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Obsession Ch. 03

By: Amyfriend



Continued from Chapter 2... Visit to the Psychiatrist

"Are you leaning more towards older men than younger ones, Judy?"

"Yes, older men are much more reliable and less hassles."

"Someone like me you mean?"

"Yes someone like you Doc, would be perfect."

"Oh wow, there's hope for me yet, ha, ha."

"Are you offering yourself Doc?"

"I don't know how to answer that Judy."

"A simple yes or no or a nod..."

There was a silent pause

"Doc, did you just nod?"

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"Sorry, did I give you the impression that I nodded?"

"Yes."

"Oh, that was probably a weak relapse, after spending the last 90 minutes with you, what man wouldn't say yes or nod."

"I understand Doc. But don't be afraid to openly indicate your intentions."

"Are you saying that you could be interested in me, as a man rather than just your Psychiatrist."

"Yes."

"I'm flattered Judy, but I have ethics to think about."

"I understand and your office is not the right place. But you do have my address and I will be home alone at 7 p.m. tonight."

"Well let's get off that subject for now. Tell me how you met some of your other older men?"

"Late last summer I worked with a volunteer group to clean up the park. It was one of those hot humid days when if you did anything you sweated like a pig. Well I was dressed in short shorts and a small cutoff tanktop, no bra of course. I had filled my second small garbage bag of rubbish when I decided to take a break and sat beside an older guy on one of the park benches, he was also working on the garbage project."

"Did you dress that way with seduction in mind?"

"No, I dressed that way because of the weather, but sweat was pouring out of me and the front of my tanktop was soaked. I guess he was smart, he had one of those spikes on a stick so he didn't have to keep bending over like I did to pick up garbage. Anyway he really was smart because he also had a towel hung from his belt and I didn't, so he offered me the small towel to wipe away my sweat."

"I see, please go on."

"Well I wiped my face and under my hairy arms then I pushed it up my top to wipe my chest. He told me my back was soaked also and took the towel then wiped down my back. I thanked him for the use of his towel and he told me that he would cherish the towel and probably never wash it again as he put his face in the towel and sniffed then grinned. I just laughed like crazy and went back to work, picking up garbage."

"Then what happened?"

"Well about an hour later our paths crossed again and straight away he offered his towel and I went through the same routine to dry myself. Then he offered me a cold drink from his cooler in the car, which was about 100 yards away and how could I refuse on such a hot day. We chatted on the way and I learnt the basic things about him. His name was Jack and he was 60 years old and a widower, retired early with a company pension to look after his sick wife who later passed away. He had one of those small hatchback cars and thank goodness it was parked in the shade so we sat on the back of the car, drank our cold drinks and chatted. One thing led to another and he told me how he missed having a woman and that he would give anything to have a beautiful young woman like me in his life."

"Did he hit on you then?"

"Yes in a way, I was reading between the lines of what he was saying and when he repeated that he would give anything to have a young woman like me, I said ANYTHING. He replied YES. So then I grinned and asked what he meant."

"And how did he react to that question?"

"He looked apologetic and said that he didn't mean it the way it sounded, he meant just to have a friend like me in his life to have supper and conversations and such. Again he apologized and said that he didn't want me to think that he thought I was some kind of hooker. He said he was just lonely for female companionship."

"How did you react then?"

"I said, 'Well Jack why don't you just ask me out to supper instead of getting yourself tied up in verbal knots.' He smiled and then asked me to join him for supper that day. I accepted and told him that we better get our garbage bags checked in and then he could drive me home so that I could change."

"Please continue, Judy."

"He was a gentleman and sat quietly while I showered and then dressed lightly. Then we drove over to his place and he washed and changed before we drove over to this huge air-conditioned mall. He insisted that we take a stroll around the mall, he held my hand as he took me in this small store and bought two hand towels. One for me and one to replace the one that he would never wash again. It was both thoughtful and funny. After that we went into this small steakhouse restaurant and had supper."

"Very nice. So what did you choose to wear, Judy?"

"I just wore a thin lemon colored summer dress with small shoulder straps that came several inches above the knees and also showed a little cleavage, I chose flat sandals, no panties or bra and just a small purse. If I had known we were going in to an overly air-conditioned mall I would have chosen something else as it really perked up my nipples and he couldn't keep his eyes off them."

"Do you often go around without panties and bra?"

"Yes, like right now."

"Oh my. So what happened then, Judy?"

"Well over supper, I was watching him watching me and my breasts, ha, ha. We had coffee and chatted for quite a while and he learned quite a few things about where I had come from etc. Then he offered to take me to the cinema house in the mall. It was one of those romantic tearjerker slow movies and he put his arm around me and after I had done crying, my head slowly sank into his shoulder, I think I slept through the last 30 minutes. Then when we got out to the parking lot he had a flat tire, so I helped him to install the spare. I'm sure he enjoyed standing over me and looking down the top of my dress."

"Then home, or to his place?"

"To my place for coffee and a cleanup, we were pretty grubby after our flat tire ordeal. We had a good laugh about the end of our outing and he said he knew that the evening was going to end on a 'flat' note. I thanked him for supper and the movie, the part that I saw, and told him that the evening didn't have to be over if he didn't want it to be. He looked at me with questioning eyes so I kissed him on the cheek. Then I straddled his knee so as to face him and his hands came down around my butt to hold me as I leaned into him and told him that I really enjoyed the day together. He was looking straight down the top of my dress and remarked that I had a beautiful figure. I asked if he meant my boobs and he grinned as I let the shoulder straps fall down which exposed even more." 

"Oh my, what happened then?"

"Well you could say that I seduced him. I wriggled my butt on his knee and eased up the back of my dress so that his hands were on my bare butt. He closed his eyes like he was in paradise as I lifted myself up slowly and his hands went right under my bare butt cheeks before I eased back down. I could feel his hard cock underneath me and I started to grind my pussy over it slowly as I also got my arms out of the straps and exposed my breasts to him, then offered one to his mouth. My feet were firmly on the floor on either side of his knee so I lifted myself up just long enough to be able to get his hard cock out of his pants. Then I held it where I wanted it until I settled my wet bare pussy lips over the shaft. I started to move slowly, rubbing myself up and down his shaft while he kneaded my bum cheeks and sucked on my breasts."

"Wow."

"Oh my god, he said as I kept running my wet lips up and down his shaft so that his cockhead slid over my clit and cause violent tremors inside me. Then when I knew he was going to cum I cupped my hand under his cockhead and held it tight against my pussy lips while I orgasmed. I could feel the sheer electricity of our mounting tensions and then the wild throbbing of his cock as he started to ejaculate and suddenly my hand was full of juicy warm cum which I was ladling and rubbing all over my pubic area. His fingers dug in as they gripped my cheeks but he held me tightly against him and his head rested on my shoulder as he caught his breath. Wow, my goodness, that was so erotic and incredible, he said."

"I'll bet, so what happened then, Judy?"

"We just stayed in that position for a little while and then I asked him where his towels were. He laughed and told me he should have bought more. I told him to stay put and got off his knee then went to the bathroom to get a wet cloth and a towel. I knelt on the floor beside him and wiped his wet cock then kissed it before I put it back in his pants. He was lucky that he only had a few small wet spots on his pants so I wiped them away. Basically that was it, I made myself decent again by pulling over my straps, then we finished off our coffee and he left a very happy man. Shortly after he left I removed my dress and then laid down on my bed and masturbated myself to sleep."

"Did you enjoy just doing that with him?"

"Yes."

"Have you seen him many times since then?"

"Yes, every few weeks we get together."

"Do you have intercourse with him?"

"Yes, sometimes."

"You have a fascinating way of telling your adventures."

"Does that mean you have a hard on Doc?"

"It would be unethical to admit that I do, Judy. But I think our session is over for today, I'll see you again next Wednesday at the same time."

"Oh Doc, not tonight after 7 p.m.?"

"Bye Judy, please see yourself out, I better not standup."

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To be continued.

Obsession Ch. 03



"What happened to you last night??" 

Jess yawned heavily and attempted to focus on her bedside clock. "What time is it?" she asked.

"Dunno, 'bout lunchtime," said Kelsey. "Come on -- spill!"

"Nothing much," Jess said warily. For once she was reluctant to divulge the secret she held tightly wrapped inside - part of her felt that if she told Kelsey, it would become tarnished in some way. Right now it was all hers and she wanted it to stay like that. 

It was an alien feeling. They had always told each other everything and nothing was hidden between them. 

"Then explain why Neil had a face like a wet weekend and you did a Houdini act?" Something stopped Kelsey mentioning seeing Jess in Daniel's car.

"He's a wanker," Jess muttered darkly.

"Yes...but we knew that," Kelsey sighed patiently. "Did he try it on with you?" 

"You could say that."

There was a short silence. "But you're okay, yeah?"

"Yes, I'm fine." And she was. Daniel had erased the sordid memory and now all she could think about was him. Touching him. His fingers on her skin. The taste of his mouth...

All of a sudden she felt sizzling heat despite the chill of her room.

"Jess?"

"Ugh huh, what?"

"Oh, nothing. Just you went all quiet and I wondered if you were okay."

"I'm fine."

"Good." This was like drawing blood from a stone, thought Kelsey with irritation. "Aren't you going to ask how my evening went after you ABANDONED ME?!"

"Oh yeah, sorry...go on, tell me..." Jess felt guilt prick her sharply.

"Well, Ethan and I..." Kelsey began to relate everything as Jess snuggled under the duvet with the phone lodged against her ear. 

Jess was a little concerned that Kelsey was seeing Ethan through rose tinted spectacles, but she was loath to burst her bubble. She didn't know Ethan all that well, but anyone who was a friend of Neil was not going to be Mr Bloody Wonderful. However, Kelsey seemed pretty smitten and Jess couldn't help but be happy for her. Her friend usually had terrible luck with boys. 

"...so he asked if you could come too." Kelsey held her breath and waited for Jess's response. She really didn't want her friend to come along -- it was tempting fate.

"I think I'll pass, thanks," Jess said. The last thing she felt like doing was hanging out with a group of stupid football freaks.

"Oh okay." Kelsey smiled to herself. That left the opportunity for her to spend time alone with Ethan. If Jess didn't show, his mates wouldn't bother hanging around for long.

"Will you be alright without me?"

"Course I will!" exclaimed Kelsey scornfully. She could hardly wait.

* * *

The coffee shop was fairly busy, but Kelsey saw Ethan immediately. She tried to quell the sudden nervousness that swept though her body and walked purposefully towards him. A couple of guys she didn't know were sat with him, laughing at some joke.

"Hey," she said shyly.

Ethan looked up and smiled broadly. "Hey baby, how ya doing?" He looked past her and frowned slightly. "Where's Jess?"

"Jess couldn't make it. She was busy," Kelsey said vaguely.

Ethan scowled. "Damn," he muttered. 

"Aw, you promis—" 

The boy sitting opposite Ethan was cut off mid sentence by a sharp kick to the shin. He yelped and said nothing more. 

Kelsey felt rather hurt. She was beginning to think Ethan wasn't really interested in her at all, despite the fact he had showered her with attention last night. 

"Shall I leave you to it, then?" she said huffily.

Ethan looked at her again and smiled. "No!" he said hurriedly. "Sit down, sweetheart, I'll go and fetch you a drink. What would you like?"

"Cappuccino, please."

She felt better now. Relaxing again, she sat down in the empty space created by Ethan standing. His friend leered at her and stared at her tits with great interest. Oh great, she thought crossly, another creepazoid.

Ethan returned with a steaming mug of coffee. He stared meaningfully at his two friends and they immediately shuffled out of the booth and stood.

"Catch you later, mate," the creepy one said. They both sauntered out of the café, eyeing up girls as they went. 

"Sorry, 'bout that," Ethan apologised. "They're not housetrained yet."

Kelsey laughed. "Yep, I noticed!" she agreed wryly. "So what's the big deal about Jess being here?" 

"No big deal. Anton fancies her and he reckoned he'd be in with a chance if she showed up today."

Her coffee went down the wrong way and she coughed. "Not a chance," she said when she'd recovered sufficiently.

"Well no, I thought not." He drank some of his own coffee and played with the bowl of sugar sachets. "Is she even interested in boys?" he asked eventually.

"Why do you say that??"

"Well, she always blows them out." He shifted on the seat and paused. "A few of us were thinking that maybe she preferred girls..."

"Not that I know of," Kelsey replied shortly. This was beginning to annoy her. Here she was, sat with her dream boy -- and all he wanted to talk about was her best friend. 

