1 comments/ 29920 views/ 0 favorites The New Guy By: BlackSatin Jessica doesn’t visit the grocery store in the “expensive part of town” too often anymore. Between school, soccer practice, and spending time with her boyfriend, she barely has time to even go to the local market. But today was an especially tough day for Jessica. It’s been a long, cold Canadian winter and Jessica was going to treat herself to a nice dinner, a warm fire in the fireplace, a crisp bottle of wine and finish that novel she’s been putting off for the past couple weeks. She wanted to feel good tonight. Many men tell Jessica that she is a sexy woman but these complements mean nothing to her unless they are followed by action. She is slender, about 5 ft 7 inches 130 lbs, with a small chest. Her legs and butt can make any grown man hard, and she knows it. Tonight didn’t include any men though. Her boyfriend is out of town (at least she thinks he is) with his buddies. “Probably drinking cheap beer and groping easy women,” she thought to herself. She gets a bit jealous when she thinks of him with other women, but she also knows that there are other men who would give anything just to touch her body. Just knowing this turns Jessica on. Jessica took a long hot shower, put on her new black satin string bikini panties and black satin bra, a pair of sexy low-rise jeans and a nice warm cashmere sweater. She sprayed some perfume grabbed her purse and jumped into her VW Golf, heading to the store. On the way to the store, she noticed a car, a Saab, next to her speeding up to the side. She didn’t pay attention to the car at first, but curiosity got the best of her. It was one of the best looking men she’s seen in Alberta since first meeting her boyfriend. He had medium length curly black hair. A dimple on his chin and small dimples on both of his cheeks when he smiled. His lips were not too thin, but not large. His teeth were white and straight. He looked over at Jessica and smiled, then sped up to beat the impending yellow stoplight. Her heart was pounding, as she felt like the sexiest woman alive at that moment. She also noticed that her new black satin panties were now a little moist in the crotch. “What a way to start the night,” she thought to herself. She pulled into the parking lot and her heart skipped yet another beat as she parked right next to the Saab that passed her 10 minutes earlier. She looked in the mirror of her Golf, put on an extra layer of lipstick and pulled the top of her black satin panties just above her low-rise jeans. She figured since her boyfriend wasn’t around, it’s ok if she plays the “tease” role, if for only a few minutes while she shops. She walked into the store, grabbed a card, and walked directly to the produce section. As she filtered through the green bell peppers, she felt a pair of eyes staring at her. She had forgotten about the black panties showing above her jeans because she was now shopping, but in this instance she knew that someone wanted her, and quickly. She turned around to see the man from the Saab. She gave a half smile as he stared at her with a half smile himself. He was gorgeous. 6 ft tall, broad shoulders, slightly tanned skin, deep green eyes and an athletic figure. She wanted to melt into his arms on the spot, but thought about her boyfriend and quickly turned around. She was flushed, her nipples were hard, and her panties were now squirming between her warm thighs. The man approached Jessica without hesitation and said, “Hi, I’m sorry that this may be awkward, but I just wanted to let you know that your underwear is visible”. He placed his rather large hand on the small of her back, slowly moving it to touch the soft satin, and then placed his arm back to his side. She froze. “Who does this guy think he is?” she thought to herself. But she didn’t do anything. She just smiled and said “Thanks for letting me know, these low rise jeans make them difficult to hide”. She gave him Jessica quickly went about her shopping, quicker than she had planned. She now wanted to go home and masturbate before diner. She checked out and walked to her car. As she was loading the last bag in the back seat, the man parked next to her showed up with his bags. ”I’m sorry for being so rude before, my name is Brian.” ”Jessica,” she responded as they shook hands. “Listen Jessica, I’m making dinner for two right now, but need a second. Are you available?” Jessica wanted to take off all of his clothes right on the spot. Not only was he sexy, he was a gentleman that is not afraid to ask for what he wants. “My boyfriend was off drinking with his buddies and probably flirting with other women”, she thought, “why not go for a nice meal and get to know someone new.” “Sure”, said Jessica, “but why don’t we make it my place” She was a bit uncomfortable going to a strangers house. Brian said, “Well, why don’t I leave my car here and you can take me back here after diner.” Jessica agreed. Brian was almost too big for the Golf that Jessica was driving. Jessica mentioned to Brian “I don’t usually go out with strange men” … but before she said the word “Men”, Brian reached over, touched both sides of her face and kissed her deeply. Jessica resisted, now thinking about her boyfriend, but didn’t stop Brian entirely. Her panties were now completely wet and her nipples were very hard. Brian took one hand and placed it on her back, moving it slowly down until he had his hand half way down her low-rise jeans. He placed his other hand on her stomach, gently touching the skin just above the jeans. Jessica stopped Brian right there. Didn’t say a word. Just smiled and turned on the car and headed home with this beautiful strange man she had just met who apparently is infatuated with her panties. They made small talk on the drive to the house, with sexual tension resonating through the air. Jessica parked the car and Brian carried all of the groceries into the house. Although he was wearing a heavy coat, she could tell that he was a strong, muscular man. When they went into the house, Brian immediately asked, “Where’s the bathroom?” Jessica pointed to the second door on the right, down the hallway. Jessica was happy that Brian had to go to the bathroom. This gave her an opportunity to take a deep breath, quickly arrange the house, and place all of the photos of her boyfriend into the closet. When Brian entered the bathroom, he immediately noticed a pile of dirty clothes in a basket in the corner. Brian’s interest was peaked and, as his heart beat out of his chest, he carefully picked up a pair of blue satin string bikini panties that was stuffed into the leg of a pair of jeans. The panties felt soft on his hands. He pulled out his semi-hard penis and began to stroke it with the dirty, but soft panties. Brian wanted to cum, but also wanted to save it for a possible encounter with Jessica. He held the panties to his face, took a deep sniff of Jessica’s scent, and carefully placed the panties back in the laundry basket. Jessica made a point not to “fix” her panties-showing-over-jeans situation, hoping that Brian would continue to longingly stare ate the dark, shiny satin material (that was getting more wet by the second). Jessica and Brian began to make diner. They opened the bottle of wine and each had a glass. While Jessica was chopping onions for the dish, Brian decided to make his move. Brian walked up behind Jessica and put one hand on her back and put his other arm around her waist. He moved his hand so that two of his fingers slowly crept down the front of her jeans and into her now completely soaked black satin panties. He unbuttoned her jeans with one hand while kissing the back of her neck. She thought about her boyfriend, how disappointed he’d feel about this. But she couldn’t say or do anything. She reached behind her back and felt the bulge in Brian’s pants while Brian began to play with her clit on the outside of her panties. Her nipples were hard and she caressed her own breasts while kissing Brian and playing with his crotch on the outside of his jeans. Neither could take the anticipation any longer. Brian picked up Jessica, sat her on the kitchen counter, and stripped off her clothes, except her black satin bra and panties. He took off his shirt to reveal a well-sculpted chest and abs. Jessica immediately began to lick Brian’s nipples while he felt the shiny material on her ass. Brian picked Jessica up again and brought her to the living room couch. He laid Jessica on the couch and started at her feet. He licked her calf, her knee, the inside of her thigh, and finally her clit with her panties still on. Brian took off his jeans and stroked himself while licking Jessica through her panties. Her smell and taste made Brian nuts, as he strokes his penis even faster. Jessica had a handful of Brian’s hair as she played with her nipples with her free hand. Jessica again thought of her boyfriend and the fact that she only knew this man by name and nothing else about him. But her desire to continue overwhelmed every part of her body. She felt waves rush over her as she climaxed while Brian continued to lick her through her panties, now fully engulfed in her juices. Brian stood Jessica up, bent her over the back of the couch, and entered her from behind with her panties and bra still on. The soft feel of the satin from her panties excited Brian even more. Brian had both hands on Jessica’s hips as she moaned in ecstasy. Brian kissed her bare back as he entered in and out of Jessica, pausing to lick her clit through her panties for a few minutes, then re-entering her again. When Brian was ready to cum, he pulled out of Jessica and ejaculated on her satin panty covered ass. Streams of cum were soaking through her panties and she could feel the heat of his cum on her skin. Jessica and Brian kissed each other for a couple of minutes, and decided to dress. But first, Brian pulled the black panties off of Jessica and put them in his pocket, “for later” he said. Jessica didn’t care, she was completely satisfied. Brian and Jessica continued to cook the meal, occasionally stopping for long kisses and heavy petting but nothing that lead to more sex. Brian continued to use the bathroom throughout the night. Jessica thought it was because of the wine, but Brian continued to inspect her panties, taking every opportunity to stroke his penis with the soft satin material. After diner, they said their goodbyes, Brian collected Jessica’s phone number, and after another long kiss, and they got back into Jessica’s VW Golf and went back to Brian’s Saab in the parking lot of the store. Jessica quickly returned home, she needed another drink. Jessica laid down on her couch, low-rise jeans, cashmere sweater, black satin bra, and no panties, and blissfully replayed the entire encounter in her head. “KNOCK KNOCK.” “Who’s there?” To be continued…… The New Guy Let me start off by saying that I am completely heterosexual, and have never had thoughts about another man before in my life. Having said that, I will tell this story of what happened at my office a few months earlier. It was Monday morning, and my boss came over and told me I will have a new guy named Dan sitting with me to be trained for the rest of the week. I dreaded hearing this news, as I did not have the patience to deal with somebody new, let alone some guy. They could have at least sat a cute girl with me. Anyway, Dan came over an hour later, and I could not help but notice his striking good looks. He was 6'2'', about 190 lbs. He had dark hair and eyes, and appeared to be fairly well built. We exchanged pleasantries and he grabbed a seat right next to me. Getting back to myself for a minute, I am 5'10'', 170 lbs, with dirty blonde hair. My cock is a healthy 7.5 inches long, and pretty thick. I had been having problems with my girlfriend, and things appeared to be over between us. I hadn't gotten laid in two months, so you can imagine how horny I was for some action. I was so horny that I would get hard ons during the day at work and I would have to sit at my desk until they went down. As Dan sat down next to me that day, there was just something about him, and I could have sworn my cock twitched in my pants as I watched him. As I showed him the ropes over the next few days, I realized how hands on he was, often touching my shoulder, leaning over me to get files. Each time this happened, I would feel this electricity going through my body, my