1 comments/ 14089 views/ 1 favorites The Point By: stickivicki It was that time of year again; the time where the seasons are changing from spring to summer, when the fresh morning dew sits delicately on the grass and flowers, as the sweet morning sun filters softly over everything in sight. I sat down on the old wooden bench as I pulled my cardigan across my chest and crossed my arms. I let out a deep sigh as I looked out across the village below coming to life in the early morning light. The newsagent was opening the corner shop and sending the paperboy off on his morning rounds, the milkman was delivering to the cottages and shop as the paperboy cycled past. Closing my eyes I let the sun envelop me, everything fell silent as if the world had paused in front of me for a moment. I felt a hand on my shoulder bringing me back to life with a jolt of fright. I let out an ear pitching squeal as I jumped up and spun around. ''Maria!! God damn it, you scared me half to death!'' I yelled at her. ''Calm yourself, you'll give yourself a coronary!'' she giggled. I laughed with her as I wrapped my arms around her hugging her tightly. ''What's the plan for today then?'' she asked. We broke our embrace and walked over to the old tower where our names are carved. Running my hand across it I looked at her. ''How long is it now... eighteen years? Nineteen years?'' I smiled. ''Nineteen years, smart ass you know that!'' she scowled. ''I know. How can I forget the day we first met! I've been stuck with you ever since,'' I smiled as I walked around to the bench. ''Cheeky bitch!'' she giggled, pushing my shoulder. We sat down side by side, holding each others' hand. Looking out over the village, we sat for a while until the church bells rung ten. ----- That afternoon we met back up at The Point with my four year old son Zach. We were going to teach him how to fly a kite and have a picnic since it was such a nice day. Zach and I arrived at The Point late. Maria had already set down the blanket for the picnic and was laying on it soaking up the sun. ''Auntie Maria!!!'' Zach shouted at the top of his lungs as he ran over to her and jumped on top of her. ''Argh!! Zach!'' she yelled as he landed onto her stomach. ''Hiya...'' he grinned at her. Maria could not stop laughing as she tickled him, and he squealed at the top of his lungs. ''Stop it! Stop it Auntie Maria!'' he giggled and gasped for breath. Maria stopped and helped Zach up onto his feet, hugging him tightly. ''What's that?'' he asked with a puzzled look on his face as he pointed towards the far end of the blanket. ''That's a kite, your mum and I are gonna teach you how to fly it, Buddy,'' Maria smiled. I watched as they walked over to the kite hand in hand. I smiled widely as I watched my little man and my best friend having a good time. Maria unraveled the kite and showed Zach what to do as she ran with it into the wind before releasing it and Zach having full control over it. ''Look Mama, LOOK!'' he smiled brightly. ''I see baby, I see it. You're doing it all by yourself.'' My little man, I thought to myself as I watched with tears in my eyes. They played with the kite until the wind died down and Zach got hungry. He came running over to me as I was sat on the blanket; he hugged me tight. ''Love you lots, Mama.'' He kissed my nose. ''Love you more, Munchkin.'' I smiled kissing his nose and hugging him tightly, lifting him up and rolling onto the blanket kissing him all over. ''Stop Mama. Stop it! I'm hungry,'' he giggled. ''Okay baby, there's sandwiches in the box. Cheese and ham or tuna. And some juice boxes.'' I smiled as I got up and walked across to Maria. She was standing at the tower; the only remaining part of the castle that used to be on top of The Point. Her hand was on the side of the tower tracing something. The closer I moved towards her I knew what she was tracing, our names from years ago. Zach followed close behind me, chomping on a cheese sandwich and tugging at my trousers. ''What's Auntie Maria doing?'' he asked with a mouthful of sandwich. That is Aunt Maria's and my name. We did it years ago, babe,'' I told him as I lifted him up onto my hip to see. ''Is that your name too, Mama?'' he pointed looking at me. ''Erm...Yeah baby, that's Daddy's name and that's mine.'' I smiled with tears in my eyes. Zach pushed down and jumped out my arms, running over to get juice leaving me stood staring at our names carved into the stone as he called over Maria to help him. **** ----- **** As the sun began to fade the cool air suddenly appeared all around us making my arm hairs stand on edge, Billy wrapped his big strong arms across my back holding me closely as I wriggled underneath them and made my way up to kiss him. I gently brushed my nose against his playfully before kissing him softly. I laid a trail of butterfly kisses down his chin and throat stopping at his collarbone and inhaling deeply; taking in the scent of his Joop aftershave and sweet sweat mixture. ''What are you doing babe?'' he asked looking down at me with one eyebrow raised. ''Making a memory, I love how you smell,'' I smiled kissing his neck and lips. ''Do you remember the first day we met?'' he smiled. ''I do...'' I smirked. ''You walked into my college class with your red hair, piercing green eyes, freckles and those dimples when you smile! Melted my heart. My strawberry JAM.'' He closed his eyes picturing the day. ''You were the first person ever to call me strawberry JAM. No one else ever dared!'' I kissed him hard, pulling on his hair. ''But you are strawberry JAM. Your strawberry hair and your name, but your MY strawberry JAM.'' He kissed me back just as hard. ''Let's make another memory,'' he smiled, rolling me over and lying in between my legs. ''Oh yeah?'' I smiled and bit my lip innocently. Billy lent down and kissed me slow but passionately as he held my arms beside my head with our fingers entwined. He stared down at me with his haunting blue eyes that could penetrate into the soul. He let go of my hands as we remained lip-locked, I ran them down his back dragging my nails before reaching his jeans. I reached around and unzipped them and pushed them down, and then I looked up at him waiting to see what he would do. I bit my lip and reached into his jeans, pulling out his cock and slowly stroking; he moaned into my mouth as we kissed, but before long he reached down to remove my panties, but to his shock I wasn't wearing any. He took hold of his hard cock with newly found purpose, and rubbed the bulbous head along my lips and clitoris. I gasped and closed my eyes as he rubbed my clit; every touch was like a little electric shock to my body. I arched my back in pleasure as he lined up to enter me. Slowly he plunged into the warmth of my undercarriage as I let out a slow growling gasp. Gradually we picked up rhythm, our bodies connecting, moving as one. Billy inch by inch teasingly pulled my top up to reveal my very sensitive and hard pink nipples which he devoured immediately, making me go crazy. I gripped onto his back a little too tightly as he was enveloped in my bosom. It wasn't long until I heard him yelp. ''Arghhh...Jess!! You're hurting me!!'' he groaned loudly. ''I'm sorry I didn't realize.'' I kissed him. ''It's fine, babe. Just be more gentle,'' he smiled as he kissed me back. Holding me close he rolled over to let me be in control and ride him to orgasm. As I slowly picked up speed his hands crept up my stomach to my very full C cup breasts. Billy massaged and played with my breasts and nipples as I began to orgasm; tweaking and rolling my nipples between his fingers with purpose. I continued to ride him slowly until he grabbed my ass, helping me to slide up and down on his hard wet shaft before he started to fill me full of cum. I collapsed onto of his sweat covered chest, breathing heavily. ''I love you, to the moon and back my strawberry JAM,'' he told me as he kissed my forehead. ''I love you, forever and always,'' I smiled. We lay together until the cold became almost unbearable. As he removed his cock from inside of me his cum slowly seeped out and onto the blanket as I lay on my back. He got up and walked over to the tower, pulling out his switchblade, and started to etch something into it as I lay on the blanket