6 comments/ 21588 views/ 6 favorites Afraid By: Turbidus A quick story about first time jitters. My recollection of the jitters is real enough but the details are fictitious. I hope I captured the sweetness of memory. All the characters are over the age of 18. Enjoy. Helpful feedback is always welcome, so please comment. Thank you to LarryInSeattle for his assistance with this story. ========== "Don't you like me?" The words fell as softly as snow on a quiet morning but they crushed me. I liked her. I liked her a lot. "No," I stuttered, scrambling to dream up some way of salvaging the situation. Her lip trembled. "No?" "Huh? What? NO! I mean 'no' to your question, not no I don't like you. Of course I like you. I like you a lot." We had slid down the couch to a mostly horizontal position. I sat up so I could look at her. She looked sad and teary and my heart clenched in my chest. "Then why won't you do more than kiss me? Why won't you touch me? Do you hate my body that much?" The question baffled me such that I had been unable to think clearly. At the time, longer ago than I care to admit, my nineteen year-old self had never considered that other people might be as insecure as I was. When the circuits clear and I was able to speak, my astonishment was evident. "Hate your body? Are you nuts? Why would I hate your body?" "Because," she sniffled and a single tear detached from the corner of her eye and dashed toward her ear. "My boobs are small and my hips are big and my hair is always a mess and I can't see without my damn glasses." She sniffled again. "Should I go on?" "No," I gaped at her, stunned. "No, it all makes sense now. You're nuts. Bouncing off rubber walls, bat-shit, looney tunes crazy." I shook my head in disbelief. "There's nothing wrong with your body Jill. Don't be a dope." "Then what's wrong? We've been dating since we got back from Christmas break. The year's almost over. I'll be back in Nebraska, you'll be here, too busy to write more than a couple of letters, and all we've done is kiss. Don't you want to do more?" She paused, giving me a chance to answer but I was silent. "Is it a religious thing? You never go to church or talk about religion but is that it?" Her face was a mask of confusion and sincerity and so completely vulnerable and adorable I knew I had to reach down deep and be honest. I had to make it work. "I don't know what to do," I admitted, my eyes dropping to stare at my own knees. "I've never done anything more than kiss a girl. I'm afraid I'll screw it all up and end up looking like a total spaz." When I forced myself to look at her, she didn't look as if she was about to laugh. She looked puzzled. "What do you mean you don't know what to do? Just touch me silly. It's pretty hard to screw up touching someone." Her eyes, dark eyes, almost black, lingered on my face. "You've really never done more than kiss before?" I shook my head. "But you do want to touch me? Do more than just kiss?" "Uh, yeah," I snorted, trying not to sound derisive. I prayed she'd understand the contempt in my voice was aimed backward, at me, not at her. "Come here," she whispered, moving over so I could lie between her and the back of the couch. I miss that, being able to fit together on a couch. I laid down beside her and she rolled to face me. "Give me your hand," she whispered. I did as she asked and she pulled it toward her and put it on top of her breast. She covered my hand with hers and smiled. "Now, how hard was that?" she whispered. Her hand blazed against the back of mine. Under my fingers, the cotton of her shirt was warm but not as warm as her hand. My fingertips rested along the top of her bra. The soft mound of her breast fit perfectly in my palm. "Not hard," I whispered, my eyes fixed to the hand resting atop her breast, "soft". She moved her hand and rested it against my chest. When she moved her head forward, I met her, already missing the feel of her lips on mine, of her tongue dancing inside my mouth. I knew how to kiss. I wasn't afraid of that. Her fingers began to knead my chest, very softly. She pulled away from my kiss. "I'll show you what to do." Her fingers closed a little tighter on my chest. "Do that to me," she whispered into my mouth. I found her lips first and then did as she instructed, slowly. What she was doing to me felt fantastic but I didn't have boobs. I didn't want to hurt her. Sensing the hesitation in my tentative touch, Jill whispered against my cheek, "It's okay. You can do it a little harder. You won't hurt me." Her fingers clutched at my chest and mine echoed the movement. "Um, that's right. That's perfect. Keep doing that," she murmured against the side of my neck, causing goose bumps to blossom on my arms. I arched my back and began to kiss along the side of her neck as my fingers grew bolder. I kissed the hollow of her neck and she pushed the side of her leg against my erection. I kissed the cotton fabric where it stretched across her cleavage. I moved my hand and pressed my lips where I imagined her nipple to be, hidden beneath her shirt and bra. I searched her eyes, looking for guidance. Her stare was easily as bold as my hand or my lips. I balanced on one elbow and tugged at the bottom of her tee shirt, pulling it from under the waistband of her jeans. I leaned over and resumed kissing her, while my hand reached around her waist to free the back of the tee shirt. Without taking my lips from hers, I slipped my hand under her tee shirt. The skin on her tummy was cool. I brushed my fingertips across her skin and she shivered. Her hip pressed against me again. She had wondered if I wanted more. I wondered if she knew how much more I wanted. Surely, she must, I remember thinking. She did not push my hand away. She did not tug her shirt down. She did not mutter "no" into my mouth. I moved my hand higher and re-discovered her boob. The bra was a thin cotton bra, no padding. I wanted to look, wanted to see the nipple my palm was feeling. I drew my hand back slightly and brought my fingers together to stroke around the skin I could feel beneath the bra. Her tongue darted more aggressively in my mouth. Her fingers clenched on my chest. I trailed my fingers upward and let them rest on the warm skin above her bra cup. Whatever worries or cautions had held me back in the past melted away. I hooked my fingers under the top of the bra and pulled it down, freeing her breast. Now, I did free myself from her mouth in order to gaze at her. She did have small boobs but I didn't care. They looked perfect to me. She rolled, slightly, on her right hip. Her unrestrained breast sloped toward the middle of her chest. The nipple pointed directly at my face. Her nipple was hard and stood out from her boob, surrounded by a pink areola. A triangle of lighter skin outlined the size of her swimming suit top. Her tee shirt was bunched under her chin. I pressed my hand over her breast and began to move it in circles. Jill moaned softly, low in her throat. I pulled my fingers up, exactly as I had before, but this time there was no bra between us. My fingertips surrounded her nipple. Her back arched and she squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, they glowed. She pushed away, sitting up. I tried to hide my disappointment. I started to tell her how great that was, to thank her, when she began to pull at my shirt. She pulled it over my head and off my right arm. I was leaning on my left. She used both hands to pull it from under my left elbow before tossing it to the floor. I remember having a hard time processing the sight of her hands tugging her own tee shirt over her head. But the vision of her reaching to unclasp her bra and drop it on the floor has never left me. She sat there for a moment, looking embarrassed, looking as if she wanted to cover herself with her hands, but she didn't. Thank God. Her breasts sat high and firm on her chest, as only a young women's can. I watched the newly freed right nipple grow taut under my gaze and the cool kiss of the air conditioned air. She rolled to lie flat on her back. She pulled her right leg to her chest, passing it in front my chest and face and pushed it between my body and the back of the couch. Now, she had me between her legs. Her breasts slipped slightly off to each side, looking so white against the deep tan of her skin, a gift of her Italian forefathers and the sun. I moved toward the middle of the couch, kneeling now between her legs. She opened her arms. A second invitation was not required. I lowered myself on my hands, and then rested on my elbows. My forearms slid beneath her arms and my hands cradled her head. When I leaned forward to kiss her, I made no effort to keep my erection from pressing into her crotch. I lowered myself a bit more and felt her nipples kiss my bare skin. I moved my body back and forth, dragging my chest atop her nipples, and earned my second throaty moan of the afternoon. As we resumed kissing, her crotch ground into my erection. Her nails began to dance across my shoulders and down my back. She drew them upward, over my sides and it was my turn to shiver and moan. I kissed my way down her neck again. This time when I kissed between her breasts there was no fabric between my lips and her skin. I discovered the pleasure of erotic teasing that day. I kissed underneath her left breast, around to her side, and repeated the sequence under her right breast. I kissed across the top of her breasts, my lips and tongue trying to erase her tan line. She pressed her crotch against me. She arched her back. Her hands clutched at my shoulders and then pulled and pushed at my head, but I ignore her nipples. I ignored them and I when I kissed my way back to her lips, she growled in frustration. I settled for a quick peck on the lips, arched my back, dropped my head, and sucked her right nipple into my mouth. She hissed in surprise, not pain. I flicked her nipple with my tongue, doing to it the things my tongue normally did to her tongue. When I pulled away, I plucked softly with my lips and she hissed again. I pressed my hand against her left breast, trapping her nipple in the space between my splayed thumb and index finger. I licked around her areola. I swirled my tongue around her nipple as if it was the world's smallest ice cream cone. I laved her nipple with my tongue and when it was slick, I plucked at it with my fingers and her body nearly bucked me off the couch. I licked my way to her belly button. I pushed the tip of my tongue in it. I sucked the rim of it between my lips. All the while, my hands massaged her breasts, played with her nipples. She saved me the trouble of wondering how much further I should push by reaching between us and unbuckling her belt and unbuttoning her jeans. I sat back on my heels and hooked my fingers in the top of her jeans. She raised her butt and I slipped them over her hips. Her panties came with them. She pulled her legs up and held them straight in front of my chest. I leaned my head to the side of her upraised legs and gazed at her pussy as I helped her pull the jeans off. She dropped them atop the pile of clothes by the side of the couch and lowered her legs. If she retained any of the embarrassment she felt when I gazed at her breasts, it wasn't apparent. Her hair was dark brown and grew in a thick, perfect triangle above her pussy. The hair was not as thick over the lips. I could see her slit. It was wet and shiny. Her clitoris was perched above her slit, a leopardess guarding the entrance of her most precious place. I stared, fascinated, heedless of the passing time. Jill's fingers crept across her belly and her fingertips began to draw circles over her clit. "Don't you want to take your pants off too?" she whispered. I did, of course, and badly. I pulled my eyes away from the sight of her playing with herself, to look at her. "I don't have any rubbers," I replied. "You don't need them," she whispered. "I'm on the pill." I couldn't tear my eyes from her face. "Do you want to?" she whispered a moment later. I climbed from between her legs and stepped toward her head. She reached up and open my jeans, I wasn't wearing a belt. I wore 501s back then and no underwear. She undid the buttons one at a time. My dick was trapped down the left leg of my pants. She let her fingers dabble in the dark thatch of my pubic hair. When her fingertips touched the base of my dick, the only part accessible at that time, I nearly shot off in my pants. I moaned when she worked her