about her shoulders. "I love your hair," I admitted, momentarily distracted by her innate allure. "You do?" "Yes, I do. It's so soft and beautiful and always smells so good." "Thanks," she whispered. "You're welcome," I replied then reminded myself to refocus. Oh yeah, she was enjoying this as much as I was. I just wish I'd figured her out sooner. "Now take my trunks off." If it was ninety plus degrees outside it felt like a hundred in the house from all our exertions. Despite that I could sense an even more intense flame building inside Stephanie. Sooner or later she would need release and I intended it to be sooner. Her breaths came faster now causing her luscious breasts to rise and fall more rapidly. A droplet of sweat clung to her right nipple. How I wanted to catch it on my parched tongue, knowing it would be wet and sweet with her flavors but I'd barely had the thought when it dripped uselessly to the tiled floor. "Do it," I ordered. Letting go of her wrist I watched her closely. Her choices were to run or submit and this was her best chance to run if that was the option she chose. Either way I'd let her have her choice, at least for the moment. Stephanie looked up at me her eyes darkly burning. Her cheeks were flushed and glossed with sweat. Slowly she brought her hands to my legs. Hot as her skin was Stephanie's hands still felt cool on my sunburned flesh. She began to caress my thighs softly as if to soothe the sun ravaged skin. Gently she moved her hands from my thighs on up and hooked her fingers into the waistband of my trunks at either side of my hips. Wordlessly she began to inch them down. Sighing with relief, I felt my rigid cock finally spring free. When my trunks were just below my balls Stephanie stopped and looked up at me as if she were waiting for direction. She had chosen to submit and I indulged myself at the opportunity she had presented. "First," I said. "You're going to lick my balls. Do you understand?" She nodded affirmatively. "Say it." "I'm going to lick your balls." "Then if I'm satisfied with how you've licked my balls, I'll let you suck on them." "Both of them...?" "What? Yes, both of them. Now say it." Stephanie seemed mesmerized by my oozing cock which twitched appreciatively just inches from her face, close enough for me to feel her moist breath on the overly rigid shaft. "If you like how I lick your balls, you'll let me suck on them, both of them." Boy, she's really getting into this, I thought. "Then you're going to lick your way up my cock. You're going to make sure that every bit of it is nice and wet. Say it." "I'm going to lick my way up your big beautiful cock and make sure it's all nice and wet." "Then when I tell you to, you're going to put it into your mouth and suck on it." "I don't think it will fit in my mouth, Jason. It's too big." God I hoped she sucked a cock half as good as she teased one. "Well, do the best you can Stephanie. I know how you like a challenge. Just the same, when I've had enough of your mouth I'm going to take you back into that bedroom and I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before." "Do you promise?" "Promise...?" "Promise me that if I do everything exactly as you tell me and I do a really good job licking your balls, and getting your beautiful shaft nice and wet and I somehow manage to fit it in my mouth and suck it, that you'll take me back to the bedroom and fuck me really hard." "Yes." "Harder then I've ever been fucked before?" "Yes." "Promise me." "Yes, Stephanie, I promise that I will take you back in the bedroom and fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked before." "Thank you." "You're welcome. Now get started." Stephanie nodded. She leaned forward and slightly to her left, bending while she extended her tongue toward my eager flesh. Instead of my balls though she slowly ran her tongue up the sunburned inside of my leg, then pursed her lips and blew softly on the silvery trail of saliva she'd painted across the scorched skin. "Does that feel good?" she asked. "Yes," I admitted. It felt great. "But that's not what I told you to do." "I know and I'm sorry." Stephanie's dark eyes were now soft and apologetic. "But your poor legs look so hot. They're all sunburned. I just thought it might cool them off some and feel good." She leaned forward and began to lick me again, this time taking a slow, wet path up the inside of my other leg bringing her pink tongue as close to my balls as she could without actually touching them. Then again Stephanie gently blew a breath over the wet skin. We'd both been sweating since stepping into the closed up house. The air inside was hot and heavy but I felt myself shiver at the feel of her gentle, soothing breath on my leg. "Can I do that to your balls?" she asked, sitting back on her heels while she studied my sack. All I could do was nod. "I imagine it must be difficult for them," she continued, "to be closed up in your trunks and all the while they're so full of hot, sticky cum. I don't know how they don't just explode when it's this hot." I didn't know either but I knew they sure needed to and all the while my cock throbbed and twitched, eager to be in Stephanie's wet mouth, now just inches away. "They are all full of hot, sticky cum aren't they, Jason?" Stephanie asked turning her eyes up to mine. "That's what I thought," she said when I nodded. She began to lean forward again, her pink tongue reaching for my sweat-dripping scrotum. Stephanie's tongue curled out and down over her lip as if eager to begin the task but again she stopped just short of my balls and shook her head. "Can I take these the rest of the way off?" she asked, looking up at me. "Sure," was the only word my parched mouth could manage to get out. For someone who was supposedly in control, I was feeling more and more like the one submitting but I didn't care any more. What I wanted, no, what I needed was to feel my cock in Stephanie's mouth and I didn't care what I had to do to get it there. "I think they're just going be in our way and I want to do this right for you, Jason. I want to be sure I do a good job, so you'll let me suck on your balls," Stephanie explained. "You'll love the way I suck on them," she promised, "and then you'll let me lick your thick shaft until every inch of it is all shiny and wet. And when it's all nice and wet, then somehow, and I don't know how just yet, I'm going to get that big, hard cock of yours into my mouth." Stephanie slipped her fingers back into the waistband of my trunks. "I want to suck your cock, Jason. I want to give you the best blowjob you've ever had because then I'm going to hold you to your promise." Stephanie slowly began to ease my trunks lower as she spoke. Her jet eyes were now aflame with undisguised lust. "After I suck that big, beautiful cock you're going to take me back to the bed and fuck me. Fuck me hard," she elaborated excitedly; "harder than I've ever been fucked before." My tongue was too dry to speak but my cock throbbed and glistened at the tip where pre-cum oozed from it in eager anticipation of what was to follow. Just as Stephanie had the waistband of my trunks at my knees, she jerked her arms back towards her. Rising up as she pulled, Stephanie swept my legs out from under me. I fell hard onto my back just missing the edge of the glass topped table. The air rushed out of my lungs on impact and helplessly I lay there desperately gasping in the heavy, humid air. In an instant Stephanie was on top of me, her knees pinning my upper arms to the tile floor. "You win baby, no more games" she panted. "A bet's a bet and you won fair and square so I'll make your dinner now." Managing to gasp a couple breaths, my deep lust morphed quickly to hot anger. "Get off me, NOW!" I hissed. "Is that an order, Jason? Hmmm, no I don't think I will." Squirming beneath her I tried every way I could to get her off me but Stephanie was strong and had great balance. She had me pinned solidly. "Do you like peanut butter and jelly?" she asked then did a quick what-was-I-thinking sideward bob of her head. "Of course you do, it's every big, strong