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Harmony

By: Treeangel



I was totally naked except for high black patent leather heels and a choker of pearls and was sitting demurely on the edge of a large leather sofa, the smooth upholstery clinging coolly to my buttocks. My lover's hand pushed my knees gently yet widely apart as though I was a rag doll needing adjustment to prevent me from toppling over lifelessly. I was totally submissive which I knew pleased my partner and I was in a state of intense longing for his touch and direction. My lips parted, my breath came up into my throat and my head lolled back, openly revealing my shapely neck, the pulse in the hollow of my throat and emphasizing the pale orbs of my breasts that lifted slightly from the pressure of the backward tilt of my head. 

My long waves of copper hair cascaded down my back and my arms rested quietly at my sides. He reached forward and snapped open one of the decorative nipple clamps, removing it from the sensitive tip of one of my breasts. A surge of pain flooded the nipple then immediately dissipated leaving the long purpled protrusion standing erect but slightly flattened. Repeating the gesture, he freed me of the clamps that I had myself put in place knowing they would arouse him as they did me. He cupped a breast and bent to suckle. 

My cunt flooded with moisture and heat as he drew the nipple into his mouth and rolled it on his tongue. He administered to the other nipple as well and I panted shallowly and moaned softly, arching my breasts as high and as firmly as I could to receive the fullness of the ecstasies offered by his mouth. The moist red bud of my clit hardened, rising from its hood and my inner lips flushed with color, glistening and protruding slightly from the soft frills of my outer lips. He pushed me back and slipped a long slender finger deeply into the tight orifice of my ass and plunged his thumb into the sopping cave of my pussy, bringing the finger and thumb together tightly for a moment then thrusting roughly into me with them both before releasing his grip and stepping into the courtyard of my open legs. 

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My lover is spectacularly masculine, possessed of breath-taking strength, stamina and appetite. He is, in equal measure, gloriously, mysteriously feminine. His body is perfectly toned and flexible. It is well proportioned though slight, finely muscled and wiry, without an ounce of extra flesh. He is athletic and poised and has a face as fair and smooth as that of a youth with clear blue eyes and small close-set ears. He wears his thick curly hair long in the manner of a nobleman or a pagan warrior from some long ago day yet can arrange it with seductive glamour as well. 

In terms of physical beauty he embodies in perfect balance the best of both worlds of the masculine and feminine. His demeanor fluctuates between submission and domination, shy girlish coyness and brash manly control. He has flawless white skin, shapely long legs and slender feet, chiseled buttocks and a flat adolescent look to his abdomen. 

His chest is hairless in the manner of an erotic masculine angel and his nipples are tiny, hard and erect in small circling pools of dusty rose. The muscles of his small masculine breasts are flexible enough that they can be made to suggest an adolescent femininity or can be padded with gel inserts in the artifice of bustier and brassiere to simulate the orbs of a more ample woman. The deception is flawless so well does it complement her natural beauty and posture when she so wills it. When squeezed and sucked her breasts are fabulously convincing and her body responds provocatively, her nipples flushing and hardening and elongating in feminine perfection to which she adds the subtle realism of the utterances of pleasure she emits when they are handled.

His shoulders are strong and powerful when he elects to present the posture of martial assertiveness and soft, curved and demure when she presents the posture of Venusian receptivity. His back is straight and his hips narrow. His arms are handsomely muscled but do not bulge vulgarly. They suggest fitness and grace. Her limbs and the hollows beneath her arms are clean shaven and smooth and unblemished in any way. He is clean and his scent is natural and fresh.

The down above his sex is fair and soft and neat. The shaft of his penis is perfectly straight, beautifully shaped and proportioned. His cock is neither gross nor coarse in endowment nor is it lacking in substance and size. It is an utterly flawless study in masculine efficacy and utility. His manhood is colored lustily in a sandy skin hue rising to warm, ruddy tones, artfully circumcised with a perfection of flare to the head. His testicles hang symmetrically and are two well-weighted and shapely plums in a supple suede bag of tender, blushing, musk scented skin. He can wield his sword of flesh with an artful mastery and seems a virtual endless fount of technique and skill. When he cums the volume of his ejaculate is thick, profuse and plentiful and tastes of vitality.

His buttocks are high and firm and perfectly rounded and separate to reveal the perfect cocoa-pink rose of his tightly closed anus, the gateway to his accommodating rectum and belly. He employs all of his endowments and charms, whether male or female in temperament, with creativity and equal enthusiasm. He exudes sexuality, eroticism and the epitome of the carnal with subtle undercurrents of fantasy, intrigue, tenderness and romance. Imagine a feminine being capable of docility, sweetness and softness, the desire to be dominated and mastered, one who lives to serve, who is a pet, a girl, a toy but one who can turn about upon her own or her partner's whim and become a harlot, a dominatrix or a wily vixen. Then imagine this same kaleidoscope of femininity also able and willing to transform into a satyr of nearly unending masculine prowess of tongue, lips, hands and cock, one who is nimble and spirited and proud, who can seize and conquer and bring forth from his lover the pinnacle of her pleasure. Imagine the genders fluctuating in one body like sun-heated water or smoke or flame, co-existing one moment and coming to prominence, one or the other, in the next moment. This is John. This is Joni. 

My own appeal is bountiful. I am fair skinned, dappled with small freckles, shapely with generous soft hips and breasts, round firm buttocks and creamy smooth thighs. I have crystal blue eyes that sparkle with spirit and soft rose-colored lips. I can respond instantaneously to the dance of my partner's will and his choice of gender and I can also draw forth from my partner the desired virtues of the gender of my own choosing, enjoying my partner in the fullness of human possibility. I am bi-sexual yet monogamous and possess abundant appetite. John and Joni are thus my perfect loves and I belong to them as they belong to me.

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I grasped her narrow hips in my hands and pulled her to me. Her long wild curls framed her face, held back but slightly with a glittery, red elastic hair band. I ran my hands the lengths of the inside of her legs, from the insoles of the punishing 4 inch heels she wore to the root of his cock and cupped his testicles from behind, squeezing them gently. She wore a small white lace bra over modest false breasts that pressed tremulously against a short white nylon blouse knotted seductively just beneath the perky breasts. Her flat abdomen was white and smooth and plunged to the low waist line of a red plaid school-girl skirt that sat upon her narrow hips, itself little wider than a scarf. 

I asked her politely but with a lustful insistence to turn around and show me her backside to which she shyly but sweetly complied as I turned her by the hips with my hands to accomplish my desire. Fully half of her beautiful naked bottom was revealed, peeking below the hemline of her skirt and she arched her back, lifting her pert little ass saucily as she looked over her shoulder to admire herself in a full-length mirror. I asked her to bend over and spread her legs. I pushed them further still, just a fraction past her comfort zone. I murmured with admiration and ran my hands over her fleshy mounds, lifting her skirt and sliding her sheer red thong aside in an attempt to reveal the depths of the shady furrow between her cheeks. I separated her with my two hands, pulling her firmly apart and buried my face between her smooth buttocks and penetrated her hole with my tongue. I made the tip of my tongue hard and pointy and darted it in and out then flattened and softened it, licking her with long, stroking pressure, fore and aft, between her feminine asshole and his masculine balls. 

I reached forward and freed his swollen cock from the little under things and it bobbed up to attention, raising its head from under the tartan pleats of the little skirt. I continued to lick and suck her asshole until its bright pink inner color glistened and shown like satin and she moaned with pleasure. I turned her about and peeled apart the small joined strips of Velcro that kept the skirt closed while they also kept her sex readily available, removed the tiny garment and laid it aside. I slid her panties down her shapely legs and lifted her feet one at a time in the manner one might use upon a small pony. I drew the dainties over her high heels and removed them from her body. 

She removed her blouse and I reached into her bra and pinched her nipples and flicked them sharply twice to remind her that she was for my use. She moaned softly. I then tightly cupped her pretty natural breasts while taking the full length of his cock into my throat. I pulled his hips roughly toward me and created a bucking sensation that nearly gagged me with his length and hardness. I kissed and licked his balls. I sucked them gently and individually. I relished them. I kissed his inner thighs. I barely held the head of his cock on my tongue, touching it only slightly with my lips, teasing it mercilessly then swirled my tongue around the very tip and sucked deeply and ran my tongue up and down the full length of its underside and up over the head quickly and tightly again and again. He grasped me by the hair and spoke crudely to me, exhorting me to take it deeper, suck it harder, calling me whore and gash and cunt, making my ardor flare spectacularly.

I removed my hands from her breasts and slid them to his ass cheeks where I squeezed firmly and aggressively. I encircled his upper thigh roughly in my hands and his cock swelled to a powerful size, rouged with the blood of engorgement, as I took long sucking pulls upon it. He reached down to pinch my swollen and elongated nipples and I became wild in my tonguing and sucking, devouring him, enflamed with passion for his cock and wanting every inch of it deeper and deeper in my throat. I worked him for a long delightful time and my clit pulsed with the pleasure that my nipples sent to it in waves of electric fire in response to his relentless fingers. 

Now and then as I sucked him my lips grazed the downy hair at the base of his swollen cock as I swallowed his member whole. I massaged his pubis area firmly with the hard tips of my fingers as I sucked and licked and deep throated him. He sighed pleasantries of encouragement and moaned softly. I encircled his balls and the base of his penis tightly with my thumb and forefinger pulling his balls tightly together and up against the underside of his penis where I could lick them on the up stroke of my tongue. I took him all the way inside my mouth and licked up and down the length of his shaft as I found and fingered his asshole. I could taste the fluid of his excitement and feel the intensity of his heat so I relented, stopping my ministrations to his manhood in order to spare him the rigors of courteous restraint for we had hours to go before he or I would be inclined to surrender to our orgasms. I told my pet to go and change her clothes and she obediently complied.

When she returned she was wearing a tight fitting plum-colored body suit with a satiny, slippery texture of feel, long sleeves and high French style leg openings that were cut to the level of her hip bones in front and revealed the entire length of the side of her buttocks and a goodly portion of her mounds from the rear. The satin fabric that formed the slight covering over the buttocks and crotch evolved into a swirling sea of complimentary colors as it reached and covered the breasts and shoulders. 

His penis was tucked securely between her legs and her silhouette was flawlessly feminine even to the suggestion of a female pubic mound which I caressed and admired lavishly. Her breasts were padded to perfection and protruded against the fabric, held aloft by a matching plum-colored brassiere that had a small chrome front closure. Her brave little breasts yielded compliantly to my touch. How I wanted to release them and suckle her nipples but I resisted for the moment. Her feet were displayed seductively in mottled silver toeless pumps with narrow chrome heels which caused her ass to be angled in a high and proud attitude because of the curve into which they thrust her back. Her hair billowed in a dreamlike vision of cloud about her shoulders. She took my breath away and I gasped with pleasure. She pushed me back against the large leather chair and fingered me and sucked one of my nipples bringing me quickly to the verge of my cum. I caught my breath in sharply and begged her to stop. She stepped away and reached down to lift a medium size valise that she had brought into the room with her when she returned.

The case was filled with sex toys, dildoes and vibrators, butt plugs and anal beads of various sizes and materials, bottles of lubricants, straps and leathers and ribbons, anal and vaginal probes, a blind fold, a strap-on harness and a wide Velcro cuff made to fit the thigh and hold a dong should anyone prefer to impale themselves, to hump and ride it. She arranged the toys artfully on a low table beside the futon platform. We would perhaps not use all the toys this particular night but Joni courteously presented me with a fine selection. We would fuck each other and penetrate each others' cornucopia of orifices in myriad ways. In a DVD player that was mounted next to a television at the height of the ceiling she inserted an erotic movie. She turned the sound off and whoever of us was the bottom in any given moment could look upon the rutting couples and became stimulated in yet another sensory forum. I looked her over and my heat reignited. Joni was so fine and beautiful, lithe and shapely. I wanted to possess her, to fill her and manipulate her body and also I wanted to be taken and mastered by her alter-ego, John, and fucked and probed and used.

Just then, however, I felt she needed to be punished as she was the naughtiest girl I had ever seen. Placing my own bare ass down upon a hard wooden chair which thrilled and aroused me as I felt its unyielding coldness against my warm flesh, I pulled her to me and took her over my knees. I spanked her hard and rhythmically with my bare hand, demanding that she count aloud as she took the force of each blow. Her snowy buttocks blushed with the punishment and by her count of ten were a bright cherry red and welts had formed. I helped her to stand and I caressed the hot little cheeks of her ass and reminded her condescendingly that it was my duty to discipline her. She hung her head and nodded remorsefully but I noted that her breathing was rapid and shallow in her throat and there was a bulging erection between his legs. I reached to unsnap the crotch of her body-suit in one swift movement.

I raised the satiny flap of fabric and freed the throbbing club it housed. I laughed from my throat in a derisive way and greedily pounced upon it and gobbled it hungrily as my cunt flooded and burned. Joni reached to select a long, prominent glass dildo with hot pink swirls of ribs and knobs situated in groups along its length. She asked me to lubricate it and I did so quite liberally. I sat back on a large leather chair holding it firmly over my lap with two hands as she placed herself over it, aligning her little asshole so prettily above it. I felt the pressure against my hands as she guided her daring little hole onto the tool, slowly at first but in a steady motion. I felt it slide in past her gateway and on up into her channel. I pushed it in further, assisting her efforts and plunging it deeply into her belly. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and rocked back and forth on it, impaling herself. 

I bent forward in the chair and John's huge boner rose to great my mouth and I took it between my lips and sucked it as I fucked Joni with the cold glass cock. I spoke to her in a low voice, urging her to ride it, to take that cock in deeply. I made her acknowledge how much she loves cocks, how much she loves being taken in the ass. I exhorted her to take it all and then I praised her when she did. She murmured in pleasure and reached to the table for a large natural looking flesh-toned silicone cock. As I fucked and sucked my little whore she put the new cock into her mouth and took it into her throat and sucked it wantonly and saliva leaked from the corners of her pretty little mouth. She craved cock so badly and seemingly could not get enough. She was almost to the point of cumming but again I stopped her. I ordered her to keep that glass cock in her ass but to go and change her clothes again. My own cunt was so wet and my clit was howling with need. I required this respite as much as Joni did. I helped her off my lap keeping the flat of my hand against the flange of the glass probe to keep it lodged in place as she moved. She clenched her ass cheeks tightly, closed her eyes again and her hips and buttocks undulated in enjoyment. I slapped her ass playfully and squeezed one cheek lovingly and she went again to her boudoir to change. 

As I waited I moved to the cold leather seat of a large recliner pressing my back and ass and thighs against its chilled upholstery for a few moments and then I pulled my knees up and spread my legs wide apart, exposing my hot clit to the cool air. I pinched it firmly between my fingers and felt it throb. I handled my own breasts and diddled the hardened buds of my nipples with my finger tips sending waves of sensation through my whole body. When Joni emerged she smiled as she saw my hands at play. She looked exquisite in a short midriff of shocking pink stretch lace with open lattices of ribbon at the sides that revealed the pale, vulnerable color of her flesh. In the front her tiny erect nipples stood up like hard little diamonds against the tight fabric and her diminutive breasts curved deliciously like those of a nubile young girl. Her ass cheeks were lifted and separated slightly by a minuscule pair of matching lace panties that rode low on her belly and more than half way up each of the twin pale moon lobes of her bottom. I could see the flange of the glass dildo and knew it was still buried deep within her ass. His semi-hard cock was neatly folded to one side under the snug fabric revealing its alluring outline perfectly.

I was so hungry for release, my cunt was bathed in my juices and the inner walls of my pussy constricted and throbbed. My Kegel muscles and asshole tightened involuntarily. My breasts surged up from my chest with each wave of breath I took and my swollen nipples were as plump and long as ripe mulberries.

John came to me and lifted one of my legs up over the padded arm of the chair. He kissed me deeply, forcing his tongue into my mouth and crushing my lips and he squeezed my breasts firmly in his hands. His cock was free from the lace panties and stood stiffly out momentarily before he plunged it into my cunt, thrusting in and out while sucking my nipples with a controlling ferocity. The angle of my elevated leg brought my clit in contact with his body in such a way that each thrust brought exquisite pressure and friction while my other leg balanced and helped hold me aloft to meet his thrusts. I heard the dull slapping of my wet cunt against his cock as it sucked his rod. I was barely able to push him away as I nearly succumbed to the abandonment of my welling orgasm, pulling myself back from the brink in the nick of time.


Harmony



He stepped back and arranged a large firmly padded back-rest pillow on the open futon and extending his hand to me led me into place with my back draped over it, my head thrown slightly back, my breasts thrust up toward the ceiling and he placed a second pillow beneath my hips. He selected a long clear glass dildo from the low table. It was eight inches long and formed in graduated bulbs that ranged from a modest knob the size of a small grape to one larger than a ping-pong ball. He lubricated it well and as I relaxed, breathing slowly, he eased it into my back-most opening, further and further until I began to writhe and buck against it. He pushed it in and then withdrew it slightly only to push it in again and again. It was cold and hard and heavy in my rectum and slid like satin, in and out, torturing me with pleasure. 

He reached once more to the table of toys and selected the largest gel dong in the collection, it was long and firm and fat and a garish purple color which made its size seem all the more threatening. This he lubed as well and placing the tip of this cock teasingly against my cunt lips, he rubbed it against my erect clit and up and down just inside my parted labia driving me wild and causing me to strain my cunt against it as though to grab it for myself. 

He thrust it firmly inside, up to the hilt in one deft motion and swung his legs over me bringing his ass up to my face and lying his body full length along mine in the sixty nine position. I took his cock in my mouth and pressed my hand hard against the flange of the dildo that impaled his ass as I rocked back and forth with the motion of the twin cocks that split my body. The pleasure was so intense that I lost my sense of self completely and was lost in a sea of sensation where the line between my self and my lover had totally vanished. My clit was fully engorged and protruding and as he worked the tools in my orifices like a maestro he touched it with his fingers and I exploded involuntarily in a volcanic eruption of orgasm that shook me to my core. It cascaded from me in delirium-like wave on wave and I lost all control and cried out exhorting the gods, whimpering and laughing insanely and breathing in short broken gasps, all the while keeping the fullness of his cock lodged in my mouth. When he sensed I had spent myself he extricated himself and left the room as I lay there in my bliss of afterglow.