cock would begin to grow harder and longer down my leg, and it was beginning to really freak me out as a straight man. I don't know if Dan saw what he was doing to me, but if he did, he said nothing. At 28 years old, Dan was two years older than me, and like me, he lived in an apartment nearby our office. He explained to me how he lived alone, and I noticed he never mentioned a girlfriend or wife. But anyway, I will fast forward my story to Friday, where we were permitted to wear jeans for the day. Dan strolled over to my desk in the morning and my eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch, where his tight jeans seemed to bulge prominently. As he sat down, my eyes remained focused on his crotch area, and I didn't even realize how long I was staring. But Dan did. I didn't see it but his face showed a slight grin as he watched me watch him. We worked as usual, though we were now more friendly and joking by our fifth day of working together. As I explained a procedure to Dan, I felt uneasy as his bulge loomed right nearby, on display for anyone to see. I stole quick glances when I thought it was safe, but it began to take an effect on me. My own cock was erect, and I was doing everything I could to conceal it. Dan surely saw what was happening, and he tried to spare me the embarrassment by excusing himself to go to the bathroom. While he was gone I tried my best to think about non sexual things, and I wondered how I could be so turned on by a guy! When Dan returned, he sat with a pad in his lap as he jotted notes, and it gave me a chance to check out his crotch as I watched what he wrote down. What happened next changed my life forever. Dan asked me to draw out what I was talking about so he could better understand and as I took the pen to the pad in his lap, he grabbed my hand and forced it to brush against his crotch. I pulled back quickly at first and couldn't look up at him, but seconds later, my curiosity and attraction was overwhelming and I let his hand lead mine back to his crotch, only this time my hand lingered on his package, rubbing it up and down, tracing its shape through his jeans. I looked Dan in the eyes and we both kind of smirked as I continued to massage his growing cock. I could feel the heat in his pants, and my own for that matter as my jeans were now fully tented. I was frozen in my seat, unable to move or get up. My cubicle had high walls so nobody would see us unless they walked by my quiet aisle. I began to sweat when Dan put his own hand on my tenting pants and felt my hard cock. I thought for sure I was going to explode right there but I somehow held out and pulled away from the whole situation. I told Dan we needed to focus on our work, and I tried to resume the training session. My mind was mush, however, and Dan chimed in that we should go grab an early lunch. We grabbed our coats and headed out to my car, where Dan suggested we go to his apartment for some "leftover Chinese food." As I drove, Dan's hand rubbed my crotch and I felt the air hit my cock as he undid my fly. It felt so good to be rubbed by someone as it had been so long, and as I glanced at his crotch, I saw that intriguing bulge that had been driving me wild. I couldn't take it anymore and before I crashed the car, I knew I had to pull over. I pulled into the local shopping center and drove around back where there were no cars. I shut the engine and reached for Dan's pants, telling him I just HAD to see what he was hiding under those jeans. He leaned his seat back and told me to find out for myself so I went to work on his zipper like I was a kid unwrapping a present. As I unzipped him, all I saw was cock meat, and lots of it, pouring out of his fly. He was hairy down there as I would have expected, and his cock just seemed to be never ending. It was heavy and thick and as I pulled it all the way out of his fly, I saw his huge balls filled with cum, begging to be touched. My eyes were wide as I tried to fathom this huge piece of meat, and as if I was possessed by it, I wasted no time in leaning down into his crotch and licking the head of his penis. It seemed to still be growing thicker and longer somehow and I engulfed more and more of it into my mouth, feeling it enter my throat. I had seen enough pornos and gotten enough blowjobs to know what to do, and I worked him in and out, deep and slow, letting my saliva and his sticky precum form a rope from his cockhead to my mouth. I slurped him in as I massaged his heavy baseball sized testicles with my hand. In the meantime, as Dan moaned softly with pleasure, his hands worked my cock and I was on the brink of cumming. He felt it on its way and he pushed my head away and leaned over to suck my dick into his mouth. His tongue massaged my head and then without warning, his mouth slid all the way down my cock and I exploded all over the place, into his mouth, with the overflow dripping down his chin, splattering the interior of my car, the pleasure not subsiding at all as I shot gob after gob of jizz. Both of our clothes were soaked in my cum but we didn't care. I pushed his face down into my crotch, keeping his mouth over my barely shrinking cock. When my orgasm finally began to calm down, I focused my attention on the huge pole sticking out of Dans's lap, twitching and begging to be touched and sucked. I took his monster cock back into my mouth and worked my tongue under his cockhead, along the sensitive part, making Dan writhe under me. He yelled out in warning of his orgasm, and I had no intention of not swallowing his load. After a few quick licks of his tip, I watched as the white milky sperm shot out of him and deep into my throat. I didn't have time to figure out if I liked the taste yet or not, but I didn't care. I devoured his cock and made sure I swallowed every drop of his cum, squeezing his balls as I did so to add to the pleasure. He grunted as I sucked his fat cock, and finally the shots of cum became lesser and lesser until they stopped altogether. We collapsed back into our seats, wondering how we would deal with our messy clothing and cum covered crotches which reeked of naughty behavior. With minutes left until our lunch our ended, we drove to Dan's place and changed into new clothing as we quickly washed up. He told me as we walked out the door that if I wanted, I would be back here very soon. We got back to work and finished out our day like nothing happened, but I couldn't get his huge cock and balls off my mind. I imagined what else we may be able to do together, and I stayed hard until closing time. Depending on the feedback from this story, I will regale you folks with what happened during "overtime." The New Guy NOTE: Please know that this is a true story...it really happened to me... CHAPTER 1: NEW LOVER Mom dropped me off at Dominoes, that was where he worked. Dillon, my boyfriend at the time, wanted to "show me off" to one of his buddies. When I got out of mom's car I went to sit with him in his Camaro. Of course he went over the "rules" with me, the usual overprotective boyfriend, no excessive talking, no hugging, and above all no contact with his friend at all in any way fashion or form or he'd break his neck. I sat in silence listening to Dillon brag about some cool new move he'd done in his Camaro lately that involved running from cops and threats of jail, I was really fed up with this bullshit. I tried to listen intently though, because if he thought for an instant that I wasn't paying attention to him he'd knock the shit outta me. Then a silver Honda Civic pulled into the parking lot, I could feel his presence. This 'new guy' was really something. Then Dillon looked at me like a stern father looks at his son while telling him not to touch his porn collection and said," Stay in the car until I tell you otherwise," usually I obeyed his every word, it was either that or get chastised and hit like I was three, but this time I couldn't help myself. I got out of the car and look upon a Greek god, his hair was brown and just below his eyebrows, resting ever so slightly on the rim of his glasses; and his eyes, oh God! His eyes were so deep and full of pain. I couldn't even see what color they were, and yet I could see straight into him. He stared back at me, then smiled after a few minutes and reached out to embrace me," I'm Daniel," he said as his hands slid around my waist. I felt a spark pass between us as we held each other," I'm Cami," I whispered as we parted," it's very nice to meet you." Dillon didn't like what he saw, he scolded me and was very rough with me that night in bed. Not like his 5 inch penis was much of a tool to be rough with a girl, but since he was my first I considered it rough. Daniel continued to come around and work on cars with Dillon, the one thing Dillon actually loved in the world. He would put his cars as his number one priority, there were times when we wouldn't go out because he had to wash one of them, or redo something on it. It became more and more difficult not to talk to Daniel, we soon realized we had so much in common. We both loved the arts and were into kickboxing and Japanese culture excited us. Months rolled by and soon it was around the Fourth of July, Dillon threw a party and invited all his friends, including Daniel, to come get drunk with him. Dillon got wasted and I too was feeling kinda tipsy when all hell broke loose. Dillon is a violent drunk we soon came to know, and a guy who's 6 foot 4 weighing in at around 287 pounds can be dangerous. I remember hiding from him and Daniel staying by my side, helping me walk and keeping me safe from both Dillon and furniture--I'm rather clumsy sometimes even when I'm not drunk--and helping me up when I busted my ass. I don't know why, but I saw something shiny--a knife--and decided to pick it up," Hey Daniel, it's shiny!" I giggled as I showed him my prize. "Cami, give Daniel the shiny," he coaxed me, I tripped on the way there and somehow landed on top of him straddling his torso. I looked into those deep eyes of his and saw that he wanted to kiss me. I imagined what it would be like to kiss those rose petal soft lips of his, I wondered if he was a good kisser. Somewhere in the midst of this Dillon was ready to pass out, I was slightly coming off of my buzz and got a cool cloth to dab at his face. I sat next to him and tried to convince myself that I still loved him and didn't want anything to do with Daniel, suddenly Dillon looked up at me and his eyes flashed with anger," Bitch!" he snarled and hit me so hard he knocked me into the hall, Daniel caught me and held me in his arms,' No,' I thought,' you weren't supposed to see this, Daniel.' My ears were ringing as I felt blood trickle down my lips and onto my T-shirt," Hey Cami, baby, you ok?" even though it hurt like hell I opened my eyes and looked up at him, I could see the rage he was trying to contain," Yeah, Daniel," I managed," I'm fine." "Here, let me get you something for that," he carried me to the kitchen and got ice for my lip and nose, which were still stinging. He talked softly to me as he wiped the blood away," It's ok Cami, don't cry..." After that night it was impossible to get him out of my head, Dillon kept getting meaner and meaner and soon Daniel was all I thought about. I remembered him giving me his phone number and telling me to call him if I ever needed him. The pain in his eyes was so intense I had to look away when I told him I would. I pulled my cell phone out of my purse and called him, feeling extremely stupid and hoping he would pick up but then again that he wouldn't. Memories of me sitting on top of him that night I got drunk flashed back at me and I remembered the expression on his face when----- "Hello? Cami? You there hun?" his velvet smoothe voice asked on the other end. "Yeah, hey Daniel..." "You ok?" he asked, I wondered how he knew. "Not really...just needed someone to talk to that understood." "Ok, tell me all about it baby, I'm here for you." I spent the better part of that night spilling my guts to him, telling him everything that was wrong in my life, my relationship with Dillon, and the relationship with my parents. What amazed me was that he actually listened, he actually responded with more than an 'uh huh' or an 'uh uh'. Within the next few weeks I felt Dillon and I drift apart, I needed a new job, so I went to work with Daniel at Home Depot. We went to lunch together when we could