American boy's favorite." Stephanie grabbed the open peanut butter jar from the table top and jabbed four fingers into it. She pulled out a big, tan glob and smeared it onto and into her pussy. She tossed the plastic jar aside and I heard it skid across the floor tiles. Next she grabbed the jelly and again jabbed her fist in. She pressed a handful of the purple goop up into her herself. "Oooh, that's cold!" she exclaimed. Cream Filled: Second Helping With many thanks to Kumani for editing this story. * Beginning with a single kiss less than an hour earlier the dynamic between Stephanie and me, tortuously stagnant for so long, had suddenly begun to surge. In roughly the same time it took the summer storm passing over our city to release the rain and electricity charging the air, Stephanie and I had released a charge of our own, one that had been building unabated between us for the past two years. Now we lay wrapped in each other's embrace, kissing on an uneven and improvised bed of coarse white work towels atop an old wooden table in the Donut King's kitchen. "That was a nice surprise Jason," Stephanie complemented me between quick and panted breaths. "I wasn't sure you had it in you." "Oh, I had it in me all right," I replied, a bit short-winded myself, "and I'm pretty sure I got most of it in you." She laughed but her comment had stung me slightly as she had no doubt intended it to, but I understood what Stephanie meant. Her parents owned the donut shop where we worked and she'd had a steady boyfriend until recently so I'd kept a somewhat reserved demeanor around her, at least until this morning. Although she had sensed and encouraged my desire for her clearly she'd begun to wonder if I would ever act on it. "So does this mean you'll go out with me?" I asked as I gave her sweet and yielding lips another light brief kiss. "Was that your way of asking?" "You didn't answer my question." Stephanie's coal dark eyes gleamed as she coyly bit one corner of her lower lip while she pretended to ponder my question. "Sure," she said after a requisite pause. "Now you can answer --" She might have had more to say but having already waited two years for the chance to be with her in any way other than as a co-worker and all that time wondering what her lips would feel like pressed to mine, I kissed her again slowly and deeply, savoring her tender sweetness. Her heated body pressed beneath mine radiated a mesmerizing mix of aromas into the cool morning air of the kitchen. Stephanie's breath brushed feather light on my face while I reveled in every deliciously laden inhalation that I drew from across her flushed skin. It enticed me enough for me to pause here and there to breathe in deeply as I kissed my way down her neck. With a long, soft sigh she laced her fingers in my hair and held my head close to her as I kissed the hollow between her breasts. Citrus-like scents drew me to Stephanie's wet ebony hair still clinging in dark streaks to her glowing face and shoulders. Its coolness chilled me in a good way as I buried my face in the black tangled locks. While Stephanie purred I lightly bit the soft skin of her throat, then she gave a contented sigh as I kissed my way slowly back up her neck seeking her pliant and inviting lips again. The sweat and rain mix of moisture coating the silver cross and chain Stephanie wore about her neck caused the metal to shine brightly under the fluorescent lights above us. Laying amidst the tangles of her jet hair the ornament seemed to direct me to the spot on her tawny skin just below her left ear where she had daubed some of the maddeningly compelling perfume she wore each day. Then Stephanie's warm lips brushed my ear and she whispered. "Kiss me." Complying, my lips pressed once more to hers as I cradled her face in my hands. With the raw pungency of her musk still clinging to my fingers, I pulled her closer to me. We wrapped ourselves tightly about each other and I luxuriated in the warming press of Stephanie's body as it held the chill of the still cold kitchen off my own wet skin like the softest of blankets. Closing my eyes I kissed Stephanie again and wondered if I'd ever enjoyed a kiss more. The electric pulse of delight that ran the length of my spine when her tongue touched mine gave me the clear answer. No. Who knew laying rain soaked and naked on an old wood table could ever feel so good? It was then that the bells over the shop's front door clanged, shattering our all too brief moment of fulfillment. The dissonance of those damn things was as jarring as if lighting had struck in the parking lot just outside. "Oh, FUCK!" Stephanie swore and unapologetically pushed me off of her and the table at the same time. We scrambled for our clothes and hurriedly dressed. She decided to skip putting on her underwear, opting instead to just step back into the soggy uniform that lay clumped on the floor for the sake of speed. Stephanie hadn't taken off her tennis shoes for our feverish encounter, so once she'd snapped up her wrinkled and damp front-fastening jumper, she simply pushed the hair back out of her face and headed out front to greet the customer. With the arrival of that first patron it occurred to me that there wasn't much in the way of donuts to start the day with other than some of the previous day's leftovers, something that Stephanie's dad, Mr. Nick, would not have accepted had he been there. Chances are he wouldn't have been too accepting of me doing his daughter on top of the kitchen table either, but then I've heard fathers can be kind of old fashioned that way. Chuckling at the thought of him chasing me around the kitchen with a large knife, I none the less realized that without Stephanie's parents who were back in Greece visiting family for two weeks, that we'd be hard pressed to keep up with the day's demands, especially for the house specialty -- cream filled donuts -- unless I could clear my head and get a fresh batch started soon. Otherwise we'd be ill prepared for the invariable rush of customers after Sunday morning services began to let out. "What do you put in these things that make them so good?" I'd often heard people ask Mr. Nick to which he would waggle a finger in gentle admonishment. "It's a secret," he'd reply smiling proudly. If there really was a secret ingredient to Mr. Nick's recipe it wasn't on the copy I had. Still people loved the damned things and were willing to line up for them, so I began gathering the bowls and ingredients for the batter mixes and got started. Stephanie burst through the double swinging doors and strode back into the kitchen. She smiled at me, aglow in that way girls should be after good sex and began sifting through the towels we had spread on the table top until she found a dry one. Keeping one eye on her and one on my work I earnestly began mixing some batter. When she'd found an acceptable towel, Stephanie gave a quick glance over her shoulder back towards the double doors. Satisfied that she couldn't be seen from out front she raised the hem of her uniform waist high then pressed it to her stomach with her left hand. Looking down the length of her taut body while her full head of gloriously midnight black hair fell in shining waves over her still uniform-clad breasts, she studied her ebony thatched mound and the liquid steadily leaking from it. My eyes feasted on Stephanie's succulent curves once more. For the first time I took note of the tan lines traversing the silken olive swell of her hips as she pulled the uniform hem up higher and tucked it under her chin. Tan lines brought thoughts of the sun which must have come up sizzling I reasoned as it suddenly began to feel very hot in the kitchen. Mesmerized, I watched as Stephanie pointed her toes out to the sides and bent her knees slightly like a ballet dancer starting a plié. Glistening trickles and smears of our joyously secreted fluids mingled on the soft, tawny insides of her smooth thighs. Beaded droplets of cum twinkled like wet stars in the black night of her pubic hair. Stephanie bunched the clean white towel she held in her right hand and pressed