"Ok, forget it anyway. I would rather talk about you, oh beautiful one..." 

Once again Kelsey melted into a pool of syrup. He smiled at her and she felt her pulse quicken. He was so dreamy.

* * *

Jess mooched around the house all afternoon, pointedly ignoring her mother's frequent glances. In the end, her mother went off shopping, and despite the offer of some new clothes, Jess stayed at home. She couldn't face any more questions about her private life. She watched the Mercedes reverse down the drive and wished (not for the first time), that her mother would leave her the hell alone.

Flicking a film on, she made a cup of tea and flopped in front of the television. Daniel had remained elusive since their encounter last night. This annoyed Jess immensely. She didn't like being ignored. Part of her couldn't help but wonder if he'd changed his mind about her. That part was scared.

She'd never felt like this about anyone before. It was unprecedented. But she refused to make the first move and call or text him. She wasn't that desperate. Or at least that's what she tried to convince herself with as she sat on the sofa, eyeing her mobile phone balefully.

When it rang, she almost jumped out of her skin. 

"Hello?" she said, not recognising the number.

"Hello, you..." Daniel's smooth voice lifted her spirits somewhere into the stratosphere. "Was everything okay last night?"

She remembered the details and blushed hotly. "Yeah..."

He laughed. "I meant with your mum!"

"Oh right! She was okay. I think she was wondering why I was still up at that time, but she didn't ask."

"Good. I was worried you might have gotten into trouble."

Jess thought about that. If they hadn't heard her mother approach, it could have been very embarrassing. She shuddered at the image of her mum walking in on her and Daniel. 

"No, it was fine."

"What you up to now?"

"Not much." She had work to do, but it seemed remarkably unimportant right at that moment.

"Do you wanna go for a walk along the river?"

Jess felt all warm and tingly. "Yeah, that would be nice," she said. 

"Okay, shall I pick you up in half an hour?"

"Yeah, cool."

"Bye, Jess..."

Jess was still sat on her bed grinning like an idiot ten minutes later. Then she realised that she needed to get dressed and do her hair. She jumped up and began running about like a crazy woman. What was she going to wear!

* * *

"Wanna watch a DVD at my house?"

Kelsey sat in Ethan's car listening to music and wondering if he was going to kiss her. She turned and looked at him in surprise. Following his brief conversation with Neil ten minutes ago, she had assumed he was dropping her off at her home before heading to Neil's house. "I thought you had stuff to do?"

He shrugged. "Nothing that can't wait -- besides, I'd rather be with you."

She blushed. "Okay..."

He started the engine and drove through town while Kelsey watched the buildings pass by. She half hoped she would see some of her friends so she could wave at them, proud as she was to be seen with Ethan. But she saw nobody she recognised.

Gradually the shops and industrial buildings gave way to residential houses and fields. They turned into a small estate and Kelsey was rather surprised to see that Ethan lived in a modest semi. She had always assumed his parents were well off. 

"Will your mum and dad be in?" she asked warily.

"Mum's out and Dad fucked off years ago." He scowled momentarily. "Dunno if Sam is going to be around or not."

Kelsey guessed Sam had to be Ethan's brother. 

"Come on, let's go and get comfy." His good humour appeared to be restored once again and he winked at Kelsey.

She climbed out of the car and followed him into the small house. It wasn't all that tidy, but Kelsey scarcely noticed. She only had eyes for Ethan; the way his jeans hugged his athletic body was utterly hypnotic.

"Take a seat." He indicated for her to sit down on the worn sofa and said, "I'll get us something to drink and then we can choose a film."

She nodded agreeably. Frankly she didn't care what he did -- as long as he sat down with her, she'd be happy. She tugged her zip up jacket off and tossed it on to the back of the settee. The top she'd chosen was not only tight - it was also fairly low cut. This meant her cleavage was exposed when she leant forward. She knew he had noticed this as several times she'd caught him staring.

Feeling attractive was something rather alien to Kelsey. Most of the time she felt fat and a Plain Jane compared to Jess. But Ethan seemed genuinely interested in her and she was determined to make the most of it. She wasn't sure exactly what she was hoping for, but she knew she would have to do something to keep his interest.

Ethan reappeared with two large glasses of what looked like coke. "Here," he said, passing her one of the glasses. 

She took a large gulp as he knelt on the floor and began to examine a stack of DVD's beside the television. The drink tasted alcoholic and strong. "What's in this?" she asked suspiciously.

"I added some Bacardi - only a splash. But if it's too strong for you, then I'll go and water it down," he said with a mocking grin.

"No, no, it's fine," she replied hurriedly. Taking another large gulp of the drink, she tried to ignore the faint warning bells that were jangling in her head. She had no intention of showing herself up and ruining what might be a wonderful relationship. Of course he would assume she'd want a drink. Obviously the kind of girls he dated all drank loads on a regular basis. She could be like them if she tried hard enough -- a couple of drinks wouldn't do any harm.

"How about this one?" Ethan held up a DVD and she peered at it. The cover appeared to show a naked woman writhing on a bed with two men doing unmentionable things to her. 

Oh God, he wanted to watch some mucky film. Suddenly she felt way out of her depth. Trying to quell her nerves, she drank the rest of the drink quickly. "Sure, whatever," she said, her head spinning wildly as the alcohol began to take effect.

Ethan grinned broadly. "You'll love it!" he assured her. "I'll just go and refill your glass before I start the film. It's one of my brother's favourite movies," he added proudly.

In no time at all, Kelsey had another large glass of Bacardi with a splash of coke. The movie had begun and the opening scene featured a young woman dressed as a maid. She was knocking on a hotel bedroom door, apparently with the intention of offering 'room service'. 

About twenty minutes passed and Kelsey watched the film with a sense of disbelief. She was relatively inexperienced and her knowledge of sex mostly came from reading her mum's Harlequin romance novels. None of the tender scenes described in those pages were remotely like this film.

The 'maid' was on her hands and knees, taking a huge cock deep in her mouth whilst the other man fucked her from behind. No matter which way Kelsey watched it she failed to see how it could be fun. Surely sex wasn't so...filthy? She shifted uncomfortably on the lumpy sofa and wished she could go home. 

"Everything okay, babe?" Ethan asked solicitously when she moved again. One hand snaked around her shoulders and he managed to tear his eyes away from the screen long enough to smile at her.

"Hm, yeah, I guess so." 

His gaze slid her face, down into her voluminous cleavage. "I do like that top you're wearing," he grinned.

Kelsey's spirits lifted instantly. "Do you?" she said shyly.

"Oh yeah. You have really great tits."

For a second he focussed back on her eyes and she held her breath, unsure of what was about to happen. Then he moved forward and kissed her. This moment was something she'd been thinking about since last night and now it was actually happening, she was surprised to find it slightly unpleasant.

His tongue thrust into her mouth wetly and she felt the weight of his body squashing her into the soft cushions of the sofa. In the background, the moaning and squelching sounds of the film provided a chorus to the rampant thudding of her heart.

She became aware of a rogue hand sliding up her rib cage and when it reached the curve of her breast she tried to push him away. He was moving too fast and it was beginning to scare her.

"Please..." she tried to say as he momentarily broke away for air. 

"I gotta see those tits," he muttered almost to himself, completely ignoring her faint protest. 

Kelsey struggled in vain, but he apparently took it as a sign that she was in the throes of passion and hungrily attacked her mouth as his hand groped her tender flesh. A muscular thigh pushed between her legs and she felt a hard ridge of flesh throbbing against her body.

The knowledge that she had aroused him might have been ego boosting if it were not for the fact she wasn't exactly enjoying his attentions. She didn't want molesting -- she wanted romancing like the heroines of her novels. This felt all wrong - just like the porn film he'd elected to watch. If he'd stuck Pretty Woman on, she would have been in seventh heaven by now.

Before she could stop him, Ethan had yanked her top down and her bra was exposed. Eagerly he shoved his hand inside the lacy cup and scooped her breast out from its confines. Much to her mortification, her nipple hardened in the slightly cool air of the living room. He squeezed her tit and she yelped with pain.

"That hurts!" she protested, but he ignored her. He pushed the rest of her top and bra down and paused to admire his handiwork. Against her will she momentarily glanced at the television screen. The woman was on her knees and one of the men was thrusting his cock between her large breasts, a pained expression on his face as she squeezed her tits around his shaft.

Ethan followed her gaze and his face lit up. Before she could react, he had unzipped his jeans and released a thick penis. "You gotta let me do that!" he pleaded, one hand pumping his dick eagerly. 

"No!" she said, trying to pull her top back up. Tears were beginning to seep from the corners of her eyes. She felt utterly humiliated, sitting here with her boobs hanging out. This wasn't the romantic scenario she had envisaged.

"Aw come on, babe! Imelda let me do it."

"I'm not bloody Imelda Mackey!" Kelsey finally realised with a sinking feeling that Ethan was not the boy she had thought he was. He was no better than sodding Neil Patterson. With great determination, she shoved him back and stood, trying to control the emotions running riot in her fevered brain.

"No, you fucking aren't," Ethan muttered darkly. He was beginning to look seriously pissed off and Kelsey decided that she ought to make a swift exit. She grabbed her bag and jacket, and headed for the door as she pulled her top back up, hoping that Ethan didn't follow her.

As she entered the hall, a tall lad with scruffy hair came through the front door. He looked at her with surprise and Kelsey had a sudden attack of déjà vu. It was the dickhead from the burger bar -- the one who'd tried to chat up Jess with some ill chosen words of wit. 

"Ethan, who's the tart?" he yelled loudly.

"She's all yours, Sam -- she's fucking frigid." Kelsey suddenly remembered that Ethan's surname was Bradley -- hence the reason Romeo here had been called Braddo by his numbskull mate. Evidently charm ran in the family genes.

"Frigid eh?" Sam growled suggestively as he licked his lips. He seemed mesmerised by Kelsey's low cut top and she felt a twinge of fear. It had been hard enough fighting off Ethan. If they both had a go, she wouldn't stand a chance.

"Just let me go," she said nervously edging towards the front door. 

"Dunno if I should. You weren't very nice to me last time we met." He rubbed the bulge that was beginning to tent the front of his tracksuit trousers. "Maybe you need a lesson in manners, sweetheart."

They both heard the sound of a car pulling up outside before it backfired loudly. "Oh shit." Sam suddenly lost interest in Kelsey. "Mum's home!" he yelled through the living room door. There was a muffled stream of expletives and Kelsey felt relief flood her veins with oily heat.

"Don't worry, darlin'," Sam told her with a gleam in his eye. "There'll be another time." He reached out and squeezed her breast painfully. 

"In your dreams!" Kelsey said with a burst of defiance. Before Sam could grope her again, she pushed past him and flung the front door open. A dishevelled woman with bleached blonde hair stood there with a key in her hand, staring at her in surprise.

"Leaving already, pet?" she asked curiously.

"Yeah, nice to meet you," Kelsey mumbled, her good manners taking precedence over her desire to run away screaming. Trying to look calm and dignified, she walked down the road and headed for what she hoped was a bus stop. She just prayed it wasn't too long before the next bus arrived. All she wanted to do was cry -- but she was determined not to crack up within sight of the detestable Ethan's house. She would be damned before she gave him the satisfaction of seeing her sobbing hysterically.

* * *

The canal path was peaceful in the late afternoon sun. The occasional dog walker strolled passed them, but for the most part, Jess and Daniel were alone. When his fingers brushed lightly against hers, she allowed their hands to entwine and felt a bust of happiness bloom in her stomach. 

He talked quietly about his family and aspirations for athletic greatness, while she told him inane rubbish mostly. For once in her life she didn't feel like he was only with her for her looks. He seemed genuinely interested in her as a person, rather than a Barbie doll. Despite the fact she was wearing tight jeans, he hadn't openly ogled her like most boys routinely did. It made a refreshing change.

She felt as if she'd known him forever. It was comfortable being with him, talking and just enjoying the sunshine. Memories of last night were not too far from the surface, but right now she was more interested in his company. 

Daniel watched Jess surreptitiously out of the corner of his eye as they talked. Her small hand felt perfect in his large one. He couldn't quite believe that she had agreed to come for a walk with him after the way things had spiralled so quickly out of control last night. 

In the cold light of day, when he awoke to the harsh ringing of his alarm clock, he made a firm resolution to take things easy with Jess. He wasn't all that convinced she would be talking to him after the way he'd behaved in her conservatory, but if she was, he was determined to try and avoid jumping feet first into anything sexual. He sensed that she wasn't terribly experienced and the last thing he wanted to do was frighten her.