fingers around my dick. She pulled it free and it rested in the V of my opened fly. Her fingers wrapped around it and squeezed. I moaned again. Her hand started to stroke me and I stepped away. "If you're want me to do more, please don't. You'll make me cum." She nodded. "Take off your pants," she encouraged. I did and climbed back on the couch to kneel between her knees. She did a half crunch, took hold of my dick and urged me forward. "Have you, uh," I stammered. "Yes, not often, but yes. That's all I'm telling you about that right now," she whispered, her eyes scanned my face. "Okay. I don't want to hurt you." "I know," she sighed. "You won't." Then she gave a single giggle. "I don't think you will anyway." She smirked at me. "You're a lot bigger than I'm used to." I stared at my dick, resting inside her fist. Was she teasing me? I was pretty average, at least based on occasional locker room glimpses at other guys. She pulled me forward and rubbed the head of my dick up and down her slit. I had to concentrate hard, and clench muscles I never knew I had, deep inside my body to keep for cumming right then. "We need to go slow. It's been almost a year and I've only done it a few times," she murmured, her hand still moving my dick up and down her sex. My eyes left her face and took in the sight of my dick, my dick, Jesus, rubbing against a girl's pussy. Her hand gripped me harder and I looked at her. "And, you are a lot bigger than my ex-boyfriend," she insisted sharply. I told myself not to play poker with her, not the way she already seemed to be able to read me as easily as a large print Reader's Digest. I was so close. I knew I had to do something or I would humiliate myself by busting a nut all over her pussy like a total spastic. I pushed but the head of my dick was between her inner and outer lips. Instead of entering her, my dick skittered up her pussy. On the plus side, the head slide over her clit. I was shocked at how hard it was. She pushed my dick down and held it. I pushed again. There was some resistance. I hesitated. "It's okay," Jill panted, eyes closed. "You aren't hurting me." I pushed hard, something relaxed and I was inside her. She gasped. Before I could draw a breath to ask, she told me she was okay. She put her hands on my hips, as if she was afraid I'd pull away, or maybe to keep me from pushing too fast. Now, the head of my dick inside her, the sense of urgency faded. I lowered myself gradually, lost in the feeling of Jill's pussy flowing around my dick, swallowing me, drawing deeper inside her body. When my pubic bone touched hers I let myself lie atop her, supporting my weight on my knees and elbows. I kissed her softly. "I had no idea you would feel this unbelievably incredible," I confessed to the side of her neck. "Mmm, feels good to me too, you know," she replied as her hands stroked my back. I began to move my hips, keeping my body pressed tightly to hers. Her softly grunted "uh-huhs" tickled the hair beside my ear. She pulled her legs up and locked her heels behind my thighs, hard up against the bottom of my ass. Her own hips began to move in time to mine. I discovered I could pull all the way out and then dive back in, my dick no longer lost or baffled by finding the entrance to her body. I moved faster. Believe me, I've reached an age when silly boasting does nothing for me. It isn't that I was such a prodigy. No, later Jill explained that she had not been masturbating, why she couldn't say beyond that she had some notice that she wanted to wait for me. I, on the other hand, had decided I was doomed to a life of nothing but masturbation. I was a mass of hormones and frustration. I was probably jerking off two or three times a day at that point. So, I was just as fast as any about to become a non-virgin male. My advantage was Jill had even more of a hair-trigger than I had. She began to buck her hips against mine, falling into and easy, natural rhythm. Her "uh-huhs" became more breathy, interspersed with periods of holding her breath and a smattering of "mmms". As I recall, the only sound I made was breathing hard. Her legs and arms clenched around my body. I could barely breathe, much less move. She let out a long shuddering moan against the side of my neck and then melted back into the bed. Her arms and legs remained wrapped around me but I was able to move again. I pulled out. As I pushed back inside her, my body grew rigid, clenched from the inside. Everything seemed to stop, my lungs, my heart, my brain, everything. The only sensation was this tremendous surge that began deep in my body, near the base of my spine. As the surge moved forward, I feared I might burst. There was no way my balls, my cock, could channel such raw power. For a second, it felt as if my fears would come true. Every sensation I was feeling became trapped in the head of my dick. I could feel it swell and press against the velvety warmth of my lover's, my first lover's, pussy. I groaned, mostly in frustration, then in relief as the dam gave way and I emptied myself. I collapsed atop Jill's body, too overcome to even try and speak. At nineteen, I could lie atop her and she could still breathe. Her hands stroked my shoulders and she kissed the side of my neck. All I could do was lie there. I began to replay the past few minutes over and over in my head. I wanted to remember every second of it. I failed at that of course but I remember the important parts. I remember she wore a much washed rugby shirt with broad white and almost white faded yellow strips. Her panties were cotton. I don't recall the brand but I can see them caught and bunched in her jeans as they slid off her legs. I think I recall noticing the crotch was wet but that may be a memory lie I've added over the years. I do know they were not bikini briefs but they were low cut in the waist and high cut over the thigh and they had green polka dots, nearly as faded as the yellow stripes on the rugby shirt. I remember all of that. But what I remember most is lying with face buried in her hair and not feeling afraid any longer, at least for a short time. Afraid of the Dark Nervously, I stepped into my heels and checked myself one last time in the mirror. I was carefully preparing myself for a night out with the boys. My husband Tim had invited his new client Richard over for a swim, one thing led to another, a few drinks, a little weed, and all of a sudden the three of us were heading out to the local bar together. Richard was big, six-foot-four, well over 200 pound and solid muscle. He was very dark skinned, yet very good looking. He spoke with a native (I think) Jamaican accent, and was very well mannered. He seemed quite the gentleman, and seemed qiute the ladies man I might add. Being a shy little white girl from a small New England hamlet, I had never seen a black man stripped down to only a bathing suit before. I was quite intrigued by his chiseled physique, and had trouble keeping my eyes off of him. He didn’t seem to notice though, and I was surprised. Where I grew up black men were far and few between. The rumor around town (amongst all the little hometown girls anyway) was that all black men had huge penises and a hunger for little white girls. Being petite, blonde and very pale skinned, I imagined myself to be the perfect target of their wanton desires. I’ve always had an unnatural fear of large black men because of it, and now I get really uptight when I’m forced to be around them.. Something was different about Richard though. Maybe it was his gentle demeanor. He did not make me nervous at all. He was a perfect gentleman to me, nothing like I was expecting. Hell, he hardly even noticed me! What was wrong? Was I not sexy enough for him? Could it be that he truly was not interested? Could it be that I’d lost that certain something? Could it be that I never had it? The thought of getting him to check me out crossed my mind. Before long it was the only thing on my mind. I wanted to feel that anxious feeling in my stomach again. I wanted to feel that I was the object of his manly desires. I needed to feel him undress me with his eyes to satisfy my own needs. My head was filled with crazy ideas, and although I knew I was too shy to carry out such a bold and deliberate plan, I found myself in the bedroom slipping into my most daring dress. It was a shear little spaghetti-strap slip dress that up till now I had only worn for private audiences. I tried to wear a bra under it, but it didn’t look good, so I boldly decided to go without. I put on my favorite pair of thigh-high stockings, silk panties and a killer pair of high heels. If he didn’t notice me dressed like this I was going to have to check his pulse. I brushed my long blonde hair until it was silky smooth, and made my way back down stairs. I was surprised to see Tim sleeping in the recliner. Richard was sitting behind the bar, sipping on a martini. “I guess you took a little longer that he thought.” he said to me. “Sorry.” I replied. “I guess we should wake him so that we can go.” “Aw, let him sleep,” Richard quickly answered, “I really didn’t want to go anyway.” “Me neither.” I confided. “Can I get you a drink?” Richard asked politely. “Sure, why not. I’ll have a margarita.” We sat and chatted for about an hour. “I have a little more weed.” Richard offered. “Oh, what he hell, I’m not going anywhere.” I responded as I led him to the back deck. When we returned, Richard tuned the radio to a soft soul station and lowered the lights. “I’d really hate to see you get all dressed up like that for nothing.” He started. “Let’s dance!” I guess he noticed the way I was dressed. A knot started to grow in my stomach. Before I could respond to his request, he took me by the hand and led me to the center of the room, put his hands on my waist and pulled me close. I was totally intimidated by Richard’s size, he was so big and strong! I felt like a little doll in his arms. He was in full control; he could easily overpower me if he wanted to. The weed had gone straight to my head, my senses reeled and my mind began to wander. His hold on seemed to strengthen as my thoughts drifted off. I began to imagine him as one of those bad men who was always leering at me. I imagined that he pulled my hair back and tried to kiss me. I tried to turn my head away but I couldn’t, he was too strong. His tongue pushed it’s way through my lips and into my mouth, he kept pushing it in and out of me. I wanted to bite it but I was too afraid. Then he pushed me down on the floor right in front Tim (who was still sleeping.) I struggled and struggled to get away but it was no use, he was too much for me. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. He sat on my legs and pinned both of my arms over my head with one of his big strong hands. His other hand tore at the top of my dress, exposing my breasts to the cool air. With my hands still over my head he sucked on both of my nipples, causing them to pucker and stiffen. My wiggling and writhing had caused my skirt to ride up to my waist. I felt his free hand at my panties. In one big, strong motion he ripped my panties right off. Then I heard his zipper drop as he removed his pants. My body tensed up. He put one of his knees between mine and tried to force my legs apart. I held them as long as I could, but he was strong. I knew that I couldn’t last forever. While he was pushing at my knees, he pinned the rest of me down with his body. I wiggled to get away, our naked bodies rubbed together furiously, and my nipples stiffened again. He placed his mouth against mine and pushed his tongue through my lips again. The feeling of his tongue in me caused me to weaken even further, his knee slipped between mine and suddenly he was between my legs. I tried to call out to Tim for help, but I could not produce a single sound. My body had betrayed my, it did not want him to stop . I looked down to see his manhood just inches away from me. My breathing became quick and heavy and I could feel my own wetness as I spread my legs and let him closer. He forced himself into me and then began driving himself in and out of me as hard and deep as he could. I was nothing but a pleasure tool for him. He was using me. He was using me good. Suddenly, I snapped out of my little day dream. A bead of sweat formed on my upper lip. Richard held me a little tighter when he felt me trembling and I wondered if he knew what I was thinking. I rested my head against his chest, closed my eyes and swayed my hips along with his lead. I couldn’t believe that I had imagined that I would succumb to his power. Although I knew nothing would happen, and that I was completely safe, my body began to shake with nervous anticipation. The thought of Tim sleeping just a few feet away while I was thinking such dirty thoughts excited me, causing my body to shake even more. If Tim woke up it would put an end to this naughty little fantasy. Should I find a way to wake him now, or should I remain silent? Being held in Richard’s arms felt wonderful. He softly caressed my back to calm me down, I quietly purred my approval. Once he realized that I was enjoying his touch, his hands became more active, spreading over my back and my shoulders. I continued to purr like a little kitten. He must have taken this as a signal, because he brushed my hair to one side and began to nibble on my neck. I immediately protested, “Stop! We shouldn’t be doing this!” He promptly stopped, but his attitude changed when he realized that I said “we shouldn’t be doing this” as if I were a willing participant. I put my head back on his chest and the dance continued; his hands were doing quite a bit more wandering than before. His touch was very erotic in nature and although he stayed away from my private parts, I could feel myself heating up. The tension was overwhelming, wondering where he would touch me next. His hands slipped down onto my butt. I responded by wrapping my arms around his neck. With both of my cheeks in his hands, he drew me to him until our pelvises were tight against one another and held me there. I could feel a big bulge against my pelvis and realized the rumors were true. I wiggled around a bit until the bulge was where I wanted it, and then stood up on my toes to get it in just the right place. It was wonderful! I savored the moment. With strong confidence, he began to push and pull my pelvis toward and away from his in a rhythmic motion, simulating intercourse. “Oh my God!” I thought. “He was using me!” He was dry-humping me right in front of my sleeping husband! My blood was pumping and my body was filled with adrenalin; every single nerve ending was tingling. I was being such a little slut, and I was loving it! I can’t remember the last time I was this excited. I looked over at Tim to see if he was still sleeping, and then up at Richard. His lips met mine and we kissed the hottest juiciest kiss that I can remember. All the time he kept pumping my pelvis into his, making me hotter and hotter. Our lips parted, and I knew I was getting myself in trouble. In a weak attempt to end it I pulled away from him. ‘This is bad.” I whispered quietly, making sure that I didn’t wake Tim. “My husband is right there! You’ve got to stop!” Hoping that he was strong enough to take the initiative. Instead, he just looked at me and moved in for another kiss. I raised my lips to his and succumbed to his power. “You want it, you want it bad, don’t you?” He whispered in my ear. ‘Yes!” I guiltily admitted. “But,.... but not here; my husband is right there!” . “If you want it, you’re going to have to do it my way, baby.” He proclaimed I was in no position to argue, and he knew it. He turned me so that I was facing directly toward Tim, “Look at him, he’s sleeping like a baby.” He observed. “Just relax and enjoy yourself,” he said as his hands began to wander. I couldn’t stop him, I was too excited. His hands found the hem of my dress and gripped it firmly. He raised the hem up and began to caress my soft belly, his fingers leaving goose bumps in their tracks. He slowly worked his way up to my breasts. My silver dollar nipples stiffened in anticipation. “Ahhh!” I quietly moaned as he squeezed them between his fingers. He slid my dress up to remove it. Like a good little girl, I raised my hands over my head to help him, and then left them there as he gently slid his fingers down my arms and back towards my breasts. My back arched a little as he fondled my boobs. My nipples were harder than ever, and I could feel them throbbing between his fingers. It seemed like an eternity as I waited for him to continue his downward journey. There I was, just four feet away from my sleeping husband, wearing nothing but high heeled shoes, thigh-high stockings and a silk pair of panties, letting a big black stranger undress and touch me, and I was loving every second of it. I was being such a dirty little slut! “You like this don’t you?” He whispered. I just purred quietly. His fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties and I gasped. “You’re getting off on being touched in front of your husband aren’t you?” He asked. “Yes.” I admitted as he slowly ran his fingers through my pubic hair. He pulled his finger from my panties and brought it up to my mouth. I knew exactly what he wanted without being told. I opened my mouth and sucked gently on it for, pretending it was a tiny little penis. He pulled it from my mouth and held it right in front of my lips. I laid a big dab of spit on the very end of it and then with both hands pulled my panties open. I suck my stomach in and watched his finger disappear. A shiver ran through my body as his wet, gooey finger slid effortlessly across my clit and down between my swollen pussy lips . He put his lips close to my ear and whispered , “Did I make your little pussy wet?” “Yes!” I whispered back, trying not to wake Tim. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked. “No!” I answered emphatically. “Good” he said, “Now take your panties off!” “But, but, but....,” I started to protest, “Here?” I questioned. “No questions!” He sternly replied. “Just do as I say! Now drop your panties!” Obediently, I lowered my soaked panties to the floor. “That’s a good girl.” He praised. “Now, gently unzip your husbands shorts and show me his cock.” I looked at him for a moment like he was crazy, but then knew that I must obey. I moved very slowly and deliberately, making sure that I didn’t wake Tim. It took a while, but I managed to get them down to his knees without waking him. His wilted little cock lay off to one side. “Now,” Richard ordered. “Without bending your knees, suck his dick! I want you to make it hard; and don’t wake him up!” It was a strange request, but I wasn’t in any position to refuse. I had to spread my legs and bend forward in order to reach Tim’s limp dick.. I licked and kissed Tim’s cock ever so gently, but nothing was happening. A few minutes went by before I decided put the whole head in my mouth and slid it in and out. It started to grow! At the same time that I noticed Tim’s cock growing, I felt Richard kneel down behind me. I could feel his moist, hot breath against my swollen pussy lips. Now that Tim’s cock was a little stiff, I was able to work it a little better. It was almost hard when I felt Richard’s hands on my ankles. Hid slid them up my stocking and onto the back of my thighs. I shook with anticipation. He spread my ass cheeks and touched my pussy with his tongue. I almost swallowed Tim’s cock! I pulled away and Richard stopped. “Don’t stop!” He ordered. I gently put Tim’s semi-erect shaft back in my mouth. Richard ran his tongue up and down my juicy slit and nibbled at my clit with his lips. The more he worked me, the farther my legs spread. His tongue paused at my hole, I held my breath in anticipation, until he shot it deep into my pussy. “Mmmmmmm!” I moaned . I wouldn’t let Tim’s cock go this time for fear that Richard would stop again. Richard drove his tongue in and out of my hungry hole, causing me to moan “mmmm” on every stroke. He repeated the action over and over, and I got hotter and hotter. I closed my eyes and thoroughly enjoyed having a stiff cock in my mouth while his hot tongue probed my wet pussy. Suddenly, I realized that Tim’s cock was as hard as a rock, and his hands were on my head helping me bob up and down! “Oh my god!” I thought. “He’s awake!” I looked up and his eyes were open. I immediately pulled him to me and with the fresh taste of his stiff cock still in my mouth, I gave him a long wet, hot kiss. Richard’s tongue was still driving in and out of my pussy, and Tim’s tongue was in my mouth. I was in heaven! I moved my lips to Tim’s ear and whispered, “His tongue is fucking my pussy! And it feels sooooo goooood!” I slid my lips back and gave him a kiss that was hotter than the last. It took his breath away. I tried to mirror Richard’s movements with my own tongue so that Tim could imagine what I was feeling. My tongue slid in and out of Tim’s mouth with the same rhythm as Richard’s. Tim’s mouth was as wet as my pussy! “Mmmmmm” I moaned as Richard’s tongue slid out of my tight little hole and slapped up against my clit. My pussy was on fire! Richard stood up behind me. I didn’t have to wait for any signal, I knew what I needed to do. I turned and knelt before him, anxiously waiting. He unzipped his fly and lowered his pants. His jockey shorts were filled! I sat quietly, with much anticipation. He lowered his shorts for me, slowly exposing his manhood. When his shorts were about half way to his knees, they couldn’t contain him anymore, and his cock sprung out at me. His pubic area was shaved clean, allowing me to focus on the most beautiful cock that I have ever seen. It was dark brown, thick, long and perfectly smooth. It hung down at least 8 inches, was 2 inches thick, and had the most enormous purple head; and it was still limp! His huge balls hung majestically below it. It was truly the most beautiful cock that I had ever seen! My pussy quivered in anticipation! He took a half step forward, and dropped the head of his giant cock into my open mouth. I held my mouth open, letting him dip his limp cock in and out of my hungry lips.. My saliva glistened on his thick brown shaft, making it wet and shiny, and even more attractive. Finally, I couldn’t take it any more, I wanted to see it hard, so I took his limp rod in my hands and stuffed as much of it as I could into my mouth and throat. I held his cock with both hands, and there was still plenty of it left to suck! I ran my lips down his soft shaft so that I could lick his balls. I tried to put one in my mouth, but it was the size of a door knob. Instead, I fondled both of them while my mouth worked his rod. His cock stayed limp. I knew that if I wanted to feel those big balls slapping up against my ass, I was going to have to find a way to make it hard. I wanted it so badly now that nothing else mattered. Tim was watching me but I didn’t care, all I could think about was good his big thick cock was going to feel. I was prepared to do anything to get his cock in me! I slid my wet lips up and down his shaft an began moaning “I love your cock! It’s soooo big! I’ve never seen such a big cock before!!” It was working! The dirty talk was getting him off. I could feel his beautiful tool start to grow. I continued, “I felt you getting me ready with your tongue.” “Did you like the taste of my little pink pussy?” “The feeling of your tongue in my tight little cunt made me so wet!” “I’m ready for that big black cock now!” His cock grew and grew. I could feel the blood pulsating through it. It was enormous, and it was almost ready. I stroked his shaft as I continued. “I need to feel your big black cock in my tiny little white cunt!” “Oh god! I’m so fucking wet just thinking about it!” I want you to put every inch of your great big dick in my tight little pussy!!” He was finally ready!! He took me, positioned me on the couch in front of him and spread my legs wide. I had made myself unbelievably hot with all that dirty talk. Juice dribbled out of my cunt and down the crack of my ass. My clit was sticking way out past it’s shroud and it was throbbing. I was ready. I looked him square in the eye. “Fuck me slowly.” I commanded. “I want to enjoy every inch of your big beautiful cock!” The moment had finally come. Even in my most sordid fantasies I had never dreamt of doing something like this. But I tasted his cock and I loved it! I needed to feel it in me. Right here in front of my husband, right now. There was no turning back. I was acting like a desperate little whore. My Legs were spread wide, my wispy blonde pubic hair was matted against my belly from my own juices, and I was begging for a black man’s cock! It was so wrong, it was so dirty; it was so hot! He pushed on the insides of my thighs, spread my legs apart and moved in. I held my breath and watched. When the engorged head of his great cock reached my waiting pussy lips, my ass bucked uncontrollably. “AHHHHH!” I exhaled sharply. He slid the giant head up between my swollen pussy lips and pushed it sharply into my clit. My body spasmed and shook. He held his cock firmly against my clit. “Oh my god! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming!!!! ” I shouted. Waves of ecstacy shot through me. My feet shook and all my muscles contracted. I grabbed his mighty prick in both hands and frigged my swollen clit with it. “Ohhhh! Fuuuuck!! I shouted as I jerked myself off to the most incredibly orgasm!! Afraid of the Dark I could feel his cock swell even larger as he watched me get off. “Damn, bitch!!” He exclaimed. “You really do love my big black cock don’t you?” I was so embarrassed to cum on his cock without it even entering me. “Yes.” I weakly replied. “Say it!” He commanded. “I love your big black cock.” I said softly. “Louder!” He barked. “I LOVE YOUR BIG BLACK COCK!!” I shouted as I continued to massage my swollen labia with his stiff tool. I was hot and ready to go all over again. “It feels so good against my naughty little cunt, doesn’t it?” He just grunted, like the savage I wanted him to be. “Can you feel how wet my pussy is?” “ Use my cunt! Use it!!!” I rubbed his cock up and down between my engorged cunt lips. My juices flowed uncontrollably, soaking the head of his giant cock. “I want you to stick your big cock in it an fuck it as hard as you can. I want you to feel my tight little pussy wrapped around your big, beautiful cock! You’re going to love my tight pussy as much as I love your big cock! Go ahead, use it!!” I spread my legs as wide as I could, and positioned his big purple cock head at my tight little opening. “Use It!” I ordered. It was so big, I was afraid it was going to hurt! I could stop myself though, and began to move my hips, working his cock around my tiny little hole. His cock rubbed against my tight little opening, slowly loosening it. It was getting hotter and wetter. He didn’t rush it, he waited until I was ready. Then finally, he shifted his weight and gently pushed, I released my grip on his massive tool and guided it towards my hungry hole. I squealed as my pussy lips opened and the head of his monster cock disappeared into my juicy cunt. “OOOOOHHHHH! FUUUUUUCK!” I moaned as his hot meat slid in. He slowly drew it back, and then pushed again. My pussy juice coated his thick, stiff shaft. First one inch, and then another, and another. I could feel it working it’s way deeper and deeper into my cunt. Slowly and surely he was going to get his entire cock into my pussy. “Ohhhh!” I screamed, my hands gripping tightly on the couch pads. I looked over and saw Tim holding his own cock in his hand. He was as hard as a rock, obviously enjoying the scene in front of him. I was overcome with the need to share my experience with Tim. “He’s fucking me!! He’s fucking me real good!!” Tim stroked himself harder and faster as I continued. “He’s fucking my tight little cunt with his great big cock!!” Playing the dirty little slut role was making me hotter than hell. I was the epitome of the innocent little white girl turned wild by a big black cock. “I love his cock!!” I proclaimed proudly. “I love it!” “I love it!” “I love it!” I chanted to the rhythm of Richards cock fucking me. Ohhhh, it feels soooo fucking goooood in me!!!!” Seven inches of his huge rod was now driving in and out of my juicy cunt. I could feel it hitting against the back of my vagina. I let out a sharp, loud “AHH!” every time his cock hit the back of my pussy. He made sure to pull the head all the way out on every stroke, so he could enjoy the sensation of his big knob penetrating my tight little hole. Then he reached around and grabbed my ass cheeks in both hands. He pushed his cock to the back of my pussy and just kept pushing. I relaxed my uterine muscles and the remaining three inches of his cock slid in deep into my womb. He pushed until his balls slapped up against my ass. I was so excited my body shook wildly. I had never had a cock that deep inside me before! Every last bit of his massive 10 inch cock was in my tight little pussy! He reached up and grabbed my tits in each hand, and squeezed them like handles. “Now I’m going to show you what it’s like to be fucked by the master!” He proclaimed. He began pumping his big cock all the way in and out of my little pussy, harder and harder, faster and faster, his big balls slapping furiously against my ass. My head was reeling. I couldn’t control myself anymore. “Fuck me master! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” His big cock was making me wild. “FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG BEAUTIFUL COCK!” “I’M YOUR COCK SLAVE, MASTER!!!” I’M YOUR LITTLE FUCKING WHORE!” I shouted. “FUCK MY DIRTY LITTLE CUNT!!! OHHHH! FUCK IT GOOOOD!!!” I could feel his cock swelling inside me. He was fucking me as hard and as deep as he could, and I was loving it! I don’t think he had ever fucked anyone who loved his cock as much as I did, and it was driving him wild. I could tell he was about to explode. I reached up, pulled his head toward mine, held him tightly and moaned in his ear .... “Ohhhhh! You’re fucking me soooo gooood!!!” “I love your cock!!” “No one has ever fucked me like this before!” “Your cock is sooooo big!” “ Cum on my pussy! I want to see your great big cock cum all over my burning little pussy!!” He “couldn’t hold back any more. My filthy moaning was too much for him! He pulled his cock out of my pussy, pointed it, and shot a hot wad of cum directly onto my swollen labia. The first blast of cum slammed directly into my stiff clit, causing my feet to spasm uncontrollably. He kept pumping his hot cum directly onto my swollen clit, every blast bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. A trail of his warm jism dribbled down into my wide open vagina. “OH GOD! I’M GOING TO CUM!!!” I shouted. “PUT IT BACK IN!!” “ FUCK ME SOME MORE!!” “ LET ME CUM ON YOUR GREAT BIG COCK!!” “ OHHHHH!! MAKE ME CUUUUUMMMMMM!!!!” His cock was still as hard as a rock. I spread my legs as far as I could for him. He placed the big purple head of his magnificent cock between my wet pussy lips. I could feel it throbbing as it pushed against my tight little hole. My cunt slowly opened, welcoming the thick shaft of his great cock He parted my swollen pussy lips and pushed his cock into my sloppy, freshly fucked cunt. As soon as the giant head of his still throbbing cock entered my hot little hole, my feet started shaking. The shaking moved upward through my entire body. My ass bucked uncontrollably, causing the head of his cock to massage the deepest crevasses of my hungry cunt. It felt wonderful! The feeling of his thick, warm cock filling my tiny little pussy was too much to handle. My body shook and spasmed, loving every second of being impaled on his gigantic cock! I pulled him towards me, until all of his magnificent 10 inch rod was buried deep inside me again. His giant balls slapped up against my ass. “UNGHHHHH!!!, UNGHHHHH! UNGHHHHH!” I moaned as his giant cock twitched deep inside me. Just as I was ready to let go, I felt his balls tighten up! My pussy was so tight, it was causing him to cum again!! He grabbed my ass cheeks and pushed his cock as deeply into me as he could and held it there. He grunted ferociously as another load of hot cum exploded from his cock. The feeling of his big pulsating cock pumping a hot sticky load inside my cunt was too much. My throaty moans turned to wild howls. I lost all control and started cumming on his beautiful cock!! “WOOOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOO! WOOOOOOO!” I screamed as every last muscle in my pussy uncontrollably contracted around his pulsating cock, milking every last precious drop of jism from his enormous rod. Afraid of Women Until... WARNING: Has fairytale elements and possibly unAmerican-like humor. ONE The popularity of Kevin MacLeod virtually went from zero to heaps in 48 hours. Lean and lanky, with teenager pimples on his 24-year-old face virtually devoid of character, eyes of near translucent blue and a flaring red nose and thin, turned down at the corner lips, the word 'unattractive' rather understated his woeful appearance. "A carcass ready for the mortuary," one young upset English woman was heard to remark in the wake of Kevin's sudden popularity. She was bitter, Kevin not allowing her within an arm's length of his penis. The result was a nickname, 'Corpus Kevie.' The arrival through the window of a hairless (below the neck) female dressed in a flimsy nightdress, panting after a risky climb, would be expected to raise the pulse rate and penis of any man under the age of, say, 99, but did nothing but panic Corpus Kevie. He shrunk away from her, greatly embarrassed and said, "Go away, I'm calling security." Such a reception could break any girl's heart, and so that woman returned to France, heartbroken Security, of course, was hard-pressed to counter the numerous ways women of all ages were trying to get to Kevin after loose-lip female staff of Castle MacLeod had fed the rumor mill. Women far and near plugged into the grapevine went for Kevin. The race was on to claim his virginity, the intention being to thereby retain his attention. That makes sense as normally when you fuck somebody that person stays with you for a while, unless it was an oppotunist one-nighter. So far no enterprising males were in the quest, trying for an all-male tryst. The women would have been uncompetitive in comparison because of the greater aggression of men and their superior brain power would have allowed them to deviously penetrate the defenses at Castle MacLeod with greater success. So, why this interest in a Scottish dick with a limp wrist now referred to as Corpus Kevie? His grandfather in New York had died, leaving Kevin US$7,000,105. Yes, quite, US$100,105 had been advanced to him to get himself to a particular Presbyterian church in Manhattan. The catch was he would find his fortune waiting outside only if emerging on the arm of his lawfully wedded spouse. Interestingly an opening existed for a male final touchdown because the will definitely stated 'spouse' not wife, and same-sex marriages are now being performed in some churches. Fortunately for uptight readers it can be revealed same-sex sex was not permitted to mar Kevin's rehabilitation. An elderly and trusted butler at Castle MacLeod tipped off Kevin about the possibility of an all-male union, when presenting his tip to Kevin. The shocked young heir kicked-butted the butler and fled under the cover darkness. He caught the night mail train to Oban, the weekly cattle boat to Liverpool and sailed on the tide to New York. Grandfather MacLeod, widely known as MacDork by Manhattan's finest – high society women that is – knew of his grandson's confounding weakness: Gynophobia – the fear of women. MacDork could not imagine anyone having such an affliction and had his will written in the hope that greed for the fortune would bring his grandson into the arms of a woman and thereby increase the possibility of a son or sons arriving to strengthen the family tree. Fortunately for Kevin he could sit next to a woman as he did on occasions; gynophobia only struck him dumb, turning him into a quivering mass of jelly held together by bones when touched by a woman. The body learns to protect itself, hence the grotesque development of his appearance. TWO Kevin went Upstate New York and signed into a hospital run by a Doctor Judy Barrett. Doctor Barrett took on Kevin's case herself as it was so unique. She found she could touch him providing she wore rubber gloves, which raised the possibility of Kevin being able to have sexual union if he wore a rubber suit plus a condom. She decided she'd try out that theory in due course for intercourse. The blacklisted and deregistered surgeon found Kevin had learned about her clinic on a disused web site abandoned after her succession of terrible surgical failures when suffering from drug addiction. Kevin said he had $15,000 to spend and Doctor Barrett said providing he slept in the stables, thereby not occupying a valuable bed in the air conditioned suites, she would feed him and do all the operations Kevin required for that small amount of money which ordinarily would only get him a minor nose job. Kevin's attitude was providing she didn't kill him, he'd remain grateful of any improvement. Well, twenty-one weeks later he looked in the mirror and was amazed – his