it to the inside of her right leg just above the knee. Slowly she drew it upward. The rag, like it was a terry cloth tongue, thirstily lapped up the mixture of sweat, girl-goo and sperm that glazed the insides of her toned and lissome leg. All thoughts of donut preparation and my control of the batter I was mixing were suddenly lost. "Is that a new kind of donut you're making there?" Stephanie asked without looking up. "Shit!" A copious amount of batter had slopped over the edge of the bowl forming an amorphous mess on the table top. Grabbing one of the other towels from the pile I started trying to wipe up the spill. It wasn't easy. Aside from contending with the thick, slimy batter hopelessly smearing across the table top, my eyes kept being pulled back to Stephanie. She really didn't need a towel, one word from her and I would have eagerly fallen to my knees and laved her skin from knee to groin with my tongue. Instead riveted I watched and felt the throbbing return to my loins as she repeated the process with her left leg. Next she turned the towel in her hand and wrapped it over two of her slender fingers. Beads of sweat formed on my brow as she parted the burgundy and brown colored folds of her labia. Tucking her tongue in the corner of her mouth, Stephanie carefully dipped her towel wrapped finger tips into her glistening pit. From where I stood I caught flashes of her watermelon pink and wet insides as she moved the towel in the dark, clasping furrow of her pussy. Aching to run my tongue over those tender ridges and folds once more, I tried to lick my lips instead but found my tongue uselessly dry. Stephanie held the towel inside her a moment letting it wick up our commingled cum before she carefully pulled it back out. The now sodden cloth glistened under the bright kitchen lights. Then the doorbell clanged once more. "Damn it," Stephanie fumed, annoyed by yet another intrusion. "They're just going to have to wait a minute." She tossed the used towel back on the table and cast a quick glance over her shoulder towards the door then turned back towards me. "Hand me my panties, please." Still damp with her secretions, I pulled them from my right pants pocket and reluctantly handed them over to her. Knowing they still bore her scent, I had hoped to keep them to savor her heavenly musk over and over again. Instead I watched sorrowfully as she stepped into them and pulled them up. Letting go the hemline of her uniform from under her chin, Stephanie smoothed the drab cloth of the jumper down toward her knees. "Can you hand me my bra?" she asked, as she unsnapped the top of the uniform and quickly peeled it from her shoulders. Instead of complying, my eyes fastened once more to the fulsome delights before me. Tipped with chocolate colored nipples and covered with a sheen of rain and sweat, her breasts glistened under the bright kitchen lights. Just let me kiss and suck them for five minutes I mentally pleaded and as if they could read my mind, Stephanie's nipples hardened like rock candy, seemingly anticipating how my yearning mouth would savor them. "Bra, please" she repeated. Handing it over to her I watched Stephanie wrap it about her waist backwards, fasten the clasp then turn it right ways and pull it up while bending forward slightly to capture those beautiful and succulent breasts. All too quickly they were enclosed and covered once more. She slipped the straps over her shoulders then stood straight and started to fasten her uniform back up while I ached at the sorrowful sound each time a snap clicked in place. "How do I look?" Stephanie asked as she attempted to smooth the hopelessly wrinkled uniform over the curves of her ripened body. "Not nearly as good as you do naked and sweating," I managed to say, "but not bad." "I guess so," she replied, arching a black eyebrow and tipping her head toward the bulge at the front of my pants. Stephanie laughed and gave me a kiss, trailing her hand up my leg and giving my erection a quick squeeze through my pants. With a smile and a wink Stephanie practically bounced out the doors to the counter out front. Well give the devil her due. Even after fucking her, Stephanie had me craving a second helping. And so I began to understand that just as with a summer storm like the one we'd been caught in this morning, relief from the heat was always just temporary. Wiping sweat from my brow with the back of a floured hand, I knew it was going to be a long, hot day. Then I noticed the towel Stephanie had balled up and tossed carelessly onto the table. Picking it up, I unfolded it as eagerly as a pirate would a treasure map. The dank cloth shone and sparkled in some places while it glistened in others. Bringing it close to my face until it nearly touched my nose I drew a deep breath and found the rag filled with tangy scents. A smile came to me and I buried my face in the towel, breathing in deeply and savoring each musk laden inhalation. After several long draughts of it I started to become lightheaded. When I was satisfied that I had successfully imprinted her core essence permanently on my brain, I tucked the towel in the pocket of my apron. The sound of Stephanie rattling the coffee maker out front as she switched out pots reminded me that there was a customer and this brought me out of my aromatically induced daydream. Hearing the door bells once more, I bent forward a little so I could peer through the Plexiglas panels in the kitchen doors to the public area of the shop, waiting to see who it was this time that was breaking my private little moment. It turned out to not be a customer but Ray, the old dishwasher who came shuffling in. I had forgotten all about him working this morning. Ray was an old guy who made it a point to only shave once a week and judging by the thick stubble on his face, today wasn't that day. He nodded at me as he passed by then sleepily tied his apron on and poured himself a cup of coffee. Ray always tried to steer clear of Stephanie and her sharp tongue but as he was flipping a few switches and filling the soap dispensers on the dishwashing machine, she breezed back into the kitchen past him on her way to the office. "Goooood morning, Ray," she greeted him, smiling and practically singing the words. It was impressive to see the old guy's head move so quickly as Ray whipped his head around to stare after her open mouthed then reversed direction and swiveled it back towards me. No amount of effort could suppress my grin as I felt my face redden. Ray opened his eyes wide, laughed and shook his head. Since he was missing half his teeth, his uneven smile looked like a jack-o-lantern's a week after Halloween, but he positively beamed and gave me the thumbs up. "I told you a good fuckin' was all she needed," he cackled after Stephanie had passed through the double doors again to go out front. Maybe it was all she needed but the question forming uppermost in my mind now was, is that all she wanted? With Ray's arrival though, I resigned myself to the workday. There was to be no answer to my question that morning and the rest of the day just became a steady, busy blur. All three of us were tired and sweaty by closing time. After Ray shuffled off to the bus stop, I offered to help Stephanie lock up, thinking we might talk. She set the alarm and we stepped outside the shop. The sky had cleared since the storm that morning but the day was still very hot, breezeless and humid. Once outside the air conditioned shop my skin began to feel as if it were coated with a sticky glaze. My shirt collar tugged at the back of my neck with my every movement as I keyed the front door lock. It often stuck when the deadbolt jammed against the frame instead of sliding correctly into the slot if you didn't get it aligned just right. Wiggling the key and alternately jerking and pushing the door handle to no avail I tried to get the bolt seated as my annoyance and embarrassment grew by the second. Tired from a long day and feeling like I was being broiled in the afternoon sun, my temper quickly got the better of me. "You worthless son of a fucking