and pretty soon I knew I was in love with him. Dillon got too much for me to handle and I left him soon after Daniel and I started becoming friends. The night I left Dillon, Daniel took me to his friend's house and told me I'd be safe there in case Dillon came after me looking for me. We laid on the couch and watched movies for a few hours and he just held me. After a romantic scene, I couldn't stand anymore, sobs poured out of me and my body shuddered against his chest. I expected him to just lay there or get up and walk away like Dillon did when I cried, but he didn't. He put his arms around me and held me close to him," It's ok now, just let it all out...shhhhhhhh...I'm here for you," his kindness comforted me but made me cry harder still because I knew he still wasn't mine. When the tears stopped he dried the last few and cradled my face in his hands, I was laying on top of him stomach to stomach and he closed his eyes and kissed me. It was the most amazing kiss I'd ever had, his hands ran through my hair and trickled down my back. His tongue slid hesitantly through my lips and played with mine. After the kiss was over we stared at each other for a moment, and I thought,' well what the hell I'm not a virgin anymore, and I love him, so who cares? I'm gonna at least get a good fuck out of him, because I know that kiss didn't mean anything to him, even if it meant the world to me,' I kissed him fiercely, running my nails down his arms, sides, chest, hips. I felt his jeans grow tighter with every motion I made with my tongue, soon he was almost moaning my name. I took him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom with me, I took off that shirt and took in his well-muscled chest and the six-pack that lead down to his jeans. The top of his chest had a patch of soft brown hair that lead downwards, I couldn't stop myself from tracing it all the way down. I unbuttoned his jeans as he worked my shirt off, as I unzipped them he unhooked my bra. Now it was his turn, he gazed at my bare breasts and I could see it in his eyes, he was nervous. He gently massaged the right one and then took my nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicked over it and around it, he was starting to drive me crazy. I could feel my panties getting wet already and he hadn't even touched me down there yet. I gasped as he moved on to the left breast and gave it the same treatment, rolling the nipple around his lips and flicking it's tip with his tongue. I pulled him on top of me as I lay back, pulling his boxers off. He slid my pants and panties off and positioned himself between my thighs," Are you sure about this?" I asked him, beginning to realize I was slightly afraid, I'd never had another man besides Dillon inside me. "I couldn't stop unless you asked me to," he breathed, kissing my neck," do you want me to?" he was serious now, a look of wonder in his eyes. "No, no I don't," I guided his hips to meet mine, his head brushing my clit ever so slightly. He moved slowly and moaned as he entered me, he was much bigger than Dillon, and thick. At first I wondered if I could take all of him, then he began moving and only then did I realize how much fun sex really was. He awakened things in me I didn't know existed, my mind swam and my head got light. I gripped his shoulders to make sure he was real. He began breathing heavily and moaning, God he was so gorgeous! He continued for about three hours, pumping in and out rapidly, moaning my name and kissing me over and over again. I put my hands on his hips and did something I'd never done before, not even with Dillon, I said his name before I even knew it. I'd never taken myself to be vocal when in bed, but once I'd said it I couldn't stop. We went for four hours that night and still he didn't come, he gave me multiple orgasms and still he didn't come, it was only when he told me his abs were getting sore that we stopped. At first I felt bad that he wasn't able to get off, but he pulled me to his chest and told me not to worry about it. He kissed my forehead and held me until we went to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to him playing with my hair and smiling as he watched me sleep. He cuddled me until I finally shook the sleep from my eyes and then lead me to the shower. As he started the water, I undressed and he turned to look at me for the first time in the light. He let me take off his boxers and T-shirt in turn and we stood there for what seemed an eternity just taking in what we saw. When we finally got into the shower, the water was warm and inviting, we washed each other off. When I got to his legs I knelt and noticed him getting hard again, without even looking up at him I took him into my mouth and began pleasuring him. I felt his knees buckle slightly and heard him gasp, it was then that I knew for sure he was a virgin in all aspects of the word. He ran his fingers through my hair as I continued my assault on his rapidly growing erection, soon I couldn't take it anymore, I needed him. I turned around and positioned myself doggie-style in front of him, thank God he took the hint and buried himself to the hilt inside of me. I moaned his name as he began thrusting, grabbing my hips for leverage. He kissed and licked down my back and shoulders as he gave me the most intense of orgasms, one after another. When finally I felt him begin pulsing, he pulled out and came on my back, he held me against his chest and let the water wash over us. When we got out of the shower, we laid on the couch all day cuddling and watching movies. Holding him was the best feeling I'd ever gotten, little did I know that our relationship would turn out to be more than just fucking, it would turn into the strongest bond of love two people can share. The New Guy The young man parked his red Vespa by the sidewalk and turned it off. He brought the plastic glass of iced coffee in his hand up to his mouth and pinched the straw between his lips. He took a long sip, looking out at the Pacific Ocean where the water met the sky. Blue on blue. The sky was much bluer back in Nevada, he thought to himself. Refocusing his blue eyes, he surveyed the people on the sandy beach, enjoying the early July sun. Most were lying on towels, basking in the afternoon sunshine. Their bronze bodies glistened with oil. Others were playing volleyball or throwing Frisbees back and forth. He knew none of them and doubted he ever would. Once again, he was The New Guy. The New Guy. That's what his birth certificate should have said. Instead, neatly typed on it in bold capital letters was Ansel Stevens. Below that, his date of birth indicated that be had turned nineteen years old five months previously. In his short life, Ansel had lived in seven cities or towns and had attended five different schools. He was perpetually The New Guy, living a semi-nomadic life because his father's job demanded that he transfer often. Ansel craved stability and a town he could call his own. One where he could make lifelong friends and grow old. Instead, he had gotten used to pulling up stakes and moving on with his parents when his father's latest assignment dictated they do so. He took another sip of iced coffee, looking down at the scooter between his legs. It had been a gift from his father shortly after his sixteenth birthday. They had found it at a yard sale in Flagstaff. Or was it Tempe? That was two moves ago, including this latest one to Sequoia Hills just four days ago. He thought he was going to like California, as well as he liked any place, that is. New Hampshire was still his favourite place so far. Probably because they had stayed there the longest, although that was only just shy of three years. Ansel looked up Market Street, studying the rows of businesses lining the road. About twenty yards ahead was an elderly man sitting on a wrought iron bench in front of a store. He was reading a magazine and the afternoon sun made shadows on his craggy face. His grey hair was combed straight back over his head. It looked greasy and flowed over a tan overcoat that looked as old as the man wearing it. Ansel thought that the man looked like Charles Bukowski, but knew it couldn't be him. Chuck had been dead for fifteen years after all. Still, Ansel wondered if the old derelict-looking gentleman might be a poet, or a university professor. Maybe even a physicist working at JPL. One thing he had learned at a young age was that people are seldom what they seem to be. Suddenly, his musing was interrupted by the sound of a excited female voice coming from his left. "Cool wheels!" Ansel turned in the direction of the girl's melodious voice. Standing on the sidewalk less than six feet from him was a pretty girl, slightly taller than five feet, with honey blond hair. Her thick hair shimmered in the California sun. She squinted as she looked at him, but he could still see how her blue eyes sparkled. They were bluer than his own and even more brilliant than the Nevada sky that he now missed so much. He recognized her from the cafe down the road where he had bought his iced coffee. She had been waiting on another customer and was wearing a blue bib apron then, but it was definitely her. "Thanks," Ansel said, returning the girl's smile. "You lost or something?" she asked. He gave his head a puzzled shake. "No, just killing time," he told her. "Oh," she grunted. "I noticed the Nevada license plate and thought you must be a tourist," she explained. "Oh... that. No. I just moved here with my folks this week," he explained. "We were living in Reno." The pretty blonde girl nodded. She tugged at the purse strap hanging over her left shoulder and gave her head a shake, tossing her long hair back from her face. "I'm Maria Mitchell," she said, extending a slender hand to him. Her nails were long and painted a light pink. He gave Maria's hand a shake, taken by how soft her skin was. "I'm Ansel Stevens," he said, then waited. Inevitably, whenever Ansel introduced himself to someone for the first time he then had to explain that his father was an amateur shutterbug and had named his son after his favourite photographer. Now he waited for her to ask how he got saddled with such an unusual name. Maria slowly withdrew her hand, grazing her fingertips over his palm. She folded her arms around her waist. It was then that Ansel's eyes lowered. When he had seen her from the corner of his eye in the cafe earlier he had thought that she was rather flat-chested. Now, with just a red tank top covering her upper body, he found that her breasts reminded him of martini glasses in size and shape. Very nice, indeed. He felt his body begin to respond and he shifted on the black leatherette seat of the scooter as his erection grew. "Ansel -- like the photographer?" she asked, cocking her right eyebrow. "Yeah," he replied, surprised and impressed by her recognition. "My Dad's hobby is photography. Ansel Adams is his favourite photographer." "We studied him in my photography class at Sequoia Art College," she said. "Are you taking Art or Design?" "Art," she said. "Like I'll ever get a job doing it." She tossed her head to one side and chuckled. Ansel nodded. "I'm thinking of applying to their Design program in the fall," he told her. "I'd like to become a graphic designer." "Get your application in soon because it fills up fast," she advised, then looked at her watch. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Ansel. Hopefully I'll see you around again." "Yeah... you too," he replied, then drew in a sharp breath. "Hey, where you headed?" "Home," Maria said. She took a step, gesturing to her right with her head. "Want a lift?" he offered. She gave him a suspicious look, then grinned. "Are you sure you're not a serial killer or something? she asked, furrowing her brow. "Actually, I am," he said with a smirk. "But Tuesdays are my day off, so you're safe with me." "At least for today, huh?" she retorted as she hooded her shimmering eyes. Maria laughed. She adjusted her purse strap so it lay diagonally across her chest. Now it was taut between her conical breasts, pulling her tank top tight over them. He stared, noticing for the first time that she was braless. Her firm mounds were capped with a slight hint of thick nipples. Ansel unhooked the spare helmet attached to the side of the scooter and handed it to her. "Okay, Cowboy, let's go," she said as she climbed on, wrapping her arms around him tightly. It had been a long time since Ansel had driven his scooter with someone on back. And longer still since his passenger had been a girl. He drove slower than he normally would have -- both out of caution and wanting to feel Maria pressed to him for as long as possible. The insides of her thighs rubbed against his and her breasts felt firm on his back. His cock throbbed and he looked down at it for a moment, noticing that her hands were holding onto him less than a foot above it. "Turn left here," she said as they approached Dunlap Street. Ansel made the turn, feeling her slender body shift and rub over his back. He gripped the handlebars tighter and smiled. After they had been driving for another few minutes she spoke again, drowning out the whine of the machine beneath them. "I live here, on Seymour," she said, releasing her grip long enough to point to her right. "In the blue house on the right." They stopped in front of a single story light blue house that Ansel had at first thought was white. He listened to the motor idle as Maria climbed off. Her hair had been whipped about in the breeze and now her nipples had swelled so they stood out much more noticeably from the red material stretched over them. She pulled off the helmet that he had given her and returned it to him. "Thanks for the lift," Maria said with a smile. She pushed her hair back over her shoulders and shot him a nervous look. "Hey... ah... want to come in for a while? I mean, since it's your day off 'n' all." Ansel laughed. "Thanks," he said. He turned his Vespa off and followed her up a short cement walk to the white front door of the pale blue house. "Mom's at work. She has the day shift today, so the place is kind of a mess." She gave him an embarrassed glance as she opened the door and lead him inside. He followed Maria in to a small kitchen. Several plates and a glass pot lay in the sink. There were crumbs from toast on the table. Beside those was an open jar of strawberry jam and the cap belonging to it. When she opened the fridge and leaned over to peer inside his eyes moved to her. Her tanned legs were muscled and her black denim skirt hugged her firm ass. Ansel pushed his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and his eyes wandered up to her breasts. They jiggled a bit as she moved. "Want a Pepsi?" She had pulled her head from the fridge and was meeting his gaze. "Sure. Thanks," he said. She took two cans from the fridge and handed one to him. "Come on," she said, gesturing with her head. She pulled the tab on the can she was holding. The small living room had white walls from which hung a few photographs -- mostly of birds and lighthouses. They reminded Ansel of the type of photos his father sometimes took. Maria stopped in front of a stereo and after sorting through a stack of compact discs for a minute she placed one in the tray and pressed the play button. The sound of a muted trumpet filled the living room. "Do you like Miles Davis?" Maria had sat down on a dark green couch across from the speakers. She placed the helmet she had been wearing on a coffee table in front of the couch. She slid over and patted the cushion beside her, inviting him to join her. Ansel took his helmet off and put it down beside the other one. He sat down next to her and took a sip from the can, staring at the speakers. "I don't know," he said. "Is this him? Maria nodded, lowering the can to her lap. "Yeah... Kind of Blue. This album always relaxes me after a busy day at work. It's my favourite one of his." He nodded, finding the music soothing. He could understand why Maria liked it so much. Already he was beginning to feel his nervousness dissipate. "I can tell why," he remarked. "So, what brought you to California?" she asked. "Did you kill everyone in Nevada, or are you on the run from the cops?" She giggled and her brow wrinkled a bit. Ansel shook his head, almost choking on a mouthful of pop as he fought a laugh. "Neither. My dad got transferred here," he explained. "What's he do?" Her curious eyes met his once more as she turned on the couch to look at him. "He's a consultant for the government." "Like with the IRS or something?" she asked. He grimaced slightly and gave his head a slow shake. This was another question that was always asked when he met new people and he dreaded it somewhat. "No. He works for the MBI," he said. "What's that?" Maria had straightened her back and her eyes were wide with curiosity now. "The Military Bureau of Investigation," he explained. "They're the military branch of the FBI." "Never heard of them." She took another sip from the can she was holding, sounding quite eager to hear more. "Good. That's the way they like it," he said with a laugh. Something else that Ansel had learned years ago was to not ask his father too many questions about his job. They were always met with curt, cryptic answers or non sequiturs. "Consultant," she said as her eyes locked on his. "Is that a fancy word for a spy or assassin?" Ansel deflected her pointed question with a laugh. "Not quite," he said. Sensing his reluctance to elaborate, Maria leaned back on the couch. She took a quick gulp of pop, then said "Maybe I better not ask any more questions or I'll get a visit from some men in a black SUV with tinted windows tonight." She chuckled, but apprehension showed in her eyes. He shrugged and smiled. "No. Nothing that drastic," he assured her. "Did you grow up in Nevada?" she asked, wanting to change the subject. "No," he said. "I grew up everywhere. Dad gets transferred every couple of years, so we've moved a lot." Sadness showed on his face. He turned his doleful eyes back towards the stereo speakers, concentrating on the sounds of Billy Cobb's drums emanating from them. "That's got to be hard on you. It must be difficult keeping friends," she said sympathetically. Ansel nodded, darting his eyes back to her. "Impossible," he lamented. "So, do you have a girlfriend back in Nevada?" Her question sounded like it was more than just idle conversation. He shook his head once more. "Around the time I was fifteen I learned not to get too attached to people because I wouldn't know them too long." Maria frowned. She felt bad for his plight and wanted to give him a hug. "Mom and I moved out here a few years ago, just before I turned seventeen" she said, trying to sound cheerful. "Mom grew up in Sacramento and wanted to get as far away from my father as she could. He's in jail now, back in Vermont. It's a long story; I'll tell you sometime. She's a nurse and works shifts. That's where she is now and why the house is such a mess." Her eyes moved towards the kitchen for a few seconds. Ansel looked into her eyes and gave her an understanding nod. Everyone has dark secrets. This was another realization he had even before he was a teenager. And it was best to not force them to divulge their secrets until and unless they're ready. The topic of conversation abruptly turned to music. Ansel learned that Maria was a bit of a jazz aficionado, especially when it came to the music of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Thelonious Monk and Chet Baker. He listened to her, rapt with the lilt of her voice and knowledge of jazz musicians. Once Maria had finished her Pepsi she placed the empty can beside his on the coffee table. As she moved back towards the couch she leaned into Ansel and pressed her soft lips to his cheek. Her kiss was tender and lingering. Ansel was nearly overcome by the feeling of her moist lips on his cheek and the scent of her perfume. He jerked his head slightly, giving her a look of surprise. He wondered if her kiss was motivated by attraction or pity, although he hoped it was more of the former. Maria frowned when he moved away. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, Ansel," she blurted out. "I shouldn't have done that. But you looked so sad that I thought... I'm really sorry." She gave him a downcast look. "It's okay, Maria," he assured her, now smiling. "I'm not usually this bold -- really," she spat out. "But you seem like a lost soul. I'm sorry if I offended you. I mean, if you're gay or whatever, I don't care -- that's none of my business." She realized that she was rambling now and clenched her jaw before she could make an even bigger fool of herself. "No, I'm not gay -- believe me," he chuckled. "I was just surprised, that's all." A relieved smile appeared on her pretty face and she dared look at him once more. "So... you didn't hate it then?" she asked, sounding tentative. Ansel laughed. "No. Quite the opposite," he said. The sound of Miles' trumpet cut through the silence and Ansel slid his right arm around Maria's slender shoulders. He pulled her to him and kissed her left temple. Her soft hair grazed his cheek. When he felt her relax against him he slid his arm down to her waist, resting his hand on the curve of her right hip. "You're scared, aren't you?" she said after a minute. "No," he replied, but thought he sounded defensive. "I don't blame you, Ansel. As soon as you start caring for someone, you have to move and never see them again." Her voice as soft and calming. Her eyes shifted towards him, full of compassion. Ansel could almost hear the sound of his own heart breaking above the music wafting from the speakers. He held Maria tighter and began to fall in love. When the CD ended Maria seemed reluctant to move. Ansel hoped that she wouldn't get up to put another one on. All he wanted to do was hold her and spin away from his past -- as far away from the years of loneliness, disappointment and hurt as he could possibly get. Holding Maria, he felt safe. Grounded. They were emotions that always had seemed to elude him. It seemed like only a few minutes, but in reality was closer to an hour when he looked at his watch. "I should be getting home," he said. "Mom's expecting me for supper." Maria sat up. Her eyes looked dreamy and wistful. She nodded, brushing her hair from her left cheek. "My shift tomorrow finishes at three," she said. "Need a ride home?" he asked with a hopeful smile as he picked the helmets up from the coffee table. The left corner of her mouth turned up and her eyes narrowed. "Yeah, but tomorrow's not your day off. Don't you have serial killer stuff to do?" "I only work at night," he retorted. "That's one of the perks of the job: I can set my own hours." Maria got up and walked him to the door. She opened it, leaning on the knob and ran her eyes over him. "So, tomorrow at three?" she asked. "You bet," he said with a quick nod, noticing her dazzling eyes on him. He walked out to his scooter and noticed that she was still watching him from the threshold. What he didn't notice was that she watched him drive off until he turned the corner before she went back inside. ### That night and the following morning Ansel was filled with nervous energy. He wanted to see Maria again. Not only that afternoon, but for every day to follow. He understood and accepted that when the time came for them to move on to wherever his father's next posting took them that he would mourn leaving Maria behind. But he was already getting way ahead of himself. The inevitable transfer of his father would be well over a year away and much can happen in that time. The sun was hot on his back that Wednesday as he drove his scooter towards The Smoking Dog Cafe, where Maria worked. He was early, so went inside to get an iced coffee. She looked up from the cash register when he walked in and a smile immediately appeared on her lovely face. Her reception excited him and almost made his heart ache at the thought of never seeing it again someday. "Hey," she said. "I still have about ten minutes left to go." "That's okay. I'll have an iced coffee while I wait," he said. Maria turned and filled a glass from a container on a counter behind her. When she returned she pushed the plastic glass towards him, then darted her eyes right and left. "It's on me," she said in a hushed voice. Ansel winked and took a sip from the straw. He found an empty table near the back and nursed his drink while he watched Maria. Her movements were graceful. It was as though she floated inches above the floor with ease. Later, as she approached him, he noticed how her breasts bounced beneath her white blouse. She was wearing black shorts and his eyes slowly moved down to her bare legs. They were tanned and silky smooth. "Okay, let's get out of here before they find something