It is my common practice to elect the time of my orgasm for myself. I enjoy the control and I like to ride John's cock, drawing it up against my g-spot as he takes deep pulls on my nipples with his lips and tongue. I tell him that I want to fuck him and then as he lies back against the pillow I mount him, spreading my own lips and force my pussy down over his shaft. I beg him to thrust hard and to hold his cock erect while I grind on it, back and forth, in long draws that descend to small tight circles pin-pointed on my clit. I like to cum against his cock, coating his balls with my juices. I then like to take him into my cunt while it is still dripping and draw his load of cum to the surface while roughly grabbing his breasts. When he is close to his release he pulls out of my cunt and plunges into my mouth as I grab his ass cheeks in my hands, pulling him all the way in to the base of his manhood. I suck his cock deeply and rhythmically as he shoots his load in my throat, three, four or five long pulses of thick, hot cum and growls like a beast in his ecstasy. I swallow appreciatively, licking my lips to get every drop. However, tonight, John has surprised me and delighted me by seizing control of my clit and my cum and I know that this means he expects something splendid in return.

He returns to clean me with heated and scented damp cloths, smoothing my hair and feeding me a dark chocolate truffle which melts on my tongue as he lays out my clothing. He waits silently, his eyes locked on me as I dress myself in tight black leggings and a black satin shelf bra which heaves my breasts aloft and forces my nipples outward beneath a sheer black blouse with tiny cap-sleeves and a mandarin collar. It is short and close fitting and exposes my flat belly and the small button of my navel. I wear a small, black wool beret over my unruly burnished hair and pull on a thin pair of black kid-leather driving gloves and a long black wool overcoat. I tell John we are going out for a drive and he is to dress himself accordingly while I bring the car around.

When I return with the black Mercedes she is waiting in the alcove of the doorway, looking petite and vulnerable in a short pink dress made in some Middle-eastern country from a silken fabric that clings to her body and hushes softly with her movements. It is sleeveless and shirred in the front with ornamental appliqués of braid arranged artfully in swirls and flourishes and accented down the center along its full length with a row of tiny fabric covered buttons. I have seen this dress before as it is one of my favorites and so I know she also wears a childish pair of ruffled panties and a tight pink bra. A tight-fitting dog collar of hot pink nylon webbing draws attention to her elegant neck. A single sterling silver heart dangles over her throat from a ring in the front of it. A silver buckle fastens it around her neck while a long pink nylon leash is clipped to a second silver ring at the back of the collar. 

I step from the car and enter the alcove where I take a dainty white cashmere sweater from her hand and help her ease into it. It is baby soft and short and fits her snuggly. From behind, I cup her breasts affectionately in my hands and run them along the outline of her ass savoring the smoothness of the fabric as my hands slip over her curves. I pull on her leash close to the collar and turn her face toward me and kiss her possessively on the mouth. I let the leash slide through my fingers giving her the freedom of a small amount of its length and pushing the door open I pull her behind me through the archway and out into the canopied drive-way. I open the back door of the car for her and she steps inside sliding over the seat revealing her long shapely legs and high spiked hot pink pumps of paten leather and a fleeting view of her crotch. I pull her dress up behind her so she is sitting directly on the cool leather seat and close the door.

I do not speak to her since even so fine an animal as she cannot be expected to converse but I glance at her in the rear-view mirror and I see her hands are folded nervously in her lap and her breathing is somewhat labored, her painted lips are parted and her cheeks are flushed. Occasionally she closes her eyes softly bringing her long lashes down in a black fringe against her pale face but mostly she stares quietly out the window in an aire of fated submission. I drive a short way through the city into the university district and pull up in the car port of a stately old ward home. A butler in a formal tailcoat opens the door for me and as I emerge he opens the door for Joni as well. I reach to take up her leash and help her from the car. 

We follow the butler in through a set of heavy double doors and walk down a long polished hallway to enter a well-appointed drawing room where stands a tall, elegant and severe looking, older but virile man with steel grey eyes and dark hair accented with silver at the temples. He is dressed in a splendidly tailored shadbelly tailcoat, a knotted cravat, tight-fitting riding trousers tailored with small buttons along the top of a front panel in the manner of Victorian fall-front trousers and tall black leather riding boots. He and I nod at each other in greeting and Joni averts her eyes and waits in silence, tightly at heel at the end of her leash. A fire is crackling in the fireplace; the curtains are drawn so the room is lit only with the ambient light of the flames. 

I play out the full length of the slack in the leash and step away from Joni so that our host may examine her freely. He steps close to her without touching her and peers at her body. When he bends to examine her buttocks I pull on the leash so that she must bend forward allowing her ass cheeks to separate a little. As he moves to the front I pull back on the leash taking her off balance so that she is forced to spread her legs to steady herself and the gentleman peers between her thighs and up under her dress, nodding almost imperceptivity but with approval. His face is so close to her body that I know he can perceive her scent and he seems to breathe it in over his tongue through his lightly parted lips. He forces her head back, raising her chin from underneath with the tips of his thumb and forefinger and turns her face from side to side, examining it. He takes the leash from my hand and pulls Joni to heel as he walks briskly in long strides forcing her to trot beside him around the large room.

When he has finished putting her through her paces and they have completed the circuit thrice they stand before me and I observe that Joni is breathing in shallow gasps and fine beads of perspiration mist her upper lip. Our host speaks in an emotionless and authoritative voice telling me to remove Joni's clothing but leave the bra and heels. When I do this he then orders me to remove mine as well also leaving only the shelf-bra and my heels. He commands me to release his cock from his trousers and I unbutton them carefully, folding down the panel of fabric that covers his member, revealing a long, thick phallus with a tightly swollen head protruding massively above a loose scrotum holding the two firm eggs of his cum-loaded testicles. Joni shivers as her eyes take in its magnificence. He steps up behind her and pushes her forward bending her in half at the waist. Her long hair falls forward and covers her face. 

He nudges her mounds apart with his face and places his tongue between her ass cheeks, holding her securely by the hips and I notice that she instinctively arches her back lifting her little hole to his lips. He moistens it liberally with his tongue, sliding it up and down her crack and kissing her cheeks gently. He pulls her cheeks wide apart and she is gasping now in deep breaths as she trembles. She is wet but he lubes her more generously with his saliva and then pushing her head still lower, with his hand at the base of her neck thus raising her buttocks higher, he inserts his cock into her hole and thrusts in past her sphincter. She cries out and he thrusts deeper still until he is buried in her belly up to the hilt of his cock. She bucks against him, throwing aside her affectations of innocence and struggles to get as much of his cock to fill her body as she possibly can. She reaches back and tugs at his thighs which are still housed in his trousers, breathing in loud bursts of passion as she moans. 

I had wanted to reward my girl with true domination to be followed by the mastery of a hard cock that I knew she craved. I knew she desired the complete transformation to womanhood for a precious brief time. Now it is my delight to see her savoring his cock as it pumps her hard from behind. It arouses me unspeakably.

As our host fucks Joni's ass I see that John's cock has swollen and that it stands straight out, the veins engorged like cables around its girth and its haughty head darkly flushed. I position myself in front of him and bend double so he can tongue my ass hole and lubricate it. I feel the rhythm of our host's thrusts as John grasps my hips and applies his tongue to my hole. I slide my ass onto his cock and ram hard against it. He emits a low guttural cry and takes me fully. 

Our host sets the pace of our rhythm, fucking Joni so hard that I can feel it in my own ass. It is as though he wears Joni like a condom and is truly fucking me. John's thrusts match our host's perfectly and he is sandwiched between us burying his tool in me while being impaled by the huge cock of our host, taking pleasure as deeply as possible in both directions. My hand finds my clit and I roll it roughly between my fingers bringing myself off just as our host erupts inside Joni causing her to explode uncontrollably, rocked by her own powerful orgasm. Joni is filled with copious wads of hot cum as I knew she longed to be and John fills my ass with his creamy load. Our host pulls out, staggering back into a high-backed leather armchair and closes his eyes. Joni falls to the thick soft alpaca rug on the floor, curls into a ball, totally spent, with her eyes closed. I kneel beside her and bend to her ass and lick up our host's cum as it leaks from her still slightly open ass hole. I lay down beside her with my arm over her shoulder, spooning her as I luxuriate in the moment.

Soon the butler returns handing us soft terry robes and leads John and me to a Turkish bath where we are attended by our host's staff. Sated and refreshed, we wait briefly as the car is brought round for us. John, dressed in jeans and a soft camel-colored chamois shirt, drives us home as I sit beside him on the front seat wearing a long swirl of a gypsy skirt and a loose forest green sweater. At home we snuggle happily together in our bed where we fall asleep in each other's arms in the sweetness of our unique harmony.



Harmony



I want to profusely thank BGMISFUN for all of the fantastic help with editing this story. Any errors are completely my own.

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"He's a self-centered, egotistical, unattainable perfection-seeking, elitist, entitled, self-righteous asshole, that's what he is," Ava nearly shouted through the phone at her best friend Phoebe, who was trying to calm Ava down.

"Well, assuming I am none of those things, can you please stop shouting at me?" Phoebe replied.

Ava took a breath. "Sorry, Phoebs. He is just without a doubt the most frustrating person I've ever had the misfortune of working with."

"If he's so frustrating, why do you keep working with him?"

"Because possibly the most irritating thing about him is he's actually good. Really, extraordinarily good. Our voices sound amazing together, and he makes me a better singer. I just wish he could do that without turning me into a psychotic ball of homicidal rage."

Ava flopped onto the couch and looked forlornly out of her apartment window. She had moved to the big city about a year ago to try and make a career for herself as a singer. She never really dreamed of fame, as she hated to perform. But she did love to sing, and she could see herself becoming successful as a studio musician. She would get to work with amazing producers and musicians and not ever have to actually go on stage. The thought of performing in front of large groups of people made her sick to her stomach.

The apartment had been a gift from God, it seemed. It was her aunt's, and she had recently decided to move to Europe to be with her new beau. She had agreed to rent it to Ava for an extremely reasonable price, given its location and size. It also came fully furnished, and Ava's aunt had expensive tastes. It was a beautiful place with a great view, something which Ava had come to appreciate as a method for calming down. The windows were floor to ceiling overlooking the river, and Ava loved sitting in front of them at twilight, watching the city come to life. It had also given her the occasional view of couples in the twin building. She was sure these people thought that at this many stories up there was little to no chance of being seen, but Ava had been privy to more than a few live sex scenes.

She tried to order her thoughts as she looked out on the city skyline, reflected in the river many stories below. But every time she landed back on the reason she was so worked up, and she started to feel the rage bubble up again. She felt her jaw clench, and tried to take a few calming breaths.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Ava asked.

"No reason," she responded quickly. Ava knew that wasn't true.

"Spit it out, Phoebs."

"Well," she started slowly, "It just seems like you may be overcompensating."

"Like, I really like him, but I'm just putting up this 'hating him' façade to fool others or myself, and one day we're going to be in the middle of a heated argument and we'll suddenly end up kissing passionately before he takes me right there on the piano?"

"Something like that."

Ava rolled her eyes. "You watch too many movies, my friend."

The next day, Ava was back in her voice coach's studio. They were waiting, as usual, for Liam. Liam was the cause of the rant yesterday, as he had been on many other days. Her voice coach, Jolene, had suggested that they team up and they had been practicing together for about six months. Vocally, it was a match made in heaven. Liam's rich baritone perfectly complemented Ava's mezzo soprano voice, and they had many a passerby stop in just to listen to them rehearse. In terms of personality, however, Ava couldn't think of anyone who was a bigger waste of space.

Ava had come from a working class background. Her parents weren't poor, but they weren't raking it in, either. Her father worked as a general manager at a restaurant and her mother was an elementary school teacher. She had three brothers, all older than she was. It meant that she was definitely the apple of her father's eye, and he and her mother had made every effort to encourage her singing. Ava knew there had been sacrifices so that she could remain in lessons, and she appreciated it more then she was able to ever put into words. She was smart and had worked hard and eventually earned a scholarship to a prestigious university to study voice. While she was there, she had met her fair share of kids who had never had to worry about money. They were the ones with the nice cars, who partied every weekend because they could afford to retake a class they had been too drunk or hung-over to attend. Ava had taken a lot of teasing from those kids. Her focus had always been her schoolwork and her voice. She couldn't afford to waste her time here; she had a scholarship to maintain. She got a job bartending at a local hangout to give herself some spending money, and had to spend every weekend being degraded by the same people who would ask her for her help studying once they realized how far behind they were. She had been so relieved to graduate that she had almost cried.

But graduate she did, near the top of her class. A couple of weeks later, the opportunity came up to move here, and she had some connections from university who had put her in contact with her current voice coach. She had been lucky Jolene had decided to take her on, as she ran one of the most sought after voice studios in the city. Nothing made her feel more comfortable than singing. It was where she could relax and let go of everything. At least, until Liam entered the picture.

Liam represented everything she was glad to have escaped when she graduated. His family was very wealthy, so Liam had grown up having been given everything he ever wanted. He was the stereotypical rich kid, the one who walked with the swagger of someone who had everything but didn't have to earn it. He was consistently late for rehearsals, he rarely practiced, and he wore a very annoying smirk on his face most of the time. He also loved to mock Ava for her roots, taking every opportunity to jab at her background.

Ava just returned every volley with as much venom as she could muster. She wanted to appear disinterested, like nothing he said bothered her, but he just got under her skin so quickly. He knew it too.

Finally he walked in, 15 minutes after practice was supposed to start.

"Everybody miss me?"

Ava rolled her eyes. "Like that's possible."

"Oh, come on, Berry. I know you secretly love me. Your little romantic heart is just waiting for a bad boy like me to sweep you off your feet."

"You know, I may have underestimated just how delusional you are."

"Your words hurt, Berry. On the inside."

He had started calling her "Berry" during their first lesson together, supposedly after her strawberry blonde hair. If it was anyone else, she might have actually found it a little endearing. From Liam, she wanted to slap him every time he said it.

"If you only had a heart."

"If you only had a brain."

"I think we both know the reason we can't ever get along is precisely because I have a brain. I'm not your type. You like 'em short, dark and stupid."

"How did you know who I did last night? Are you following me?"

"Chalk it up to my impressive powers of deduction, or your limited options for sexual partners. Take your pick."

"I think we both know I've never really lacked in the partner department, Berry."

"Only because they don't know you like I do, Princess."

Jolene finally stepped in, clearing her throat. "I think enough time had been wasted for today. Let's get on with it."

After the lesson, Ava stayed behind to chat a bit with Jolene. Of course, the conversation soon turned to Liam.

"You know, you're going to have to come up with some kind of coping strategy to deal with him."

"I do have a strategy. Utter contempt and loathing."

Jolene sighed. "Look, I know he's not your cup of tea," Ava gave an unladylike snort. "But I've been meaning to talk to you about something. There's a concert coming up in about three months. It's a big one, Ava. It's for a huge non-profit, so there will be lots of publicity, celebrity endorsements, that sort of thing. They've asked me to contribute, and I recommended you and Liam."

Ava was speechless for a moment. "But, I..."

"I know you hate performing in public. But this is going to be a great way to get yourself out there. You can't work even as a studio musician if you have no connections. You and Liam are my best students, and your voices together are magic."

Ava took a deep breath. She knew Jolene was right. She knew that even as a studio musician, there would still have to be occasional live performances.

"Yeah, okay. I'm in. What do you need from me?"

Jolene looked slightly abashed. "Well, this is why I mentioned a coping strategy. You're going to have to spend a lot more time with him. You're going to be performing four songs, all of which need to be learned and rehearsed ad nauseam. I'll be working with you daily, except weekends."

Ava gawked at her. "Daily?! I have to put up with that entitled jackass daily?"

"Just for a few months. Then you'll be so busy with your super-hot career that you probably won't even have time for me."

Ava looked over her glasses at Jolene. "Please. Like that will ever happen. Have you talked to Liam about this?"

"A couple of days ago during his private lesson. He seemed pretty excited about it."

"Of course he did." Ava rolled her eyes. "Like he would pass up the opportunity to present himself as God's gift to the world."

Jolene reached out and put her hand on Ava's shoulder. "Seriously. You're going to need to change your mind about him, at least a little bit. If you don't, you're going to be too stressed out to perform, and he shouldn't have that much control of your mind."

Ava gave Jolene a hug. "Thanks, Jo. I appreciate the advice."

When she left the classroom, Liam was waiting for her. "So, I hear we're going to be spending a lot of time together."

"So I'm told."

He fell in step beside her as she walked. He was several inches taller than she was, something she didn't find often given that she was just shy of six feet herself. The other really frustrating thing about Liam was that he was ridiculously good looking. When she had first met him, she had been a little dumbstruck. He had dark brown, almost black hair, which was always meticulously styled. It was slick but not immovable, very 1940's old school glamour. His eyes were a shocking shade of blue. Dark hair with light eyes had always been a preference of Ava's, so when he walked into that first rehearsal she had blinked a few times and tried her hardest not to stare at him. Then he had opened his mouth and any attraction had vanished almost instantly.

"It's okay. You don't have to say it. I know you're actually really happy to have an excuse to see me every day."

"Yeah, I'm super excited on the inside. Oddly enough, it feels very similar to nausea."

"Strange, that's not the usual effect I have on women."

"You'd be surprised. Whether it's sooner or later, I'm pretty sure they all eventually feel this way."

"I doubt it. You know, Berry, you are a bit of an enigma to me."

"Because I didn't let you into my pants 15 minutes after meeting you?"

"I'm insulted. It takes me no longer then 10 minutes, tops. Oh my God, is this your car?"

They had reached what was indeed Ava's car. It was a 1995 Toyota Corolla. Ava was instantly defensive.

"Yes, because this is what people who have to work for a living drive. If you think it's such an eyesore, feel free to use your daddy's money to buy me a new one."

"I think I'll save that money to spend on a girl who puts out. Have a good night, Berry. See you tomorrow."

With a wink and a kiss, he turned and sauntered away. Ava glared at his retreating back for a moment, then got in her car and slammed the door. She took a few deep breaths to calm down. She had to figure out a way to keep Liam from getting to her like this, or the next few months were going to be hell. After she had cleared her head, she started the car. She did have to get to work; a bartending gig that paid pretty well when you counted the tips drunken guys would give to busty girls. A little flirting, a little batting of the eyelashes, and presto! A nice $50 tip.