BITCH!" "Easy, boy," Stephanie soothed. "Here let me help you." She lightly placed a soft hand on top of mine and gently pushed on the door handle. The key seemed to turn on its own and the bolt clicked effortlessly into place. "I didn't even know you had a temper. You're always so patient," she commented. "I am patient," I answered though still hot, annoyed and somewhat flustered. "But I guess I have my limits." "Do you?" Something in her tone suggested that she found this to be useful information. "Yes, I do," I said turning to face her full on. "I'm sorry, I guess this heat's just getting to me." "It's alright," she reassured me with an easy smile. "The heat gets to me too sometimes." We talked for another minute or two but it was just too hot even for conversation, so we just made plans to go out on Wednesday night after work and said good-bye. The next couple of days were nearly unbearable in more ways than one. First, all I could think about was Stephanie but we were always so busy we barely had the chance to talk for more than a few minutes at a time. Second the heat and humidity had steadily rebuilt since the storm Sunday morning to nearly unbearable levels. Still, like a kid anticipating Christmas morning I practically counted down the minutes, but at last Wednesday night arrived and I eagerly drove to Stephanie's house arriving right at six. Pulling into the driveway I could see it was a nice place, not a mansion mind you but plenty big, much bigger than the home I grew up in. The white bricks of the house made it gleam imposingly in the afternoon sun as I stood at the entry. Even after having known Stephanie for two years and having had sex on a tabletop with her, I still felt a fluttering in my stomach and a tingling in my chest at the thought of seeing her. Ringing the bell, I stood as calmly as I could and tried not to sweat in the still hot afternoon. Thankfully she opened the door a moment later. She was dressed simply, just a button down blue cotton blouse that showed her tanned and sleek midriff. Stephanie's silver cross glittered at the neckline and her khaki shorts showed off her sleek legs down to her leather sandals. "I'd tell you that you looked nice but I'd be lying if I did," I said in a mock serious tone at which she cocked her head slightly and arched a black eyebrow. "You really look beautiful, Stephanie." "Thanks," she said and smiled as she ran her hand along my jaw before kissing my cheek. "You're sweet." Stephanie locked the front door to her house and we walked to my car. We went to one of those family style sports themed combo chain restaurants, one that I chose for the variety, hoping Stephanie would find something on the menu there that she'd like. The hostess recognized Stephanie from somewhere or other and they exchanged pleasantries. Then after giving me the once over, she led us to a booth. Our waiter, who also happened to know Stephanie, brought our beverages and informed us of the specials. It was a busy place and people were frequently passing by our table. A good number of them recognized Stephanie and stopped to say hello to her, wave or stand for a few minutes tableside to chat while I worked to maintain a smile. "I didn't realize how popular you are," I commented once we were alone again. Stephanie gave a shrug as if she couldn't understand it herself. "It's mostly because of the donut shop. Karen, the hostess, and I went to high school together. Our waiter, Steve, whose name I only know from his tag, is in my Algebra class the rest are all customers at the shop." "Still we've worked together for what, about two years now?" I said, setting the menu down as the thought came to me; "It really just hit me that I don't know all that much about you." "What do you want to know?" she answered, and took a sip from her Dr. Pepper. My first inclination was to ask her about school or something equally as innocuous just to get the conversation started. Instead my attention was drawn to Stephanie's long tapered fingers stirring her drink with a white straw. She let go of it only to let her wet pink tongue catch the underside and pull the tip into her mouth while she watched me in anticipation of a question. Cream Filled: Second Helping When Stephanie's glossed lips closed around the end of the straw and the dark liquid of the soda slowly rose through the tube and into her mouth, all thoughts in my brain except for one suddenly drained out. Was it possible for me to think about anything other than sex when I was around her? "Whatever you care to tell me," I answered, once my mind cleared enough to speak. Stephanie just shrugged but didn't say anything so I looked her in the eyes, straight forward and sincerely, then told her what was on my mind. "Stephanie, I think you've known for a long time now how attracted I am to you, but I mean it about not knowing much about you, and I was hoping that tonight I might get to start doing that. That is if you'd care to share with me." She looked at me without any discernable expression a long moment but I sensed there was an evaluation of some sort going on in her mind. In spite of being quick to anger or laughter, Stephanie was kind of tough to read. She always left me with a feeling that there was something about her I didn't quite comprehend, especially in those moments when our eyes would meet, not while we were talking or she was teasing me but in those wordless moments when I'd sometimes catch her glance from across the kitchen. "OK but first, how long have you been attracted to me?" she asked coyly. Taking a moment before answering, I opted to tell her the truth. Why that was something I needed to think about first, I can't say. "From the moment I first saw you." "OK, so far so good" she commented, her smile broadening. "What do you think you already know about me?" "I know you have one hell of a temper." "Yes I do," she admitted and laughed. "What else?" "Well, most of what I do know about you is from your mom and dad. They like to brag about you, especially your dad. He's always saying how smart you are, how well you do in school, how good a swimmer and tennis player you are and oh yeah, that you play the piano, too," I said, before pausing briefly. "Did I miss anything?" It was fleeting but I was certain I saw something like a grimace flash across Stephanie's face. "No," she said flatly. Then she brightened again and gave the tabletop a pat. "There you see, you already know all there is to know about me. But I have to warn you, my dad exaggerates." Just then another older couple stopped by to say hello to Stephanie. Annoyed at one more interruption especially at that point in our conversation, I scanned the restaurant for a familiar face. Jeez, I thought, there has to be someone else here I know but there wasn't. "Are you still playing tennis and swimming?" the woman asked. "No, I gave that all up," Stephanie answered, her smile unwavering. "I wanted to concentrate on school." Then the woman whispered none too softly, inquiring about the status of the ex-boyfriend whom Stephanie less than affectionately refers to as Dip Shit. Stephanie's mom and dad still adore him and evidently her mom had told this woman that Stephanie might be getting back together with him. Stephanie assured her it wasn't the case. Finally, the couple said good-bye and wished us well. "Anything wrong, Jason?" Stephanie asked, probably noting my annoyed expression. "I was wondering the same thing. Did I say something that bothered you before?" "No," she said flatly, idly stirring her drink again. Seeing her eyes drop to her glass I knew that wasn't quite the truth but I felt I was beginning to understand something. "I'm thinking maybe I did," as I considered the possibility out loud a moment. "You're not entirely that girl your parents brag about anymore are you?" Stephanie stopped stirring her drink and looked at me before shaking her head. "I'm sorry that was really stupid of me," I said. "I just realized you don't talk with me about any of those things. How could I have not seen that?" "It's all right," she assured me. "You see it now, which is more