He liked her too much to spoil things early on. It was obvious she was no Imelda Mackey. Unfortunately his resolve was being tested to the limits. She had appeared at the end of her drive wearing the tightest jeans that clung to her lithe form like a second skin. It was all he could do to control the instant hard-on she provoked without even being aware of it.




Obsession Ch. 03



When they arrived at the parking area beside the canal, he desperately tried not to stare at her ass, just in case she noticed. It was damned difficult when all he could think about was the way she had responded to his touch last night.

But no, he wasn't thinking about that. Instead he grimly concentrated on the ducks that swam happily amongst the virulent weeds. Fortunately, before long the conversation distracted him from carnal thoughts and he managed to focus on her face as opposed to her sexy ass. 

"What was it like in South Africa?" Jess asked curiously. She knew Daniel had grown up there, but he hadn't really described his former home.

"It was amazing," he said wistfully. "I miss it a lot, but Dad's job meant we had no choice but to move. It was one hell of a shock when we first came here. I thought I was going to freeze to death when we first got off the plane. And the rain -- it never bloody stops!"

Jess laughed. "Hey it's not that bad!" She poked him in the side and he grinned at her.

"No. I have to admit, this country is growing on me..." He squeezed her hand teasingly and she had to look away for she knew she was blushing again.

"Come on, if we take this path up the hill, we can enjoy the view for a bit."

They veered left and began to walk along a meandering path that snaked up the slope. After about half an hours walking, Jess was out of breath and she paused to take a break.

"Give me a minute!" she groaned.

"Good grief woman! You need some fitness training -- perhaps I should start taking you running with me."

"You've got to be joking! That's far too energetic," she scowled.

Daniel took hold of her hand firmly and dragged her up the remainder of the path. When they reached the summit, the view across the town spread for miles, the canal twinkling like a silver ribbon far below. Small white clouds fluttered along in the gentle breeze and Jess closed her eyes for a second, almost imagining she could smell the salt from the sea, even though it was a good twenty miles away.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Daniel said. 

Opening her eyes, she expected to see him staring at the vista before them. Instead he was staring at her with a faint smile on his face.

She didn't know what to say; sensible conversation suddenly eluded her. "You're making me nervous," she said eventually.

"Why?" he asked with a laugh.

"Because!" 

"Don't be silly -- I won't hurt you." He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her waist firmly. 

For a second she tensed up, unable to prevent thoughts of last night galloping through her brain. It felt dangerous to be so close to him -- she wasn't all that convinced about her powers of self-control where he was concerned. Then she relaxed and rested her head in the crook of his shoulder. It felt sublimely comfortable.

Daniel felt the beat of her heart thudding against his chest and he closed his eyes. Her hair tickled his nose but he didn't care. Standing on the top of this hill, surrounded by endless miles of landscape, he felt like they were the only two people in the whole wide world. 

For a moment he wished they were. The way she was making him feel demanded at least a modicum of privacy. His body was reacting to her close proximity in a very noticeable way. No matter how much he tried to control it, his cock wasn't listening.

He felt her move and he looked down. Her azure blue eyes gazed at him and her lips parted expectantly. In the space of a heartbeat he was kissing her, instantly losing himself in the pleasure her mouth invoked. Her body melded into him and he knew she had to feel his erection; when she subtly rocked her hips, he was certain.

Despite the cool breeze that was wafting over the hill, Daniel felt the temperature rise at a startling rate. It was rather exposed where they were standing and making an instant decision to move. He broke their kiss and dragged her across the grass towards a small copse of trees. 

Jess acquiesced without a murmur. When he reached a large oak tree, he leaned against the gnarled trunk and pulled her back into his warm embrace. She moaned softly when his mouth found hers again and claimed it for his own. The feel of her soft breasts pressing against him was driving him insane. Her hard little nipples were evident through the thin fabric of her tee shirt and he couldn't resist sliding a sneaking hand across her rib cage to caress her.

She responded instantly. Her body arched into his and she pushed her breast into his searching hand. He felt like he was going to explode. Pulling away from her mouth, he saw her flushed cheeks and parted lips, moist and plump. She watched him expectantly, waiting for him to make the next move. There was no fear in her eyes whatsoever.

After gently rubbing the crest of her hard nipple, he slowly tugged her top down off her shoulders, watching mesmerised as her creamy flesh was revealed to his avid gaze. She wasn't wearing a bra and in moments her perfect little breasts were exposed for him to admire. 

She gasped when he gently stroked her small mounds. Her nipples hardened even further and he bent his head to take one small crest between his tender lips. Her hands gripped his hair almost painfully as he suckled gently, rolling the nipple around in his mouth while he squeezed the other with his fingers.

"Agh...mmm..." she gasped incoherently, awash on a sea of arousal.

Her hips continued to rock against his crotch and taking a chance, he reached down to pull the button of her jeans open. Pushing his hand inside the tight denim, he delved beneath the fabric of her lacy knickers. Soft hair hid the entrance to her sex and his fingers soon encountered hot wetness when he pushed further.

For a moment he hesitated and lifted his head. He didn't want to push her beyond her boundaries, but she so far she hadn't made any effort to stop him. Sensing no resistance, he tugged her jeans down slightly and stroked across her pussy. It was difficult to really do much with her jeans still on, but as they were in an exposed, public place, he was wary of removing any more clothing. 

He rubbed the hard nub of her clit and she cried out, gripping his neck tightly. Sticky wet fluids coated his fingers with juice and he felt his own arousal threatening to leap out of control. He could smell her; the sharp musky scent of her excitement made his cock grow even harder.

"God, you're wet," Daniel muttered against her neck. 

She gasped as he increased the pressure of his fingers and he felt her bearing down on his hand. Roughly grasping the back of her neck with his free hand, he kissed her. Their mouths fused together as he felt her body tense up. With a muffled cry, Jess trembled and almost collapsed against him. 

Bright sun fractured the clouds far above as Daniel gently removed his hand from Jess's underwear. She buried her face in his neck and he held her tightly, aware that something special had happened. Somehow he knew that this was a first for her.

"Are you okay?" he asked when she continued to say nothing. He was beginning to worry that she hated him now.

"I think so..." she didn't sound all that convinced.

"At the risk of repeating myself, I really didn't mean for that to happen," he said with a sigh. He brought his hand back up to his face and briefly rubbed his eye. When the scent of her sex wafted across his nose, he instantly regretted the action. His cock was uncomfortably hard within his jeans and the careless gesture sent another bolt of sensation through his already beleaguered nerve endings.

"You must think..." Jess lifted her blue eyed gazed to his dark one and paused. "I'm not normally like this," she said finally. A dark blush stained her pale cheeks crimson.

"I know," Daniel said simply. He grasped her chin and stared at her firmly. "I never thought that of you, and you have done nothing today that has changed my mind in any way. Okay?"

She chewed her lip and dropped her eyes to the floor. "Okay."

The sound of voices drifted across the hill, carried on the breeze like leaves. Jess hurriedly pulled her jeans closed and straightened her tee shirt. They stepped apart, trying not to look like they'd been up to anything as an elderly couple with a large dog walked towards them, chattering loudly. 

"Come, on" said Daniel, "let's head back." He kissed her softly on the lips and grasping her hand, they headed back down the slope towards the canal path.

* * *

Jess glanced up from the magazine she was reading when her bedroom door opened. "Hey," she said as Kelsey walked in. "Didn't know you were coming round?"

"Yeah well, I was passing so I thought I'd drop by." She plonked herself down on the bed and stared at the pink carpet. Then she burst into tears.

"What's wrong?" 

"Fucking " she sobbed noisily, "bastard Ethan - I thought he liked me!" 

"What happened?" Jess asked as she passed her a tissue from the box beside the bed.

Kelsey wiped her nose and sniffed again. It made her feel sick to recall the sordid scene from earlier, but she knew she had to tell someone. Jess was her best friend and the one person she trusted not to blab this all over town. She began to relate what had happened at Ethan's house and Jess listened stony faced without passing comment. 

"What's wrong with me?" wailed Kelsey when she'd finished.

"Nothing is wrong with you!" said Jess in exasperation. She reached out and hugged her friend tightly. "It's not your fault that Ethan is a fuckwit."

"Yeah but why didn't I see the signs!" Kelsey felt such a fool. She had wanted so much to believe that Ethan liked her for HER and not what he could get out of her - that she had ignored the obvious. Of course he wasn't interested in her! Why on earth would he be? She wasn't gorgeous like Jess, nor was she sporty like some of the other girls they knew.

Basically she was nothing at all. She wasn't ever going to be popular so she may as well accept it. She sighed miserably. Boys were a waste of time. 

"Forget him," advised Jess sagely. "You're worth more than a quick grope."

"It wasn't even that wonderful..."

The two girls sat on the bed, each lost in their respective thoughts. "Wanna sleep over tonight?" asked Jess.

Kelsey smiled wanly. "Yeah, okay, we haven't done that for ages, have we?"

"Nope, we haven't -- it'll be fun!"

* * *

The girls were lying on Jess's bed watching a late film. An empty box of chocolates was sitting on the bedside table along with a bottle of coke. It had been a long overdue girly night in and both of them had enjoyed it. What with college and life, they hadn't spent such a self-indulgent night in for ages. 

Since neither of them had classes until tomorrow lunchtime, Jess had insisted on watching some old Dracula movie. It was cheesy but still scary in places and certainly entertaining enough to provide a distraction from Kelsey's disastrous love life. 

The chocolate had helped too. Now that she had no man to impress with a new, svelte body, the diet had gone out of the window and her normal eating habits had resumed. Why should she care what she looked like when clearly the male population didn't?

Jess was watching the film, but her mind kept wandering off on a tangent connected with Daniel. Although it was only a few hours ago that she'd said goodbye to him at the end of her driveway, it felt like a whole lifetime ago. Now she'd had time to think about everything, she couldn't help but panic that she had behaved badly. God only knew what he must think. He had insisted he didn't think she was a slut, but given Kelsey's recent experiences, who knew if that was the truth?

They had arranged to meet after classes tomorrow. Tonight he was visiting his grandmother so she hadn't heard from him other than a few text messages earlier on. He had sounded okay, but it was difficult to tell from a few innocuous words. She just had to trust her instincts and believe in how he made her feel. Surely he hadn't been pretending to like her? 

The closing credits of the film began to run and Kelsey switched the television with a sigh. "Count Dracula can suck my neck any time he likes..." she leered suggestively.

"You're so gross!" Jess giggled. 

They both scurried into the bathroom to brush their teeth. Soon they were tucked up in Jess's bed, just like old times. A chink of moonlight slid between the gaps in the curtains and cast a silver ribbon across the bed. Jess stared at it as she curled up on her side and wondered whether Daniel was in his bed, thinking about her.

Kelsey fidgeted next to her, pulling the duvet tightly around her body. "Jess, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, what?"

"How come you haven't told me about that guy, Daniel -- I saw you in his car on the night of the dance."

Jess froze. She suddenly felt horribly guilty for not telling her best friend about something so important.

"I don't know..." She blushed hotly in the darkness. 

"I thought we told each other everything." The hurt was evident in Kelsey's voice.

"I'm sorry. I should have told you. It's just that...everything has happened so fast...and well, what with Ethan being such a twat, I thought..."

"Just because it hasn't worked out for me, it doesn't mean that I would be upset you've met somebody nice!"

Now Jess felt silly; Kelsey was right. She wasn't the kind of friend who bore sour grapes when she felt like she'd lost out in the boyfriend stakes. Kelsey would never be so shallow.

"I'm sorry," she said ashamedly. "I should have told you, but I guess I wanted to sort it out in my own head first."

Kelsey sighed dramatically. "Come on, spill!" she giggled gleefully. 

Jess told her everything. She trusted Kelsey implicitly and she knew that none of this would go any further. 

"So let me get this straight," Kelsey said, "You got half naked in your conservatory last night, and then he got you off on top of Dinsdale hill? That's a bit quick!"

"Do you think I'm a slut?" She was panicking now. She really didn't want to feel akin to Imelda Mackay any time soon.

"No! I don't think that at all. I'm just surprised that things have gone so fast. You gotta admit that whenever sex has been mentioned, you've kind of stayed silent. We all thought you were a prude." Kelsey reached out and grabbed another chocolate from the box. All this racy 'true confessions' stuff was making her hungry.