It did gnaw at her that she was using her body to make money in a way, but she had decided a long time ago that a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. She actually liked the job. The girls she worked with behind the bar were great, and her boss, David, was really easy to get along with. He was also a total hottie. The one thing Ava had discovered since she moved to the city was an impressive sex drive. She had been a bit of a wallflower in university, not that she would have had the time to socialize if she had wanted to. Now that she was completely on her own, she had discovered that she really liked sex.

One of the reasons she had been a bit reserved was because of her body. Now she discovered that it was in no way a hindrance to her sex life. She was what most would consider "plus-size," but she was fit and healthy. She ate well and worked out almost daily. She had grown to love her body, even if it wasn't what would fit into the mould of traditionally beautiful. It was strong, and she discovered that it was confidence that attracted men to her, not wearing a size 2.

She and David had good chemistry, and she knew he was interested in her. He would keep her late after work so they were the only two people left to close up the bar. She didn't really mind. He was fun to be around and was never pushy about wanting to be with her. One night, she got a bit carried away, and she and David had a rather hot and heavy makeout session in the bar. It hadn't progressed past that, and she had apologized the next day, saying it was better for them to remain friends. She didn't want to jeopardize the job, or their friendship. Still, she spent a fair amount of time at work fantasizing about having David turn her around and fuck her at his desk. The problem with so many of Ava's fantasies was that, while within the realm of possibility, she was way too practical to act on them. She knew in her head that having sex with her boss was a massive mistake, so she made sure that she was more careful from that point on.

The next few weeks were difficult for Ava. Between work, the gym, and daily practices with Liam and Jolene, she was getting pretty run down. Because of this, her temperament had gone from its usual snarky but still fun to downright bitchy. In turn, her verbal sparring with Liam had taken a pretty nasty turn. Jolene had actually worked with them separately a few times, because nothing was getting accomplished during their practice times. Finally during a session, it all came to a head.

"What the hell is your problem?" she yelled at Liam when Jolene stepped out of the room to take a call.

"What do you think? You are my problem. It's insulting to have to lower myself to even working with you." Liam yelled back, taking a step closer to Ava.

"Oh, poor little rich boy. Having to sully himself by rubbing up against the unwashed masses. That must be rough." Ava sneered. Not one to back down, she stepped toward Liam.

"You're a hack. Just some little no-talent who was able to sleep her way into a university voice program."

Ava grit her teeth. "Better than buying my way in with Daddy's money. You've never had to earn a thing in your lazy, useless life." They were practically face to face at this point.

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

And then, just like Phoebe had said, Liam kissed her. He brought his lips to hers with force enough to hurt, roughly using his tongue to probe into her mouth. Before she could think about it, she had wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close. He reached around, grabbed her ass and pulled her as close to him as possible. From there, she could feel his cock start to get hard and strain against his jeans.

Suddenly she came to her senses and pushed Liam away. He looked startled, as though he was also surprised at what had just happened. They stood there for moment, each of them breathing heavily. Just then Jolene walked back in.

"Oh, no blood. Excellent." She walked over to the piano and sat down.

Ava was trying to get her thoughts together. What had just happened? Why had Liam kissed her? Even worse, why had she responded? She hated Liam. She really did, and yet, that had been a fantastic kiss. She would never admit to Phoebe that she may have been right, but it was possible that passion was passion.

Ava tried to clear her head. She didn't want to have to tell Jolene what had just happened, and if she was lost in a daze for the rest of the lesson, Jo would definitely notice that something was wrong. It was still an awkward lesson. Liam stared at her for most of it but Ava was determinedly avoiding eye contact. She absolutely did not want to see some kind of self-satisfied smirk on Liam's face, like he had won some kind of battle because she clearly wanted him in some way.

As soon as the lesson ended, Ava practically ran out of the room. She didn't want to talk to anyone. She just wanted to go home, open a bottle of wine (although something stronger wasn't out of the question), and relax. Thank God she had that evening off; she would have been useless at work. As soon as she walked through the door of her apartment, she started in on the wine. She ran herself a bath and lit some candles. As she sat in her tub with her glass, she really mulled the events of the afternoon over. As much as she wanted to put it out of her mind, she found she couldn't. She knew she would have to deal with it somehow, as she was still working daily with Jolene and Liam. She decided the best thing to do was just to talk to Liam directly about it. She would tell him it was a mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment, and they would never be doing it again.

Once she reached that decision, she allowed herself a moment to think about the physicality of the kiss. It had been pretty damn good. She had always favored hard and rough over soft and sweet in terms of a sexual style. Liam also obviously knew what he was doing. When Liam had pulled her close, she could feel everything. She felt the hardness of his abs, the strength of his arms, not to mention his dick. That had felt pretty good, if she were honest with herself. She liked that Liam was aroused by her. She felt sure that this was against his better judgment, the same way it was with her.

She sighed as she got out of the tub. Honestly, it was a shame that she disliked him so much. She was betting he would be a pretty good time in bed. This also could really complicate things at the studio. She was hoping that Liam would behave like an adult about it. She wasn't holding her breath.

Just as she was sitting down in her living room in her robe with a book, the doorbell rang. The building's super had said he might drop by that night to check on a leak that Ava had complained about, so she got up and opened the door. There stood Liam.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ava. She was shocked to see him standing there, to say the least. "How did you get into the building? Someone has to buzz you in."

"I came in with another tenant; I told him I had forgotten my keys in my place and my neighbor had a spare but he wasn't answering." Liam was already looking over her shoulder as he answered. "May I come in?"

Ava stepped aside reluctantly and waved him in. He walked over to the window and looked down, then turned around and gave the apartment what was clearly an appraising look. "This is a nice place you have. Great view."

Ava hadn't moved from the door, nor had she closed it. "Thanks. Now seriously, what are you doing here?"

"Not to sound too condescending, but how do you afford it?"




Harmony



"It's my aunt's. She's in Europe and she's renting it to me for a ridiculously reasonable price. What are you doing here?"

"So you do have some money in the family. Interesting."

"I'm not going to ask you again, Liam. Tell me what you're doing here or get out."

"I came to talk about the kiss." Liam looked casually over at Ava. "I figure we should just get it out of the way."

Ava finally closed the door. "Good, I agree. Obviously that can never-"

Before she could finish her sentence, Liam had crossed the room in two quick strides and silenced her with his mouth on hers. This kiss wasn't as rough, but there was still force behind it. This time though, Ava didn't kiss Liam back. She pulled away from him, her breathing having increased quite a bit. She knew her heart rate had gone up, and she knew she was now slightly damp. It seemed her better judgment was put on hold when he kissed her.

He looked at her expectantly. He probably knew this would end in one of two ways: either she would kick him out or she would give in and sleep with him. He seemed to be waiting for her to make her decision. When she didn't say or do anything, he stepped closer to her again. Ava's mind was racing. She knew she had to make up her mind. Her brain was screaming at her to ask him to leave, to just open the door and gesture him out. The problem was that her brain was quickly being drowned out by her body. Her eyes roved over Liam's abs, his shoulders, his arms, back to his face and those dazzling blue eyes. What if, just this once, she allowed her common sense to be overruled? What if she just told her brain to shut up and took the plunge? He took another step toward her, bringing them face to face. She tried to step back, but she found herself up against a wall. He leaned in slowly, and she made her decision.

She brought her lips up to meet his. He quickly responded, wrapping one hand in her damp hair and using the other to reach down and grab her ass. His kissing quickly went from slow to fast, soft to hard. He wanted her, and she reciprocated. She wanted him badly. She practically tore his shirt off in her haste.

"Whoa there, Berry. Those shirts aren't cheap," he said, smiling.

Ava pulled back briefly. "Shut up. If we're going to do this, we're going to do it knowing what it is. This is just fucking. We're not friends, we don't joke, we don't even talk unless it's directly related to what we're doing. There's no snuggling after. Also, no one knows what we're doing here. If you can live with that, we can keep going. If not, don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

He kissed her hard as a reply. She responded, reaching down with her hand to feel the bulge of his dick. She gave him a good grab, causing him to jump a little.

He lifted her up with ease, briefly startling Ava. She wasn't used to men being able to do that, but she recovered in time to wrap her legs around Liam's waist. He carried her over to the kitchen counter and plopped her down without ceremony. She reached down and started to undo his belt, quickly dispatching it and opening his fly. Liam meanwhile was kissing and biting up and down her collarbone, making his way down to her breast. The robe she was wearing made access to her body easy. He grabbed her round tit in one hand and kissed a nipple, sucking it into his mouth roughly. He started using his teeth, making Ava lean back on the counter and moan.

Then Ava felt him play with her pussy lips, using the tips of his fingers to find the opening to her snatch. As soon as he found it, he had his cock out and lined up. He didn't even bother to take his pants all the way off, or to untie her robe. He produced a condom out of what seemed like nowhere, and had it on in no time. He rammed his dick into her pussy without preamble. It was bigger than she had been expecting and she let out a yelp, but he didn't stop or slow down. Now wet with her juices, he kept slamming his large shaft into her tunnel, over and over again.

For her part, Ava was pushing her pelvis onto Liam with all of her strength. She wanted to make sure every inch of him was inside of her. Oh my God, he felt so good. All of that hate, that intense loathing was being channeled into the sex and it was fantastic. They took turns biting and grabbing at each other, neither taking any sort of care to be gentle. She sat up straight and ran her fingers through Liam's carefully styled hair, tousling it and pulling him close.

"Fuck me harder, harder!" Ava whispered into Liam's ear. She gave it a little bite while she was there. He moved her ass right to the edge of the counter, allowing him to make sure that when they connected, it was practically bone against bone. He at no point stopped or slowed down. It actually hurt a little when he was in all of the way, but Ava loved it. She ran her hands over his well-defined abs, sliding her hands under his waistband to grab his ass and pull him in. She knew it was futile, he was already as close as absolutely possible, but the need was almost primal. She wanted to hurt him and be hurt by him. She wanted to possess him.

He seemed to feel the same. He had a handful of her hair in his fist, and she wasn't sure if he was even aware of how hard he was pulling it. It didn't matter. He dipped his head and bit her nipple. She cried out, and was rewarded with his mouth back on hers, quieting her cries with a rough kiss. He was still burying his cock in her, but he seemed content to leave it deep inside of her for longer. She reached around and raked her nails down his back. He arched his back and grunted a bit at the pain, but Ava saw a smile play at the corners of his mouth. He kissed and bit his way down her collarbone. She knew there would be marks there tomorrow.

"Lie on your back and rub your clit for me," Liam commanded. Ava did as she was told. As soon as she had her back on the counter, Liam was able to use her bent legs as leverage. Over and over again he stuffed his dick inside of her. Ava was amazed by his stamina. She had never fucked someone this hard for so long, and she was beginning to ache. She knew that it was going to be difficult to walk tomorrow. Still, she started to feel the familiar sensation of an oncoming orgasm. Her fingers were flying over her clit, and she gave herself over to the sensations now climbing from her pussy.

"Scream for me, baby. I want to hear you come," Liam said, himself speeding up to match her intensity.

Ava arched her back as the orgasm reached its crest. "Oh, fuck! Fuck yes, Liam!"

Moments later, Liam's balls contracted as he reached his own climax. He pushed his cock absolutely as far as it would go into Ava, leaving it there as he swelled and finished inside of her. They were still for a few moments, then Liam pulled out and Ava sat up.

Not a word was spoken as Ava retied her robe and Liam did up his pants. Ava had to admit that he looked damn sexy, with his hair tousled and that post sex blood rush around his body. He was almost at the door when Ava said, "Don't forget your shirt," as she held it out to him. He smirked as he took it from her hands, and with a wink, he was gone.

Ava stood alone in her apartment. Holy shit, she thought. What the hell did I just do? Her scalp was raw where he had pulled her hair, and her hips were stiff from having been spread apart for so long. Not to mention the pounding her pussy had taken. Literally. She knew that Liam had left with a few injuries of his own, from the nail marks on his back to the bite marks on his chest. That reminded her...

She went to the bathroom mirror and gasped. Her neck and chest were covered in red marks. Some of them had actually started to bruise. She hadn't really felt it at the time, but now that the endorphins were wearing off, they were starting to sting. In spite of all of this, Ava smiled at her reflection. She had been right. Liam was a good fuck. She thought about having to face him tomorrow at the lesson, and decided to just go about like business as usual. She was the one that said they were just fucking, so why should she change the way she acted? He was still an entitled asshole. He just happened to be an entitled asshole that was fantastic in the bedroom. Well, not quite bedroom, Ava smiled to herself. She gave the counter a quick cleaning, and went to bed.

When she woke up the next morning, her suspicions were confirmed. Her legs were immediately angry with her for having moved, and she very gingerly got up and walked to the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror, she knew it was going to be a scarf-wearing kind of day. She had bruises and red marks all over. She even had finger bruises on her thighs where Liam had grabbed her legs to use as leverage. She assessed the damage and smiled. It had been fun. She found her mood was better. It was amazing how much better getting laid could make one feel.

She threw on a dress and a light scarf to cover all of the evidence of the previous night's activities and ran out the door. When she got to the lesson that morning, Liam was already there.

"Wow, you're on time. Has Hell frozen over?"

"I just couldn't wait to see you, Berry."

"I'm sure. It must be the sparkling conversation."

"I'm ready for another round of 'conversation' anytime, Berry. Anytime." Liam wiggled his eyebrows. Subtle, he wasn't. She shot him a very dirty look.

"I don't have the time to school you, Princess. Some of us work."

"Speaking of which..." Jolene interjected. "Seriously, you two. Just sleep with each other and get it over with."

Liam and Ava quickly locked eyes and looked away again. Ava could feel a blush rising. Liam recovered first. "Maybe later. I've got better things to do, like getting a root canal. Or a prostate exam."

Ava busied herself organizing her music. Fortunately Jolene let it drop and they got to work. They were getting closer to the event; it was only six weeks away. She felt comfortable with all of the songs, but it was always nice to get in as much practice time as possible.

Jolene held Ava back after the lesson ended. "I've noticed you've been pretty uptight the last few weeks, but it was nice to see you more relaxed today."

Ava swallowed and tried as much as possible to keep her face neutral. "Thanks, finally got a really good night's sleep last night. Works wonders."

"Yeah, it does. Great job today, you're going to do great."

"Thanks."

Ava left before Jo could dig deeper. She absolutely did not want anyone to know that she had slept with Liam, least of all Jolene. Actually, scratch that. Least of all, Phoebe. She could hear her laughter from here.

As she walked down the hall to the exit, a hand reached out of one of the doors and grabbed her. Before she had time to react, she was face to face with Liam. In a broom closet.

"What are you doing?" Ava asked in her iciest voice.

"I just want to..." Liam let his sentence trail off as he removed her scarf. "I just want to see if I left my mark."

"So these are the equivalent of peeing on me and marking me as your territory?"

Liam didn't respond. He was running his hand over her collarbone. It was giving her goosebumps, and she felt her pulse start to rise. Dammit. She in turn lifted his T-shirt, and he raised his arms to let it come off. She could see that she had done a pretty good job on him, too. She turned him around by his shoulders and had to stifle a giggle. A couple of the lines where she had run her nails down had become welts. She had apparently used more force than she thought. She lightly touched one of the lines with her fingertip, and felt a sharp intake of breath.

"I guess we both marked each other up. So who belongs to whom?" Ava wondered.

Liam turned around. They were very close (being in a closet and all), and Ava was suddenly aware that Liam was already half-naked. Her chest was rising and falling with her breathing, which she was trying to keep slow and steady. She was failing. Liam was just staring at her, those brilliant blue eyes fixed on hers. He leaned in and kissed her. She moaned softly. It was like lighting a spark in a room of gasoline.

He broke away, and spun her around. It was fast enough to disorient her. She heard the telltale crinkling sound of a condom wrapper and barely had enough time to wonder if he just kept a few in his pockets at all times before he had pushed her dress up and panties aside and was inside of her again.

He moved all of her hair to one side, allowing him unfettered access to her neck. He was biting at her again; using his hands to grope under the neckline of her dress. Soon he had one breast firmly in his grasp, with the other hand around her waist.

She lifted one leg onto a shelf full of cleaning supplies, trying to give him as much access as possible. It hurt to be penetrated so soon after the rough sex of last night, but the adrenaline was obviously masking some of the pain. It may also have been blocking a certain amount of her common sense. Sex with Liam already felt like a drug.

Soon Liam moved his hand from her waist to reach down and start rubbing her clit. It almost wasn't necessary. Ava had never been brought to the brink so quickly before. Liam's size didn't hurt in that department; she had guessed him to be between eight and nine inches. She really hadn't had a good look at his cock; she was going by how it felt inside of her. Right now, it definitely felt like nine inches.

The new angle with him behind her hit her right in her G-spot, and she was already panting pretty hard when he started to finger her clit. After only a few moments she knew she was about to come. She clamped her mouth shut so she wouldn't be loud enough to call attention. Her whole body tensed up and she pushed up against Liam. She moaned as quietly as she could as she came. Liam never let up on her clit, extending her orgasm as long as possible. When she was finally done, Liam pushed her over so she was bent almost ninety degrees over the shelf.

He kept ramming her with his cock until he also came, shuddering slightly as he released in her. He gave her ass a little slap as he withdrew. She turned around to face him, replacing her scarf as she did so.

"Thanks for the stress relief." Ava said, smirking.

"Oh, is that all I am to you? Just some kind of release?"

"Is that a problem? Do you want to go steady?"

He threw his shirt back on and gave her yet another wink. "Maybe some other time."

"You do know that your wink is possibly one of the most annoying things that you do, right?"

"Yup," Liam said as he left the closet. Ava was once again left alone in a post-coital haze. She hadn't really expected to fuck Liam again. She thought it was just going to be a one-time thing, maybe something they needed to get out of their system. Still, it was fun. She had never had sex in a public location like this, and it had definitely added to the excitement. She carefully opened the door and made sure no one was in the hallway before she exited.

The next day, Liam was waiting for her in that closet again when she left the lesson. He was also waiting for her the day after that. Later in the week, he popped by her apartment around 11 p.m. He seemed to be good at getting in to her building without needing her to buzz him in. The sex was amazing. They rarely spoke, Liam adhering to the rules that Ava had laid down, but it seemed so unnecessary to talk. The sex spoke for itself. The chemistry was incredible.