than I can say for some people." "But most everyone sees the girl your parents tell them about, don't they?" "If I ever need a PR firm, they've got the job. And for the record, they're the source of the Dip Shit rumors." "It's all right," I shrugged. "Anyway I think it's pretty obvious your parents really love you." "I know, it's just that, well, you were smart to go away to school." "I didn't have much of a choice really you can't get a decent donut in my hometown anymore." Stephanie's sunny smile returned at the recollection of my lie to her when I'd applied at the Donut King two years earlier about me having donut making experience in a fictional shop in my hometown. Her soft lips parted to show her white teeth as she laughed. She shook her head and rolled her deep dark eyes at the memory. "That's why you didn't go to the wedding with them, isn't it? " I continued, thinking aloud. "You always have to be with them." "That and some other reasons as well." "I'm flattered." "I didn't say you were one of them," she said leaning toward me over the table top. "You didn't say I wasn't, either," I said mimicking her semi-whisper and leaning towards her until our faces were just inches apart. We held each other's eyes for a moment while she gave me another of her evaluating looks, after which Stephanie smiled broadly and leaned back in her bench seat. "My, my, it seems you have an ego. Are there no ends to the surprises with you, Jason?" "I guess you'll have to see for yourself," I answered, making a mental note that she seemed to like an element of unpredictability. "I will, won't I?" Stephanie lifted her drink and let her pink tongue languidly catch the underside of the straw tip once more, pulling it into her mouth and closing her oh so kissable lips about it. The girl could certainly suck a straw. "I'm not trying to pry but you did seem pretty upset when you and your ex broke up," I remarked. "I was but not for the reason you might think. I'd wanted to break up with him for a while but my mom kept talking me out of it and so I didn't, even though there was nothing there anymore. Then the jerk went and made a show of breaking up with me in front of mutual friends so he could make it look like he dumped me. I was just mad at myself more than anything. I'd tried to please everyone but myself. I won't make that mistake again." "Good for you," I congratulated her, suddenly warmed by the thought of Dip Shit having romantically speaking at least, crashed and burned. "So what was his fatal flaw?" "Aside from being a self centered asshole?" Stephanie thought for a moment then looked me dead on before continuing. "He has no imagination." Nodding my understanding, I held her gaze but didn't comment further. "You're a history major, right?" she asked, casually changing the subject as she sat her drink down. "That's right, ancient civilizations are my focus, the Greek and Roman eras in particular." "Is it interesting?" "Very interesting actually," I replied, sensing an opportunity to enhance my stature with her by impressing her with my knowledge. "For example, did you know if we had lived in ancient times, you'd have been expected to stay indoors to cook, clean and do whatever your father told you to do?" "Some things never change," she said with a smile and a shake of her head. "Moreover, I could have married you just by bartering with your dad, and then you would be expected to stay in my house to cook, clean and do whatever I told you to." Then I leaned toward her to add "though in all honesty, I just really can't picture you as being housebound." Smiling, Stephanie leaned towards me her glossed and glistening lips temptingly close. She placed her hands on top of mine and began lightly caressing them with her fingers. "That's because if we had lived in ancient times," she explained, her dark eyes glittering, "I'd have been a goddess with my own temple and you'd have had to bring offerings and worship me." "You're right some things never change," I agreed, slipping my hands from beneath hers and using them to raise my glass to her in a mock offering. She laughed but didn't say anything right away though I sensed I was doing okay in her continuing mental evaluation of me. There was another moment of silence between us before a smile spread quickly over her lips. "I have to admit it took some balls to do what you did the other day." "Yeah, I guess they got the better of me," I admitted. "To be honest with you, I half expected you to slap me when I kissed you," I elaborated, feeling somewhat proud of myself for my boldness that morning. "I almost did," she answered, her sly smile returning. "Just to see what you'd do." It struck me as an odd comment and I almost said so. Instead I tucked her reply away in the back of my mind. "So, how long has it been that you've been attracted to me?" "Did I say I was?" She turned her head slightly away from me with an almost embarrassed smile and chuckled before making her admission. "It's been a while now." It was such a luxurious thought that I didn't feel the need to say anything in reply. "So how about you, Jason, no girlfriend back home?" "No, I mean there was in high school but we went our separate ways after graduation. You may not have noticed but I keep pretty busy between school and work. I haven't had much time to socialize." "You did seem to have a lot of pent up energy the other day." We shared a laugh at the recollection but I wanted to tell her something sincerely. "Stephanie, I hope you know there was more to it than just 'pent up energy' for me." Stephanie held my gaze and just nodded. It was then that Steve arrived, apologizing for the delay and set our meals before us. We ate and talked more than we probably had in the entire two years we'd known each other. After finishing dinner I paid the check but Stephanie insisted on leaving the tip. We sat in silence a moment, until I noticed a sign for a game room near the back of the restaurant. "You strike me as a natural born dart player," I said. "What makes you say that?" "It's your hands. You can always tell a dart player by their hands," I said as suavely as I could manage, unable to resist an opportunity to toy with her for a change. "It's the fingers specifically and I can just picture yours clutching a dart." "And I suppose you've got a dart that needs clutching?" "I think I know where we can find more than just one. It looks like they have a game room in the back. Shall we see if they have any boards and throw a few?" "Sure," she shrugged her shoulders and laughed after giving me a 'what is he up to?' look. Actually, it was totally a spur of the moment idea as I hadn't thrown many darts in the past two years, not since leaving home and the dartboard in our basement. While I knew how to play, I was figuring to be a bit rusty. OK, so maybe that wasn't entirely true but I knew I wouldn't be as good as I used to be but I assumed I'd still be good enough to win. Why I chose a game I felt I could beat Stephanie at I couldn't say, other than my vanity. Still, it was something to do to extend the evening a bit and I was enjoying being with her. The game room was too crowded with warm bodies for the air conditioning to overcome, leaving the air heavily laden with the scents of cologne, sweat and spilled beer. Thankfully Stephanie stayed close by me. The same heat that brought tiny beads of sweat to her brow and upper lip caused her hypnotic blend of scents to radiate and engulf me, drawing me still closer to her side. Stephanie claimed she had only played darts once or twice before but if it was true, she caught on damn quickly. She didn't just play to amuse me either, she played to win, a trait I was beginning to notice more and more in her especially after she gleefully beat me for the first time. "Well you may have given up swimming and tennis but it seems you still like to compete." "No," she corrected me. "I like to win." Stephanie's comment, while reinforcing my opinion about her competitiveness also presented me with somewhat of a dilemma. Patronizing her and letting her beat me struck me as the wrong