watching him. I got somewhat cleaned up and presentable before walking over to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my head against his back listening to his heartbeat. I heard the click of the switchblade closing then his warm hands on mine as he pulled me in front of him holding me against him facing the tower. ''Look babe, this will be here as a reminder forever.'' He kissed the back of my head as he ran his hand across my stomach, turning me around and pushing me against the tower. ''I love it...'' I smiled as our noses touched, lips so close but not touching, staring into each others' eyes. My phone rang making us both jump. ''Hello... Hi dad... Uh huh... I'm on my way... I... Erm... Missed the bus. I'm getting a lift. I'll be home soon. Promise.'' I had my hand over Billy's mouth shaking my head. ''I have to go NOW.'' I told him with a serious face. We left The Point in a hurry, grabbing the blanket and our jackets before Billy drove me home on his Kawasaki motorbike. **** ----- **** ''Jessie...Jessie!'' Maria nudged me. ''Mama..., Mama...,''Zach tugged on the hem of my top. ''Huh? What?'' I asked. ''You were just stood there staring like a zombie at the tower... You okay?'' she asked. ''Yeah... Yes I'm... okay.'' I smiled a false smile looking back at the stone and walking to the bench to sit down. ''Mama..., Mama..., can I have my name with you and daddies?'' Zach smiled widely. ''Yeah babe, ask Aunt Maria to do it... okay?'' I smiled, kissing him on the forehead and patting his bum as he walked away. **** ----- **** It was a warm autumn evening. Billy had picked me up to go for a drive on his Kawasaki motorbike and as per usual we ended up at The Point, our favourite place. This particular night he seemed preoccupied, distracted and out of sorts. We were sitting on the bench looking out over the village, watching the world go by. ''What's wrong babes?'' I asked frowning. ''Nothing...'' he smiled. ''You sure? You okay?'' I placed my hand on his knee. He took my hand in his and slid off the bench onto his knees. ''Jessica-Ann Murray... Will you marry me? Will you make me the happiest guy ever? Will you marry me?'' He looked at me like a little boy. The colour drained from my face, my eyebrows raised to a higher place than I had ever felt and my mouth was wide open staring at him. ''Well...'' he paused scared. ''YES! Of course! YES!'' I jumped onto him kissing him. We fell back onto the ground in front of the bench, kissing, and hugging. ''Wait!'' he stopped me. ''You need to get your ring'' he smiled. Opening a small red velvet box revealed a silver ring with tiny square diamonds all the way round it. He pushed it on my finger as we sat on the bench hugging and kissing. **** ----- **** I came back to reality with a thud as it started to pour down with rain on our picnic. We squealed as we ran, grabbing our things on the way, and by the time we reached the car we were soaked right through. As we sat looking out at the rain pounding off the windows, another memory was coming flooding back. **** ----- **** Seven months pregnant at the time, I was wearing a long flowing flowery maxi dress covering my huge bump in the autumn heat as I left the hospital from my latest scan. I flipped out my mobile and dialed Billy's number as I walked down the street away from the hospital looking at the photos of little bump I had just gotten from the scan. ''Hello... Who is this?'' A strange voice asked. ''I'm Jessica, who is this? Why do you have my fiancé's phone?'' I asked a little panicked as Billy said he was meeting me at the hospital for the scan. ''Erm... Miss... There's been an accident. I'm PC Devlin, I'm the attending officer. Can you come down to the station or can I send someone over to collect you?'' he asked. ''WHAT! Where? How? Is Billy okay?!'' I burst into tears. ''Main Street at the junction of Church Street, Miss. About 400 yards from the hospital. I would prefer to talk to you face to face,'' he said plainly as it started to drizzle with rain. ''Main Street???'' I hung up the phone and began to run toward the location clutching my belly. I got closer by the second I could see the fire trucks, ambulances and police cars, I got a terrible feeling in my gut. People standing around the police tape like it was some sort of show for their enjoyment, the rain started to pour down as I got to the crowd but none of them moved even with the rain. ''Billy!!!'' I screamed as I pushed through the crowd. ''Billy!!! Where's Billy!? I'm his fiancée!'' I screamed at the top of my lungs still clutching my huge belly and panting. ''I'm PC Devlin Mi... My god you're pregnant... Erm... Miss you shouldn't be here.'' he said patronizing me. ''Where's my fiancé? Tell me!!'' I cried loudly pushing the tape over me as I walked into the crash site. ''MISS! Please you don't want to see this. Trust me. Not in your condition. Please...'' he pleaded leading me to his car. ''Where is Billy?'' I asked with a false calmness. ''I'm sorry to have to tell you this but I'm afraid he is dead Miss,'' the officer told me. I fell to my knees sobbing, holding my belly, rocking back and forth. ''Please, Miss. Let me take you home.'' He knelt down hugging me to try and console me. ''My name is Jessica. And I want to see my fiancé. Now!'' I told him with anger. ''No, not right now Jessica. I will take you home and once the coroner has cleaned him up I will personally escort you to see him for a formal I.D. Okay?'' he told me firmly. I nodded as he helped me to my feet and into his car. ''Billy and I had planned to get married two months ago but little bump made us postpone the ceremony until he was born.'' I told Devlin on the drive home as I rubbed my belly. ''How did it happen, PC Devlin?'' I asked staring at him. ''A drunk driver ran the lights and hit him full on, on his bike, he really had no chance against the jeep. I am so sorry, Jessica.'' he put his hand on my hand squeezing it a little. **** ----- **** ''Mama..., Mamma...,'' Zach's voice brought me back to sitting in the car soaked through like I was that day Billy died. ''Hmm baby...what's wrong?'' I asked looking in the rear view mirror. ''Can we go to the swing park?'' he grinned. ''It's a little wet for that, is it not?'' I smiled. ''We're already wet Mama. A little bit more won't kill us. It will be fun. Pleassssse?'' He smiled his cute little smile. ''Well... I guess so... What do you think Maria?'' I turned to her. ''Sounds good to me.'' I smiled as I started the car and drove to the swing park. **** ----- **** It was that time of year again; the time where the seasons are changing from spring to summer, when the fresh morning dew sits delicately on the grass and flowers as the sweet morning sun filters softly over everything in sight. I feel the cool breeze brush against my cheek, all the memories I shared with friends, fiancé and my son in this special place come flooding back to me. As I stand alone behind my family, friends and my son as they are staring at the tower and down onto the village, I try to understand why they are all here at The Point dressed all in black and crying. They release ashes into the gentle morning breeze from the place I treasured most in my heart, the place I had so many memories with them. I suddenly realize it is MY ashes. I am reliving all the memories and experiences I ever had throughout my life at The Point before moving on to a better place and finally getting to be with my beloved. Then it hit me, it begins to filter back to me; how I died. Zach was just about to turn four when it started, a cough, a slight wheezing, until I started coughing up blood; I went straight to the doctors about it. After preliminary tests I was told I had lung cancer and only a few months left; spend it with the ones I love and make some memories for them to remember me by. That is exactly what I did, so my son would remember me the fun, happy loving mama I was. Billy and I will watch over our son for the rest of his life until we one day will meet again. The Point of No Return Josh and I were best friends all through high school. We helped each other with everything from homework to relationship crises. When none of my girlfriends were available, I dragged Josh to the mall (with very little