After a couple of weeks of this, Ava felt sure she was going to have to sanitize every piece of furniture in her apartment before her aunt came home. They had pretty much "christened" every seat in the place. It was all beginning to blur together, but Ava was pretty sure they hadn't gone more than one day without fucking since that first tryst on the kitchen counter. They seemed to have toned down the physical bruising, but every encounter seemed to brim with passion.

Waking late one morning, Ava decided to go for a coffee at the shop around the corner. She had a few hours before her lesson, and she liked the atmosphere of the shop. It was a locally owned place, the kind where hipsters and young college students like to brag about finding. Ava just enjoyed the quiet. The owners knew her by sight, so they would often have her favorite brew going by the time she made it to the counter. Today was no different. She smiled at the barista as she grabbed her coffee, then found a quiet corner where she could sip away and read her book. After a few moments though, she realized she was rereading the same page over and over. Her mind kept flitting back to last night when Liam came over.

Around 11:30, Ava had found herself falling asleep on the couch. She woke long enough to notice what time it was, and decided to go to bed. Slightly to her embarrassment, she had realized she had tried to stay up just in case Liam would come over. She also realized that she was disappointed that he hadn't. Oh well, she thought. There will be other times. She had riled herself up at work that afternoon though, and had hoped that Liam would come over so she could fuck him senseless.

She and her boss, David, had been flirting pretty brazenly during her shift. She was slightly amazed that guys seemed to sense when a woman was getting laid, and it seemed to make them more appealing. Maybe it was just the confidence that came with regular sex, at least that was Ava's theory. She felt very sexy when she knew a guy wanted her. In this case, she knew both Liam and David wanted her. She thought that maybe flirting with David was not the greatest idea, but she had done it anyway. She knew that he was interested in more than just sex with her, but she had written her actions off as harmless. Maybe this made her a bad person. If nothing else, watching David's eyes rove up and down her body sure made her horny. So it came as a bit of a bummer when Liam hadn't showed.

Just as she was putting her wine glass in the sink, she heard that telltale knock on her door. How did he always manage to get in? She smiled slightly as she headed to the door and swung it open. There Liam stood, looking extremely sexy in a white button down shirt and jeans. His hair was slightly tousled, as though he had almost fallen asleep himself but decided to make the trip over here at the last minute. Ava didn't care. She was just glad he was here.

She grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled him in for a rough kiss. They barely had time to get the door closed before Liam had her robe off (rendering her completely naked) and was reaching into his pocket for that ever present condom. Before he could get it on, Ava dropped to her knees, undid his pants, and took as much of his shaft as possible into her mouth. Despite all of the screwing they had done, this was the first time she had given him a blow job. She had been thinking about it for a few days, and had made a split second decision. There was a very audible intake of breath from above her, followed quickly by moans and grunts. He grabbed a handful of her hair as she started to focus on the tip of his cock, keeping her mouth closed as she sucked as hard as she could in fast, even strokes. She would alternate this movement occasionally with taking him as deep as she could. Even she was surprised at how much of him she could take. Apparently her need to impress him with this blow job was stronger than her gag reflex. After a few minutes she felt his knees begin to tremble slightly, so she let up and took a breath. She didn't want to finish him off. She wanted to get fucked.

"Was that an orgasm I sensed building there?" she smirked as she looked up and met his eyes. "What, is this your first time, rookie?" Ava surprised herself by making jokes, as she herself had expressly forbidden it.




Harmony



Liam managed a weak smile. "You are astoundingly good at that. My God."

Ava felt very pleased with herself. She didn't have much time to savor the moment though, as Liam was moving her back toward the couch. He pushed her playfully and she fell back over the arm, giggling.

"I think that one good turn deserves another, don't you?"

Quickly realizing what he planned to do, she snapped her legs shut with enough force to surprise Liam.

"Oh no. That's a hard pass."

The hint of a smirk played at the corners of Liam's mouth, and he looked at her quizzically. "Why not?"

"I, just, I...I don't know, I just don't like it. It makes me uncomfortable."

Liam looked at her like she was an idiot. "That's just because you haven't had the right person on the giving end."

"No, it's not that. Maybe a little bit. But mostly it's just..." Ava could feel a blush rising. She really didn't want to say the real reason, but Liam just stood there looking at her expectantly. She set her jaw and spit it out. "I don't really know why anyone would want their tongue in there. I can smell myself from here, and I'm sure I'm super wet, and there might be stubble and I can't believe I'm telling you all of this so I'm going to shut up right now." She looked at the ground, determinedly avoiding eye contact. She felt a rustle, and looked up to see that Liam had knelt down so they were face to face. He leaned in and kissed her. Not a hard kiss, but a lovely soft kiss. She felt her body relaxing as she melted into him. He very slowly moved his hand down her body, until his fingers were lightly touching her pussy lips. He moved them ever so slightly, and brought them back to his mouth. Keeping eye contact with Ava, he licked just the end of his index finger.

Ava found herself far more aroused by that small action than she thought possible. She let her knees start to drift apart. Liam started to kiss her neck, slowly moving to her nipple and then further down. He said softly, "I've already seen what's down there, and there's nothing I want more than to bury my face in your soft, wet pussy and make you come." He had repositioned himself between her legs, so he ran his hands up her inner thighs and spread her open. Ava was still self-conscious, but she let Liam do what he wanted. She watched as he dipped his head, and then she felt her leg twitch involuntarily as his tongue started to dart over her clit. She leaned her head back and enjoyed the sensations. A lot. Her hips started move up and down as he ran his tongue over her clit, alternating between sucking it and using his tongue to flick it quickly. He slid one finger into her snatch, curling it to hit at her G-spot. It was quickly joined by another finger, then another. All of her self-consciousness was gone as the blood rushed around her body. He never let off of her clit, and she knew she was about to come.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck...Oh my God, Liam! I'm coming!"

She felt her pussy contract around his fingers, but he didn't stop or slow down. Soon she felt her body crest that familiar wave again. This time she grabbed Liam's head in her hands and forced his tongue away from her.

"Jesus, Liam. It gets sensitive!"

He grinned. "I know."

"Bastard."

Liam stood up and held out his hand for Ava. She took it and he lifted her off of the couch. It took a moment or two for her to gain her balance, and she wasn't sure what exactly Liam was doing. It also brought to her attention suddenly that she was completely naked and Liam was still practically fully clothed.

"Well, this doesn't seem fair," she said as she gestured down. She started to undo the buttons on his shirt, opening it to reveal the tanned skin and lean muscles underneath. A small rumble of appreciation brought itself involuntarily to the surface, which made Liam smile.

"You are a very pretty man," said Ava. "I hate to admit it, but damn."

"And you are a fucking beautiful woman," Liam responded. "C'mere." He led her over to the window, and then turned quickly so that he was behind her. She could see their reflection clearly, as it was dark outside. She knew that it would be very easy for someone in the twin building to see in, as she had personal experience with watching. She started to back up.

"Seriously, Liam. Someone could see us. I know it's far enough up where you don't think so, but they can totally see us from the other building if they were watching."

She backed right into Liam, who hadn't moved from his spot. He had taken his pants and boxers off, leaving him standing there in only the open button down shirt. He looked so sexy, Ava was having trouble breathing. He was also not moving toward her, ready to fuck fast and dirty and then leave. He stood there for a moment, looking at her reflection as he slowly ran his hand over her tummy, then up over her breast and to her jawline. He very slowly traced the line with his fingertips, leaving goosebumps on Ava. Her heart rate and breathing had sped up significantly.

"Let them watch," he breathed into her ear. "You look so hot when I'm inside of you."

With that, he moved his hand down so that he could guide himself between her legs. She propped one of her legs up on a nearby loveseat arm and felt him enter her. She gasped as he pushed the tip of his cock into her wet tunnel, and her body automatically ground itself back toward him. He wouldn't let her push herself onto him though. He seemed determined to control the speed they were fucking at. His left hand came around her rib cage and grabbed her full breast, and he played with her nipple while he slowly slid just the tip of his dick in and out of her.

She moaned, the feeling of wanting him to be all the way inside of her becoming almost physically painful. But whenever she tried to push back onto him, he would step slightly back and resume the light touching and shallow entry. Just when she thought she was going to have to pin him down, he suddenly rammed his full length into her.

"Oh God yes, fuck me, Liam, fuck me!"

But he didn't keep at it hard, like Ava expected him to. He slowly pulled himself out, and pushed himself back into her. He kept this pace for about a minute or so, very methodically pushing himself in and out of her wet tunnel.

"Rub your clit for me, baby. I want you to come all over my big dick."

Ava moved her hand down and started to move her fingers over her clit, hard. She had never wanted to orgasm so badly. Liam's foot had joined hers on the loveseat arm, and he has using the extra leverage to push his dick as far as he could into Ava. She leaned forward and put one hand on the window, with the other never leaving her clit. She threw her head back and caught a glimpse of what she had been nervous about.

"Liam, someone's watching us."

Sure enough, one of the tenants of the apartment in the twin building had stopped at their window to take in the show. They were too far away for any sort of direct eye contact, but Ava knew he was definitely seeing everything. Instead of the shame she had expected to feel, she felt a surge of arousal. It turns out she liked being watched, or at least she liked it at this moment. She may feel differently when she wasn't flooded with endorphins.

"Good. They can watch as I bury my cock deep into your pussy, making you come."

With that, he began to fuck her in earnest, not holding back with his speed or his length. He moved his hand from her tit to her clit, taking over where her fingers had been a moment before. She arched against him, running her fingers through his hair. His other hand closed over the one she had on the window and they moved in perfect synchronization until she finally felt herself crest that wave, the one that she had been so desperate to reach. Liam, however, was still pumping his dick in and out of her. Now that she had finally reached orgasm, she felt like putting on a bit of an act for the viewer across the way.

She rocked her hips, tossed her hair, and ran her hand down Liam's thigh. Liam was pretty sharp, and he caught on to what Ava was doing. "Making sure he really gets an eyeful, are we?"

"If he's going to watch, I'm going to make sure he's going to remember."

Liam pulled out of her briefly, and then bent Ava over the chair. This gave their voyeur a perfect profile view of Liam fucking Ava from behind. Resuming his steady rhythm, Liam reached forward and grabbed a small portion of Ava's hair, giving it a gentle tug. Ava felt a corresponding throb from her snatch. Might as well play this up, she thought. "I love it when you do that."

"Yeah?" growled Liam, giving it a harder pull. "What if I were to give you a good spanking?"

"Do it. Spank me."

Without letting go of her hair, Liam raised his other hand and gave her ass a really good slap. And it did hurt. But Ava was caught up in the show, not to mention the orgasm she could again feel building. "Is he still watching?"

"Yes."

"Spank me again."

Liam complied, not holding back at all. This was obviously something already in his repertoire. But man, did Ava like it. "Again!"

Ava moaned as Liam hit her a third time, and she threw her head back as she came again. Her pussy contracted around Liam's cock, causing him to speed up slightly.

"Oh, I can feel you coming again. That's it, baby. Come for me."

As the throbbing in her pussy started to subside, she felt Liam's balls contract as he hit his own climax. He groaned and kept his hands on her hips as he emptied his load inside of her. Finally he finished and they both collapsed into the loveseat, slightly sticky from sweat and their own personal juices. They lay there for a while before either really felt up to moving. Ava was enjoying the warmth Liam was giving off, and in her post-orgasm bliss, she was enjoying the feeling of having him close. Finally, Liam spoke.

"Do you mind if I shower here?"

Ava shook her head. "Not at all. Towels are in the closet next to the bathroom door."

Liam got himself up, then leaned in and gave Ava a long, deep kiss. He broke away smiling and she watched him disappear down the hallway. She was in trouble, and she had known it. Damn.

"Am I interrupting something?" Liam voice broke into her daydreaming. She looked up with a jolt, so caught up in reliving all of the details that she forgot that she was in a public coffee shop.

"What are you doing here?" Ava said loudly, more loudly than she had intended. She cleared her throat. "Sorry, that was loud. You startled me."

"I figured. You had this very doe-eyed, faraway look on your face. Not thinking about yours truly, were you?" Liam plopped into the seat across from Ava. Far from being annoyed though, she was pleased that he had shown up. She was definitely in trouble.

"In a manner of speaking. Parts of you, at any rate."

Liam had a knowing look on his face. "Naturally. I leave that impression. You know what they say, once you do Liam, you ... actually, I can't think of anything that rhymes with 'Liam'. I'm just really good in bed, we'll leave it at that."

Ava laughed. "Fair enough. So what are you doing here? This isn't really your neck of the woods."

"I actually came to see if you wanted to go for breakfast. I saw you leaving your building and followed you here. This place is great," Liam said, looking around.

"You wanted to take me for breakfast?"

"Well, Jolene called me and asked if I could let you know she needs to move our lesson up today. So I figured I would see if you were hungry after all of that energy exertion last night. I thought we could just grab a quick bite and head over there."

"Well, they have amazing scones here, if you just want to eat here."

"I think I will, Berry. Can I get you anything?"

"I'll have one too, thanks."

As Liam went to the counter to place their order, Ava tried to wrap her head around what was happening. Was it possible that something had changed for Liam too? This was not what she had intended to happen. Still, she couldn't deny that her feeling for Liam had changed. Not only did she not abhor the sight of him, she actually was starting to enjoy his company. What the hell?

By the time he returned, she had tucked her book and her thoughts away. There was no point in setting up any kind of hope, better to keep everything strictly physical. As they munched on their breakfast, conversation flowed easily. It turned out Liam had read the book that Ava had with her, and they were able to discuss the finer points. He actually was an avid reader, Ava found out.

Their conversation was going so well that they were almost late for their lesson. They made it just in time, thanks to Liam's questionable driving and fast car. They ran into the rehearsal space moments before Jolene got there. As they went through the songs one by one, Ava found it harder to look Liam in the eye during the performances. Singing a love song to someone you're starting to develop feelings for was unexpectedly awkward. Still, it was better than the venom-filled practices that had come before. In fact, their practices in general had become much more peaceful. Ava hadn't meant to treat him any differently, but she found that she couldn't really help it. She so enjoyed doing Liam that she was automatically nicer to him. They had tried for the first couple of weeks to keep up with the verbal sparring, but eventually it was just too much of a pain in the ass to try and pretend they hated each other when they clearly didn't anymore.

Today's practice had gone so smoothly that Jolene noticed. When it was over, she held Ava back to talk to her.

"So, what's going on?"

Ava felt her heart start to race a bit, but tried to keep her face neutral. "What do you mean?"

Jolene gave her what was obviously the "I'm-not-an-idiot" face. "You know exactly what I mean. You and Liam haven't been at each other's throats for a couple of weeks now. I thought with daily interaction you would both be crazy stressed and ready to kill, but you've been downright pleasant to each other."

"You were the one who said I needed to come up with a strategy for dealing with him."

"Yes, but he's not baiting you, either. He's been way less of an ass than normal." All of a sudden, Jolene's face went slack with realization. "Oh my God. That's why you showed up together today."

"What?" Ava said, her voice full of bravado she didn't feel.

"You're sleeping with him!" Jolene's face was full of both triumph in her realization and shock at the conclusion. "How long have you been ... you know?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Ava claimed, but she knew she was busted.

"Oh please. So, are you dating? Is this an actual thing? I thought you hated him!"

Ava was trying so hard to keep a straight face, but she finally let a small smile slip through. Her mind immediately went to the closet they had used fairly regularly, where Liam was probably waiting right now, and she knew she was blushing.

"I knew it! Well, I mean, I knew there was a certain amount of sexual tension, but I never thought you would actually fuck him! Oh, how is he? I've always thought he was really hot, but there's no way I could do anything with him, I would totally lose my job. A girl can dream though, or fantasize in my case. Is he big? I bet if nothing else he really knows what he's doing."

Ava conceded. "No, it's not a relationship. We're just fucking. Yes, he's big. And he definitely knows what he's doing. Definitely." Ava emphasized that last word.

"Oh my God, I still can't believe you're actually fucking him. And strictly sex? That's it?"

"That's it. Not just regular sex, though. Crazy, swinging-from-the-chandeliers sex. " Ava said. But she knew deep down that the last few times they had hooked up that it was different. The night they had put on the show for her neighbors came immediately to mind. Something had changed that night. They still went at it fast and rough the other times, but there had been more...something. Ava couldn't really put her finger on it. They had joked more, and laughed a few times. Last week when Liam came over, they had actually fallen asleep on her couch. When she awoke in the morning he was gone, but she knew he had left recently and not right after they fucked. She tried and tried to tell herself that this was just sex, there were no feelings there, but she knew. She knew she was falling for him.

It wasn't something that she ever thought would happen, but the fact was she had started to see the softer side of Liam. It sounded trite, but the face he presented before was just that: a face. During their last encounter, Liam had gently kissed all of the marks he had left on her. "All better," he had said with a soft smile. She had heard him on the phone, talking to his grandmother. He was so warm and caring with her. There was the time he had popped in during her coffee, and they had ended up talking for hours. It was small things like this, moments she had seen and shared, that warmed her to him. Also, having fantastic sex with someone might be enough to make you think they're not all bad. Maybe that was it.

"I remember my first 'this is strictly a hook-up' thing," Jolene said, bringing Ava out of her reverie. "Colin Reeves. He was just a beautiful man. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute with him."

"What happened?"

"I moved here. Still, he occasionally has to come in for work." Jolene raised her eyebrows meaningfully at Ava. "And I am not above going back to that well. Seriously, crazy orgasms."

Ava smiled a bit. She and Jolene had been friends for a while, but it was fun to cut loose and talk about this. Ava never had been good at secrets.

"So, you don't think I'm some kind of, I don't know, let's go with 'slut' for lack of a better word, for having casual sex with him?"

"Are you kidding me? God, no! It's been too long since you got laid."

"How the hell do you know when I get laid?"

"Please. I can totally tell when you're getting some. You become downright pleasant to be around."

"I should keep an eye on that, I guess. I have a reputation to maintain."

They both laughed, and then Ava said, "I should go. You're not going to tell anyone, are you?"

"Who am I going to tell? Besides, it's not like it's a big deal. It's just sex, right?"

"Right. Just sex."

Liam was indeed waiting in the closet to snag Ava, and he proceeded to fuck her as though nothing about last night was any different. They continued to hook up for the next few weeks, but Ava was finding it harder and harder to deny her feelings. She honestly thought sometimes that Liam was having the same struggle, because not every hookup was fast and furious anymore. There was still that, of course. Ava's personal favorite had been the time that Liam showed up at her work and they had used her break to have sex in his car. But there were other times too, times where Liam had been tender and gentle. She swore that when he looked at her he wasn't just thinking of her as a fuck buddy, but she really didn't want to get her hopes up, and she said nothing.