approach, but beating her might not be the best option either. Just then a couple of her girlfriends said hello to her. They cast quick glances my way and while it seemed they didn't disapprove of me, they repeated the Dip Shit rumor in ineffective whispers. Stephanie assured them it wasn't the case. It annoyed me, I'll admit, not that she knew a lot of people or was popular, after all she'd lived in this town all her life, but the constant interruptions, and the fact that these friends and acquaintances largely ignored me, with some even going so far as to ask about Dip Shit in front of me. It was enough to make a guy wonder if he wasn't being used to make someone else jealous. A more paranoid guy than me might conclude he was getting played. After all, I might have just been a revenge fuck to her, but while Stephanie clearly enjoying teasing and tormenting me at times, for the most part she seemed genuine in her interactions with me. Just the same, if I was getting played, the sooner I found out the less it would hurt in the long run, so I figured I should probably make certain of things early on. "Are you upset about something, Jason?" Stephanie asked when they'd moved on. "Not at all," I lied. "I'm sorry about all the interruptions. It's just I have a lot of acquaintances." Acquaintances that seem to know all about your personal life I thought. "What about you Stephanie? How are you feeling?" "I'm just fine." "That's good now how do you feel about losing?" She studied me for a moment before giving a reply. "There aren't many things I hate more," she answered smiling slyly. "Why do you ask?" "Maybe we shouldn't keep playing then," I suggested. "We've been having fun and I don't want to spoil things now." "How would you spoil things?" "If we continue to play, I'm going to play to win and I don't want you to wind up getting mad at me when I do." "I said I hate to lose, not that I hate winners. So don't worry. If you do manage to beat me, I'll be mad but I'll respect you." Respect was definitely something I wanted from her. "Oh, and I'll try to remember to go easy on your male ego should I somehow miraculously win," she added with a roll of her coal dark eyes. "How about we make things a little more interesting then," I asked, my own competitive instincts kicking in. "What say we make a small wager?" "A wager?" she asked coquettishly. "...for what?" "Kisses," I answered directly. "I win, I get to kiss you," I explained, and then elaborated on the prize, "however I want." "And if I win?" "I'll worship you like we were in ancient times and you really were a goddess. I'll fall before you and kiss your feet right here in front of everyone if that's what you want." She studied me a moment maybe wondering what I was working her for beyond a kiss. "You'd really do that?" It was so enjoyable to have the upper hand with her for a change, I couldn't help but smile. "Two out of three wins?" I offered. "Sure." These were electronic dartboards and we played a game called 300. Each pie slice of the circular board was worth so many points and a player got extra for hitting a segment of the ring within each slice, just as they did for hitting the bull's eye. The first player to accrue 300 points wins the game. Despite a shaky start I won the first game but she blew me away in the second. "So, you've only played this game a couple of times, is that right?" I asked sensing a hustle. "Well maybe more than a couple. Dip Shit's family had a game room," she explained. "How about you, Jason, it doesn't seem as if you're as rusty as you thought you'd be, huh?" Before I could answer, some more acquaintances of hers stopped by our table to say hello. It shouldn't have bothered me, I know, but having to stand there while Stephanie denied once again that she and Dip Shit were getting back together did. It wasn't her fault but now I was totally stoked to win the game. "Acquaintances," she explained when they finally stepped away. "I'm sorry, what was it you were saying?" "I was saying I should put some money in the machine, so I can win this game and collect my prize. This is one kiss I am definitely going to enjoy." "I'm going to enjoy it too," she answered. "I don't believe my feet have ever been properly worshipped before." "You have to win first," I reminded her as I slid quarters from the tabletop into my hand. As for the worshiping part, I intended to see to that some day soon anyway, wager or not. As the winner of the previous game Stephanie opted to throw first and she picked up right where she left off, closing the 20's with her first round. Stephanie was leading most of the game while I struggled to keep the score close. She was about to go out as her last dart hit the bull's eye but it didn't stick or even register the hit, falling uselessly to the floor instead. "Son of a BITCH!" she yelled, managing to turn a few heads at nearby tables. "It sucks when that happens, doesn't it?" I teased as I handed Stephanie her dart after picking it up from the floor. She took the dart from me without a word. Turning toward the board, I took several deep calming breaths before my throws. Each dart hit solidly in the center circle, closing out the bull's eyes for me and giving me the win. Turning to her with a triumphant smile, I was a little surprised at the fiery look that had sparked in her dark eyes. She really didn't like to lose at anything. "Pay up," I said rubbing the wound with salt loudly enough that I could sense the attention of many including a number of her acquaintances, at least the ones nearby, turning towards us. Leaning towards her ear I whispered, "And just so we're clear on this, I want the longest, deepest French kiss ever, right here, right now and in front of all your 'acquaintances'." With her eyes like sharpened obsidian, Stephanie stepped closer to me and cocked her head slightly to one side as if to comply with my demand. Looking down into those heated black orbs, it seemed something apart from the sting of her loss was simmering there but as yet I couldn't identify it. She hadn't verbalized anything but I could sense a question was forming in her mind, good for me or bad I couldn't tell just yet. Leaning in to take my prize, instead of the French kiss she was expecting I raised my hands and gently cradled Stephanie's face. My heart began to race and while I enjoyed the victory, I realized that it wasn't just a prize that I really wanted to take from her. Lowering my lips to hers until our mouths were pressed gently together I kissed her softly, hoping she would sense my true intent. Continuing to cup her jaw even after our kiss ended, I let her eyes search mine for another long moment, until I saw just a glint in hers. "One more game," she said softly, her now glittering eyes still fixed on mine, her face still in my hands. "Same bet?" I asked, letting my thumbs caress her face. "No, let's play for something else," she said, seemingly mulling the thought a moment. "How about this time we play for dinner?" "Are you hungry again so soon?" "No," she replied smiling coyly then stretched to kiss me. "I'll collect another night, and I don't want to make you pay for another dinner in a restaurant this week since you paid tonight," she added. "So what's the bet then?" "How about the winner gets a home cooked meal? Does that sound all right to you?" It sounded all right and then some as I made a few quick mental calculations. If I won not only would I get to see her again, she would make me dinner and then dessert could be just a few steps away in her bedroom. If I lost, it would just be the same only at my apartment. And while it was becoming increasingly obvious that Stephanie had a strong competitive side and didn't enjoy losing, I didn't see how I possibly could regardless of the outcome. Cream Filled: Second Helping "You're on," I agreed. Stephanie quickly slid four quarters from the tabletop into the palm of her hand and turned toward the dart machine but stopped short, turning back to face me again. "You do know how to make something other than donuts, right?" she asked. "Oh yeah, I'm actually quite a