"Tell me what it felt like..." she continued in a slightly breathless voice. She was no more experienced than Jess was. After this afternoon's debacle, she seriously doubted she ever would be.

"It was...amazing," Jess sighed. She felt the warmth seeping through her body as the memory of Daniel's touch reignited her passion.

"What was it like when you, ya know, had an orgasm?"

Jess smiled in the darkness. Before the other night she had never known how wonderful it could be. What she had experienced on her own had been great, but with Daniel, it was ten thousand times better. "Unbelievable."

"I hope I get to feel that one day..."

"You mean you haven't had one?" Jess expressed surprise at that revelation. Kelsey had seemed knowledgeable enough when the subject had arisen in the past.

"Nope, boys don't like me, remember?"

"That's not what I meant. Haven't you ever touched yourself? Or used one of those, vibrator thingys?"

"Like the purple monster Mel had?" They both began to giggle helplessly at the memory of Mel's huge vibrator.

"That was way too scary!" Kelsey laughed. "And as for touching myself, I wouldn't exactly know where to begin." As much as she pretended to be worldly wise, the reality was she didn't really know much at all. The porn movie at Ethan's house had been a huge shock to her. 

"I did it the other night," admitted Jess hesitantly.

"You mean...masturbated?" This was said in a tone of awe. 

Even Jess now thought it sounded kind of dirty. "Yeah..."

"How?"

"I can't exactly show you!"

"Why not? We're best friends and we show each other everything."

"I'd be embarrassed..."

"Aww come on, Jess, we've seen each other naked dozens of times." 

Kelsey had a point, thought Jess. They had been best friends since junior school and there had been countless occasions of undressing in front of each other. Up until this point, Jess had never given it a second thought. Suddenly the idea that Kelsey wanted to see her masturbate was not only disturbing, it was also arousing.

"But that's not the same at all," Jess protested in a whisper. She could feel the warmth spreading through her body like slick honey. Suddenly the thick duvet felt unbearably hot on her overheated body and she kicked it partially off. 

"Did you touch yourself down...there?" Kelsey's voice was hypnotic and Jess shivered.

"Yes," she admitted. "I was feeling all hot after thinking about Daniel and it just kinda happened." She remembered how it had felt to touch her own feverish skin and almost involuntarily her fingers trailed lower. The room faded and she began to lose herself in the bloom of desire that was once more unfurling its petals. 

The mattress shifted and she was jolted back to reality to find Kelsey watching her with a strange mixture of curiosity and sadness. "You're so lucky -- I can't imagine any boy making me feel like that." 

"Don't be silly! You just haven't met the right one, yet." Impulsively Jess reached out to hug her friend tightly. She smelt the sweet scent of apple shampoo as they lay, side by side, breast to breast. Although they had slept together millions of times, it felt different this time. Perhaps because there was a tingly undertone of sexuality running through the entire evening -- Jess wasn't sure why exactly. All she knew was that arousal still quivered through her nerve endings like electricity. 

"I'm jealous," admitted Kelsey, her voice quivering slightly.

"You have no need to be -- you're beautiful and some lucky boy will realise it soon enough."

Kelsey sniffed. "You're just saying that."

Jess gently brushed Kelsey's dark hair away from her face. "No, I'm not. You have a great figure -- I wish I had boobs like yours. Mine are virtually non existent!"

There was a muffled giggle. "Yeah, I got the impression Ethan thought my boobs were great, too."

"See! Boys love big tits. They just need a chance to get to know you and then they'll appreciate the rest."

"That's no chance then." 

Jess was becoming frustrated. She wanted to shake her. Why didn't Kelsey see herself like other people saw her? "Just stop it! You're lovely, Kelsey." Jess hugged her friend impulsively and silently wished she too could meet somebody like Daniel.

The two girls lay side by side, not quite touching. Jess sensed that Kelsey was still feeling bad after the episode with Ethan, but she was at a loss to know what else to say. If Kelsey refused to believe in her own self worth, there was very little Jess could do.

"Ethan asked about you," Kelsey said suddenly.

"What did he say?" Jess stiffened. She really hoped that Neil hadn't been spreading salacious gossip all over town.

"He was wondering if you preferred girls since you never showed any interest in any of the boys..."

Jess burst out laughing. "In his dreams!" 

She could hardly believe the arrogance of Ethan. Just because she wasn't interested in the likes of Neil and his cronies, they assumed she was a lesbian? Lesbian or not, she wouldn't touch any of them with a bargepole now.

"Was he disappointed when you told him I wasn't into girls?" she asked Kelsey with a snigger.

"Probably," replied Kelsey. She was silent for a minute before she said something that took Jess by surprise. "Have you ever thought about girls...you know, in that way?"

"No!" Jess said with some embarrassment.

"I have," admitted Kelsey with a faint giggle. "I never told you this, but that party Mel had last year, well, do you remember that a few of us were drinking cider?"




Obsession Ch. 03



"Yes," said Jess huffily. She remembered alright. When Lisa threw up all over the cream carpet in Mel's parents' room, she, Jess, had been the one who'd scrubbed it clean. She had ended up leaving early in disgust.

Kelsey must have remembered that too because she went silent.

"Come on," Jess prodded, her curiosity aroused. "What else happened?"

"Well, after you'd gone..." She coughed sheepishly. "We were a bit drunk and we started talking about kissing and whether boys kissed differently -- and if we would be able to tell the difference. Then Mel decided we should test this.

"She got some straws and we each took one. Laura and I both pulled the short straw, so we had to be the guinea pigs and kiss each other. Mel turned the lights out and...we did it.

"And what did you think?" asked Jess, mesmerised by the thought of Kelsey and Laura kissing despite her initial aversion to the whole idea.

"It was different."

"Just different?"

"It's hard to explain." Kelsey thought back to the moment she and Laura had actually kissed. At first she'd expected to be revolted -- after all this was a girl she was locking lips with. But it wasn't disgusting at all. Laura tasted intoxicatingly sweet, like apples, and her mouth was soft and pliant. 

They had broken the kiss at that point, mainly because the other girls were expecting an in depth report on the differences. Later on, when everyone was falling asleep on various parts of the living room floor, Kelsey had found herself beside Laura, both of them cocooned in ancient sleeping bags.

Eventually they were the only two left awake and Kelsey felt compelled to ask Laura if she'd enjoyed the kiss. Laura admitted she had. In that moment, all pretence that it was only an experiment was brushed aside. 

"Shall we do it again?" Laura had whispered eagerly. 

Kelsey hadn't needed asking twice and the two girls drew closer and kissed softly. It was wonderful. No boy had ever made her feel like this. Their kisses were clumsy attacks designed to distract her from their groping hands all over her body. 

This kiss was sensual and erotic; a gentle exploration of another mouth. Instinctively she pushed her tongue between Laura's lips and sighed with pleasure when the other girl reciprocated. They both edged closer, their sleeping bags slithering down heedlessly as they sought a more intimate embrace. 

A muffled moaning sound broke the erotic spell and the girls jumped apart. Somebody moved on the other side of the room and a lamp was switched on, casting yellow light across all the girls.

"Mel, if you're gonna puke -- go puke in the bathroom!" 

A green looking Mel staggered towards the door and Kelsey lay back and closed her eyes. Beside her, Laura had turned away. The lamp was switched off again and apart from a few muffled whispers, the girls settled down once again.

"Laura?" Kelsey prodded Laura's prone body, but there was no response. She sighed deeply and wished the strange tingling feelings would go away. It took a while, but eventually she fell into a fitful sleep, curled up tightly in her sleeping bag as Laura snored gently beside her.

"Did you talk about it the next day?" asked Jess. She still couldn't quite believe what Kelsey had confessed to. 

"No, I felt a bit embarrassed and she never mentioned it either," Kelsey said with a sheepish smile. "Then it was the summer holidays and her family moved down south, so I never saw her after that."

Jess nodded. "Was she the only girl you've kissed?"

"Yes."

"Would you do it again?"

"I'd like to...if you'll let me." 

Jess gasped out loud. Despite the lack of light in her room, she knew Kelsey was watching her; she could feel the tension between them. As much as the idea shocked her, she couldn't deny she wanted to know what it was like to kiss a girl. 

"Okay." 

Her reply was so faint that Kelsey thought she'd imagined it. "Really?" she asked doubtfully. Now that she had voiced her innermost desire, she was frightened that it would destroy her friendship with Jess. She hadn't forgotten how cold Laura had been towards her the following day, although she hadn't admitted that to Jess. Laura's reaction had hurt her deeply. She didn't think she could bear it if Jess treated her the same way.

Jess took matters into her own hands. She leant forward and touched her lips to Kelsey's. The contact was so fleeting that Kelsey thought a ghost had kissed her. A shiver ran through her body and she sighed with pleasure.

While her eyes were closed and her mind was still exploring the feelings Jess's first kiss had invoked, Kelsey felt her friend kiss her again. This time the kiss was firmer, less hesitant. Kelsey's lips parted expectantly and she reached up to thread her fingers through Jess's hair, pulling her closer as her tongue flicked out and tasted Jess. The faint flavour of toothpaste and chocolate encouraged Kelsey to open her mouth further and she pressed her body closer, eager for more intimate contact.

Fleetingly she wondered why it hadn't felt like this when Ethan kissed her. He had left her stone cold; even now the memory of his hands touching her made her skin crawl with revulsion. Lying here, kissing her best friend in the dark, Kelsey felt real desire blooming inside her like a flower unfurling its petals in the warm sun.

The girls parted and stared at each other with a sense of wonderment. 

"It is different," said Jess finally. "Does this make me a lesbian?" she added with a worried frown.

"I don't think so," Kelsey said seriously. "You still like Daniel, don't you? She tried to ignore the pang of jealousy caused by the mere mention of his name.

"Yeah..." Jess lit up like a candle and Kelsey felt even more miserable.

"But you're my best friend and that won't ever change." Jess hugged her and Kelsey relaxed again. The intimacy they'd shared was special and she felt her jealousy receding. Boys came and went, she thought philosophically, but nothing could ever dent their friendship.

"I love you, Jess," Kelsey whispered, her face buried in Jess's hair.

"What?" Jess asked. 

"Nothing, I just said we should get some sleep. It's late and stuff."

"Yeah, guess so."

They settled down and Jess closed her eyes, still smiling slightly. "Night, Kelsey," she said after a minute.

"Night, Jess." Kelsey rolled away and hugged her pillow tightly. She still didn't know if kissing Jess had been a mistake. But until they awoke tomorrow, she wouldn't know. She closed her eyes and prayed that everything would be okay. If it wasn't, she had no idea what would happen -- life wouldn't be worth living without Jess's friendship.



Obsession Ch. 03



Kyan let out a long tired sigh as he slumped in the chair next to Jasmine's bed. His sister, after over 30 hours of labor, had brought four beautiful babies into the world and Kyan could feel the tugging of his own biological clock as each newborn exited the womb. He wanted kids of his own, no doubt about that, but would his mate be willing? Especially since she spent so much of her time baby-sitting Kyle. Well, there was only one way to find out. 

He looked over at the sleeping mother and his brother, who had climbed into the bed with her and was currently cuddled against her side with various parts of his body hanging off the hospital bed. Kyan wanted what they had and he wasn't going to give up until he had it. 

The newborns were also napping, a break which allowed the new parents to rest. Kyan's eyes drifted from baby to baby. Three boys, Colin, Chandler and Carson, and a sweet baby girl, Cassandra Grace. The boys had tufts of dark red hair and light cinnamon complexions while Cassie had dark black hair to go with her light brown skin.

Kyan pulled himself out of the chair and left the room. He pulled out his phone as he walked towards the window at the end of the corridor. The sun was bright in the sky that day and he didn't fancy going out in it at that moment. He hadn't fed in days and that made him more sensitive to the sun's rays. 

"Hello?" 

"Hello, love. How are you this morning?"

Natalie could feel the smile immediately spread across her face. It wasn't every morning that she was met with a sexy voice over the phone that made her wet in all the right places. 

"I'm good, Kyan. How are Jasmine and the babies?" 

"The babies are great. Jasmine had three boys and a girl. They are absolutely beautiful and Jasmine's doing well." 

"How wonderful!" 

"Why don't you stop by today and see them? Jasmine's been asking after you, so I know she wouldn't mind. You probably will have to put up with a couple of other members of my family, but we're pretty harmless on the whole and I'll keep you safe." 

Natalie chewed her bottom lip before she spoke again. "Do you think it's okay if I bring Kyle with me?" 