About a week away from the performance, Liam took Ava to a new place. He grabbed her hand and led her out of the building after their practice. He looked down and remarked, "Oh good, you're wearing a skirt. Perfect."

Ava had been wearing a lot of skirts lately. It made it much easier for the quick sex she and Liam had been having. Obviously Liam had another location in mind. They crossed the street to the large park and Liam led her to a semi-secluded area surrounded by trees and bushes. There was a park bench along one side of the area and no one in sight.

"Here?" Ava asked, looking around. "I mean, it's out of the way, but in no way is it hidden. You want to have sex here? I'm not sure I'm okay with that."

"You don't have to." Liam started to kiss her neck. He had learned there was very little Ava would refuse if he hit the right spots. "I've just wanted to bring you here for a while. The thought of being on that bench, sliding my dick in and out of your wet pussy while we're right in the open is so hot." He had pushed her gently up against a tree, and was sliding his hand up her thigh. "I loved that night where your neighbor could see us fucking in the window; I get really hard when I think about someone watching us." She felt her resolve melting away as he moved her panties to the side. "I want to make you come where the world can see what we look like. I want you to ride my cock so bad."




Harmony



He had slipped a finger inside Ava, which went in easily due to how wet she now was. She reached for him, to undo his fly, but he pulled away. "Not yet," he breathed into her ear. "I want you to come all over my fingers first."

Ava let herself go, let herself get totally caught up in the moment. She knew that there could be people watching her right now, but she didn't care. More than that, she was turned on by the idea. Liam had placed his thumb over her clit, and was moving it in small circles. Ava wanted to move, to spread her legs open or to touch what she knew by now was a huge erect dick, but Liam kept her pinned to the tree. She settled for undoing a couple of the buttons on her shirt, so that Liam could see her new bra keeping her tits in place.

"Oh yeah, baby. Take your bra off for me. I want to see you under that shirt."

Ava moved her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. Fortunately the shirt she was wearing was sleeveless, so she shrugged out of the straps and pulled them down. She slid her bra out from under her shirt and dropped it as discreetly as she could into her bag. Still, it draped over the side and she knew it was extremely visible. She briefly wished she hadn't decided on the hot pink leopard print.

Liam was by now moving his fingers in and out of Ava while rubbing her clit in circles. Just the excitement of doing this in such a public place was such a buzz that she knew she was getting close.

"Do you wish someone was watching this?" Liam whispered.

Ava looked him directly in the eye. "Yes."

"Me too. I would love to have someone here, watching us as I got you off. Seeing your thigh, your exposed leg, imagining what your pussy looks like as I slip my fingers in and out of you over and over again, looking at the bra in your bag and seeing your tits sway with my rhythm..."

Ava came, her whole body tensing up as the feeling of release washed over her. Liam pulled his fingers out of her and walked her over to the bench. He unzipped his fly and sat down, pulling her on top of him. She quickly straddled him, feeling that driving need to have him inside of her that she was starting to become accustomed to. She lowered herself onto his waiting cock and they both moaned. He moved his hips slightly to adjust the angle, and she settled down so that he was deep inside of her. Spreading her skirt to cover them both, she bit her lip in an effort to keep her voice down. He just felt so good. She thought that maybe it would wear off, that maybe after a little while the feeling of having him inside her would get a little mundane. It hadn't. The way he filled her up, the way they seemed to fit together was still a remarkable feeling.

She started to move herself slowly up and down his shaft, in small movements that she hoped were as subtle as possible. She knew that it would be pretty obvious to anyone who came along what they were doing. All she could hope for was that the person would either stay at a discreet distance or at the very least, not call the cops. The idea of someone watching was a turn-on, the idea of having a public indecency charge on her record was less so. Liam had raised his hips off of the bench slightly, so that every time Ava came down he was as far inside her as possible. He undid another button on her shirt, allowing him to see her tits just by tilting his head.

She leaned down and kissed Liam. It was a deep kiss, the kind she would be embarrassed to see someone else doing in public. Then again, she was riding his cock at the moment, so public decency be damned. She tilted her head back, and Liam took advantage of the open real estate to kiss his way down her neck. Her skin broke out in goosebumps. She wondered if there would come a time when he didn't have that effect on her.

He leaned into her neck, burying his face there. He seemed to want to be close to her too, not just physically. Ava knew this was different from the other times. She knew this was no longer just fucking, there was a deeper connection being formed. They were veering dangerously close to love making, but Ava couldn't bring herself to pull away. She kept rising and lowering herself on and off of his dick, no longer making an attempt at subtlety. She still kept her voice down, which is what enabled her to hear Liam quietly talking. "Oh yeah, baby. You feel so good. So good. Oh, I want you so bad. I love you. You're so amazing."

Ava paused, looking down at Liam. He met her gaze, seemingly surprised at what had crossed his lips. She didn't say anything, but leaned in for another deep kiss. Liam responded with both his mouth and his hips, pushing himself as deep as he could into her. He pushed her face away gently, but maintained eye contact. It made Ava a little nervous, if she were completely honest with herself. They had never made such an obvious connection before. Still, she couldn't bring herself to look away. Liam's eyes had always been mesmerizing, and Ava found them even more now that she could see genuine emotion in them.

Before she realized it, she was right on the edge. She leaned her head back to allow the sensations to wash over her, but Liam brought her head back so they were looking at each other again. "I want to see you when I make you come," he whispered hoarsely. That was enough to push Ava over. She felt her pussy tighten around Liam, who in turn swelled and hit his own climax. They continued to stare at each other until finally Ava said, "How many people do you think saw us doing this?"

Liam chuckled a bit and responded, "Who cares?"

"I was just wondering whose masturbation material we're going to show up in tonight."

Liam tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "Mine, for sure."

"I bet you say that to all the girls."

There was a pause, and Liam said softly, "You're different."

"I'm sorry?" Ava said. She could have sworn she had misheard.

"I said you're different. You're not like the other girls I've slept with."

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment." Ava smiled. The truth was more than that; she felt her heart light up when Liam said that.

"I feel something different with you, Ava. I know we said that this was just fucking, but there's something about you that makes me want to stay when we're done. You make me laugh, and you make me think, and you make me so mad I could throw something. I'm not sure I can stay as solely fuck buddies. I want more."

Suddenly Ava froze. She knew she had feelings for him, but she never thought he would reciprocate. She abruptly realized she had no idea what she wanted out of this, so she leaned in and gave him a soft kiss. "We'll play it by ear, okay?"

Liam pulled away suddenly. "'Play it by ear'? Really? I just told you that I actually want to pursue a relationship with you and all you can tell me is 'we'll play it by ear'? C'mon, Ava, we both know this has become more than just sex."

Ava stared at Liam, surprised by the sudden outburst. She got off of his lap and stood up. "I'm sorry, this is just all very sudden, I guess. I didn't know how to react."

Liam snorted. "Sudden. Right. Like you don't feel the same. Like you haven't been falling hard for me for weeks now. Trust me; I know when a woman is wrapped around my finger."

That brought Ava up short. "Excuse me? You want to run that by me again?"

Liam knew he had said the wrong thing. "Okay, bad choice of words. I just meant-"

"No, no. I know what you meant. Just another needy chick that's fallen in love with you. Someone else you can pull the strings on. Well, allow me to assure you that you don't have to worry about that."

Liam looked hurt for a moment, and then his face became hard. "My mistake. It won't happen again. Thanks for the fuck." He turned on his heel and stormed away. Ava was left by the bench, the bench they had just made love on not five minutes before, completely on her own. They had made love, she was sure of it. Even if they weren't in love, it had definitely been more than just sex. And now it was all screwy. She sat on the bench and felt the tears begin. She didn't often allow herself the indulgence of crying, but there was no stopping this. His last words were echoing in her ears. "Thanks for the fuck", like that's all she was. She knew he had meant to hurt her, and he had.

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, but when it began to get a little dark she finally got up. She slowly made her way back to her car. She silently thanked God that she didn't have to go in to work. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be great at her job tonight. She got into her apartment and drew a bath. She needed to decompress, and a bath, a book, and some wine were her go-to moves. As she lay in the bubbles, she went over and over the conversation in her head. She knew she had overreacted to the comment about being wrapped around his finger, but she never really responded well when taken off guard. Sarcasm and defensiveness were always her first reactions.

The more she thought about it though, the more she told herself that this might have been for the best. The performance was a week away, and what would they have done after that? Sure they could have continued to hook up, but then what? This was bound to happen sooner or later. She could deal with it. After all, while there had clearly been feeling involved, they hadn't really been expressed until the last minute. It's not like they had been dating. She went to bed feeling better.

All of that disappeared when it came time to go to the lesson the next day. Ava was crazy nervous. She didn't know what to expect from Liam. When she got there, Liam and Jolene were both waiting for her.

"Sorry, I didn't realize I was late."

Jolene shrugged. "No worries, Liam was early."

"Yeah, I mostly just wanted to get this over with. I have better things to do from this point on," Liam said, looking right at Ava. That hurt, but she tried not to show it. If that's how he wanted to play this, then fine by her.

"Well then, let's get on with it. I'd hate to keep you from that all important schedule of doing nothing while living off of your daddy's money."

Jolene looked back and forth at the two of them, and seemed to grasp what had happened. "Okay, we'll get this show on the road, then."

After the lesson, Jolene held Ava back. She had been expecting this, so she just said, "Yeah, we had a fight. I have no idea what happened, to be honest. We were literally screwing five minutes before, and then some stupid shit was said by both of us, and now we're back to where we were with the added benefits of having the awkwardness of being former fuck buddies."

"What did he say?" Jolene asked, her eyes wide. "I mean, I know I was surprised when you told me that you were screwing him, but I actually thought you were good for each other. You make each other better."

Ava felt the tears welling up again, and did her best to choke them back. "It doesn't matter. Whatever was there, Liam's made it pretty clear that he's no longer interested. Besides, it never would have worked."

Jolene lifted an eyebrow. "You know who says that? People who thought it actually had a chance of working."

"Maybe it did. But it's done now. All I need to do is get through this performance and then I don't have to see him anymore. You can find me another rehearsal partner, right?"

"Of course. Tell you what, let's go out and get drunk tonight. Maybe you can even pick someone up and take him home, just to move yourself on."

Ava rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that's exactly what I need right now, another casual fling. That's what got me into this mess to begin with. Besides, I can't. I have to work tonight."

"Even better, there's that hot boss of yours!"

"I'm not having sex with anyone tonight, Jo. Good Lord. Sex isn't always the answer."

"Says you."

At least Ava left in a better mood. By the time she got to work though, she was back to feeling a little dejected. She wanted to brush this off, to not care, but she did and she couldn't deny it. Her boss noticed and called her into the office.

"So what's up?" he asked.

"It's no big deal, David. Honestly. I'm sorry if I've been not up to par today, I'll step it up."

"I don't care about that, Ava. Everyone has good days and bad days. I'm more concerned about you, you're not usually down."

"I know, it's personal. I really will make more of an effort."

"Look, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But I'm a pretty solid listener."

Ava took a deep breath. "Well, to make a long story short, I was seeing this guy. It wasn't serious, it was actually supposed to be just sex because quite frankly we didn't really like each other to begin with, but it turned into more than that. Neither of us said anything, but just as it came to light that we both felt something more we had a big fight. Stuff was said, and now it's weird and awkward and I don't know what to do with the whole mess."

David was silent for several moments. "Well," he said, moving closer to Ava, "all I can tell you is that I think you're worth more than a 'just sex' relationship. If that's what you want to do in your spare time, then I'm not one to judge. But you deserve someone who will treat you right."

Ava looked up into his face, and saw that he was much closer to her than she had realized. "David..." was all she got out before he had kissed her softly on the lips. It wasn't an insistent kiss; it wasn't the kiss of someone who was going to push the issue. It was the kind of kiss that left the option of where to go up to Ava.

Ava had no idea what to do. She knew she felt something for Liam, but Liam had made it pretty clear that he was no longer interested. And here was David, all concern and sensitivity. Ava knew he probably sincerely cared about her. She knew she found him physically attractive, and thoughts of that one make-out session flooded back into her brain. Maybe Jolene was right. Maybe she did need to screw someone to get herself over Liam. Maybe David could make her forget.

She leaned in and kissed him back, just as softly as he had kissed her. He brought one hand up and wrapped it in her hair, slightly increasing the pressure of his kisses. This wasn't the crazy lusty kind of sex; it was kind and sweet, almost comforting.

Ava unbuttoned her shirt, giving David his first look at her breasts. He actually stopped and stared for a few seconds. She was wearing a white lace push-up bra, which was her standard choice for work. It usually got her better tips. She knew her tits looked pretty damn good, and David slowly reached a hand up to run his fingers over one of them. He deftly reached in and scooped out one breast, leaning down to take her hard nipple in his mouth.

Leaning back onto David's desk, Ava moaned quietly. His touch was so light, it gave her goosebumps. She reached over and grabbed the back of his polo shirt, pulling it over his head. She admired his physique for a moment. She knew he was fit, but she never really knew just how good he looked under that shirt. He went back to her nipple, but not before reaching around and undoing her bra. The straps slid down her shoulders once they had slackened, giving David full access to both of her tits. He caressed them in his hands, using his thumbs to trace little circles around her now very sensitive nipples. They were now very hard; pert little soldiers brought to attention by David's indulgent touch.

David started his way back to Ava's mouth, gently brushing her neck with his lips. He really knew how to whet a girl's appetite. Ava wanted nothing more than to feel his dick in her pussy. She could already feel it pushing against his jeans. She spread her legs open wide, and David moved his body in so that Ava could feel that hard cock right against her very damp panties. Still, he made no move to release it. He seemed to enjoy the tension that led up to the main event. Ava wasn't really a foreplay girl, but she couldn't deny her body was enjoying the attention being poured on it at the moment.

He slid her shirt and bra completely off her arms, and wrapped his own arms around her body. She ran her fingers through his blond curls as he breathed into her ear, "I've wanted you for so long. I can make you happy, baby. You're amazing."

Ava stopped suddenly. "Wait," she said.

David pulled pack, a confused look on his face. "What is it?"

"I'm so sorry; I don't think we should do this."

David just stared at her, obviously at a loss. "Why not? It's obviously not a question of attraction."

"No, obviously not. I clearly want you. It's just..." Ava trailed off, struggling to put her feelings into words.

David just kept looking at her, waiting for her explanation. He didn't look mad, just very confused.

"I would be using you. This would just be sex, just something I did to try and move myself past the guy I was seeing. That's not fair to you. You clearly feel something more for me. I would love for you to carry on, but I'm not interested in a relationship. I still have feelings for this guy, 'cause I can't just shut them off when something bad happens, and sleeping with you would just be a distraction for me. I just really don't think that's fair to you, and I don't think it's a good idea for me."

David chewed on his lip for a moment, and then slowly pulled away from Ava and walked away. She felt horrible. She had never meant to hurt anyone. Now she was looking at a very angry ex-fuck buddy (who obviously could have been more), and a boss who clearly harbored feelings for her that she had just had to let down gently, after getting his hopes up. She leaned down to pick up her shirt and bra. When she stood back up, David was standing in front of her.

"If all I can offer you is a distraction, then I'm going to be the best damn distraction you've ever experienced."

"David..."

She didn't have the opportunity to get anything more out before he kissed her again. She knew this was a really bad idea. Her brain was rapidly shooting all of the possible outcomes of this encounter at her: She could lose her job if it got weird, it could screw things up with Liam if she wanted to try to give that a go, and wasn't it "no strings attached" sex that got her into this?

However, as David's hand inched up her leg, she decided she didn't care. Her shirt and bra slipped out of her hand and back onto the ground as she leaned her body forward to meet David's. He was a big boy, she reasoned. He knew what he was doing. As far as Liam was concerned, forget him. Why should she make her decisions based on what he might do IF they gave it a try? She put everything out of her mind and tried to focus entirely on David. If he was going to be a distraction, then she was going to make sure she was good and distracted. She reached her hands down and undid his belt, pulling it out of his belt loops in one skillful motion.

"You are way too good at that," David said, barely moving his lips from hers.

Ava smiled. "I'm just getting warmed up."

She had just undone the button on his jeans and was unzipping his fly when there was a quick knock on the door, followed by the sound of it swinging open.

"Hey, sorry to bother you guys, but there's a dude here who really wants to see Ava and won't take no...for an...an...holy shit, I am so sorry."

Ava had made a mad dash to hide behind David, but there was absolutely no hiding what they were doing. Neither of them were wearing shirts, and David's pants were open in the front, barely concealing the large boner he had. Her coworker Gina was standing there, open-mouthed. She finally realized that she was gawking and ducked her head, giving Ava a clear view of who stood behind her. Liam.

She had expected he would be angry to walk in on a scene like this, but instead, he just looked hurt. Very hurt. His eyes went from Ava to David and back again, seemingly asking her to explain. She couldn't. All she could do was very slowly reach down and grab her shirt and bra from the floor. Her eyes never strayed from Liam's.




Harmony



After what seemed like forever, he turned and walked away. Gina followed him very quickly, eager to leave the office and pretend like it never happened. Ava turned to David.

"David, I have to-"

"Go."

She quickly put her clothes back on and ran out of the office after Liam. She caught up to him in the parking lot.

"Liam!"

He kept walking. He wasn't walking so fast as to outpace her; he was just determinedly keeping his back to her. She ran the remaining distance and got in front of him just as he reached his car.

"Liam, please."

"Please what?" he shouted, startling Ava. "Please don't leave? Please don't be mad after seeing you with another man? Please understand that I mean nothing to you?"

"Liam, I'm sorry. I knew it was a bad idea, I just needed something to get me past you."

"Did I really mean that little to you? I thought we were both feeling something, I thought we could have given an actual relationship a shot. But apparently it's 'done with one, on to the next' with you."

Ava was incredibly embarrassed by what she had done, but her defensive reflexes were kicking in. "You know, you were very clear about how you felt. You had 'better things to do from this point on', remember?"

"It was a stupid thing to say, and I'm sorry for it. But I still didn't think you would fuck the next guy who came along."