surgically-corrected mouth looked appealing, his reshaped nose was classical, his skin infection had been cleared and a diet of raw carrots and lightly steamed spinach had turned his translucent blue eyes cornflower blue. Very striking indeed. "What do you think, Kevie?" asked the 38-year-old seducer of men - and skilled surgeon when not drugged to the eye-balls. "Amazing!" "Is that all you can say?" "Very amazing." "Well, that's all I can do for you, darling, but here's a card for a sex therapist who is my youngest sister Matilda. She can help you completely overcome your gynophobia problem as she was a registered psychologist before taking up growing tulips. But I must prepare you for her because she's never had a virgin as a patient. "While I had you under anesthetic I discovered in tests what you experience deep aversion to a female when coming skin-on-skin. Therefore, to have my way with you all I have to do is to dress you in a body suit with a piece cut out at the crotch for the fitting of a condom." "A condom?" "A synthetic tube closed at one end, so when I lower myself on to your penis there won't be skin-on-skin contact. "You what?" "You're on a learning curve my boy. Just come to my apartment at 7:30 this evening. You'll leave it a man." "Really? And what will that leave you?" "Released, but not full of cum, unfortunately." "Released?" "Try not to be so trying, Kevin." The sex was very unsatisfactory, so remains unreported. However the Good Doctor nodded with satisfaction when she got Kevin out of his body suit, took off the face mask and his gloves off and then masturbated him. Although he shrunk away from her hand contract and was terrified with her tongue invading his mouth he was delighted to find he had no skin-on-skin aversion – just acute shyness. Dr Barrett was over the moon: she now had an article to write for the Medical Journal which might lead to her reinstatement. It was love at first sight when Kevin saw the charming Matilda Barrett, dressed in red, standing in the middle of a 35 acre block of red tulips doing an ancient Morris Dance. Although she was dressed in tulip red, he was able to spot her by using his superior intelligence, finding she stood higher than the tulips. For twenty-one weeks the fair Matilda worked on Kevie as she preferred calling him, talking to him, stroking his flesh and performing rituals handed down from one generation of psychologists to the next for more than 10,000 years. At the end of twenty-one weeks Matilda snapped her fingers and intoned, "Kevie, heal thyself and emerge from your deep sleep." He awoke, cured of shyness and natural indisposition to women socially. He wondered where those twenty-one weeks had gone. "Gawd, Matilda, you are stunning. Marry me?" "When?" "Today hopefully." "Where?" "At a Presbyterian Church on Manhattan Island." "I can't," sobbed Matilda. "Why not?" "I'm Catholic." "Goodbye, dear Matilda, said Kevie, handing her the $15,000 fee plus a $105 tip. "Goodbye, dear Kevie," wept Matilda, handing him a card to O'Connor's Gym on Manhattan Island. It's difficult to write how a young man cleared of gynophobia feels, so that will be avoided. Suffice to say Kevie, as he now called himself, felt good. No longer did the young Scot cower in the presence of females, automatically believing they were better looking than he was, were his intellectual superior, multi-tasked unbelievably, smelt awfully and were altogether rounded off in an over-powering way. Quickly the new Kevie learned why they did not speak infinitely better by rounding their vowels majestically as that tended to display bad teeth, and that their word-power although theoretically awesome, was never put to maximum use when trying to communicate with males. Further, almost all had a bad habit of finishing off sentences which made it difficult to understand them clearly and most thwarted greater understanding by speaking in long sentences. Usually. Kevie headed for O'Connor's gym. Matilda had said something about catching a greyhound but he couldn't find any so caught a bus going downstate and arrived on Manhattan wondering why it was necessary for some of the buildings to be so tall; to improve water pressure perhaps? O'Connor's gym used to be in the disused granite quarry, but it had long being demolished, explained the pretty receptionist. "As the sign says we are now O'Connor's Yoga and Pilates Centre." Upset, Kevie unleashed a barrage of Gaelic curses. "Oh, we have upset a skinny foul-mouth Scottish laddie have we?" said old Mr O'Connor. He being of Celtic origin replied in Gaelic which, translated, had him saying, "You can't have a gym these days you ignorant Scottish git, one has to move with the fucking times." The receptionist clapped her hands in delight, hearing Mr O'Connor's native tongue flowing so elegantly. Kevie looked menacing – he was no git and knew it. A dick perhaps, but not a git. "Punch me boyo, and my granddaughter Kate will bounce out and deal with you." "Did you want me Athair mór?" For Kevie watching the tall body-beatuful young women walking towards them, it was love a first sight. "Are you Catholic?" "No." "Would you marry in a Presbyterian Church?" "Theoretically I could but I'm not the marrying kind. Now, shove off, we don't do consumer surveys unless we're offered big money." "I can offer big money." "Not enough for me, now fuck off before I call on my Athair mór to throw you out." "Is your Athair mór you security guy built like a brick house?" "It's what I call my grandfather, you Mac-Dick. Don't you ignorant Scots know anything and why haven't you got red hair? Are you genuine, and what an awful body you have - are you gay?" A rush of red erupted within Kevie. "Now look here you bitch, don't defame gays with that foul mouth of yours; we have to learn to live with them." " I'm not living with gays." "Me neither, or is it either?" "Don't know, at least we've got that in common," she said. "Can I have membership?" asked Kevie, gazing at her delightfully sculptured breasts. "It's my superior soirts bra, so don't get your hopes up," she said, noticing the direction of his gaze and huge smile. "Why didn't you say you wanted membership, Athair mór and I would have been much nicer to you?" "I've just been cured of gynophobia and am a recent immigrant to the Big Orange." "It's Big Apple, but only tourists, publicists and word-deficient journalists use that term – natives call it New York, Manhattan or Centre of the Universe. "Anyway, that's irrelevant. Nobody can be cured of gynophobia." "I was, by Matilda." Kate looked at Kevie keenly. "That wouldn't be Matilda Barrett, would it now? "Yes." "And you took the full treatment of 21-week under hypnosis?" "That's the one." "Then you're are cured. Omigod it also means you haven't had sex for 21 weeks - or have you had it after leaving Matilda's clinic?" "Is this a consumer research survey, I don't answer such unless generously rewarded?" Kate waved the boggling her Athair mór and receptionist away. "Answer the question." "No, I've only had sex once in my life and that was 22 weeks ago." Kevie caught Kate as she fainted. She smelt so lovely – perfume and sweat and something else he couldn't quite identify. Her curves fitted so snugly against him and her softness was slowly bringing him to a boil; something strange was happening to his body. "Put her down on the sofa, and don't interfere with her," said the receptionist sharply. Kevie looked at her intently. "I wouldn't do that – she is an amazingly sculpture piece of divine beauty – absolutely priceless." "Ohmigod," said the receptionist, turning red and racing off to the restroom clutching her crotch. Kevie kissed Kate awake. She smiled and then frowned, warning him not to do that because her body was her temple, not to be touched by males unless on St Patrick's Day. "Will you work with me for twenty-one weeks, to build me a body befitting to a man of substance?" "That will cost $15,000 including lodgings." "That's fine, and as we work together I will work to persuade you to allow me to enter your temple." "Ohmigod," screamed Kate, leaping up and racing off to the restroom clutching her crotch. The receptionist returned with a slightly smug look on her face, telling Kevie he was good, very good. "Good at what?" "Bringing a girl to an instant climax with those eyes of yours when talking sweetly to her." "Bullshit." "That's not talking sweetly. Could you talk sweetly to me again but this time longer and more intensely. But wait, I'll run off and fetch a towel." Kate had returned and overheard the receptionist. "Megan – hands off, he's mine." THREE Twenty six weeks later Kate and Kevie were married in the Midtown Presbyterian Church of Scotland, built by Kevie's grandfather. It was a society wedding, with all MacDork's ex-women lining one side and current members of O'Connor's Yoga and Pilate Centre filling the bride's side of the church. MacDork's law firm representatives were in the bridal party as witnesses. Kate and Kevie had been living together for those twenty-six weeks – apart from the forty-eight hours prior to the ceremony; that separation was necessary because Kate wanted to wear white. The dress covered her temple so beautifully that all the women and gay men at the service cried. Oh, Kevie cried too. At the time of proposing marriage, Kevie had told Kate about the underpinning reason for wanting to wed her She'd thought some money would be useful. Mrs and Mr O'Connor-MacLeod emerged from the church and walked to the limousine waiting to take them to JFK where they would change before boarding their aircraft. An armor car carrying a million bucks honeymoon spending money waited to follow the limo. In the way that besotted brides do, Kate turned her back on the guests and threw the flowers over her head; they were caught by her surprised Athair mór who was immediately surrounded by the more aggressive of MacDork's ex-women. It had been a lovely reverse wedding. Everyone was happy and partly or well inebriated as the wedding breakfast had been that – a wedding breakfast – and was held before the wedding which appealed to the Irish but it was done that way for convenience as the minister would not conduct marriages before mid-morning. So, guests attended the reception where the cake was cut and then the wedding service began at 10:00. All this was because of Kate; she'd thought it would be romantic to fly to Scotland and have the wedding night at Castle MacLeod. All good stories have a happy ending, apparently. Next morning she whispered into her husband's ear they were six weeks' pregnant. THE END Afraid to Get Married A big 'Thank You' goes out to my editor 'Techsan' who is always there for me. * As I rolled off her soft warm body I thought what a beautiful and wonderful woman she was. Tender, sweet and everything a man could possibly ask for in a woman. I laid my hand back on her breast and kissed her softly. She turned on her side and pushed her butt up against my now flaccid member. I put my arms around her and we simply cuddled. I loved this women with all my heart and all my soul. Looking back over my twenty-five years of life, there was no one that could hold a candle to Candy. That's right, her name was Candy and she could literally melt in my mouth. We lay there for about another half hour before she had to get up and go home. We both had our own apartments in the same neighborhood but in different buildings. We were both single and never married. She was college educated and I went though a trade school program and had my own construction firm. We have been going together for almost a year. So what was the problem? I was afraid to marry her. I knew she would say yes because we talked about it many times. I knew it was time to talk about it again. We both showered and as she was leaving my apartment we agreed to dinner the next evening and I told her we could discuss the future. After she left I began thinking about her. In fact, when I wasn't working I spent every waking hour thinking about her. In my mind she was the perfect woman, almost. Why almost? We both had a life before we met. For me it was pretty wild. I had sex with just about any woman who was willing, and I do have to admit that there were a lot. Of course I thought I loved a few of them and others thought they love me. After dating them a while the sex was good but it had a tendency to lose its flair. I will admit I tried just about everything. Hell, I was a young single guy who