argument on his part) to help me find a dress for homecoming. He'd called me crying when his first girlfriend dumped him after losing their virginity together. Without hesitation, he'd divulged the most intimate secrets of their relationship because he knew I'd never breathe a word of it to anyone. I always knew that when push came to shove, I could count on Josh to lift my spirit -- and keep my secrets. Such was the comfort that came from knowing our relationship was strictly platonic. After graduation, Josh attended college at our hometown university, while I accepted a full tuition scholarship to a private school five hours away. Josh toiled away studiously during his freshman year. Me, not so much. Feeling foolish and dejected, I returned home halfway through my sophomore year, having failed too many classes to stay. My parents were pissed, and I was humiliated. Josh and I hadn't spoken much since graduation, but I knew he was the perfect - the only - shoulder for me to cry on. "Long time no talk," replied Josh's nonchalant phone-voice. I was barely in the front door of my parents' house before I had called him. "Yeah," I tried my hand at enthusiasm through misery, "Long time no talk." "What's wrong, Meg?" "Nothing, I'm fine," I lied, "Just tired from the drive in." I knew he didn't buy it, but I also knew it wasn't in Josh's nature to press me for details over the phone. We agreed to meet for dinner that night before crashing a party near campus. I couldn't believe how great Josh looked when I saw him waiting for me in the parking lot of Giovanni's, leaning against the trunk of his Corolla. His tall, lanky frame had filled out, angled and bulged in all the right places. He had grown facial hair and wore his previously shaggy cut in a shorter, clean-cut style. Jeans and a green half-zip sweater were a grown-up version of the comfortable band t-shirts and basketball shorts he'd worn all through high school. I hadn't realized how much I missed Josh until I saw him again. When he bent down to hug me, I noticed how much stronger he seemed, and how delicious he smelled. We chatted over dinner about old times, catching up on our families and sharing gossip about members of our graduating class. I didn't want to ruin the moment with my depressing news, so I kept the dinner conversation focused on Josh. "How's school going?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't ask me in return. "Great," he told me, "It's a lot of work, but I'm already looking at internships for my junior year." "That's so exciting!" I replied, hoping I sounded sincerely happy. "How's the drama world?" Josh asked as he reached for the check. I couldn't put my finger on why, but something about Josh buying me dinner seemed weird. "Oh..." I stalled, "It's... dramatic, alright." I didn't want to lie to him, but I wasn't quite ready to shift the focus from his success to my pending nervous breakdown. "Didn't you tell me you were seeing someone?" I inquired, as we scooted our way out of the booth seats, "How's that going?" "You mean Julie?" I nodded. "Well, it was going great until I figured out she was sleeping around." He laughed uncomfortably as he held the front door open for me. "Oh, God," I said, "I'm so sorry." "Eh, well, you've always said I have horrible taste in women." It was true. Josh was an amazing person in so many ways -- fun, caring, motivated -- but I always assumed he had low self-esteem. I never really liked any of his girlfriends, who always seemed to take advantage of his kindness. I felt sorry for him and wished I could make him feel better. "Well," I sighed, "If it makes you feel any better... I dropped out of school." "Megan!" Josh demanded, "Why the hell'd you do that?" "I kind of had to," I explained sheepishly, "I failed a couple of classes and they wouldn't let me stay." I barely had the words out of my mouth before my eyes started welling up. In the parking lot of Giovanni's, Josh pulled me in for the most comforting hug. In the arms of unconditional friendship, I felt myself falling apart. I blubbered into Josh's firm chest as he cradled me, stroking my hair and shushing my sobs. "I'm such an idiot," I said, "I should have studied more," "Aw, Meg..." "I-I should have picked something more realistic than theatre for Christ's sake!" "No," he argued emphatically, "What you need to do is stop being so hard on yourself," he pulled away and looked straight into my tear-streaked face. "You are the most creative, resilient person I've ever met. You'll find something you love to do, and you'll be great at it." "You think so?" "I know so," he affirmed, "And don't worry about your parents. They love you and they'll come around." "I just feel... I'm so embarrassed..." I sniffed. "You're embarrassed? Try being the only one on campus oblivious to the fact that your girlfriend is cheating on you..." "That bad, huh?" He raked his hands through his hair, "She made me look like a complete jackass." "How could you have known?" "You don't understand, Meg," he explained, "I caught her alone in her room with another guy and she told me they were studying. With the door locked and the lights off. And no books in sight." "Ouch." "She fed me one bullshit story after another and I bought every single one of them." He sat on the bumper of his car, shaking his head. I sat next to him and rubbed his shoulder. For possibly the third time in my entire life, I was speechless. I wasn't accustomed to Josh being this open with me about his dating life, and while I wasn't exactly uncomfortable with the information he was sharing, I still had absolutely no idea how to attempt to cheer him up. "Well aren't we just a barrel of fun?" I laughed, as I tried to wipe the mascara streaks from my face. "Yeah." "Wait --" I thought out loud, "If you're that embarrassed by this whole thing, why did you want to go to a campus party tonight?" "Actually, I didn't," he admitted, "I was just trying to think of something fun for you to do on what I thought would be your brief visit home." I confessed that I wasn't crazy about the idea of socializing with a bunch of matriculators. Josh feared running into Julie or any one of her gaggle of girlfriends. Instead, we decided to take a drive past some of our old stomping grounds. "Do you mind driving?" I asked him, "I'm kind of over it." We got into Josh's car and headed toward a familiar stretch of parkway along the river. We drove for a while in a comfortable silence, both of us likely digesting the information we'd exchanged. "So, we've covered my love life," Josh laughed, "How about yours?" "What love life?" I joked, "I had a few dates in Pennsylvania but they never turned into anything. Hell, I haven't been laid in over a year." Josh stayed eerily quiet after I made that comment, and I wondered if I had offended him. We were close enough that nothing was considered off limits, but sex on a personal level wasn't something we routinely discussed. "Can I ask you a question?" Josh asked shyly. "Of course," "I may seriously regret asking this, and I hope you don't take it the wrong way but..." he stammered, "In high school, did you ever...?" "Did I ever what?" "Did you ever...think of me as anything more than a friend?" I was more than a little surprised by his question, and sorely unprepared to answer it. In high school, I'd never had a real reason to think of Josh as anything other than my stable, dependable surrogate big brother. But now? Now I was lonely and broken, and he was the attractive, successful, charming man who'd managed to cheer me up. "I don't really know how to answer that, Josh," I said honestly, "We've always been truthful with each other, and I really don't know what to say." "Oh," he seemed a little surprised, "It just seemed like maybe you were hinting at something, when you mentioned that you haven't had sex in a while." "I wasn't hitting on you," I clarified, stunned that he'd even expected it. "Oh," Josh replied, clearly embarrassed, "Um—sorry. Guess my radar's off." "But I must say," I found myself admitting, "Tonight I'm seeing you in a whole new light." That seemed to perk him back up. "What's so different?" "I don't know," I struggled to explain, "Probably just the fact that it's been months since I've seen you. Not to