else for me to do," she said with a sigh. Outside, Ansel handed her a helmet. He donned one too and started his Vespa. It rocked slightly as she climbed on, then he felt her body pressed to his. She held on tighter than the day before and he wondered, or hoped, if it was out of something else other than nervousness about his driving. "Where to?" he asked. "Home," she said. "Unless there's some other place you need to go." Ansel drove faster than the day before. He was now familiar with the route, but he was also in a hurry to get to Maria's. Her curvy body felt wonderful against him and he wished that someday they could be joined together like this, only face to face. He parked in front of her house and followed her inside. The New Guy "Pepsi?" she asked, searching through the fridge. "No, thanks. The iced coffee was enough," he told her. "Thanks for that, by-the-way." "You're welcome." Maria put her helmet on the kitchen table beside his and lead him into the living room. After choosing a CD to play she sat down on the couch, giving him an inviting look. "Miles again?" he asked as he sat down to her left. "Chet Baker," she said. "Don't feel like you need to relax today?" he asked. Maria gave him a wily smile. "Chet's sexier," she said. Ansel felt a rush of excitement as he stared at the speakers. His cock began to stiffen. When he felt Maria's hand rest on his knee and slide up his thigh he felt his erection twitch. He turned to her and her lips met his. Her kiss was tender at first, then she parted her lips wider, flicking her tongue over his. Ansel's hand slid over her blouse, stroking her back through it as they kissed passionately. A soft moan welled in Maria's throat and left her lips. She slowly leaned back on the cushions of the couch, pulling him atop her. Her legs parted, her right one dangling over the side of the couch. He settled between them and began sucking on her bottom lip and stroking her left side. When he cupped her left breast through the white cotton she moaned louder, kissing him harder. Her nipple was hard and thick. When he pinched it that elicited another moan from Maria and she cupped the back of his neck tighter. She arched her back, pressing her soft stomach against his hard shaft. After a few minutes she broke their embrace, looking up at him. Her glistening lips were parted and her cheeks rosy. "Sorry... I just don't want to rush into this, you know?" Ansel nodded. "Yeah," he said, his voice hoarse. "I don't usually get this worked-up so fast, but... if I tell you something, do you promise you won't think I'm weird?" Her eyes were wider now, filled with arousal. "Sure. What?" Ansel was still crouched over her, his eyes moving between her face and the outlines of her hard nipples. "That scooter of yours is like a vibrator on wheels." She nervously bit the corner of her lower lip, staring into his eyes. "It's more like an orgasmatron than a scooter." He smiled, fighting a laugh. "I would have never guessed that," he said. "Yeah... well, you're not a girl." She paused and her eyes slid down to the outline of his shaft through his jeans. "But I can already tell that," she added with a grin. He gave her a shy smile and shifted his hips. "You're not the only one who's worked-up," he said. "I'm sorry if I'm too... eager." Maria grinned. "No, don't be sorry. It's a compliment," she said, then gave him a shrewd look. "Been a while, huh?" Ansel gave her a pained expression. "Something like that," he mumbled. "What?" Maria asked. She sat up and leaned back on her elbows, giving him a worried look. Ansel sighed. "Now it's my turn," he said. "For what?" "If I tell you something, do you promise you won't think I'm weird?" he asked. She gave her head an earnest nod and reached out to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "No, of course I won't. What?" she asked. "Yes, it has been a long time for me," he admitted. "Nineteen years, to be exact." She gasped in surprise, holding his hand tighter. "You mean you're -- " "Yes," he blurted out before she could say any more. "Oh, Ansel... that's okay," she said. Once more her voice was soft, comforting. "Well, it's not something you admit -- if you're a guy anyway. But I like you, Maria -- a lot -- and I don't want to have any secrets with you," he said. Maria wrapped her arms around his neck and eased him back down onto her. She shifted on the couch, making room for him. "Thank-you," she said in almost a whisper. "I like you a lot too, Ansel. And what you told me doesn't change a thing. Besides, I have a feeling that soon it won't apply anymore." His eyes widened in disbelief and he smiled at her. "Don't get too excited, Cowboy," she giggled. "I didn't mean today." Ansel laughed and kissed her warm, pink cheek. "I know," he said. "And, honestly, even if it's never, I won't care as long as you're still in my life. There are things more important than that." "I wish I had have met you three years ago," she said ruefully as the smile drained from her face. "All that matters -- to me anyway -- is that you did meet me." He kissed her mouth and wiggled closer to her. "Me too," she whispered into his ear as she embraced him. Ansel could feel her hand gliding over his back, stroking it and caressing his spine. Her touch made him even more horny. When his hand went to her right breast she moved her arm, granting him easier access to her firm flesh. He kneaded and rubbed it, paying attention to her hard nipple -- enjoying her sounds of pleasure. She was kissing and nibbling at his neck as she writhed under him. When the CD ended the only sounds that filled the living room were the heavy breathing and moans of pleasure of the two young lovers. Ansel realized that it was probably getting close to when he was expected home for supper. "I'm going to have to go in a few minutes," he said, bathing Maria's tender neck with his hot breath. She frowned, looking up at him, then gave him an understanding smile. "I know," she said in a husky voice, running her hand through his black hair. Ansel sat on the edge of the couch. When he felt Maria's arm around his waist and her cheek resting on his shoulder he kissed her head. "Can I see you tomorrow?" he asked. "And tomorrow and tomorrow and..." she said with a smile. Maria followed him to the door, where they shared another parting kiss. "Are you off at three?" he asked. "Yeah," she said. "I'll see you then." Ansel sauntered towards his scooter. He blew her a kiss before he drove home, where he wished he could speed up time. ### The cafe was crowded when Ansel entered the next afternoon. Maria was busy serving customers and didn't notice him for a little while. When she did, the dour expression on her face bloomed into a wide smile. She pushed a length of hair away from her right eye and turned back towards the espresso machine. Ansel took a newspaper from a metal rack and managed to find an empty table. He feared that she would have to work past three since it was so busy. Fifteen minutes later when he heard her voice he looked up from the paper, surprised. "Ready to go?" he asked. "I was about three hours ago, but I couldn't." She took him by the hand and hurried him out towards his scooter. "The place was busy today," Ansel said. He was driving down Market Street, the breeze hitting his face. "It gets busier as we get closer to weekends," she said. "Then it's a madhouse. I'm glad I only work throughout the week." As he drove he could feel her rubbing his stomach. Then he felt her press her lips to his neck and kiss it softly. His cock swelled and he sped up a little as he got closer to Seymour Street. The familiar sound of Chet Baker's trumpet and smoky voice filled the living room. Ansel smiled, hoping that Maria's choice of music boded well for the rest of the afternoon. When she approached the sofa and straddled his lap he smiled up at her. "I'm afraid I'm not as exciting as my scooter," he joked apologetically. Maria shrugged. "We'll see... I'd ride you anyway," she said, then kissed him. He placed his hands on her hips, pulling her to him so her breasts grazed his t-shirt. Already her nipples were straining against her white blouse. He rubbed one, then the other. She looked down, watching his fingers, then looked into his eyes. "I wish my boobs were bigger," she said, unable to mask her regret. "I don't," he told her. He cupped them in his hands, staring at her nipples poking out between each thumb and forefinger. "You're sweet," she said, running her palms over his chest and rocking her hips. "I mean it." Ansel tugged at her blouse, pulling open the top button. His heart raced and his eyes moved from her chest to her face, anticipating her to stop him. Her lusty expression embolded him and he continued. Once he had unbuttoned her blouse down to the waistband of her skirt he pulled it open. Even without a bra Maria's firm breasts stood out from her chest like two peaks. Her thick nipples were slightly dusky and surrounded by areolas barely two inches around. He leaned closer and swirled his tongue around her right one. When he heard her moan with delight he began to suck and cupped her other breast in his hand. "Mmmmm... I'm keeping you," she said. "I bet your scooter can't do that to me." Ansel raised his eyes and smiled, then returned to teasing her nipples. Her hands were stroking his back and chest and her hips undulated. He ran his right hand up her left thigh until it met the material of her shorts, then he gave her ass a squeeze. "You're beautiful, Maria," he said. "Thank-you," she replied in a shy voice. "You're pretty hot yourself." Maria unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way, then pulled the hem from her skirt. She took it off and dropped it down beside him. When her fingertips slipped under his t-shirt he raised his arms so she could pull it off. Seconds later, it lay atop her blouse. He pulled her to him so she was pressed to his chest. Skin on skin. "Your skin is so soft. I want to touch you everywhere." His hands were roaming down her back, then around to her stomach and back up again. As he caressed her he continued flicking his tongue over her swollen nipples and tracing tight circles around them. Soon her areolas had grown puffy and darker. He wrapped his lips tight around them in turn and tugged. When she slipped from him and stood up Ansel gave her a confused look. "Let's go to my room," she said. Maria plucked her blouse and his t-shirt from the couch. She led him down a narrow hall and into her bedroom. The room was small with an unmade bed in the corner. Right of that was a bureau. The white walls were adorned with posters of various jazz musicians. Ansel studied their faces but the only one he recognized was Miles Davis, having seen his photo on a CD of Maria's. "Who's that?" Ansel asked. He gestured towards a black and white poster of a man with short, swept-back hair and chiseled features holding a trumpet. The man vaguely reminded him of the man on the bench he had seen the day he met Maria. "That's Chet Baker," she said, then pointed to another poster next to it. "The guy playing the double bass is Mingus." "Who?" he asked. "Charlie Mingus. I'll play some of his stuff for you sometime." Ansel nodded, still surveying Maria's bedroom. She had stepped in front of him and pulled his arms around her waist. Her firm ass rubbed against his hard cock and he pushed back, grinding himself against her firm rump. When his eyes shifted towards the bookshelf to his right he noticed a trumpet. It was resting on it's bell and the brass gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the window beside it. "You never told me you played the trumpet," he said, surprised and curious. Maria shrugged and said "I don't, really. I was taking lessons for a while, but stopped because I couldn't afford them anymore once I started school." Her voice was soft and tinged with regret. "Play something for me," he asked. Maria turned to face him. She held him by his hips and frowned slightly. "Am I really that ugly?" she asked, pouting slightly. "No -- of course not! Why would you say that?" he blurted out. "Well, you're with a half-naked girl in her bedroom and you want to her her play a trumpet, rather than something else," she said, then gave him a lusty grin. "Do you want me to blow my trumpet, or you?" Her tongue slid over her lower lip and her eyes took on a sultry quality. Her words were like an aphrodisiac to Ansel. His hard cock twitched and he felt his heart accelerate. "Me," he said, thinking her question was just ribald banter. When Maria slid her hand up the inside of his right thigh and began to rub his hard cock through his jeans Ansel held onto her waist tighter, almost feeling light-headed. "Say it, Ansel," she said, her voice thick with desire. "Blow me," he whispered. "Again," he told him, giving his balls a squeeze. "Blow me, Maria," he repeated, this time with more command. Maria slid to her knees, dragging her fingers down his thighs. Smiling up at him, she unbuttoned his jeans and pulled at the tab of the zipper. Her tongue darted out as she hauled his underwear and jeans down past his knees. When his cock thickened and rose until it was pointing up towards his stomach slightly she gasped and lifted her eyes to his. "Is all of that for me?" she breathed. Ansel swallowed hard and nodded. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to caress them. When he felt her hot breath wash over the swollen head, then her tongue flick over it, he moaned. "Mmmm... I hope you enjoy this as much as I'm going to," she said, bathing his twitching cock with her hot breath once more. When he felt Maria's warm, wet mouth envelop his cock, Ansel moaned again and slid his hands up to her head. He ran his fingers through her hair as she slid her lips over his shaft, sucking hard as she took as much of it as she could. His eyes were closed and he wasn't sure if he heard his own moans or hers as she worked her pliant lips up and down his thick shaft. She began rubbing his balls and sucking harder when he pulled her further down on him by her head. As he grew closer to ecstasy he began to slowly move his hips, fucking her mouth. His body tensed and he let out a deep groan, holding fistfuls of her thick hair. He heard her make a throaty sound which sounded like she was choking and he pulled back, slipping his cock from her tight lips. A final stream of cum shot from his throbbing cock. It splashed over her glistening lips and ran down to her chin. Maria leaned back on her heels, still looking up at him through narrowed eyes. Her tongue ran over her lips, wiping his thick cum from them. She smiled and ran her fingertip over the strand of it that was running down her chin. She eagerly sucked it from her finger, her eyes not leaving his. "WOW... have you been saving all that for me?" she asked, then chuckled. Ansel tugged at his underwear and jeans. His legs felt weak as he fumbled to stuff his still semi-hard cock into his underwear. "I usually kind of... ah... cum a lot," he said in a shaky voice and feeling bashful now. "Mmmm, well, from now on, don't waste a drop when you're... ah... alone. Because I want it all." Maria had slid up on her bed with her arms outstretched to him. "Come here," she said. Ansel sat down on the bed beside her. She enveloped him in her embrace and he melted into her. Her body was soft and warm. He held her to him, running his hands over her back and enjoying the feeling of her breasts on his chest. Her hard nipples poked into him slightly and he reached down to toy with her left one. She let out a soft moan and settled into him some more. The two lovers sat in silence, holding one another. This was the most glorious moment of Ansel's life so far and he could hardly believe how blessed he was. Then the realization that some day he would have to leave Maria behind when his parents moved occurred to him. He frowned and unconsciously loosened his hold on her. Sensing his change Maria asked "What's wrong?" Her eyes were full of concern as they peered into his. "Nothing," he sighed. "Just thinking." "About what? Tell me." Ansel drew in a deep breath. His eyes moved to the poster of Chet Baker while he found the words he needed. "I was just thinking that someday I'm going to have to move and I'll never see you again." A tear rolled down his cheek. She kissed it away as she ran her fingers through his hair. "No, Ansel, you can't think like that. Live in the moment. If you're frightened about the future you'll never enjoy the present. I could get hit by a car tomorrow or be shot in a robbery at the cafe. Yes, life can be sad, but mostly it's wonderful." He looked up and nodded. "I know," he muttered. "You can't wall yourself off like this and let uncertainty control you," she told him. "Because someday you'll be older and have your own house and can live there for the rest of your life. But you'll be a prisoner if you still have that wall." "Then what should I do?" His wavering voice was thick with emotion. "Live for now. Because no one knows what tomorrow brings," she advised. Ansel pulled her tighter to him again. He buried his face in the nape of her neck and felt warm tears trickle down his cheeks. "I love you, Maria," he said. "I love you, too," Maria sighed. She kissed his wet cheek and stroked his head, holding him to her bosom. The shadows in the bedroom had grown long and Ansel knew he had to leave for home, although anywhere Maria was now felt more like home to him. He glanced down at his watch. "I'm going to have to be going home. Sorry," he told her. Maria slipped her arms from around him and sat up. She nodded. "I know, but there's tomorrow," she said. Smiles lit up their faces once more as Ansel and Maria got dressed. She walked him to the door where they embraced for a few minutes. "Tomorrow at three?" he asked. Maria nodded. "I love you," he said. "I love you too." She craned her head up and kissed his cheek. Ansel's heart was still racing has he drove home. And for the first time in his life he did not fear the future. Things would work out somehow, he told himself. They had to. ### The sound of bebop jazz filled the living room. Ansel strained his ears to recognize the performer, but couldn't. He was certainly not as versed in jazz as Maria and probably never would be. But he had begun to be able to discern the styles of a few of her favourites. "Who's this?" he asked. "Monk," Maria told him. She was standing in front of the couch, watching him. "I don't think I've heard it before," he said, still listening acutely to the music. "Probably not. I've never played anything by him the other times you've been over," she said. "But this suits my mood." Ansel turned and stepped towards her. His face turned into a broad grin as he ran his eyes over her. She was wearing her usual work attire: a white blouse and dark shorts. But there was something different about her. Perhaps it was her playful expression or the glint in her eyes, he thought. Whatever it was, it made him want her with an intensity that he had never felt before. "And what kind of mood are you in?" He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her to him so she could feel his erection pushing into the curve of her soft stomach. Maria looked down, holding him tighter and licked her lips. "The same mood that I can tell you're in, Big Boy," she teased. He kissed her dewy lips, running his hand down to hold onto her ass. He held her to him, humping her slowly. They stayed like that for a while, swaying as the music filled the charged air and their arousal grew. "Let's get lost," Maria whispered into his ear. She grabbed her purse from the coffee table and guided him to her room. Even before they were standing beside her bed Maria was already tugging at his t-shirt. She hauled it off and tossed it aside. Her eyes moved down his broad chest, following the trail of hair to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. They lingered there as she sucked on the corner of her lower lip. Ansel's hands slid up her body to the top button of her blouse. She was working at the button of his jeans now and he tugged at the buttons faster, almost rending them from the blouse. By the time he had it unbuttoned and pulled from inside her skirt she had snaked her hand inside his underwear to rub his thick meat, making him even harder. The New Guy "I bought something for you today before I went to work." She had a teasing look on her face as she spoke and cupped his heavy balls. "What?" he asked, breathing heavier. "Get undressed and I'll show you," she told him. Ansel pulled his sneakers off and yanked his jeans and underwear down faster than he ever had before. Standing naked before her he felt his cock twitch and slowly rise some more until the mushroom shaped head was pointing towards her moist lips. Maria turned and picked her purse up from the bed. She unzipped it and fished inside, then pulled out a box of condoms. She tore it open and handed him one, neatly wrapped in plastic. "Put this on while I get undressed." She sidled up to him and handed him the small square package, then slowly ran her palm along the underside of his cock. His hands trembled as he tore at the plastic with his teeth. As he slid the Latex over his shaft he watched her from the corner of his eye as she wiggled out of her skirt. It fell to the floor, followed by a pair of black lace panties. She pushed them aside with her feet and kicked her sandals off. "God, you're beautiful," Ansel said as he admired Maria. Nothing could have prepared him for seeing her completely naked for the first time. And although he had tried to imagine how she looked, his visions could have never done her justice. Her firm breasts stood out from her chest, their nipples pointing towards him as though they knew how much he wanted them between his lips. Her flat stomach gave way to curved hips, between which a narrow strip of hair, darker than that above it, lead down to her tender folds. Already her pink lips glistened with her musky juice in anticipation, ready to welcome him within their folds. He pulled her to him by her hips, then slid his hands over her firm ass. He gave it a squeeze, feeling his shaft glide over her wet lips. She shuddered and moaned, running her hand down his back, then up his spine. They kissed as their hands explored one another and their passion began to build. Maria eased away, taking hold of his wrist. She laid down on the bed and parted her soft, smooth thighs. Her hands reached up, as though pleading for him to settle down on her. "Make love to me, Ansel," she breathed. As Ansel slid between her soft thighs he felt her nails run up and down his back. He shuddered and lowered himself onto her, feeling her breasts against his chest. Her legs wrapped around him, urging him closer. He looked down to her shiny, wet lips, watching the head of his cock slide between them. "Oh god..." she cried out as he filled her. Ansel bit his lip and began moving his hips. He felt her grip him tight, deep inside her and he sped up, pumping his shaft in and out. His hands slid under her to hold her shoulders. His breathing was rapid and the feeling of his meat being squeezed by her tight pussy was sublime. When she arched her back and began to meet his thrusts he moved faster, burying himself deep within her. "Yes... keep doing that," she begged. "Harder, Ansel." Maria let out a long moan and dug her nails into his shoulders. He thought that she had cum, at least a little, but wasn't sure. He knew that he was getting closer though. He kept up his pace, watching the look of pleasure on Maria's face. Her moaning grew louder and she glided her right hand down between them to rub her swollen clit. He could feel her fingers graze him a few times and looked down, watching her rub herself faster. Her legs were locked around him and her juice had begun to coat his balls. Their cries of pleasure and the lewd sounds of him plunging in and out of her juicy pussy filled the room. "Oh shit... fuck me, Ansel," she cried out, then her body tensed. She clenched her jaw as another orgasm coursed through her, stronger than the first. The sight of Maria caught in the throes of rapture filled him with love and bliss. It was then that he could no longer hold back. He clutched her shoulders tighter and buried his shaft deep within her one last time. Every muscle tensed and every nerve fired as he came, filling the condom with his thick cum. He laid atop her, breathing hard, and still overcome with the sensations of her milking his cock within her and stroking his back. Shortly after, he slid his spent cock from her and laid down on the bed. The room seemed to spin as Ansel stared up at the ceiling. The feeling of Maria resting on his chest and sliding her hand down to his balls helped to ground him once more. He put an arm around