loved sex. I did have a few rules. No married women. If I found out they were married, I broke off the relationship, no matter how good the sex was. I wasn't going to be the cause of anyone's divorce.. My parents were divorced and I knew how hard it is on the kids. It's just something you have to live with. I always used protection, well almost always. If I was in a relationship for awhile and the woman was on the pill, then I would go bareback. It just felt so much better. I have been going bareback with Candy for months now. I never led a woman on. I wouldn't tell them I loved them just to get into their pants. Love had nothing to do with it. Blood flow was my problem. The blood flowed to my dick and got it hard and I needed to release the contents. That was it. I went to a number of parties that were pretty wild. Shared chicks, group sex, I did it all. Funny that drugs and booze seemed to cause a lot of it. I never did drugs. I was smarter than that. Booze was another story. I could drink with the best of them. Beer, mixed drinks, spiked punch, I drank it all. I always had enough sense to remember the condom and know my drinking limitations. I never woke up wondering who I had slept with. I'm here to tell you that most any woman's inhibitions will be reduced if she drinks or takes drugs. I don't care what any damn doctors tell you. If a woman goes out with me and she gets stoned, I guarantee my chances of getting into her pants have greatly increased. Even if she is somewhat drunk my, chances have increased considerably. It's just a fact of life. I picked up Candy the next evening and we went out for a nice dinner. She looked great. Of course she would look great in a pair of jeans and a tee shirt but tonight she had on a black mini skirt and red silk blouse. The way she was dressed could only be described as the fuck me look. Anyone who looked at her would have to say, "fuck me." We sat down and she asked for a glass of wine. I got a beer. God, she looked like an angel. So perfect I almost wanted to cry looking at her. As we were eating I told her how beautiful she looked and how I could hardly wait to make love to her. She asked me if I thought I was going to get lucky tonight since I had gotten so lucky the last two days in a row as she smiled at me. I said, "I sure hope so. I feel as though an evening without making love to you is an evening lost." I knew it made her smile. I loved it when she smiled. Then she came out with the fatal question. "Jim, why won't you marry me? You know how much I love you and you can feel that love every night if we got married. What is it about me that turns you off?" "Turns me off? What kind of a stupid question is that. I never in my entire life have loved anyone the way I love you. I would die for you in a second. Don't you ever say I don't love you. Right now you are my life and I'm on pins and needles hoping I don't lose you." "God, Jim, what am I missing here? If I love you with all my heart, and you say you love me the same, then what is the problem?" "Well, there a couple of things. I'm paranoid and can't help it. I know that we both had sexual relations before we met. We both agreed never to bring our ex-sexual partners up. But you're so damn beautiful that every time I see you talking with an old friend or acquaintance I am always asking myself if he was one of them? I have a real jealousy issue. I worry about losing you to an ex-lover." "I don't know whether to be happy or aggravated about your feelings toward me. Jim, I love you and only you. I don't want to sleep with any old ex-boyfriends. I only want to make love to you. Can't you understand that? What's your other hangup?" "Your work situation. You're a legal secretary in a large office with lots of lawyers and judges running around. I'll bet a day doesn't go by when someone hits on you. Am I right? It would only take one yes from you and I will have lost you." "Why do you feel this way? Have I ever led you to believe that I want someone else? What has caused you to be such a pessimist and always expect the worst? And to answer your Question, the answer to whether I get hit on is yes, just about every day of my life. I would think you would be proud to have a girlfriend and hopefully wife that people found attractive. I can handle it. I've handled it my whole life." "I love that you are so attractive. I guess I'm insecure with myself. I wish I wasn't but I am. I think I have to tell you a little more about my past and maybe it will help you understand. Why don't we go over to your place and I'll do my best to explain it to you" "I think you just want to make love tonight but I'm willing as long as we talk some of this pessimism out of you." We went to Candy's apartment and I poured us both a glass of wine while she changed into something more comfortable.. She came out in a pair of baby doll pajamas. Damn, what a woman. We sat on the sofa and I began to explain some of my past. "It all began when I was just a kid. My parents got divorced. My mom was caught making it with her boss. My dad was a no nonsense type guy. He asked for a divorce and mom didn't even try fighting it. She told me that she just fell out of love with my dad." "I have two sisters, you met them both. They have both been divorced. My oldest sister caught her husband putting the make on his secretary. After they were divorced, he married his secretary and is already divorced again. My sister really loved him. She never thought he would cheat on her but he did. It was over a year before she started dating again. Hopefully she can find the right man this time." "My youngest sister made the mistake of going out with the girls and drinking a little to much. Her husband came home from work and found her in the arms of an old boyfriend. To this day, my sister says she doesn't know why she did it. She loved her husband but for some reason she cheated on him. She regrets it to this day but it's too late. The damage is done." "Jim, that's your family. That's not you and it sure isn't me. Just because they didn't make it doesn't mean we can't." "Candy, you know how they say once a cheater, always a cheater? I wonder if the same applies to sex. Once you tasted the sexual excitement out there which we both have, will it be enough to be monogamous with me.? Will I be enough for you in the years to come? Will you have the same desires for me ten years from now as you have now? I know it sounds stupid but that's a lot of what I'm feeling." "Doesn't that work both ways, Jim? Do you feel you may want your old girlfriends or multiple partners as you told me you have had. Will I be enough to quench your sexual desires in the future? Do you want to put the rest of our life on hold waiting for me to make a mistake so you can say I told you so? Let me tell you one thing. Right now I love you as much as a woman can love her man. Do I know that it will last forever? Hell, no, I don't! I'm not a psychic but I know two people have to put into a relationship in order to get anything out of it. That's where the trust comes in. If you don't feel you can trust me, then we don't stand a chance." "God, you're not only beautiful but you seem to be so aware, so smart. I wish I had half the optimism that you have. And to answer your question, if any of my old bed mates came up to me for sex, I could turn them down in a second if I knew I had you waiting for me. You see, they were all sexual partners. But with you it's sexual love. I think I could honestly say no to any woman as long as I knew you were there for me. I truly believe it. I feel I love you that much." "Then why do you feel my love for you is so much different? What makes you think I would just jump in the arms of another man?" "I guess it's our backgrounds. I might run across a few lonely housewifes or a waitress or two in my construction business. I don't care to go to the bars anymore since I know I have you to hopefully come home to. I have no interest in picking up women anymore. You on the other hand, dress like a knockout everyday and get hit on by lawyers and judges and clients. You are asked to spend nights at times away from home. So the opportunity for other men to hit on you is always present. I have to say that really bothers me." "Well, honey, you gave me a few things to think about. Only so I can try and put your mind at ease. That's enough talk for tonight. Do you think you have enough optimism left in you to make love to me tonight or should I phone a friend?" she laughed. "That wasn't all that funny, Candy. I really do worry about those things but for tonight I think I have everything well under control." As we walked to the bedroom I slipped off my shirt and removed my trousers. I climbed upon the bed and started kissing her. Then we started in on the hot stuff. I began kind of rubbing her all over, lifting up her pajama top and kissing her breasts. Then she became playful and wanted to wrestle. She jumped up and sat on my chest, with her pussy just inches from my face. I could smell her sex as she scooted forward. She was holding my arms down above my head while she moved her pussy over my face. I could have thrown her off in a second but why would I want to? I acted like I was pinned down as she slipped her mound over my mouth. She reached down pulling her pajama bottoms to one side so I could press my lips against the skin of her vagina. I licked and kiss it for the next minute or so. Then I easily rolled her onto her back with my face buried deep between her legs. It was time to use the tongue. It always got to her. When I knew she was ready for a mini-climax I backed away. She looked at me. She knew what I wanted. We've done it many times before. As I looked at her sweating beneath me I said. "Talk dirty for me, you know I love it." "Oh, Jim, fuck me baby, put your cock into me, you know I want it. Please, baby, don't make me wait, I want you so bad. Just stick it in me." I removed her pajama bottoms and slowly slid my cock into her. "Keep talking, baby, I want more talk." "Oh, fuck, baby, it feels so good, please give me more. Stick it all the way in. Oh, God, yes, yes, that's it, baby, harder, harder. Cum in me baby, coat my insides with your juices. That's it, that's it baby, I can feel you ready to shoot your load in me. Come for mommy, come on, cum for mommy. Oh, God, I can feel it, shoot it all in me baby, give it all to me." I came with everything I had. Damn, she was the best. After coming she turned on her side, put her arms around me and said, "I love you, Jim. There will never be anyone else unless you push me away." Then with her arms around me, she fell asleep. I laid there a few minutes and realized what she had said. "Unless you push me away." I was afraid that's what I was doing - pushing her away. In one sense I loved her for exactly who she was. But in another I wanted her to change so I would feel more secure. God, what was the answer to my dilemma. I better figure it out soon. This was one angel I didn't want to lose. We got up the next morning - yes, I spent the night and yes, we did it again during the night. After getting up we took turns cleaning up. Thank God it was the weekend. It gave us time to spend together and maybe come up with a few more answers to my dilemma. The phone rang and Candy answered it. I could only hear one side of the conversation but it didn't sound good. "Sunday. . . three days. . . Columbus. . . yes, sir. . . I understand. . . I'll be ready. . ." She hung up the phone and looked at me. I spoke first, "You have to go away for three days to Columbus on business, don't you?" "Yes, we have a trial going on there and it's to far to drive back and forth each day so we will be staying at the Holiday Inn for a few nights. We will be leaving Sunday night so we will be fresh Monday morning for the trial. Hopefully it will end by Tuesday evening and we will be back sometime Wednesday. I won't be able to see you till Wednesday at the earliest. When I get there, I'll call you and give you my room and phone number so you can get hold of me." I just put my head down. She knew this was one of my worst fears in losing her. I might just be paranoid but that was the way I felt. If I wasn't able to change then I knew I would probably lose her. I just felt it. No woman no matter how nice would put up with my behavior for ever. "Honey, it's alright. Nothing is going to happen. It's just part of my job. I'm not anyone's sex toy but yours. I'm a paralegal and