mention you look different. More grown up." "You look different, too," Josh teased, "I certainly never pictured you in hooker boots." "Hooker boots?!" I feigned offense, "I'll have you know, sir, that I get more compliments on these things..." "I'm just teasing, Meg," Josh turned to look at me as we paused at a traffic light, "You look really nice." Josh had complimented me countless times over the years, and it had never felt any different than when my dad said "You look nice," as I dashed out the front door. This time, I detected an unfamiliar brand of sincerity in his voice -- coupled with a subtle hint of flirtation. I'd spent my high school years lusting over the quarterbacks, lead singers and rebels. Every outfit I'd worn since the eighth grade had been dictated by whichever ridiculous trend the fashion industry had recycled from generations past. The clique of girls I'd dedicated my social life to for four solid years had dissolved to various sororities across the Midwest, and I hadn't spoken to any of them in over a year. Truth be told, I hadn't really missed any of them, though I'd once declared them my 'best friends forever' through social networking sites and spiral-bound doodlings. How quickly all the priorities of adolescence had been harshly illuminated as irrelevant, and almost embarrassing to admit. Yet inexplicably -- in the face of true adulthood, in all its glorious independence and burden -- there was still Josh. I looked over at him and suddenly, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I watched as he nervously smoothed crumbs from his lap, and popped a mint in his mouth. I noticed the evidence that before seeing me tonight, he'd taken the time to apply gel to his hair, iron his shirt and spray some cologne. And although it was in desperate need of vacuuming, his car was nearly devoid of trash and recognizable food particles. Gone was the boy I'd grown up with -- rumpled, disorganized and occasionally smelly. In his place was a man -- a man -- who'd taken the time to present me with an enjoyable evening. An evening that felt suspiciously more like a date with every passing minute. "Josh...?" "Yeah?" "Can we go somewhere?" I asked tentatively. "Sure," he agreed, "Where'd you have in mind?" I took a deep breath. "I don't know," I replied, willing my voice not to waver, "Somewhere... private." Josh momentarily searched my face for meaning, and a soft smile swept across his face. "That sounds great." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ The idea of seducing my best friend was both exhilarating and terrifying. The awkward drive to our chosen destination made me wonder if we were getting ready to do something we would both regret. In truth, I wondered if the mere conversation about sex had pushed our friendship beyond the point of no return. We decided against my parent's house, and his dorm room was a non-option due to the likely presence of his roommate. When we agreed upon Josh's dad's barber shop, I knew we were both thinking of the dilapidated sofa in the staff lounge. The familiar smell of the shop offered me some comfort. I had been in the shop numerous times -- many of which spent as a last-minute shampoo girl -- and a whole new set of adolescent memories came flooding back. Josh locked the door behind us, and led me to the back room. He found an unglamorous pillar candle in the utility drawer (likely stashed in the event of a power outage) and placed it on the round lunch table next to the sofa. I stood nervously, unsure of exactly how to proceed. I had never even seen Josh kiss one of his girlfriends, so I had no idea what to expect. After lighting the candle, he turned and walked toward me. I heard his breathing quicken and felt the tremor in his large hand as it slid across my cheek, pulling my face closer to his. His warm lips covered mine, as an audible gasp betrayed my throat. I ran my arms up his torso, anchoring myself to his shoulders. With his free hand, Josh pressed my body to his. He parted his lips and used his tongue to gently pry mine open. He hungrily probed my mouth, growling as I put my hands under his shirt and raked my nails up and down his smooth back. "Megan," Josh pulled away, "Are you sure you want to do this?" "I'm sure," I promised, hoping that I really was. Josh pulled his shirt over his head -- followed by mine -- and I marveled at the sight of his bare chest and arms. These were parts of him I'd seen dozens of times by my parents' pool, but it was as if I was seeing them for the first time. I blushed under the heat of his gaze as he dropped to his knees and unzipped my boots, helping me step out of each one. He ran his hands up my calf and thigh, stopping to massage my ass. "Mmmm..." he groaned, "You don't know how many times I've thought about this ass." Standing once again, Josh fumbled with my bra. Right about the time I'd decided to help him, he successfully navigated the clasp and I heard the garment fall to the floor. I beamed with pride when I saw the reverent look on his face upon seeing my breasts for the first time. I watched excitement replace nervousness as he touched them, running his thumbs over my hard nipples. My body reacted instantly to his touch, fluid flowing to the throbbing spot between my legs. Josh laid me down beneath him on the old floral sofa. The gentle way he did this reminded me of all the times he'd taken care of me over the years, literally and figuratively. I was amused by the thought of him taking extra steps not to overwhelm me, when what I desperately wanted was for him to ravage my body, make me his. I felt his hardness pressing tentatively against my aching center, and I knew he was holding himself back. In an effort to assure him I wasn't breakable, I began thrusting my hips hard against his. We melted into a rhythm of foreplay -- his face buried in my neck, our pulsating sexes begging to be relieved. Josh pulled my skirt up around my waist, and slid my panties off. His hand, shaking once again, roved up my thigh until he reached the soft, dewy curls between my legs. His strong hand kneaded my mound until I felt the force of orgasm attempting to overtake me. Then suddenly, he stopped. "W-what's wrong?" I mumbled, delirious and confused. "We can't do this here," Josh muttered, obviously struggling to regain composure. "What do you mean?" I asked, "I thought no one would find us here--" "I've thought about this for so long, Meg," he confided, "I want this more than anything, but you deserve more than my dad's old broken couch." My heart melted at this exact moment, when I realized this meant as much to Josh as it meant to me. Regardless of how unexpectedly it had erupted this particular night, it had been a long time coming. I wondered how many opportunities we had missed over the years. "If this is up to me," I pleaded, "I really don't want to stop." "Megan, are you sure?" I wanted to pause for a moment, fully consider the reality of what was happening. Maybe weigh the pros and cons of exposing our friendship to this level of intimacy. But all I could think about was how much I missed the heat of his hand between my thighs, and how I longed to feel the weight of him on top of me. "Please don't stop." Still looking at me, Josh slid his middle finger inside my pussy, curling it forward -- soft at first, then with stronger pressure. I inhaled sharply as I struggled to process the lively sensation of pleasure, with a tinge of pain. I felt the tip of his thumb brush against my clit and I shuddered, intoxicated by the dual sensations of his fingers inside me and on my most responsive spot. Josh left a trail of kisses down my chest, past my belly button and along my thighs. I felt his breath against my wet core, and I hissed when his tongue slid between my lips. Looking down and seeing my best friend's face buried in my pussy pushed me over the edge. A hot, prickly buzz invaded my core and spread throughout my body as I crashed into a shuddering climax. Temporarily satiated, I decided a reward was in order. With an frisky grin, I pushed Josh onto his back on the other end of the couch, crawling mischievously to him. In a bold, cheese move straight from the soap operas, I whipped his belt off in one strike, launching it haphazardly across the