good cook" I assured her. That is if you consider spaghetti with Ragu cooking. Stephanie dropped the quarters in the machine and started the game. We wished each other good luck with mock sincerity and took our turns behind the throw line. Despite the feeling that I would be amply rewarded no matter the outcome of the game, I actually felt myself getting fired up to win again. Why it should have mattered to me, I don't know. Interruptions and Dip Shit aside we were on a date and a first date at that. But I found it did matter to me and that I wanted very much to best her. Maybe it was because I wanted to feel that I was superior to her at something. Whatever it was, I took my turn each time determined to win. Stephanie and I didn't joke or even talk much as we took our turns alternately pumping our arms in exclamation or swearing and shaking our heads in disgust at the outcome of each throw. Ultimately it turned out to be almost a repeat of the previous contest as with a last clutch throw I won the game. Turning towards Stephanie, I was brought up short by the flaring anger in her eyes as she stared at the dart board. For a moment I thought about saying that she didn't have to cook for me but before I could her expression changed the anger faded from her eyes and it was apparent she'd quickly moved on from the dart game. "Congratulations, you win," Stephanie offered, smiling brightly, if not with complete sincerity. "Dinner is Friday night at my house." Looking in her eyes for additional meaning or direction didn't do me any good as I was unable to read anything from her. Now I was beginning to think I'd blown it with her over my own vanity but heartened when her genuine smile seemed to return again. Stepping to her, I held the silkiness of her upper arms and kissed her. Her hands moved across my back and the feel of her arms encircling me was a great relief. "I suppose I better get you home," I said still holding her close. "We both have to be up early." Stephanie nodded and tilted her head enough to look up at me. Her eyes have always been irresistible to me, so deep and dark brown as to be almost black. When they shine they're like polished ebony. They could be just as hard, but they were soft now and welcoming. When we finally left the restaurant, we left hand in hand. The drive to her house was quiet and all too brief. Parking in the driveway I opened the car door for her before walking her up to the front steps. "I really had a good time tonight, Stephanie," I said. "And I hope you did too." "I did," she affirmed, "and I also learned something about you tonight." "That I'm a complete jerk sometimes?" "No, I already knew that" she answered, a coy smile spreading across her face. "I learned you like to play games." Be that good or bad, I let the remark pass and took her in my arms and kissed her. She met my lips willingly. It was a nice kiss no tongues or anything but definitely nicer than a thanks for dinner kiss. "See you in the morning OK?" I said after we'd stepped apart again. "Definitely..." Stephanie turned, stepped to and unlocked her door while I stayed where I was. "By the way, I like that," she remarked, turning back toward me once the door was opened. "What's that?" "That you don't expect to come inside." Don't expect to but sure want to, I thought. "Well, I like that you like that I don't expect to come in, if that makes any sense." "Still competing? Maybe you should save some of that for next time." Stephanie smiled with a sideward shake of her head and turned back toward the door to step inside. "Stephanie..." I called out causing her to stop and turn toward me again. "Your parents have told me more than once that you are a very special young woman. That's one thing about you they didn't exaggerate." She smiled and came back to me, reached for my head with her hands and pulled my mouth down to hers. Stephanie's kiss sent a tingling sensation through me all the way to the soles of my feet. She smiled sweetly, genuinely then turned again and stepped into the house, closing the door behind her. Cream Filled Stephanie's pussy grew wetter and more fragrant by the second. Moving from her clit, my tongue traced the ridge of tender skin between her asshole and pussy. Her anus glistened invitingly with our secretions but her delicious furrow still beckoned and I turned my attention back to it. I let her juices wash over my tongue as it licked and probed, drinking as much of her nectar as I could. Repeatedly I lapped up Stephanie's sweetness then returned to her clitoris. I was determined to make her come. Moving my tongue in different directions, varying speeds and pressure against the nub while I looked up at her rain wet and taut body. My movements on her clit didn't stop as I watched and waited for a tell-tale sign from her. She grabbed fistfuls of my hair and pulled my mouth tighter against her as I got it right. Stephanie gave a sighing moan and I felt her tremble and push her pussy hard against my mouth, grinding her clit on my tongue. "FUCK," she said but it came out as part grunt and part groan as her orgasm coursed through her. I could wait no longer to be in her. Taking my tongue from her dripping slit, I stood up and wiped her juices from my mouth with the back of my arm. "I need you inside me," she said when she caught her breath. In a flash I had my pants down around my ankles. Stephanie quickly stood and climbed me like a club dancer does a pole. She circled my neck with one arm and while her free hand guided the tip of my straining cock to the entrance of her steaming and streaming pussy. She rubbed the head along her slit to gather the wetness but hardly needed to as, with her first push, I was deep within her. Burying my cock in that sweltering wet pussy of hers was everything I dreamed it would be and worth all the risk and torment endured. Our mouths locked together as I held her firm ass in my hands. She wrapped her legs around me and hooked the backs of mine with her heels as I thrust over and over again into the hot, gripping wetness of her hungry pit. Then I lifted her off my cock by the arm pits and set her down until she stood on the floor. Turning her I held her hip with one hand and with the other I pressed forward between her shoulder blades, bending her at the waist until Stephanie's torso laid flat, her tits pressed to the table top, her feet still on the floor. That incredible, much fantasized about ass was finally introduced to me and I let my eyes feast on it a moment. I wanted to kiss each round, firm cheek. I want to suck the soap-fragrant smooth skin and nip it gently with my teeth. Instead, I grabbed and kneaded as much of the yielding flesh in each hand as I could; the actions of my thumbs squeezing each inviting cheek parted them slightly. Her asshole glistened and puckered so temptingly, like a tiny mouth pleading to be kissed and explored with tongue, begging afterward to suck my cock deep into its unimaginable tightness. Before the temptation could overwhelm me, Stephanie rolled her hips back and her pussy bloomed pink and wet like a tropical flower in the rain. I made a mental note to give her goddess worthy ass proper devotion should the opportunity ever present itself again then eased my eager cock back into her. Watching the shockwave rippling of her creamily edible ass cheeks each time my cock pistoned the overheated cylinder of her pussy would have to satisfy my anal urges for now. I gripped her hips like handles and pulled her towards me to meet each thrust, reveling in the feeling of her soft ass pressing tight to my pubic bone each time her steamy slit relentlessly devoured my cock. "I want to feel you on top of me," she pleaded. Pulling out I helped her stand again. The table top would be hard but there was a pack of still wrapped kitchen towels on the shelf underneath. I grabbed it and sat it on top. We both eagerly tore at the wrapping and scattered the week's allotment of white terry cloths over the surface. Scooping her up with my right arm behind her knees, hers around my shoulders, I laid her gently on the towels then hopped