damn good at it. If anyone tries anything with me, they know that I know the law too an am capable of suing them. Please honey, you just have to learn to trust me. I love you with all my heart but I can't feel guilty every time I have to do my job. Now let's enjoy the weekend and forget about work for now." I knew she was right. She has been wonderful ever since I met her. I was remembering our first time making love. I met her at the lawyers' office. I had some dealings with them on a construction job. Every time I would go into the office I saw Candy in her office. She was one of those gals that you can't help staring at. Finally one day while waiting for my paper work, I walked into her office, looked at her and said, "I think I love you, will you go out with me.?" then I smiled at her. I remember she burst out laughing and said, "Wow, that's the first time I heard that approach before." Then she held out her hand and said, "Candy Miller, glad to meet you, Jim." "How do you know my name? I just met you." "Well, it just so happens I watched you every time you walked in, and thought that I might like to get to know you better. So the answer to your question is: Yes, I will go out with you. You can call me either Friday or Saturday and let me know where you would like to go." My lawyer came back and gave me my papers and I said my goodbyes to Candy and told her I would call her later. I couldn't believe it. She said yes. I called and made reservations at one of the nicest restaurants in town for Friday night. I checked to see if anything was playing at the local theaters that she might want to see. Then I called her right back. I couldn't wait for three day to get her answer. When she answered the phone her voice sounded so nice. "Candy Miller here, how may I help you?" "By saying yes to dinner Friday at Robson's and then a movie of your choice." "My God, Jim, you've only been gone an hour. What did you do, rush out of here and start making reservations?" "Yep, that's exactly what I did. I didn't want to pass up my once-in-a-lifetime chance with the woman of my dreams. So, is it still a yes?" "Yes, it's a yes, and as for the movie see if there are any tickets available at the playhouse. I've been wanting to see that play. If it's alright with you?" "Anything for my dream date. I'll see you Friday at 7:00 if that's okay." "That's fine. Let me give you my address. You can pick me up at my apartment." That was our first date. She let me kiss her but I didn't even attempt anything more. We talked about our pasts but never gave names. We discussed our likes and dislikes. We had so much in common. She was my dream girl. We had such a good time I asked her if she was still free on Saturday since she gave me a choice of days. She said she was just going shopping on Saturday but I was welcome to come along. I can't believe I said yes to going shopping but I wanted to be with her so bad that I agreed. We had a great time. She even modeled a few things for me. I never remembered shopping being that much fun. We ate a light snack in the mall and then went for a drive and talked some more. We did talk about sex and after dating for about a month she asked me up to her apartment and we made love for the first time. I have been totally infatuated or in love with her ever since. So I guess I felt like the guy at the top of the mountain and was afraid of falling off. I really wanted to change but how do I do it? I thought about bugging her purse and listening to her conversations. But that would mean I didn't trust her and if she found out it would probably be all over. I thought about going to Columbus myself. Take a few days off and kind of follow her around. Again that would show my distrust. Then it occurred to me. I really didn't understand women well enough. I needed someone I totally trusted to explain the situation to me. That's what I decided to do. Early on Sunday afternoon we had a great round of sex. We made love a couple of times. I told her I didn't even want her thinking about sex for the next three days and I was going to make sure she had her fill. At least till she returned Wednesday. Sunday evening I kissed her goodbye. She knew I was worried but told me to trust her. So me and my flaccid dick went home. I had a lot of construction work to keep me busy. It helped me keep my mind off Candy for awhile. After work on Monday night I decided to go visit the person that I trusted to explain my sexual situation to. I knocked on the door. The big burly doorman opened it and asked me what I wanted? I asked to speak to Madame Eloise. He asked me if she was expecting me. I told him no but if he would please tell her Jim Jones would like to speak with her. Madame Eloise of course was a Madam with a number of cat houses or houses of prostitution all over the state. She started out as a prostitute to work her way through college. That was many years ago. Today besides owning her businesses she has a PHD in Psychology. If anyone knew something about people it would be Madame Eloise. I met her through the construction business. I did the complete remodeling of the outside of some of her establishments. A few of my employees returned some of their paychecks to Madame Eloise for services rendered. I never have paid for it but I do have to say she had some of the best looking women in the business. No streetwalkers and all her girls had weekly checkups. Her gals made big money. Unfortunately she had a number of married women who worked for her as well. That, I thought, was sad but they were there by choice, some for the money and others for the excitement. Afraid to Get Married As I entered the hallway I could see Madame Eloise coming down the stairs. She greeted me like you would an old friend. We did become good friends in the months I spent remodeling her place. As she came up to me she held out her hand and I kissed it as a proper greeting. I knew that was what she expected. She asked me what she could do for me? She knew I didn't pay for the ladies. I mentioned that I was in love and was having a problem with my own jealousy and trust and wondered if she could talk with me and maybe help me with my problem. She said, "Of course, but my advice isn't free. Are you willing to pay for it - the advice, I mean," as she smiled. I told her of course but asked if we could meet right away? I did need the help as soon as possible. She led me into a large room which looked like a psychiatrist office and had me sit on the couch while she sat in a large chair next to me. I asked her if she was going to take notes and she said there was no need. She had a really great memory. I started in by telling her how I met Candy and how much she meant to me and how I was afraid that she might find someone else. I told her about my family and all the divorces. She told me she could see where all the paranoia was coming from. She agreed with Candy that each person makes their own life. By spending time on other peoples past, I was hurting my own future. If I really believed she loved me like I had been saying, then I should act on it. There are no future guarantees in any marriage. All any of us can do was put our best foot forward and keep it there. Madame Eloise said that it takes work to make a marriage work. It takes two people fully committed to it. They would each need to do whatever is necessary to do and help their partner out. Always and I mean always put your partner first before yourself. If both partners do that, then you will have a very happy relationship. She told me to stop worrying about the past or what might happen in the future. I should follow my heart and do what I know is right. Don't worry about what others think. Just put Candy first in my life and everything will work out fine. I asked her what if it doesn't work out. What then? She said, "You can't worry about the negatives. Think about the positives. If it doesn't work out, then it wasn't meant to be. But you can go through life with your head held high knowing you did your best. That's all anyone can do. By what you're telling me, this Candy girl sounds like Mrs. Right to me." "Remember just follow your heart. Something about women that you should know, most but not all women like sex but on a scale of one to ten it's about a five where men consider it around an eight or nine. That means in a happy relationship the woman won't be looking for other partners. I think your Candy falls into that good category. She sounds like a special woman." "Jim, something else I should mention to you. Don't tell her to talk dirty because you like it. That's what you tell a prostitute. If she talks dirty because she wants to, that's passion. Know the difference." I thanked her for her time and gave a big hug and paid her for her services. Before I left she looked at me and said, "Jim! Tomorrow's Valentine's Day. Follow your heart." She did tell me before I left that if I needed anything to call her. I walked out to my car and tried to think about what she was telling me. God, I won't even see her till Wednesday. What was I suppose to do? That evening Candy called me, telling me how much she missed me even though it was only one day. She said they would be done with their case on Tuesday but wouldn't be back until Wednesday and she would miss not being with me for Valentine's Day. I told her how much I loved her and would make it up to her. I then got her room and phone number. I asked her for her bosses room number also. She gave it to me but wondered why I wanted it. I told her in case I wasn't able to reach her I could try his room in case they were in a meeting. "Jim, honey I love you. There's nothing going on here." "Candy, I believe you and will never question you again. I just wanted the number. I totally trust you and hope you totally trust me." "I do trust you Jim. I really do. I'll call you tomorrow, sweetheart. I love you." Then I hung up and started to put my plan together. I was going to leave work early tomorrow and go to Columbus and see my sweetheart. It had to be a surprise. I decided I was going to propose to her. To hell with everyone else. It was going to be Valentine's Day and that's a day for lovers. I was going to do what Madame Eloise said and give it my all. I had about a two hour drive on Tuesday to get to Columbus. I went to the jewelers and picked out an engagement ring. I got cleaned up and headed to Columbus. Candy had just gotten out of court. There was her boss, two other male lawyers and Melissa, another paralegal. The two women were rooming together. Harold, her boss told them that since they won their big case he wanted to take them all out for dinner before retiring for the night. Everyone agreed except for Candy. She said she thought she would call her boyfriend and retire early. Harold said, "Just dinner, Candy. I promise you'll enjoy it. You'll be back in plenty of time to call your boyfriend. What's his name? Jim, isn't it? He's a contractor?" "Yes," Candy said, "I promised him I would call him tonight." "I promise you'll be back in plenty of time." Without waiting for an okay, they all got into a taxi and headed for the swankiest restaurant in the city. As they all walked in, they couldn't believe what a beautiful restaurant Harold chose. As the Matre-d approached Harold told them they had a table reserved for six. "Harold told them a friend of his made the reservations. You can't just walk in here and eat, it was always full and this was Valentines's day on top of it. The thought of Valentines day made Candy just a bit sad but she went along with the others. Bob asked if they were waiting for someone? Harold said, 'Of course he made our reservations. He should be here any minute." I walked through the door past the Matre-d who knew why I was there and I walked up to Candy's table. Her back was to me as I approached her. I then moved in front of her with everyone looking at me. She looked up quickly and said, "Jim, what are you doing here." Then in front of all her friends I asked her, "Candy, do you love me with all your heart and soul?" She looked slightly embarrassed and looked at all the people around her who were just staring at her. Then she said, "Of course I love you but what are you doing here?" I then knelt down on one knee and pulled out her ring and said, "Candy, on this Valentine's day, I am asking you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" She started crying and said, "I thought you'd never ask. Of course I will