room. Josh laughed, likely wondering what kind of horny she-devil had taken possession of his childhood friend. I heard no complaints, however, as I leaned forward to nibble on his neck, pausing occasionally to flick my tongue across his earlobe. Josh lifted his hips beneath me, aiding in the removal of his jeans. Once again, Josh grabbed my ass and began grinding my soaking wet pussy against his cotton-covered manhood. When I felt myself approaching a second orgasm from this relatively chaste friction, I stopped and knelt before him. I pulled at his boxer briefs until his erection sprang free, unable to hide my reaction to its impressive size. "Well, well, well," I teased, my face inches from his bare crotch, "You've been holding out on me all these years..." I pumped my hand up and down his generous shaft, watching pearls of precum bead around the tip. I lowered my mouth onto the tip of his cock and applauded myself for the hiss I heard from above. While sucking rhythmically on the head, I swirled my tongue around the ridge below it. I gradually pushed myself farther, taking increasingly longer lengths of him inside my mouth. It wasn't enough to know I was pleasuring Josh -- I wanted to rock his world and dazzle him with a side of me he'd never seen, with skills he never thought possible. I took a deep breath and forced the entirety of him far down my throat. Josh reacted with a primal growl that instantly hardened my nipples and readied my pussy for Round Two. I continued torturing him with a combination of moves -- rapid, repetitive assaults on the tip, punctuated by slow, deep acceptance of his full length. When his dick became hard as granite, I knew he was close. I craved more of his elemental taste, needing it to complete the full-sensory experience. Panting from exertion, I gave him every ounce of energy I had, demanding his release. I felt Josh's cum splash against the back of my throat as he cried out in grateful release. As it turns out, I wasn't the only one of us with surprises up their sleeve. Josh grabbed my face with both hands, pushing me back onto the sofa. Bracing his forehead against mine, he reached between us to raise my skirt and spread my legs. Once properly aligned, Josh pushed his still-hard cock against my opening. I sucked in a sharp breath with every inch he took, my body struggling to accept his imposing girth. As a signal to Josh that I was okay, I began moving my hips against his. I pulled him close so I could feel his torso against mine -- a move done for the purpose of intimacy that happened to produce an electrifying sensation between my clit and his pelvis. It wasn't long before I came again, this time from a deeper, more powerful place. Josh's pace quickened as the grace and dexterity of his movements melted into rapid thrusts. Once again, his voice filled the tiny room in a series of throaty groans as he came. Point of No Return Editing Thanks goes to Irish_Indian. Just shy of her 19th birthday, my daughter, Evana, asked me if she could continue living with me while she attended classes. Sharing a place with me gave her an easier go at it financially and I was glad for the company. Sharing such a small space with her, though, made us closer than I dared imagine. She was away at piano lessons that summer afternoon while I was tidying up our flat. As was custom, I still babied my baby and made her bed for her most days. I entered her room to do just that and as I bent over to straighten the top sheet I noticed the corner of a paper sticking out from between her mattresses. I lifted the top mattress and slid the paper out to see what it was. To my surprise it was a newspaper advertisement for taboo themed adult books and videos, with very explicit descriptions and pictures of everything advertised. There was even a couple of incomplete 'sample' stories on some of the pages, the kind that get you wanting to know what happened next so you will buy them. I thumbed through the pages and forgot what I had been doing before I found it. It had been a long while since I had been with a woman or had even indulged in any kind of erotic material. After a few of the incomplete stories, I had become extremely aroused and started to rub myself through my pants. After a few minutes I remembered where I was, my daughter's bedroom! It hit me then...she had been hiding this newspaper. I spun off the bed and lifted the mattress to see if there was anything else hidden under her mattress and to my surprise I found two more advertisement papers hidden there. I wondered where she had found these. One of them looked like it was weather worn, so I suspected she had found them somewhere outdoors and had not been given them by someone. It occurred to me that my own daughter might actually want to experience what I could clearly see she had been getting off to. I got extremely aroused imagining how many nights she had lain in here rubbing her pussy while reading these papers, while I was oblivious to it all in the room next to her. I busied myself around the flat while I waited for her to get home and just as I heard her key in the door, I made a dash for her room so I could confront her about the papers at the scene of the crime. At first she didn't mention the advertising paper I was holding, but I could tell she was quite nervous because she went straight for her hair brush and started brushing her already well done long hair. After seconds of her pretending she wasn't noticing the paper, I asked her, "Evana, I found this and two others like it under your mattress, where did you get these?" She didn't seem at all embarrassed, but then again, I am her father, I had kept all of her embarrassing secrets since childhood. "I found them under an overpass I walk under to get home from lessons, Daddy." she said. "How long have you had them?" "Two or three months." "Evana, the stories in here, you like this?" Evana tensed in an inner struggle as I could see she was trying to decide whether to lie to me or not. "Very much, Daddy.", she replied and seemingly in a self driven state she taunted me. "I have had sex before, Daddy, but I want something deeper and those papers excite me. If they can do it, why cant we?" I was already aroused from having spent time looking the papers over and it had been months since I lay with a woman. It had never crossed my mind that my own daughter would ever desire me in this way. How could I turn her down? "This is what you want?" I asked her, feeling suddenly a little shy around my own daughter! I tensed up some from the anticipation of her answer. "Yes, Daddy..." she said as I set the paper on the corner of the bed to my right. She kept brushing at her hair nervously. "I actually wanted this before I ever found those papers." I could feel my shoulders tense up as I felt a surge of desire for my own daughter. Was this really about to happen? If this is what my little girl wants, this is what she is going to get. Evana told me she was too nervous to act, so I reached up and pulled her to me. The moment my hands touched her I felt the urges slam into me and all of my pent up sexual energy became directed at my daughter. As I pulled her close I felt her ass in a way I had never felt it before. I felt her skin in a way I had never felt it before. She brushed her fingertips over my shoulder, touched my face nervously...I could tell she was as aroused as I was. As we touched upon each other, she said, "Daddy, I don't want this to be a one time thing, if it is, then do not tease me so." "Evana, if we do this, you can have your Daddy anytime you want." "I am serious, Daddy...this excites me too much." I undid her skirt and slid it off of her, running my hands over her sweet young butt and thighs. I kissed on her stomach as my hands roamed her succulent young body. Soon, I was kissing the underside of those firm young breasts of hers. My heart was beating wildly. She started to become a little more aggressive herself and sat on my lap. She pulled my mouth to hers to kiss me and at first it seemed awkward...I had never kissed my little Evana like she wanted me to. I felt a short pang of guilt, of wrong doing, but it quickly passed as I opened to her desire. I knew that touching and kissing her would never again be what it