"It won't be a problem. Why don't you stop by around 4 or so and we'll go to an early dinner afterwards, if that's okay with you." 

"Sounds good, Kyan. I'm looking forward to meeting your family and seeing the babies." 

"Well, I'm looking forward to seeing you again. I've dreamt about you, but my dreams never do you justice."

Natalie's giggle made Kyan plump up, it was so sweet with just a hint of naughty. He wanted to see more of Natalie's naughty side and just about any other side she was willing to show him. 

"Alright, Kyan. I'll see you later today and tonight, we should talk. We were cut short the last time and I want to clear the air about some things that your heard and some things that I've been keeping to myself for a while."

"Alright, love. We'll talk after Mindy picks up the little man. Jasmine is in room 525. I look forward to seeing you. Bye."

"Good-bye Kyan." 

*******

Natalie held Kyle's hand tightly as she walked into the hospital. Kyle was overly excited to see Kyan again and to meet the babies that had been in Jasmine's belly on that fateful day. Natalie was just grateful that he was so enthusiastic, she wouldn't have come if he hadn't been. 

Natalie was in deep thought, trying to figure out how she was going to bring up her secret to Kyan that night, when she found her path blocked by three statuesque redheaded women. The women were beautiful, despite the scowls that marred their features. With creamy smooth skin, lean bodies, small but perky breasts and long legs, they were certainly many a man's fantasy. The women were all wearing skinny jeans and designer tops that clung to their thin frames. 

Natalie smirked. She couldn't remember the last time she could even put on a pair of skinny jeans. Her legs were just too muscular and her hips were too wide to comfortably fit in them. It was a problem a lot of her more shapely friends had, so she wasn't alone and truthfully, she wasn't terribly fond of the trend. But, the women in front of her wore it well. 

"Excuse us," Natalie murmured as she tried to walk around the trio. 

"You're excused. Next time watch where you're going," one of the redheads replied. 

"I don't know where our brothers keep finding these women. You'd think they would have had enough of big girls by now. Especially Kyan." 

Natalie could feel her blood pressure rise. Were these women talking about her and her Kyan?

"With all those women Kyan picks up and parades around, you have to wonder when he'll settle down." 

"Probably never, he's the biggest womanizer of the bunch. But then again, Kody only settled down because he knocked Jasmine up. He's probably just biding his time until he can start sleeping around again." 

Natalie couldn't stop the growl that slipped from her lips. How dare they talk about Kyan that way? How could they say those things about the love that Kody and Jasmine shared? If she hadn't witnessed how head over heels Kody was for Jasmine that day, or if the nurses in the hospital hadn't told her how Kody was a total one-woman man, she might have actually believed the women in front of her. But as it stood, they were slinging shit about the wrong pair of men and she wasn't going to stand for it.

"Listen, I don't know who you three think you are, but I suggest that you stop right there, back it up, and move out of my way. I'm not going to stand here and let you bad mouth Kyan or Kody like that. Kody is a good man and he loves his wife with everything that is in him. I won't let you disrespect that love in my presence. And as for Kyan, he's a grown man. He can do as he pleases and right now it pleases him to be with me. If that changes for some reason, so be it, but I'm not about to stand around and listen to you three trying to make me feel insecure. Get a life and stay out of mine." 

Natalie eyed the trio of women who were staring at her with something akin to begrudged respect in their eyes. What were they expecting? That she would just stand there and take their crap? Natalie would never show weakness like that. It wasn't in her nature. And as much as she wanted to cuss them out, she had a child next to her and she wasn't going to be saying anything she would regret in front of him. 

"Man, Kyan's lady friend sure knows how to cut a bitc...er...woman down without much effort," a deep male voice spoke from behind Natalie. 

She turned to find three tall, terribly handsome men standing behind her. They had identical strong, square jaws and bright blue eyes, features that they shared with Kyan and Kody, not to mention the muscular bodies that made them seem almost larger than life. They were definitely Channings. 

One had dark black hair that flowed down to the middle of his back and was reigned in by an elastic band. The other two had fiery red hair, similar to the three women who were still blocking the elevators. One had his hair cropped short and spiky while the other was sporting a faux-hawk that actually looked good on him. In short, the Channing men were beautiful. 

"Umm, do I know you?" Natalie asked.

"Not yet, but we'll make introductions and save Kyan the trouble," the man with black hair replied. 

"We don't expect you to remember straight away, but there will be a quiz in two weeks time," said the one with the faux-hawk said with a grin. 

"We are Kyan and Kody's exceptionally good-looking triplet brothers. I'm Gabriel." 

Natalie nodded. The spiky haired one was Gabriel. 

"I'm Gideon," said the one with the faux-hawk, "and Garrett is the weirdo with the long dark hair. Those three over there are our bratty sisters, Kylie, Kameron and Kristina, but don't pay any attention to them." 

"I'm Natalie Grant and this is Kyle. He's my godson. We're just here to visit Jasmine and the babies." 

"And to see our brother, we hope. He needs a good woman in his life," Gideon said. 

"Oh? I was just told that he had many women in his life. I'm sure one them is just as good as another," Natalie replied with a grin. 

The triplet boys shared a look before bursting into raucous laughter. Gabriel pulled himself together first and smiled brightly at Natalie. 

"The first thing to learn about our family is that our sisters are full of it. Please ignore everything they say because most of it is a lie," he shared.

"So Kyan isn't a womanizer who is in the midst of a 'big girl' phase?" 

"Kyan is the farthest thing from a womanizer. We thought he was asexual until you came along," Gideon added. 

"But the three of us, we're the real womanizers of the family. We'll do anything in a skirt," Garrett said with a wink.

"Does that include drag queens, brother?" Gabriel questioned. 

The other two looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure, we're equal opportunity lovers. Drag queens need love too," Gideon supplied. 

"I wouldn't turn down a hot guy in a dress....or a hot guy in a nice pair of slacks," Garrett said.

"Jeans are good too. Oh, what about a hot guy in a pair of Jorts? You know, jean shorts?" Gideon joked.

"Maybe we should broaden our range to include anything that walks on two legs?" Gabriel threw out. 

"Male sluts, the lot of us. I'm surprised our parts haven't fallen off," Gideon added. 

"Alright, that's enough. Really. I get the point. Besides, I have a kid here and I don't want to have to explain anything else to him. Now if you boys will excuse us, we're going to go up and visit Jasmine," Natalie said with a laugh. 

She turned, having totally forgotten about the triplet women who were still standing there, glaring daggers at their brothers. She gave them a quick smile and stepped around them, heading for the elevators. As she got on and turned around, she saw the two sets of triplets arguing in the lobby. They were a strange bunch, but she liked Kyan's family. 

*****

Kyan couldn't help the smile that spread across his face when he saw Natalie and Kyle stepping off of the elevator. He felt a contentment settle deep within him that just confirmed that he was doing the right thing and he had found the right woman, the one who settled the beast that he sometimes felt inside of him. 

Natalie wore a smirk and held Kyle's hand tightly. She was still nervous for some reason. Perhaps it was because she was carrying around a secret that she wasn't sure Kyan would want to hear, let alone stay with her after hearing it. 

Natalie sighed as she was swept into Kyan's strong embrace. 

"No worries, love. We'll cross all bridges when we come to them, and I'm convinced we'll come out better for it on the other side," Kyan murmured softly into her ear. 

He could feel the tension in her body as they hugged and he could see it written all over her face. Today was the day that they would reveal their secrets to each other and he could only imagine what Natalie had to say. 

"Thanks, Kyan." 

Kyan let her go and scooped Kyle up into his arms. "Hey little man, you ready to see my little niece and nephews? You can be their big cousin and look out for them when they get older."

Kyle grinned. "Does that mean I get to boss them around?" 

"Kyle!" Natalie exclaimed, surprised at his question. 

"Sorry, Auntie Leelee," Kyle said before turning back to Kyan. 

"No worries, bud. I think you'll work out how to keep them in line without getting too bossy," Kyan encouraged. 

Kyan led them to the room and smiled as Jasmine welcomed them both with open arms. Gideon, Garrett and Gabriel made their appearance shortly after Natalie had arrived and they mentioned the run in with the girls, but made sure to express just how impressed they were with the way Natalie shut them down. Kyan could feel the blood in his veins boiling, as his warning didn't seem to put his meddling sisters off. But, he pushed his anger aside. The girls would get their comeuppance, of that he was sure. When the girls' mates came into their lives, they would have five pissed off brothers to reckon with. 

Kyan watched as Natalie seamlessly fit into his crazy family, taking part in the teasing and the laughter as if she had been around it for years. He also watched as Kyle fixated on the youngest of the quads, his niece. Kyle stood vigil over her and watched closely as she slept and smiled brightly when she awoke to look up at him. 

Kyan's amusement at the fact that Kyle was obsessed with little Cassandra Grace was tempered by his brother's stern glare in his direction every time his mirth spilled over into loud laughs. Of course, Kody wasn't expecting to have to worry about boys wanting to date his daughter for at least another 15 years, but sometimes fate worked in mysterious ways. 

Kyan grinned as he heard Kody's voice in his head. "I don't like the way Kyle is staring at my daughter."

"He can't help himself, Kody, he's four. It's not like he's planning to get into her diaper or anything," Kyan answered back, using their bond to communicate telepathically. 

"You say that now, but I don't trust that pointy-eared kid. I'm going to make sure I keep him far from my daughter in the future."

"Pointy-ears? What are you talking about?" 

"Look at him closely, Kyan. Under that mop of hair, he's got pointy little elf ears. I mean, they are a bit rounded at the tip, so it's not as apparent, but they are pointed. Are you sure his mother is completely human?"

"Yes. She's as human as they come and kind of crazy to boot." 

"I'd ask Natalie if she knows anything about his father then. I bet you a steak dinner he's descended from the elves or the fey."

"Are you saying you think Kyle's fixated on your Cassandra because she's his mate? I suppose that is a possibility. A boy of non-human decent would be able to identify his mate pretty easily," Kyan grinned. 

"I don't want to think about it. I can't believe that kid is after my daughter already. She's barely over a day old." 

"Don't worry, Kody. He's a good kid and he has a good heart. And with us in his life, we can make sure we raise him to be a good man, worthy of your little princess. Now, leave the poor kid alone, he doesn't understand what he's feeling." 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll leave it but he better watch himself." 

Kyan turned his focus back to his own mate. "Natalie, if we want to go to dinner before Mindy comes to pick up Kyle, we should probably go." 

Natalie nodded and after she managed to drag Kyle away from the side of Cassandra's cot, they left the hospital, promising to visit again. Kyan took them out for dinner and then they waited for Mindy at Natalie's house. 

******

Natalie could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she watched Mindy walk off with Kyle in tow. It was time for the truth and while she wanted it to come out, it was scary to think of the outcome. She closed the door slowly and closed her eyes when she heard the click of door catching. 

She felt Kyan behind her, his breath hot on her neck as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "I want you so bad, love. Let me ease some of your tension." 

Natalie whimpered as she felt his hands snake around her body, one gently cupping her breasts while the other worked its way down to the button of her jeans. Part of her screamed at her to stop him before it went too far, before she was too far gone to care that he didn't know the truth about her. The other 95% of her couldn't care less. She wanted Kyan's hands on her body more than she wanted her next breath. 

Kyan's fingers flicked the button open and pulled the zipper down. He ran his fingers around to the side of her jeans, tickling her, before he tugged her pants down further, exposing her to his questing digits. He dipped his fingers into her panties and felt his body react to the wetness that he found there. She was ready for him already, but he wanted to take her higher and tip her over the edge before he gave in to his baser instincts. 

Kyan ran his tongue over her neck, sucking on the soft skin before nipping on it. He loved the way she moved against him and when she threw her head back on his shoulder, he had to beat back the urge to bite her, drink in her essence and make her his own right then. 

He watched as Natalie climbed higher and higher, her moans a sweet song in his ears, he could feel it deep down in his soul. She was the one. His every breath was meant to be spent bringing her pleasure and making her happy, and that's exactly what he would do. 

As Natalie tumbled over the edge and head long into her orgasm, her head thrown back, her hair tumbling over Kyan's shoulder, a long howl of pleasure flowed out of her lips. 

Kyan grinned. "Hello, my little wolf. I was wondering when you'd come out to play." 

Natalie couldn't help the shock that ran through her body. Not only did she just let loose a howl like you wouldn't believe, but Kyan wasn't in the least bit fazed by it. It was almost as if he was expecting it. 