"What does it matter to you who I fuck? And I'm glad that you're sorry you said it, but how was I supposed to take it? What were you expecting me to do?"

"I expected you to try!" Liam yelled at the top of his lungs. That shocked Ava into silence. Liam hung his head. "You're the better person here, not me. I wanted you to keep trying. I wanted you to come to my place and tell me how much you wanted this to work, and how this was obviously more than just sex, and would I be willing to give it a go. I wanted you to swallow your pride so that I wouldn't have to. I know it wasn't fair of me to expect that from you, but I did.

"I freaked out at you in the park because I scared myself. I allowed myself to say something I was only thinking. I told you how I was feeling, actually feeling, which isn't something I usually do with women. When I didn't get the answer I was looking for, I panicked. I overreacted. And I'm sorry for that. That's what I came tonight to tell you. I wanted to see if you would still have me."

At that moment, Ava realized how deeply she felt for him. "Liam, I'm sorry too. I totally froze up in the park. I never expected to hear anything like that cross your lips, and I just didn't know how to handle it. What you saw in there...that was just a poor decision made by me in an attempt to get you out of my mind. I'm not going to say I'm in love with you, but I really would like to give a relationship a try. You mean a lot to me, Liam. You're a good man."

Liam smiled briefly at that last comment. "Bet you didn't think you would ever say that about me."

"I definitely did not. But I've seen a lot of you these past few months. Parts of you maybe you weren't even aware that you were showing me. I see how deeply you care for those around you. I've seen how loyal and fierce a friend you are. You hide all these things in an attempt to come across as a rich kid above it all, but I saw them. And I'll say it again: You're a good man."

"The thing is, Ava, I'm not sure if I can do it now."

Ava felt like she had been punched in the stomach. "What?"

"I get why you did it, I really do. But you still did it, and now I can't get the image of you undoing your boss's zipper out of my head."

"Liam, please, I told you-"

"I know, Ava, I know. Call me petty, tell me I have a double standard, whatever you need. But I don't know if I can erase that image. I just need some time, okay? Can you do that?"

Ava nodded slowly. Liam looked absolutely crestfallen by what he had just said. "I can do that."

She moved out of his way, and he got into his car and drove off. Ava stood in the parking lot for a little while, and then realized she needed to get back into work. When she walked in, she went straight to David's office. Knocking on the open door, she asked, "Can I come in?"

David looked up and smiled. "Of course."

Ava sat down in front of the desk. "Liam came to apologize."

"Of course. And?"

"He wanted to make something happen, but now he's not sure."

"Because of what he saw? What we were doing?"

"Yeah."

"What about you? What do you want?" David's brown eyes were looking very earnestly at Ava.

Ava didn't even hesitate. "I want him."

David leaned forward. "Then do whatever you have to, Ava."

Ava let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Thanks, David."

"You bet. Now go sling some beer."

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The next few days were torture for Ava. There was no avoiding Liam. They were rehearsing 5-6 hours a day for the performance. They were polite to each other, and Ava was determined to give Liam what he asked for. She didn't crowd him, she wasn't overly nice to him, she tried as best she could to give him as much space as he needed. Still, all of their duets were love songs, and it was hard to look into his eyes and sing about true love. Jolene was now in full drill sergeant mode, forcing them to work on the theatricality of the pieces, not just the vocals. All in all, it was just a while lot of awkward.

When the day of the performance arrived, Ava had never been less nervous. All she could think about was the relief that would follow performing. Not only would the event be over, but she could finally back away from Liam and give him the space he wanted. No more would she be compelled into spending hours a day every day in a small room with Liam. She had a busy day to begin with, as she had appointments to get her hair and makeup professionally done, as well picking up the dress from the stylist. Still, Ava was the first one at the venue.

Jolene was a bundle of nerves when she got there. She scurried around, barking orders at random people and wringing her hands a lot. Finally Liam showed up, and did he look amazing. He came around the corner and they both stopped, just taking in the other's appearance. Liam was in a midnight blue suit, tailored perfectly for him. His dark hair was smoothed away from his face, letting his bright blue eyes take the spotlight. Ava was wearing an emerald green gown, meant to set off her reddish hair. It was off the shoulder with gauzy fabric that gathered and billowed in all of the right spots. Her hair was mostly up, with a few tendrils curled and left down to create what the stylist called an "ethereal" look. She was sure Liam had never seen her with this much makeup on.

Ava spoke first. "You look really handsome, Liam. Very dapper."

"And you, you look, I mean, you look...stunning."

Liam looked like he was going to say something more, but Jolene rushed over right then. "Okay, you two. You're the first act up. We're going to need you over here..." and from that moment right up until go time, they didn't have another moment to themselves. Jolene was running them from person to person, getting all of the last minute specifics of what was going to happen. It was a televised event, so they had to over all of the cues and staging with someone. All of this had been covered with them on their trip out to the venue last week, but it was important to make sure they knew it all backwards and forwards. Finally the big moment came. Ava took and deep breath and looked at Liam. "Knock 'em dead."

He held out his hand, and they went out onto the stage. For a moment, Ava panicked. Liam tightened his grip on her hand and led her to her mark. Leaning in, he said quickly, "You can do this. I'm right here."

Ava nodded, and the music started. She got through one, two, three songs, each resulting in thunderous applause. On the fourth and final song, she could feel the relief start to flow through her. They finished the song with a flourish, and the audience exploded. Through all of the clapping, Liam had taken her hand. He leaned in again and said, "See? Nothing to it."

As she looked up at him to respond, he kissed her. Right there, right on the stage in front of the cameras and everyone in attendance. She knew from that kiss that he had made his decision. She kissed him back, only increasing the applause from the audience. She was sure it made for good entertainment, if nothing else. When they broke apart, she smiled up at him. "Yeah. Nothing to it."



Harmony



These are modern times. Times in which women can stand on equal footing with men. If you surveyed most women in the Western world, you would likely find that very few of them are looking for a white knight in shining armor to rescue them. The concept of a "damsel in distress" no longer exists, I am sure most women would tell you that.

Javier James King would never have thought of himself as a knight. In fact, he was a bit terrified of horses. The first (and only) time he had gone riding as a youngster, he had been thrown from the horse. From that day forward, he refused to go riding again. His brothers and sisters loved to ride, but for JJ, the only horse he ever wanted to ride was manufactured by Harley Davidson.

Aside from beasts with four legs, there were very few things that frightened JJ. From his late teens until today, he had lived a life of adventure. He had been white water rafting, gone to the Antarctic on an expedition, climbed most of the way up Mount Everest and was an accomplished sky diver. The only two things that had given him any trepidation were leaving his secure job -- and marriage.

The two were somewhat linked. He had been a professor of English Literature at Hudson for almost twenty years, the youngest they had ever hired. Just past his 40th birthday, his on-the-go lifestyle kept him looking several years younger. He admitted to being a rogue and a lady's man, so whenever a willing professor or attractive teaching assistant made an offer, JJ -- with discretion -- indulged himself. Why would he ever want to marry when there was a bevy of beauties out there to choose from? The women offered and JJ Kirby took. He knew what to say and he dressed nicely and he prided himself on being in good shape and good in bed.

The catalyst that spurred the change in his life was when a less-qualified professor was promoted to the head of the department before JJ. He was not one to remain silent. He was not a man who suffered fools gladly. He spoke up -- quite vocally -- and then he learned how things rolled in the world of academia in which he toiled. It was all about appearance. The new "boss" didn't make waves; he was as bland as a piece of Melba Toast. There were no rumors flying around about Seymour Hollingsworth III. He was a good academian who did what was required of him. He never bucked the system.

JJ was livid. Rather than burning his bridges behind him, he took a six month leave of absence and hammered out a manuscript he thought was superb. He never downplayed his own abilities. The first publisher that it reached bought it. With a $35,000 advance in hand, he walked into the Dean's office and told him to shove his job where the sun didn't shine. It was almost 6 years later and he still had never looked back. Sometimes, you know when you've reached the end of a journey and JJ had reached his.

His first book started out as a slow climb, but after a few positive reviews, sales started on an upward climb. By the end of the first year, it had sold well enough for the publishers to ask for a second book and earned him a larger advance. With his earnings from the first book and the advance, he was able to put a down payment on a home and start to live nicely. He was becoming popular and got invited to a lot of parties and functions as a guest. Women were enchanted by his career and he started to write -- a lot. Slowly, he developed a following and when he released a novel with erotic overtones, sales went through the roof. He became the flavor of the day, although that day lasted for several years. His editors were thrilled with him and his advances were only outweighed by his royalty checks.

In the early days of his career, JJ didn't much like book tours. Too much travel, too much bad food, too much inane chatter with people who had only skimmed the book. Some of the fans were a bit -- weird, to say the least. On one book tour, however, destiny took him by the hand. He was barely looking up as he signed copy upon copy of his books. When a soft, chiming voice spoke to him, he looked up and saw - her.

JJ's first impressions of the younger woman were mixed, to say the least. She was beautiful, you could see that. With little or no makeup, her face was gleaming with youthful vitality. Her eyes were the palest blue he had ever seen and her blonde hair was almost silver. She was lovely and slender and seemed to have a nice figure.

That was the incongruity of it all. Despite her good looks, she was wearing very plain clothing, a gingham dress. Did anyone still dress that way? No high heels, just flat Mary Janes and she didn't seem to be wearing any jewelry. To JJ, it was as if someone had thrown a tarpaulin around the Venus De Milo. Why would anyone want to make someone this stunning look so -- dull?

He could barely hear her speaking, her voice was just that delicate. She pushed two of his novels in front of him, asking if it would be too much trouble for him to sign both. The young lady told him that her name was Mona Miles. Her name didn't seem to suit such a vision. She declined to have them personalized, so JJ signed the books for her and she smiled sweetly. "My mother would kill me if she knew I read books like these," she giggled nervously. "They're my little secret, but they're so thrilling!"

Javier wondered what it was about this pretty young thing that charmed him so. "I'm glad to hear that you like them," he said to her. On an impulse that came out of nowhere, he piped up "Would you like to have a cup of coffee with the author when the book signing is done?"

The girl's blue eyes seemed to take on a sign of life for the very first time. "Oh no, thank you -- I couldn't do that!" She seemed to be in a panic. "I don't even know you and my family will wonder where I am, they think I'm at the library."

"Only way to know someone is to talk with them," JJ said to the girl. "Just tell your family that you wanted a cup of coffee before you came home."

With a timid grin, the young woman agreed. She hung around the store for an hour until JJ had signed his last autograph and let him take her to a nearby Tim's. They talked for over an hour and once he drew her out of her shell, she was quite intelligent. He could see that someone was repressing a keen intellect and a kind, lovely gentle soul.

"You're twenty-five years old," JJ said to her. "Why do you let your parents tell you how to live your life?"

"I live under their roof, I have to follow their rules," Mona told him. "They're very old-fashioned and strict. I don't really have much choice."

"Everyone has a choice," JJ told her and held her chin up so that he could look into her eyes. "Why not move out and find an apartment of your own?"

"With what money? I've always earned my keep by working in my parent's hardware store and they put part of my wages towards my rent," Mona answered. "The remainder is in the bank and I need one of their signatures to withdraw any of it."

JJ shook his head. These people had this young woman over a barrel. He had never met them and he already didn't like them. "IF you will let me, I can help. I may be a good writer, but I'm terribly disorganized and I need an assistant. I can pay you a very nice wage and I have a friend who owns an apartment nearby that likely has a place you could rent. If you're interested, of course. Mona, don't you think that at your age, it's time that you asserted some independence?"

For the very first time, JJ saw a look of steel in her blue eyes. It was one that he would come to know much better a while later. "Yes, yes, I do," Mona smiled. "As a matter of fact, I'm going to start right now. I think that I'd like another cup of coffee -- and while I'm at it, I think I'll have some pie!"

JJ laughed and spent another hour with the girl. He liked her, although he had no idea why. She wasn't the crazy type he knew so well. Still, she was charming and infectious. They met up a few days ago and despite her smile, he sensed something was amiss.

"My parents are livid," she told him. "They don't like any of the plans I've made and won't release my bank account to me."

"Screw that," JJ said, his jaw clenched tight. "I will advance you some money against your salary and you can use that to get whatever you need. My friend will likely cut you a similar deal on the rent until you get settled. In the meanwhile, I can call my attorney and see if we can't get your bank account released to you alone. There is no reason a twenty-five year old woman should have to run to her parents every time she needs money."

Mona hugged him and they went off to meet his friend. Suzanne showed the girl the apartment and he thought Mona might faint. "I've never had this much space all to myself before," she said to the both of them. "What will I do with it all?"

"Well, for one thing, use some of the closet space and get some new clothes," Suzanne laughed. "Cher,, who dresses you like that?"

Mona didn't answer and JJ was sure that she knew she was out of touch with modern times. He peeled off a roll of cash and handed it to Suzanne. "Whatever she needs," he told her. "If she needs more, come to me -- don't skimp on a thing."

Suzanne didn't and the Mona that showed up for her first day of work was a modern-looking, stunning young woman in a knee-length skirt and high heels. "My first pair," she smiled brightly. "I have all new clothes and underwear and I feel like Cinderella!"

"You are the Belle of the Ball," JJ laughed. He was trying not to stare, but it wasn't easy. She was as gorgeous as some of the models he had known, lovely and winsome with a sexiness he was sure she didn't know she had. He hoped that he would be able to get his work done, because Mona was going to be a distraction.

That name! She didn't look like a Mona and he said so. "Actually, my given name is far worse," she sighed. "I was named after my maternal grandmother and her name was Harmonia. My mother shortened it to Mona when I was five."

"Christ, you poor kid," JJ sighed. "Why didn't they call you Harmony?"

"I like that!" She piped up. "Please, can you call me Harmony?"

So, he did. From that day forward and how apropos it was. With her around, life was Harmony. She was so meticulous that his work got done faster and she was always smiling. She earned every nickel he paid her and every little bonus. It didn't hurt that she looked fabulous in every piece of clothing she wore, from dresses to tight jeans. JJ tried to fight it, it was no use. He knew the score. He was falling for Harmony and he would have to do his best to keep his emotions in check. He didn't want anything to upset the balance of their happy new relationship.

However, as is often the way in these things, he didn't have much say in the matter. They were working late one night, a looming deadline was the excuse. Although Harmony's apartment wasn't far, she opted to stay and finish her work. When done the final pieces, JJ opened champagne. Harmony had never had it, her family frowned on drinking (naturally). One thing led to another and a very lovely, sexy and slightly inebriated girl was in JJ's arms.

"I can't," he said to her, although he wanted to with every ounce of his being. "I'd never forgive myself for taking advantage of you."

"You aren't, I'm offering and if you hadn't made a move soon, I was going to jump your bones," Harmony told him. "Who better to be my first than my own Prince Charming? Stop being so noble and take me to bed and make love to me!"

JJ listened to her and nodded. She seemed sober enough to make clear-cut choices, so he took her hand and led her upstairs. Even though it wasn't in her duties, Harmony kept his home tidy, so his bedroom wasn't the mess it would have been a year earlier. With a boldness he wouldn't have believed she had, Harmony let her skimpy little dress drop to the ground. She kicked it away and stood in front of him in just a lacy bra and thong underwear. "I wish I had worn something sexier," the pale blonde said to him. "I wanted to seduce you and Suzanne says men like sexy lingerie."

- 

"You're spectacular," he said as he took the tinier girl in his arms. "Perfect, a goddess. I don't know why you want me, but I'm not crazy enough to fight it." He took her as slowly as he was handling a fragile flower. Every part of her was sensual and delicate, she seemed to be melting as he kissed her face, body and all over. She was trembling as she laid out on the bed. JJ wanted her first time to be incredible and was going to take his time before he entered her. He wanted to make sure that she was wet and ready.

Lovely Harmony had other ideas. "Now that I've worked for you for several months, I've had a chance to read all of your books and I've learned a few things," she giggled nervously. "For example about - sucking cock!" Her voice dropped. "I talked it over with Suzanne and she gave me some pointers. So, before you enter me, I want to get you ready."

Harmony was far from an expert, but Suzanne's pointers had certainly taught her something. She did have a rudimentary technique and his cock stiffened more each moment as he watched her sweet face surround his shaft. She wasn't even gagging and once she lifted her head from his manhood, JJ was ready to fuck! Sensibly, he knew that he would make love first and let her find her own speed. The little vixen surprised him again by pushing him on his back and climbing on top. "Suzanne says that this is the best way for a girl's first time," She giggled nervously. "It isn't supposed to hurt as much, she says. I hope she's right, God, I'm so nervous!"

JJ wondered if everything she did had to be so endearing? Her lithe young body slid down on his, her perfect breasts and torso moved and wiggled until he was all in, as far as he could go. If he was hurting her, she gave no indication. All he saw was an expression of bliss as she rocked herself against him and began murmuring. When he could finally make out what she was saying, JJ laughed a bit. She was actually using bits of profanity, asking for more cock and wanting to be fucked. He found himself wondering just what she and Suzanne talked about on those lunches of theirs.

All of JJ's energy went into making this the best experience he could for his lovely treasure. He knew that he could try to fight it, it was no use -- he had fallen for her and fallen hard. He believed that she had enchanted him from Day One. His hands and mouth and body made love to her until she shook, her head thrown back and her body tense. It was her first orgasm and he didn't want it to be her last. Her future lovers were going to have to bring their A-game, he would see to that.

He had no idea that Harmony did not intend to seek out other men. She had set her cap for him months earlier and told Suzanne what her ideas were. Her friend helped to bring them to fruition. Now that she had the one thing she wanted most, Harmony decided to broaden her horizons. She would test her limits.

She staked her claim on JJ slowly and over time. The first move was a simple one, she moved some clothes into his closet and made herself a little space. The next move was more advanced, she got wilder in bed. It never bothered her that her lover was 20 years older or had more experience. Harmony was making some new friends, many of them from Suzanne. The pretty French woman was quite the sexual libertine. With JJ's 46th birthday coming up, Harmony knew what he was getting as a gift.

"Happy birthday, darling," Harmony said as she walked out to the lavish swimming pool in a silver Lycra bikini. Following her was dark-haired Suzanne, a gorgeous redhead he didn't know and a lovely Asian girl he recognized from his teaching days. Her name was Bowie. Aside from his lover, the other three women were naked.