had been. Her inexperienced kissing and aggression was very arousing. She pressed me onto my back, but fumbled some, knowing what she wanted, but unsure how to go about getting it. We sat up, I removed my clothes and she her dress, but she was sweet enough to leave those red panties of hers for me to remove. I happily slid them off her, my eyes soaking in her young pussy as if I had never seen a pussy in my life! I didn't want to rush this too aggressively, but it was hard to restrain. I just wanted to be in my little Evana so badly. Wanted to feel her dripping pussy on my cock. I lay against her and kissed her, tasting and savoring her young body. Evana whispered, "Kiss me, Daddy." so I leaned over her and she embraced me as we kissed while I caressed her dripping wet pussy. I had never felt such heat in a pussy before. At first, my cock was up and down...the excitement of the situation would arouse me, but then the guilt and shame of what I was doing to my little Evana would hit me, too and I would go soft. Evana noticed this and lay me on my back, saying, "I have wanted you in my mouth a long time, Daddy." I tensed some, but lay back to let her do as she desired. I didn't want to deny her anything she desired. Sliding down my body, she took my semi hard cock into her hot mouth. I knew right away she had no experience in sucking cock, but I had a feeling she would be getting better by practicing on me. I lay there stroking her hair as she hungrily sucked on Daddy's cock. Her anxiousness to have me hard was a huge turn on. Even when I became erect, she kept sucking hungrily as she rubbed on my chest with one hand and cupped my balls with her other. It was intense feeling such desire from her. I let her just keep sucking Daddy's cock as much as she wanted, knowing it was just a matter of time before her pussy craved it so much she couldn't help herself. It was me that broke, though. I started rubbing her back, briefly...her skin felt so young, so soft, so warm...and her mouth was driving my cock almost to the point of no return. I gave in and pulled her off of me, positioning her on top of me. I didn't enter her hastily, though. I pulled my raging cock up as she lowered onto me and positioned it between her pussy lips as she began to moan, her eyes rolling slowly around in pleasure. She rocked her hips ever so slightly back and forth, rubbing her pussy on the shaft of my cock without sliding to far down and causing penetration. After less than a minute I felt her nails dig into my chest as her fingers tensed from the long slowly growing orgasm that began to wrack her full body. I concentrated on her pleasure and just at the moment her climax peaked I shifted my hips and with some effort against her tight hole, I pushed into her as she let out a pleasurable cry. I will never forget the moan she let out as my cock penetrated her that first time. I could feel her soft pussy hairs on the base of my shaft and balls as I pressed my hips into her, trying to get in as deep as I could. I started fucking her furiously as she sat atop of me. I ran my hands over her shoulders and arms as we just stared into each others' eyes. Soon she started chanting, "Daddy....Daddy....this feels so good...Daddy....yes....yes....yes..." Her little pussy started contracting and pulsing on my cock as she was wracked by an orgasm, her eyes rolled and she kept whispering and chanting to me. Her orgasms were making it very hard for me not to explode in her young pussy. After a while we both relaxed a little more as I kept fucking her...at one point I had to tensely pause to keep myself from cumming in her too soon. She asked me if doing this risked her getting pregnant, but I explained to her that Daddy could not make babies anymore and she smiled mischievously at me. It seemed to turn her on to talk about what we were doing. I had a hard time concentrating on answering her, but I knew she was making sure this wasn't going to be a one time situation. I guess she had given it up to others and they had left her before. I kept reassuring her that Daddy wasn't going to stop pleasing her. I can't even begin to tell you how erotic it was when, while she was atop of me as I fucked her, she leaned over and kissed me deeply. This damn near sent me into a cumming fit, but I held on a little longer... her tongue dancing with mine as she bounced up and down on my cock. I kept fucking that sweet young pussy of hers. When I was nearing that point of no return, I said, "Evana, baby, Daddy can't hold back any longer, he is going to cum in you." "Yes, Daddy! Do it! Cum in me, I want you to so badly." Once I heard her say that, I felt the most intense tingle start building in my cock and balls that I had ever felt! Before the full climax even started, I could feel a stream of pre-cum and cum spraying into her. Evana could feel it, too, and when she did she drove her hips down onto me, taking my cock as deep into her as she could as she leaned down and hungrily sucked at her Daddy's neck. As she clung to me in ecstasy my hands lustfully grabbed her sexy little ass, upon which my cock responded by releasing the biggest torrent of cum I had ever released in my life! The deep erotic growl I began to let out, mixed with her whimpering orgasm, as I pumped my cum into her sweet tight pussy until we were both completely spent. Evana kept kissing me on my neck, my face, my lips and my chest while she told me how wonderful it felt. In the afterglow, we basked in the feeling of our new found closeness. (Please vote below) The Point Of No Return First of all my things to ringerosie for her work in editing my piece. Her words of inspiration and her kindness are truly appreciated. Bless you Milady. I sat there shaking my head, feeling the onset of a headache. It happened often when talking with Jonathan. He had a habit of leaving me wondering how on earth someone could be so...so...Jonathan like. I'd met him on a website. One that favored a certain lifestyle, one which we both enjoyed. He wrote wonderful stories, words which could arouse both the physical and the mental attributes of his readers. What he didn't do though was write for himself. Let me explain. He always wanted others to live out their fantasies in his words. He was happy to let their lives come to life if only on paper. However when it came to his own desires, that was something that was not to be discussed. Every time the subject was brought up, he always managed to turn the tables. He would deflect the words, wanting to discuss something or someone else. Today had been one of those days and I had endured enough. I knew Jonathan didn't look at me in a certain manner. I think if he might have then we could have not had to go through this in order to find a end to the means. I saw it, it was as clear as the reflection which I saw in the mirror. My eyes were set, my mind made up. I formulated a plan as I prepared for bed that evening. As I pulled up the covers I thought tomorrow was the weekend. Mark my words, Jonathan Samuels was in for a very rude awakening. That afternoon as the phone rang, I sat on the bed, looking out at everything in place. A smile playing on my face as I thought how much fun this was going to be. When he picked up the phone, this time I made sure the voice he heard was unlike any I had shared with him in the past. "Jonathan, it's Kris. You need to come to room 242 at the Hilton downtown immediately. I will expect you shortly." With that, I hung up the phone before he could utter a single word. I laughed as seconds later my cell rang, a call I wasn't about to take. I was impressed, he made good time. When the knock came on the door and I bid, "Enter" he did so. Tentatively looking in, finding the room fairly dimly lit by the waning afternoon light coming in through the almost drawn curtains. I sat in a chair, dressed in a short, black dress. One befitting a night out on the town. He looked at me in a bit of confusion as I said calmly, "Close the door. Come here." He did the first. Then he had the audacity to speak asking what was going on, what was happening. That was my cue. I stood up slowly, walking toward him my eyes sparking and I saw the uncertainty in his own. I knew if I looked long enough, he would revert to his true