As soon as her body stopped zinging with pleasure, she turned in Kyan's arms and pulled him close. She pressed her lips to his and then pulled back. "We need to talk, Kyan." 

"That we do, my little wolf. Let's go have that long overdue talk and then I'm going to get down to business and you won't be leaving this house for at least a day, if not more."

"I have to work, Kyan." 

"Call in sick." 

"No. I have to work."

"Well, we'll talk about that too." 

Kyan picked Natalie up and carried her to the couch in her living room. He sat her on top of his lap and grinned into her distressed face. It was hard to be serious when her pants were hanging down around her knees and he could feel the wetness that had soaked her panties from his caresses seeping into the denim of his jeans. 

Natalie looked into his deep blue eyes and took a deep breath, steeling herself for any of the plethora of reactions that Kyan could have to her story. 

"I...I don't know how to start, but I'll get the big thing out of the way first. I am a...werewolf and I have been alive for over 50 years." 

Kyan nodded. "I know, love, and there's nothing to fear from me. I love you. You have wormed your way into my heart and into my life. There isn't anything you could tell me that would make me leave you." 

"You know? How could you know?"

"Because, I am a vampire. I knew from the moment I met you that you were my mate. Though, I had no idea that you were Were until the day I met Mindy. I could smell the change in your scent and the way that you growled was so damn sexy, I got embarrassingly hard." 

Natalie gave him a small smile. "It's been so long since I've even felt my wolf, I was probably more shocked to hear myself howl than you were."

"Why is that, love? I don't know much about the Were, but I do know that your wolf is just as much a part of you as Natalie the human is. How can there be that separation?" 

"It's a long story. Are you sure you're up for it?"

"I want to know anything and everything about you. You are my lifemate and who better to share with than the man who intends to be with you until the end of his existence." 

"I was the daughter of the top Beta, second-in-command to the Alpha, in my pack. My status gave me a lot of privilege and I can admit, I was pretty spoiled. I did what work was expected of me and carried out my tasks to the best of my ability, but my father continually showered me with gifts and gave me whatever my heart desired. I used to think it was because he loved me so much. But, now I know that it was mostly out of guilt. My fate was sealed them moment I was born and he knew it." 

Kyan held Natalie close, silently giving his support. 

"When I came of age, I was told that I had been betrothed to an Alpha named Forrest who was almost three times my age. He was away on business and didn't come for me for many years, but I wasn't allowed to even think about dating. I was meant for him and that was final as far as my father was concerned. When Forrest did show up, I was paraded around in my finest dresses and made to run in a few races as my wolf to show him what a prize I was," Natalie smirked as she said this. 




Obsession Ch. 03



"You are much more than a simple prize, love," Kyan interrupted. 

"Thank you, Kyan. I needed to hear that. I mean, Forrest wasn't bad looking, but he had a horrible temper and a reputation for being a complete brute at times. Not my type at all. I...I had assumed that if I said no, my father would object to the union. But I was wrong. He yelled at me, told me I was shaming our family and possibly messing up a pack merger. Our pack needed the added strength and Forrest's pack needed the land that they would get from my dowry. I still refused." 

Kyan pressed a kiss to her furrowed brow. Painful memories were being rehashed, but her knew she needed to get it all out as much as he needed to hear more about his little wolf. "What happened then, love?" 

"My Alpha came to see me. I saw my...Forrest beat someone so badly, just because he had brought back the wrong herbs for a potion of some kind. I wanted no part of him or his pack. I think they hoped that I could temper his beast, but I never wanted to be around him to find out.

I later found out that the potion that he was making was meant for me. Forrest had decided that if he couldn't have me willingly, he would try to force my hand. I was made to drink the potion and my wolf was torn from my mind. It was like my soul had been split in two... I was told that if I didn't mate with my betrothed, then I would never feel my wolf again. The potion suppressed my wolf to the point where I could no longer feel her and the loss was acute. I suffered, but I knew that I could never give myself to someone who would do this to another Were. It was the worst punishment imaginable. 

So I fled. I ran away in the middle of the night with all the money I had saved up over the years and some money from a couple of my friends. We had all made journeys into the human world, so I knew how things worked. And so, with a little luck and a lot of fast-talking, I found myself a small apartment and a job as a waitress. It worked out well for a while, until the diner I worked at closed down. Mindy had recently joined the staff and we had become fast friends. She told me about her job working nights at one of the local strip clubs. Being Were, I was fine with the nudity, so I danced for a bit. But, after a while, being the eye candy for dirty old men no longer appealed to me. I switched to waitressing at the club and after I put myself through college with the money I earned, I quit and found a better job."

Kyan growled low at the thought of other men ogling his woman's body, but then the though of her using those moves for him later that night had his growls turning to moans, especially when Natalie ground her ass against his raging hard-on. "Baby, finish your story before I forget myself and take you right here on this couch," Kyan urged. 

"You still want me after hearing all of this? I'm damaged goods. I'm not even a true Were anymore."

"You're my mate and I love you. I want you any way I can have you and at this precise moment, bent over the arm of the couch is sounding more and more appealing. So, finish your story and then I'll show you just how much I want you." 

Natalie giggled and pressed her face into Kyan's shoulder. "You sure know how to sweet talk a woman." 

"I do my best. So you met Mindy at the diner, how did she meet Kyle's father?" 

"I had left the club by the time he came around, but I heard plenty about him from Mindy. He came into the club and watched her dance every day for about two weeks. He finally approached her and promised her the world if she would just be with him. She held out for a month. A month of flowers, cards, and favors made all of us think that he was the real deal and that he wanted to be with her more than anything. Mindy gave in and they dated for a while. He stayed around until she found out she was pregnant and then he left, gone without a trace. Mindy felt so betrayed, but she carried her baby to full term and gave birth with me at her side. She decided to give Kyle his father's last name, though I'm not quite sure of the reasons why. Since then, we've been there for each other and I'm always happy to have Kyle. I know Mindy has a hard time. All I see is Mindy when I look at Kyle, they look so much alike, but Mindy only sees his father. It's a constant reminder of the betrayal and so I think it's affecting her ability to be the best mother she can be for Kyle. " 

"Well, he has you, love, and you're good for him. And now he has me." 

Natalie beamed. "That he does. Now, lets go back a step. You're a vampire? Do you drink blood? How does sunlight affect you? When we mate will I become a vampire too?" 

"One question at a time, love," Kyan teased as he ran a hand through his dark black hair. 

Natalie's brown eyes met his deep blue ones and she sighed. He was everything that she had ever wanted in a mate. Caring and strong, a perfect mix of soft and hard, with a good dose of love thrown in. He was the one that she had been waiting on and more than ever, she was glad that she hadn't given in and mated with Forrest, even if it meant that she was separated from her wolf for so many years. 

"Will you mate with me in the way of my people or in the way of yours?" Natalie asked. 

"My great-grandfather was a werewolf. It's where I get my dark hair and my enhanced senses. Every generation since my great-grandfather mated with my great-gran has always had at least one child with dark hair and a greater connection to their Were heritage. I am very conscious of my inner-beast. He is one who is more Vamp than Were, but has traits of both, and he wants nothing more than to mate with you in every way possible. But there are things to weigh before we make that decision." 

"What kind of things, Kyan?"

"If we mate in the way of the Were, there are some dangers. My great-grandfather mated in the way of the vampire, but not the Were, mostly because he felt unsure that my great-gran would make it through the transformation. That is something that we also have to consider. I might not survive the change. I haven't heard of a vampire becoming a Were before and there may be a reason for that. If I do survive, I would both Were and vampire. I might be able to shift, but I would still need blood to survive. Our children, however, would have fangs, though they wouldn't need blood to sustain their lives. I also can't guarantee that they would be able to shift into wolves. 

"Not being able to shift is considered a disgrace. I am a disgrace at the moment, I guess it would be fitting that my kids would be too."

Kyan laughed. "A disgrace? Hardly. If we mate in the way of the vampire, you will be of both worlds. It is what my great-grandfather chose to do. You will grow fangs and develop a blood lust that rivals my own. You won't need blood to survive, but you will hunger for it. Your vampire traits will overshadow the fact that you are unable to shift." 

"I suppose that means I would be a wolf in vampire's clothing. "

Kyan chuckled and gave Natalie a squeeze. She was just so cute. 

"As half-vampire, half-Were, our children would have all the physical characteristics that mark them as vampires, but they would also inherit a number of Were characteristics, as my family's branch of the Channing family tree does now. The choice is ultimately yours, but I will say that because I am more in-tune with my Were side, the dangers of the change may be lessened. I am willing to take the risk, if mating in the way of the Were is what you desire." 

"I don't want to put your life in danger, Kyan. I want to be with you forever and I won't risk that just so my kids can shift into wolves. Besides, I can't even feel my wolf at the moment. I don't think it's possible for us to mate in the way of the Were with my wolf suppressed. We will mate in the way of the vampire and I will live by your side as your mate from now until the end of time," Natalie replied. 

"Then it's settled. Now that we've gotten all that serious talking out of the way, let's get this clothing out of my way, so I can lay claim to this beautiful body of yours," Kyan murmured into Natalie's ear as he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. 



To be continued.....



Obsession Ch. 03



Jason was slightly amused by the scenario as he asked quietly, "Do you want to fuck him?"

"Hmmm. Maybe!" He was gorgeous with a light blonde hair hair, piercing blue eyes and an athletic body. "Then do it!!" as he encouraged her. "Invite him to get off at our stop and hopefully, you could find some place to get down and dirty with him." 

"You're such a bad influence, Jason!" as she giggled. She got up and sat beside the young man. She flirted with him, her hands grazing his thigh as his finger rested on her leg, casually going upwards and underneath her skirt. Luckily, most of the passengers had left, so they could be more open. 

She ventured further, kissing him as she caressed the outline of his bulge, as his hand slipped inside her shirt, rubbing her hard nipple through her bra. She purred as she casually looked around, unbuttoning his pants, digging inside for his thick shaft. "This is what I was looking for," she announced as she pulled out his erect rod. She gazed at Jason as she could tell he was getting aroused again. 

"You know, Melissa. You could fuck him right now, if you want?" he suggested, feeling himself getting very hard, wanting to stroke himself. He didn't know how the young man felt about seeing another guy masturbating in front of him, so he decided to wait until a more opportune time. 

"Your friend is right. You could ride my hard cock right here. There is no one left on this car." His tall fingers reached to play with her swollen lips, her extreme wetness getting him more aroused. She growled as he rubbed her clit vigorously, as she kissed him, getting herself into position to plunge onto his shaft. 

She straddled his legs and watched in a pleasure-filled haze as she took his cock in hand, giving him short, hard strokes as she positioned her hot pussy opening over the tip of his cock. She closed her eyes slightly as she slowly pushed herself downwards onto him, her pussy muscles grasping him firmly. She opened her eyes as his fingers ripped down her shirt, to tease her puckered nipples as her fingers rested on his shoulders as she began to ride him.

His tongue played with her left nipple as she grinded herself on his cock, loving how full he made her feel. She could hear Jason gliding his fingers over his manhood as he couldn't take his eyes off her firm ass cheeks as she plunged back and forth over the young man's shaft. How he wanted to take part in this activity, to slide his prick into her tight puckered hole while the other guy had her pussy but he wasn't sure if Mel had ever had anal sex. He got him much more erect at that thought as he continued to stroke himself. He knew he wanted to explore anal sex with her and he had a feeling that she might enjoy it. 

He enjoyed seeing the guy lick and nibble on her light-colored areolas as she pushed herself harder onto him. They moaned, exchanging dirty words of encouragement as he told her to lean over because he needed to take over. She did as she was told, as he pounded her fast with hard strokes, as she cried out, rubbing her engorged clit, sensing herself reaching the point she was going to cum hard. 

He pounded her furiously, mumbling her wanted to fill her with loads of cum, asking her if she wanted it. "Oh God! Yes!!" she screamed as he pummelled her hard, groaned as his cock throbbed deep inside as he came, filling her with his hot, creamy cum. Her pussy gripped him tightly, as her juices poured over his cock as he was still cumming inside of her. They rested for a few minutes until he said, "I want to see my cum leaking out of your pussy." She got off of him as she leaned back into the seat next to him, spreading her legs wide to show him the cum dripping out of her.

"Mmm," he muttered as he kissed her. She broke their kiss to clean off his cock with her tongue as he said impressed, "Good girl." His thick shaft was twitching again as he glanced over Jason's direction. He could see his cum flowing over his hand as he took in all that was happening. He looked over almost asking permission if he could fuck her again and Jason answered, "By all means. I'm sure she wants it. Right, Melissa?" 