up onto the table, my pants and underwear still cuffing me at the ankles. Stephanie spread her legs and slipped my cock back into the clutching warmth of her pussy, then raised her hips each time to meet my thrusts. "Fuck me hard, Jeff" she urged but I was in a rhythmic bliss as it was and failed to comply quickly enough. "Go on," she pleaded. "Fuck me hard." Instead I pulled out of her. "Raise up some," I said, bunching some of the towels under Stephanie's low back and ass when she did. Satisfied she was cushioned I slid my grateful cock once more into her eager pussy. I gripped her ass and felt her hips thrust forward again to meet each urgent one of my own. "Faster," she said. I increased my tempo. "Harder, fuck me as hard as you can," she explained urgently as if I hadn't understood the first time. Her eyes smoldered with feral need as she looked up into mine. "This what you want?" I taunted as I slammed into her even harder. "Is that all you've got?" she gave it back. "What do you want?" I asked, full well knowing what it was. "For you to show me how badly you've wanted me," she said her eyes gleaming, cheeks flushed with hot blood and glistening with sweat. "Come on," she urged. Then in a low lusty voice pausing slightly between each word as if to savor them, "Give...it...to...me." Catching a leg in the crook of each of my arms, I gripped the edges of the table to gain better purchase and walked my hands along until she was nearly folded double but managing to stay inside her as I did. She too reached out to either side and held tightly to the table edge while I fucked her as hard as I could. With each stroke I pulled back until the circumcised tip of my blood engorged cock appear between the wet and parted lips of her pussy. I drove it back into her as forcefully as I could. I enjoyed seeing the shockwave of each collision ripple through Stephanie's glowing flesh, from tummy to tits and back again just in time for the next thrust of my now throbbing cock. Stephanie spurred my ribs with the heels of her tennis shoes with each thrust almost as if she could make me go deeper, harder, faster. Sweat beaded on us and ran freely off. Even in the still cold kitchen our bodies were slick with it. I could smell the hot scent of our sex; feel Stephanie's wetness at the base of my cock, on my balls and even my inner thighs. Our bodies made a quick, squishing slap each time they met. I felt my balls bounce against her ass with each furious stroke. She had no words now just noises, low and animal like. Her were eyes were closed. Sweat dripped off her. She bit her bottom lip and her face flushed with her superheated blood. Even with the towels, my knees ached from the hard table top but I knew she was at the edge. She needed to go over and I wanted to see and feel her go there. Thrust by thrust my cock pushed her closer. She drew a deep breath and moaned. This was it. I gave her a shove; one last ferocious drive of my cock. I buried it in her and held there. She arched her back suddenly, and ground her fiery pussy against me. Stephanie let go of the table top to clutch at me as if she could somehow get me deeper inside. Her nails scratched and bit deliciously into my skin as she tried vainly to grip my sweat slick back. She groaned and I felt her muscles tense beneath me. The slow heat we began building with just a kiss erupted and engulfed her. I felt a tremble pass through her; even in the walls of her scalding hot pussy, as it quavered around my cock. I felt it in her legs as her sweat-slick thighs tried to clutch me, her heels digging into me as they desperately tried to pull me deeper into her. The release her orgasm gave allowed her to relax the muscles of her body. She took deep steady breaths as I let her enjoy the afterglow. After about a minute she opened her eyes and looked into mine. My cock still deep in her I let her legs down to the table top and spread them wider. Laying full out on her I slipped my right arm beneath her neck to grip the top of her left shoulder. I cupped the back of her head with my left hand. Running my tongue diagonally up her neck, I tasted her sweat and savored its salty sweetness a moment before raking my teeth back down the same path. I sucked in some of the delicate flesh of her neck and held it with my teeth which scraped her skin as I released it. I liked the way she shivered when I did that but I left her neck and kissed her hard. I offered my tongue and she eagerly sucked it into her mouth. My cock began to move in earnest inside her. It would be denied no longer. I had a fire of my own. I felt it building, growing hotter. It burned in my chest, deep in my guts. I felt the heat building in my balls. I pumped my cock urgently into Stephanie's pussy. She grabbed my ass cheeks as I ground against her, my cock churning the hot juices of her sweet pit. The sweat that pooled between us threatened to boil. Two years of desire demanded release. Two years of filling countless fucking donuts with cream. Two years of fantasy and torment, from seeing Stephanie, smelling her, had pent up in me and needed to get out. Now I wanted to fill her. I needed to fill her with every drop of cum I had. She had earned it with every look, each touch, and all the times she had "accidentally" brushed against me. I felt my orgasm building, the pressure in my balls desperately trying to vent. I felt them tighten. Then Stephanie worked a hand between us to caress them with her fingers. She studied me intently. When she sensed I was near she pulled her hand away. Grunting Neanderthal-like, I thrust once more as deeply as I could into her. I felt Stephanie's nails now digging into my ass cheeks as she pulled me into her. I held there while every muscle in my body contracted. My cock pulsed as my balls emptied themselves through it in several long gushes. My cock was still throbbing and swollen as it slid reluctantly out of her. I collapsed atop her and we held each other while trying to catch our breaths. With a hand on either side of my face Stephanie raised my head to look in my eyes. There was softness in her dark eyes that I hadn't seen before and she kissed me with a tenderness I hadn't known she possessed. The moment was broken by the clanging of the bells that hung over the front door. "FUCK!" she said in a mixture of annoyance and sudden adrenaline. Stephanie pushed on my ribcage with her right hand and rolled me off her to hop down from the table and scoop up her clothes. We grabbed a couple of towels and wiped as much of the sweat off ourselves as we could. She handed me her bra and panties which I stuffed in my pockets as soon as I had my pants up and zipped. Stephanie stepped into her uniform and quickly snapped it up then brushing the still wet hair back from her face she headed out the swinging doors to greet the customer. I headed to the service window so I could see who was out there. It was a truck driver who'd decided to sit out the storm. He did a double take at Stephanie's still flushed face but didn't comment, instead scanning the display cases as he climbed atop a stool at the counter. "Cup of coffee," he muttered. Stephanie placed a cup before him and poured the steaming coffee into it. "You got any cream filled?" he asked perusing the sparse display case again as if he might have missed them before. Stephanie sat the coffee pot on the counter and turned towards me in the service window, resting her elbow on the counter. She pushed away an errant lock of hair that had fallen across her face, her cheeks and eyes still carrying the afterglow of our coupling. Her damp uniform was clinging so sexily to her now braless and pantyless body I felt myself begin to get hard again. "Jeff, we got any cream filled?" she asked as innocently as she could manage. I could see the inside of her right leg below the hem of her uniform which rose several inches above her knee as she leaned against the counter. A droplet of our mingled cum rolled down her leg leaving a glistening trail as it went. "In the oven," I said with a shrug. Stephanie gave me one of her sly half smiles and a wink.