self and within seconds, he lowered his eyes. He had told me many times a true submissive pose. My voice cut like a knife. "I am done watching you as you allow your life to pass by like petals from a rose scattered on a desolate wind. You are content to let others live while you die each day. Little by little, piece by piece. Enough." He began to shake, to tremble a condition which he had told me of from birth but I wasn't about to let him off the hook. I was feeling the part, feeding off the raw emotion as I continued. "You hide away a piece of you, a part of you which yearns to be free. In your blindness, you allow it to simply fester, eating away at your very soul, your very being. I have tolerated it for far too long. It ends tonight. Do I make myself clear?" I couldn't remember the number of times he had spoken to me in such a manner. How every time he did, I felt it in the pit of my stomach. I watched as he wrestled with the decision, with the words which I knew for him would be difficult to speak. This time I made the decision for him. I moved in close until he could smell my perfume, feel my warm breath against his neck and hear my whisper in his ear. "If you think this is a game, you are sadly mistaken Jonathan. Now, listen very closely and do not speak." With that I gave him his instructions. Speaking in a calm, level voice as he listened, taking in my every word. When I had finished, I saw the look in his eyes, the panic rise. In the past, I would have tried to calm him, to soothe him with kindness but tonight was different. The past had seen him react in a manner which had allowed him safe passage. This time the journey was going to be a bit rougher as I reached up, taking him by his long hair. I forced his eyes to look into mine. "Do you really think you have a choice Jonathan? Do you really believe things haven't changed?" His eyes grew wide as mine grew darker as I continued. "After tonight, things will never be the same for you." He cried out as I literally pulled him by the hair into the bathroom, what he would require laid out as I said, "You have fifteen minutes." I heard the shower start. There was little I could do but wait. I poured a glass of wine, as the night fell, the stars coming out. Taking a sip, I looked at the items on the bed, the various boxes as I smiled. Opening each one would be like unlocking a door. Each door leading to another which would finally open up to show him the path I was about to take him down. When the shower turned off, I made my way over to the table, turning on the lamp so that I could see better for what was about to happen. It took a couple of minutes for him to walk out, his face a bit flushed. His skin glistened, the silky robe I had laid out for him clinging to his skin. His long hair spilling out from it. I had to hide the smile, seeing the other unsightly hair no longer clinging to his skin. I motioned to the chair and without hesitation, he sat as I pulled out a brush. "Shall we begin?" I had made sure all of the mirrors were turned so that he couldn't see. As the minutes progressed and I continued to work, I saw him cast furtive glances until I finally said sternly, "Sit still." My words seemed to be the calming influence he needed and his obedience was impressive, not a word of rebuttal spoken. Only a soft "Yes Miss", which I took, nodding in approval. Finally I announced I was done and motioned for him to stand up. As he did, I reached down, untying the robe and allowing it to slip to the floor in a puddle. I knew better than to react. Picking up the first box, handing it to him and with trembling fingers he fumbled to open it. It revealed a set of matching undergarments, his face blushing as I took the items out. I handed them to him one at a time and when needed it, helped him with them. The entire time I kept a close look at his eyes, watching closely. With each subsequent offering, he allowed himself to fall further and further under the spell I was weaving. Something I had hoped might happen, never daring to dream it would do so to such an extent. And so it went, piece by piece I created a look. I'd caught glimpses into his desires, momentary lapses in which he'd allowed his true fantasies surface only to quickly quell them. I watched him flourish before my eyes, I had to fight not to smile, not to allow my own personal feelings for him to surface. It would have been easy to lighten the mood, to show him my own pleasure. To do so would have broken the spell and we had come this far. I wasn't about to give him a moments pause, continuing until finally I said, "Done." I walked over, turning on a light, motioning for Jonathan to draw closer. He walked carefully in the heels I had purchased for him, my heart soaring to see what I had done. It took a lot for me to keep my voice calm as I said, "Jonathan, meet Gabrielle." It was the look on his face, the look which in my wildest dreams I could never have dared imagine might be that made it all worthwhile. The woman who stood next to me was dressed in a simple, but elegant black dress. Her hair in curls framing her face, her makeup done for evening's wear. Her dress accentuated her curves and the promise within. I knew underneath, she wore the decadent clothing that she had always dreamed of. To me it was a look that ran the gamut somewhere between evening chic and high priced escort. I could see it in her eyes. Eyes which threatened to fill with tears of happiness. "If you cry and ruin your makeup, I will not be happy." I saw how the words stung and how quickly it brought her back to reality but it was a necessary evil. "Now, turn around for me." As she did so slowly, I looked carefully, wanting to make sure I hadn't missed anything. I took in the subtle touches, her nails which I had painstakingly done. The earrings which dangled, sparkling with gold. The lace choker around her neck. I nodded, knowing the next part of the plan would be one she would possibly have a difficult time with. I handed her a small clutch purse and then turned, opening the door. I saw her eyes widen, her red lips open as if to protest and I was ready. "It really is quite simple Gabrielle. Jonathan is gone, his clothes in case you haven't noticed are no longer here. Eventually you will have to go through the lobby to leave the building. I am going to the bar, you can meet me there or you can take your chances outside. You have no money, no identification, no credit cards. Only what you are wearing. Now, make your choice", and with that I walked out the door. As I sat down at the bar, I saw mostly men, a smile coming to my face as I asked the bartender for two glasses of wine. I knew it might take a minute or two but the plan had worked flawlessly so far and just as the drinks arrived, so did my companion. I nodded as she sat down, my eyes watching as the dress rode up, leaving the tops of her stockings visible. The sight was not lost on her as she tried to no avail to correct the matter until I said, "Sit still Gabrielle, now." Once again I was pleased to see her obey without hesitation, without pause. Her hands moving to her lap, her eyes lowering as I hid my pleasure behind a glance which took in the room. It was interesting to see how many had turned their attention to the two women sitting alone, enjoying a glass of merlot together. I saw one in particular taking a particular interest as I reached out, letting my hand trail down Gabrielle's face. Her eyes closed as she accepted my touch and I smiled at the gentleman. I knew it was only a matter of time and when I next looked up, two fresh glasses of wine were being delivered. Moments later, they were followed by the stranger who approached. Introductions were made and I watched as Gabrielle seemed to shrink before my eyes, her fears of old rising quickly. Little did she know I was about to turn her world upside down. "Before this goes any further, I need to make something very clear. The girl is mine, I am her Mistress, she is my submissive. If you wish to speak to her, you do so through me. No questions, no comments, I wish that clear from the start." The man looked taken aback, a smile threatening to overtake my face as he too played his part to perfection. He was a long time friend who I had associated with