Melissa stared at both guys. "You know what I want? I want you both of you to fuck me at the same time." A big smile appeared on Jason's lips and the other guy seemed fine with it as he mentioned, "It's been awhile since I have done double penetration but I know it will be fun with you." 

Jason really admired Melissa for speaking her mind about what she wanted sexually because he knew quite a few women who weren't as sexually open. He checked his briefcase for lube and found a new bottle. "I'm so glad I brought this with me," he thought as he asked Mel, "So, have you tried anal before?"

"Yes, I have and I love having a cock up my ass!" she said enthusiastically. Jason walked over to the opposite side of the train as he and the other guy discussed who was going to do what. "Actually, it should be her choice," Jason said. The other guy agreed as they both turned to hear her decision.

"This is a difficult decision," she pondered but "I want both of you to take turns, if that is possible." 

"Really?!" They said in unison. They both were getting hard at her naughty idea. 

"Yes, otherwise I wouldn't have said it," as her blue eyes focused on their thick penises.

"Come here, Jason."

He came closer to her as she grasped his prick. She beckoned with her hand for the other guy to come closer as well, so she could hold his cock in her other hand. 

"What's your name by the way?" she asked as she casually stroked his cock.

"My name is Brian," he said smiling and moaning as Mel licked his slit with the tip of her tongue and turned her head to do the same to the Jason.

"God, having two thick cocks in my hand is like heaven," she muttered as she began to suck on Jason's cockhead as she gave Brian nice, firm strokes. She alternated between the both of them, sucking and licking them as both guys groaned. 

"Get on your knees, like the dirty slut that you are so both of us can have the pleasure of fucking that pretty mouth of yours," Jason commanded. 

"Also, unbutton your blouse and take it off. You won't be needing it anymore."

She quickly unbuttoned it, throwing it onto the seat, letting her heavy DD breasts swing freely as she crouched down, her pussy throbbing hotly as Jason pushed his whole length into her mouth and slowly fucked her. 

"Fuck!" he exclaimed as he enjoyed seeing her beautiful lips envelope his cock. He needed more as he began to pump into her furiously, Melissa holding onto his legs as he pummelled her willing mouth, she deepthroating him as much as she could while Brian fisted his cock watching them. 

"You're a good slut, you know that?" he cried as he pushed deep into her throat.

"Mmm," he groaned pulling out just in time because he didn't want cum in her mouth.

"I want to watch you do the same thing to Brian while your other hand is busy with my hard dick," he demanded.

She complied letting Brian slide his penis pass her lips to settle into her welcoming mouth. 

She loved tasting the precum from both men's penises as they facefucked her.

Brian leaned over to twist and pull on her erect nipples as he facefucked her with abandon, as Melissa's finger slipped into her wet pussyhole. She fingered herself hard as he pounded her mouth, feeling herself soon about to come and she came when Brian couldn't hold back, spilling his cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop as he moaned, still sliding his cock slowly in and out of her mouth until he couldn't cum anymore. 

She cleaned both men's cocks with her tongue and both of them kissed her passionately.

"Hmm. I need to take a quick break to recharge," Brian said as he sat down in a seat.

"Okay," Jason replied as he told Mel, "I want to see your ass now."

She pulled off her skirt, leaving her fully naked as she positioned herself on the red seat, her pert ass facing Jason. He rubbed her ass gently as he jerked off his cock a few times, getting ready to enter her. 

His finger teased her clit as he pushed his cock along her crack.

"Oh Mel," he muttered as he penetrated her fully right to his balls. He was balls deep into her pussy and he gripped her hips as he stroke in and out of her slowly, taking his time to relish in her tightness. She growled each time he would pull out completely and plunge deep into her again, eliciting a deep moan.

"You like that, my slut?" he inquired.

"Yes!" she answered as his pace increased, thrusting hard and deep into her now. He glanced over Brian's direction and saw he was fully hard again.

"Why don't you join us Brian?" 

Brian slid closer, playing with Mel's nipples as Jason fucked her hard now. 

Jason got more aroused by seeing Brian sucking on her nipples as his thick cock pounded her tight pussy. He felt his balls tightening, knowing he was close as he slapped her ass hard with Mel crying out as he pushed deep into her one last time, groaning as his cock stiffened, spurting loads of cum into her. Brian had her in a deep kiss as she came hard over his cock, her juices intermixing with his. 

To be continued... 



Obsession Ch. 03



 

*

The soft pressure between my legs slowly brought me out of my sleep. I'd been dreaming again ... yet another dream about Erika. 

I hadn't contacted her since she had taken me like a two dollar whore at her apartment. I'd picked up the telephone several times, and I'd even dialled her number on a couple of occasions, but each time I had rang off before the call could register. Self-restraint was usually a strong point of mine and yet, where Erika was concerned, I needed every ounce I had. My sexy older lover had got into my psyche.

Half-conscious, I widened my legs and squeezed my eyes open. The way Callie was running her tongue across my labial lips was exquisite. Perhaps that was the reason I was so wet? It had nothing to do with my dreams of Erika after all.

Who was I kidding?

I ran my fingers through my beautiful girlfriend's blonde hair and arched my body. I wanted to concentrate on her and no-one else. When she grinned up at my sudden participation and changed her attention to my clit, I dragged my right leg over her shoulder and curled my foot around her neck. 

This was how it should be. Me and Callie. Callie and me.

"Mmmm, yes, baby..." I moaned.

She worked her stiff tongue inside me, knowing the effect it always had. When she began to thrust it back and forward like a little cock, the groan came from the very back of my throat. My fingers tightened in her hair and my groans turned into growls. 

I bent my other leg at the knee and planted the sole of my foot on the mattress. My body pushed higher so that only my shoulders remained on the crumpled bed linen and I began to grind up into her face. Callie momentarily pulled away, her eyes wide with surprise as she stared upwards from between my upwardly grinding thighs.

"Fuck!" she exclaimed. "What's got into you?"

My juices were smothered across her reddened face. Our lovemaking was invariably tender and my grinding had shocked her. For a moment I thought she was going to object, but instead she was licking my juices from her sweet lips.

"That's hot, Claire," she murmured. "Do that again, baby ... Come on ... Grind on me..."

I couldn't help myself. When her fingers dug into my asscheeks and pulled me tighter into her face, I roughly gripped her hair and gave her what she wanted. 

This was role reversal. Callie was me and I was Erika. 

A growl came from the back of my throat as I used her, as Erika had used me. I wrapped strand after strand of her blonde hair around my fingers, holding her face in position as I rubbed my needy pussy across her forehead, nose, mouth and chin. God, I was so lost in the moment that I didn't even know how long it lasted. 

It was only Callie's fingernails digging into my asscheeks that brought me back to reality.

"Fuck, Claire... I can hardly breathe..."

Her words came out in small gasps and brought me back to reality. Suddenly I felt very small. My girlfriend didn't deserve that.

"Callie... I'm sorry—"

"Nooooo," she interrupted. "That was fantastic. You've never done that to me before, baby. I love this side of you..." 

She grinned up at me as she spoke. Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she held my gaze and provocatively extended her tongue again. I moaned when she ran it across my mons. I gripped her hair even tighter between my long fingers and let out a roar of arousal as I started to buck on her face again.

"Yeah, like that..." she mumbled into my throbbing flesh. "Like that..."

*

"Hmm?" I asked. 

I hadn't quite caught what Callie had said.

It was three hours after our lovemaking session—no, our fucking session, that couldn't be termed lovemaking by any stretch of the imagination—and we were relaxing on the hotel terrace, enjoying a glass of wine.

"I know what you're thinking."

I glanced up at her again. We'd hardly spoken in those three hours. I'd constantly found myself miles away, thinking of one person and one person only. I only had to imagine Erika looking at me with those dark, smouldering, Italian for me to feel weak at the knees. 

I should have been focused on the mind-blowing sex Callie and I had just shared and yet every time my mind wandered in that direction it took a diversion and found itself outside of Erika's door again. As much as I hated myself for thinking this way, I realised I wanted more. 

I was like an addict needing her fix. God knows how many times I'd got myself off whenever Callie wasn't around thinking of her. And now I'd done the unpardonable. I'd taken Callie, used her, in exactly the sort of way that Erika used me. And I'd gotten off on it. 

"I've been thinking about it all morning, too," she said, nudging me with her foot. "You were so hot, Claire"

I reached out to cover her hand with mine. She was smiling across the table at me and couldn't have looked more beautiful. 

"Hey, it's okay," she said, sending me an empathetic grin. 

She knew me well enough to recognise the guilt written all over my face. Only this time, she had no idea of the reason for the angst behind my expression.

"I loved it, I really did," she enthused. "I want you to be forceful like that again. I've never heard you so vocal when you came."

That's because you didn't hear me with Erika, I reflected, before I could hold back that wicked thought.

I gave her another smile, but found it impossible to speak. The words were caught in the back of my throat. It didn't matter. Callie was doing enough talking for us both. I listened to her telling me how sexy I'd been for another few minutes, before she eventually veered off onto a different subject.

"I was thinking of doing some shopping," she said, flicking back her hair.

"Shopping?"

"Yeah," she softly said.

There was a slight blush on her face and if I didn't know better I'd have thought she was up to something. She had missed yesterday's session at the Conference too, although the day had been centred on Finances and that subject had always bored Callie.

"Why don't you head for that art exhibition you told me about," she suggested. "It's our day off, spend the afternoon there. You know I hate that pretentious stuff. A painting of a pile of rubbish looks like a pile of rubbish to me, not a masterpiece. So I'll go shopping."

The suggestion was appealing, albeit a little strange, too. Callie had spent most of her free day yesterday shopping for clothes and had returned without a single purchase. But I wasn't going to object. I could use some time by myself, just to get my thoughts in order.

"Yeah, okay," I casually said, not wanting to appear too eager. "That's not a bad idea."

It was more than that. Visiting the exhibition might help me take my mind from Erika. It was like eating chocolate—the best way to avoid it was not to buy it in the first place. The art exhibition was a great idea.

"Yes," I repeated, nodding my head to confirm my decision to myself. "We can meet up in time for dinner."

*

The ceilings were high and the white walls provided an expansive background to the pictures on display. Yet the exhibition had failed to inspire me. I had moved from room to room, trying to build up some sort of enthusiasm. But try as I might, my mood didn't improve.

My head was full of contradictory feelings. Callie was my girlfriend and yet she wasn't the one I wanted. Another dose of Erika was what I needed and yet that was bad for me. It didn't help that every time I internally debated my feelings, I came to a cul-de-sac.

When I reached the top floor, full of blown-up prints of women in various states of undress, I was taken completely by surprise. For the last couple of hours I'd worked hard to subjugate the simmering desires inhabiting my body and these prints—and especially the centrepiece—instantly brought them to the boil again. 

The large print in the centre was clearly designed to shock. The contrast was low and the lighting fuzzy, but it still clearly depicted a girl sinking to her knees before the engorged labia of an older woman. 

"What do you think?" a voice asked, over my shoulder. 

I turned to see a beautiful brunette, temptingly dressed in a low-rise pair of skinny jeans and an overly tight sleeveless blouse. Her deep brown eyes sparkled at me. 

"It is sexy, no?"

Her voice was accented and while I couldn't quite place it, the sound sent shivers down my spine. 

"Er ... yes..." I hesitantly replied. "I suppose so."

"You've been regarding it for some time. I've been watching you."

"You have?"

"Who wouldn't? You're a beautiful woman. Which other pictures have caught your imagination?"

I didn't know what to say. It was difficult enough coping with the deceitful thoughts inhabiting my mind without having a young brunette coming onto me, too. 

Her dark hair was pulled back into a severe ponytail and I found myself thinking that it made her face look harsher than it should. She would look completely different with it tumbling down over her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes were wonderfully expressive and she had the sort of full lips that I loved.

"There are so many to choose from," she said, beaming at me. "You're here by yourself?"

"With my girlfriend," I quickly responded, using my relationship as a shield.

She glanced around the room. "She's at the exhibition with you?"

"Er ... no. I'm here by myself but," I glanced at my watch. "I need to be going."

"You're sure?" she asked, placing her hand on my forearm. "There's a delightful little coffee shop I know not far from here."

*

I ordered an Iced Caramel Macchiato instead of coffee. Maybe it would cool the heat inside me? 