"In honor of your birthday, today is Nude Day," Harmony giggled. "Everyone stays naked all day and everyone fucks -- everyone! Bowie and Dayna are roommates and Bowie says she remembers your cock and wants to share it with her best `friend'," Harmony giggled. The two women swarmed over JJ and got his trunks off while Harmony watched with a delighted grin. Dayna's mouth surrounded his cock while sexy Bowie hovered close to his face. JJ was astounded his girlfriend wasn't jealous, in fact, he knew she had orchestrated the entire event! How far she had come in such a short time and he knew that she would only go further.

"Hey, what are you going to be doing while these two are keeping me busy?" JJ asked. "You've still got your suit on."

"That's because I thought Suzanne would like to take it off of me," Harmony purred in a new voice, a new tone, he had never heard before. "On this special Nude Day Birthday, I've decided to grant Suzanne a birthday wish too, I'm going to let her have sex with me. Today, I'm going to act like a total slut and not even think twice about it!" Harmony laughed and the two women dropped to the deck, their hands touching and their lips kissing. JJ managed to watch a bit before Bowie's slender, golden body descended upon his waiting mouth. If Harmony was cool with all of this, he was going to let things happen however she wanted. At that moment, he decided he wanted her to grant one more birthday wish. Before this day was done, he was going to ask her to marry him. No sane man would let someone like her get away and living with Harmony was hardly "settling down". He was sure she would keep him happy and satisfied for years to come.

His cock sank deep into Dayna's tight, red-furred pussy and he started fucking. Everything else could wait until later in the day. Why ruin his girlfriend's plans for his birthday? She sure seemed to be having a good time as she and Suzanne shared their first sixty-nine. No doubt about it - Harmony was a once-in-a-lifetime partner.



Harmony and Dissonance



"Are you sure this is the address?" Lars Krieger asked, as the hotel car stopped in front of a massive, carved-wood, two-panel door in an otherwise blank concrete wall on Bangkok's Soi 51 Sukhumvit. The road was narrow, almost an alley, it seemed, to the young German engineer, with one, long stuccoed wall running down its full length on each side with doors like this and wider garage doors at distant intervals.

The driver merely nodded his head vigorously and smiled a silly smile.

The door was opened by a slim, young Thai man, who was bare-chested and wearing a cotton sarong around his waist that reached down nearly to bare feet. Lars never ceased to be amazed that Thai servants of the wealthy and titled continued to dress in this traditional style, which was highly provocative, at least to a Westerner like him. As the hotel car driver was doing, the servant was showing a silly grin. Lars had been in Bangkok long enough—nearly two weeks—to know that this was a sign of slight nervousness in a Thai.

If it was any consolation, he thought, he felt as out of place here as they were thinking him to be.

"I am Khun Krieger," Lars said. "I was given this address to meet Mom Rajawongse Amnad Pramoj for consultations. Is this the residence of Mom Rajawongse Krit Thanawat?" It was a mouthful, but Lars had no idea how to address these Thai royals. He only knew that they were touchy that way until they told you otherwise. He was on a first-name basis—and more—with Amnad, the architect he was working with in Bangkok to construct sets for a royal command performance of Verdi's Rigoletto. But he didn't know how he should address him in public. Amnad had explained that a Mom Rajawongse was "just the son of a son of a king," which had still sounded impressive until Amnad had smiled and said that his grandfather, King Chulalongkhon, had sired more than a hundred children. "MRs have fallen on Thailand like raindrops in a monsoon," Amnad had said.

But so far Lars had found the few MRs Amnad had introduced him to to be filthy rich and to be treated like gods by the general populous.

"Khunchai Amnad and Khunchai Krit are within," the servant said in a soft voice, as he lowered his eyes and gave Lars a wai, which was a hand palm-to-palm greeting of respect, accompanied by a bowing of the head. Ah, "khun" is good enough for me, but an MR gets to be called "khunchai," Lars thought. How much of this would he have to learn—and use—for the short time he would be in Thailand.

Also, the lower the bow, Lars had gathered, the greater the respect. The servant was bowing a bit from the waist, so Lars assumed he was being given a great deal of respect—even if he was only a "khun." The sidelong glance he got from the young man indicated hints of interests of another sort—like maybe the respect was more for Lars' physique, rugged good looks, and blond curls than for his possible station in life.

Lars knew he looked good and squared away, although he was somewhat uncomfortable in the traditional long-sleeved creamy silk Siamese-style shirt he was wearing over black tux trousers. Amnad had invited him here to consult over an early dinner with Krit Thanawat on a sound shell and backdrops for a concert for the royal family and their summer court in their seaside palace at Hua Hin, the royal enclave on the Bight of Bangkok, to the southwest of the capital.

Lars had quietly been wrangling for an introduction to Krit, and he'd thus been willing to have this formal Thai wear whipped up on short notice. He normally was a shorts and T-shirt sort of man who worked hands-on in primitive conditions—and his muscular physique reflected that—but he was here on a favor owned to someone he couldn't say no to. Connecting with Krit was key to accomplishing that favor.

Once inside the compound, Lars felt he had been transported back to modern-day Europe. They entered a covered passageway with a square of lawn on the right, a burbling fountain in the middle, and flower beds in a riot of colors around the periphery. The house, obviously large, ran around from the left of the loggia to two stories of modern stucco and large expanses of tinted glass facing him. Beyond the grassed area to the right was a large parking pad now accommodating two Mercedes sedans and a BMW sports car. Both Mercedes were yellow, which Lars had already learned was a car color reserved for royalty in Thailand, so he assumed that both MRs he was here to visit were present.

The automobiles were facing into a three-car garage with another story on top of it. Tucked behind the garage was a circular swimming pool surrounded by a stone patio. And the compound was unearthly quiet, save for the soft gurgling of the fountain. He felt like he had been transported a thousand miles from the noisy, dirty, and bustling Thai capital, but, in fact, he was in the middle of the city's sprawl out toward the east.

As they drew nearer a set of carved wooden doors at the end of the passageway, the quiet floated away on the wings of a lovely, lilting soprano voice, singing in, to Lars' great surprise, what sounded like Polish.

The music, underscored by an intricate piano accompaniment, grew louder as they entered the house. The servant led Lars down a passageway to the left, opened a door in a blank wall to the left, and he found himself in a sound booth facing a wall of glass. Beyond the glass, in a large music room set up as a TV studio and concert room combination, he could see a young, extremely handsome Thai man sitting and playing at an ebony black grand piano, with its lid lifted. The young man was dressed casually in Western style, in black trousers; a billowing white cotton shirt, open half way down his chest; and sandals on bare feet. The piano he was playing sat on a semicircular stage raised a couple of steps above the ground floor, which supported three tiered semicircular rows of substantial, matched dining room chairs curving around the stage. Standing in the curve of the piano was a beautiful young Thai woman, dressed in a creamy-white sarong. She was the one who was supplying the lilting soprano music in the incongruous language.

Recording was in progress—both audio and via TV cameras. Two Thai men in T-shirts, showing the face of some composer or other in black ink who Lars nearly recognized, and short sarongs around their waists, were operating the cameras beyond the glass wall in the music room. Two sound technicians were sitting inside the sound booth at a console set against and facing the glass wall. They were similarly dressed and were giving their full concentration to the performance in the music room.

Amnad Pramoj, a tall, lithe, berry-brown Thai in this late thirties and elegantly dressed in traditional Siamese-style formal wear as Lars was, was standing behind the sound technicians and watching the performance.

Lars entered the room to stand at Amnad's side as the door gently closed behind him.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Amnad whispered without turning, but obviously being aware that Lars was at his side.

"Yes, they are," Lars answered.

Amnad turned his head toward Lars, raised his eyebrows, and gave Lars a little smile. "I was referring to the music. Chopin's 16 Polnische Lieder."

Ah, that's the composer depicted on the T-shirts, Lars thought. He'd been around Heinrich enough that he should have recognized that right off the bat.

"I was referring to that as well as the couple themselves." And to all of the other people in the two rooms, Lars thought, including Amnad himself. These people had surrounded themselves with beautiful people.

"Yes, they are a handsome couple," Amnad said. "The toast of the city. Perfection itself. It was a celebrated marriage. Both MRs. The style magazines can't get enough of them. Story after story about their fairytale marriage. They broadcast a weekly television show from here, you know—Krit playing and Somsri singing. It makes young woman sigh all over the city."

"Formidable," Lars whispered. It was his assignment to do something about that.

"What was that?"

"She's singing in Polish, isn't she?" Lars said, purposely not answering the question asked. "The harmonies are wonderful—even an unrefined engineer such as me can tell that. But a Thai singing in Polish? That seems incongruous. Or isn't it Polish?"

"Yes, it's Polish. Chopin was Polish, although the French have tried to grab him. And I'd hardly say you were unrefined," Amnad said, reaching out and touching the sleeve of Lar's silk jacket-shirt in a gesture meant not to be seen by anyone else in the dimly lit sound booth. He didn't pull his hand back, but left it there, rubbing the rich silk fabric between his fingers."They are producing a video to send to the palace. The project I'm trying to interest you in at the Hua Hin palace is a Chopin concert. This is to give the palace staff an indication of what the program will be."

"Chopin wrote songs? I thought he was strictly piano."

"Yes, he wrote this collection of sixteen songs, and one other. But you seem to know something of Chopin. So, you needn't try to tell me that you aren't a man of refinement. He wrote this ensemble from works by Polish poets set to Polish folk tunes—although one of the songs is Lithuanian."

"And the concert is all Chopin? And Krit will be playing in the concert? Will be there beforehand as we construct the set?"

"Yes, He'll be playing in the concert, and he will be there in Hua Hin with us a few days before the court arrives for the concert so that we can coordinate the performance sound. Krit is president of the Bangkok Chopin Society, and the royal family is entertaining the Polish ambassador in Hua Hin. He was asked to whip something of Chopin's up for them. In addition to accompanying Somsri, Krit will be playing Chopin etudes."

Of course then, Lars thought. If he and Krit would be in Hua Hin for a few days together, then he most certainly would help with this project.

"And you? You'll be there? And you are a better pianist even than Krit. I have now heard both of you play. Will you be playing as well?"

Amnad turned his face to Lars and smiled in recognition of the compliment. "Yes, I will play Chopin sonatas—the C minor, opus 4 and the B minor, opus 58."

"I would like to hear you play those."

"This evening, perhaps, after the dinner with Krit and Somsri?" Amnad was trembling. The hand that had been toying with the silk of Lars' shirt was now gripping Lar's arm above the elbow.

"Yes, I would like that."

Amnad moved the hand to the small of Lars' back and started to say something else, but the recording session had ended, and Krit was standing from the piano and motioning Amnad and Lars to join them.

The introductions were pleasant, with Lars waiing and bowing low and Somsri gathering his palmed hands in hers and, with a lilting laugh and a winning smile, telling him that there was no need for such formality. That both of them had largely been raised in European boarding schools, where no one paid a bit of attention to anyone's comparative pedigree.

Yeah, I'll just bet no one in those schools treated you like a princess, Princess, Lars thought.

Beautiful people themselves, both Krit and Somsri warmed immediately to the handsome, muscular German who had made the effort to wear traditional Siamese formal wear.

The dinner, served in a large dining room, at one end of a table that would accommodate twenty and swarming with beautiful and attentive Thai servants, was convivial.

Somsri couldn't seem to take her eyes off the German and was enjoying teasing and flirting with him. Krit also was thoroughly enjoying himself up to the point when they were talking about possible mutual acquaintances in Europe and Lars mentioned that he had become involved in the engineering aspects of stage design through his good friend, Heinrich Heller, conductor of the Cologne Symphony.

As soon as he said that, Amnad said, still looking at Lars, "Why that was the conductor who mentored Krit as a concert pianist, isn't that right . . .?" He had turned to Krit and hadn't finished the sentence, because an expression something between distaste and fear had floated across Krit's face.

"Krit, are you all right?" Amnad asked.

"Yes, yes," Krit said, changing his expression back to something congenially handsome—but perhaps a bit forced. "I think perhaps that this shrimp has gone bad."

He was suddenly inundated by an army of concerned servants, who whisked his plate away and told him another plate of food would be coming out immediately. He waved them away, though, and reached for the wine decanter. From then on to the end of the meal, he was only half in the conversation, although as charming when he was engaged as ever. He reached for the wine decanter appreciably more than he had been doing earlier in the meal.

With that one little glitch, dinner was declared a success by all. Lars agreed to accompany Amnad to Hua Hin to help construct the sound shell and backdrops for the royal concert, and Somsri saw Amnad and Lars to the side of one of the Mercedes sedans in the autocourt, holding Lars' hand and smiling at him coyly perhaps a tad longer than was necessary.

It was dusk in the music room of Amnad's Thai-style house on the banks of the San Saep Klong—klong being the Thai word for canal—behind what was now the Siam Paragon shopping mall but what had once been one of the central-city royal palace grounds, the Sra Pathum Palace. Amnad's house, a series of teak rooms set on a continuous platform supported by teak tree trunks, was all that was left of the original palace, which had been where his father, a prince, had lived in near poverty before selling off most of the forty-three acres between the house compound and Ploenchit Road for what was then the Siam Intercontinental Hotel grounds, a financial transaction that had made him—and, eventually, Amnad—very wealthy.

Amnad was seated at a Petrof grand piano, now dressed in a silk sarong wrapped at his waist and bare-chested, and finishing up the Sonata in B minor, opus 58. Listening to him with an amused expression on his face and a nearly empty brandy snifter was Lars, sitting cross-legged and naked on a nearby raised platform covered with a silk coverlet and a smattering of Jim Thompson silk pillows.

They had already fucked once.

"That was very nice," Lars said when Amnad's hands came off the keys. "And you know what would be very nice after that?"

Without answering the question, Amnad rose from the piano and walked over to the platform. Lars reached out and undid the knot of the sarong at Amnad's waist, watching it fall in folds around the lithe Thai architect's feet; encircled Amnad's waist with his muscular arms; and pulled the trembling body to him, opening his lips and closing them over the bulb of Amnad's erect cock.

They fucked once more, sitting on the platform, facing each other, Amnad's legs straddling Lars' hips, his torso arched back, and Lars' arms encasing his waist, slowly pulling Amnad's passage forward and back on his cock.

Amnad moaned softly at the thickness and length of the young, virile German, as the cock slowly moved in and out, to great depth.

How could he say he wasn't refined, Amnad, thought. Amnad had never met a Westerner before who could perform the Yin and Yang male Kama Sutra position like this or would have the patience to fuck him slowly to full fulfillment—repeatedly. And he'd met no man whatsoever who was as perfectly formed and horse hung as Lars was.

It was well shy of midnight when Lars left Amnad's compound, and he was in the mood for more, so much more. And something quite different. All of this refinement had left him keyed up.

He let Amnad send him back to his hotel in the Mercedes, begging off spending the night, saying that he needed his sleep and couldn't have slept with Amnad in the bed with him—that Amnad was too enticing. As it was, they had fucked twice, the second time in the Butterfly position, with Amnad suspended above him like a crab and doing all of the work—Amnad vocally appreciative that Lars knew it was the Butterfly position.

The chauffeur didn't go directly back to the hotel. He stopped in the lane between the palace compound walls and the loading docks of the shopping mall and climbed into the backseat and sat on Lars' cock, as he had already done twice since meeting Lars' arriving plane after a long, and tension-filled flight. But even his wasn't enough to calm Lars' nerves tonight.

After he returned to the hotel, Lars went to his room and changed into a tight short-sleeved cotton shirt, open almost to the navel, and jeans and caught a taxi to Soi Cowboy, where he entered a bar and picked out a lovely and curvy young Thai, who said that, yes, "she'd" love to go to the Thai boxing stadium with him near Lumphini Park. Cockatoo was what was known as a Ladyboy bar, the "girls" being what the Thai called katoeys, better known in English as transvestites.

Lars knew exactly what kind of bar he'd gone to and what kind of hostess he'd picked up. The katoeys of Thailand were the more exquisitely beautiful of any who could be found in the world. He still was jittery and tense from a day of behaving. He wanted to let loose.

They first went to Lumphini Stadium, where he watched, licking his lips and slitting his eyes, as two young Thai boxers in skimpy shorts beat each other to a pulp in a no-holds-bar kick boxing match. The katoey sat beside him, snuggled up to him and rubbed Lars' cock through the tight material of the jeans. As the katoey got the measure of Lars, the German whispered in his ear what was going to happen after the boxing match, which made the transvestite moan.

In the nearby Boss Place hotel, where "anything goes for as short a time as you want," Lars rough-fucked the katoey hard and fast after pushing "her" onto the bed on her back, pulling her skirt up around her waist, ripping her panties away, and thrusting strongly and deeply inside her.

With visions of the vicious blood sport he had just indulged in watching coursing through his brain, Lars had his hands around her throat and was coordinating squeezes with thrusts of the cock, while the katoey gasped for breath, eyes bugged out, but, when able, squealed for more of the long, thick cock.

* * * *

The king's Hua Hin summer palace was a surprise to Lars Krieger. The engineer in him was fascinated, as he followed Amnad Pramoj from one parallel building complex to another, followed by small, but strong, male servants lugging their suitcases. Walking through the palace was like peeling an onion of history.

The first bank of buildings from the auto park was a string of painted teak pavilions, with shining orange, red, yellow, and green roof tiles set like snakes' scales, on a long platform raised off the ground one story by pillars. Behind this, connected by a covered corridor, was a early nineteenth-century style rambling two-story wooden building that was austere in appearance, a marked contrast to the ceremonial buildings in front of it. It appeared to have been built quickly and cheaply to accommodate the maximum number of rooms for the cost. When seeing this, Lars thought back on being told about the large number of children Amnad's grandfather had fathered by multiple wives. Beyond this, though, against the shore of a shallow cove off the Bight of Bangkok, perched a modern steel and glass building Lars was to find housed an entertainment complex, including the small concert hall he was to be helping Amnad to prepare for the Chopin performances.

Walking to the curved floor-to-ceiling windows at the back of the concert hall that overlooked a cove, with crystal-clear water over gleaming white-sand, Lars saw that the complex didn't stop at the water's edge. The luggage bearers passed him by, though a door out onto a deck, and then down a pier out into the water bearing platform pads on pillars along its sides.




Harmony and Melody



Harmony and Melody were lesbian lovers.