from the site where Jonathan and I had first met. He had been only to happy to assist me in making this night happen. I could see the look on her face, see how once again she was being drawn into the web I was spinning. I however wanted more, I needed to make sure she knew how far I was willing to go. "I can't blame you for desiring her. She is shall we say, quite talented at what she does. She is five hundred dollars for you to use her as you desire on the condition I accompany her and if I so desire, I partake as well. She is an expensive whore, but she is my expensive whore." I laughed, watching as her face turned a bright red even under her makeup. "Why don't you dance with the dear girl, inspect the merchandise. I'm sure you'll find her special in many ways." The man smiled, extended his hand as the auburn haired beauty lowered her eyes and mine turned dark before coldly replying, "Do not make a scene young lady, you will dance now." As she extended her long red finger nailed hand he took it, smiling at the blue eyed beauty. The music played softly as he pulled her body into his. The dance was a slow one and I saw her partner's hand slip a bit, cupping her lovely bum. I almost laughed as she ducked her head down onto his shoulder. He moved her across the dance floor, his mouth next to her ear, saying sweet nothings. Nibbling on her neck, fanning the flames of a libido which I knew was already on the edge. When they returned, he held the chair out for her and she sat down. I favored him with a smile as he opened his wallet, placing five hundred dollar bills on the table. His voice suddenly took on a different tone, confident as he stated which room he was in. That he would expect the as he called it, "merchandise" to be delivered in fifteen minutes time. I nodded and he was off as the trembling figure beside me began to glance around, looking for a possible escape. "You are free to run dear, I have my money. Of course, you have nothing but the clothes on your back and in the freezing temperatures of winter with nothing else, dressed as you are. I'm sure some stranger off the street would gladly take pity on such a poor girl as yourself...", once again the words hanging there, the veiled threat evident as she succumbed to my plan for her. I stood and made my way toward the elevators. Hearing the sound of her heels following behind me. My plan had many facets. From her transformation, to making her feel like she wasn't capable of stopping it. Of feeling like she was being "forced" to participate. In reality it was like having a dream which had long been kept hidden away in the darkest recesses of her mind finally come to fruition. I was keeping her off balance. Not giving her time to process the mounting wave which from the moment we began was threatening to drown her. As we arrived on the gentleman's floor, the doors to the elevator opened, the sight of a younger couple waiting to get on. I took advantage turning to the blue eyed beauty saying. "The next time you decide to act like a cheap whore in front of me, flaunting yourself to any man I suggest you think long and hard about who owns you. Who you belong to. Is that clear bitch? I say who you favor, who buys you, who pays me for the night. You would be wise to remember that." I strode off the elevator, my quick strides taking me down the hallway as I didn't turn to look. Knowing the crestfallen girl would be just behind me, having been thoroughly shamed. The door to the suite was slightly open, the man standing before the large window looking out into the night. The lights of the city providing the only illumination. As we both entered, I turned, locking the door as I heard his voice say, "Gabrielle, come to me, now." She looked at me, her eyes now wide as I replied, "Do not keep the gentleman waiting girl. He has paid handsomely for his time with you. Now, give him what he desires." Like the condemned taking the final steps, she approached, as I watched the poor dear until she stood just behind the man. His drink in hand, he took a swallow before turning and circling her. His hand reached out, the zipper being pulled down as seconds later the black dress she wore laid at her feet. She stood there, dressed in the remaining garments befitting a woman of the oldest profession in the world. The black lace garter belt, the silky stockings, the shadows showing the possibilities of the pleasures to be found with such a body left my own beginning to stir. I watched as the man allowed his hands to roam, the only sound the soft moans of a woman in need. As he gently pushed her shoulder, she slid to her knees. Her head still slightly lowered, a submissive to the end showing her true self. In supplication before not only I but the stranger as well. As the time progressed, it was like watching a film noir. A black and white image as eventually she ended up with his hands in her hair. Her mouth filled with his need, his moans now to be heard. I watched like a voyeur from across the room, finally allowing my dress to join hers on the floor. I moved to the bed, my eyes drinking in the sight. My fingers soon finding the place between my legs, as my own need found its way to the surface. The final act of the play found Gabrielle on all fours, her face buried between my legs. Her mouth granting me my guilty pleasure, the thanks for my actions as the man took her virginity. He had been kind, gentle but now with his own release imminent he simply used her. I looked into her eyes. I saw where she had found her sub space. The place where a submissive goes when not only her body but her mind as well gives up the fight and accepts the outcome. Her place in the world precisely where she was at this very moment in time. As the three of us danced, our bodies in motion it was he who finally broke first. His guttural moan announcing his release. I felt Gabrielle shiver with delight, her mouth, her actions becoming more frantic as my body responded. My hands gripped her auburn locks tightly, my head falling back as my pleasure flowed forth. Her face quickly a mask of it. Her eyes gleaming with lust, knowing she had given me this gift as I trembled with the power of my own orgasm. It was a few minutes later that I stood behind her, zipping her dress back up as the man approached. He handed me an additional one hundred dollar bill, a tip for services rendered. She listened as he said that when he was in town the next month he would require Gabrielle's services again, though he wished to be a bit more creative. "Does she do bondage?" I laughed saying, "Anything is negotiable when it comes to your use, isn't that right pet.?" All she could do was hang her head as I opened the door and we took our leave. Back in our room, I walked over, pouring myself a glass of wine. I let her stand there, knowing this would now be the most crucial time of the entire event. Turning, I spoke calmly saying, "Kneel." By the time the word was spoken, the action was carried out. The lovely young thing on her knees before me, assuming the traditional submissive pose. I towered over her, as I put my fingers under her chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes. "I told you this changes everything Gabrielle. You see the possibilities, you see the promise in your own reflection. You can embrace this. You can accept the gift I am offering or you can go back to watching as life passes you by. Slowly dying minute by minute. The choice is yours, serve me or", as I pointed slowly toward the door. I saw it in her eyes, I heard it in her whispered response as I allowed the smile I had been hiding all night to come to my face. I extended my hand, pulling her to her feet. My mouth found hers, demanding my right of entrance. She eagerly accepting it as my hands played over my new toys body and our time together began. THE END As with all my works I do hope that you will take the time to not only vote but also comment. Good or bad it helps me to realize my potential as a writer by the feedback I get. I do hope you enjoyed. The Point of No Return I remember lying with him in a slippery state of satisfaction, feeling rather stunned. As I struggled to catch my breath, I slowly came to the realization that we'd just blazed past the point of no return.