I should have been here with the brunette, but instead I had made my excuses and hurried away from the exhibition—and temptation—and found a small coffee shop by myself. I had enough on my plate without allowing myself to be picked up by a beautiful young woman. 

Yet the feelings she had left me with had confirmed what I already knew. I had an itch that wouldn't settle until it was scratched. 

Despite my session with Callie—God alone knew how I had stopped myself from calling her Erika when my orgasm had overwhelmed me—my body was alive with need again. 

I told myself I should go back to our hotel and see if she had returned after her shopping spree. But the likelihood was that she'd be gone for some time yet. That was okay, wasn't it? I could use my vibe and give my body the relief it needed. 

Except ... it was craving more than the relief that a heavy masturbatory session would provide. It was craving Erika. 

My fanciful thoughts flittered across our previous encounters. Before we had even been introduced the Italian siren had followed me into the public restrooms and fingered me to the best orgasm of my life. The next day she had fucked me with her toe under the table in the middle of a restaurant. And to cap it all, she had then taken me back to her apartment and taught me things I had only dreamt about. 

Wet dreams...

Her way with words emphasised her physical attraction. What had she whispered to me shortly after we'd first met? 

"I'm going to crawl inside that pretty head and peel you apart..." 

The feelings surging between my thighs were suddenly impossible to ignore. Despite myself, I found my trembling fingers reaching for my mobile. She sounded a little out of breath when she answered. 

The thought that I might have caught her in the middle of a session with some other hitherto-unsuspecting young woman instantly occurred to me, but that hateful thought was pushed out of my mind by the warmth of her greeting.

"Hello darling," her voice sang out. "How wonderful to hear from you. Where are you?"

"I'm ... in a little coffee shop," I whispered, glancing around.

The realisation that anyone at the surrounding tables could hear the conversation suddenly occurred to me. How stupid! Why hadn't I waited until I was somewhere quiet? 

"Perhaps I should come and join you? Is there a small back room there? I've always wondered whether I could stay silent enough to fuck you where other people could potentially hear."

There it was again. A few well chosen words and I was almost creaming my panties.

"You too, I suspect, Claire," she went on. "I just love the mewling sounds you make when you're in heat. Do you like making noise or is it just a natural consequence?"

All of a sudden it was difficult to breathe. I felt as if everyone in the room could hear her provocative words. Erika took my silence as affirmation.

"I'd clamp my hand firmly over your mouth to keep you quiet. Or perhaps I would just let you scream? It would be marvellous to go shopping together, don't you think? I'd make sure to touch you all day long, Claire. Just a brush, here and there, and a whisper in your ear..."

I closed my eyes in an attempt to compose myself.

"Or perhaps I'd just wipe a wet finger over your lips...." 

The sound of my low whimper seemed to scream across the room.

"You know, if you were here, now, I'd lick the sweat from your body. I'd trap you on my lap... your back to my chest... and I'd explore you. Thoroughly. Completely. I'd bite your neck and whisper lewd things in your ear. You'd like that, wouldn't you darling?"

"Erika—" I began, but stopped.

My voice was hoarse. The thought of this woman exploring my body made me dizzy with desire. We were both fully aware that I would allow her to do just about anything she wanted. I had some taboos, yes, but it wouldn't take long for her to overcome them.

"I know," she responded, reading my mind. "You don't have to say anything. Tell me, how long will it take you to reach my apartment from where you are?"

"I don't know," I breathlessly answered. "Twenty minutes, maybe?"

"Perfect. See you then," she drawled. 

A second later the line went dead.

*

Her apartment was exactly as I remembered—large and spacious. But it wasn't the room that made me shiver. It was the salacious look on her face when she opened the door to me.

"Welcome back," she told me as I hesitantly entered. "Your face looks flushed. Is that because you were hurrying to me or was it the thought of being..." she paused, with a lewd smile on her face, "thoroughly fucked again?

The way she emphasised the word thrust into me. My legs instantly turned to jelly and my pussy flooded. 

Oh God...

She sauntered across the room to draw the blinds open as I stood trembling in the middle of the floor. The open slats allowed the sunlight into the room and outlined her in her dark burgundy silk sheath dress. Her calves were bare and her feet were in impossibly tall, dark red suede Gucci open-toed pumps. 

She looked fabulous.

A soft smile crossed her face as she turned back to me. I stood nervously in the middle of the room, unsure of anything other than the heavy beat of my heart. When she beckoned me with her finger, my body trembled in anticipation as I sheepishly walked towards her. 

"They're going to watch," she said flatly.

She inclined her head ever so slightly towards the window and opened the slats wider. I had a clear view outside and so, presumably, did anyone who wanted to look at us through the window.

Heat invaded my body. 

"Who?" I breathlessly asked.

She shrugged her shoulders and curled her fingers up around the back of my neck. 

"Does it matter?" she whispered as she pulled my body against hers. 

She ran her hand down the length of my spine as her tongue trailed along my neck. I stretched my head upwards to expose more skin for those delectable lips. Being here with her again felt surreal.

"I missed you," she whispered in my ear. 

Her fingers delicately shifted my hair away so that she could kiss along my neck again. Every touch, every word, was soft and tender.

"I missed..." she murmured, changing the tempo by taking my earlobe between her teeth and biting gently, "fucking my whore."

I had to hold onto her hips to stop myself from collapsing. She'd called me that name before—in the restrooms, in the restaurant, in this very apartment. And she was right—I'd betrayed Callie once and now I was on the verge of betraying her again. 

I couldn't deny it. I was a whore ... Erika's whore.

"It's true, isn't it?" she continued, twisting the knife but raising my sexual temperature at the same time.

Her fingers toyed with the buttons of my blouse and she popped one free.

"It's what you are..." she said calmly. "It's what you hide..." 

She undid a second button.

"But not from me." 

A third button popped free.

"Or from them..." she added. She nodded back to the window. "They all know what you are..."

As she spewed out the final words, she dramatically wrenched my blouse apart. It tore open, buttons flying everywhere, and my heaving cleavage spilled over the top of the half-cup bra.

"Ooops" she said, entirely sarcastically.

She moved both hands up to my face, cupping it as she looked in my alarmed eyes. Her left ankle curled around the back of my right heel as she moulded her voluptuous body to mine. When she kissed me, her lips were so soft that I wasn't entirely sure it had happened.

"Do you know how much I adore your tits?" she asked, unfastening my bra and letting it drop away.

When she cupped my breasts in her hands, my already erect nipples hardened further. It wasn't the first time I'd been complimented that way, but hearing the words from Erika meant everything. 

Her caressing palms made me hiss with anticipation. She strummed her thumb across my right nipple and I let out a soft moan. It turned into a growl when she dipped her head and sucked it into her mouth. 

"You like that, darling?" she teased, those dark eyes finding mine as her tongue flicked around my nipple.

She held my gaze as she took it between her teeth, making me wince as she gently applied pressure. I bit down on my lower lip as she stretched it between her teeth and yet the heat between my thighs was overpowering. Eventually she allowed it to spring free and then her lips were covering mine again in a long, passionate, kiss.

"Such a sweet little slut," she whispered, when we came up for air. 

Her hand was underneath my skirt now. I involuntarily widened my legs as her fingers pushed the material of my thong to one side. She used a single finger to stroke along my labial lips, knowing that they would instantly part for her. I groaned into her mouth.

"Nice and wet," she murmured, as she probed me with the tip of her index finger. "Me too. Want to check?"

Her fingers suddenly left me and her hands found their way to my shoulders, pushing me downwards onto my knees. Then the toe of her red suede Gucci open-toed pump was on my chest, forcing me backwards onto the plush carpet, staring up at her.

With a twist of her body, she manoeuvred herself across me, drawing the hem of her dress to her waist. She was naked underneath. Each movement was slow and calculated; allowing me to savour her glistening prize. My gaze lingered on her treasure before as she squatted above me.

"I have a surprise for you later," she told me, with that lewd grin of hers. "But for now, why don't you show me what you're so good at..."

Her labial lips kissed my mouth as she lowered herself onto my face. I couldn't resist, didn't want to resist. She was giving me what I so badly needed. When her hand reached for my dark hair, gathering it between her clutching fingers and pulling me even tighter against her, I attacked her beckoning opening with my tongue. 

"Oh yes, just like that," she moaned. 




Obsession Ch. 03



Her grip on my hair tightened. 

"Does Callie's cunt excite you the way mine does, darling?"

I paused as her provocative words slapped against my brain, but she knew what she was doing. With a grunt of pleasure, she began to smear herself across my face.

"Show me," she hissed. "Show me how much you need this."

I responded by sweeping my tongue across her clit. It was already displaying itself, telling me how much it needed my touch. I repeated the action over and over again, machine-like, while she squirmed on my face.

"Goddddd, yesss," she moaned. "You sweet whore..."

One hand held my head motionless while she rotated her hips in tight circles. She smothered me, rising occasionally to let me breathe and then grinding down again. 

It was ecstasy. No woman had ever made me feel like this. When her orgasm consumed her, my overheated body came with her.

*

She had me. I was hers. We both knew it. Erika had captured both my body and my mind. She could do anything to me, with me ... anything that she wanted. 

And she was...

She had cum twice on my face before stripping me naked and positioning my body opposite the large ornate mirror.

"Watch..." she had told me, as she bent me forward.

I placed the palms of my hands on the table in front of me and stared disbelievingly at my reflection. My hair and face were still glistening with her juices. My breasts hung proudly from my body. My legs were spread wide. And a look of sheer wantonness covered my face. 

Behind me, Erika was naked too, except for the strap-on phallus between her legs. 

I had watched breathlessly as she had stepped into it, cinched the straps over her thighs, and poured a generous amount of scented oil down the large shaft before sexily rubbing it in with one hand.

Her breath was hot against the back of my neck as she eased the phallus underneath me, between my legs, and rubbed it back and forward under my labia. And the entire time she continued to talk to me, teasing me with her words.

"Such a beautiful whore..." she whispered, as my body shuddered slightly.

"Do you have any idea how full you're going to feel when I push my cock into that sweet pussy of yours..."

I closed my eyes and dropped my head, listening intently as her words seared into me.

"You won't be able to breathe..." 

"You won't be able to think..."

"You'll only feel my hands on your hips..."

I lifted my head to meet her eyes in the mirror. They were raking into me, telling me that my body was hers, a plaything for her pleasure.

"Slowly tugging you back on it..." 

Her actions matched her words. I breathlessly watched the look of control on her reflected face as her fingertips dug into my skin. She was relishing every second of my submission. I gasped out loud as she manoeuvred the head inside me. 

"It feels good, doesn't it?" she encouraged, kicking my ankles further apart. "Whore..." 

I dropped my head in embarrassment but it was never going to be that easy. Her left hand gripped my hair and yanked my head backwards, arching me like a bow. I had no choice other than to stare into her triumphant eyes as her hips began to thrust.

She slammed the thick rubber dick so hard inside me that my breath came out in a whoosh. The feeling of that huge cock filling me so completely was indescribable. Her hands pulled my hips back as she thrust again, harder. As she knew I would, I couldn't resist pumping my body back and I moved up onto my tiptoes to gain greater friction.

My backward and her forward thrusts were in perfect rhythm—driven on by my complete capitulation, the uninhibited way she relentlessly fucked me, and our sexy reflection in the large mirror as we watched a performance of our own blue movie. 

My arousal was in the red zone when a sudden noise alarmed me. 

It was the sound of her apartment door opening. I began to panic and tried to pull away, but one of her arms curled around my waist, holding me firmly in position while her grip on my hair tightened.

"I told you I had a surprise," she rasped in my ear. "You so love my surprises, don't you, Claire?"

Our bodies were obscuring the door as I stared into the mirror but there was no mistaking the sound of footsteps entering the apartment.

"I'd been fucking her all morning..." Erika continued. 

Her voice lowered all of a sudden. It became huskier as she added more emphasis. 

"But I sent her on an errand straight after you called..."

The speed of her hip movements dropped too, but each thrust was harder as she spoke, reinforcing the impact of her words. 

"I thought it would be better for you to discover each other this way..."

I gasped for air as each of her words—and every one of her slow, hard thrust—built up the anticipation until the woman appeared in our eyesight. She was smiling coyly and had already removed her blouse. When our eyes met, her smile instantly faded and we stared silently at one another. I felt like my whole world was about to crash around me. 

Then Callie and I uttered the same words simultaneously.

"Oh fuck!!!"

Erika smiled like the cat that had got the cream.

THE END

Copyright 2012 by deliciousthoughts

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