her and kissed her moist lips. "God... that was wonderful," she said, then kissed him. "It was for me," he replied. "I just hope you mean it. I wish I could have lasted longer." His comment was out of sympathy for her rather than his own satisfaction. "Hopefully not too much longer or you'll wear me out." Maria gave a soft laugh and wriggled closer to him, running her hand over his heaving chest. He rolled over on his side to face her. "I love you," he said. "I love you, too," she replied, then smiled and closed her eyes for a few moments. The time passed too quickly for Ansel and Maria as they lay together on the bed. It was a seminal day for Ansel, but he was thankful for her having not made mention of deflowering him. They both knew it and acknowledging that milestone in his life was far less important than the bond of love they now shared. When the time came for him to leave for home she escorted him to the door, wearing only her blouse wrapped tight around her. They kissed and he drove off, knowing his life had really just begun ### Three weeks later, when Ansel returned home from Maria's he was reminded of her telling him about the capricious nature of life. When he entered the living room he found his parents huddled together on the couch. Their mood was somber and he was sure that they were going to tell him that there had been a death in the family. "What's wrong?" he asked, dreading the answer. Cynthia Stevens looked up at her son, frowning. Her arm was around her husband's shoulders, trying to comfort him. "Your father lost his job," she told him. "What? Why?" Ansel exclaimed, then his jaw fell slack. "Budget cutbacks," Ronald Stevens replied. "The Bureau is being scaled-back and the first to go are the outside contractors." He lowered his head, staring at the floor. "So, what are you going to do, Dad?" Ansel asked. Ronald gave his head a weary shake, then slowly raised it once more. "I'm not sure. They're buying out my contract, so I don't need to worry about money for a while. I guess I'll have more time to spend on my photography." He let out a bittersweet laugh, then turned towards his wife. "I hope you like it around here, because it looks like this is home from now on." "Huh?" Ansel grunted. "There will be no need to move once I'm not with the Bureau anymore. Your mother is glad -- probably you are too. She likes it here and was already fed-up with the moving from place to place years ago. She's an angel for having stuck it out with me this long. I know it's been hard on you guys, but it's over." He kissed his wife's cheek and hugged her to him. A flood of competing emotions filled Ansel. Naturally, he regretted his father having lost his job, but it would mean stability in his life for the first time ever. It also meant he would not be leaving Maria behind eventually. He clenched his jaw, fighting a smile. "Maybe you can get something around here, Dad," he suggested. "Maybe," his father agreed. "But I'm in no hurry. I'd be retiring in less than ten years anyway and I've prepared for that financially. Maybe a slower pace will mean I'll live longer." He smiled up at his son. Ansel felt ashamed over the schadenfreude he felt, but maybe it was time that he and his mother could settle down and finally call one place home. Besides, his father was right. Retiring early would do him good. He was driving himself to an early grave with that stressful job. Ansel went up to his bedroom, leaving his parents alone to console one another. He closed the door behind him and dialed Maria's phone number. She answered on the third ring. "I've got good news and bad news," he told her. "What is it?" she asked, sounding concerned. "Dad lost his job," he said flatly. "What?" she exclaimed. "Yeah, budget cutbacks, but he'll be okay," he assured her. "The good news is that we'll be staying here for good." A long pause. "You mean you won't be moving?" she asked, now sounding delighted. "Nope," he said. "But I feel like a turd for being glad that Dad had to lose his job for it to happen." A soft laugh came through the receiver of the phone. "Then I guess that makes me a turd too," she said. "Are you okay, Ansel -- really?" "Yeah, I am," he said. "For the first time in my life I'm optimistic -- really optimistic -- about the future. I want to come over, but I should probably stay home with Mom and Dad tonight." "Yes, that's where you belong right now," she said. "They need you more than I do tonight." "Can I see you tomorrow?" "Of course. Whenever you want," she told him. "How about right after noon," he asked. "Sure. I love you, Ansel." "I love you, too," he told her. ### That Saturday, Ansel knocked on the door of the pale blue house that he had once thought was white. It was just before half-past twelve. Rachel Mitchell opened the door and smiled when she saw Ansel. "Hi, is Maria home?" he asked. "She's in her room," her mother replied. "Go on in, Ansel." As Ansel walked down the narrow hall a strange sound caught his attention. Hardly breathing, he listened, then smiled. Coming from Maria's bedroom was the soft sound of a muted trumpet. But this time it wasn't pouring from stereo speakers. Maria was playing it. He crept towards her door. It was ajar and Maria was sitting on the edge of her bed. The mouthpiece of the trumpet was pressed to her tight lips and her head was tilted down so her hair hung around her face. Her posture reminded him of photos of Miles Davis that he had seen. He stood in the doorway, listening and watching, scared to make even the slightest sound. Almost a minute later she looked up. Her wide eyes met his and she blushed. "Don't you know it's not polite to sneak up on people?" she joked, tossing the trumpet to the foot of the bed. Ansel walked towards her, applauding softly and smiling. "That was beautiful. What was it?" he asked. "'Let's Get Lost'. Well, sort of anyway. I haven't played it in ages," she said, still blushing. He sat down beside her and kissed her cheek. "It sounded perfect to me." Maria shrugged. "I wanted more time to practice, like weeks, before I let you heard me," she said. "I love that song. It reminds me of us." "Then maybe we should get someone to play that, instead of The Wedding March," he suggested. Maria giggled, then noticed the serious look on her face. "What are you trying to say?" she asked. Now she was more nervous than earlier and her eyes had grown wide with disbelief. "Not say -- ask," he explained. Ansel slid to the floor, resting on one knee. When he took hold of her hand and looked up at her he saw tears well in her pretty eyes, although she was smiling. She wiped her eyes and squeezed his trembling hand. "Maria, I love you with all my heart and want to spend the rest of my life with you...," he began. ### "Daddy, when can I get a scooter like you used to have?" The young boy looked up from the photo album open on his lap. His blue eyes were wide with excitement. "Not for a while, Miles," Ansel told him. "You're only ten." Miles pouted and let out a frustrated sigh. He looked back at the photo of his parents outside The Smoking Dog Cafe, sitting astride the red Vespa. "Mommy, Daddy said I can't have a scooter," he lamented. Maria turned her head from the television, giving her son a sympathetic smile. "You're still too young, Honey," she said. "Your Dad didn't get one until he was sixteen. Maybe when you're that old, we'll get you one." The child sitting on the sofa beside Ansel tightened his mouth, counting silently on his small fingers. "But that's a lot of years from now," he exclaimed after a few moments. "I know, Honey," his mother agreed. "But the years will go by quicker than you want them to. It's less years than your father and I have known each other." Miles gave his mother an incredulous look. "Yeah, but you're old," he said, emphasizing the last word. Ansel hugged his son and kissed the top of his head. His eyes moved across the room to where his wife was sitting. They exchanged smiles. Yes, the years had gone by quickly since he had met Maria, he thought to himself. But they had all been good years. The best of his life. He wouldn't change a moment of them, even if he could. His only wish was that twice as many lay ahead of them as had already passed. The New Guy Gathering her long red hair up into a clip, she watched the new patrons come in...and the drunks stagger to the door. Sighing with something almost like boredom, she leaned against the bar top. Pouring drinks for drunks was not what she wanted to be doing tonight. She kept an eye on the doorway, waiting for the new guy that was taking second shift today. Sam-something was what she had been told when she came in to take her shift just after noon today. Smiling at the guy in front of her, coaxing him to drink just one more before calling him a cab for the ride home. That's what most of her afternoon had been like. Just before her shift ended, the manager had asked her to fill in while he ran a few errands. She agreed after he promised an extra day off next week. Oh well, she was already there and what were a few more hours when this was the slow night of the week. The perfect night for a new bartender to begin. Suddenly the door flew back and this guy walked in. He had dark hair and was laughing with some of the drunks before he got half way to the bar. She was intrigued but the smoke and dim lighting made it hard to see him clearly. He swung around and grinned at her as he stepped up to the bar. "Hi, I'm Sam." he said. Her breath caught in her throat, all she could do was nod and point at the back of the bar. He leaped over the bar top like it was a picket fence. She watched and shook her head. He turned and grinned at her again, "what's your name, babe?", he asked. She mumbled something barely intelligible and walked back to the storeroom. Laughing, he followed and grabbed a bar apron on the way. She looked up to see him standing in the doorway of the storage room, tying the strings of the apron. She would have dropped the crate of Jamesons' Irish Whiskey if he hadn't stepped forward and took it from her. "Here ya go doll, let me help you with that.", he said. She just nodded and stepped back, her hands still tingling from his touch as he took the crate. "Better bring a couple bottle of tequila too, I noticed the bar is low.", he called over his shoulder. She picked up the bottles and followed him back to the bar. she didn't remember much about that shift because every time the fog lifted, he's bump into her or his hands would reach out and touch her for one reason or another. She kept a close eye on the clock and as it neared the 2 am mark, she began to breathe a little easier. This Sam guy was a whirlwind of activity, laughing and joking with the patrons, flirting with all the ladies. but, for some reason ... there was something about him that just kept her attention. She wasn't sure what it was, but she knew it could get dangerous before the night was over. Once again she looked up at the clock. Another fifteen minutes and they could give the last call for the night. Finally the last patron had staggered through the front door and into the night. She was standing there with the key in her hand, ready to lock up. "Finally!" she exclaimed as she turned the key and whirling around she leaned back against the door with a sigh of relief. "What's the problem, babe?" he called as he wiped down the bar top. She looked up and then realized they were completely alone. She groaned softly and shook her head, what had she been thinking! It was much better with a room full of drunks. They distracted her from this new guy and the oddly growing attraction she couldn't help but feel. "Just tired.", she answered as she slowly made her way around the room, pulling down the shades before walking back to the bar. "Well, I have the perfect solution for that problem, babe." he said. "I'll make you my world famous Irish Coffee, it will perk you right up. Get it? Perk you up?" and then he laughed. She looked at him and then turned to walk to the store room again. Lost in thoughts of how to get out of there without making a fool of herself, she never heard him enter the small room. Until she turned around and slammed into his chest, that is. His arms came up and pulled her close, probably to keep her from falling over. But, that didn't have a thing to do with the way it made her heart race. Her eyes lifted and locked with his, but began to close as his lips came down over hers. Her outstretched hands came around his waist and grasped his shirt. She felt like she was drowning and he was her lifeline to safety. As he deepened the kiss, she heard a soft moan. When she realized it was coming from her throat, she pulled back. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked. She softly answered, "my name isn't babe, it's Marie.". "I know.", he said. Then his lips came down over hers again. This time, she didn't resist at all. Returning the kiss with as much intensity as he gave it. He bent and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her out of the storage room and into the open bar area. With the shades drawn, they had complete privacy. He sat her on one of the freshly wiped down tables and began to kiss her again. Their hands fumbled hurriedly to unbutton each others shirts. Never breaking the kisses that only served to heat their blood even more. Sam pulled her blouse down off her shoulders and began a nibbling assault on her bare breast. Marie could hardly concentrate enough to tug his shirt from his tight jeans and heard a tearing sound as it finally pulled free. Laying her back on the blouse, his hands lifting her skirt as he moved between her legs. Her hands pulled the zipper of his jeans down slowly and caressed the throbbing cock that sprang free almost immediately. He hooked his fingers in the flimsy satin that covered her most private place, smiling at the wetness of the fabric. Jerking suddenly, he looked up when she flinched at the sound of the ripping satin. She lay trembling on the table, waiting for his next touch. Catching her thighs in his hands, he lifted them and spread them wider. He took a step forward and she felt his cock slide across her wet lips. She looked up at his face and gasped at the look in his eyes. As she lifted her hands to push against his chest and stop him, he slid his cock up into her. The sudden pleasure was so great that she cried out. The hands that were reaching to stop him, grabbed his arms and pulled him closer instead. He leaned down over her, resting his forearms on the table and began to pump his very hard cock in and out. His movements were slow at first, but soon the pace began to pick up. The table squeaked and groaned with the force that he used to thrust and grind against her. She tried to smother her cries by biting her bottom lip, but his mouth on her tender nipples made it hard to keep quiet. She could feel the spasms begin softly and knew that very soon the orgasm would hit her. He sucked and pulled at first one, then the other, nipple. She slid both hands into his hair and struggled to pull his head back. "Please, Sam ... please kiss me!" she cried. He scooped her up off the table and dropped into a chair. when she slammed down on his cock it happened. The explosion started in the pit of her stomach, then splintered up to wrap around both breasts. She screamed, louder than she ever had before. His eyes closed at the first scream and shuddered hard. She felt the white hot stream of cum shoot up into her vagina and began to jerk weakly as the waves continued to wash over her. His arms tightened around her as he held her against his chest. Their movements seemed to work together, his driving her spasms higher and higher, hers keeping his going. It seemed like they would never stop. All too soon, he slumped in the chair and she collapsed against his chest. Breathlessly they sat there, holding onto each other. Finally he softly asked, "anyone waiting on you at home?" A soft blush covered her cheeks as she slowly shook her head. "Good!" he said, "you are coming home with me tonight and we're gonna do this the right way." She smiled up at him, "I like that idea.". Swatting her on the bottom, he said "well, get dressed babe, you can't go out like that." She laughed as they pulled their clothes back on and left the darkened bar holding hands. The New Guy at Work He was the new guy at work. His name was Sean. I noticed that he flirted with everyone, but there was some kind of spark whenever he looked my way. It was at that point that I knew I wanted him. Now I just had to wait for the right opportunity. And sure enough, about a month later it arrived. My best friend Amanda's parents were going out of town for their anniversary. We were going to a community college at the time so we didn't have to go to class. Well that whole week, starting on Monday, we would wake up and start our day off with a beer. We would continue to drink until we passed out that night. It was amazing. And it was on one of these nights that I decided I would ask Sean to come over. So I called Sean on a Wednesday afternoon and asked if he would like to come over and hang out with me and Amanda, and Amanda's boyfriend. Of course he said yes like I knew he would, and he told me he would call me when he got off work. I waited about eight hours until I finally realized that he wasn't going to call, and I was devastated. I thought for sure that he was going to come and then he just decides not to call. Well these kinds of situations don't sit well with me, and even if he did forget to call I still wanted to fuck him. So I called him the next day and asked him why he never called. He told me that he got really drunk and forgot, and I totally understood. He also said that he would like to come over tonight, and of course I was perfectly ok with that. As the hours went by I got more and more nervous, so kept drinking, and drinking trying to get rid of the butterflies in my tummy. When it was finally around 7pm and I was already toasted I knew I needed to stop in order to be coherent when Sean arrived. Amanda passed out by 8 so I was just watching TV when Sean called me and told me he was about five minutes away. I went into the bathroom to fix myself up, then walked to the top of the driveway to meet him. I never thought I would be so excited to see headlights in my life. After he parked his car and what not we walked into the house and sat on the couch. We started watching TV and just making small talk. I was kind of awkward at first, and I didn't like the silent pauses, so I decided we should go smoke a cigarette. We at about that time Amanda's boyfriend called and needed her to come pick him up, just like I was hoping for, Sean and I were going to be alone. I went and told Amanda to go pick up her boyfriend, and after she left things got more interesting. We went back to the couch and I got us a couple of beers. We started talking and some how we managed to get into a tickling war. I didn't realize how ticklish Sean was until I poked him in his side playfully and he freaked out. The more we kept tickling each other, the hotter I was got. It was like you could feel the sexual tension between us, and it was amazing. At one point he was on the ground in between my legs begging for mercy, and then he finally decided to use some of the muscles and force me to stop. He stood up and grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them up against the back of the couch. Our faces were really close at that point in time, and I told him I was going to bite his arm if he didn't let go. He said I'll bite right back. I was wearing a very low cut shirt and a pair of jeans that night, and all of the wrestling around had made my breasts basically pop out of my shirt. Well I thought I would take a chance, so I bit him. After I did that he just looked at me in a challenging way, and he bent his head down and bit me right on my tit. I though I was going to die from pleasure. I said that if I bit him again he would bit me right on the nipple, and I told him that I would like it. I must have had a look of pleasure and longing on my face because right after that our lips met in the most passionate kiss. My arms were still pinned as we made out until he let go to fondle every inch of my body. I entwined my fingers in his hair and moan softly as his soft lips caressed my neck. His strong hand gently pulled at my breasts sending shocks of pleasure through my body and down to my clit, making me extremely wet. I knew at that point that we needed to relocate to a bedroom, which I already had prepared for this moment. I pulled him away, as much as I hated to, and took him by the hand and led him to the room where we would get more intimate. He didn't seem to mind at all, so I assume that he knew what was going on. After we entered the room and shut the door we started to make out again, only time more rough and needy. I lay down while he explored my body with his hands and tongue. He positioned himself on top of me, pressing his rock hard cock in between my thigh. I thought that I might orgasm before we even started fucking. I took off his shirt and he took off mine. He pinched and licked each nipple, making we moan in sweet bliss and he pleasure me. He would gentle scrape his teeth against my hard nipple and then move the other one. I thought I was going to explode any minute, so I tried to take his pants off, but of course he had to have a belt on. I tried to figure in out but I couldn't and he ended up taking his won pants off, so while he was doing that I took mine off and realized I was dripping wet. We had changed positions and he was lying on his back this time, so I thought I would give him a little pleasure with my mouth. I took his wonderfully hard, 9-inch cock, and wrapped my mouth around it. I flicked the tip with my tongue as I sucked, and massaged his balls with my free hand. His hands decided to a little more exploring, and found their way to my hot pussy. I slid two fingers down my slit and pushed them into my hot hole. I gasped and they entered me and started sucking harder. I tasted his precum in my mouth and loved every drop of it. I started to finger me faster. He started to make moaning noises and I knew that it wouldn't be long until he came. I slid his dick out of my mouth and positioned myself over top of him. The head of his cock was poking my wet cunt, ready to enter at any time. We he didn't waste anytime, and he slammed his rod into me full force, and I screamed in pleasure. We rocked in unison, feeling the hotness between us. He kissed me, and slid his tongue around in my mouth with the rhythm of our bodies. I sucked on his neck and he moaned in my ear. Then out of nowhere, he lifted me up and put me on my back and got on top. I have never been fucked with so much force in my life. As soon as he got on top, he slammed his hard prick in and out of me, making me moan each time, louder and louder. Our bodies became one as he laid down on top of me and caressed and kissed my face and neck all over every inch as he push and pulled himself in and out of my hot pussy. He started fucking me harder and faster than I thought was imaginable, and I loved every second of it. I knew he was on the brink and so was I. As he trusted deeper into me I felt a surge of heat and pleasure throughout me whole body as I convulsed into the most powerful orgasm I have ever had. He began to slow down after that knowing that I need him too. He then whispered into me ear that he was about to cum, and asked me where I wanted him to shoot him load. I have always enjoyed the taste of cum so I told him in a raspy voice, in my mouth. He pumped in and out of my a few more times before he pulled out and said he was about to let go. I sat up and put my mouth around his cock. I sucked him off hard and fast knowing how bad he needed to cum. I felt his muscles tighten and he pulled my hair and finally shot his load down my throat. I swallowed gulp after gulp of his hot cum until he finally finished. He collapsed on top of me and kissed me again. Most guys wouldn't kiss you after they just came in your mouth but he didn't seem to mind. He told me that he didn't think anything like this was going to happen, but that he was glad that it did. Amanda and her boyfriend arrived sometime during the fuck session, and had the most hilarious faces when we walked out. They obviously had heard of cried of pleasure, but decided not to say anything. I walked Sean out to his car. He had to work in the morning so he couldn't stay the night. We had one last cigarette together before we went our own ways. Then he did something that no other guy I had slept with had done. He kissed me goodnight, and not just a peck on the lips, a full on, we are going to do this again, and soon, kiss. But that time is another story.