Their real names weren't Harmony and Melody, but Gretchen Smart and Cynthia Howard. However, Harmony and Melody were a duet, and, as such, they thought, as did their agent, Mindy Swanson, that the duo needed stage names with more pizzazz. Like their same-sex orientation, their stage names added appeal to their cute faces and curvy figures. The fact that they actually could sing was almost an afterthought to their success as singers.

Like Madonna, they knew how to reinvent themselves and how to reinvigorate their career. When a new idol had threatened to steal their thunder, they'd intimated, through their publicist, Betty Walters, that they were on the brink of a breakup. The tabloids ran countless articles, accompanied by photographs, many of which had been doctored, showing the "lesbian lyricists" on the verge of "splitting up," their authors citing "irreconcilable differences" between "pop music's most cuddlesome crooners." Within a month, the new idol was forgotten, her rising star now fallen.

Likewise, when the Peppermints, a skyrocketing all-girl group, endangered the female faggots' popularity, Harmony and Melody responded by releasing "Harmony and Melody," which sold in the millions, eclipsing the Peppermints' meteoric rise. The song was semi-autobiographical, its lyrics telling of how they'd met, developed mutual crushes upon each other, engaged in first-time lesbian sex with one another, and become lovers with no further use for men as sex partners. Their fans, who were numerous, especially among lesbians, knew the words to the song by heart, having played it incessantly.

The same-sex singers' greatest threat, however, was posed by the so-called Princess of Pop, a black bitch by the name of Panther. She brought a level of lewdness to her performances that was mesmerizing. Just short of "indecent," her pelvic thrusts and gyrations left her audiences, female as well as male members among them, aroused and clamoring for more. Her every performance was met with cries of "Encore!" and "More!" As Panther's career became a true overnight sensation, that of Harmony and Melody's took a corresponding nosedive. Trade journals, no less than tabloids, wondered whether the "once-popular pop tarts' career was finally hurtling toward oblivion."

The duo's first impulse had been to fight fire with fire, and they began to include steamy, suggestive pantomimes of lesbian sexual activities into their performances. While they sang of their undying love, they kissed, caressed, and bumped their hips or ground their buttocks against one another. At first, this tactic seemed to work. Their ticket sales and CD sales both climbed. Panther's, however, never flagged, and, in a few weeks' time, after she'd added a couple of male dancers, one black and the other white, to her routine, simulating sex with them onstage, as she belted out the blues or poured pop lyrics over the teeming crowd of her audience, it was clear that Panther wasn't going away any time soon and that, every day, she was eroding Harmony's and Melody's appeal. Lesbianism was chic, but in-your-face heterosexual sex among mixed African-American and Caucasian dancers was hard to beat, as was the fact that Panther's vocal range was phenomenal, whereas both Harmony's and Melody's was, at best, minimal.

It was Betty who came up with what she--and her clients--hoped would be the solution to what they'd come to refer to as "the Panther problem," and, more and more, celebrity rags began to hint at a "huge secret" that the "Sapphic singers" were "hiding" from their "devoted followers." Columnists wondered whether it was "fair of the pair to withhold from their fans whatever deep, dark secret they harbored," and some writers demanded that they "care enough to share" this secret, whatever it was, with their "faithful fans." It was time, a gay publication suggested, that the "lesbian lovebirds" "outed" themselves about whatever secret they were keeping.

Instead, Betty dropped hints. "Insiders" claimed, one tabloid announced, that "Harmony and Melody are seeing others." Another publication proclaimed that, "according to reliable sources," the singers were "adopting an orphaned girl, whom they planned to raise as a lesbian, like them." A third periodical whispered the titillating thought that "maybe Harmony and Melody are really straight!" The girls let the rumor mill grind, and the demand that they share their secret, whatever it was, with their fans grew to enormous, thunderous dimensions. Their career was back on track, the pair again a runaway success, their every release gold.

Once again, they'd reinvigorated their career.

But Panther was tenacious. She ramped up her act, incorporating a striptease into her act, so that, by her final number, she was wearing only a pair of silk thongs and her buffed male dancers gyrated in sequined jockstraps. The heterosexual threat of Panther and Her Boys remained hard to beat, and, instead of Harmony and Melody leaving the "black sex goddess," as the tabloids had dubbed "the Panther of pent-up desires," in their wake, another fallen star, the duo found themselves in the fight of their lives. There was nothing left for them to do, they decided, but to "come clean" and divulge their secret--live, on stage, before thousands of their adoring fans, of course.

It was a calculated risk. They knew that they'd lose some fans immediately. Others might remain faithful, but their ardor would cool to the extent that they wouldn't go out of their way to attend a concert or buy a CD. Moreover, it was all but certain that their revelation would end in their arrest, a hard-fought trial, and maybe even a period of incarceration. Such events could irrevocably harm or save their career. They decided that it was a risk they should take. Indeed, if they were to stop Panther, it was a risk they had to take. Betty announced that, three months from now, in August, during their performance at New York City's Madison Square Garden, Harmony and Melody would finally reveal their secret to the world.

*

When configured for concerts, Madison Square Garden's capacity is 20,000, and the stadium was filled to overflowing when Harmony and Melody stepped onto the stage. Under brilliant lights, they began their long-awaited Revelation Show, belting out the opening lyrics of their signature song, "Harmony and Melody":

As soon as I saw her, I had to see more; She's the harmony To my melody, And, since our first night Together, we've been tight.

Just as they'd anticipated, the crowd went wild, standing, waving their arms and hands, cheering, shouting, and whistling. From the stage, the singers saw familiar banners: "Girl Power," "Lesbian Singers Rock," and "You Go, Girl!"

The music changed, signaling the introduction of new or altered verse, and the duet sang new lyrics in place of the original:

We've long had a secret We cannot forget; We've been dying to tell it, Hoping it's a hit With our fans, the best in the world, So, here it is, boys and girls.

The singers took off their halter tops, displaying their breasts. In New York, they knew, it was legal for women to exhibit their bosoms. On the great screen that depicted their every onstage posture and pose, their bare breasts were the size of Volkswagens. The crowd expressed its thunderous appreciation of the full, high, round tits that bounced and jiggled as the lesbian lyricists danced and gyrated.

Harmony twirled into Melody's arms, and their breasts flattened against each other as the women embraced tightly, kissing. Their mouths opened to admit one another's tongues, and the performers mouth-fucked each other with their stiff, probing oral appendages. Again, the gigantic screen exhibited their same-sex shenanigans to the cheering crowd. The enthusiasm of their fans was deafening.

As the performers continued to kiss, their open mouths sealed over each other, Harmony's hands cupped Melody's buttocks through Melody's leather mini-skirt, and Melody gripped and squeezed the cheeks of her lover's ass through the skin-tight, white jeans that Harmony wore. The crowd screamed, jumping for joy. "Panther's career is as good as dead," Harmony predicted. Melody nodded, and the girls sang the next stanza of their revised song:

We're gay, and we're proud To sing it out loud, But you already know that, So lesbian love's not the cat We'll let out of the bag To set tongues a-wag.

Here, they paused to resume their French kissing, and their audience applauded. The new lyrics were dreadful, both singers agreed, but their fans, it seemed, were more than pleased with the revision to their signature song, and that was always all that really mattered--keeping the fans happy.

Behind them, Harmony and Melody had erected a pair of folding screens inlaid with their likenesses, captured in mosaic tiles. After a final hug, each singer scampered behind her screen. The music continued to play, and the ladies let the suspense build. No doubt, the audience was anticipating a costume change, but none of their many admirers could possibly know what the singers had in store for them.

At Harmony's nod, the two performers emerged, and the huge screen showed the 20,000 fans gathered in the stadium a truly shocking sight--a revelation that would be headlined (and shown, in pixilated TV images and censored photographs) around the world this evening, tomorrow, and pretty much forever. Harmony and Melody were naked, their buoyant breasts, bouncing and jiggling as the duo sprinted toward one another, clearly displayed, as were their swinging cocks and balls! The huge screen showed the singers' full, firm, high, round breasts; their fabulously feminine fannies; and their cute, boyish genitals, revealing to the world that the supposedly "lesbian lyricists" were, in fact, male-to-female transsexuals, or transwomen, who'd opted to retain, rather than to surrender, their male sex organs.

As the duo embraced, breasts pressing breasts and cocks and balls sliding and rolling against cocks and balls, kissing passionately, hands caressing breasts and buttocks and fondling pricks and testicles, the police rushed the stage, arresting the transsexual pop stars. Harmony and Melody were led away in handcuffs to the cheers, whistles, and shouts of their fans. That evening, it was clear to all, including Panther and Her Boys, who were watching in choice seats, live, as the arrests were being made, that the career of Harmony and Melody was anything but over. In fact, thanks to their Revelation Show, their star power had gone nova.

As Harmony told Melody, after their attorney had bailed them out of jail, "Heterosexual sex is hard to beat, even for lesbians as lovely as we, but nothing, least of all Panther and Her Boys, can compete against shemale sex!"

Melody agreed, kissing her transsexual-lesbian lover, and, her cock stiffening and swelling, like her nipples, testified to the truth of Harmony's declaration.



Harmony Hill



Going out the door of my apartment, a two bedroom place in The Waterstone, a complex of burgundy brick buildings with white shutters amidst rolling lawns, behemoth pine trees and meandering sidewalks of serpentine rock, I wore my jogging togs: blue cotton shorts, a University of Washington tee shirt and gray trainers.

As I closed the green door behind me the green door of the apartment next door opened at the same moment and a buxom, blue eyed blond smiled at me. I felt her eyes taking me in, licking me like a child assaults a Blow Pop sucker.

"Hello new neighbor, believe it or not but my name is Harmony, Harmony Hill. How about a cup of coffee." We shook hands and I told her my name was Dwight Porter. 

Barefoot, she wore a short wrapper the color of cream soda. Loosely wrapped, the garment barely covered her bottom and I had no trouble viewing most of her splendid breasts. 

Of course I accepted her invitation and entered the apartment in her wake. Cardboard boxes of various sizes and shapes, most of them sealed with shiny strips of masking tape filled the apartment. The day before I had seen a U-Haul truck backed into a parking slot in front of the building and I wondered who my new neighbor might be. Now I knew.

She motioned for me to navigate around the towers of boxes, sit down in the glider rocker in the living room near the sofa and coffee table and asked me how I liked my coffee. 

"Black, no crème, no sugar," I said.

"You got it," she said. 

Maybe in Hollywood or on the French Rivera such a woman moved in next door but this sort of thing did not happen in a small town nestled on the shore of Puget Sound in Washington State. Her creamy skin, prominent cheek bones ala Bo Derek, cobalt blue eyes, straight golden hair trussed in a ponytail and perfect body made me think a goddess had tumbled from Mount Olympus, her fall broken by all the cardboard boxes. Stunningly beautiful, she conveyed with the most subtle of movements, indirect glances, moist lips dabbed at constantly by her tongue that she meant our getting acquainted session to be of the most intimate nature. The way she crossed the room carrying two mugs of coffee as though trekking gingerly across a trampoline, the high arches of her pretty feet, the press of her toes on the beige carpet turned me on as much as her long bare legs and swaying hips did. Her near nakedness, the choreography of movements designed to entice and arouse me, the silkiness of her voice all came together in such a concentration of lust and lasciviousness I felt compelled to rip the silk from her body, fling her on the sofa and jab my cock deep into her pussy while my mouth found hers. Then to suck each rose colored nipple in turn like sucking frosting off a spatula. Never in my short life had I experienced such in your face sexuality. She was a bitch in heat and I was a dog in the same frame of mind wanting to hump the hell out of her. Aligned with her salacious actions Harmony radiated a delicious sensuality that smacked me in the face like the whack of a slap across the face. 

After handing me a cup of coffee in a white bistro mug with Le Café Shop printed in black letters on its side, she settled on a sofa upholstered in a pale blue fabric and accented by several lozenge-shaped white pillows. Her slim, shapely legs formed an inviting inverted v and the smooth heels of her bare feet rested on the surface of a coffee table with a square of smudged glass at its enter that needed some Windex and elbow grease. Her azure painted toenails sparkled like the enamel on a freshly polished automobile. 

I tried to focus on our conversation, shifted around in my chair trying to camouflage my erection by positioning my coffee cup in front of the tent formed in the front of my shorts. 

Recently divorced, Harmony told me she was the mother of a 21 year old son, now a ground pounding Marine Second Lieutenant in Iraq and a 23 year old daughter the same age as me. My God, what her daughter must look like, what sexuality and beauty must reside in the progeny of this spectacular woman, I wondered. Harmony worked in a grocery as a checker on Route 303, liked Gregory Peck movies, slow dancing and sunbathing in the nude. Unless she became a mother at ten, I estimated her as twice my age, but she did not look much older then her reputed daughter. Had she discovered an elixir to ward off aging or did the fountain of youth actually exist and she knew its exact location? She looked so good; of such perfection I began to doubt she was real. Was she merely a confection of fantasy, the build up to a climax of a wet dream I was having as I slept soundly in my bed. Maybe during my tour in Iraq when that shot from the AK-47 whizzed by my head it actually hit and killed me and as a reward for giving my life for my country Harmony Hill was my reward. Looking at her fetching legs, slim ankles and petite feet, the cleavage, the tits gloriously exposed, reveling in her musky scent, captivated by her smoky sensuality, I considered Harmony Hill a much better deal then the 79 virgins allotted to a suicidal bomber. 

I, Dwight Porter, a decent looking-in my own estimation- twenty-three-year old failed college student, a former solder, a combat veteran and a bartender at a place called The Sweet Spot had never felt so inundated by lust. Lust so viscous I felt like I could reach out and touch it.

As Harmony finished her brief bio her left hand drifted under her silk wrap and began playing with her pussy. At the same time her right hand gently shifted the fabric curtain across her breasts and her right breast came into view. 

With the exception of a few centerfolds in Playboy and a striper I had once seen who according to a cop standing near by was formerly a man, I had never seen such a spectacular breast. I had no doubt the left one was just as spectacular. 

It was huge, round and firm. The cone shaped rose colored nipple in the center of a coffee colored areola appeared as prominent as a tall man in a crowd of short people. The fingers on her left hand continued to probe between her legs and at the same time she played with the nipple on her breast with her thumb and index finger. 

"Do you like my breasts Dwight? Do they please you? I heard the nasty argument you had last night with your girlfriend. I am horny and you need some consoling. This pussy of mine needs a hard cock in it for sure and the way you are standing up it looks like your cock wants to fill me as much as I want it filled. First, though I want to suck your cock. Other then fucking, I love nothing better then sucking cock." 

Harmony stood up and as she vaulted across the table, I saw her shaved pubis as she squatted on the floor in front of me. She yanked my shorts over my hardness and pushed them to my knees and no farther. For a brief second the cool air in the apartment tickled the helmet of my cock and then the pink cavern of her mouth swallowed me and her pinker lips clamped around me. Her cheeks puckered as she sucked. For several minutes she sucked, her mouth making a nearly perfect vacuum. She sucked as though she wished to empty me through the portal at the end of my cock. I gripped the arms of the chair, moaned, and tossed my head back, reveling in the ministrations of her mouth. Fourteen women had sucked me off before Harmony gave me head and they all paled by comparison. Looking down at her, my eyes clouding over, I could see my entire stalk disappearing inside her hot, moist mouth. She went at my cock as a starving man attacks victuals when brought near him. Her passion in sucking cock made the sex act that much more supercharged. My sperm climbed inexorably toward her suctioning mouth.

She released me before I exploded in her mouth, took my balls inside her mouth, sucked them just as ardently, let them pop from her mouth and licked them to and fro. Then she went back to my cock. She licked its sides, her saliva coating my member. Then she raked her teeth up and down me, the sharpness of incisors and bicuspids thrilling me no end as pain and pleasure blended as one and rapture of such an overpowering intensity swallowed me.

Along with the ecstasy induced by Harmony's mouth I had the added pleasure of looking at all the allures of this woman, this sexual beast fucking me with her mouth. Her heavy breasts with their engorged nipples, the pussy so wet I imagined it drenched the carpet underneath her, the long legs worthy of Mary Hart or Betty Grable.

I grabbed at her head, my hands over her ears and pulled her toward my cock and as she sucked so fervently my semen flooded into her mouth and the glistening fluid dribbled from between her lips.

"My God," is all I could say. 

"Now, you need to fuck me and I want to be fucked hard," Harmony said as she swallowed my sperm in one single gulp. "The bed is a wreck so we have to fuck here on the floor."

"Honey, I would fuck you in the middle of a mine field or on the edge of a cliff."

"After my divorce, well it was actually before my divorce, I decided that no man over the age of 25 would ever fuck this body of mine. So far 19 strapping young men such as you have fucked me. My husband caught me fucking the second one, the pool guy, and that is what put me on the road to a divorce but it was worth it. I think all that young and potent sperm will keep this 55 year old body nice and healthy. Now, fuck me baby."

First, I untied the sash of her wrap, pushed the material to the left and right and reveled in the sight of her body.

"Come on baby, I have not been fucked in three days and I crave your cock. Fuck me."

My cock as hard now as it was before she sucked me, quickly charged into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around my back, pushed her hips toward my lunging cock. My tongue entered her mouth and her tongue embraced it. I rose up on my hips and slammed in to her.

"That's it, fuck me like that. I am your slut."

Never had my cock felt so huge, so hard, and so hungry. No matter how many young or old cocks had descended into her depths she remained tight and gripped me like a vice. As I moved in and out of her, she scratched at my back, licked at my neck, her tongue painted wet streaks across my jaws.

"Harmony, you are so wicked," I said.

"Honey, you have no idea how wicked I am."

"Tell me about your wicked ways," I said. "That would be such a turn on." 

"Not right now, but I will. Remind me to tell you sometime about getting fucked by two 23 year old twins simultaneously."

"I will, I will," I said as I continued to push in and out of her. All this back and forth movement, the rubbing of my knees against the carpet was causing a significant rug burn on my knee caps. Not that it mattered in the least. 

Harmony removed her legs from around my back and spread them as wide as she could extend them.

"That's it stud, fuck me with that hard cock."

Then I pushed her legs together and draped my legs outside hers. Heavenly just heavenly.

In the next several hours we must have fucked three more times, she sucked me off again and I fucked her in the ass once.

After we finished fucking, we showered together and she sucked me off once more.

"Honey, any time you want to fuck just knock on the door. As long as I am not fucking some other young stud, I am all yours."