marry you," as she reached over and kissed me. Everyone at our table and at all the tables around us were applauding us. I got up and sat next to my future wife and said, "I love you, Candy Miller." She replied, "I love you too, Jimmy Jones." Candy looked at Harold with tears still in her eyes and said, "Did you know about this? Did you plan this?" Harold told her that I had called him the night before and asked if he would work with me on getting this night set up. He said he had the easy part of getting everyone to the restaurant and I did the rest. Candy asked me when I planned all this? I told her the truth, that I had planned it yesterday. She asked, "How could you get reservations at this restaurant yesterday?" I smiled and told her I had friends in high places. My friend in high places was Madame Eloise but they didn't need to know that. The pressure was off. We all ordered dinner and had drinks. I told Candy she could drink all she wanted because she would be in my room tonight. She turned beet red as everyone laughed. Well, That's how our engagement began. I proposed in front of her bosses. I wanted them to know that she was going to be my wife. I was going to follow through just like Madame Eloise told me. I was going to put everything I had into this marriage. Candy and I had agreed to love and honor each other, to always be truthful to one another and always keep the lines of communication open. We think we are going to make it. It was our best Valentine's Day ever. Thank you for reading my story Comments welcome DG Hear Afraid To Give In I was really bummed out. I had gone on job interview after job interview and turned up empty. Didn't know what I was doing wrong or why I wasn't getting these jobs that I knew I was suited for and qualified because of prior experience. I went on line each morning and submitted at least a dozen or two resume on line and mailed out them on a daily basis. I signed up with agencies and everything seemed to be a dead end. I had a great job and I loved it and the owners decided to close up after one of the family members became very ill and they felt they had to take care of them. Sitting in front of my laptop lost in thought, I snapped out of it when my cell rang. It was with one of the biggest suppliers of heating and plumbing supplies in the Metro area. They received my resume and letters of recommendation and invited me in for an interview. I accepted the invitation to interview with them and set it up for a week from Monday. Being so excited I called all my family and my friends and told them about the interview and they were happy for me. I had to get a new "got to nail this job" outfit, get my hair cut and a manicure and pedicure. Saturday morning got my hair cut and had him put in highlights in my hair. Then I dragged my best friend to the mall so she could help me pick out my outfit, treat her to lunch and then get the accessories for my new outfit. I was all about matching which drove my best friend nuts. I've been like that my entire life. After hitting some of the larger stores, I decided to go to this local store that featured full figure outfits. I wasn't extremely heavy but I did fit in these clothes so much better and not have to worry about anything. I found a great pants outfit of olive green and pale pink with olive green stripes. I then got a new pair of shoes (like I really needed another pair) and a new handbag (another one to add to my collection of over 200 handbag that ranged in size from just about enough room to put in my keys to one large enough to pack a new outfit to ware. I got a nice olive green shoulder bag that was large enough for my wallet, my keys and a couple of pens and a brush, comb and some make up. Monday morning couldn't come quick enough for me. My appointment was at 9:15 but I got ready and left my house about 8:30 because of the heavy traffic. When I got to the building, I walked around to the entrance where the man told me to go. I was so nervous, my heart pounding like a jack hammer inside my chest. I took the elevator to the 5th floor and reached the office where I was going to have my interview. I introduced myself to the receptionist and she called to let them know I was there. I was then greeted by a woman and 2 men, 1 was white and the other black. The black man was striking; sexy, shaved head, clean shaven man. He looked like a black God and he smell so intoxicating. The woman introduced herself to me as Dianna, the white gentlemen was Evan and the black man was Clay. They showed me around the offices and we made a brief stop in the conference room where we left all my paperwork. We headed to the warehouse and the factory that was off to the left side. I met some of the personnel and then I was showed around. We then headed to the conference where we did the interview. Dianna and I talked and then the men joined in and we talked about their product my experience of working with a manufacturer using man of the products that they sold. Dianna asked me if I would allow Clay to show me what would be my office which was right outside of Clay and I told her it was okay. I was getting so wet at the sight of Clay. Clay then brought me to all the levels warehouse and they had so much inventory. We came back and Dianna asked me how did I feel about being offered the job and an extra $ 10,000.00 for joining their team. I really liked the job and the people I met so far. I accepted the job and I would start in 2 weeks. During the next 2 weeks I bought myself an entire new wardrobe as this would be a fresh start for me so why not treat myself I thought keeping Clay in mind. I was taken by his smile and how well he presented himself. Being a jewelry hound I looked on both his hands for any sign of a wedding ring which these days doesn't mean anything and there wasn't any. He did sport a nice watch and his right wrist. I wear mine on my right wrist too wondering if he did for the same reason that I did; I was left-handed. During the middle of my first week I received a call on my cell and surprisingly it was Clay. He wanted to know if I would like to talk shop before I started over dinner some night; introduce me to some things so I would feel comfortably and not so nervous my first days and I accepted. Again I went to the store and bought a purple and black outfit which showed of my chest. I've been told I have a nice set so why not show it off to him but don't over do it as it could cost me my job. We went out on a Friday which he suggested it would be best so we wouldn't have to cut the night short because he had to work the next morning and I thought that was great. He wouldn't tell me where he was taking me and I was hoping my outfit would be dressy enough but he said it was casual. I promised myself to behave and not to give into my cravings about sucking his black cock and balls and getting drilled like I've never been before. I fantasized about his lips on mine and his then his hands and mouth on my ample tits as he squeezed and suck my nipples hard. He picked me up at 7; he wanted to run home and shower and put on some fresh clothing before he came over. As I was putting on the final touches my best friend called me to wish me luck and a good time. Told her how I wanted this man but was going to behave and resist my temptations. Clay handed me a single yellow rose and told me he was looking forward to this all week and I said I was too. I thanked him for the rose with a kiss and small little peck and he tasted good. He didn't seem to mind that I kissed him. I offered him a drink but he said he would wait until we got to the place. It was about a 20 minute ride and he held my hand all the way there. I was feeling wet in my panties and I was glad that I brought another pair because I knew how he made me feel. It was a combination pub/dance club/hotel set up and it was awesome. I never noticed it before and a friend of mine lives about 10 minutes away from it. We ordered wine and the cheese and meat appetizer and had seafood for dinner. Creme brulee for dessert. We talked about ourselves and never brought up work. He asked me if I'd like to listen to some music and dance and I said yes so we went into the next room. They were playing all kinds of music and I actually was in the mood to dance; dance off some sexual tension I thought. We danced slow dances, fast dances and just danced the night away. We did drink a little too but he could sure dance. They club closed at 2 and when we got out we noticed that it had snowed a great deal. Clay asked if we should stay here and not risk the roads and I was going to say no but I said "I think you are right. The roads might be bad and we have been drinking too". Off to the hotel desk to rent a room. There was 1 room left as other guests were doing the same as us. The room had 2 beds the clerk told us so I was relieved. The clerk looked at strangely but tell me that he has never seen a black man with a white woman before. He handed Clay the key and asked me if I wanted a key and I told him no that one would be enough. Our room number was 105 and it was heavenly. Two king size beds, tv, stereo, a hot tub, bathroom with shower and tube, a little area to sit a table with chairs. Clay and I hung up our coats and started to talk and then he held me close. I froze; I was still determined to hold out even though we did kiss during the dancing. He looked into my eyes and I melted. His eyes were the darkest I've ever seen and I could feel myself getting weaker. He leaned into me with a kiss and I plunged my tongue into his mouth to taste him and he did the same to me. We started to touch each other and he started to unbutton my blouse as I slowly started to pull away. He said, "I'm sorry, if you don't want this, I understand. I just feel so good around you and want to be with you. I knew when I met you that first day that I wanted you". I couldn't believe my ears because I know most guys would be turned off after a girl pulls away from his advances. I turned to him and said "It's not that I don't want it, I do. I don't want to put my job at risk before I even start it.". With that I took his head in my hands and kisses him and we started again. I then turned to him and said, "Clay I am very attracted to you and I want this more than I ever did before. Take me to places I have never gone before". We started removing our clothes until we were completely undressed. He squeezed my tits and then began to suck one. I reached for his cock and I got a handful and more. I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth and then looked up at him and he was smiling from ear to ear and he said, "How did you know??" I said nothing but continued the blow job. I felt him getter harder and bigger with each lick and suck. I slowly pull it out of my mouth and he asked me to stand up while he kissed me hard, long and passionately. He then laid me across the bed and kissed my neck and my lips and slipped his hand down to my fresh shaved pussy where I was so wet. He looked into my eyes and said "Did I do this to you?? Did I get you all wet?" I said to him "Yes you did, you got me this way at the interview too" After that, no words were spoken between us and we made hot steamy love for hours. I finally got to swallow his cum and wear it all over my face and body like I daydreamed about for days. We fell asleep and woke up about 9 and ordered in breakfast. We showered and dressed in the clothes we on last night. The snow was already melting but I'm glad we stayed. It was the best sex I ever had and the first time with a black guy. As we were driving back to my place, I asked him, "Do you think we will ever do this again??" He said "We certainly will and as often as possible. Wait until we get to go to those long conventions and meetings that we have to stay over night too". We started to see each other every night and it got closer to my starting date. We had to act cool at work and not let anyone know, not just yet about our relationship. The day finally arrived and I started my job. I was assigned to work with Clay and it made us both happy. After working there for 6 months, Clay and I decided to let everyone know that we were dating and within the year we had many nights away from home and then we got married. That was almost 5 years ago and I am expecting our first child in May. I'm so glad I gave in because I probably could have never had a man like Clay and the happiness that I wanted so badly to have.